Chapter Four #2
Picking up the bar of soap, he slowly rubbed it across my chest and down between my breasts. I closed my eyes, letting the feelings wash over me. It had been way too long since I’d felt a man’s hands on me.
“Like that, do you?” He turned me around and I braced my hands against the shower wall.
I tried to answer, but all that came out was a little moan of pleasure.
He soaped up my loofah and proceeded to work on my back, circling lower and lower. When his hand slipped between my thighs, I gasped and spread my legs wider. Discarding the loofah, he teased his fingers through my folds and rubbed the tight little bundle of nerves at my entrance.
I whimpered his name.
“Tell me you like that,” he growled.
“Like that.” Apparently whole sentences were no longer a thing for me.
Deuce chuckled and inserted one finger, then two, pumping them skillfully in and out until I was on the verge of a climax.
Withdrawing his fingers, he turned me around and dropped to his knees, his hands on the cheeks of my ass. He pulled me to him and fastened his mouth over my pussy, stabbing his tongue deep.
I let out an incoherent scream, grabbing him by the hair and holding him tight to me as a monstrous orgasm swept over me. I arched my back, pressing myself as close to him as I could. Wave after wave of intense pleasure blazed along every nerve ending.
As my orgasm died down, I loosened my hold on him, and he tilted his head to look up at me. Water dripped off his face in rivers as he licked his lips, his eyes alight with an unholy lust.
“That was the sweetest fucking thing I’ve tasted in a long time.” He rose to his feet, towering over me.
This close, I studied the tattoos that covered a good portion of his body. A couple I recognized. One matched the picture on the back of his cut. I’d have to ask him about them.
Later. When we weren’t naked. When I wasn’t about to feel him inside me.
I reached out and grasped his cock, running my hand down the length.
Deuce let out a strangled groan.
“That feel good?” I asked.
“Fuck, yeah.” He squinted through the dripping water. “Keep it up and you’re not going to get what you want.”
That put an end to my explorations. I so needed to feel that gorgeous cock inside me.
Deuce reached out of the shower and snagged the condom he’d left on the counter. Ripping it open with his teeth, he quickly rolled it over his massive hard-on.
Yup. I was about to get exactly what I wanted.
Deuce lowered his head to sear my lips with a kiss. I raised my arms and held onto his shoulders as he grasped his cock and guided it through the soft folds guarding my entrance.
I had a brief moment of panic as I realized just how big he was.
As if he could read my mind, Deuce whispered in my ear. “It’s okay, you can handle me.” Lifting me, he wrapped my leg around his hips, cradling me against his hard body. He worked his way into me one agonizingly slow inch at a time until I felt his balls slapping up against me.
I felt full. Tight. Stretched to the limit. But he was right. I could handle him. Barely.
He paused for a moment, let me adjust to his size. Then he rocked his hips. Exquisite pleasure lanced through me. He rocked them again.
I let out a low moan. I wanted more. I wanted faster.
He stopped moving. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”
What guy asks that when he’s buried balls deep?
“No. More.” I wasn’t nearly as lucid.
He must have understood me. Pulling back a tad, he thrust deep.
I was on fire, heat building in my belly and blazing outward.
I locked my arms behind his neck, afraid I’d fall if I let go.
The warm water cascaded over me, adding to the intense sensations.
A second orgasm blasted through me and I sagged, barely able to hold myself upright. I let out an incoherent cry as pleasure so sharp it almost hurt racked through me. Moments later, Deuce let out a triumphant yell as his own orgasm consumed him.
We stayed there, locked together, his cock still buried in me. Time ceased to matter as we gasped for air, cocooned in the wet warmth of the shower.
A voice from downstairs penetrated my blissful haze.
“Hello? Sophia? Where are you, and what’s with the motorcycle in your carport and who are those guys outside?”
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Deuce
Sophia stiffened against me. Must be her friend Janet, or the prospects wouldn’t have let her in the house.
Fuck. No way we’d been that long.
I frowned down at Sophia. “I assume that’s your BFF. How did she get in the house? I had it locked down tight.”
Sophia looked confused. “She knows where the spare key is hidden.”
Seriously? She left a key outside? “Under the doormat?”
“No.” She frowned, taking a step back from me. “I’m not an idiot.”
I shook my head. “I didn’t say you were. I’m just saying it’s not a great idea to leave a key anywhere outside until we get this thing under control.”
I could see the emotions chasing each other across her face before she let out a heavy sigh.
“You’re right. I didn’t even think about it.
It’s in one of those magnetic things. I stuck it on the steel supports of the carport.
I painted it black so it’s practically invisible even if you’re looking directly at it.
” She paused, and a ghost of a smile crossed her lips.
“Dad came up with that when he found out I had it under a rock by the front door.”
I was starting to think I needed to meet this dad of hers. Sounded like my kind of guy.
“Sophia? Where are you?” The woman sounded impatient.
Sophia jumped out of the shower and slammed the ensuite door shut. Grabbing a towel from the rack, she wrapped it around herself and pivoted to stare wild-eyed at me. “We need to get dressed!”
I bet that was how she looked when she was a toddler and she got caught doing something naughty. Her eyes were wide, and her wet hair stuck out at odd angles. No makeup, and that fluffy bath towel clenched tight to her as if it could somehow ward off the incoming problem.
She locked her gaze on me, one finger pressed to her lips to keep me silent. Lifting her head, she hollered, “You’re early, Janet. I’m in the shower. Give me five minutes. I’ll be right down. Grab yourself a coffee.”
“Sure.” Janet’s voice was laced with laughter. “Then you can tell me all about the guy that fits in these size fourteen boots. Is he scrubbing your back for you?”
Sophia shook her head, giving me an apologetic look. “Too late to quietly sneak out the back door now.”
I grinned. This was way more fun than I’d had in ages. “I didn’t plan on it, darlin’.”
She rolled her eyes. “I warned you about her. I should have known she’d show up early just to catch us.”
“I’m a big boy.” I turned the water off and slicked my hair back with my hands. “I’m fine with her asking questions. Whether or not anything happened is none of her business unless you want to tell her.”
I stepped out of the shower stall. The closed ensuite door emphasized just how small the room was.
I caged Sophia against the counter, one arm on each side, and proceeded to ravish her mouth.
She wound one arm around my neck and opened her mouth, participating enthusiastically.
When we finally came up for air, she had the stunned look of a woman who had been well and truly kissed. I liked that look on her.
I grabbed a towel from the overhead rack and secured it around my waist. Opening the door with a flourish, I gestured. “After you, darlin’.”
Ducking under my outstretched arm, Sophia strode into the bedroom, towel wrapped firmly around her. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“I think I can handle one nosy woman.” I toweled myself off and reached for my jeans.
Sophia turned to me and chuckled. “I’ll remind you of that after Janet gets her claws into you.”
I found my borrowed shirt and pulled it on before strapping my shoulder holster in place. Sophia eyed the gun doubtfully. “Do you really need to wear that?”
“I do. Don’t worry. I have a concealed carry permit.” I donned my cut which mostly hid the weapon. “You did know I was a biker, right?”
She didn’t bother to answer, turning to grab a pair of yoga pants and a sweatshirt out of the closet. I sat down on the bed, leaning back on my hands as she rummaged through a drawer and snagged some fluffy bits of lace.
Dangling the lace from one hand, she pivoted to face me, arching her brows. “Are you just going to sit there and watch me get dressed?”
“Planned on it.” I eyed up the bits of lace. “Not as much fun as watching you take it all off, but I’m good for now.”
“Really.” She let go of the towel and it floated down to her feet in slow motion.
Kicking it aside, she held my gaze as she grasped one bit of lace between her teeth and stepped into the other, pulling the black thong up to her hips.
Pivoting, she wiggled her ass seductively and adjusted the thin straps over her hips before twirling around to give me an eyeful of generous breasts bouncing unconfined, just begging me to pay attention to them.
I took a deep breath and ran my tongue around my suddenly dry lips.
Sophia smiled knowingly, dropping the remaining scrap of lace into her hands and wrapping it around her chest. The bra fastened in the front and barely managed to contain her ample breasts. “Like it?”
I nodded dumbly, wondering how long we had before her friend came looking for her. My cock had recovered from its shower activity and was eager for another round.
Sophia moved over to the bed and picked up the pants.
She made putting them on the most fascinating show I’d seen in over a decade.
The woman had a flair for performing, even without the usual musical accompaniment.
The stretchy material of the pants hugged her figure as if it had been painted on, and my imagination pictured that tiny scrap of lace on her mound, now hidden from view.
Fuck, I needed to start wearing boxer shorts under these jeans!
Pulling the sweatshirt over her head, she tilted her neck. “Ready?”
I slid off the bed and grabbed her hand. “I was born ready, darlin’.”
She paused, her expression suddenly turned serious. “Just because we, you know, it doesn’t mean we’re a thing. It was just…” She paused and took a deep breath. “It was just sex. I don’t expect anything from you. It was awesome of you to stay last night, but I’m good now. I can handle this.”
I shook my head. “Nope. This isn’t over.”
“Yeah, it is.”
The woman had a stubborn streak, but so did I. We headed downstairs, still holding hands. Before I could continue, her friend came out of the kitchen, and at the same time, my cell phone pinged. I pulled it out of my pocket and glanced at the screen. Ace.
“I have to take this.” I nodded at the woman assessing me from the kitchen doorway and dropped a swift kiss on Sophia’s forehead before striding back upstairs. I had a feeling whatever Ace had to say wasn’t meant for everyone to hear. I could fill Sophia in on whatever I needed to later.
I waited until I heard Sophia and Janet retreat to the kitchen before I hit the call back button. Ace picked up on the first ring. He didn’t waste any time. “You still with the woman?”
“Yeah. Her friend just got here.”
“Good. Shadow ran a check on that dating site. Mostly it’s aboveboard, but in the last two months three women registered on it have gone missing right after setting up dates.
The men involved mysteriously disappeared from the database at the same time.
Not deactivated or account cancelled. They wiped all traces of their profiles and any chats, likes, and activities. Gone like fucking ghosts.”
I frowned. “That doesn’t sound good. How do they manage that?”
“Shadow found a back door, but he hasn’t managed to trace it back to the source.
Which means this isn’t a local scam run by a couple of con men.
You need big guns to pull that off. Shadow put out a few feelers on the dark web.
Rumor has it you can pick a woman on that site, and for the right price she can be delivered to you.
Not as in a date. As in, you’re buying her, and they guarantee no consequences. ”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.” He paused. “Someone picked that woman you’re with and paid for her. They’re not just going to let her go. It appears she used a fake address when she set up her account, so that’s in her favor, but she needs to keep a low profile for now.”
“What do our friends at the bureau have to say about this?”
“They’re extremely interested. It appears this isn’t the only dating app that’s been compromised. They promise full cooperation and whatever backup we need if we pursue this.”
I glanced toward the stairs. From up here I could just hear the low murmur of voices. Sophia and her friend. Sophia’s laughter rang out at something her friend said, and I felt a surge of protectiveness.
“Yeah, we’re going to pursue this. That woman pried open a locked door and jumped out of a moving vehicle to escape. That takes guts. A lot of guts. How many others didn’t make it?”
“Figured that would be your answer. First off, you need to warn that woman… Sophia, is it?”
“Yeah. I’ll warn her. I’ve got a couple of prospects running perimeter guard now. I’ll keep them in place.”
“Good. If she goes out, one of them needs to shadow her at all times. The other can keep watch on the house. I’ll leave it up to you to coordinate that.”
“Roger that.” I ran my hand over the scruff on my chin. I’d need to fetch some supplies if I was going to stay for a while. Those cute pink razors in Sophia’s bathroom weren’t up to the job.