Blaze (The Stark Affair Book 3) (5 page)

I'm
dirty too, mister.

I
press on his entrance, feeling the thick man ridges wrap around my finger as I
swirl my tongue in long strokes all the way from his balls to the top of his
cock.

I
catch him looking down at me. I give him my patented bad girl look as I take
one of his balls into my mouth as my finger presses up all the way into his
ass.

Some
guys aren't up for this, but Colton Stark is a bad boy to the extreme. I move
my finger back and forth in his ass as I return to sucking his head.

My
jaw has adapted somewhat. This time I'm providing better suction as my teeth
bite into my lips.

"Oh
God!" he shouts, my finger moving faster in his ass.

I'm
actually able to turn up the suction and feel his head tapping the back of my
throat... without gagging. Maybe I won't have to practice after all. Like
riding a bike.

His
hips buck, telling me he's getting ready to spew.

I
prepare myself, imagining the hot white cum pouring down my throat.

Yes!
I so want it. I so want his silky man juice swirling around my teeth. I want
buckets of it!

I
suck harder.

"Fuck!"
he shouts as he launches a river into my mouth.

Can't
help it. I gag and cough. Some of it goes up my windpipe. I pull my finger out
of his ass and pull back, wheezing. A huge gob of cum falls from my mouth onto
the tiny deck of the boat. Damn, I'm missing that!

More
of it is ejaculating as I'm trying to get control of my breathing.

So
aggravating. It's going to waste.

I
decide to finish him with my hand. Don't want to let my fuckup ruin his orgasm.

He
keeps coming, shooting wads out onto his stomach.

Oh,
fuck. Whatever. I can't help myself. I dive my tongue down and try to lap up as
much of the exquisite white stuff as I can, even though I'm practically dying
here. I cough, stopping and breathing.

He's
finally stopped coming.

Which
is probably a good thing because I have cum raining off of me.

I
look up at him as I cough.

"You
all right?" he says with a laugh.

"I'm
fine," I say with another cough. "A little embarrassed. I bet your
usual party-girly-girls don't have this problem."

He
leans forward and kisses me lightly on my lips.

"I'm
so happy you're not one of them."

Then
he kisses me passionately and we fall backwards looking up at the stars.

Chapter
7

Sofia

It’s morning and I’m in
Colton Stark’s bed.

Funny,
I knew when I rang his doorbell in my silly Forever 21 dress last night that I
would end up here. He bristles, but holds me tighter and strokes my hair.

He’s
looking at me, strumming his fingers on my shoulder.

We’re
staring into each other’s eyes.

God,
this is too good.

“So,
go ahead,” he says, “you were saying.”

“Saying
what?”

“That
I’m no criminal.”

Wow,
so much has happened since I made that statement about twelve hours ago.

“What
made you say that?” he says.

“I
know criminals. You’re not one of them.”

“Go
on, Detective Sergeant Martinez-
Vallejos
from
Wynwood
.”

I
look up into his eyes.

He
smiles. “What? You think I wouldn’t research the cop who’s investigating me?”

“Oh
yeah? What have you learned about me?”

“Well,
you have some profanity issues. Which I personally find endearing. You’ve been
on the force for seven years since graduating high school. Excellent
reputation, having been promoted to OCS.”

I
sit up on my elbow and stroke his chest with my right hand. “Anything else, Mr.
Playboy Billionaire?”

“The
rest is purely observation. Quick-tempered, suspicious, stubborn, tough, and
some trust issues.”

I
break eye contact, looking out at the clear blue sky through his window behind
him.

“Trust
issues? What makes you say that?”

“Because
there’s a wall surrounding you. I’ve penetrated your body in the gym, on my
boat, and in my bed. But I can’t seem to get into that head. You don’t talk
much.”

I
turn onto my back and look up at the ceiling, putting my arm behind my head.
“No, I don’t.”

“What
you may not realize is we’re much the same. I don’t trust most people either.
They lie, tell me what I want to hear, kiss my ass, deceive me, and use my name
in a very bad way.”

“Stark.”

He
frowns and bites his lip. “Yeah, Stark.”

I look
hard into his eyes. “Who’s using your name in a very bad way?”

“I’ve
already told you. Jasper
van
der
Voort
.”

“You
really hate him, don’t you?”

“Almost
as much as my father.” He laughs. “And on top of that, he’s a real sick fuck. I
recently learned some very bad things about him. But every day, I do something
very bad
to
him.”

“What?”

He
grins and leaps up off the bed. He goes to his wardrobe and takes out a laptop,
plops onto the bed with it, and fires it up.

“Watch,”
he says as he taps some keys.
A series of eight narrow
windows open up.
Each one looks like a bank account. “These are Stark
Worldwide accounts. I tap this key, and
boom!
Look at all the money move around.”

“So let
me get this straight... what you’re doing right now is showing the undercover
police officer who’s investigating you how you commit your crime of stealing
millions from your own company.”

“You
left something out. The police officer
who
I’ve fucked
hard without mercy.”

I
smile, lean forward, and kiss him. He softly bites my lower lip.

“So
what do you do with the money you steal?”

“I’m
not stealing it. It’s my company. It performs deeds in my good name. A thief is
a thief because he steals from others. I’m just taking money from accounts that
have my name, and by extension, my reputation all over them.”

“Your
reputation is important to you.”

“Yes
it is. I admit, what I do is underhanded and deceitful. But it’s my money. And
my hands are tied.”

He
gets up and walks around the bed, staring out the window.

“There’s
something else too,” he says. “I have a plan to take him down. And not just down,
but locked up permanently. It’s all on a flash drive.”

I
prop myself back up on the bed, looking at the back of his head and his strong
back muscles while listening intently.

“So
you weren’t joking about that?”

“No,
in fact I’m going to tell you something that I’ve never told anyone. Which
could be the end of me because you’re a cop.”

He
takes a deep breath and sits on the edge of the bed. He temples his hands and
stares at the floor.

“I’m
going to disappear,” he says. “Nobody will be able to find me. I have the
perfect escape all set up. Been working on it for two years. I call it my
Self-Detonation plan. Because once I plug that flash drive into a USB port,
boom! The whole world learns about what I’ve been doing, but more importantly
what Jasper van
der
Voort
and my father have been doing for years.”

“And
you’ll just be gone?”

“Gone.
Vanished. Just get in my Go-Fast boat and zip my way across the water. Never to
be seen again. It’s all set up.”

“But
you’re the great Colton Stark.
The smartest guy in the room.
Why can’t you just figure out a way on your own? Clear your name?”

“Well,
I actually have. The only problem is that the Department of Justice won’t look
kindly on what I’ve done. I’ll get prison time.
Which I
refuse to do because like I said on the boat, life is nothing but a series of
moments.
One moment spent in prison for taking money that’s rightfully
mine is one moment too many.”

“So
you’re going to run away? You?
Big tough guy?
Run
away?”

“It’s
not running away. It’s escape. Freedom.
Justice in exposing
an
uber
-criminal.
Jasper has been funneling
drugs and guns from South America for years. This will put a major dent in the
criminal underworld. It will take years for them to recover. Imagine being the
cop that blows this wide open. You’ll be a legend. The girl from
Wynwood
who took down Stark Worldwide.”

I
smile.

“See,
you’re thinking about it!”

“Where
is this flash drive?”

“Ha!
Like I’m going to tell you that.”

I
blink and shake my head, trying to wrap my head around all this. Funny, his
twisted logic makes sense.

But there has to be a better way!

“You
could cop a deal,” I say. “Roll on van
der
Voort
. Get immunity.”

He
looks at me with a frown. “Have you seen Jasper’s bodyguard Hector? He has
standing orders to kill me if anything bad happens to Jasper.”

“That
guy? He’s just an old thug that looks like a big piece of rock.”

“Look
him up in your database. You may be surprised. Even Max
Zanik
is scared of him.”

I
lean up on my shoulder. “How the fuck do you know Max
Zanik
?”

“Because
I’ve been exploring options.”

I
put my hand on his chest, stroking the tattoo with the eagle talons. “Okay, so
why tell me all this? Do you want me to slap cuffs on you?”

“Well
yes, but not until we get to know each other a little better.” He kisses me
while stroking my hand. “But the real reason I’m telling you, Detective
Sergeant Sofia Martinez-
Vallejos
... is because I
trust you. Do you trust me?”

I
sit up on the edge of the bed, facing away from him. I look out at the vast
collection of toy boats surrounding
DiLido
Island.

“I
have some... issues,” I say. “I lost my ability to trust most people because
there was someone I once trusted. And she died because I trusted her.”

“What
happened then?”

“I
lost it. I turned in my resignation,
it was accepted by my
commander
at the time, but then Lieutenant
LaTashia
Washington of the Organized Crime Section stepped in and saved me. I’ve known
her since I was a teenager. She got me into some ridiculous therapy and put me
on a six-week leave. I wasn’t going back.”

“Did
the therapy help?”

“No.
I had nothing else to do for the six weeks so I bought this yellow 1970
Chevelle
with black racing stripes that I had had my eye on
for a while and I restored it. Better than therapy by far.”

“So
what changed your mind? Why did you go back to the force?”

“Because
of
LaTashia
. And Mike.”

“Who’s
Mike?”

“My
patrol partner. He showed up one day while I was working on the car. Made this
big moving speech about duty and responsibility, how I’m the last person he
thought would ever quit or run away, and that he needed me.”

Colton
bristles at that.

“This
Mike, were you and he ever together?”

“Once,
only once, and it was a huge mistake. He’s married with kids. Oh God! We had
put this guy away and we had a little too much to drink and we made a mistake.
I made a mistake! God, can I be forgiven for one mistake? One fucking mistake!”

“Wow,
sounds like there’s still something there.”

“Not
on my part.”

“But
on his.”

I
nod.

“What’s
the second thing?” he says.

“Huh?”

“You
said there’s a second thing keeping you from arresting me.”

I
smile. “Well, there’s this guy.”

I
snuggle into him.

“Really?”
he says. “What guy?”

“A
guy I kind of like. Who is no criminal.
”

He
kisses me,
then
holds me for a while.

“But
there’s a missing piece,” I say. “He’s up to something. He steals all this
money in a good Robin-Hood kind of way, but I don’t know what he’s doing with
it. If only I knew, I think I might be able to have a ‘breakthrough’ like they
say and actually trust him.”

“You
want to know what he’s doing with the money he steals.”

“Yes.”

“Then
I guess it’s time he shows you.”

* *
*

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Burn:
The Stark Affair Book 4
, the thrilling conclusion... available December 3,
2014!

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