Cherry Pie

And of course, it’s the perfect time for my cellphone to ring. I silence it with a quick hand into my pocket, but when it goes off a second, and then a third time instantly, I mutter as I pull away from her. I glance at the phone, and my eyes narrow.

Javier.

“Shit,” I mutter, glancing at Kendall. “I actually need—”

“Take it,” she purrs, mischief in her eyes and a teasing, hungry grin on her lips. Her hand stays right where it is.

I kiss her once again before I unlock my phone and bring it to my ear.

“Hey man. You got something for me?”

“Yeah, Marshall. I’ve got a lot for you.”

I’m opening my mouth to say something else, when I suddenly feel Kendall’s fingers tugging my zipper down. I groan, and when she suddenly drops to her knees in front of me, my cock instantly swells to full thickness.

“Yeah, uh, what, uh…”

Kendall’s small hands tug my jeans open, pulling them and my boxers down enough to let my cock spring free. She coos quietly, licking her lips and wrapping a hand around my shaft before she leans closer.

“Lay it on me, Javi—fuck.”

Kendall’s hot little mouth engulfs the swollen head of my cock, her pouty lips wrapped tight around me and her tongue dancing across the slit at the tip. I grab one of the pantry shelves with one hand, my grip like iron as I bite back the moans while Kendall does her best to swallow my cock whole.

“Marshall, you good man?”

“Yeah,” I grunt out, nodding. “Yeah, I’m fine. Did you find anything out?”

My eyes roll back as Kendall’s sweet little mouth bobs up and down my length, wetly and loudly slurping on me as she jerks my cock with both hands.

“Found the account the money from the escrow went to.”

“And?”

Javier pauses, which is a good thing, because it’s at that moment that Kendall decides to try to teach herself to deep throat and swallows half my cock into the back of her mouth. My jaw drops, pulse roaring as my balls swell with cum.

“The money didn’t go to the account the girl supplied, Marshall.”

I freeze. And suddenly, there’s a coldness that creeps over me. I glance down, regretfully pulling Kendall away from me. She looks crestfallen for a second, but I shake my head as I pull her up and into me, wrapping an arm around her.

“Talk to me, Javier.”

“It went to an offshore account in Aruba.”

I already know what’s coming next before he says it, and my blood starts to boil as the rage seeps over me.

“It’s Bobby Vecchio’s account, Marshall.”

Rage hits me like a punch to the gut, and my face contorts in fury as his words settle over me. I can feel Kendall’s hands clutching at me tighter, and when I glance down and see the worry on her face, mine hardens.

I mutter something about calling him back to Javier before I hang up.

“What’s wrong?” Kendall whispers, her brow furrowed, her lips worrying.

I groan as I tuck my cock back into my jeans and zip up. Part of me wants to say “nothing,” and shield her from this. But then, she needs to know. She deserves to know.

“The man who contacted you about being in that auction…”

Kendall’s eyes go wide. We’ve never discussed how she got on the site in the first place.

“Did he give you a name?”

She frowns, looking down and chewing at her lip.

“Yeah. Bobby… Bobby something.” She owns. “Vincent, or Vexer… I think it was something Italian.”

“Vecchio.”

Her brows shoot up, her face paling as she looks into my eyes.

“Marshall, how on earth do you—”

“Because I made it my job to find out how a girl like you ends up at an auction like that.”

She blushes, looking down. “Marshall, I was desp—”

“I’m not judging you, baby girl,” I groan, pulling her into me and kissing her slow and tenderly. “It just…”

“It’s a little outside the norm.”

I nod, and Kendall smiles.

“Well, it brought me to you, so it wasn’t a totally terrible idea.”

She beams at me and moves in to kiss me, but I stop her quietly with a shake of my head. Kendall frowns worriedly.

“Marshall, what is—”

“The money,” I growl quietly. “Your money. The money that was held in escrow after the auction, that was supposed to be transferred to your account?”

I sigh and shake my head.

“The money is gone, Kendall. Stolen, actually.”

She blinks. “Oh my God, Marshall—”

“Look, I’m going to make sure you get it, angel. I told you, I’m paying for your college, and that money is yours no matter—”

“Marshall, I don’t care about the money,” she says quietly, reaching up to touch my cheek with her hand. “I’m more concerned that someone stole your money!”

My jaw tightens. “It’s more than that. Kendall, you weren’t contacted by accident.”

She frowns. “What?”

“The man who got in contact with you wasn’t just randomly finding girls. He targeted you specifically, because he knew you had money issues and he knew how to make the deal sound good to you.”