Back in my car, I troll the streets a while. There are hookers everywhere but not the one I want. I end up pulling into a drive-through fast food place and eating a burger while leaning against the car. It doesn’t sit well with me, and by the time I’m out looking for Alina again, my anxiety is right back where it was at the beginning of the day.
I make three trips around the block before I see her. She wasn’t there a few minutes ago, but now she’s hanging out with the gum-smacking whore. I pull up and call over to her. Alina smiles as she drops into the passenger seat.
“Hello, Evan. I haven’t seen you for a while.”
Not for my lack of looking.
“Been busy,” I respond with a shrug.
The silence is comfortable as we head back to my apartment near the river. It’s unseasonably warm this evening, and the windows are down a bit. Alina closes her eyes against the wind, and there’s a hint of a smile on her lips.
She turns to me and starts to ask something about putting the radio on but stops. In my peripheral vision, I see her widen her eyes and close her mouth quickly. I glance down in the direction where she’s looking and turn my arm toward me so I can see the back of it. I notice some dark brown spots on my arm.
It’s blood.
I don’t know how I missed it. I thought I had wiped it all off. There’s nothing I can or will say, so I ignore her reaction and continue to drive. As soon as we reach our destination, I head for the shower, feeling uneasy and a bit idiotic. I should have washed off more carefully before going to find her.
Alina’s already in the bed when I finish. She’s noticeably tense as I slide in beside her but tries not to show it as she turns toward me and wraps her arm around my head. With no words spoken, I close my eyes and go to sleep.
In the morning, I wake up early. I can’t remember any dreams, but my muscles are still tense. I take another shower to try to relax, but it doesn’t help. I’m still aggravated when I walk back across the hall with a towel wrapped around my waist, dripping wet. Alina is standing beside the bed in her bra and panties, reaching down to strap on her shoes. Her back is toward me, and as she bends over, the clear view of her ass covered in black lace grabs my full attention.
I’m hard seconds later.
Maybe it’s the rush of a kill. Maybe it’s just seeing her bent over like that. Maybe it’s memories of Lia. It could even be that it’s just been a while, and I want to get off.
None of that seems right, but I can’t pinpoint my reaction either. I just want her.
Now.
Coming up behind Alina, I place my hands on her thighs. I run my fingers up to her hips and pull her up against me. She startles briefly, and I realize she didn’t hear me come back in the room. She recovers fast though. She stands, drops the skirt in her hand, and reaches up around my neck with one hand.
Grinding against her ass, I move my hands around to her stomach and then up to her breasts as I press my lips against the side of her neck. Her tits feel good in my hands—firm and soft, just the right size. She tilts her head to give me access to her throat as she closes her eyes. I press my lips against her neck for a moment, inhaling the lingering scent of lavender.
I spin her around so she’s facing me and push her up against the wall near the bed. I glance down, admiring her sleek build, and lick my lips. Staring into her eyes, I touch the side of her face with the tip of my finger, leaving a wet trail over her skin. I lean in slowly, then hesitate. I’m not even sure why. This woman has been paid to sleep with me for two nights now, and I haven’t touched her—not really. Not like this.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I shove the towel away from my hips and reach around to skillfully unclasp Alina’s bra. She drops her arms to allow it to fall to the ground as I shove her panties down to her ankles. She barely has time to kick them off before I’m lifting her from the floor and pressing her back against the wall.
I cover her mouth with mine, opening her lips and finding her tongue. She wraps her legs around my waist as I lift her a little higher. She
brings her hands to the back of my head and grips me hard. Turning my head, I devour her mouth again.
I hold her up with one arm as my other hand caresses her side, down to her hip, and then back up to her breast. I thumb her nipple as my mouth moves down to her throat. I lick the hollow there, and I can feel the thrumming of her heart. Her hands grasp my shoulders as she tilts her head back and moans.
I can’t wait any longer.
I press her body against the wall with my hips before I reach down and grab my cock. I run the head over her pussy lips a couple of times, but there is no doubt she’s ready to take me.
“Condom!”
“Fuck!” I release my cock and set her back on the floor. I pant hot breath and look at her through narrowed eyes. I run my hand through my hair and growl. “Get on the damn bed!”
Alina scurries into the middle of the mattress while I yank open the nightstand drawer and tear a condom from its wrapper. I feel as if I’m going to come before I even get inside of her, and I’m just barely controlling myself. I can hardly get the condom on because my hands are shaking so much. I’m on her half a second later, pressing her shoulders to the bed and shoving her legs apart with my knees.
I sink into her.
Immediately after I’m inside of her, I hold myself completely still. There’s an odd sensation of total darkness around me that has nothing to do with my closed eyes. It’s not a frightening or foreboding kind of darkness. It’s something different.