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I hoped he wasn’t playing me. I was out of practice when it came to flirting and sensing when a man was really interested in me. In the years since Stuart, I’d stayed mostly to myself, content to form the occasional friendship and run my pet-sitting business. Men hadn’t been on my radar, and as long as I had my trusty little blue bullet I was set.
So what was I doing humoring this man? This stranger with all the tattoos, long hair, and compelling blue eyes? When he’d removed his clothes, I’d watched in stunned silence as his perfect body had slowly been exposed. The man was all hard muscle, bulging biceps, defined chest, washboard abs, thick thighs. I’d never thought of veins being a turn-on before, but the ones running along his forearms caused my breath to catch. The only part of his god-like body that had been covered was his cock, the large bulge outlined by the tight fit of his short boxer briefs.
By the time I was done examining Loco’s perfect body I was hot, wet between the legs, and I swear that my clit was pulsating. I had been more than ready to let him drag me into the water. It was a wonder that steam hadn’t rolled off me. Before I could rein it in, a loud sigh had escaped me when my overheated body was beneath the water. He hadn’t let my hand go, but had taken me to the side where we could hold on.
“You’re thinking too hard about this, darlin’.”
I took a deep breath. “I have to. No one else is going to take care of me.”
I was used to taking care of myself.
Chapter 3
Loco
If I were a smart man I’d forget about Millie. She was a good girl. Too sweet for the likes of me, and I had plenty of bitches at my disposal at the clubhouse. I didn’t have to work for pussy when I was in need, which was most of the time. I liked to fuck, and the dirtier the better. Something told me that Millie would be shocked by what I liked in bed. Rough being at the top of the list. I liked to feel it when I was pounding into a nice, wet snatch, and I made sure that she felt it, too.
A woman would never get soft and easy from me.
The club bitches and hang arounds I surrounded myself with liked it as dirty and rough as I did. They knew how much they would get from me, and when it was over they knew to get gone. I liked it that way. Liked that they were smart enough to keep shit uncomplicated. Made everyone’s lives easier and more enjoyable.
Millie had “complication” written all over her.
And I couldn’t get her off my fucking mind.
Even with a club whore straddling my lap, her naked ass right on my dick, her big fake tits in my face. All I had to do was open my mouth and I’d have a nipple on my tongue. Normally I would have been all over her, but this time I was only barely interested. Sure, before it was all said and done I would bust a nut in her mouth, might make her come with my fingers, but tonight it seemed that getting in the mood was a fucking struggle.
I didn’t like that. Didn’t like that I was preoccupied with another woman, and one I had no business thinking about. I wanted Millie like a fucking fiend. Wanted to feel her wet heat surround me when I sank into her body for the first time. Fuck. Just thinking about it turned me hard, and I’d rubbed one off more than once with her pretty face on my mind.
I snorted to myself. If my brothers caught wind that I was using my hand instead of one of the girls’ ready pussies they’d laugh me out of the clubhouse. I needed to change that before word got out.
“Not feeling it tonight, lover?”
Long, thin fingers with nails as sharp as daggers roamed up my chest and sank into my hair, dragging my attention back to the bitch that was sitting in my lap. Cassey, a new club whore who was still on probation, was doing her best to get me to engage. I met the teasing twinkle in her blue eyes, taking in her pretty face. Unlike some of the other girls, she didn’t cake on her makeup, didn’t wear her hair all wild and ratty looking as if she hadn’t combed it. Her blond locks were hanging over her left tit in a thick braid.
I reached forward to take the braid in my hand, purposely brushing the back of my fingers over her nipple. She responded just like I knew she would, grinding her ass against my hard dick. Millie may have been on my fucking mind, but Cassey was here and willing, and she was hot. I’d fucked her a few times and she was wild in bed. She definitely knew how to keep my attention, or at least she always had in the past. Right now, I couldn’t get a redheaded, green-eyed beauty off my mind.
Which I was determined to do, because no woman controlled my thoughts or my dick.
With a growl of determination, I squeezed Cassey’s tit until she whimpered. “Not in the mood for pussy, but I won’t turn down your pretty lips on my dick,” I smirked.
She did that pout thing with her lips that women thought made them look cute and irresistible. “Come on, baby. I have a serious itch.” She let her hand drop between us to my straining dick.
“Your itch isn’t my problem,” I reminded her, letting her hand ease some of the pressure behind my zipper. “Now get down on your knees and suck my dick dry.”
The satisfied gleam in her eyes gave her away. She was eager to get her hands on my dick. Club whores were there for that very thing. To satisfy me and my brothers anytime we needed relief. Cassey might be new, but she’d caught on real fast, thanks to advice from Mitzi and Cherry. We’d recently lost Lulu, which was a fucking shame. But no one could fault her for wanting to do better with her life, and the club was helping her move on.
My hand dropped to the top of Cassey’s hair when she slid off my lap to the floor, right between my knees where I wanted her. As she worked my zipper down, my gaze moved around the room. Demon, Cole, and Oz were at a table with their old ladies. Mitzi and Cherry were dancing and grinding their naked pussies on their poles, keeping the attention of some of my brothers. Bam Bam, a new prospect, was working the bar.
The door to the club opened, and Sax and Holly walked in. Sax rolled his eyes when he saw Cassey pull out my dick and lean forward. I gave him a knowing smirk, and then rolled my head back with a low groan when her mouth closed around me. I didn’t care which woman had my dick in her mouth, it felt fucking good. I leaned back in my chair and thrust my hips forward so she could deep throat me. The hand I kept in her hair forced her to move the way that I liked it.
“Fuck, yeah, baby,” I snarled between my teeth. I closed my eyes and suddenly saw Millie’s pretty face. Jesus, why couldn’t I get her out of my mind? I wanted her. I’d told her that I was going to fuck her. But that didn’t mean that I owed her any kind of loyalty. We were nothing to each other. One meeting, a little flirting…oh yeah, I’d forgotten about the orgasm.
My hips jerked upward, and I almost came right then just thinking about it. Helping Millie get off had been fucking hot.
Cassey gagged and a grin spread across my face. “Take it, sweetheart. You know you can.” My encouragement gained me a smile around my dick. “Careful with those fucking nails,” I warned when she began to use her hands around the base of my dick and balls.
She gave me a little squeeze to let me know she’d heard me, and then she was right back to moaning loudly. Cassey liked giving head, she was fucking good at it, and she knew how far she could take shit. I closed my eyes again and concentrated on how fucking good it felt, seeing Millie’s innocent face again. The image of her between my legs dragged a loud groan up my throat, and the familiar tingle at the base of my spine warned me that I was about to blow. I clenched my fingers in Cassey’s hair and forced her to take more of me, and when I felt her teeth lightly scrape the sides of my dick I exploded down her throat like a fucking geyser.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I silently chanted as I emptied my balls with the sight of Millie’s face behind my closed lids. Goddamnit! I’d never come so fucking hard, and I’d never let another woman come between me, my dick, and the club whore servicing me. This was a fucking first, and it scared the fuck out of me.
That wasn’t who I was. I wasn’t supposed to covet. Didn’t want to. I liked my life the way it was. All the free pussy I wanted. No commitment. No fucking strings. No hurt feelings. Millie would be a big major mistake, and I’d be a fucking fool to cross the line with her.
She had all of the things that I was afraid of surrounding her like a fucking cloak.
As much as I wanted Millie, I had to get her out of my system one way or another. Either fuck her once and move on, or completely ignore her. I knew that would be easier said than done, because since I’d first set eyes on her I hadn’t been able to get her and that smokin’ body out of my head. I figured if I stayed away from her it would be easier to ignore her.
I snorted. Yeah. I had a beautiful woman’s mouth on me, sucking my dick clean, and I was thinking of another woman.
I was so fucking screwed.
As if she knew that I was thinking about another woman, Cassey began to make loud, slurping noises to bring my attention to what she was doing. But now that I’d come I was done, and she should have known that. One of the reasons that I liked public sex was because I didn’t have to chase anyone out of my bed and room.
I pulled her off my dick, ignoring her gasp at my roughness. “I’m done, sweetheart.” I nudged her to her feet. Her pout did nothing for me. I did up my pants and reached for my beer. “Maybe I’ll return the favor later.” I winked.
With my half-hearted promise, Cassey was smart enough not to complain and moved away from the table toward the bar and her next conquest. Like most of our club whores, she liked sex, a lot of it, and with anyone she could get her hands on. The girls knew they’d be well taken care of by the club if they did what they were there for.
It helped that they didn’t look at their services as a job. They actually liked what they did, and there were plenty of man-whores like me to keep them happy.
I was about to relax back in my chair when Demon motioned me over to his table. I grabbed up my drink and went over. “You need something, Prez?”
He reached inside his cut and pulled out a piece of paper. “Got a job for you in Vegas. Punk skipped out on paying Morty for a big-ass, expensive tat. Robbed him on the way out, too.”
I nodded, opened the paper and looked down at it. There was a name and address and that was all.
“Make it hurt.”
His harsh comment caused me to grin. Normally he’d send our enforcer, Cole, to handle this kind of shit, but one of Raven’s sisters was getting hitched, so she and Cole were leaving later that afternoon and would be gone for a week.
“Do I need to hurry back?”
Demon shook his head. “Take a couple of days if you want. Shit’s been quiet lately.”
“Will do.”
A pretty, well-stacked redhead with green eyes entered my thoughts. Maybe I’d pay Millie a visit.
Chapter 4
Millie
Damn, I was tired! Not for the first time, I thought about hiring someone to help me, but the problem with my kind of work was that I never knew how many contracts I’d have at any given time. Because of that, the flow of money was always up in the air. I didn’t want to hire anyone that I couldn’t guarantee a decent income to, so until I could make it worth their time, it was just me.
Some of my contracts were short-term---clients who were going on vacation who couldn’t take their pets with them--and a few were what I considered permanent--those that I visited several times a week, most of which were elderly pet owners, and which provided me with a steady income. Then there were the clinics that called me in when they needed someone to stay the night with a sick animal. Those jobs were good money, but they were few and far between.
I was definitely starting to gain a good reputation in the business though, and for the time being I didn’t turn down any job. (Well, except for the one guy who was going to jail for six months and wanted me to care for his twelve snakes. I shuddered just thinking about it. One I could handle, maybe--and that was a big maybe. Who had twelve snakes?
I didn’t have any pets of my own, but only because I was gone from home so much of the time that didn’t think it would be fair to leave a pet alone for so long. If I were ever to make an exception, it would be for Helen Lapino’s demon cat, Owen. A little yellow feline that had been hit so many times by cars that he walked with a permanent limp, had half a tail, and was missing an ear. My heart broke every time I had to see his little scarred face, but I absolutely loved that crazy animal, and I’d made it clear to Helen that if she ever decided to give him up that I wanted him.
Helen could barely take care of him, which was why she paid me to go over three times a week to clean his litter boxes, water fountain, and to give him his meds for a skin condition. She was able to manage giving him a can of food every morning, and all the love he could handle. At least she was trying to give him a good life.
I smiled as I pulled up to the curb to her small house located in an old, established part of town. The houses were very close together, a few of them run down. The yards were brown, most likely because of the mature trees that grew everywhere, preventing the sun from getting through. Wind chimes and hanging plants adorned almost every front porch.
I’d been going to Helen’s home for almost a year and had noticed that most of her neighbors were elderly like her. Her job was my last one for the day, mostly because she liked to chit-chat and I didn’t want her to feel as if I were rushing to get out of there. I contributed her chattiness to the loneliness that came with living alone. I knew that she had family, but I’d never met any of them. If they came around, it wasn’t while I was there.
Today appeared that it was going to be different. There was a car in her driveway, an old, blue Toyota that had seen better days. I wondered who it belonged to as I walked up to her front door. If I’d had to guess, I’d have said that it was one of her grandchildren’s. From our conversations I knew that she had two granddaughters and one grandson. She spoke fondly of the girls, but her grandson was a source of disappointment to her. According to Helen, Russ was a lazy high school dropout who managed to acquire things without working for them. She suspected that he belonged to a street gang involved in illegal activities.
As I raised my hand to knock on the door, I heard yelling coming from inside the house. I paused to listen, frowning when I realized that someone was screaming obscenities at Helen. I could barely make out her weak replies, but the man’s voice came through loud and clear.
“You owe me, old lady! You’re always giving money and shit to Sheryl and Joanne and I want my share! I need it!”
Well, that comment made it clear who Helen’s visitor was. I knew her granddaughter’s names were Sheryl and Joanne, so I assumed that Russ was the asshole who was screaming at her. She responded, but again it was too low for me to make out.
“Excuses!” I heard the man snarl, and then a loud crash caused me to step back from the door. “If I have to, I’ll tear this fucking place apart!” came the next threat. “I need money now!”
For the first time I heard Helen cry out. Fear for her made me yank the screen door open and reach for the doorknob. Screw knocking for admittance. I found the door unlocked, and didn’t hesitate to step inside her home. I scanned the main room of the house, her living room, but no one was there.
“No, Russ!” I heard the fear in Helen’s weak voice.
I had no idea what I was going to do, but I followed the sounds to the back of the house where I knew the bedrooms were located. Halfway there I decided to announce myself. “Hello? Helen, are you here?” Her bedroom was at the end of the hallway and I halted at the doorway, feigning ignorance. “Oh, I’m sorry. I knocked, but I guess you didn’t hear me.”
I quickly assessed the situation and was enraged to see the elderly woman on the floor with tears in her eyes. A man was standing over her in a threatening stance. He was a small man, and he didn’t look healthy. His clothes were wrinkled and stained. He looked desperate. I searched for a resemblance, but if he was her grandson, he looked very different than he did in her pictures.
“Who the fuck are you?” he snarled, his thin face pinched and his eyes bloodshot.
I rushed over to Helen. “Are you crazy?” I snapped at him as I helped her to her feet. “Did he hit you?” I asked her with concern. I could feel her frail frame trembling as I helped her to the recliner next to her bed.
“I’m okay, dear. Russ—”
“I asked you a fucking question, bitch!”
So he was her grandson. I swung around to him. I knew his type, the kind who picked on the weak and talked big to make himself appear bigger and stronger than he was. I also knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt me if he was willing to hurt his own grandmother. The difference was that I was younger and stronger and not afraid to fight back.
“And I don’t have to answer you! Shame on you for hurting your own grandmother! Now get out before I call the police!”
The flicker in his eyes revealed that he was surprised that I knew who he was.
“Millie is the lady I told you about, Russ.” I hated the fear that I heard in her voice. “She takes care of Owen for me.”
“Shut it, old woman!” he snapped at her, not taking his eyes off me.
I pressed my lips and dug out my phone from my back pocket. I was done with the jerk. But before I could press any buttons, Russ stepped forward and knocked the phone out of my hand.
“Oh, no you don’t!”
I pushed him back and bent to retrieve my phone. The next thing I knew his hand was in my hair as he pulled me up and away, slamming me into the dresser.
“Russ, no!” Helen cried out.
I glared at Russ, ignoring the pain in my hip when it connected with the corner of the dresser. “It takes a big man to knock defenseless women around doesn’t it, Russ?”
He ignored my scathing comment. “The old bitch owes me!”
For the first time I noticed how dilated his pupils were, suggesting that he was high on something. “She’s always giving my sisters money and I want my share! I need it!” He shot his grandmother a hateful glare of resentment. “I know you have some laying around here.”
