Savior:A Tattered Club Story(12)

Niko opened the door and thank God the woman was bent over the table facing the wall. Take one for the team. Right. “Come on, baby. Brad said you were built like a stud.” Niko imagined her Botox pouty lips pushed out. “Show me.”

Ugh. Fucking ugh. As soon as he spotted the file cabinet in the corner, his feet couldn’t move fast enough. Thank God the damn thing wasn’t within her line of sight. Niko coughed into his fist then rubbed his forehead. “Close your eyes.”

“Oh...sexy play time. I promise not to look.”

He slid the drawer open and grabbed a condom. Forget the lube. Her pussy looked like a leaking faucet. Killing the lights was going to be the only way this deal could be sealed. He flipped the switch on the wall and tore open the small square package.

“Kinky. In the dark. I love it! Come on, big guy, let me have that hot cock. Fuck me hard just like you did Brad.”

As he walked behind the table and over to the wall he unzipped his jeans and pulled his dick out. A few strong strokes, not all the way hard, but it’d do. The moment he bumped up against her soft ass, she wiggled, pushing back against his waist. There was no way this was going down with her hands all over him. He pressed his palm onto the small of her back.

A couple more strokes and he pushed inside her wet heat. Even though the room was painted in darkness, he squeezed his eyes shut and drifted his thoughts to the time he came out of a night class The Professor had set him up in to get his GED.

The guy had given him a side wink and Niko, naive and unsure, had no idea what the gesture meant, but when he went into the bathroom to take a piss before heading out, he fucking found out.

The huge guy shoved him into the stall too damn fast. Before Niko knew what was up, his cock slid down the guy’s throat and he came so hard he collapsed onto the toilet. His mouth had been so hot, so tight.

“Get it, big boy. Take me. Oh...oh...yes.”

Niko wasn’t dicking around. The squeaky sound of the woman’s voice annoyed him, and he didn’t have time to play with a warm up. Mess around. He took one for the team so it was okay to think about it. Anyway, the fantasy would speed up this train wreck.

Taking both sides of her round hips, he pumped. Hard. When she out in the darkness, his erection started to go soft. Focus. The guy’s mouth. The way his rough hand had slid up and down. Jesus, the way he drank every ounce of cum shooting—

“Yes! Yes! I’m coming.” The walls of her cunt spasmed as her legs flailed next to his thighs. Well, that was easy enough. The moment her breathing eased, he pulled out and slipped the condom free. He hadn’t come, but who cared. The deed was done.

He tugged up his jeans. Since he’d done the favor, he figured Seth could clean up the mess. He slid the condom off and tossed it into the trash can by the door. Zipping his pants, he headed out into the hall. He vaguely heard her say something about the light and wanting to see him, but Niko didn’t care. The door was closed behind him and it was yet another experience he’d bury.

Niko looked up in time to see a glimpse of sandy blond hair as Ethan stepped into his studio. Fuck. He walked into the room and tossed the blueprint on the drafting table against the wall.

“I…I can’t keep our appointment next week. I’ve had something come up. I really appreciate you taking the time—”

“Keep the appointment,” Niko grumbled and before walking over to close the door. Scarlet was lingering in the hall, smile on her damn face as she stared at him. Without blinking, he shut the door.

The chair squeaked as he sat down across from Ethan. No skinny jeans today. The striped T-shirt tucked into a pair of tan cargo shorts made his waist look leaner than Niko thought it was before. Damn, did the kid ever eat?

“I wish I could, but, honestly, I don’t have the cash to spend. I kind of…kind of got kicked out of where I was living.” His hands disappeared below the table, but Niko could tell he was wiping his palms on his thighs. The slight flinch went unnoticed and he rested his hands back on the table.

“Listen,” Niko started. “I spent my time working on this tat and I’m not about to throw it away.” Ethan looked over at the wall of artwork. Damn, where was his mind? Niko wasn’t into charity cases, but...well, just but. “I’m hungry. Are you hungry?”

Ethan shook his head. Niko stood and rounded the table, picking up the backpack Ethan had set by his feet. “I need you to do me a favor.”

Ethan looked up, his cheeks red. “Sure.”

“A guy just opened a place next door. Can you run over there and get me something?”

“Um, okay, what do you want?”