Sins & Mistrust Page 7

  -M

  As soon as I hit send, I worry about maybe being too comfortable. Will she interpret my message the way I intended; playful and teasing, or will she think I’m being a cocky douche? Only time will tell now.

  From: Nathalia

  To: Marc

  Subject: RE: Re: Re: Re: Hey

  Date: Fri, 10 May 2013 00:05:47

  Well, hello there, non-escort Marc. I’ve been waiting for you to make an appearance. Yes, I’m fairly certain that I’m ready for the workout of my life. Truthfully, I’m more than ready right now, so thank you for that. Are you saying you’ve not let loose with me yet? Because, if that’s the case, I really, really need you to let loose with me. I can handle it. I find I’m craving it. Craving you to show me more of you. Please schedule me in for a week. You pick when and then let me know.

  -T

  Well, shit. It’s safe to say she interpreted my message better than I could have hoped for. I figure after I’m supposed to meet with the event planner will be a good time to disappear with her for a week. I block it off in my schedule and email Nathalia back with the days so she can email the agency. I’m starting to feel bad about making her pay for time with me, especially when I want to be with her as much as she seems to want to spend time with me.

  Fuck.

  I eventually fall asleep, and when I wake up seven hours later, I instantly check my phone to find I have another message from her. She’s informed me that she has to go to California for a couple days for her dad to do some hotel business, but that she wants me to accompany her there, and we can spend the week at one of her father’s hotels. The days she has to work are only for a few hours a day, so I figure a change of scenery doesn’t sound too bad. I confirm with her all the details and get up and ready for my day.

  I don my blue jeans and plain white shirt, grab my phone and keys, and head out into the bright sun. The rays beam down on me, heating my skin instantly, and I’m happy to get into my white BMW and blast the air conditioning. The drive into the city takes about half an hour due to traffic, but I enjoy it today.

  Thinking about being out of Vegas for a while and with someone who’s bringing me to the surface again makes me feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I know that the weight I feel is my own doing by not just telling people the truth. It’s not that I’m keeping it secret from everyone. My family and friends from home know, a few people here in Vegas know, but anybody associated with my work doesn’t know.

  I keep telling myself that I’ll tell them all soon, but another day goes by, and another excuse comes up.

  After I’ve found a parking spot, I step out and stick my cell in my pocket, swinging my keys around my finger as I walk to one of my favorite spots to eat at. I don’t pay attention to the many people walking around me; I’m stuck in my own head. So, bumping into somebody isn’t to be surprising. However, the person I do bump into catches me way off guard.

  Lincoln Cash.

  He turns his body so that he can see who has bumped into him. The scowl that was on his face slowly turns into a smirk. He looks me up and down, unabashedly, and then says into his phone, “Let me call you back.”

  After dropping the phone into the pants pocket of his suit, he lets his hand stay there while the other hand runs over his blue tie. I wonder if he’s talked to Nathalia already and is aware of this threesome that’s supposed to take place. Another thought hits me. Does he know I’m an escort? I have no idea what Nathalia may or may not have told him.

  I clear my throat and speak first. “Mr. Cash. Nice to see you again.”

  “Is it?” he asks, amusement in his voice. “That’s good to hear.”

  “Well, it’s the nice thing to say,” I reply, not wanting to inflate his ego.

  He chokes out a laugh. “I appreciate the words, even if they are a lie.” He pauses and then puts his other hand in his right pocket. Staring into my eyes he says, “Now, did you mean to ram me from behind, or was that just a pleasant surprise for me?” He lifts a brow at me and grins.

  His words surprise me momentarily, but I don’t allow him to think they did. They only surprise me because he’s so brash in his thinking that I’d even be into him. Why would he assume I was into men, unless Nathalia told him? But I don’t think she did. I feel like she’d tell me if she told Lincoln anything about me and this rendezvous that’s supposed to take place between all of us. He’ll figure it out once he gets word that I agreed to this threesome that was supposedly his idea. No strictly straight man would agree to fuck another man, no matter how hot the chick asking was.

  I’m not surprised that Lincoln throws around overtly sexual comments to people. He owns a sex club for fuck's sake.

  Well, let’s see what happens.

  Slowly looking at him from his feet to his face, I give him a lopsided grin and say, “If I were to ever ram you from behind, it would be because you’d be begging me to.” I straighten up and cross my arms over my chest. “Now, is that what you’re wanting?”

  He doesn’t respond right away. I wonder if he’s figured out that Nathalia has already told me what he wishes to do.

  “If you want me to beg, you’d have to do a whole lot of teasing first. Are you saying you’re willing to tease me?” he asks in a gravelly tone.

  Fucking battle of wills we have here.

  “I’m willing to do a lot of things, on my own accord. So, if you want anything from me you’ll have to be sure to ask nicely.”

  I give him a smirk and wait for his reply. When it doesn’t come, I uncross my arms and step around him. When we’re shoulder to shoulder, I turn my head only slightly, and he does the same.

  “I don’t beg for anything, ever,” he states confidently.

  “But if you were to beg me, I’d grant you more than you knew what to do with.”

  I walk away and look forward to our next meeting.

  “Why haven’t you answered my calls?” I bellow into the phone.

  I hear her sigh heavily. “Nice to hear from you, Mr. Cash,” she says stiffly.

  “Mr. Cash, huh?”

  “I’m working right now. Can I call you back here in a few minutes?”

  I huff. “I expect to hear from you very soon.”

  After hanging up the phone, I pace in my office and then make my way to the decanter of scotch. I drink two fingers' worth before my phone is ringing.

  “Thalia. So glad that you got back to me so quickly,” I say through gritted teeth.

  “Funny. You don’t sound too happy at all. What’s going on, Lincoln?”

  “I’ve been calling you for days now, but you haven’t been answering. Are you intentionally ignoring me?”

  She releases another loud sigh. “I’ve been busy, that’s all. I was going to call you back when I had some time.”

  “Busy with that escort of yours, hmm?”

  She’s silent and I know I’ve shocked her with that bit of information.

  “How did you find out?”

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “You’re an unrelenting bastard,” she says, and I think I hear a bit of laughter in her voice.

  “That’s not the worst thing I’ve been called.”

  “Oh, I’m sure not.”

  “Now, tell me, Thalia. Did you talk to your little friend about what we’ve discussed?”

  “My little friend is actually not so little, and he has a name, and you know it. Do you mean Marc? If so, then yes, I’ve spoken to him.”

  “Really?” I answer with a large smile. “And what did he have to say about this?”

  After a brief pause, she says, “He said even if he fucked men, he isn’t interested in someone who comes off like a stubborn bastard.” Another pause. “And he doesn’t find you attractive in the least.”

  “He didn’t say that,” I say after a few moments. I hold my breath and wait for her to respond.

  Her laughter floats through the phone. “Maybe not, but I had to mess with you.”

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�You might have made me believe you if you hadn’t said he didn’t find me attractive. I mean, come on.”

  Thalia laughs again. “So cocky.”

  “It’s probably just because mine is so big, so you know…”

  “Oh shut up!” she cries through laughter.

  “Well, I ran into Marc today, interestingly enough.”

  “Did you?” she asks, her voice going higher and curiosity filling it.

  “Well, he actually ran into me. Literally. We had a fun talk.”

  “I doubt that.”

  “Why do you doubt that? I’m fun.”

  She scoffs. “Okay,” she says, placating me. “What did you two fun guys talk about?”

  “Well, after my initial sexual innuendo, he decided to do a verbal spar with me. He said how he wouldn’t ram into me unless I begged him to. Something similar to that anyway. I responded with something about how he’d have to tease and if he was willing, he said he would do what he wants, but I’d have to ask nicely. Clearly, he hasn’t gotten to know me very well. Anyway, then before we parted ways, I told him I don’t beg for anything, to which he replied that if I did, he’d grant me more than I knew what to do with.”

  “Huh.”

  “What kind of response is that?” I ask.

  “I just wish I had been around for that. You two are going to be my entertainment, I can tell.”

  “I don’t see how this is fun for you,” I respond, confused.

  “It’ll be fun watching you two together. In the red corner we have Alpha one, in the blue corner we have Alpha two. Who will deliver the first blow…job?” She begins cracking up.

  “How funny you are, Thalia,” I groan, rubbing my head.

  “I know,” she chirps.

  “So, you think Marc is an alpha male? That’s funny. He doesn’t seem to be too intimidating.”

  “You’re ridiculous if you think being an alpha male means you have to be intimidating.”

  “Well, please, enlighten me, Ms. LaBelle.”

  “An alpha male is someone who is smart and witty, and has the ability to laugh at himself. He’s confident, and a hard worker. There’s always room for improvement, and he understands that. He doesn’t fear failure; for he knows that he will only grow and move forward with new knowledge. He doesn’t talk just to hear himself talk; he always has something meaningful to say. He isn’t selfish; instead he likes to help others succeed along with himself. He’s a protector, but doesn’t go around looking for trouble. He’s persistent and dauntless. There’s no hasty decisions made, everything he does is well thought out. He isn’t afraid to apologize if he knows he was wrong. Oh, and of course he’s sexy as fuck.”

  “I’d like to say I fit into some of those categories.”

  “You do, as does he.”

  “Interesting.”

  “Quite.”

  “Okay, are you going to inform me of what your and his conversation went like?”

  “I asked him if he was willing, he said yes, then I told him it was you.”

  “So, he agreed before he knew it was me who was to be involved?”

  “Yes.”

  “Hmm. Did you tell him about our history?”

  “I told him that we flirt and messed around before, but that you have a silly little rule that makes it to where you can’t sleep with women without another man, yes.”

  “It’s not a silly little rule, Thalia.”

  “Whatever, Lincoln. He knows, and he’s fine with it. Why wouldn’t he be?”

  “What if you two start developing feelings for each other? Will he be okay with you and I being close friends? Especially after he sees me fucking you?”

  She clears her throat. “I hire him, I’m his client, that’s it. He’s agreed to do this for me, because it’s what I want. There’s no need to think it’s going to keep happening.”

  “Oh, it’ll continue to happen,” I state confidently.

  “How do you know?” she asks.

  “I’ve wanted to sink deep inside of you for a long time now, and I have a feeling once I do, I’ll want to keep doing it. And there is just something about Marc. I don’t even know what it is, but I feel like there’s something in me that’s calling out to him.”

  “Lincoln?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Why can’t you have sex with a woman alone? You know that if you were able to, you and I would have been together a long time ago.”

  I don’t answer her. I’m trying to think of a good way to say what I know I need to, but nothing is coming to me fast enough. I guess she takes my silence as a refusal to answer.

  “Fine. But, I do know what you mean about Marc. My body is definitely calling out for him.”

  “At least his has answered yours,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.

  “True. Maybe you should learn to ask nice. I promise you’ll love what he does in bed. Mmm.”

  “Okay, okay. Don’t come on yourself.”

  “Oh, shush!”

  “When are we all going to be meeting up again? I think we should all get together before just jumping into bed. Don’t you think?”

  “Well, look at you trying to be all proper. I’ve already jumped in bed with him, and I’m quite looking forward to what you’re like, Mr. Cash.”

  “Are you going to scream out 'Mr. Cash' or 'Lincoln' when I’m making you come with my tongue?”

  I hear her clear her throat. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

  “How about this weekend?”

  “Oh shoot! I’m going out of town. Marc is joining me. Would you like to meet us in California?”

  “Taking trips to California, hmm? Isn’t that nice?”

  “Oh come on, Lincoln. Just come. We can all have dinner at the hotel, and maybe drinks after. We’ll get to know each other and have a good time. It’ll be a nice introduction into our arrangement. What do you say?”

  After mulling it over for a minute, I agree. “Sure. Let me know the dates you’ll be there, and I’ll take a couple days off and meet you there.”

  “Yay! Talk to you soon.”

  “Okay.”

  The phone hangs up and I quickly begin thinking about how our time together is going to be. I have a feeling Marc is going to give me a good run for my money.

  Day one of my work here in California is done, and Marc should be arriving soon. We’ll be here until Friday because Marc has to get back to Vegas for his boss’ daughter’s wedding. But we still get the full seven days together, and Lincoln plans on showing up on Wednesday.

  When I told Marc about my conversation with Lincoln and asked if he was okay with the fact that I invited him, he was gracious, saying it was all about me. He was happy if I was happy. I’m finding that Marc makes me happier each time I’m with him or talking to him.

  He broke his first rule and gave me his cell number so that we could communicate easier while traveling. At least that’s what he told me, but I’m not complaining. I love being able to text and call him.

  After I get out of the shower, I put on a sheer, white baby doll nightgown and lie in the bed. It’s already eleven pm, so I text Marc to make sure he’s okay.

  Me: Hey, are you still alive? You’re not standing me up, are you?

  His response comes a few minutes later.

  Marc: I’m alive and on my way. It might be another half hour, though. Will you be awake?

  Me: You can grab a key from the front desk and let yourself in. Maybe you can wake me up in a really nice way? ;)

  Marc: Can I wake you up in a really naughty way instead?

  Me: Only if it’s very, very naughty. Otherwise, what’s the point?

  Marc: Challenge accepted. Go to sleep.

  I smile after reading his response. My excitement for being woken up naughtily has me unable to fall asleep. I end up going to the bathroom to freshen up and then lie back in bed and wait. Eleven-thirty comes and goes, and I figure maybe traffic is crazy, so he’ll be a little later. I eventually succu
mb to sleep.

  I’m not sure if it’s a noise or a touch, but something causes me to stir. I blink my eyes a few times, trying to focus. I can’t see anything. I know the lights were out, but I should be able to see the lights from outside because I left the curtains open since we’re so high up anyway. I blink again and then go to rub my eyes with my hand when I find that I can’t move my hand.

  “What the…”

  “Sssh.”

  “Marc,” I whisper.

  He gives me a soft kiss on my shoulder, letting me know that it’s him. I’m lying on my stomach, my hands tied behind me and a blindfold around my eyes. Naughty indeed.

  I feel his hands push my gown up and over my ass, and then ever so slowly, he pulls my panties down my legs. My breathing increases, and warmth fills my body at the same time that goose bumps cover my flesh. How is that?

  His hands run up the back of my thighs and then cup my ass before giving a good squeeze. Suddenly, I’m lifted to my knees, my ass in the air and my face firmly planted on the covers below me. I feel the warmth of his mouth touch the skin right above the crease between my cheeks. I gasp as his tongue darts out and then down the same crease.

  “Fuck,” I cry out.

  His tongue never stops until he reaches my pussy, and when he gets there, his tongue licks back and forth. He draws his tongue from clit to entrance, before he dips his tongue in my juices.

  “Holy shit,” I moan out.

  Marc continues to lick and dip his tongue inside of me for a few more minutes of absolute bliss. I moan and cry out, craving more and more of him. My pussy throbs in anticipation of more.

  I feel him move behind me, and realize he must have already stripped down, because I feel his leg graze mine as he positions himself. The unquestionable sound of the condom wrapper being opened rips through the silent room. I wait—not so patiently—for him to touch me again. At the sound of my whimpers, he speaks.