the dance floor before making her way over. Her bright red lips split into a grin as her gaze met mine. Her short black strands spiked straight off her scalp.
I glanced at the bartender again, whose stony expression could’ve derailed a freight train.
“Joe, meet Matt. Matt, this is my brother Joe.” Cara climbed on a stool next to me.
He dipped his chin in acknowledgement and slid his narrowed eyes back to Cara. “What in the hell are you doing?” The implied ending to that sentence being, with this guy.
She grabbed my hand and tugged me off the stool. “Whatever I want, so mind your own business.”
Joe’s jaw ground as Cara led me around the bar and to the back hallway where the office was located. She shut the door and leaned against it, blessedly muting some of the noise. I noticed the shadows under her eyes were darker and she swayed unsteadily as if already wasted.
Concern shifted inside my gut. “Why don’t we go outside and take a breather?” Get her some coffee perhaps.
She shoved off the door and sauntered closer. “Why would we need a breather, boy wonder? We haven’t started yet.”
I leaned against the desk in the small, cluttered room and wrapped my fingers around the edge. “Because you’re high as a kite.”
Undeterred, she opened the button on my fly and slid the zipper down. “Hasn’t bothered you before.”
Yeah, it had. I’d kept my mouth shut, though, not knowing how to bring it up. She freed my erection from my pants and wrapped her cool, deft fingers around my shaft. That was the other thing. No matter how much her use of drugs sickened me, my body reacted to her like it was starving for her touch. She hit her knees, and I hissed through my teeth.
“Cara, let’s talk.”
She swallowed half of me in one try and hummed before releasing me. “So talk, if that gets you off.”
“Cara—“ I choked on whatever I intended to say when her hot mouth wrapped around me once more. Tongue. Teeth. Suction.
She held a condom out for me between her fingers while her mouth worked me like a Hoover in heat. Where she’d pulled the protection from, I hadn’t a clue. I grabbed it from her, withdrew from her mouth with a pop on her lips, and tore into the package. I rolled the latex down my length, spun her around, shoved up her leather skirt, and planted her face down on the desk. No panties. Papers scattered to the floor in all directions. With her ass in the air, I kicked her legs wider and drove inside her like an animal.
Hell. She did this to me every time. Took me from wanting to talk and get to know her to a blind state of feral. Four days, forty positions, and the lust hadn’t abated. Something in the back of my conscience told me to take heed, but I was vibrating with need. Her tight walls a sheath.
She laughed and ground her ass against my hips. “Not such a boy scout now.”
My hands fell to her waist, where the hard ridge of her ribs pressed my fingertips. She was so damn thin I could almost wrap my hands around her and have my fingers touch. Then, what she’d said a moment ago settled into my head and took root.
Leaning over her, I brought my mouth to her ear. “Talking does get me off. And you’re not getting yours until you answer questions.” I thrust inside her, hard, and she cried out in pleasure. It was a shitty thing to do, but I’d hold an orgasm over her head if it meant finding answers. “How long have you been using?”
She whipped her head around to nail me with a glare over her shoulder.
I circled my hips. “How long?”
Chest heaving, she seemed to weigh my words. “Five years. Since my parents died. Now fuck me.”
Rewarding her, I withdrew and pumped. Sweat broke out on my brow. “What drugs do you take? And why?”
Whimpering, she dropped her forehead to the desk. “Coke and heroine. Because it makes me feel good instead of empty. Now, fuck me.”
That was enough for now and I was losing it anyway. I didn’t like games and I hated
I glanced at the bartender again, whose stony expression could’ve derailed a freight train.
“Joe, meet Matt. Matt, this is my brother Joe.” Cara climbed on a stool next to me.
He dipped his chin in acknowledgement and slid his narrowed eyes back to Cara. “What in the hell are you doing?” The implied ending to that sentence being, with this guy.
She grabbed my hand and tugged me off the stool. “Whatever I want, so mind your own business.”
Joe’s jaw ground as Cara led me around the bar and to the back hallway where the office was located. She shut the door and leaned against it, blessedly muting some of the noise. I noticed the shadows under her eyes were darker and she swayed unsteadily as if already wasted.
Concern shifted inside my gut. “Why don’t we go outside and take a breather?” Get her some coffee perhaps.
She shoved off the door and sauntered closer. “Why would we need a breather, boy wonder? We haven’t started yet.”
I leaned against the desk in the small, cluttered room and wrapped my fingers around the edge. “Because you’re high as a kite.”
Undeterred, she opened the button on my fly and slid the zipper down. “Hasn’t bothered you before.”
Yeah, it had. I’d kept my mouth shut, though, not knowing how to bring it up. She freed my erection from my pants and wrapped her cool, deft fingers around my shaft. That was the other thing. No matter how much her use of drugs sickened me, my body reacted to her like it was starving for her touch. She hit her knees, and I hissed through my teeth.
“Cara, let’s talk.”
She swallowed half of me in one try and hummed before releasing me. “So talk, if that gets you off.”
“Cara—“ I choked on whatever I intended to say when her hot mouth wrapped around me once more. Tongue. Teeth. Suction.
She held a condom out for me between her fingers while her mouth worked me like a Hoover in heat. Where she’d pulled the protection from, I hadn’t a clue. I grabbed it from her, withdrew from her mouth with a pop on her lips, and tore into the package. I rolled the latex down my length, spun her around, shoved up her leather skirt, and planted her face down on the desk. No panties. Papers scattered to the floor in all directions. With her ass in the air, I kicked her legs wider and drove inside her like an animal.
Hell. She did this to me every time. Took me from wanting to talk and get to know her to a blind state of feral. Four days, forty positions, and the lust hadn’t abated. Something in the back of my conscience told me to take heed, but I was vibrating with need. Her tight walls a sheath.
She laughed and ground her ass against my hips. “Not such a boy scout now.”
My hands fell to her waist, where the hard ridge of her ribs pressed my fingertips. She was so damn thin I could almost wrap my hands around her and have my fingers touch. Then, what she’d said a moment ago settled into my head and took root.
Leaning over her, I brought my mouth to her ear. “Talking does get me off. And you’re not getting yours until you answer questions.” I thrust inside her, hard, and she cried out in pleasure. It was a shitty thing to do, but I’d hold an orgasm over her head if it meant finding answers. “How long have you been using?”
She whipped her head around to nail me with a glare over her shoulder.
I circled my hips. “How long?”
Chest heaving, she seemed to weigh my words. “Five years. Since my parents died. Now fuck me.”
Rewarding her, I withdrew and pumped. Sweat broke out on my brow. “What drugs do you take? And why?”
Whimpering, she dropped her forehead to the desk. “Coke and heroine. Because it makes me feel good instead of empty. Now, fuck me.”
That was enough for now and I was losing it anyway. I didn’t like games and I hated
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