Repo (The Henchmen MC 4)

"Mmmhmm," I murmured, meaning it. Like I expected, it didn't feel like the most amazing thing in the world, but it was nice.

"About to be a whole lot better," he promised, nipping into my earlobe as the hand on my belly slid lower and moved between my thighs, his thumb pressing against my clit and a finger thrusting inside my pussy.

It was right then that I realized Repo was nothing if not an honest man. Because with the way my sex clenched and a rush of wetness coated his palm, I knew he was somehow going to make good on his claim.

His thrusts started slow, tentative, as if waiting for any resistance or objection. But with his thumb working my clit and his finger working my G-spot, all I felt was the strong, almost overwhelming anticipation of an orgasm that threatened to rip a hole through the sky and let me see into heaven for a moment.

"So, how's this going for ya?" he asked through my increasing moans, his tone a little teasing.

"Shut up," I laughed, reaching up behind me and wrapping my arms around his neck as his thrusts got faster, his fingers more insistent.

I felt my sex tightening, hinting at completion. The thrusts got even faster as his finger raked across my G-spot and his thumb pressed in hard and I just... shattered.

There was no other way to describe it.

The orgasm coursed through my system, starting at my clit and G-spot and exploding outward until it overwhelmed my entire body.

"That's it, honey," Repo growled against my ear as his thrusts got harder for a moment as I came back down before he planted deep and jerked once upward as he let out a curse as he came.

We stayed that way for a long time, him still inside me, my arms around his neck, one of his arms low on my hips, the other just under my breasts, our breathing ragged, our heartbeats frantic.

"Fuck yeah," he said after a long silence, his tone sounded sated but also pleased.

"I second that," I smiled out at the fence.

"Alright, gotta deal with this condom," he said, carefully slipping out of me, pulling his boxer briefs and pants back into place then walking across the field to his cars where there was a garbage. I reached down, pulling my panties up then unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans so I could pull them back up. By the time I was finished, Repo was back, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him.

I looked around a little frantically, worried about being seen, as I was led around the side of the compound to the fire escape. Only then was my hand released and only because we needed both of our hands to climb the narrow stairs.

"What are we doing?" I asked as I followed him to stand on the roof.

"Your job. Without all the unnecessary walking," he said casually, moving to the center of the roof where there were actually milk crates set up to sit on.

"Did you guys sit around and laugh while watching us walk the grounds during the disgustingly hot or rainy days?" I asked, lowering my eyes at him and he looked sheepish.

"Maybe a little."

"Oh, you fucks," I laughed, shaking my head as I moved to sit down on the crate across from him. As soon as my ass hit it, however, he reached across, grabbed the crate, and slid it directly in front of him. His legs went out wide at my sides, his hands landing on my knees. His eyes were intense as he watched my face, so penetrating that I had to resist the urge to squirm. "What?" I asked when I couldn't take it anymore.

"We haven't finished our talk."

"Oh, come on, Repo. We don't..."

"Jesus fuck, since when is it the dude who has to try to force the chick to have 'the talk'?" he asked, rolling his eyes a little and giving me that boyish smile I was really beginning to like seeing. "Look, I'll keep this simple. I know you're going to hate me for a while and resent me or whatever. But regardless of all that, I plan on convincing your stubborn ass that it was just work, nothing personal. Because personally, I'd like to have you here within arms-reach at all times so I can fuck you any time the mood strikes."

"That... wow... that was so romantic," I teased though inside, my belly was doing the flip-flop thing again.

"Figured flowers and candy and poems weren't your thing. Thought you'd prefer some honest-to-God truth instead."

He was right. After so much deceit and uncertainty in my life, I really appreciated someone just laying it on the line for me, even if it wasn't particularly pretty.

And with that, I felt the flip-flop sensation get replaced with a big, hard, ugly pit of guilt in my stomach. He was being brutally honest and I was being anything but.