I pushed into the house and was greeted by more cheers. Girls in tiny black skirts and hot pink tops danced amongst the crowd. I should have known Julius’s idea of entertainment would be strippers.
“The champion.!” Julius pushed his way through the throngs of people. He grabbed my hand and raised it high, eliciting more cheers.
“Damn fucking right I am.” I high-fived everyone as I made my way through the guests.
I caught sight of a pair of toned legs and when I brought my eyes up their length, I smiled.
Mila was grinding against a pole, and I came up behind her. “This looks like my dream from last night,” I said into her ear.
She startled briefly, but then spun around, not breaking character for a second. Her finger ran down my chest and back up before gently outlining my face. “You’re hurt,” she acknowledged.
I shook my head. “Marks of a winner, Mila.”
Surprise filled her beautiful green eyes and her hand fell to her side. “How do you know my name?”
“I always get what I want.” I stepped toward her, brushing her brown hair away from her eyes. “And I want you.”
This time, she shook her head. “By the end of the night, I’ll have enough money to pay you back for the groceries then you’ll never have to see me again.”
I wrapped my hand around her waist, loving the feel of her soft skin against my hand. “Lucky for you, I don’t want your money.”
“I don’t take handouts,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Consider it a gift.”
“I don’t take those either without returning the favor. So, if you’re not going to take my money then that only leaves me with one other option.”
“And what’s that?”
A wicked smile tugged at her lips and she held her hand out. “Come with me and find out.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice, so I followed her down the hall. She was bringing me toward the bathroom, but I had a better idea. I scooped her up and over my shoulder, resting my hand on her round ass. She squealed in surprise and I wondered what other sounds I could elicit from her.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Taking control.” She wiggled against me, trying to get me to loosen my grip, but too bad for her, I had no intention of letting her go. “You’re only making it worse.”
She huffed and stopped fighting. I got to my bedroom on the second floor, which was off limits to the rest of the party, and placed her on my king-sized bed.
“So, what did you have in mind?” I asked.
She got up on her knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. Her hand reached out, latching onto the belt loop of my suit pants. She yanked me close until my dick was eye level.
“I like the suit,” she said. “It’s sexy as hell.”
“Only the best.”
Her fingers ran down my thighs and back up, latching onto my zipper and pulling it down. My cock throbbed in anticipation. She pushed my pants down and out of the way, causing my cock to spring free.
Desire coursed through me, staring down at her on all fours. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gently stroked. Her gaze caught mine and she winked just before dipping her head and taking me into her pretty little mouth.
I sucked in a ragged breath as she moved her lips up and down, using her tongue as she went. I knotted my hands in her hair and regained control. I pulled back, leaving just my tip covered by her lips before thrusting all the way in again.
She moaned at the motion, and my balls tightened at the vibrations. Her mouth fell open, welcoming me to pump in and out of her. I did as she wanted, holding her hair and controlling her motions.
“That’s right. Take it all,” I said as she opened wide. My cock disappeared into her mouth, and she clamped her lips down, sliding back with enough pressure to make me almost shoot my load in the back of her throat.
Not wanting this to end, I held her off as I took a breather. She sat there with waiting mouth, her tongue licking her lips and begging for my cock. I grabbed hold of my shaft and slapped my dick against her tongue. She moaned again then took total control, throwing my hands off and taking me in balls deep.
Her head bobbed back and forth as she sucked me hard. My legs became weak and my balls tightened. The pressure kept building until it exploded. I tried to warn her, but she refused to pull away, grabbing my ass and yanking me even further into her mouth.
My body jerked as I shot fast and hard. Her nails dug into my skin as she took every last drop. I just went three rounds in the cage, and didn’t feel as winded as I did now. This girl was fucking amazing, and now it was my turn to return the favor.
I reached down grabbing her face and pulling her up to me. She shook her head and managed to slip away from my hold.
“Now I’m paid in full. See you in your dreams.”
She gave a little wave as she turned out of the room, leaving me alone with my pants around my ankles, and wondering what the fuck just happened.
Chapter 10
Mila
Mackenzie hadn’t been home in three days. In the beginning, as shameful as it was, I was thrilled to have a break. But now I was scared. It was the longest she’d ever disappeared, and I was worried something actually happened to her.
I called two of her friends, but they both said they hadn’t seen her in days. She hadn’t been at school either. Once I found her, and knew she was okay, I was going to kill her. The past few days, I’d been running on caffeine and pure adrenaline, trying to maintain my composure. And just to add fucking icing on the cake I had to deal with seeing Knox again and doing my best to forget about the incident with Christian. My head was a fucking emotional overload and I hadn’t been able to eat or sleep.
Unable to sit down and wait for Mackenzie to walk through the door, I went into her room looking for God knew what. The clean clothes I had folded and asked her to put away, were piled in the corner. Typical. The comforter and sheets were in a tangled mess at the foot of the bed. My eyes rolled, thinking of all the fights we had about her making the damn thing.
It all seemed so petty now. I just wished she would get her head out of her ass.
After making the bed, I grabbed the pile of clothes to put them away. I opened her top dresser drawer, moved a few t-shirts to make room when my eye caught on a small tin box. Curious, I took it out, and the smell hit me before I even flipped it open.
“You little bitch.” I picked up the half smoked joint, then dropped it back down next to the dime bag in disgust. “And this is why I can’t treat you like an adult.”
I sat down on the bed with the tin in my hand, wondering how long she’d been smoking pot, and how I never realized it. “It could be worse,” I said to myself. It was just pot after all. It could have been coke or crack. Pot wasn’t so bad. Then again, to someone like Mackenzie, it damn well could’ve been.
I was worried before, but now I was full on freaking out. Pot equaled drug dealers, and no matter what, they were bad news. Mackenzie was smart enough not to get mixed up with a drug dealer…then again, her choices lately didn’t help reassure me.
My cell phone rang, and I glanced down to the screen. Clark County Detention Center flashed on my screen and my heart stopped. Every worst-case scenario popped into my mind. My heart battered my chest and my hand froze in place.