“Pimp.” He stilled, and Naiya looked up for more explanation, but the firm line of his jaw told her it wouldn’t be forthcoming.
“Oh.” She didn’t want to think about the pimp who had given Holt the clothes or the kind of women Holt would have encountered during that meeting. She didn’t want to think about his comments in the bar or how he knew the cost of a blowjob in Missoula. Just like she hadn’t wanted to think about why Maurice stopped coming to her place every night or why he suddenly thought his place was too small for them both to hang out or why he sometimes smelled of perfume. Willful blindness was sometimes a blessing in disguise.
“I saved a young girl who was walking the streets,” he said into the silence. “Took out her pimp, gave her some money, and sent her to find a cop I know here in Conundrum so he could take her to the Sinners for help.”
“More killing,” she said, heart sore.
“That’s the world I live in.” He cupped her jaw in his hand. “The pimp was a piece of shit who’d forced her into prostitution when he found her on the street. The world is a better place without him in it.”
Naiya sat back on her heels. “Did you … and the girl…?”
“No.”
She breathed out a relieved sigh. “It’s not like I was jealous or anything. It’s just a … safety concern.”
Holt chuckled. “You were jealous. You want me all to yourself.” He cupped the bulge in his jeans and gave it a squeeze. “I don’t blame you, darlin’.”
Naiya snorted in derision. “I see nothing is wrong with your ego.”
“Nothing is wrong with any part of me.” He lifted her hand to his fly. “But let’s test it out to make sure.”
Without hesitation, Naiya ripped open his jeans and eased his clothing over his hips. His cock, thick and hard, bounced gently in her direction. Holt’s hand found her head and he gripped her hard.
Sensing his need, she shoved his clothing down, pushing his jeans carefully over the bandages on his ankles, injured by the cuffs Viper had used to tether him on the wall.
“Now I have you naked and available for my pleasure,” she teased to hide her dismay at the damage Viper had done to his beautiful body. Scars, slashes, bruises, and cuts marred almost every inch of his skin.
“Endless pleasure coming your way. But we need a condom.” He left her on the bed and walked across the room to the dark, lacquered dining table near the window where he’d dumped one of the bags. Naiya took in his lean, muscular body, and his perfect ass. He was breathtaking now. How had he looked before Viper got his hands on him?
“Come over here, beautiful girl.” He ripped open the condom with his teeth and sheathed himself. “I got a need to see you laid out on this table so I can fuck you overlooking Conundrum.”
“Is that supposed to turn me on?” She slid off the bed and walked toward him, swallowing back all the small dissatisfactions with her body as he drank her in with his heated gaze.
“You’re already turned on. I can see your wet pussy from where I’m standing.”
Her cheeks flamed, and she scrambled to find something to say to cover her embarrassment. “Did you get the condoms from the pimp, too?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “They were in the bag of clothes Ally left for us. I thought you’d asked for them.”
“Me?” She stared at him aghast. “I wouldn’t assume…”
“Ally did.” He pulled her into his chest, his erection pressed hard against her stomach, his body hot against hers. Naiya ground her hips against him, and Holt groaned.
“Don’t think I can take much more, darlin’. I’ve been wanting you, seems like forever.” He slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her so his cock was poised at her entrance.
“Yes?”
There it was again. Asking. Not taking. What would he do if she said no? His cock was thick and hard, swollen with arousal. Was there a point at which a man could be pushed too far? When he wouldn’t be able to stop?
As if he could read her thoughts, he brushed his lips over her cheek. “Whatever you want. However long you want to take.”
Maybe another man wouldn’t be able to stop, but Holt was different. She trusted that he would, and that trust gave her the courage to go on. Gritting her teeth, she braced her arms on his shoulders and lowered herself down.
“Christ.” His hands tightened on her ass, the cords in his neck straining. “Oh Jesus. Fuck. Naiya, darlin’, you feel damn good.”
Not as good as the feeling of his thick, hard cock pushing through her swollen tissue. Her breath hitched, and she levered herself up, then eased back down. Up and down, with Holt’s hands firm around her, his eyes blazing with sensual passion.
Her clit throbbed, and she increased the pace. Holt’s biceps strained, and his hips rocked, meeting her rhythm, but it wasn’t enough. Not hard enough or deep enough. She wanted to feel his power, his passion. She wanted him to be in control.