It just didn’t occur to me.
I wasn’t even sure why it bothered me, but I couldn’t get it out of my head. She was right about not fucking her before, of course, but she hadn’t mentioned the orgasms, and I hadn’t thought about it. Now I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I didn’t understand that, either.
So I rolled her onto her back and fingered her until she was screaming my name.
And then I did it again.
I took her in the ass once more, going slowly and making sure she was moaning in pleasure repeatedly before I took my own. Then later I had her suck me off in the shower, then took her back to bed and brought her to orgasm with my tongue. By the time we actually slept, we were both exhausted.
As soon as we woke up, I made breakfast and we started all over again.
After nearly two days of spending every minute either fucking or sleeping, I had to admit I was ready to go to work.
My target awaited his destiny.
All right, he wasn’t waiting for it, but I was ready. I had to be in Atlanta in the morning to start my new job as his security guard, and I planned on taking the earliest opportunity to end him and come back to my boss with the news.
I was packing light so I could get in and out quickly – just a backpack with two changes of clothes. I could have them laundered at the hotel. My plan was to be there only a day or two before I took him out, but I also had to plan for the worst. It was possible I was going to have to earn his trust before he let me that close.
I was hoping to earn his lust a little quicker.
Bridgett watched me pack.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Don’t ask.” I tossed a small toiletry bag into the front pocket of my backpack and zipped it up. A paperback novel I had been meaning to read went in on top of my clothes to occupy my head during the plane ride to the Atlanta airport.
“Why not?”
“Don’t ask that, either.”
“You suck as a conversationalist,” she said with a laugh.
“It’s a good thing you spend a lot of time with my cock in your mouth, then,” I quipped.
Silence.
The lack of question-barrage was so nice, I didn’t actually notice it right away. I threw a couple more things in the bag, zipped it up, hauled it up over my shoulder, and then started towards the bedroom door.
Bridgett followed slowly.
Odin sneezed, glared at me, and then ran behind one of the chairs in the living room. He knew when I was going on a longer-than-usual trip. I wasn’t sure how, but he always knew. I coaxed him out from behind the chair, leashed him, and then looked back at Bridgett.
She wasn’t actually crying, but her eyes were downcast and her shoulders slumped.
It hit me then why giving a whore an orgasm wasn’t necessarily a great idea, especially not this one. She was having a hard enough time remembering what our relationship was, and I had just provided her with quite the holiday weekend.
“What?” I asked. I was being rather gruff, but I also had this feeling she was getting in far too deep for anyone’s benefit.
If I had to really admit it – which I didn’t, so I wouldn’t – I probably liked her. I wasn’t in love with her or anything ridiculous like that, and I wasn’t about to take her on as my girlfriend instead of my whore, but there was something about her I found intriguing besides the warmth of her mouth on my cock.
She gave me something I needed in the form of comfort and sleep.
I didn’t like the idea of needing her for anything. I didn’t want to have to rely on anyone for anything. It just wasn’t a good idea in this business to spread yourself too thin in the loyalty department. I had already been tested when I had to investigate Jonathan for an alibi, and he was as close to being a friend as anyone I knew.
The fact was, I had only one person who held my loyalty, and that was because he paid me for it.
Handsomely.