Chapter 22
Adjustable Rate
Wyatt
“For fuck’s sake.” I lift my head at Sara’s muffled cry from the bathroom. My fist clenches around the pen. It’s like everyone needs to prove how loud they can make her. It makes me want to put a ball gag in her mouth and make her come until she taps out.
Finn chuckles. “Jealous?”
I acknowledge him with a grunt.
Drew gave us the code and the time to get into his apartment. Of course, when we walked in, he made Sara scream her orgasm. Then she released a moan worthy of a porn sound studio voice foley.
Part of me wanted to watch her come that hard while another part of me wants to punish her for letting him make her come like that. This situation is fucked-up.
Now, I’m glaring at Finn as he sets up to work. I stare at the fast-forwarded footage of the strip club. Men arrive alone or in groups. Occasionally, a woman, obviously not a stripper, walks by on the arm of a man. The strippers move to whatever music plays but I don’t have sound.
My attention is only half on the screen.
I listen for any more noises from the bedroom.
This is the problem with giving in to my obsession with Sara.
I’m finding it more difficult to block her out and focus on my work.
This afternoon, her scent lingered in my office.
I almost called her in to relieve the ache she caused but knew I shouldn’t. I’m in control of my body.
Then, when I needed to get tonight’s information from Drew, he stripped her in front of me. Her pale green eyes were almost black with need. I couldn’t resist making her come. She’s a drug, an addiction. I know I’ll never work her out of my system.
My fingers twitch with the need to punish her, but she hasn’t done anything wrong. Letting Drew fuck her until she screamed? She said it. I could have had her to myself. The only one who should be punished for all the orgasms Drew and the others give her is me.
Fuck, listening to her with them is punishment. This hot swell of jealousy churning in my gut is punishment.
A door opens and the low murmur of their voices fills the quiet apartment. Drawers open and shut. Clothing rustles. I swear I can hear him kiss her.
I pause the video replay and sit back in my chair to watch her walk into the room. And there she is.
Sara.
She has a gorgeous smile. Her damp red hair leaves wet marks on her untucked shirt. Her face is bare of makeup. She’s stunning.
I want to claim her, draw her down onto my lap and give her orgasms until she’s hoarse.
“Come here, trouble.”
“Yes, sir.” She smirks as she heads my way. Her hips sway hypnotically.
If we weren’t on a time crunch, I would do whatever I wanted to her for hours. Instead, I’ll do what little I can so as not to disrupt our progress.
“Show me.” I raise an eyebrow and wait.
Shaking her head with an impish smile, she unzips her skirt and lowers it over her hip so I can see she’s not wearing panties. Not that she’s had the opportunity to find any, but I have to dominate her just a little to calm this nervous energy the fuck down.
“Good girl.” I nod toward her laptop setup. Right now, control is what I crave. “Get to work.”
Finn trails his fingers over her ass as she passes him on her way to her chair. When she sits, Dante leans in and kisses her temple. The softness in her eyes for each of them makes my heart swell. We have her. This isn’t permanent but it’s perfect right now.
Drew claps me on the shoulder. “Love the no panties rule, old man.”
“We’re the same age,” I say with no intonation. This asshole. Out of everyone Sara could’ve picked to actually date, she chooses this asshole.
“Are you sure?” He wiggles his eyebrows before he pulls his laptop over. “There’s leftover lasagna if anyone wants it.”
Finn glances over at the counter before rising. He goes through the cabinets to find a plate and takes some lasagna and bread. He rarely passes up a free meal.
We all get down to business, working on finding these guys that frequent the club for Mac so he’ll tell us what he knows about Tom. The guys they’re looking for show up occasionally, but not often enough.
“Got another one.” Dante writes in his notebook.
“That makes four?” Drew leans back in his chair. His gaze flows over Sara who stares at her screen. Her lips are slightly parted as she rubs her finger over them in concentration. She’s always been like that, unconsciously arousing.
If I told her to get down on her knees and suck me off, would she?
Also a bad idea. Distracting, that’s what Sara is.
Finn looks over the dates and times of the videos we have. “No pattern yet.”
This is going to take us all night.
Finn looks thoughtfully at Drew. “Besides Crystal, maybe the guys go for another of your women. Can we get a work schedule for your strippers over the time period? Maybe they only show up when certain women are on stage.”
“That’s not a bad idea.” Drew stands and heads into his computer room.
Finn tips back in his chair with the front legs off the floor. His green eyes glow with mischief as he studies Sara. She’s so intent on her work she hasn’t noticed his attention yet.
“So, flower.” Finn drops the chair back onto four legs with a bang.
Sara jerks her head up from the screen and focuses on Finn. “Yes?”
“Color me curious, but what exactly did Drew do to make you scream?” Finn arches his eyebrow. “What does it take to make you come so loud?”
“Oh.” Sara’s cheeks pinken.
Finn leans toward her and slides his finger over her lip. “Tell me, flower, what did he do?”
She glances at her screen before taking in a deep breath. With a little smile, she shakes her head before her eyes lock with Finn’s. “We just fucked. No extra stuff. Just him and me.”
“Hmm.” Finn holds her chin, stroking his finger over her jaw. She gives a little shiver. “Did he go down on you?”
She smirks and arches her eyebrow. “Do you want a play-by-play?”
“I mean, I love a good story. You could sit on my lap while you tell it.” Finn leans in closer to her before Dante clears his throat. Sara straightens.
“We still have work to do.” Dante glances at their laptops meaningfully. “I’d like to get home before midnight. We have work in the morning.”
Sara gives Finn an air-kiss before returning to her laptop. Finn sighs and adjusts his cock before he scans his laptop. Her face is flushed when her fingers touch her lips.
She’s obviously aroused. She shifts in her chair, crossing her legs. Needy, probably aching.
“How much more footage do we need to comb through?” I ask, loud enough to be heard by Drew in the other room. The sooner we get this done, the sooner I can fulfill that ache of hers.
“Finn might have been on to something.” Drew comes back in with a few printouts. “There’s only three girls who worked all four of those nights.”
“Do we have their schedules?” Finally fucking something.
Nodding, Drew hands out the pages. We all focus on the dates those girls worked to look for these guys until we have it narrowed down to one girl they show up for consistently. Not a stripper, but one of the waitresses. A woman named Noelle Fletcher.
“So we give them her schedule and they’ll tell us what they know about Tom.” Sara leans back in her chair. She looks around at all of us.
It’s almost ten o’clock.
“I texted them.” Drew checks his phone. “Are we all going or just some of us?”
Sara stifles a yawn.
“Finn and I will go.” Dante rises and meets my gaze. “You’ll get Sara home?”
“Meeting’s not for an hour.” Drew smirks. “How about we do a little demonstration, princess?”
That perks her up. What the hell is he up to now?
Sara
When we step into the play room, my pulse is already throbbing. Finn hounds my footsteps and tingles chase up my spine. All of them are in here. It’s going to be like the club and the hotel again.
I don’t have to choose. All the decisions are taken away from me. I’ll hand over my control to Dante. He steps in close to me and his arm brushes against mine.
“If you need to go home—”
“I don’t.” I shake my head. Fuck, I’m so excited I want to just strip naked right here. But I wait. Anticipation sizzling through my veins. Finn’s hands grab my hips and pull me back against his rock-hard cock. My insides melt.
“Sara wanted to try this one.” Drew puts his hand on the contraption. Of course I didn’t pick something easy like a bench or the bed.
Finn’s mouth touches my hot neck and I gasp as his lips and tongue explore. My thighs press together against the ache spreading through me. Wyatt sits on a bench, watching me with his dark eyes. The longing in them adds to my need.
Heat floods me and I need to cool down. My fingers tremble on my buttons.
Dante steps in front of me and takes over.
I look up at his gorgeous face while he releases each of the delicate buttons.
My fingers slide over his obliques and curl into his pants, holding on while Finn sucks and licks my neck.
“How do you want to play tonight?” Dante’s gaze lifts to mine. The heat in his scorches me.
I bite my lip and glance over at Drew, who’s making adjustments to the furniture. My eyes meet Wyatt’s and a bolt of lust fires through me. Fuck it.
“I want it all, boss.” I wet my lips in anticipation.
He slides the backs of his fingers against my cheek and down my neck before he pushes my shirt off. Finn takes it from him and undoes my bra. Dante slips it off and passes it to Finn then releases the zipper on my skirt and it flutters down to my feet.
“So beautiful.” Dante grazes my breast with his fingers.
Finn slides his hand between my legs and caresses my pussy.
I moan softly.
“You can do better than that, flower.” Finn catches my earlobe in his teeth as he thrusts his fingers into me.
“Oh.” My nipples rub against Dante’s shirt.
“Are you ready for her?” Dante takes my breasts into his hands and rubs my nipples with his thumbs. If anyone answers, I don’t hear them over the thundering of my heart in my ears.