Chapter 14
It’s nearing nine o’clock by the time I finally pull into the cigar lounge I’m meeting Jax and Blake at. I’m an hour late, having gotten stuck in traffic on the way back from Riley’s. Her living so far away is going to become an issue. I want her close and available at all times, and I can’t have that when she lives out in the goddamn boonies.
The three of us had planned to meet up this evening for a smoke and some drinks. Blake and I have been spending a good amount of time together this last week making sure the deal with the West Virginia congressman is squeaky clean to anyone who may glance at it. With a two-hundred-million dollar government contract riding on this staying under the radar, it’s got us both a little uneasy. Not to mention, I’d rather not sit in prison for bribing an elected official.
Jax has gone into the office with me a few times, convincing Blake to put some money into an AI start-up that Jax and I have been backing for about a year now. But what’s business without a little play?
At least, that was the idea when we decided to get together tonight. Leave the business at the door and just chill the fuck out. God knows I need it. Even after coming down Riley’s throat earlier, I still feel tense as fuck. It’s like I can’t get enough of her and constantly need another hit.
She was such a pretty sight tonight. Gagging on my dick like the good girl I know she wants to be for me, even if she won”t admit it. I was damn near ready to cave in and get her off before I left. Her face streaked with tears, her body flush and trembling, wanting release so badly. If she hadn’t been such a brat last night, I’d have bent her over the couch and fucked her until she couldn’t hold herself upright. And then I would have moved her to the bed and fucked her until she didn’t know her own goddamn name.
But she’ll learn. She only gets to come when she behaves.
I stroll into the cigar lounge to see Blake and Jax in the back corner. The lounge is dimly lit, plush leather chairs and couches scattered about in little clusters to create semi-private seating for groups. Gleaming hardwood floors that match the wood paneling covering the walls give an old time elegance to the place. Sconces adorn the walls, providing most of the lighting aside from a few table lamps beside some of the couches. The style screams old money.
I approach the guys and immediately feel over dressed as fuck in my suit. I’m glad I didn’t bother putting my tie back on when I left Riley’s.
Jax’s long hair is pulled back in a bun, his usual dress shirt and slacks replaced with a tee and jeans and… fucking flip-flops? Blake is dressed just as casually, but he at least left the flip-flops at home. Thank fuck.
The two stick out like sore thumbs. Which is almost comical, considering they’re probably wealthier than everyone else in here. You’d never guess it looking at the two of them right now, though.
“Heyyyy, buddyyyy,” Jax calls when he sees me, clearly already a few drinks in. I step behind his chair and grab his shoulders, giving them a greeting squeeze before taking the armchair between him and Blake.
“Finish your cigars already?” I ask, looking at the small coffee table in front of us and not seeing an ashtray. I’m an hour late, but I’d be surprised if they already worked their way through one, especially since Jax prefers a longer smoke. Hell, even a smaller cigar he’ll drag out all damn night. It’s the social aspect of smoking that he likes, slowly working through a cigar while we work on business plans or discuss life.
When we first started in real estate, before we found any success, Jax and I used to sit on the front steps of our shitty apartment building and smoke Swisher Sweets, planning how we were going to make it out of there one day. As we found success, and eventually carved out a niche in the market tailoring to the morally corrupt, our choice of smoke got better and those front steps got nicer.
“Nah, waiting for you,” Blake replies, waving over a waitress and handing me a drink menu. I take a glance at it, pleasantly surprised by their selection. We pick out our cigars and I order my drink, opting for a twenty-five-year Scotch. As soon as the waitress leaves, Blake asks, “You get the invite to Riley’s housewarming party?”
I shake my head. “Didn’t realize she was having one.”
I also didn’t know he and Riley had met. Or that they were friendly enough to warrant an invite. Why the hell didn’t she mention it to me?
“Tracy’s planning it. Check your email. I just got the invite an hour ago,” Blake clarifies as our cigars are brought over. “Leave it to her to plan a party while she’s on another fucking continent.”
I dig into my pocket to pull out my phone, and sure enough, there’s an invite to a housewarming party at Riley’s place next Saturday night.
“Now I’m feeling left out,” Jax says, doing his best to look offended.
Blake laughs. “You can be my plus one.”
“Fuck yeah!” Jax exclaims excitedly. “Don’t want to miss out on Emmett losing his shit every time Riley talks to another guy.”
Blake looks questioningly between us.
Fucking Jax. He knew the second I asked him to have cameras installed at her place that something was going on. And he’s also noticed how distracted I’ve been lately. Constantly checking where she’s at, who she’s been texting, and as of this afternoon, pulling up the camera streams of her in her new place. Jax also knows I get what I fucking want and don’t take kindly to anyone getting in my way.
“You two a thing?” Blake finally asks at my silence. He grabs the cutter for his cigar, snipping the end and reaching for the matches.
Jax snorts and reaches across the table to grab the cutter from Blake, making quick work of cutting the end of his cigar. “They’re something alright.” He shoots me a sidelong glance as he holds out the cutter for me.
I rip it from his fingers. “I didn’t know my sex life was going to be the topic of discussion tonight.” I hold my cigar in the cutter and snap it closed with more force than necessary.
Jax takes a few small puffs on his cigar until the end is evenly lit. Tilting his head back and exhaling, he says, “So, you are fucking. I was worried you were just going to stalk the poor woman forever.” He gives me a knowing grin. The bastard. “Never seen you work so hard for pussy before, Emmett.”
I light my cigar and take a long inhale, trying to remind myself why I can’t tear Jax’s fucking head off. The shit-eating grin on his face is making it really hard to come up with a good reason.
“I should probably tell you not to mix business and pleasure,” Blake says, a devious look in his eye. “But go right the fuck ahead.”
“Look,” I say, leaning forward and resting my cigar on the ashtray. “Whether or not I’m hooking up with Riley isn’t any of your business.” I turn to look at Jax. “So drop it.”
But, of course, the asshole can’t let it go. “So you don’t mind if I make a pass at her at the party?” he asks, barely hiding his grin.
I clench my fists. He won’t stop pushing until I admit it. What it is exactly, I don’t know. But what I do know is Riley is off limits. She’s fucking mine.
“Fine,” I bark, settling on, “we’re together.”
Jax leans forward, clapping his hand on my back enthusiastically, like I won the Super Bowl or something. “About fucking time you actually want a woman for more than her cunt.”
I scowl at Jax and finish off my drink, waving the waitress over for another. He and Blake start talking sports, but I’m not paying any attention, my mind stuck on what Jax said.
He’s not wrong. The women I’ve been with have always been around for one thing and one thing only: sex. I never felt any sort of attachment to any of them. I didn’t let them sleep over. I didn’t go to their place. I didn’t think about them during the day, and I sure as fuck didn’t track what they were doing and where they were going.
But Riley? This urgent, burning need I have to claim her. To make sure she’s safe. To keep every other man away from her. To know what she’s doing every goddamn hour of the day. I don’t know what the fuck it means, but I do know she’s off limits. Her cunt is mine and mine alone.
“What do you think, Emmett? The Caps have a shot this year?” Blake asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
We spend the rest of the evening talking sports and bullshitting with each other, managing to keep any talks of business at bay. Thankfully, Riley doesn’t come up again, and by the time I enter the parking garage of my building, I’m feeling more relaxed than I have since moving down here. I park my BMW M4 in my reserved spot and make my way inside.
“Evening, Mr. Raythorne,” Frank greets me as he holds the door open for me to enter the building’s lobby.
“Frank,” I give him a nod and offer him a smile. The man works too many nights. I wonder if he has a wife who’s missing him right now.
I make my way to the elevator and head up to my penthouse. Locking my front door behind me, I kick off my shoes and strip out of my suit as I head toward my bedroom to take a quick shower before climbing into bed.
Pulling the sheet over me, the darkness of the room settles in. The good feeling I’d had after leaving the cigar lounge fades, leaving in its place a dark, empty void. I close my eyes, as if that will block out the dark.
Turning on my side, I try to focus on the faint noise of the traffic on the streets below, the feel of the cool air kissing my skin, the earthy smell of the soap from my shower. But it doesn’t help. All I feel is that empty void inside me, and I know exactly what’s causing it.
I roll over onto my back again and grab my phone from the nightstand, pulling up the streams of Riley’s place and backing up to when I left her earlier. I increase the playback speed and watch as she sits on the couch and turns on the TV. She barely watches whatever she turns on, though, her mind clearly focused on something else. Not long after, she starts flitting about her living space, opening boxes, digging around, then moving onto the next. She’s clearly looking for something specific.
I watch her go through five more boxes before she reaches into one and grabs something. I slow the video speed, watching as she pulls her vibrator from the box.
My dick twitches and a smile curls on my lips as I watch her go upstairs with it. I switch to the feed from her room, enlarging it on my screen. I made sure cameras were installed from every corner of the loft, giving me a clear view of her no matter where she is up there.
I turn up the volume as she strips, and pray like fucking hell she doesn’t slide under the covers on her bed. When she climbs on top and starts pulling on her nipples, I reach down and grip my cock. Fuck, she’s so goddamn beautiful.
I watch as she trails the vibrator between her breasts, down her stomach, then between her legs, running it up and down the length of her.
My jaw clenches as she slips it inside her, drawing a moan from her throat, and I can’t help the grunt that leaves my own. When she starts pumping it in and out of her pussy, I stroke my dick to the pace she sets, wishing it were my cock driving into her sweet cunt instead. I can just barely hear her heavy breaths, and I increase the grip on my shaft, squeezing as I increase the pace to match her own.
I know when she turns the vibrator on, a buzzing noise coming through the speakers on my phone. Small whimpers leave her mouth, and I watch with hooded eyes as she writhes on the bed, pumping the vibrator in and out at a fast, consistent pace.
My balls draw tight, and I feel tingles at the base of my spine as my release draws near. When Riley reaches her climax, shaking on the bed and thrusting up with her hips, my own comes out of me with a snarl vibrating from deep within my chest. Cum covers my hand and stomach as I continue to jack myself, getting every last drop. All while Riley continues to roll her hips on her bed, drawing out every last second of her own release.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan, and watch as Riley comes down from her high before walking into her bathroom.
I toss my phone aside, getting up to jump back in the shower and clean up. I can’t help the chuckle that leaves me as I contemplate asking one of our AI companies if they could write a code to monitor her video streams and notify me every time she masturbates.
Because if she’s going to get herself off, I want to fucking participate.