Fractured Fear (The Devils of New York #1)

Chapter 39

CHAPTER 39

ASHER

T his woman. She thinks she can tell me to stay away and then pull this shit with those fucking strawberries like there won’t be consequences? Fuck that. I’m putting an end to the bullshit right here right now.

I have been half-hard in my slacks all goddamn day. It’s a miracle no one noticed, and now she thinks she can play games. When she bit into the strawberry, all I could picture was biting into that plump ass of hers and slapping it so hard my palm print would be visible for days. Her tits in that sad excuse for a top, practically pushing her perfect mounds in my face. Does she expect me to not look?

This game of chicken she started has my cock twitching, begging to be let out to play. I have never been this hard without being inside a woman. My dick could pound nails and I haven’t even touched her. Not even a whisper between us.

While games can be fun, I’m calling her bluff.

I jump to my feet and kick the stool back sending it crashing into the wall. Her eyes go wide and if possible, her breathing picks up even faster causing her cleavage to jiggle ever so slightly.

Yeah, fuck this distance.

I round the counter, and she immediately backs away, putting a hand up between us. Like I’d let a simple hand get in my way. She taunted me, waved the red flag at the agitated bull. If she didn’t want me to act, she never should have stepped into the ring.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish, Princess.” I growl at her.

“I–I…” Her focus darts around the kitchen. She won’t find the escape she’s looking for.

“It’s too late, Spencer. You should have thought your little game through first.”

The panic leaves her and rage takes its place. “Back up.”

“I don’t think I will. Not when I can see that you want me as much as you hate me right now.” She gasps and shakes her head. She can deny it all she wants, but we both know it would be a lie.

She doesn't realize it, but she’s been rubbing her lush thighs together all day. I’d rather her thighs rub up against my beard as I tongue fucked her sweet cunt.

“Take off the leggings.”

With shaking hands she dips her thumbs into her waistband.

“Don’t go all shy on me now, Spencer. Or are you giving up already?”

Just like I predicted, her resolve returns and she’s more determined now to step up to my challenge. Spencer shucks her leggings and tosses them at my head. I duck and let them sail past me.

The sight in front of me leaves me stunned. Her black thong is simple, but on her it looks like it’s worth a million bucks. Her body is what wet dreams are made of. Her golden skin is smooth, and she’s soft in all the right places. There is a beautiful pink hue that has tinted her cheeks and spread across the top of her tits. I imagine the weight of them in my hand and how I would worship them, sucking the peaks in my mouth and lavishing them with my tongue.

“Drop those panties, Princess,” I say through gritted teeth. If I unclench my jaw, I’m afraid I might beg her to let me fuck her all night long. And I would, all night long.

Without hesitation she bends, taking off her panties and then removing her bra without me telling her to.

Oh yeah. My sassy little Princess wants this.

Just like before, she launches both articles of clothing at my head, but instead of maneuvering out of the way I catch them. Bringing her panties to my nose, I inhale deep.

“Fucking heaven.”

I shove the thong in my pocket and toss the bra over my shoulder. Taking a step towards her again, she holds her hands up to halt me.

“Wait. Wait.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Is it still complicated?” She raises a brow in my direction.

I sigh and place my hands on my hips. “Nothing has changed since yesterday.”

Narrowing her gaze, she draws the line in the sand. “Then you keep your hands to yourself, big guy.”

“Fine. Hands to myself it is.” With a wicked gleam in my eye and a slow grin promising mischief, I undo my tie, unbutton my shirt, and let it fall from my shoulders. Making sure I have her captivated the same way she has me, I slowly unzip my pants and fist my hard cock.

I almost blow right then and there like a teenager having sex for the first time when she nibbles on her lower lip.

“Asher…”

“Hop up on the counter, Spencer, and spread those thighs. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

All doubt leaves her with my dirty words. My Princess likes it when I talk dirty.

Saving that info for later.

No. Not later. There will be no later. This is a one-time deal. I can never let it go any further than this.

Spencer stalks toward me adding a little sway to her hips, then she pivots and goes to the countertop next to me. Leaning back on her elbows she opens her legs revealing her needy pussy. She looks perfect like this, spread open wide for me. I wish I could impale her on my dick and never leave. She looks so fucking tight.

“Have you been drenched like this all day? Aching for me?” My question is met with a deeper pink coloring her cheeks. I smirk at her.

Yeah, she isn’t as unaffected as she pretends to be.

“Use your fingers and rub your clit. Show me how you made yourself come in the shower yesterday while you shouted my name.”

Her eyes go wide. “I didn’t?—”

“Don’t lie. We both know you did.”

Embarrassment coats her skin, but she still follows my instructions. Gliding her hand between her perfect breasts and down her abdomen. When she reaches her core, she circles her bundle of nerves and moans.

“Good girl.”

Careful not to end this too early, I squeeze the base of my dick. I’m close already and we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.

“Give it a little flick,” I instruct. When she does, I give her more praise which has her preening. “Just like that. That’s it,” I say in a husky voice.

The back and forth motion of her finger has a flare of jealousy stir up. It should be my fingers there. Not hers. Her legs should be wrapped around my waist—or my head.

“Eyes open and on me, Princess. I want to see what you look like when you cum,” her eyes snap open and connect with mine and I swear I feel the act tug on my cold, dead heart. “Take two of your fingers and feed them into your pussy.”

When she does, she cries out, “Asher!”

My name. She screamed my fucking name . I shouldn’t be itching to hear it again, but I fucking am. I need it.

I finally start to pump my shaft in time with her movements. I watch her pussy tighten around her fingers and know she is close, so damn close.

“Look at you. Look how you’re soaking the counter for me. So fucking wet.”

“Asher, please,” she whines.

“Tell me what you need, Princess.”

“I–I don’t know. Just please.”

Eyeing the can of whip cream, I snag it without losing the rhythm of fisting my dick in that delicious up and down motion.

I shake it and her eyes go wide. “What are you doing?”

“You said no hands. You didn’t say anything about my mouth.”

Heat flares in her eyes again, and I add a drop of whip cream to each of her nipples. I look back up at her, waiting for consent. When she gives her head a small nod, I dive in like a starving man. I take as much of her in my mouth as I can and suck. Her back bows off the island and my ears are met with that glorious sound again.

“Asher! Oh shit. Asher!”

Her enthusiasm spurs me on. Once her nipple is as hard as a fucking diamond, I let her mound pop free from my mouth and I give the other the same attention.

“Yes, please. Please, Asher, please. I’m so close.” Her hand between us moves faster now.

I let her breast fall from my mouth and straighten.

“Me too, Princess,” I pant. “I’m going to paint your perfect little body with my cum.”

Spencer must really like my filthy mouth because she cums right then and there. The sight is nothing short of a religious experience. Her muscles tighten and she screams again.

The next thing I know, I’m cuming with her and do just as I said, paint her with my cum. I ride the high for what feels like forever.

When I come back down to Earth, I’m leaning against the countertop between Spencer’s legs and my free hand is planted on the marble next to her head. She’s staring up at me bewildered and I’m betting my expression matches hers, because what the fuck? I’ve never cum so hard in my life and I wasn’t even inside her.

Coming back to my senses, I stand up and tuck myself back in my pants. I wet a towel at the sink and begin wiping my cum from Spencer’s body. Washing away any and all evidence of what we just did as if it never happened.

I should do the same, wash this memory from my mind. I can’t say I regret it. I would be lying to myself, but my priorities need to come first. My job, my family. Spencer has wormed her way under my skin without even trying and it’s vexing. I can’t let her burrow any deeper.

Once I have her clean, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to bed. On the short walk to her room, she passes out cold. I lay her on the bed and rummage through her closet for something to dress her in.

When dressed, I tuck her under the fluffy comforter, but then I find myself reluctant to leave. It’s like I have concrete blocks attached to my ankles. Each step away from her is difficult and it doesn't get easier the further I get.

An hour later, Rio and Zane find me with a Corona in my hand as I sit on the couch staring out the window.

“Honey, I’m home! I even wore your favorite shirt.”

“Shut up, idiot. She’s sleeping,” I hiss.

“Already? It’s still early, and we brought Thai,” Rio says with a frown and holds up the two bags of take out in his hands.

I ignore him and go back to sipping my drink, not in the mood to put up with their rowdiness right now. I’m mentally banging my head against a brick wall. I told Spencer it was complicated. Fuck. If it was complicated before then it’s a fucking shitshow now.

The woman drives me fucking crazy, and not to mention Rio and Z are already head over heels for her like a pair of love sick puppies.

Interrupting my pity party of one, Z takes a seat next to me.

“We had a chat with the fuckup duo today.”

Just what I need, to focus on something that should have my attention.

“Oh yeah? How’d that go?”

“We got what we needed.”

Waiting for him to elaborate, I give him a look conveying I’m all out of patience for the day.

He leans back and explains, “They got rid of the files just like we thought. Well, ‘got rid of’ isn’t right. More like they hid the physical copies and erased the digitals from the system.”

“Assholes. They say why?”

“I said we got what we needed,” Z reiterates.

I cross my arms and wait.

He sighs. “They frequent a strip joint called Euphoria up in Yonkers. Turns out some of those girls shouldn’t be working there. They should be getting ready for prom, practicing for their driving test, planning for what they’re going to do after they graduate…but no. These girls work there and the owner has pictures. I dug into their finances to find the owner, but it’s a never ending trail of shell corporations owned by shell corporations.”

“What’s your take?” I ask.

“Rio and I think it reeks of Cain, but how Cain and a small-time consultant like Anthony Cole are connected, I haven’t figured that out yet. If Cain is the owner, then that means Cain owed Anthony. What would a big fish like Cain need from a nobody like Anthony in the first place?”

Rio joins us on the couch with a plate of noodles. “Maybe Anthony is a supplier.”

“What? Like Anthony kidnaps women and children and sells them to Cain?” Z asks, leaning back in his seat.

Rio shrugs a shoulder. “It’s a possibility. We have to ask ourselves what does an asshole like Cain need? Product.”

“We need more info on Anthony Cole,” I state, eyeing my two best friends wondering if they're thinking what I am.

“Absolutely not,” Z says.

Yep. He’s reading my mind.

“She lived with him, Z. For months. Plus, she was romantically involved with him for way longer than that.”

“Don’t you dare say what that fucker did to her was romantic,” Z seethes.

“You know what I mean.”

“Rio? Back me up on this.”

“I don’t know, muchacho . She’s our best source of information. Besides, talking about it will help her. And who better to be there while she lets herself break than us?”

Zane levels a glare at Rio. They don’t argue often and it has never come to blows, but Zane looks like he could punch Rio in the face.

“You know I’m right, Z.”

Zane’s anger wavers as he stares down at his balled up fists. “Shit. I know.”

Rio abandons his plate of food and sinks down next to Zane. “This is how we help her heal and move on.”

Struggling with words, Zane just nods.

“So, what’s our next step?” Rio asks.

Zane stares at his hands. “Well we let Dustin go, so next we follow him.”

“More like dropped him in the dumpster,” Rio mumbles.

We all let out a dark chuckle together because we know a dumpster is exactly where the trash belongs.

“It’s going to take him some time to wake up and then get himself to the hospital, so I give us three or four days before we need to tail him,” Zane assesses.

“Tracker?”

“Implanted in his back where he won’t see it. I’m sure he won’t even notice the pain.”

I nod in approval. This isn’t our first rodeo and it won’t be our last. We all know our roles and our strengths. We utilize them where needed.

“How’s your case coming?” Rio asks me.

“I’m up shit creek without a fucking paddle,” I say as I drag my hand down my face. “The floral company said the order was paid for in cash and the guy wore a hoodie and sunglasses.”

“So, no description,” Rio adds.

“Yeah. No chance of prints on the box since it was delivered by the floral company, but I know it’s him. I know it’s this fucker that has had me chasing my tail for months.”

“Spencer is convinced it was Anthony. Not your guy,” Zane says unhelpfully.

“I know, man, but my gut is screaming at me. It’s him. I know she thinks it’s Anthony, but she hit her head multiple times. Not to mention the adrenaline that was pumping through her at the time. We all know how that can affect someone in the moment.”

“She swears up and down it’s Anthony though,” Rio argues.

“Whose side are you fucking on?”

“The truth has no sides,” Rio says firmly.

Fuck. Can’t argue with that.

“Whatever,” I raise from my spot and head to the door, discarding my beer on the way. “I’m heading out, I need to get some sleep. I’ll see you shitheads in the morning.”

“Sweet dreams, Wolf!” Rio calls after me.

Ignoring him, I finally leave Spencer's intoxicating scent behind. I’ll be able to think more clearly without her near.

My shoulders droop from exhaustion as I stroll to my Camaro. I’m not looking forward to the long drive home. I’m only stopping there to pick up supplies before I head out again.

I told Rio and Z that I was going to get some sleep, but I never said where I’d be sleeping.