Pleasure Extraordinaire 2 (PURSUIT) (4 page)

He keeps his fingers under my chin and slowly runs his thumb right below my lower
lip, meanwhile casting his beautiful, blue eyes into the abyss of my soul. “I didn’t
do it. I had no reason to. Well, I won’t deny the fact that I felt jealous of him
for securing a rendezvous with you, but I’d never put his life in danger for anything.
If I felt it’d be wrong for him to be with you, I’d simply cancel his request, and
that’d be the end of the arrangement.”

He was feeling jealous of Zane? That’s news to me. I reach for his hand holding my
chin to stop him from causing goose bumps on my skin. Taking advantage of the situation,
he laces his fingers through mine and rests my hand on his chest for a brief moment
before placing it back on his shoulder.

“I want to believe you,” I confess. “I really do, but then if you didn’t type the
coconut thing on the database, who did? Zane? It doesn’t make any sense.”

“I hired someone to look into it and to see if it was someone among my employees.
No one knew about Zane’s allergy to coconut because he hadn’t mentioned anything about
it on his profile. Even I had no idea he had such a rare allergy, as ridiculous as
it may sound. So, this leaves only Zane or an outsider as the suspect. You’re right
on one point, though. Zane trying to kill himself doesn’t make sense.”

“I don’t know.” I actually do, and I think I believe him. Accepting his argument is
easier on my heart, I admit.

“Zane hasn’t sued me for the trouble, which he had every right to do, but you’re the
one challenging me. What is it with you?”

“I hate liars. I don’t lie myself, and I expect the same courtesy from others, and
when I don’t receive the same treatment, I get upset. And... and let’s not forget
the fact that you took advantage of me.”

“I guess an apology is due for what I did to you but, to my defense, either I’d do
that or I’d sign up as an escort, something I’ve never done before, to deal with my
desire for you.” His gaze changes from apologetic to scorching in a matter of seconds,
and I find all my guards against him are being disarmed one by one with the temping
words his eyes are conveying, without him having to open his mouth.

He digs his fingers on my hips as if to remind me where they were on Saturday afternoon.
Deep inside me, thrusting and stroking. Just where I want them to be now.

L
indsay isn’t a beauty in the classical sense. She’s short; her body isn’t slim or
athletic. Her lips are disproportional; the upper one is thicker than the lower one.
And, the worst of it all, she’s a natural frowner. Her eyebrows are knitted closely
in their natural manner, making her look upset most of the time, even though she may
not be so in reality.

My first reaction to her before we exchanged words was fear. She looks like she can
finish you with just one move. And, the fact that she actually killed someone with
no less than a slap is simply frightening.

I saw the video of how she killed that woman. It wasn’t your usual slap that makes
noise and maybe hurts a little but leaves no residual effect. Lindsay’s slap shoved
Macey Williams from one side to the other of a five-hundred-square-foot room. If the
hook hadn’t been there, the severe way she crashed into the wall due to the impact
of the slap would have caused her to have some serious brain damage.

That’s why, whoever came up with Iron Slap as an alias for her is genius for rightly
terming what Lindsay is. She’s iron through and through, hard to break, even harder
to defeat. Like someone you can trust during hardships and obstacles. You can be sure
she’ll try her darndest to protect you and stand by you without thinking for a second
to analyze the downsides.

Funny, how her personality occupies my mind more than the feel of her moist vagina
around my finger, or her ferocious tongue rubbing my skin. Don’t get me wrong, I think
about those, too. More often than I should. The way she appears so virginal in her
normal state, as if she hasn’t heard of the word sex in her life, then with a simple
touch transforms into a wild panther, vicious and ready to take whatever she wants.

Damn me if watching her get off after I rubbed her with coconut oil, then having her
attack my cock weren’t the sexiest moments of my life. Even days after the event,
all I can think about when I remember her lips is how they rounded my cock and sucked
me ruthlessly. That’s saying a lot for a man like me who has seen literally everything
related to sex.

I can easily picture a life where she’s using me ruthlessly for her sexual pleasure
every day for the rest of my life and that, in itself, is frightening, because no
woman before has aroused that feeling in me.

She’s frowning again, her eyebrows two thin flat lines above her fearless eyes. A
shiver crosses my torso when those eyes land on me, as if evaluating me for my strength,
teasing me for my weaknesses.

I swallow and mirror her face so she can’t see through the wall I build around my
fragile core, one that has been shattered one too many times over the years. I don’t
hear the music anymore; my ears have turned deaf to anything except for her voice
and her irregular breathing.

“Why did you charge me for two escorts? You had no reason to.” Her voice is commanding,
just like her entire demeanor. She can rule an army, and no soldier will have the
balls to disobey her commands.

“I didn’t want you to violate the contract you signed with Michael. What happened
between us without me billing you for an extra escort would automatically qualify
as a breach of contract, even if it had stayed as a secret between you and me. The
last thing I want is for you to have problems due to the pleasure you receive at PE.”
I make sure to stress pleasure, because I love catching her by surprise, giving her
no chance to restrain her emotions from flooding her face and her expression revealing
all the passion and desire that must be erupting inside her. That’s exactly what is
happening right now. Her cheeks are glowing with a kissable touch of pink, reminding
me of the moments I had her exposed. I dare smile.

The panther has awakened. Again.

My cock stirs beneath my pants. My heart throbs frantically as I remember her lips
taut around my shaft, her tongue mercilessly licking my desires awake. She avenged
me for the two minimal minutes I got to enjoy her pussy by playing with me as if I
was a teenage virgin, trying to control my cum, ridiculing my masculinity with fingering
me in my asshole. I fear if I dare cross the line again, her next sanction won’t be
so mild.

She shakes her head. Despite the clear blushing of her face, she won’t give up, and
I’m not surprised in the least. “Still, it doesn’t justify the amount you charged.
That much money for pleasure that you received?”

I’d have given her the full satisfaction if she hadn’t yanked my hand away right before
she could come. Despite that, I can’t complain for the view of her fucking herself
with her fingers and breaking apart uncontrollably, as if it was her first orgasm
ever. That sight of her will very likely never abandon my thoughts till it’s replaced
by a more stunning scene. Although I highly doubt the possibility of it, Lindsay continues
rendering me stunned each time I meet her and will most likely provide me with a better
spectacle that’ll leave me gaping and drooling. I can only hope that opportunity will
present itself very soon.

I’m not a man who leaves anything to chance, including an erotic diversion with a
babe like Lindsay. “I strive for the best customer satisfaction, and I not only apologize
for the inconvenience, but also would like to offer you a one-time promotion to gain
back your loyalty as a customer.”

Shooting me a smug look, she slides her hand ever so slowly from the top of my shoulders
down to my biceps, spreading her fingers widely around my arms, as if measuring their
girth. “Let’s hear it.”

“Have you ever had a chance to enjoy a threesome?” When her eyebrows knit further
together, I add, “with two men?” I can see she’s not into sharing. So panther of her.

She shakes her head. Her eyes grow large with expectation.

“Next time you pay a visit to PE, you’ll receive a complimentary second escort with
no additional costs. And, just to make the offer irresistible, you’ll be able to choose
whomever you want, including the most expensive man I employ, for free.”

She blushes, raises her eyebrows, locks her eyes on mine intently, then drops them
down on my chest, and I have a clue what’s going through her mind.

“Yes, you may choose me as well, if you desire so,” I say to answer her unvoiced question.

“Don’t get your hopes high. I don’t sleep with brothers,” she says and releases her
hands from my arms, removing her body from my hold. When I try to figure out why,
I realize the band is announcing to take a break, ending the few minutes of intimacy
I’ve enjoyed with Lindsay.

I glance down at her, not yet done with our talk. “What you had with Zane barely counts
as sex. He went into a coma before he could do anything with you.”

“Hasn’t he told you? He came over to my apartment later that afternoon to complete
his task.”

That scumbag. “I wasn’t informed about that.”

“Well, now you know.” With that, she spins around and heads toward the table where
her sister sits. Zane has to ruin everything for me again. If it wasn’t for him, Lindsay
would choose me as the complimentary escort without a second thought. Now, however,
I have to accept the defeat and let her play with whomever she wants over at PE. As
much as I desire her to receive the highest of the pleasures, I have to admit, I wish
it was me who could give it to her.

Keeping a straight face, I work up the courage to settle at the table beside Chloe
and nod at Dylan. He seems unusually calm for a man who’ll soon tie the knot. Honestly,
I don’t understand why he’s hurrying to marry at the age of twenty four, let alone
my sister. He should have waited for another ten years, at least, to make sure Chloe
is the right one for him.

Actually, only a month should be enough to see she’s no match for any man, thanks
to Michael’s ever-insistent presence in her life. If Dylan hasn’t realized that during
the one year they’ve been together, he deserves a lifelong sentence with Michael.
It’s not like he’ll have a choice to divorce either. Whoever enters the Hawkins clan
is in it for a lifetime.

Zane sends me an irritating ‘I’ve got what you couldn’t,’ sneer, and I clench my fists
under the table, wanting to punch that look away. How did he know Lindsay’s alias?
If I’d known it soon enough, I’d have tried to prevent their union. To top everything
off, he had to finish it off by going to her place without prior notice. I’ll have
to put an end to his headstrong attitude, though I’m afraid His Majesty, Michael,
will have a say on whatever I do too, and I’ll wind up overlooking Zane’s mistakes
once again.

Zane’s girlfriend’s arms are around him like a snake, never leaving him for a second,
but he doesn’t give a damn and instead shoots rotten glances at Lindsay. He had her
already; why does he bother to go after her again?

Oh, wait. I know the answer. To bother me. I have to keep my face straight not to
give him further incentive to pursue Lindsay, but goddamnit if it was possible. He
knows how to push my buttons and won’t stop until I get into a fight with him. Which
will give him the upper hand and a reason to complain to his daddy about my violence.

I signal to a server for more champagne, and she fills my glass with a hesitant move,
glancing up at me with a shy smile and blushes when I thank her. Now that’s a beauty
with her delicate features, fit body, long legs, wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes,
and perfect skin. If it was any other day, I’d led her toward the restroom and have
my way with her, but today, her beauty doesn’t even cause a twitch of my cock.

Despite my disinterest, I wink at her, reciprocating her gorgeous smile, knowing Zane
will be observing me. As a child, he always wanted what I wanted, and as an adult
he’s no different. As expected, he motions with a finger toward his own glass, though
it’s half full, and compliments the girl’s eyes.

Zane’s date keeps her arms locked around his; perhaps harder this time while he’s
flirting with the server, as the server fills up Zane’s glass, and then his date’s
glass with shaky hands. Before she leaves, Zane slips a business card into the pocket
of her shirt over her chest and stares after her at her ass. What a jackass, but at
least he’s stopped eye-fucking Lindsay.

Or not?

Grabbing the hands of his date to get himself free of her hold, he stands, pushing
the chair behind, and walks toward Lindsay’s table.

I barely hear Chloe’s words through my infuriated heartbeats. “You didn’t come to
Mom’s anniversary,” Chloe states with a worried tone in her voice.

“I went to visit her grave in the morning, but something urgent came up in the evening.
I called Michael, though. He said it was okay.”