Chapter Thirty-Six
RHYLAND
T he Forbidden Fruit Club looked like hell’s waiting room.
Everybody was a fucking heathen. Women ground against obvious Mafia dudes in three-piece suits like it was the fifties. Semi-familiar models in waitress getups weaved in and out of the crowd holding trays laden with fifty-buck cocktails. There were VIP pockets surrounding the huge dance floor, each manned by a bouncer and bracketed by red velvet ropes. The floor was black and the ceiling high, with neon-blue lightning cracks for lighting, though there weren’t very many of those at all. It was almost pitch-black, probably to cover for the sinister things that went on.
As soon as we walked in, Tate was ushered to a VIP table behind a rope. Apparently, he really knew the owner. I didn’t want to know what the fuck that meant—my nerves were already shot from the exchange with Row. I didn’t even fucking know why. The expiration date for this affair was fast approaching, and Dylan looked ready to murder my ass if I outed us.
“This is your celebration, Coltridge.” Dylan pierced through my brain fog, sliding a blue cocktail my way from across the table. “Celebrate!”
“You’re usually the king of the dance floor.” Row flashed me a dark scowl—the only expression in his arsenal. “Yet here you are sulking the night away. What’s up with your ass?”
“Yes, Rhyland. Please share with the table.” Tate’s lips twitched into something that resembled a smirk. I’d never seen him smile, let alone laugh.
“First of all, it’s been five fucking minutes since we walked in here.” I took a sip of my blue drink, whatever the hell it was. “Second, this place isn’t ready for my moves yet.”
“It sure as hell ain’t ready for your bullshit,” Row snorted.
“Well, we’re going to dance.” Dylan grabbed Cal by the hand and dragged her to the dance floor.
“And I’m going to supervise,” Row grumbled.
The girls were already deep in the thick mass of human bodies. I was reassured by Row’s presence there. He wouldn’t let some guy from the Outfit snatch them, which seemed like an actual possibility in a place like this.
Tate stared at me wordlessly.
“What do you want?” I knocked down a whiskey—fuck the raspberry cocktail—and stared into the bottom of my empty tumbler.
He didn’t say anything.
I needed to rein in my temper. Tate had helped me a lot with my Bruce Marshall deal. Yes, he’d fucked him over, and yes, he was going to cash in on the favor in due time, but he’d never wronged me before.
“I didn’t say anything,” Tate said.
“Bruce told me why he hates you.” I turned to face him.
Not a muscle twitched in his blank face. “And?” he asked dryly.
“Why’d you do it?”
“I needed the business with him,” he replied blatantly. “And I had a tech company in need of a PR facelift. I managed to turn a corner with it after Bruce agreed to cooperate. It helped create a veneer of legitimacy with my high-tech ventures.”
“You’re a ghoul.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
I turned to look at the girls on the dance floor. “Hypnotize” by Alesso bounced over the walls, making the floor tremble. Dylan and Cal were in the zone, flipping their hair, grinding against each other, shouting the lyrics, lost in this moment. Everyone was looking at them—and not because of their dance moves. The men were gaping. I couldn’t blame them.
But I sure as hell could be pissy about it.
“Everyone’s staring,” I commented to Tate, gesturing to Dylan and Cal.
Tate redirected his gaze begrudgingly to the dance floor, one arm slung over the headrest of our black leather booth. “Yeah, well, Row’s wife looks like she’s having a fucking seizure.”
“They want them.” I ignored his distasteful joke.
“Maybe,” Tate drawled. “But Calla isn’t up for grabs. Dylan is.”
No, she wasn’t. She was mine. In every fucking way that counted.
Her pussy was mine.
Her laughs were mine.
Her funny observations.
Her tears. Her fears. Her worries.
Well, not everything. Her heart wasn’t mine. We’d made a promise to each other to keep that organ out of our arrangement.
I stood up and walked to the dance floor, cutting in between Cal and Dylan. Cal shrugged it off and danced her way over to a horrified-looking Row, swaying her hips to the music and knotting her arms around his neck. He didn’t do dancing.
I grabbed Dylan by the waist, staring into her eyes. “Every man in this club is eye-fucking you.”
“Maybe.” She grinned, raising her arms up and moving her hips seductively. “But only one of them is dick-fucking me, and that is you. You hungry?” she asked.
I raked my gaze up and down her delicious body.
She rolled her eyes. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Coltridge.”
“Why? You love it filthy.”
“We should order something for the table.” She ignored me. “Something savory.”
“I’ll show you savory.” I grabbed her by the ass and hoisted her up, then spun her around. Her laughter carried on the air. In that moment, I really couldn’t give a shit if Row had something to say about it.
We danced for a while, until we were sweaty and spent, twirling and laughing and spinning. I was having fun, even though initially, coming to her was a way to piss on my territory and make sure everyone at the club knew not to go near her.
Finally, Dylan sighed and pushed my chest. “Okay, I’m going to pee.”
“I’m going to come.” I slid my fingers through hers, holding her hand.
She shot me a confused glance. “Wow. Everything does turn you on.”
I barked out a laugh, leading her to the restrooms, and noticed Row and Cal making out against the wall on our way there, lost in each other. The line to the bathroom was three people deep.
“You think they’re snorting coke?” Dylan turned to grin at me.
I reached to wipe sticky locks of hair off her sweaty forehead. “No, baby. They’re snorting coke in plain sight at the tables.”
“This place is insane.”
“So is the guy who brought us here.”
When it was finally Dylan’s turn, I walked in right along with her and locked the door behind us. She turned to me, confused.
“What are you doing?”
“Thought we’d have a quickie since we’re already here.” I waggled my brows.
Her eyes flared, but a spark of mischief ignited inside them. “What if we get caught?”
“Well, it’d be someone’s lucky day.”
“Let me just do my business.” She crouched down right in front of me, squatting in the air as she peed, hiking her minidress up and sliding the side of her panties.
It was so hot to see her doing this in front of me I couldn’t even control myself. I staggered with my back against the door and unzipped myself. She flushed, tugging the dress down when I put a hand over her wrist.
“No. Leave it as it is. Turn around and grab the coat hanger.”
She did as instructed. The hanger was a little high up on the door, but she was on the tall side. So was I. We matched in so many fucking ways. Her panties were still pushed to one side when I grabbed my cock by the root and tapped her ass with it, smearing a bit of my precum on her skin. I took my time bunching her panties into a thong inside her ass crack and teasing her tight little asshole with it.
“I’m ready,” she panted, bending over and offering me both of her holes by spreading them open.
“Let’s see.” I parked the crown of my cock in her asshole—just the tip—reaching down to run my fingers along the slit of her greedy cunt. She was dripping for me. With a sigh and a shudder, I positioned myself at her entrance from behind.
“Come on.” She arched. “Just do it.”
“Say please,” I instructed, biting the side of her neck softly. “You’re a hell-raiser outside, but when I fuck you, you’re my good little girl.”
“Please,” she moaned, pressing herself into me, sinking my dick into her.
“Better.” I grabbed her hair, my other hand holding her waist as I began pounding into her. “So, so much better.”
Better turned into orgasmic way too fast, though, because after only a few thrusts, Dylan started making porn noises. She was always vocal in bed, which I loved. She usually pressed a pillow to her face when I ate her out to drown out her whimpers, and when we fucked, I let her bite my shoulder or my hand, depending on our position. This time was no different. I pushed my index and middle fingers into her mouth, letting her suckle on them while I rode her faster and deeper from behind. My dick was slick with her juices, and the possessive, jealous side of me wanted to test her limits.
“How close are you?”
“Close,” she murmured around my fingers.
“Can I fuck your ass?” I asked. “I think you’re ready. And there’s enough lube.”
I thought she’d freeze for a few seconds. Mull it over. But then I forgot who I was dealing with.
“Yes,” she growled. “Please, fuck my ass hard.”
Say no more.
I began playing with her anus, pushing my middle finger in and out, filling both her holes at the same time. I did it often to help her get used to the sensation, and she immediately made happy noises around my fingers and pressed deeper into me, clenching around my finger ravenously, asking for more. It was when she was close to climaxing that I entered my second finger into her. Things got stretchy at this point, and a groan of discomfort escaped her as she rocked against my dick.
“Should I stop?” I asked gently.
“No, no,” she said breathlessly.
Somewhere in the back of my head, I was aware of voices coming from the other side of the stall, of the pounding on the door, the demands that we evacuate because it had been ten minutes, but I didn’t care.
It took everything in me not to come when she climaxed on my cock. By then, I had three fingers in her ass. I spread them out too. Made sure she was completely ready. Her asshole vibrated, asking for more. I leaned in to kiss the side of her neck again. I didn’t know why, but I was particularly fond of that place.
“When I fuck your beautiful, tight hole, it’s going to hurt at first. The pressure will be uncomfortable. You might feel like you need to go to the bathroom. You might release some air. If you want to stop, just let me know. I won’t be disappointed.”
Understatement of the century. She’d already fulfilled every single one of my fantasies by merely existing.
Dylan clutched onto the coat hanger harder, her knuckles whitening. “Just get inside, Rhy. I don’t care if I fart on you—I want my ass fucked.”
Holy shit. Was I falling in love?
I slipped out of her pussy, pressing home into her asshole. I did it gradually but also not so slowly as to make it excruciating. I had no idea what organ my dick was hitting by the time I was fully settled inside her. I just knew it felt like a slice of heaven.
I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, groaning. Nothing in this world was supposed to feel this good.
“How’re you feeling, Cosmos?” I asked groggily. I was going to come as soon as I stopped holding my breath. That was how intense the pleasure was.
“Good. So good,” she purred, wiggling her ass a little, making my balls tickle. “This hits so different. I can’t believe I’ve never tried anal before.”
My eyes snapped open. She’d never tried anal before? I didn’t know why it shocked me. Maybe because Tucker seemed like the kind of asshole who’d want it all. Maybe because she’d been open to it from day one, never voicing any concern. I was prepping her for my size, not the experience itself. Whatever the hell it was, a delicious feeling spread in my bones.
I grabbed her by the waist with both hands and started fucking her ass. I knew I wouldn’t last long, and neither would she—the pleasure was too much—so I took full advantage of our position to extort her.
“Cosmos?”
“Hmm?” she cried, her cheek pressing against the door people were pounding on as I drilled into her again and again.
“I have a job offer for you.”
She grunted in response. I doubted she was of sound mind right now. I knew I wasn’t, considering what was about to leave my mouth.
“Is this really”—pant—“the time?” Pant.
“I want to extend our fiancée-for-hire arrangement for six months at a set price of $100K per month. After the six months are up, we’ll break our engagement and announce it to Bruce. Good for my business. Good for your med school. Good for everyone.”
Other than my bank account, but I needn’t worry about it, now that Bruce had signed the contract.
“I’ll have to think about it.”
Thrust.
“What?”
Thrust.
“I said I’ll have to think about i—”
Thrust.
“No, I heard you fine. I just can’t believe I did. I’m offering you a fucking gold mine here.”
Thrust.
“Don’t let our dynamics in bed fool you, Coltridge. I’m not a charity case. We’re equals. And I’ll decide when and where I want this to end. Now fuck my ass and shut up.”
My thrusts became quicker, jerkier, more punishing. What was she thinking? I was taking all her goddamn problems away, putting her through med school, and she was turning it all down.
My head was a mess, but the rest of my body was pretty clear on where it stood. I shot my load inside her asshole less than a minute after in an orgasm that ripped through me like a hurricane. She came too. We rocked that climax together. I made sure I emptied out inside her, then I rearranged her panties over her asshole and her cunt.
She glanced at me over her shoulder, still scowling. “Aren’t I going to drip from there?”
“Pucker that asshole tight, sweetheart.” I gave her ass a friendly tap. “And if you manage to keep it all in, when we get back, I’ll eat it off you.”