Hitman's Desire: A Bad Boy Romance (4 page)

“
I
don’t know
about you, but I need a drink,” Ryker says.

“Sorry. On duty,” I say. “Besides, I don’t drink with criminals.”

“No. You just fuck them.”

I glare at him.

Ryker saunters to the minibar. He pulls open the door and scans the contents, taking an inventory. He grabs two small bottles of scotch, then pours them into a glass. He closes the fridge and takes a swig.

Ryker pics up the phone and dials room service. After a few rings, I hear a voice crackle on the other end of the line. “Bring up a bottle of your finest single malt scotch… That will be fine. … Yes, room 702. Thank you.” Ryker hangs up.

I shoot him a look of disbelief.

“What? You’re not paying for it.” He dials the concierge. “Yes, perhaps you can help me… I’m looking for some company. I have a very discerning taste. Yes, female… Preferably a redhead. Light eyes. Physically fit. But with curves.” His eyes taunt me. “Price is not a consideration. Room 702. …Excellent. I appreciate your discretion. Thank you.”

I stare at him slack-jawed. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“You don’t expect me to drink alone, do you?”

“Did you just order up a hooker?”

Ryker shrugs. “Yeah.”

“You can’t do that?”

“Why not?”

I roll my eyes.

“It’s a fancy hotel. There are at least three or four hookers in the bar right now. I mean,
companions
.” He grins.

“No. You are not ordering up a hooker.”

“Well, if you won’t play ball. I have needs, honey. I’ve been in the joint for two years.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“You don’t really expect the State to pay for your escapades, do you?”

“They can send me a bill.”

I huff. “Unbelievable.”

“Is that jealousy I detect?”

“No. I have standards. You’re filthy.”

“You were filthy last night.” His lascivious eyes fall over my body.

UGH. I hate him. Why am I tingling inside?

“Look, I’ll call and cancel if you want. I mean, at least I know what I’m getting with you.”

“You are insufferable.”

“Are you hungry?”

“No,” I lie again. I’m starving.

“I’m hungry. I need to fuel up for all the fucking I’m going to do.”

I shake my head in disbelief.

Ryker picks up a room service menu and starts thumbing through it. “Oh, the surf and turf looks good. You sure you don’t want to eat? It’s going to be a long night.”

I grit my teeth and stare at him.

“Are you always like this?” he asks. “I mean, you were a lot of fun last night. But this new you… I’m not digging it. With the way you got fucked last night, I’d think you’d be more relaxed today.”

I growl. That’s it. I’ve had enough of his bullshit. I impulsively grab a vase and hurl it across the room at him. He ducks. It shatters into pieces against the wall behind his head.

“See. Uptight.”

I hear the door click open, and Parker pokes his head inside. “Is everything okay in here?”

I clear my throat and try to compose myself. I smile bright. “Yes, everything’s fine. Our guest is rather clumsy and knocked something over.”

Parker looks skeptical.

“Really. I’m fine.” I’m seething.

Parker’s confused, but he gets the hint I want him to butt out. “Okay,” he stammers. Then he backs up and pulls the door shut.

“There’s no unauthorized visitors allowed. So you better call down and cancel your little companion.”

“Definitely jealous.”

“I mean it, Ryker.”

“You know, you’re really cute when you’re pissed off.”

“Make the call.”

“Okay, okay.” Ryker dials the concierge. “Hi, Ryker in 702. Listen, change of plans. I’ve made other arrangements for the evening. Thank you for your troubles. Go ahead and put a $100 tip for yourself on the room tab. Thank you… You have a good night as well.”

I try to stifle a grin.

Ryker turns to me with a smile. “Happy now?”

“Let’s just say I’m not as pissed off as I was.”

“See. Jealous.” He steps close to me and hands me the menu.

I glare at him. But I might as well get a good meal. No telling how long this assignment is going to last. I cringe at the thought of spending everyday with this jerk for the next month. I start thumbing through the menu.

“I’m going to take a shower while you decide what you want.”

“It’s not going to help,” I say. “Your kind of dirty just doesn’t wash off.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He slips out of his jacket and tosses it on the couch. Then he peels his shirt off. His carved pecks flex. His powerful biceps contract and extend. His dragon tattoo dances. It breathes fire and I feel the heat right between my legs. My gaze locks on his abs as his hands glide down to his waistline.

His blue eyes penetrate me as he unbuckles his pants. I feel like I’m drooling. His strong fingers glide his zipper down, and he shimmies out of his pants and underwear in one motion. His enormous cock swings free.

I gulp in awe.

The fabric of his slacks falls past his thick, carved thighs and sculpted calves. They pool around his ankles. He kicks off his shoes and steps out of his trousers.

My heart is pounding. I start to sweat again. Every orgasmic moment of last night rushes through my mind. My pulse quickens and my core tingles with delight. My mouth waters and my cotton panties are already moist. My pussy clenches involuntarily with anticipation. It knows what I want, even though my mind knows better.

He’s already starting to get hard. “Want to join me?”

“Uh… No,” I say, trying to pull myself out of my trance.

Then the asshole starts stroking himself. What the fuck does he think he’s doing? My mouth is agape as I watch his length grow in his hand. Within seconds, it’s at full power.

He’s got that devious glint in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” I stammer. I’m not positive at all. I feel my will collapsing.

He presses against me. I feel his hot breath on my neck, and his firm cock digs into my pelvis. The sensation sends a shiver through my body. Ryker nuzzles my neck, and his satin tongue traces my smooth skin. He finds my ear and nibbles on it. The hairs on the back of my neck stand tall. Goosebumps rise on my skin like mountain peaks.

Ryker takes my hand and places it on his massive length. I feel a tingle in my clit the instant I touch his cock. I instinctually stroke it up and down. What the hell am I doing?

His lips crash into mine. Our tongues intertwine. My core is throbbing. He unsnaps my pants and slips his thick fingers into my waistband. They snake their way down, diving under the elastic of my panties—slithering over my soft mound, until the tip of his finger finds my clit. It’s electric. A thrill runs through my entire body. He expertly rubs and circles it. Then his finger slides down farther, parting my lips. He finds my slickness and slides a finger inside of me.

I’m quivering and breathing heavy. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

His fingers work their magic. My hips are writhing. He takes his magic finger away just long enough to pull my pants down over my hips, taking my panties with them. I wiggle out of them, and they bunch up at my ankles. I slip off my shoes and step out of my pants. The instant I do, Ryker pushes me back onto the couch.

His hungry eyes devour me as I lie back with my legs spread. He dives into my inner thigh, licking and sucking his way up to my core. I feel his hot breath hovering over me. Then his warm tongue slides onto my clit and I almost explode. He expertly flicks and sucks my nub until I’m on the brink. My body bucks and convulses.

His velvety tongue parts my lips and fills my opening. I clench down hard and squeeze my thighs in orgasmic ecstasy. I have to cup my hand over my mouth to silence my cries of pleasure.

Cole never did this to me.

I can’t even think straight anymore. I fucked him all night last night. Dreamed about him as I slept. Burned for him all day long. And now I have him again, right where I want him. Right where he belongs. Between my thighs.

I must be losing my mind. Parker could walk in on us at any minute. And for some reason, the thrill of getting caught excites me even more.

H
er pussy tastes
so fucking good. I love to watch her react. She makes the most beautiful sounds. It’s like a symphony when she comes. She’s a classic work of art. Her creamy skin is heavenly.

I’ve got to admit, I’m a hit it and quit it type of guy. But something about the chick has got me all worked up. I’m even more excited to be with her now than last night. That never happens for me. Two times, max. Three, I start getting bored. There usually isn’t a fourth hook up for me.

I honestly didn’t think I’d ever see her again. I purposely didn’t get her number. I don’t need attachments. The last thing I need is some girl falling in love with me. I don’t want to be obligated to anyone. Most girls want to cling on to me. I’m not capable of getting attached myself. But hey, nothing wrong with going back for seconds. I’m just not going to make this a regular thing. But I’m stuck in this hotel room for God knows how long, might as well take advantage of the amenities.

After she comes a few times, I slide my tongue from her clit and work my way up her stomach. I’m about to rip her shirt open and get at those perky tits, but she stops me.

“Do not rip my shirt.”

“You ripped mine.”

“I’m working.”

Like I give a fuck that she’s
working
. I want to rip her blouse even more, then watch her have to explain what happened. But I decide to go easy on her. I start unbuttoning her blouse instead. “I don’t know if I’d call this
working
?”

“Shut up.”

“You fuck all your witnesses?”

“I hate you.”

She’s wearing a front snap bra. I unclasp it with one hand. The fabric falls away and her perky tits spill out. Beautiful melons that gravity has no effect on. Pink, hard nipples. I wrap my mouth around them, nibbling and licking. I cup her breasts, then slide up her body. The head of my cock parts her lips and I plunge deep inside. No teasing this time. I fill her up and she clenches down hard. Her pussy conforms perfectly to my shape. It’s like she was made for me. I thrust long, deep strokes as our mouths melt into each other.

I grab her arms and pin them against the sofa as I pump furiously. Our skin makes wet slaps. Our bodies slip and slide against each other.

She feels so good. It’s all I can do not to blow my load right away. She grips my cock tight. I feel her heels digging into my back, pulling me deep into her.

I lose track of time. It’s like we’ve entered another dimension. The fuck dimension. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but this girl’s pussy is magic.

I grab her ankles and spread her legs wide. I watch my thickness part her perfect lips, stroking in and out. Hammering her deeper than she’s ever been fucked before. She’s tight and warm, and I feel her come again. It’s too much. It feels too good. I cum inside her at the same time. Wave after wave of spurting goodness.

I collapse on top of her, my cock still twitching inside her. She quivers with every movement. If her pussy is anything like the head of my cock, it’s ultra sensitive right now.

This is pure bliss.

T
hat was fucking amazing
. I’m drenched in sweat. My heart is pounding. My stomach is fluttering. It was hot and wet and dirty. I’ve never felt a guy come in me before.

Holy shit, he came in me?

“Did you not wear a condom?” I shriek.

He shrugs. “Heat of the moment.”

My eyes burn into him, incredulous. “Get off me.” I shove him aside. Or, rather, I try to shove him aside. I can’t move this hulk of a man. But he plays along and rolls away.

“Relax. I haven’t been with anyone else in two years. And I got tested before I went into the joint.”

“Yeah, but what happened
in
the joint?”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “I’m not anyone’s bitch. If anything, I should be worried about you.”

“This is the cleanest pussy you are ever going to get. And I hope you enjoyed it, because that’s the last time. Ever.”

“Right,” he says, dryly.

I get up from the couch, grab my pants, and march into the bedroom. His hot juice is dripping down my thigh.

“Go wash that ass,” he snarks.

I saunter away from him, putting an extra swerve in my step. I stride through the bedroom to the bathroom. Inside, I crank on the shower. I set my clothes in a pile on the counter and look at myself in the mirror—what the hell have I gotten myself into?

Soon, steam fills the room. I put my hair up in a bun. I can’t get it wet—I don’t want to have to explain to Parker why I’m taking a shower. I slip in the stall and start to lather up. It’s not long before Ryker appears through the mist. My life has turned into some crazy wet dream. It’s like I’m living in a porno.

Ryker pulls open the stall door, and the cool air hits my skin. My nipples harden.

“There is another shower in the other bedroom,” I say.

“Yeah, but you’re not in there.”

“Exactly.” I try to pull the stall door shut but he stops me. Before I know it, he’s in the shower with me. My God, he’s already hard again. I’ve never seen a man spring back to life so quickly.

“Get out,” I say.

“No.”

I glare at him. But damn does he look good—water beading on his rippled skin. I watch a droplet streak down his chest, falling over his abs, down to his thick cock. Somebody help me. My cheeks are on fire, and my core is ablaze. Again!

“Turn around,” he says.

“You’re not the boss of me,” I say, secretly hoping he’ll manhandle me.

“Yes I am.” He grabs my shoulders and spins me around. With his hand between my shoulder blades, he pushes me forward. I reach my hands out, bracing against the moist tile. I arch my ass out, an open invitation for him. I feel his hard cock rub between my cheeks. His firm hands grab my ass cheeks, and he spreads me wide open. I grab his cock and align it with my opening. I feel the tip spread my lips.

What the hell—one more time can’t hurt?