“Expound on that, please.”
“She’s getting hurt but says it’s due to training with the dickwad.” Tar raked his short hair, sounding like the jealous lover even to his own ears.
“Why isn’t she training with you?”
“Oh, she is,” Tar affirmed.
“I see.” Alex leaned back with a puzzled look. “Is she training so hard for the pain?”
Tar’s throat was crowded with a huge lump. Alex absolutely knew his shit. He could only nod.
“My God,” Alex exhaled, “has she figured out emotional pain will give her what she craves?”
“Not sure she’s put that together. Yet.”
“And she’s found self-induced injuries do the same trick.”
E had kept him in the know. Tar ground out, “I’m trying to figure out the best course of action on that one.”
“Fair enough. It’s rather common. Don’t blame yourself for it. Keeley needs your strength until she realizes how strong she really is.”
“Yeah, I get that. But Alex, I’ve gotta tell ya. We need to hurry the fuck up before we can’t help her.” The confession was ripped from his soul. They were on borrowed time.
“That’s why I’m here, Tar.” He stood up. “Let’s go see what Leith is doing.”
Hell yes. Something to do to keep his mind in the game and not playing the what if’s over and over again. Keeley did need him strong. And he’d do anything for her. He’d give her everything. Even if that meant his own life.
Chapter Twenty-Two
There were eyes on them. Leith searched the shadows but saw nothing and no one out of the ordinary. Then again, men he worked with specialized in not being seen until they wanted to be. A disconcerting sensation crept up his spine, as if a snake spotted an unsuspecting mouse eating its dinner. He reached forward and pulled Ms. Jones into his arms, whispering on a hiss, “Ssssssssomeone’s watching us.”
She spoke into his ear, “Someone you’re working with?”
“Possibly.”
She gave an affirming nod, trekking her long, blood red fingernails down his arm. “Follow me.”
A side entrance into the underground club brought them straight into a small room. Leith observed there was another door as he heard footsteps where they’d just been. Ms. Jones worked fast yanking him into a viewing room. Without pause, she raked her nails down his body as she hit her knees. What the hell? Her eyes slid up his body until they locked on his. He saw the flash of heat in hers and remembered where they were. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, unsure of what to do, but knowing it was crucial to play the part.
Ms. Jones complied as he stuck his thumb far enough back to gag her. “Suck it.”
Leith knew he had to take this to a whole new level. Problem with that, all he could see was Keeley. Some unforeseen force encompassed him and, all of a sudden, in his mind’s eye this was Keeley in front of him on her knees begging to suck him off. He grew impossibly hard, pulling her hair as she latched tighter around his thumb. Leith grasped some rope in his other hand while he removed his thumb. “Hands in front of you.”
Her head was down as he bound her wrists too tight. Ow, stupid fucker didn’t know what he was doing! But Ms. Jones knew she couldn’t blow their cover. She had way too much to lose. He ripped her blouse open and roughly moved the bra beneath her breasts. He pinched her nipples and twisted in a brutal way that, to her surprise, she enjoyed. A moan let him know so.
He ordered, “Free my dick.”
A challenge with her hands tied together but she managed to do it, scraping a nail along his length. He yanked her wrists up in one hand and wound her hair in the other. She was off balance and completely at his mercy. Leith nudged her mouth with his cock, and when she didn’t open immediately, he pulled up sharply. Her cry got the result he sought, jamming his dick all the way to the back of her throat. Wide eyes met his at the realization he literally held her life in his hands. The power he held over her was intoxicating, and she found herself sucking with determination to please him.
What the ever-loving fuck?! she thought, but it didn’t stop her from deep throating the man who held her captive to his pleasure. He came harshly as she swallowed every drop. Leith jerked the beauty before him up and took her mouth with ruthlessness. Both were breathless as he praised the fantastic blow job. “Fucking perfect, Keeley.”
Everything stilled: Leith at his slip of the tongue. Ms. Jones at the emotional slap. Commotion outside the door broke the tension between them. They watched the knob turn, helpless to go anywhere. Both positive whoever was stalking them was there to make their claim.