CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CASH
As sexy as Clover was when dressed up for Paradise, it still didn’t compare to her usual multicolored self. This time she wore a ginger wig with heavy gothic makeup to help hide her from anyone who may recognize her from past visits. A barely there sheer black dress showed off the tiny thong underwear and black leather bra she wore.
I’d decided to go for a dressy casual look in suit pants and a white shirt opened to show off my chest, the sleeves rolled up. My red and black split dyed mohawk was pretty memorable. Hopefully this would be our last visit and we wouldn’t have to go back. I knew Clover was ready to be done with the place.
The Sinners had come through with more fake I.D. cards for us. They were growing frustrated with our inability to plant their devices. They’d managed to catch a few conversations from the restroom cameras planted during Clover and Daire’s last visit but nothing they could do much with yet.
“Remember the plan,” Daire said, stopping us at the front door on our way out. “Cash goes in the back to plant a camera while Clover stands watch. I don’t want her back there.”
The Sinners had given us in ear pieces to use to speak with each other, making it easy to stay in contact while we were separated. I fully agreed with Daire’s desire to keep Clover away from the back room chaos. I was happy to put myself in harm’s way if it meant keeping her safe.
“Can you guys handle the job without me?” I asked. “We can do this another night.”
Blaze and Daire were spending the night hunting down a man who’d skipped bail. He’d been arrested for abusing a neighbor’s child. We loved jobs like this. Free rein to hand out some brutal punishment.
“I think we’ll manage without you,” Blaze assured me, punching me lightly in the arm. “Take care of our girl.”
Clover seemed reluctant to leave. Her gaze lingered on Daire’s bruised face. Raina sure hadn’t held back. She’d made sure to leave her mark on him, as he’d done to her. The slash mark across his throat had looked worse than it was, although it would leave an ugly scar.
“I don’t like the four of us being split up,” she said. “It doesn’t feel right.”
Blaze pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Everything will be okay. Don’t worry about us. Focus on what you and Cash have to do. Try to have some fun while you’re at it. Might as well enjoy being in a place like that.”
“Not too much fun,” Daire added. “Don’t let your guard down.”
I couldn’t help but be curious about Paradise. I was the only one who hadn’t been there yet. When we arrived and walked inside, I found the vibes to be dark but inviting. We started off with a drink from the upstairs bar. Taking my hand, Clover led me down the stairs to the party below.
And what a party it was. I took in the wild activity taking place in every inch of the room. My cock hardened at the thought of fucking Clover in here. I knew that wasn’t what we were really here for, although there was no way I was passing up this opportunity.
“What do you think?” Clover spotted an unoccupied chaise lounge and tugged me toward it.
I nodded toward a sex swing several feet away. “I think I would love to get you in that thing and make you come all over my cock.”
Clover blushed, ducking her head as she sipped her drink. “Oh yeah? Is that your choice? Daire opted for the private room bondage and Blaze chose a public spanking before bending me over that sex chair over there.”
I checked out the chair she pointed at, nodding. “I think we should get one of those for the house. I like it.”
A woman draped in leather, carrying a whip, eyed up Clover as she passed. “Love that dress. You’re a knockout.”
Clover grinned, eating up the compliment. “Thank you. I like your whip.”
The woman paused to slap the whip against her own palm. “Let me know if you’d like to feel it. I’ll be around.”
“Oh my,” Clover giggled after the woman walked away.
The thought of watching Clover get her ass whipped by a sexy woman in leather definitely appealed to my cock. Too bad we weren’t here for that. Getting involved with strangers would compromise our mission here.
“I guess we’d better do what we can to blend in. We wouldn’t want to draw the wrong kind of attention.” With a quirk of my brows, I grinned, taking Clover’s chin in my hand.
My mouth was on hers before she could respond. I kissed her with a passion and depth I’d only known with her. Clover brought out something in me no other woman ever had. She reached a part of me that had been off limits to other people. She made me want to be a better man. For her. For myself. I’d never fallen for someone the way I’d fallen for her. I hadn’t known it at first, but she’d owned me from the moment we’d claimed her.
I nibbled her lip piercing before sliding my tongue into her mouth. She curved a hand around the back of my neck, her fingers sliding up into my hair. Her tongue moved against mine, making demands that my cock was more than happy to fulfill.
“I want to see you in that swing,” I whispered against her lips. “Are you ready for me to spread you open wide in front of everyone here?”
“No,” A nervous smile lit up her face. “But also yes.”
I clinked my glass against hers. “Bottoms up.”
We finished our drinks, leaving the glasses on a table. With my hands on her waist, I pushed Clover along in front of me toward the swing. It was little more than a contraption made of leather straps.
I took charge, stripping Clover of her thong, stuffing it in my pocket. Shoving her dress up to her hips, I put her in the swing, pulling her legs through the cutouts that would have her dangling, thighs spread wide. Her wrists also went through leather loops that tightened to hold her in place. My cock strained against my pants in anticipation.
“This feels… wow, this feels like I’m on display for the whole room.” Clover hung there in front of me, totally at my mercy. Her legs were spread, making her pussy the focal point.
“That’s because you are,” I chuckled. “Don’t worry, Sunshine. You’re all mine.”
Her next words were cut off as I dropped to my knees before her and buried my face in her pussy. Holding tight to her thighs, I ate her like she was my last meal. Her taste and scent flooded me, making my dick throb. I couldn’t wait to be inside her.
Clover’s moans had become my favorite sound. People all around us were moaning and begging. Nothing affected me more than the sound of my Sunshine enjoying my tongue.
Needing to feel how wet she was, I pressed two fingers inside her. So goddamn wet. It made me a little crazy. I started to forget why we’d come here.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. She writhed and squirmed in the swing, unable to do much other than hang there. I loved it. Fucking her hard with my fingers, I savored the way she soaked them.
“God, you make me crazy,” I murmured. “I love how your pussy drips for me.”
I didn’t care if anyone watched. Hell, I wanted them to see how my girl responded to my tongue with my fingers buried inside her.
Clover’s legs began to tremble. My name was a sigh on her lips as she came. I kept licking her clit until the heightened sensitivity had her begging me to stop. That’s when I undid my pants and freed my cock. Clover watched with heavy lids as I stepped between her spread legs and thrust deep with one stroke.
Her head fell back, her body succumbing to me in every way. I watched her gorgeous tits bounce with every pump of my cock. Running a hand up the middle of her body, I ran my thumb along her bottom lip before forcing it into her mouth. She sucked the tip, running her tongue over it. A visual that only made me want her more.
A loud slap drew my gaze to a man bent over a sex chair. The woman with the whip stood behind him, whipping his bare ass. He twitched and jerked with each hit, begging her for more.
A small orgy took place on the stage that overlooked the room. Several men and women crawled all over each other. They took and gave pleasure, not caring who they touched as long as they kept touching.
Everywhere I looked, I found desire in its purest form. This place was like a drug. A high that no narcotic could match. The energy surrounding us drove me to fuck Clover harder. To make her breathless from moaning and begging.
I watched my cock disappear inside her, swallowed up by her perfect pussy. Nothing had ever felt so right. So meant for me. Rubbing her swollen clit, I savored the sound of our bodies smacking together. Clover was going to feel this for days.
“Cash,” she moaned, straining against the leather bonds around her wrists. “Your cock feels so good. I’m going to come.”
My balls tightened as my own pleasure rose to unbearable heights. I didn’t usually blow my load this fast. Something about seeing Clover in this swing with an orgy going on all around us made it hard to hold back.
“That’s right, baby. Come all over cock. Let me feel it.” I clutched her tit through her skimpy dress, pinching the nipple between my fingers.
A few more thrusts and she came with a cry that would live inside my memory forever. Her pussy clenched tight around me, drawing out my orgasm. I managed to hold off until she’d stopped spasming around me before filling her with my cum. I loved seeing it gathered at her opening before it leaked out of her. Knowing it would pool in her tiny panties made me want to fuck her all over again. Too bad we had an actual job to do.
I took a moment to appreciate the way she looked hanging in that swing with my cum dripping from her pussy before getting her down. “How was the swing? It didn’t hurt you, did it?”
Clover began to rub her wrists once they were free. “Not any worse than anything else you guys have done. Hips might be a little sore tomorrow.”
Handing her panties over, I quirked a brow and grinned. “Worth it?”
She smiled, her cheeks pink. “Worth it.”
“Should we grab another drink first or get to work? Maybe a water?” Taking her hand, I turned around to go to the bar.
And ran right into Jet Reinhart. What the fuck was he doing here?
Jet looked Clover up and down, risking all of his parts with that one move. “Nice show you two just put on. Really impressive. A bit short though. What’s the deal, Cash? Is that as long as you can last?”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I growled, clenching my free hand into a fist.
“What do you think I’m doing here?” he chuckled. He jerked a thumb toward the bar. “Same as you, I’d wager. I’m here with the blonde at the bar. She’s not really my type, but she was my ticket into this place. A little birdy told me I’d find you here, and I need a favor.”
Clover’s expression morphed into one of disgust and uncertainty. Knowing that Jet had watched me fuck her made me want to kill him. At the very least, he should have his eyes plucked out.
“Who told you we’d be here?” Clover asked.
At the same time, I said, “You’ve lost your mind if you think we’re doing you a favor.”
Jet glanced between us, like he wasn’t sure who to answer first. “I have my ways of finding out such things. I need a favor. I need the Angels to help me with a task. You’ll do it or I’ll leak the footage I have of you fucking your girl in that swing all over the internet.”
His smile reeked of pure evil. The guy supposedly ran a cult and was obsessed with his stepsister. Evil probably ran in his blood.
“Footage?” Clover repeated. “What footage?”
Jet touched the upside down cross hanging from a chain around his neck. “This little beauty is a hidden camera. Neat, huh? I caught your entire show.”
The color visibly drained from Clover’s face. She leaned heavily on me, like she may hit the ground if she didn’t.
I reached for the necklace, ready to rip it from his neck. He warded me off with a raised hand, taking a step back.
“Hands off.” Jet slapped at my reaching hand. “The footage is already in the cloud. Taking the camera won’t change anything. Now are you ready to hear about my favor?”
A red haze of anger took over. I had no control over myself when my fist flew. I punched Jet in the face hard enough to throw him on his ass. A surprised murmur went up from those closest.
Security was on us immediately. Moving impressively fast, several bouncers swarmed. They didn’t ask questions or waste any time. Grabbing hold of both Jet and me, they escorted us promptly to the exit. Clover stuck close, hurrying after us.
Another night. Another bust. The Sinners were going to be pissed.