I said his name, I don’t know how many times. I said it over and over, letting it roll off my tongue, an invocation for him, pleading for him. He gave me whatever I wanted, that tongue, those hands, and a bead of sweat dripped down my back as I threw back my head.
I came on his tongue. My body twitched, completely out of control. I groaned and said his name, a stupid smile still plastered on my lips, and I knew this was what I wanted, this was what I needed. From the second he took me and I woke up in a strange bed, I knew I wanted this man between my legs, knew this man could make me feel so good it would drive me crazy.
But slowly the orgasm finished. I released his hair and leaned back on the railing. He slipped his fingers out from my pussy and licked them, cleaning them off as he stood. He touched my face with his other hand and kissed me, and I could taste my pussy on his lips. I kissed him with a hunger that surprised me, and I was breathing hard when he pulled away.
“I’m going to take care of this,” he said, staring into my eyes. “Do you hear me, Colleen? I’m going to take care of it.”
I nodded once. “I believe you’ll try.”
“I’m not going to try. I’m going to do it.”
I bit my lip and laughed, shaking my head. “What makes you so confident? The Club isn’t just going to roll over and let you take them, you know. And my uncle isn’t going to be kind to my father for long.”
He stared at me with this longing expression on his face.
“You don’t know me well enough yet, but you will,” he said. He leaned in and kissed me, biting my lower lip. “When I say I’m going to do something, I always do it.”
He turned away and walked back to the house. I watched him step through the door and disappear back inside before I slowly slid down along the railing and sat on the wood floor.
I stared at the cracked and painted wooden roof deck boards, my heart still hammering, my head still swimming with pleasure. I still felt that deep, dark hole in my chest, and the fear that my father would never come home again, and the Club would take away both my parents.
But Steven’s words rang in my ears and I have to believe him. I knew I had no other choice.9StevenI woke Colleen early the next morning. She slept in her little yoga outfit, and her hair was a mess when she lifted it up from under the covers.
“What time is it?” she asked, groggy and annoyed.
“Just after seven,” I said.
“Too early.” She flopped back down.
“Your uncle wants to meet.”
She sat back up and blinked away some of the sleep. The gray sheet she had wrapped around her shoulders fell away, and my eyes moved down to her chest then back up again.
“When?” she asked.
“Ten this morning,” I said. “Somewhere neutral.”
“I want to come.”
I laughed. “That’s why I’m waking you up.”
“Good.” She sat up and the sheet fell away. Extra pillows were thrown on the floor beside the bed and the heavier blanket was a mess at her feet. She took a deep breath like she was steeling herself for something. “Where’s the meeting?”
“Barnes and Noble.”
She stared at me for a second then tilted her head, her hair spilling down her shoulders. “The bookstore?”
“The one right downtown in Rittenhouse,” I said.
“Why?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “It’s a public place, probably won’t be too crowded. Or maybe he just likes books.”
She let out a little laugh. “Definitely doesn’t like to read,” she said. “All right. Let me shower and get dressed.”
“We’re leaving in a couple hours.” I turned and walked to her door. I was tempted to say more, but I decided to leave and make coffee instead. I left her door open and the padlock hanging from the hook.
I could still taste her on my lips as I filled up the coffee maker and got it started. I leaned against the stove, arms crossed over my chest, waiting for it to brew.
She looked so innocent, waking up from sleep. She looked like an angel, like she’d never been touched before in her life.
But as soon as my fingers were on her skin, she changed into something else. I saw it come over her, the desire and the need. When I licked that delicious little pussy again and again, making her moan, making her whisper and pant my name, I knew she’d been thinking about what it would be like to get fucked by the mobster ever since I picked her up.
She played innocent so well. I could almost believe it when she glared at me for making some comment. But as soon as I kissed her, as soon as I touched her, all that innocence was gone, and there was just my Colleen.