Several states away, my handler is laughing at me. Because letting Rowan go is exactly what I did and it’s a damn idiotic move. The moment I slipped into that room with my stolen keycard and saw Rowan uselessly fighting to get away from that man’s knife, the nutty Bible thumper was already dead.
The fear on Rowan’s face, and the fight in him, captivated me. His heaving chest and eyes the size of dinner plates. I couldn’t look away.
And at that moment, I didn’t want him to die. I don’t know what that means exactly. Ray always said I was too emotional for this line of work. I’ve always told him to go fuck himself.
And I hate that he might be right.
Right now I’m pissed as hell about the way this job’s gone sideways. I meant what I said before. This situation is a mess now. And I can’t stand mess.
My frustration has me jerking him harder. Faster. If I’m expecting him to complain or pull away, I’m mistaken. He moans louder. Thrusts harder. The wet cheeks of his ass flex with every movement, hugging my hard dick with every stroke. Teasing it. Teasing me.
One hand reaches back to grip my ass, pulling me closer while the other hand slaps the shower tile like it insulted his mother.
“I just wanted to—mmmph!”
I’m rubbing off on him harder, tightening my hold around his neck, thrusting with the singular purpose getting myself off, when a realization hits me.
What he was about to say. This isn’t a game; it’s a transaction.
He’s a whore. I saved his life. This is my payment.
The awareness burns through me. My body goes still, but I don’t notice I’ve stopped moving until Rowan’s moans turn into a needy whimper, and then a noise of confusion. Fuck this. Fuck all of it. No reason I can’t take him up on his offer, is there?
So many reasons, actually. This is dumb as hell.
Maybe this’ll make things cleaner. Clearer. He’s not a pretty face I went soft for at the wrong time. He’s a business arrangement.
“Fuck yes, you did,” I growl low against the back of his neck. “You wanted to thank me with your body. Because that’s what whores do, isn’t it?”
A better man wouldn’t get off on using that word, wouldn’t think it was hot as fuck the way he’s offering himself up to me aspayment, but I’m so twisted and depraved I can’t ignore the way it makes my blood surge. He thinks he owes me. He doesn’t, but I’m not above taking what he’s offering.
When his thrusts get sloppy and his cock swells in my hand, I ask him, “Where do you want my cum, baby?”
With a loud groan, he tips his head back, spilling into my hand. I’m not expecting it when seconds after the shudders of his release pass, he turns and drops to his knees and takes me into his mouth.
“Jesus.”
And boy, does he fucking go for it.
Hands gripping my ass, practically forcing me to fuck that deep, wet cavern behind his lips. I’m about to lose it.
My fingers tangle with his ginger hair. “Holy shit, I don’t know when I last had a blow job this good. What a perfectly soft mouth. You’re sucking me just right.”
“Mmm.” It’s a deep rumble that vibrates through my entire body. Pained, almost.
The noises he makes. I could come from those alone.
As much as I’d like to savor the moment, it’s only seconds more before I shoot, unloading in bursts that border on painful.
“Fuck,” I murmur. “God, that’s something else. It’s been too fucking long.”
I’m rewarded with something I suspect people don’t get to see too often. Rowan’s hooded eyes and secret smile after he swallows me down.
“It was good, then?”
His need for approval thrills the monster inside of me. It triggers something else too. Something that makes it a little hard to swallow.
Reaching down with my thumb, I swipe a stray drop of me off his bottom lip. “It was better than good. But.” I reach overto turn off the water. “We need to leave now. It’s too easy for someone else to find you here.”
