Chapter 13

The rest of that last weekend was a blur. Well, I mean, it wasn’t the very last weekend, but the one before things really ramped up between us. Oh, and I started that acceleration right as we prepared to leave that weed-choked clearing.

After shaking them free of dust and dead leaves, Laura once more slid into the tight jeans. As the first soft pattering of fat raindrops made their way through the rustling trees, she was just lifting her top.

When I tugged the stretchy pink material from her fingers, she only whimpered. Wow, did those beautiful brown eyes blaze when I hooked a fingertip into the choker taut to her neck. Without a word, I led her behind me along the narrow trail back towards the road. As we approached the edge of the woods, her whimpering grew louder.

Right as we stepped onto the cracked asphalt behind the strip mall, a honking eighteen-wheeler rolled past. As they met the driver’s smile, her eyes widened, but then softened when they found mine. Yeah, I wanted the world to know she belonged to me. When I eased my fingertip from the choker, she gulped. It took her a few seconds to discover the bandeau top I held out for her.

“Slut,” is all I said before drifting off to call a rideshare home. We had to find our way back separately.

And for the remainder of those two days, it wasn’t so much me fucking her. No, she was making a point, throwing herself at me with flashing eyes and clawing hands. Full-on slut mode engaged. No sooner would she detect my reaction to her unsubtle teasing than she’d caress me until I became hard enough to mount. Or for her to beg me to use her.

Bronco riding or simply staying glued to me, she went out of the way to ensure I was happy. But despite telling her over and over how satisfied I was, that tiny flame of worry refused to die in her eyes.

At the time, I thought I understood why, but I was only half-right.

The rest of the week dragged. Plus, with her working long hours, I didn’t even bother with more than a few quick text exchanges. All the while, the shitstorm continued to swirl. My photos made regular appearances beside hers.

At least in Chicago, nobody appeared to care as much. As I meandered through an opulent mansion, sipping expensive champagne, a calmness slid over me. Amid the high and mighty as they partied to soft classical music, I smiled. Once more, I reveled in my natural environment.

As my client mingled, wearing both a long glittery pale-blue ball gown and the haughty persona of a queen, I stayed on Marge’s arm. Yes, I played my role as her toy. Plus, none of her erstwhile suitors would approach the slender, gray-haired woman. Just as she wished, I’d also become her towering blocker. And did so with a smile. Which led to a conversation with a pair of curious women ensconced in sequined dresses. As I said, business was my forte.

Not that there wasn’t heat between Marge and me. Whenever possible, she’d slide that slim frame along my tuxedo. While talking with other guests, she’d lean back to press her tiny butt against my pelvis. At last, after we’d sauntered through the crowd several times, she guided me out onto the rear patio. Clear, the night sky gave me a view of a half-moon and a brilliant Jupiter.

As well as a view of her just as brilliant smile above the rim of a glimmering champagne flute.

“Have I ever told you how handsome you are, Deke?” she said before taking a quick sip.

“Yes, ma’am, you have.” Although I chuckled, my hand skimmed her bare back. As her glossy lips trembled, those shadowed eyes sparkled. “You look beautiful as well, Marge.”

“Could you, uh...” After a curt gulp, she took a much longer swig of champagne and cleared her throat. “Would you be available to spend the night, um, with me?”

“Of course,” I replied with a beaming smile.

Hey, I’d make a lot more money. Although kinky, she never lasted long, not anymore. But to my surprise, considering she’d wasted no time sliding her dress aside to ride me in the limo, she held up fairly well. Hungry and sending cries out through the open moonroof, she fucked me all the way to her enormous home.

Later, while reclining in a massive hot tub with her skinny pale back squirming against my chest, I watched the sunrise. Though exhausted, her insides kept clenching. With my wide-stretched fingers roaming her small but perky tits, dragging their tiny rubbery nibs, she still managed low moans.

Amid the madness that my life had become, it was a tender moment.

But my mind drifted home. Fuck, I’d never considered that apartment a home before. Then again, it wasn’t my place that filled my thoughts. Nope, before I’d left town, Laura had snuck away early from Congress. After changing into that tiny swimsuit, she’d called me over to her place. Oh, she’d planned to tease me once again.

But those bottomless brown eyes; the way they had glimmered. Nope, neither of us could handle teasing. Which meant she wore a shocked look, followed by a spreading smile when I’d ripped the minuscule bikini from her. Instead of her tormenting me, I’d tugged her down onto me atop a lounger. Impaled and wild-eyed as she scanned Georgetown, she’d ridden me under the warm late-afternoon sun.

It had started slow. Heated under the bright sun’s last rays. Salty sweat mixed with coconut lotion and fragrant soap under my swirling tongue as I worked kisses along her shoulders. Soon her squirming became ever more forceful as she rose and fell. When she’d come at last, she hadn’t held back, screaming skyward while bouncing like a madwoman.

At the sudden growling moan and rapid spasming, I shook my head and returned to Chicago. Focus on my job. While twisting the rich woman’s heated little nibs, I thrust deep into Marge’s battered tightness.

“Oh, my dear, dear Deke.” Her hands slapped onto my thighs as she raced faster. “You bring out the wanton whore in me. Oh. Oh. Oh, God. I’m coming. Mmm, Deke, my wonderful dusky stud, your filthy whore is coming again.”

Her screams continued, echoing across the manicured lawns as I shoved her forward. With my hands tight to her skinny hips and her gripping the tub’s slippery rim, I pounded her into a drooling wreck.

Just like I treated Laura, my sexy slut. And lover.

At the image, I tensed. Before I knew it, my cock was bucking, thumping into the top of the older woman’s spasming tunnel. Whimpers escaped her as she thrust back into me, accepting every thrumming jet.

Again, just like Laura.

“Fuck,” slipped from me as a vision of Laura’s twinkling brown eyes appeared, and that impish grin.

“Yes, my lovely Deke. That you can do so well,” the woman whispered. “Fuck, indeed.”

Even as she wiped matted gray strands from her face to stare at me, I knew what that expression portended. Although exhausted, she grinned as her insides clenched me ever tighter.

“Could you, um, stay longer, my dearest? I’ll, um...” Amid dripping suds, a shaky hand rose from the tub to rub along my twitching thigh. “You magnificent stud, after that, I’ll pay you whatever you want.”

“No.” It came out far more forcefully than intended, and her eyes widened. “Uh, sorry, no, ma’am. I’ve got to catch a flight. Another, um, appointment.”

“Oh.”

Although muttering only the single word, she deflated. With her shoulders slumping, her hand drifted from my leg to plop back into the foamy water. For the first time, heat raced across my face. I’d never been uncomfortable about my job before. Or maybe it was embarrassment for her as she slid from my cock to sink into the whirling jets.

With her back to me and eyes to the distant trees, quiet sobs left the trembling woman. Yeah, I felt like shit. Oh, I shouldn’t have. Only business, after all.

But I did.

When I sank into the heated water to wrap her slim figure in my arms, it didn’t help. In fact, her sobbing grew louder.

Vancouver was worse. Yes, it was raining. Sure, yes, it was only sex. Thank God, no more confused client feelings. But it lasted three straight days. So, yes, I also earned a lot of cash.

But I spent most of my time, fucking or not, thinking of Laura.

What made it even worse? Irina. As the week drew to a close, she, too, appeared in my mind. First in that sundress, then without it. Those dark eyes, they held secrets.