Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
I entered her all at once, slow but sure. Damn! She was tight! Elise gasped, but it quickly turned to a moan of pleasure. “No messing around, huh, cowboy?”
“You make it hard to wait,” I drawled, thrusting into her a second time. She groaned and buried her face in the covers.
She was the perfect fit. Tight, wet, and eager. I gripped her hips and thrust into her, harder and faster each time, testing her limits. Elise wasn’t lying when she promised she could take whatever I could dish out. I slammed inside of her, holding onto those sweet hips for dear life, and she kept screaming for more even as she shuddered and tugged at her cuffs.
When I buried myself inside of her that final time, she let herself go and followed me right over the edge. Only then did she fall down to the bed, sucking in air like she’d just been saved from drowning. After she regained her breath, she giggled and glanced over her shoulder at me.
“Holy crap, cowboy. You were even better than I thought you would be.”
I laughed. “Good to know.”
She eyed me. “Something tells me that you already knew that.”
I grinned, pulling the condom off and walking over to the bathroom to flush it. I wasn’t leaving my DNA here for anyone. “Just tryin’ to be modest, darlin’.”
Elise laughed. “Right.”
I walked back over and reached around her to unhook her cuffs from the bed frame. “You okay?”
She nodded and turned around to lie against the pillows, her chest still heaving faster than normal. She rolled her head over to look at me as I started to get dressed again.
“Now it’s back to the aww shucks routine? After that?” she asked, giving the space on the bed beside her a pointed glance. She laughed again as she shook her head, her smile bright and her eyes dancing. “Who are you, cowboy?”
I considered her for a moment. I wondered if there was a reason Richie had sent her along with me. Was there more to this exchange than just headboard banging sex? Was he using her? I still didn’t know if she’d been paid for my pleasure or if she was just an adventurous girl, somehow mixed up with the Sanderson group. On the other hand, maybe she was just a regular at the club. I had no idea.
I flashed her a smile. “Tell you what, Elise, I’ll give you the deets next time I come in.”
She laughed and sat up. She pressed a kiss to my cheek. When she pulled away, her eyes were half-closed. “Deal.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Bennett
Elise walked me back to the private room where Richie and his pals were still having a good time. Thankfully, Richie no longer had a blonde head between his legs, working him over. Instead, he had a cigar in his hand and was puffing away, shooting the shit with a couple of his cronies and other members of the Sanderson clan. He glanced up as Elise and I entered the room and grinned.
“He wired?” he asked, his question directed at Elise. All heads turned toward us. She shook her head.
So, that was what that was all about. Dalton sent me to go fuck some random chick just to make sure I wasn’t wearing a wire. Well, damn, that was certainly one way of doing it.
Richie dismissed Elise with a jerk of his chin and then turned his gaze back on me. He grinned. “Did you show Elise a good time?”
Elise squeezed my arm before running off. I watched her disappear out a side door before I crossed over to sit on the couch opposite Richie. Cinnamin appeared with a fresh bourbon and handed it to me with a smile.
“Well, I know she sure showed me a good time.”
Richie laughed, and his guys joined in a beat later. He leveled his cigar at me. “You know what, Mr. Starr, I like you. But we got a problem—”
Everything inside me went stiff. My heart stopped beating, and it hurt to force air into my seized lungs. “A problem?”
Problems with a guy like Richie Dalton usually ended with a bloody body, the trunk of a car, and a shallow grave somewhere out of town.
“None of these guys have ever heard of you,” he said, gesturing at the two men who flanked him on the long, leather couch.
I glanced at each of them before returning my eyes to Richie. “Well, that’s to be expected, Mr. Dalton—”
“Richie.”
I nodded. “Okay. Richie.” I took a drink and then set the glass on the table in front of us. “We come from two different worlds, Mr. Dal—uhm—Richie. See, I’m more of an international businessman, and you—from what I’ve gathered—are more of a local businessman.”
Richie squared his shoulders and narrowed his eyes. After a long stare, he flicked his hand to his left, then his right, dismissing his two men in turn. They exchanged a dark look and then rose from their places, buttoned their jackets, and filtered out of the room, leaving Richie and me alone. He leaned forward.