Sacrifice, page 13
He pressed his hips forward, and I groaned softly, the head of his cock pressing directly against my clit for a brief second before he pulled back.
I licked my lips. “Yes.”
I knew there was a reason he’d left my panties on.
So he could tease me like this.
I was suddenly acutely aware of what I’d gotten myself into when he reached for the ice. My eyes followed his hand as he plucked a single ice cube from the cloth and held it up for me to see. It rapidly began melting between his fingertips, tiny droplets of water dripping down his arm, and I was suddenly feeling damn thirsty.
Hawk leaned over me just slightly and placed the ice cube on my lips for a second before he moved it slowly, dragging it down the center of my throat and my chest, pausing for a second between my breasts.
I tried to keep my breathing even, but between the cold and the feeling of his length as he teased my pussy—I was struggling to keep my head straight and not just beg him to fuck me.
“How does it feel?” Hawk rasped as he moved the shrinking ice cube down over my stomach, pausing minutely above my panty line.
I sucked in a sharp breath and gripped the blankets beneath me a little tighter, grinding my hips toward him, trying to get a bit more friction against my throbbing clit.
He chuckled under his breath and pulled back, leaving me breathing heavily and still unsatisfied.
“So, good then?”
“I hate you,” I whispered.
“You started this, baby,” he teased, popping the ice into his mouth. He leaned down, bracing his body over me with his hands and lowering his mouth to my nipple.
My body arched off the bed when he pulled it into his mouth. “Fuck.”
It was a sensation I’d never experienced before, the ice cube and his tongue dancing over the sensitive bud.
A soft moan left my lips, and I reached for his head, my fingers twisting in his short hair, not wanting him to stop because I was slowly starting to see that edge.
I could feel myself climbing so damn slowly.
So torturously slowly.
I wanted more.
I needed more.
“I want to come,” I whispered, lifting my hips, my clit begging to be touched.
He pulled back, slipping from my grasp, the ice was gone, but water droplets trickled across my skin. My chest was heaving, and my heart was pounding.
Hawk stepped back. “Get up.”
I rolled onto my hands and knees and crawled toward him, kneeling at the edge of the bed. Taking my breasts in my hands, I brushed my thumbs lightly across my nipples.
He grasped my jaw in his hand as he stepped forward, holding my face captive as he slipped his hand between my thighs and pulled my panties to the side. My mouth fell open when he pressed two fingers deep inside my pussy, and held my gaze as he drove them in and out several times. He paused, circling them around my clit once, making my knees buckle as jolts of pleasure shot through my body.
“You want to come?” he teased, once again driving them deep inside me, this time slower, pressing hard and deep. “Because I’m sure you could do that without me.”
“I want…” I gasped when he swiped over my clit again. “I want you to make me come.”
“Ah… now we’re getting somewhere.”
I groaned in disappointment when he pulled out, slipping his hand from my panties and holding up the two fingers for me to see. They glistened in the light, completely drenched. He raised them to my lips, and I eagerly lapped at them with my tongue.
“Goddamn,” he cursed, suddenly pressing his mouth to mine, our tongues dancing around each other. “Lay down with your head over the edge of the bed.” He growled.
I lay down, letting my head hang over the side of the bed, instantly reaching for the long, thick cock that was in my face. I wrapped my lips around it, stroking it hard with my hand as I swirled my tongue around the head.
Hawk tugged at my panties, pulling them off completely and pressing my thighs open. Then he pushed his hips forward, and I forced my mouth open wide, swallowing his cock deep into my throat, gagging for a second.
“Fucking hell,” he cursed, slowly pulling back for a second before easing it deep inside my mouth again. “Gonna make you come while my dick is deep in that pretty little throat.”
His fingers brushed hard and fast across my clit.
Back and forth, teasing the little bud.
I groaned. That edge I’d been searching for suddenly came hard and fast toward me. I reached for my nipples, pinching them hard as the pressure built faster and faster. Hawk continued to fuck my mouth as I moaned around him.
“Be a good girl,” he praised, his fingers flicking faster as he fucked my mouth. “Fucking come for me.” He slapped my clit, and that was all I needed.
Then he pulled his cock from my mouth, tugging it with his hand and coming all over my breasts as my body fell off that edge. “Oh my God,” I moaned loudly, trembling as my orgasm radiated through me, his fingers continuing to torment my sensitive clit as I rode wave after wave.
Finally, he stumbled back against the wall, leaning against it. “Fucking hell, baby.”
I wriggled away from the edge of the bed, sweat dripping down my spine as I fought to catch my breath.
When I caught his eye, he smirked. “You’ve got a little something…” He reached out, swiping at his release on my chest.
I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and leaned in, collecting his cum on the tip of my tongue and pulling it into my mouth. I swallowed, then flashed him a smug grin.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he warned, sliding his fingers up into my hair. “I was gonna give you a break before I sunk my dick into your pussy, but now… hope you’re ready to come again.”
“That was me being a good girl,” I whispered, delighting in the way his grip tightened, pulling my head back just a little so I was looking up at him. “Don’t you want to know what it looks like when I’m being bad?”
“Like I said before…” he growled, leaning in, his nose tracing my jawline. “… God help anyone who tries to take you from me.”
HAWK
“These guys look good,” Bishop stated, lifting his beer to his lips as he flipped through the folder on the table in front of him. The clubhouse was quiet today because most of the boys were out running collections. “You think they know what they’re doing?”
It had taken me a couple of weeks, but I managed to pull my shit together and find a new firm to run the security detail at Backroad when we opened in a couple of days.
“Yeah.” I reached over and tapped the photograph paperclipped to the open page. “Banner used to be a cop. Wouldn’t say why he left, but rumor has it he was undercover and fell for his mark’s sister. Decided to leave the force and take on private security.”
Bishop let out a sharp burst of laughter. “You hired a cop?”
“Ex-cop,” I corrected with a grin. “Least I know what the hell I’m getting with him.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.
Bishop may not have a problem dealing with dumb fuckers like Robert and his buddies, but now that Missy was going to be working behind the bar, I needed the people looking after her and the rest of the girls to know what the hell they were doing, and be willing to go the extra mile if need be.
“By the way, I gave Calli a job, too,” I added while he was still thumbing through the folder.
He paused, his eyebrows raised as he glanced up at me. “Doing fucking what?”
“Staying at my place with Kadey on the couple nights a week when Missy has to work closing,” I explained, though I was yet to talk that situation through with Missy.
Bishop snorted, closing up the folder finally and picking up his beer. “I’ll let her know to go to you when she wants to be paid for that shit, then.”
“Hawk, I got that name and address for you,” Match announced, holding his phone in the air as he walked over to where we were sitting. He placed the phone down, and Bishop and I leaned in, frowning at the map he had pulled up on the screen. Match was our resident MIT dropout, though you’d never know to look at him, given he looked like he was built for the WWE and had a fucking man bun.
If there was something or someone to find, though—he was the man to see.
“He’s got an office downtown,” I noted after studying the map for a moment.
I turned to Bishop, who didn’t even need to hear the words. “Go have a chat with him. See if he can be persuaded to help us out.”
Getting to my feet, I smirked, raising my brow at Match. “You wanna come for a ride?”
He grabbed his phone off the table and shoved it into his pocket. “Thought you’d never fucking ask.”
I could always trust my brothers to ride out with me when I needed them. And this ride, in particular, was damn important to me.
Which meant it was important to them. I patted him on the back. “Thanks, brother. I’ll grab Blue and Chase and meet you outside.”
***
“You can’t go in there, sir,” the receptionist called from behind her desk, her hand flailing in the air and her glasses falling to the end of her nose.
“Chase, keep the old woman from calling the cops.”
The kid grinned, walking over to her desk as she pressed the phone receiver to her ear. Her finger hovered over the base, about to dial. “Sorry,” Chase said simply, grabbing the entire phone and yanking hard, ripping the cord from the wall and the receiver from her hand. He tossed it back over his shoulder into the small waiting area. “We cannot take your call right now.”
I walked over to the office door, trying the handle first like a fucking civilized member of society, only to find it locked.
I guess uncivilized it is.
Drawing my foot back, I drove the heel of my shitkicker into the door. The frosted glass window cracked audibly as it swung back and slammed against the wall. Blue and Match fell in step behind me as we walked inside, finding an older man at a desk, his eyes wide and mouth open.
“Mister Upton?”
He nodded slowly, his lips moving as he struggled to get the words he needed out past his tongue. “I… Why… Can I help you?”
I grinned, making my way across the room and taking a seat across the desk from him. “Actually, you can.” I leaned forward, resting my arms on his desk. “Would you happen to be handling the real estate matters for a little place called The Valley?”
I could see the entire whites of his eyes as they grew wider than before. “I don—”
“Now, Mister Upton,” I warned, my brothers moving in closer, closing around the sides of his desk, so he knew there was no getting out of this. I was getting what I fucking needed today. “I don’t ask questions that I don’t already know the answer to, so it’s best you just say yes, so we can move on to the real matter at hand.”
He swallowed hard.
Maybe I should have felt bad about putting this much pressure on this poor old bastard, who Match had noted didn’t seem to have any actual ties to The Valley other than writing up and reading over their property contracts.
But I didn’t.
I knew how good The Valley were at hiding people.
Finding Grace would be almost impossible without help, and I wasn’t about to leave her out there somewhere to rot. So no, I didn’t feel bad.
Not even a little fucking bit.
Mister Upton gripped the edge of his desk, his eyes flicking between the three of us before he finally nodded. “Yes. I’ve been handling their property for more than twenty years.”
“Fucking brilliant. Now, if you could get me a list of those properties, that would be great.”
He pulled his shoulders back, and I couldn’t help but be impressed at the old guy finally finding his balls down there somewhere. “I can’t just hand over confidential client files,” he argued, though his voice shook.
I slowly got to my feet, sighing heavily as I braced my hands flat on the large desk and leaned in, forcing him to push back into his chair as he fought to escape the rage building around me. “Look, I know Prophet Andrew and his minions are kinda scary.” My hand shot out, grabbing a fist full of his shirt and dragging him toward me. He fought against my hold, his body stretched out over the desk as I pulled him right in close and lowered my voice. “But they have my sister… my very pregnant sister… locked up in one of those goddamned houses. And there are a lot of things I will do to find her that skate well past scary and into the completely deranged.”
“Okay!”
I dropped him instantly, letting him hit the table with a hard thud. “Great choice, Mister Upton.”
He pulled himself together, stepping back, straightening his shirt and clearing his throat. “I’ll need… I’ll need to pull all the files up on my computer. It might take a while.”
“How many properties are there?” Blue asked, he and Match easing back and making themselves comfortable.
Mister Upton reached for his glasses, sliding them onto his face before opening his laptop and squinting at the screen. “Around seventy-four across the state, I think.”
“Dammit,” I cursed, sitting back in the chair as I waited for him to slowly sort through his computer files. I looked over at Blue, shaking my head. “Seventy-four.”
“We’ll find her,” he said simply.
Match nodded in agreement and added, “Even if we have to go to every fucking house on the list.”
Which was exactly what I planned on doing.
Even if I had to have a pizza delivered to any given house and wait to see who answered the door.
Or pay the neighbors to watch who came and went.
Whatever I had to do to find her.
I just hoped it wouldn’t be too late.
MISSY
One Week Later…
“Three glasses of water with ice,” Gem announced, placing her tray down on the bar.
I snorted, continuing the single pour of gin I was making and placing it on the bar in front of the man to my left before finally turning my attention to Gem. “I’m not even joking, and they requested for you to deliver them.”
“Water?” I asked with a frown.
Water and soda were free, Bishop’s way of making sure sober drivers were taken care of.
“All three of them,” she confirmed, nodding to a small table in the far corner where three younger-looking men sat. Their heads were dipped close together as they spoke, their eyes scanning the room every few seconds as if they were uncomfortable or nervous.
Backroad had been open for a week now, and it had not calmed down since opening night.
Bishop had hired a couple more staff to keep things running smoothly when we were finding it hard to keep up and beefed up security with club members, so everyone who came here for a drink or to watch a sports game was absolutely aware of the main rule.
Fuck around and find out.
Bishop was the kind of boss everyone who worked in these kinds of places wanted.
One whose priority is looking after and protecting their staff and whose main concern is not how much money they’re making from the assholes buying drinks.
Mitchell had not been that boss.
I shook my head, grabbing three tall glasses from the tray behind me and filling each with a large scoop of ice. I cracked open a bottle of cold water and filled each glass to the brim before placing them on Gem’s tray. “They say why they wanted me?”
Gem shook her head, rounding the edge of the bar and slipping past me, ready to take my place while I gave these men their damn ice water. “They seem pretty quiet, to be honest,” Gem said, quickly busying herself. “Polite at least. Maybe a little too polite.”
I frowned, taking a deep breath before settling the tray on my hand and crossing the bar. I had to duck around more than one overly enthusiastic sports lover as they screamed at one of the main screens, but I quickly stepped up to the table and slipped the tray on top, ready to unload and make a quick exit.
“Here you go, boys.” I placed each of the glasses down and grabbed the tray, tucking it under my arm and smiling wide. “Let me know if you need anything el—”
“It is Missy, yes?” The one sitting the closest to me cut in.
“It is…” I said slowly, raising a brow. “Sorry, do I know you from somewhere?”
My first thought was maybe they’d seen me dance at The Rush.
It wouldn’t be the first time I’d had men approach me outside the club, at the supermarket or the park and try to strike up a conversation like we knew each other personally when all I’d done was shake my damn ass in their lap for twenty minutes.
“I do not think so,” he answered, his face morphing into a wide smile. “We are very excited to meet you. I really cannot believe it.” He slowly pushed his chair back and got to his feet. I shuffled back slightly, feeling the air around these guys shift from some weirdos who just wanted ice water to something a little more sinister. I looked around, trying to figure out where the closest club member was as the other two men followed the first’s lead.
“I’m sorry, I think it might be a good idea if you leave,” I said sternly, taking another step backward, my stomach twisting at the way their wide eyes stared at me, reminding me a little of teen girls when they come to face-to-face with someone like Harry Styles. A mixture of shock and admiration.
“We just wanted to feel your energy,” the first man declared.
I caught his hand moving out of the corner of my eye, reaching for me. Quickly slapping it away, I stumbled back, but another of them hurried forward, this time a lot quicker. He grabbed my upper arms, and my tray clattered to the floor as he pulled me back toward him, his face inches from mine. “Please. We just want to know—”
I didn’t wait for him to finish, shoving hard against his chest. Well enough to get him to release me anyway. Then I swung, my fist connecting with his jaw and sending him falling into his buddy.
