“Hold on to the back of the couch,” I instruct, and she does. I know she wants this. I can tell by the way she’s breathing heavily, by how soaking wet her pussy still is.
I grab the round globes of her ass and pull her into me, so my tongue can grind against her clit. She shudders, almost losing her balance. “Hold on tight,” I growl, darting my tongue against her again.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries, as I stick two fingers inside her wet heat again.
“That’s right,” I say, pumping my fingers. “Move your hips. Fuck my face, baby.”
She comes again, all over my tongue and my fingers, and it’s fucking beautiful. Afterwards, I slide back up through her legs, and she folds herself into my arms. We’re both exhausted. I glance at the radio clock on the wall. It’s not even midday yet.
“I’ve never been to New York,” she murmurs into my chest. I stroke her hair, that anxious, angry feeling in my chest returning as the post-sex euphoria slowly fades away. “Me either,” I reply, pressing my lips to the top of her head.
My phone rings, almost as if on cue. I search in my jeans pockets—I never even got to take them off—and locate my phone, dragging it out and looking at the screen.
Elliot. Fuck. I gotta answer this.
“Hey, man, what’s up?” I ask, clearing my throat.
“Did you find the place okay?” he asks. Juliette slides off my lap and starts picking up pieces of clothing, while I watch her ass with great interest.
“Yeah,” I say, more than a little distracted. “Hey, thanks for organizing it so quickly. What time did you say your cousin was due back?” How many hours do I have left to make Juliette come for me?
“Scarlett does a double shift today,” Elliot says. “She said she’d be back around six.”
I smile to myself. That’s almost a full day, trapped in this apartment together.
I can’t think of anything better. If we keep ourselves occupied, maybe, just maybe, I can drive my demons and hers away, at least until tomorrow.
NINE
SAL
“You told me to leave you here,” I say to Katya, tossing the spare length of rope on the floor.
“I thought you were going to get me Starbucks!” she screams, her face flush as the vibrator continues its magic. I make a mental note to check the brand of batteries powering that thing.
“Please, Sal,” Katya moans. “Please take it out. It won’t stop. I’ve been coming all morning and I can’t get it out.”
Now, normally that shit would get me harder than the steel my gun is made out of. But right now, I’m freaking the fuck out.
“Oh, now she’s coming,” Scarlett says, looking sulky as fuck tied to my chair. Hot as fuck, but sulky as fuck. I run my hand through my hair, my brother’s voice telling me to get a fucking haircut ringing in my ears as I hear my ringtone again.
Dun dun dundundundun dundundun …
About to lose my shit and shoot everyone in the room—and then myself—I rip the phone from my pants pocket and hit answer.
“What?!” I snap.
“Where the fuck have you been?!” Theo growls down the line, making me want to reach through the phone and punch him in the fucking face. Where have I been? Where has he been? He was meant to bag the bodyguard and then follow me to Kaitlin. The rational part of me knows he’s in his own world of trouble right now, but I have a bad habit of being defensive when he drills me. Which he does every goddamn day. Cut your hair, Sal. Turn this shitty music off, Sal. Change your ringtone, Sal. Shit. Maybe I should set the mopey bastard up with Scarlett. They could talk about their mutual hatred of my music choices while I bash their heads together.
Or maybe they can all just suck my dick, because I’m tired and hung over as fuck, and I’m pretty sure that smell is from Katya pissing in my bed.
“I’ve been busy,” I say calmly. The rage that burns inside my chest is punctuated by my brother’s heavy breathing, Scarlett’s insolent stare, Katya’s sexual pleadings and the moaning of two porn stars on the fifty-inch screen that hangs on my bedroom wall.
“Are you … screwing someone right now?” Theo asks, his voice rising with each word until he’s yelling. “Are you screwing Kaitlin right now?!”
I grind my teeth together as I raise my gun and shoot the fucking TV. It explodes in an impressive shower of sparks and glass. That’s gonna be a bitch for my cleaner to get out of the carpet.
“No,” I say. “I’m not.”
Katya starts moaning, tipping her head back as she widens her legs, her shaved pussy soaking wet as it contracts around the buzzing vibrator I jammed in there several hours ago.
“I’m coming again!” Katya moans, her breathing loud and uneven as her eyes roll back in her dumb head. She looks like she’s having more fun than me right now, though. My head feels like it’s gonna fucking explode, just like the TV screen.