Chapter 44
Trade
Dante
After my shower, I pull my hair back in a bun and step out into the living room.
Peabody trots up to me and yips. It’s the middle of the night, but when he races to the door, I know it’s nonnegotiable. I grab his leash and hook him up.
It’s quiet in the elevator, but in the lobby there’s a group of people waiting to go up. I carry Peabody.
“Aw, what’s his name?” A young woman reaches out to pet Peabody, obviously distracted by the dog.
“Peabody.”
Her eyes lift to mine and they widen.
“And what’s your name?” A different look washes over her as she checks me out.
I just shake my head and walk around her.
I can feel her gaze on my back. Before, I might have offered my name and been friendly, but I don’t need a woman in the building flirting with me in front of Sara. Especially when I can’t say I’m seeing someone.
The night air is crisp and traffic is still thick because it’s Friday night. Normally, the four of us would go out to a club or bar. We’d drink and talk and flirt with women. At some point, we’d make choices and maybe bring someone home. Finn and Tom always brought someone home.
Wyatt, rarely.
Me, occasionally.
If I couldn’t fuck Sara, I’d rather spend the evening talking with Sara than bringing a stranger into my bed. I cross the street still holding Peabody, but as soon as we reach the park, I put him down. The city is bustling with life and sounds. I glance up at the windows of our building.
It settles over me with the subtlety of a wrecking ball. This could all crash around us at any moment. Tom could come home tomorrow. Though from the looks of it, he might be in way over his head. He should have given us a heads up. At least let us know what we’re up against.
Peabody’s lead jingles and I focus as he does his business. I definitely didn’t sign up to pick up dog shit, but where Sara goes, Peabody generally follows. Once I toss the bag, I pick up the dog to head back to the apartment.
The crosswalk is lit to Don’t Walk. Black sedans speed along the street. It’s the best block our money could afford. Most people forgo having a car in the city and just hire drivers. It makes for a very monotonous sea of vehicles on the street though.
One black car sits in a shaded spot of the street off to the side by itself. It’s curious because it isn’t in a spot to pick up someone. The lights aren’t on, but someone is clearly in the driver seat. Smoke climbs out of the open window.
My light changes and I cross the street. Maybe we’re just being paranoid given the situation. The lobby is clear of people and I say good night to the doorman before calling the elevator.
When I step into the empty car, someone yells, “Wait. Hold the elevator.”
I press the open button and wait while a woman and a man about my age hurry on.
“Thanks.” The man nods at me.
The woman glances at me and then down at Peabody. She arches an eyebrow. “What a small dog.”
I shrug. “He grows on you.”
Peabody almost smiles with his tongue hanging out at the woman. She moves closer to the man and takes his arm.
“I’m allergic,” she states like I shouldn’t have him in the elevator at all. Her eyes aren’t red and watery and her nose hasn’t so much as twitched.
“Good thing this is my floor. Have a good evening,” I say as I get off.
“You too,” the guy calls as the doors close.
When we get into the apartment, I release Peabody and he shuffles over to his little doggie bed. I stop at the refrigerator and grab a bottle of water. Checking Peabody’s dish on the way, I head toward the bedrooms. It’s late and tomorrow will also be a late night.
No noises come from Tom’s/Sara’s room and the lights are off. Finn’s door opens and I meet his gaze. He smirks and closes his door.
“Finn,” I chastise.
He shrugs and leans against the wall. “She’s okay with it.”
I shake my head. “The guy gets two nights at most with Sara. We’ve had her all week.” Multiple times. “Give him tonight. You can creep on them tomorrow night.”
Finn narrows his eyes. “Since when are you the sex police?”
I step toward him and tap my water bottle against his bare chest. “Since we’re all fucking Sara. She already took each of us three times after she took Drew the same. Who knows how many more times he’ll fuck her tonight. But she doesn’t need you fucking up her sleep.”
“I’m getting better at not waking her up.” He grins but I shake my head.
“Not tonight.” I glance at the door. Maybe a bigger bed would be better. I rub my jaw.
Wyatt steps out of his room and seems surprised to find both of us hovering in the hallway. His face clears and he nods toward the office door, walking that way.
Finn and I follow into the office and shut the door.
“Theo texted.” Wyatt leans against the desk. “The email was sent using a VPN, but it appears to have come from a port city.”
“You think Tom took a boat?” Finn laughs. “Doesn’t that asshole get seasick?”
“It makes sense though.” I lean against the door. “If he’s on a boat, cell towers would be few and far between. And, unless someone had the boat’s information, they wouldn’t be able to track him.”
“How would Tom have access to a boat?” Finn asks.
“Maybe he’s not alone?” Wyatt glances at the wall behind which Sara sleeps. “It’s not enough information to tell her. It’s not really anything. Just speculation.”
I straighten, already knowing what he’s going to say.
“We’ll tell her Sunday when everything settles down and we get through tomorrow night with our dates.” Wyatt winces. “Is it too late to be sick?”
“More like too early.” Finn hits Wyatt in the shoulder. “I’m going to bed.”
He glances at me and shakes his head. “Alone. Asshole.”
“What was that about?” Wyatt looks at his phone before arching an eyebrow my way.
“I told Finn to let Drew have tonight.” I shrug. “Seems fair that he gets at least one night alone with her.”
Sara
Sunlight dances against my eyelids. I must have forgotten to close the curtains last night. A warm hand slides down the front of me, pausing on my breasts before moving lower. I smile as his fingers slide even lower.
“Did you sleep well, princess?” Drew’s voice is rough against my ear.
“Mmm.” I stretch. Every muscle aches deliciously. I turn my head toward his voice and open my eyes to his warm brown ones. “Good morning.”
He slips his hand between my thighs to slide over my pussy back to my entrance. He circles there, teasing me. “How do you feel? Need a warm bath?”
I spread my legs open for him and slide my body down against his exploring hand. “I could use a hand.”
He smirks.
I reach down to take his hand, pushing his finger and mine into my pussy. My lips part and my eyes close as I moan at how good that feels.
“Fuck, princess. You’re so fucking wet for me already. Show me what you want. What you need.” He kisses my lips and my jaw, then sucks on the spot where my jaw and neck meet.
My pulse is out of control. I guide his hand deeper inside me, curling my finger with his to touch that spot that makes my toes curl.
“Drew,” I whimper.
“What do you need, Sara?” he whispers against my neck as he rubs my clit with his thumb. “Do you need me to tell you how good you feel on my fingers? How my cock is already dripping wanting to be inside you?”
I pull his finger almost all the way out with mine before sliding it back in deep, tipping my hips to adjust the angle. I gasp.
“Do you want me to tell you what a filthy little slut you are for my cock? How I can’t wait to wreck your pussy?” His words fan the flames hotter.
“What if I just wanted you?” I whisper. “Just your touch. Your mouth on mine. Your fingers making my body sing. Your cock filling me over and over again. What if instead of telling me all the dirty things you want to do to me, you just do them? And hold me when it’s over and we’re both shaking from our release? ”
He lifts his head to meet my eyes. He cocks his head to the side like I asked him for a unicorn.
“You don’t have to perform for me, Drew.” I slide my hand along his jaw and search his dark eyes. “I love it when you do, but right now, I just want you and me. No extras.”
“For you? Anything.”
His lips capture mine, and he works with my hand to push me higher until I can hardly breathe. Right before I come, he changes tempo. His other hand finds my breast, lightly caressing it, teasing, plucking the nipple, while he fucks me with his fingers. Everything in me tightens, ready to explode.
He chuckles against my lips as he pauses everything to let the tension unwind.
“Drew,” I whimper. “Fuck me. Make me come.”
He shifts over me, but his finger and mine remain buried inside my pussy. “Do you need it? You can make it happen, princess. You don’t need me to make you come.”
I shake my head and search his darkened eyes. “I want you to. It’s so much better when you do it.”
His smile grows cocky. He draws his hand out of me and pushes my knees out to the sides as he kisses down my throat, along my collarbone, down my breast to suck on my nipple. My fingers slide into his messy, light brown hair.
“Please,” I beg, arching into him.
“Touch yourself, princess. Get yourself almost there. Then I’ll take you the rest of the way. I promise.” He kisses across to my other breast and works my nipple with his tongue, lips, and teeth.
I slide my hand down over my aching clit. A harsh breath leaves me at how good that feels. My pussy is soaking wet and so fucking ready to explode.
“You could come in a second from touching yourself, princess. You know this body so much better than any of us.” He nips at the underside of my breast. “Where to touch to make sparks sing in your veins. Show me.”
He sits back on his heels between my legs and watches my fingers as I work my clit. With my other hand free, I slide my fingers into my pussy, thrusting in and out, stretching myself open, but knowing even with three fingers inside me, it won’t be like with Drew’s cock.
My breathing quickens and my head tips back as I wind myself closer and closer. So fucking aware of his gaze burning into me. My breath catches as I tip close to the edge.
Drew grabs my wrists and pulls my fingers from my pussy.
I groan as the momentum slips away again. “Dammit. I was right there.”
Drew chuckles and lowers to the bed between my legs. “You wanted me to get you there, princess.”
He lifts my hips and presses a kiss to my pubic bone right above my pussy. His tongue slides over my clit as he holds my legs spread wide. His grin warns me before he consumes me. I fall back against the pillows as he licks, sucks, and explores my pussy thoroughly.
It’s too much after not getting there so many times before. He thrusts his fingers inside me and I scream as my release charges through me like touching electricity. My body pulses, and shivers dance across my skin.
He lifts over me, rubbing his face against the sheet before claiming my mouth and thrusting deep inside me. I wrap around him, digging my fingers into his hair and weaving my legs around his as he thrusts hard into me, pushing me higher and higher.
Before I fall over the edge again, tightening around him and this time I part my lips but no sound comes out. He thrusts into me a few more times before stilling and flooding me with his warm cum. We collapse on the bed.
“I think I need to go back to sleep.” I wrap my body around his warm, hard body pressing me into the mattress.
He kisses my jaw. “Weren’t you going to go shopping with the girls today?”
I blow out my breath. “I need a dress for tonight.”
He tries to lift off me but I cling to him.
“Not yet,” I whisper as he chuckles against my neck and curls around me. “Not yet.”
“Say when, princess.” He rubs his stubbled jaw against my shoulder and a small aftershock lights through me.
“Not yet.”