CHAPTER SIX
Reynolds
“Oh, fuck, honey.” My head lolled back on the sofa as the blonde between my legs went to work. “Just like that.”
She hummed and sucked, cheeks hollowing out.
I groaned. She was good. I relaxed and closed my eyes as she sucked me off. That’s when I realized I was picturing the angel I’d seen the other day with Nico.
Nadine.
My eyes flew open. What the hell? I scrubbed a hand over my jaw and tried to ignore the fact that my mind kept coming back to that woman. I mean, here I was with my dick in a beautiful woman’s mouth, and I had to admit it was way better for me if I closed my eyes and pretended it was Nadine.
What was going on? I shook my head and let the sensations overtake me, as I tried to shove all thoughts of Nadine out of my mind.
We were in a private room at Cayenne, the members-only sex club to which I belonged. I enjoyed watching others fuck each other, and it wouldn’t bother me for people to watch us. With my position as mayor, though, I knew I shouldn’t be on display for others to see. At least not in an election year.
I looked at the brunette beside me. “Come here, honey.” She moved over to me, tits out. I pushed them together, licking and sucking on them.
She mewled and arched her back. I sucked a nipple while twisting the other one.
She gasped and stared at me, mouth open, eyes a little glassy.
“That feel good?”
She moaned and started bucking her hips.
“You want a turn sucking my cock?”
“Sure, Mr. Mayor.”
God. I loved when women called me that during sex. I opened my legs wide. Blondie popped off my cock and crawled up on the sofa. I pulled her onto my lap, so she straddled me. I wanted easy access to her tits. They were much bigger than the brunette’s, and I was into them.
“Suck me off,” I demanded of the brunette. “Show me how good you are.”
I groaned almost immediately as she took me deep in her throat and worked me fast and hard.
“Fuuuuck, that’s nice,” I mumbled as I fastened my mouth over one of the blonde’s hard nipples and sucked.
I was settling into this, ready for a few amazing hours of fucking two beautiful women. I’d been stuck making the rounds with Whitney Masters the past six weeks, and I hadn’t had much time to spend at Cayenne. And I sure wasn’t fucking Whitney, thank goodness.
But now my neglected dick desperately needed attention.
I moaned as the brunette moved her plump lips up and down my cock, while I got to play with the blonde’s nice rack.
Then someone knocked on the door.
“Shit.”
I glanced at the brunette resting back on her heels. “Hurry, honey. I’m almost there.”
I stood up, pulling her up to her knees. Then I put my hands in her hair and took control of the pace. “Suck hard,” I demanded as I fucked her mouth. Before we came into the room together, she’d said she had a submissive kink. I decided to make use of it.
She smiled around my cock as she did what I asked. I thrust into her mouth a few more times before coming hard down the back of her throat with a yell.
I pulled out of her mouth, watched her swallow, gave her a wink, and started cleaning myself up a bit. “Thanks, ladies. Maybe I’ll see y’all here another night.”
They were already working on each other, so they didn’t even acknowledge me with more than a seductive smile.
I couldn’t help but watch for a minute.
Damn. The blonde was eating the brunette out and she was moaning and writhing on the couch. I really wished I could stay now. But I knew no one would interrupt me unless it was something important.
I zipped up, unrolled my sleeves, buttoned my cuffs, and headed to the door.
“Well, Mr. Salazar,” I said as I opened it and saw my buddy Nico on the other side. He owned the sex club with his delicious, but off-limits, sister Carmen. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Sorry, Reynolds.”
My smile dropped as I saw the look on his face. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s been another murder,” he whispered as he leaned next to my ear. The two of us walked down the hall as quickly as possible between the couples watching other couples fucking in the display rooms.
“Goddamn.” For the past few years, violent crime had reared its ugly head in the city.
Things like this didn’t use to happen very often in West Bay.
But the Salazar family’s empire had caused the city to explode over the past three decades.
West Bay was no longer the sleepy Southern town in which previous generations of my family had lived and worked.
With big city growth came big city problems, and, as mayor, I was tasked with handling a lot of those problems. It didn’t help that the problems had seemed to worsen under my tenure as mayor.
I knew it was a coincidence; all cities the size of West Bay had crime.
But voters didn’t take those kinds of things into consideration when they cast their ballots.
Melda, my campaign manager, had been right in her assessment of my chances.
My only real opponent, Jasper Hill, had been making me out to be an easy-going playboy in the press, and it had stuck before Melda had suggested I should fake date Whitney.
Probably because he wasn’t wrong. But just because I liked to fuck around didn’t mean I wasn’t serious about my job.
I loved this city with all my heart, and I truly wanted to make it a better place.
I hoped now that I’d started being seen around town with Whitney, the press would stop focusing on my party boy image. The public seemed to like the thought of me settling down with one woman, so I hoped they would buy that Whitney and I were a couple.
But now Jasper Hill kept bringing up the crime rate and blaming me for it.
It seemed like he’d switched gears once he saw I was trying to repair my public image.
The press had taken note, and now every crime made the front page of the paper or earned a post on social media.
Especially homicide. I grimaced. I couldn’t wait to be on the other side of the election for more reasons than one.
I wanted to win and get busy implementing the crime initiatives I’d been working on for a while now. These murders had to stop.
And I couldn’t wait to end my fake relationship with Whitney. She got on my last nerve, and I didn’t enjoy lying to the public.
“Come through here,” Nico said as we reached an almost hidden doorway.
He opened and led me through the private, staff-only hallway he let me and a few other select individuals use.
It ran through the back of the four of the members-only clubs he owned, connecting them all and making it easy for him to move between them.
He was taking me out through Sugar, the strip club that was nicer than any strip club I’d ever seen or heard of.
I didn’t want to be seen coming out of Sugar, either, but it was better than Cayenne.
Most people had heard rumors about what went on there.
Of course, if the press was out tonight, they were more likely to be trying to get pictures of whichever members of West Bay high society were frequenting Bailar or Salazar Nights.
There were so many bouncers and security around Sugar, Cayenne, and Cinnamon that many members of the press didn’t even try to photograph the people coming and going from the members-only clubs.
I hurried down the hallway and strolled through Sugar to get to the back exit where Byron would be waiting for me with the car.
Many people didn’t realize that in addition to being my security guard and driver, Byron was one of my oldest friends.
Byron wanted it that way. He thought the less people knew about him the better.
He liked to blend in so people would be less likely to notice he was carrying a gun.
I hated to tell him, but he didn’t blend well. He was a handsome fucker who was tall, ripped, and looked great in a suit. Half the female population of West Bay noticed him every time I had a public outing.
Nico knew all about Byron, of course. The three of us went to boarding school together.
Sugar was packed. I nodded at several people and slowed down my gait.
It wouldn’t do to have some of the most prestigious residents of West Bay seeing me in a hurry and thinking there was an emergency in the city.
I didn’t even bother to look at whoever was on stage, which was rare for me. But my mind was on something else.
Maybe that’s why I ran straight into a hostess.
I almost knocked her right over. I grabbed her by the upper arms to steady her and got a good view of her full breasts, displayed to perfection in her skimpy uniform. My eyes hovered there before slowly moving up to her face.
I sucked in a breath. It was Nadine.
She was truly one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. I stared at her, struck mute, again, by how stunning she was. I looked in her big brown eyes and felt something stir deep within me. For once, it wasn’t just my cock.
She was barely looking at me, though.
“Thanks for catching me, mister. I’ve gotta go. Running late!”
With that she jogged past me. I stared after her like I’d never seen a woman before. It was hard for me to breathe.
Nico, who was still right behind me, started laughing. “I’ve literally never seen that look on your face except for the other day when you saw her the first time. She’s something, huh?”
I ran a hand through my hair, not caring that I was messing it up.
“Man, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me around her. She’s…”
“Gorgeous? Yeah, she is. Carmen found her in some Podunk town at a wedding.”
“Not hers, I hope?”
“You think I’d hire married women to work here?”
I shrugged.
“Thanks,” he said sarcastically, “But no, it was her ex-boyfriend’s wedding. She was on the catering crew and basically crying into the food. Carmen rescued her.”
I craned my head trying to get a better view of her retreating form. “I’d love to talk to her…”