I lick her pussy over her lacy panties, loving the way she bucks and her head hits the wall behind her. Reaching up, I pull down the cups of her bra to expose her tits to me. At first, I tease her with a tonguing all over her pussy. She squirms and fidgets, clearly needing more.
“I need you,” she breathes.
“Not yet.” I smirk at her and then nip at her pussy. “Soon.”
Lifting her ass with my palms, I maneuver her as I eat her pussy in a teasing way. It would be easier to rip her panties off, but I love that she wants to be penetrated. A sheer piece of fabric keeps my tongue at a safe distance. Her frustration is evident by the ways she wriggles.
I easily bring her to orgasm with just a few urgent strokes of my tongue over her clit. The beautiful girl shudders, shamelessly moaning my name. Once she’s good and sated, I rise to my feet and pat her on the top of her head.
“Good girl,” I say with a smirk. “I’m sure the whole store heard how fantastic I am with my tongue.”
She groans and starts slinging on clothes, flustered over our act. I’m grinning as I exit the dressing room. One of the women stands by awkwardly, her face painted purple with embarrassment.
“A nice tip for your silence about what you think you heard,” I say to the woman in a no-nonsense tone.
“Hear what?” she asks, smiling. “Candace will take your card up front.”
I leave her be and make my way over to Candace. She swipes my card, and I scribble down a generous tip for the both of them. My phone rings. I groan to see it’s Perry.
“Have her meet me outside,” I say, tipping my head. “I need to take a call.” I answer the call. “What, little brother?”
“Love you too, Winny. You got a second?”
“Depends on what for.”
“Something you really want to hear.”
“Then I have all the time in the world for you, Perry. Speak and tell me who the Constantines are destroying today.”
He laughs which means I’m right. “I’ve dug up some dirt on the buildings around the Baldridge Plaza building.”
News on my plan to fuck over the Morellis. Wonderful. A fantastic addition to an incredible day.
From behind the fence, I watch the Pembroke Preparatory School lacrosse players practicing. I revel in the taste of victory even though I’m not the one on the field. When you have brains, you don’t have much need for sports. The terrible fucking triplets don’t have a half a brain between the three of them. If they did, they wouldn’t have fucked with Ash.
I’m not sure what their obsession is with her, but it goes beyond being normal overprotective brothers. They’re possessive over something that belongs to me.
Big fucking mistake.
Sparrow and Sully aren’t the worst of the three. Since that day I had to rescue her from them in the restaurant bathroom, I’ve had Deborah dig up all she can on them.
Scout is the ringleader.
Monster in charge.
The one who I’ll enjoy ruining the most.
As though he senses his name inside my head, he trots to a stop on the field, his eyes squinting as he scans the parking lot past the fence. I know it’s Scout, because he’s the only one of the three who looks like a serial killer in the making.
I tip my head at him, smirking.
Got you, motherfucker.
When he realizes he’s not going to Harvard, no matter how much money his mommy throws at the institution, he’ll remember this moment. He’ll remember me. It’ll be absolutely clear who did that to him.
Based on the psychopathic expression on his face, he’ll try and retaliate once he realizes the damage I’ve inflicted. He’ll come after me this time as he should. Man to man. I’ll be ready for him, too. If I have to shred every part of his life to make a goddamn point, I will. I can already tell this fucker is going to test me.
Bring it on, kid.
20
Ash
I’m in too deep. After Winston and I left the dress shop a week and a half ago, we’ve fallen into a depraved pattern. One that sinks lower and deeper each day. So low, I’m not sure I’ll ever dig myself out. I’m not sure I even want to.
It’s not about the money anymore.
I have more than enough for my first year of college. Just over a hundred grand thanks to Winston. It was hard, strange work on my part, but I earned every dirty dime.
Now, it’s about him.
About us.
It’s messy and complicated. He enjoys filming his wicked acts. I like watching them when he’s busy with a client or asleep. Just like he predicted, I get myself off watching them. It’s incredibly erotic hearing my moans as he says degrading crap to me and makes me try new toys.