Page 31 of His Forbidden Alliance

“You got this turned on from me fucking your mouth?”

“Yeah, that’s part of being a slut, right?”

He worked his hand furiously, gripping us so tightly I thought I might die from the pleasure. “Show me how much you need this. Show me how good I made you feel treating you like I own you.”

I cried out as heat raced through me. Cum shot from my cock, and his hand worked us even faster. I wanted to push it away. It was too much, the touch too harsh now, but then he was coming too.

I clung to him as he thrust his hips against me. When he was done, I looked down. We’d made a filthy mess. He slid his hand up and down our cocks one more time, then lifted it to my mouth.

“Clean me up,” he ordered.

I wrapped my hand around his wrist, holding him steady as I licked his palm, carefully cleaning him and loving the taste of our mingled cum.

He shuddered when I drew his thumb into my mouth, taking my time to suck on it, then on each of his fingers. When I swirled my tongue around his pinky, he tried to pull his hand away, but I wouldn’t let him. I held his wrist so tight he’d have to fucking break it to get free. I ran my tongue over the back of his hand before finally letting go. “All clean.”

“Damn, you’re something else.”

I looked away, suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity in his eyes. I lowered my feet to the ground, hoping my legs would hold me up. I could feel G giving me a slow once-over. “I need to see you naked. Your body is perfection.”

“Thank you. I’ve worked hard for it.”

We stared at each other for a moment, and then I couldn’t help myself. I started to laugh. He stared at me like I’d lost my mind, and then he started to laugh too. We both ended up seated on the floor, pants still open, looking like we’d both been thoroughly used.

“This can’t be real,” he said.

“No. No way did this just happen.” As my near hysterical laughter faded, panic started to settle in. I was fucking everything up. G was a government agent. “Oh my God, it’s G for G-man.”

He smiled. My mind was racing. I needed him gone. I need space to think. Was I willing to keep this going, or was I going to end things now? I had no idea what was right. “You should go, but if you’re serious about working with me, come to my office at noon tomorrow. I’ll decide then if I should kill you or work with you.”

13

ZACH

Was Rafe fucking serious?

He wanted me to walk out of there with no agreement, no further discussion about working together. For all I knew, if I turned up at his office tomorrow morning, he’d have his guards take me out. I definitely wouldn’t count on him welcoming me with open arms after having the rest of the night to think about all the reasons he shouldn’t work with me.

“No fucking way. I’m not leaving until we have a deal.”

“What kind of deal do you think you’ll get from me? Are you going to write up a contract for me to sign? Do you think I give those kinds of guarantees?”

“No. I want your word. I want to know where I stand. We’re both taking risks here. Neither of us can afford to fuck this up.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, I thought he was going to agree to talk. Then he shook his head. “Be there tomorrow. We’ll talk then.”

Was this some kind of test? Was he trying to see if I’d come back for more? “I think your cock would miss me.”

“I think you’re arrogant as fuck.”

“They say the same about you.”

“Takes one to know one and all that. Now, get out.”

I stuffed my cock back in my pants and zipped them up. Without looking at Rafe, I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door. I was furious, but yelling at him wasn’t going to help.

As I stepped onto the porch, I remembered that I’d gotten there by driving a stolen car that I’d parked illegally.

Fuck. The last thing I wanted to do was turn around and slink back inside. I could just take the car if it hadn’t been towed. I’d drop it off at the casino in the morning. What was he going to do about it? If he told his family I’d stolen it, he’d have to tell them about me. I doubted that wasn’t something he wanted to do any more than I wanted to tell Maria I’d asked him to work with me.