He steps in.
I step out.
He leans around the curtain, holding it to his chest. “Suit yourself. I’ll have you in a shower eventually.”
I wrap in the oversized bath towel and head back into the room. I dig into my purse and pull out my hairbrush.
Buck’s deep timbre comes through the bathroom door. Is he fucking singing?
A few minutes later, he’s out, butt-ass naked, his arms circling my waist as he kisses the back of my neck. “You smell delicious. Can I get a taste?”
I frown at his reflection in the mirror. “Fuck. I forgot—you’re a morning person.”
“You don’t have to say morning like it’s a dirty word.” He nibbles at my pulse point. “Can I get that taste? Just a little to tide me over until later?”
“Taste? You want some coffee? Or they may have a complimentary breakfast buffet downstairs.” I smile. I shouldn’t. I don’t really want to. But I can’t stop it.
He drops to his knees, pulling off my towel as he goes. “Nope. I want pussy for breakfast. Prime, grade A, brown-sugared pussy.”
“I thought you had something that needed to be done this morning.”
He grins. “You. You’re what needs doing.”
He pushes my hips until I’m backed to the edge of the low dresser, the wood cold beneath my ass. Grabbing my knees, he spreads them. Warm liquid flows to my slit as he leans close, breathing on my clit.
I catch my breath as his wet tongue smoothes over my pussy lips, sliding into my entrance.
Screw it.
He’s fucking paying me. If I’m going to prostitute myself and risk ending up just like my mom, I may as well enjoy it, right?
I pull up my feet so my heels sit at the edge of the dresser, my legs falling open, making plenty of room for him to enjoy his early morning snack. Leaning against the mirror, I close my eyes and give myself over to Buck and his tongue.
The man could go into a fucking record book. I’ve never had my pussy so thoroughly devoured as he’s done. And I’ve had no shortage of guys who’ve tried to get me off this way. None of them have ever been up to the task. Only Buck.
Only. Ever. Buck.
* * *
I slide my shades on as we walk out the sliding doors at the hotel entrance. Thug One and Thug Two wait with Buck’s SUV and his motorcycle under the portico. Neither of them will look at me.
Fine. I don’t want them looking at me anyway. The amount of noise I made last night—and this morning—is appalling.
We slide into the SUV.
Buck pushes his arm behind me, yanking me to the middle of the backseat, buckling me in right next to him. “You sit by me.”
I frown and cross my arms.
“Thurman, we need to meet the crew at the Rec Center down town.”
“Got it, Boss.” The window between the front and back rolls up, blocking Thurman from our view, or maybe vice versa.
“Thurman?” I ask.
“Well, I don’t call them Thug One and Thug Two all the time. I do know their names. Thurman and Roy.”
His hand slides up my leg, his pinky snuggling next to the seam that runs over my pussy.
“I need to go home. Can you just have him drop you, and then Thurman or Roy can drive me to the house?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?” I cast him a wilting glance—at least, it’s supposed to wilt him. It does nothing.
He just grins at me. “You’re with me. As much as possible.”
“With you?”
“Yes, as in with me.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, my fingers drumming on my upper arm as I look out the window past Buck.
Fine. With him.
What’s the worst that can happen?
The crew and that little twat waffle Trudi stare as Buck herds me to the back bedroom of his RV.
He closes us in.
I cross my arms. “I don’t like it. You can’t ask me to do this.”
He runs his hands down my shoulders. “It’s not that big of a deal, Lou. You just sign the papers, whatever footage they get of you they can use. It’s not saying you have to be on every single episode.”
I focus on the ceiling, my chest tightening with every breath. “You don’t understand. We aren’t in fucking California. This is home. Here. You know, the place that was so unkind to me as a child. The last thing I want is to be on national television, surrounded by people who’ve always had the lowest opinion of me and where I come from.”
“But you aren’t where you come from, Lou. You’re so much more than that. And you’ve been around the fucking world, served your country, and that counts for something.”
“Not here it won’t.”
He should know this without me telling him.
“Well then, fuck here. Look, this would be really good for my career. I’m up for this huge part in a major motion picture, and I need this break. Can’t you just help a guy out? Please.”