THIRTY-TWO
Myheartpoundedin my chest as I rushed toward the silver Mercedes parked at the end of the parking lot. The door to the passenger’s side swung open, and I stopped. Sully would have opened the door for me. He’d been opening doors for me since the night he picked me up. It hadn’t mattered to him that I was a prostitute. He’d treated me with kindness, even when he’d insisted on calling me bait instead of by my name.
“Get in,” Grimaldo snapped.
I took a deep breath and got in. I had hardly closed the door when Grimaldo sped away, tires screeching on the asphalt. Had he always driven like a maniac, or did he suspect something was up? I took a peek in the side mirror, and the faint headlights in the distance calmed me.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Doesn’t matter. Where have you been? I haven’t been able to scratch an itch since you disappeared.”
“Some guy bought me from Nolan.”
Stick as close to the truth as possible.
“Didn’t know you were up for sale. I might have made an offer and keep you for myself.”
“It’s not too late.”
He shook his head. “No, that won’t work. I can’t have anyone discovering you.” He shot me a sideways glance. “And a whore as pretty as you is bound to cause trouble.”
I flinched, but luckily his attention was on the road. Grimaldo was one of those men who instilled hatred in me for being called a whore, bitch, or any degrading alternative. The way he said it made me seem subhuman, like I didn’t have feelings, and judging from the bruises he’d left on me whenever we had sex that was exactly what he thought of me. Someone who he could pound once a week, then forget for the next six days that he was into men. Even worse, a male prostitute.
He'd paid damn good, though, and I’d chosen that over sleeping with several men just to make enough to satisfy Nolan. So what if I’d used poppers to relax so I would be able to suffer his brutality?
“I couldn’t stop thinking about that last night with you.” He lifted a hand from the steering wheel and dropped it into my lap. He squeezed my dick through my pants. “I’ve fucked boys before, but you, you’re something else between the sheets. You take every inch of me every single time and never beg me to go easy on you. Always eager to please.”
“I remember.” Shut up about it already. I didn’t want Sully hearing every gritty detail of how this man had nailed me.
He laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re shy. Don’t want to talk about it? Painting you with my cum? I just wished you’d made me come inside you. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do tonight. Come in that hot ass of yours.”
I giggled, which was damn difficult to do, given my throat had gone dry. I placed a hand on his thigh and checked the side mirror. Good. Sully and Liam were still on our tail.
I slid my hand between Grimaldo’s legs just like he’d done with me, only gentler, teasing. I cupped his bulge and let out a moan.
“What did you miss most?” I asked. “My mouth or my ass?”
“Fuck, I can’t choose.” He barked out a laugh. “You give the best damn blow job, but that ass also gets me every fucking time.”
“Still not telling me where we’re going? Do you have a hotel booked for the night?”
“No, no hotel. I was stupid to take you there. Too many people can recognize me, and there’s no doubt what you are, boy. Do you know what would happen to me if anyone from my family knew I was fucking another man?”
I squeezed his balls, and he groaned. “Do you like that?”
“Yeah, take my dick out and play with it, bitch. Put it in your mouth and gag on it.”
I unbuckled his belt. His zipper came down next. “Hmm, I think a hand job is best, don’t you?” I purred. “Wouldn’t want you to come with my mouth around you. I’m sure you’ve been wanting to fuck me.”
“True. Take…”
When he didn’t finish, I pulled back and looked at him. He glanced in the rearview mirror.
“Or edging you with a blow job can be hot,” I said to distract him.
“I think we’re being followed.”
My chest tightened, and air rushed to my head. “That’s silly. Why would someone be following you?”