SINdicate: A BT Urruela FanFiction Novel: Cerberus MC Book 1.5 (17 page)

He scrunches his nose up. “I’m not hungry for food, and I don’t want to waste our time together eating.” He smirks. “Well, eating food anyways. Besides, Nutella is some nasty shit.”

I narrow my eyes at him and point at the door. “Get out.” A moment of confusion marks his face until he sees me smiling. “If you don’t like Nutella we can’t be friends. Dealbreaker,” I tell him and begin to slide off his lap.

He grips me tighter to his chest. “I’m a peanut butter guy myself.” I look at him with disbelief. “Seriously! I can’t keep the stuff in my house; I’d eat it all in one sitting.”

“I guess you can stay,” I say with a big smile.

His face grows serious. “How are you doing here, Aviana?”

The mood in the room shifts immediately. I go to climb off his lap, but his hands hold me in place. “What’s happened?” His voice is laced with anger and regret.

“Nothing,” I answer softly. The look on his face says he doesn’t believe me. “Seriously, BT. Nothing has happened. One of the new guys got handsy with me yesterday, but Frankie shut him down. He didn’t try anything after that.”

“Frankie was here last night?” I nod. I can see the anger in his eyes. “He wasn’t with Vito and me yesterday. I assumed he had the day off or something. What else?”

I frown. This is not how I want to spend my time. “Well, I had words with that girl that called me a skank a couple days ago, but she didn’t hurt me or anything. Oh,” I say remembering my time with Darby after their last visit. “Vito hit Darby in the face. Her cheek was swollen and bruised. It was hard for me not to tell her it would be over soon, but she says she’s ready to get out. She doesn’t want to be here anymore.”

“Everyone will get out, Aviana. I’m working my best to make that happen as quickly as I can.” I give him a weak smile. I know he’s doing everything in his power, but I don’t know just how much power one man can have. I haven’t given up hope, but as each day goes by, the time they gave my father dwindles, my safety fading away with it.

“I know you will,” I tell him. I twirl a lock of his hair at the base of his neck, and the atmosphere in the room begins to shift.

His eyes shine up at me, and I think we’ve been talking enough. I lean in and press my lips against his, running my tongue along the seam.

He gives as much as he gets, groaning when I suck the tip of his talented tongue into my mouth. He pulls away too soon, and I grumble my displeasure. He releases my ass and brings a gentle hand to my cheek. “I thought you’d be mad at me because of what I did before I left last time.”

My core clenches at the memory of his thickening cock near my mouth. “My feelings were hurt,” I admit. “But I know why you did it.”

“Vito made me grab that condom. He’s going to think I had sex with you,” he says tentatively. “I’m going to let him, Aviana. He can’t think anything other than sex is going on between us.”

I rotate my hips against him, happy to find him hard and ready. He wants me as much as I want him, and I smile with feminine pride. “You don’t have to lie to him,” I whisper reaching for the zipper of his jeans.

He places a trembling hand over mine, much like he did the night at his house. “Aviana,” he says in a pained voice.

His rejection hurts more now than it did then. I lean forward, leaving my hand on him. I place my cheek on his shoulder and sigh. “I want you to make love to me,” I plead. I feel him grow thicker under my hand.

“Not here,” he says softly.

“I want this.” I pull my head off his shoulder and look him in the eye. “I need this. I need to feel like something in my life is a choice.” He reaches up and wipes away a stray tear I didn’t know I released as it rolls down my face. He grips the back of my neck softly.

“Avi,” he says with sympathy in his voice. He tugs me to his mouth. I melt into his gentle kiss, overcome with emotion at his sincerity.

“Not here, not like this, baby.” His lips move against mine as he speaks. “I’ve got help coming; it won’t be much longer.”

I don’t ask what he has planned. I know if he tells me I’ll fixate on it and won’t be able to think of anything else while he’s away. My time here would be more torturous than it already is.

“Let me take care of you,” he says sliding the top of my tank lower, revealing the swell of my breast.

His thumb traces the swollen, tightness of my nipple. I arch my back into his hand, needing to feel him everywhere.

“Please,” I beg.

He shifts our weight, so I’m on my back on the bed, and he’s hovering over me. Sitting back on his knees I watch as he pulls the condom from his pocket. He tears it open with his teeth; the sight causes chills to run over my body. The anticipation of him changing his mind makes my body tremble.

My heart falls when I see him unroll it and toss it and the empty wrapper to the floor. “Have to make it look right.”

I don’t have a chance to argue when he settles his body over mine and licks his way over my shoulder. With sure hands, he pulls my tank top off and tosses it behind him. He must know I love the feel of his skin because he discards his shirt as well.

He settles back over me, but his height and my shortness keeps his erection from rubbing where I need to feel it most. I swivel my hips in hopes that he’ll oblige, but he doesn’t. My legs are splayed wide to accommodate his width as he licks and kneads my breast. The course feel of his hands on my flesh makes me groan loudly.

With quicker speed than the first time he visited, his mouth is lowering down my body, and he’s tugging my sweats free.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he says as his mouth lowers to my wet flesh.

There’s no teasing, no preamble this time. The shock of his quick descent has my back arching off the bed. His mouth leaves me, and the only thing I can feel is the rush of his hot breath against my skin.

I look down and find him staring back up at me. “So, you’ve dreamed about this?”

I nod my head. “Many times,” I admit breathlessly. “Reality is so much better.”

He chuckles and attacks my clit vigorously. I grip his hair in both hands, my body taking over my brain. My body moves against his mouth roughly without thought.

I whimper as I feel his hand slide up my thigh. I’m well aware of what those fingers are capable of, and the prospect of them in me again is electric. Unlike last time, he teases me with the tips. I shift my hips again trying to get them to slide deeper, but he holds me still with a large hand across my stomach.

“Easy, baby,” he mildly chastises, “make it last.”

I mumble my frustrations until he slides deeper, his mouth working my clit and moving sensually over my flesh.

“Fuck!” I yell as my orgasm hits with little to no warning. I pulse against his mouth, and he laps at my oversensitive pussy.

“Mr. Cock,” Vito says from the open doorway.

BT moves so he’s covering my body from the sight of the door. My body is trembling both from the climax and the realization that we’ve been interloped upon and didn’t even realize it.

“Time to go,” Vito slurs. We haven’t been in here long, so he’s either drunk off his ass or high as a damn kite; my bets are on the latter. Darby mentioned he likes coke as much as he likes fucking.

Light fills the empty doorway as Vito wanders away from the door. Brazenly, BT leans in, kissing me with more passion than I’ve ever felt in my life. My lips are swollen by the time he pulls away.

“Thank you,” he says against my mouth.

“I should be thanking you,” I admit.

He shakes his head slightly. “Believe me, baby. The pleasure is all mine. Keep dreaming about me, Aviana. I’ll be back soon.”

He grabs his shirt from the floor, turns and gives me a wink, and closes it softly behind him.

BT

Vito was so fucked up when he came to the door of Aviana’s room he didn’t even have a mind to ask me about getting caught eating her pussy. I know he’d be suspicious if he wasn’t high. Clearly he believes the girls are only here to be used and not pleasured. Why they want to stay, I have no idea. I was pissed when I had to leave. I was nowhere near done with tasting her. Fuck, she comes like a champ.

I don’t know where he went after he dropped me off, but he could easily kill someone if he got on the road. He’s never told me where he lives, but I’m almost certain he stays here in the hotel as well. When we leave, we always get the car out of the underground parking and not from the valet area.

I didn’t get much sleep last night, but the knock on the door close to seven doesn’t startle me. It’s the normal time we usually begin our night. What does surprise me is Vito standing in the door with a huge smile on his face. He seems to recover from a bender faster than most.

“What’s that smile about?” I ask and turn to grab my hoodie.

“You’ll see,” he says dismissively and turns toward the elevator.

It’s Wednesday night, and if it’s anything like the last couple of nights, the night will drag on. I know the weekends are busier than the days in the middle of the week. I hate the fact that I’m having to work for these bastards, but nights that seem like days kill me. It’s almost like basic training all over again, when a twenty-four hour period seems like it’s a week long. Having no contact with my family, friends, and Scout makes it even more miserable.

A short ride from the hotel later and Frankie pulls up in front of a strip club of all damn places.

“What the hell?” I say looking out the window at the flashing neon lights for the ‘fabric-free entertainment.’ The verbiage makes it seem like it might be a classy place, but the borderline vagrants I see going inside tells me it’s not. I’ve been to my fair share of places like this, and the first clue that it may be a shithole is the fact there is no valet; the classier places always provide that service.

This place is off the strip. It hasn’t gone unnoticed that Vito and Frankie avoid the strip like the plague, but I’m almost certain that all the locals do the same. The guys I’ve been forced to pretty much mug have been in the darker recesses of town as well.

“Your birthday is Friday!” Frankie says enthusiastically as he parks in the dark lot beside the establishment.

I almost correct him, but remember that according to my ID Mike Hawke’s birthday is in a few days.

“We have work to do Friday, so we figured we’d celebrate a few days early,” Vito interjects.

Just what I need, fucking strippers.

“We have too much to do, guys,” I say hoping we’d go to work instead of this.

“We get the day off,” Frankie says with a brotherly slap on my back. The contact makes me cringe, but I can relish the fact that these guys, at least, like me a little bit. Why else would they go out of their way for a birthday celebration? Then realization hits. They want to see strippers, but they’re responsible for me. They should’ve just left me in the damn hotel room all night.

“Why waste our money here?” I ask. “We could easily go to the top floor of the hotel and handle business there.” It seems like a brilliant idea to me.

I hear Vito chuckle. “You addicted to Aviana’s pussy or something?”

I do my best to control my anger. He’s got no business even mentioning her. If I want to keep attention off myself, I have to play by their rules, no matter how much I despise them. I shrug. “Now that I got a piece of that ass I need more. Plus, I don’t have to work for it.” I smile, and he doesn’t seem to realize in the darkness that it doesn’t reach my eyes. “You guys have the perfect setup. She’ll eventually be used up. What happens when she’s not as fresh as she is now?”

I don’t know if pressing him for information is a good thing, but I need more intel, and they’ve not given me any detail about The Cat House that Aviana mentioned.

“Don’t worry about her, Mr. Cock,” Frankie says slinging his arm over my shoulder. “She’s still got a few good years left in her, I’m sure.”

I want nothing more than to throw his arms off of me and snap his neck, but that can’t happen so I just fall into step with him and make our way to the front entrance of the club.

The smell of sweat, whiskey, and stale cigarettes assaults my nose as we enter the club. Flashing strobe lights do their best to hide the flaws of the women on the stage. I’m equal opportunity, so I love many body types on a woman. I can appreciate skinny girls as much as I love big breasts and a thick ass, but what this place has is none of the above.

The lighting is horrible which only benefits the dancers as well as the men paying to see the performances. The woman on the stage met her stripper shelf life at least a decade ago. She’s either a heavy drug user or in her forties, and I’m not talking hot, MILF-action forty either, because there’s sex appeal in a hot older woman as well. This sad soul is wrinkled in all the wrong places, her skin is clearly dry either from too much time in the tanning bed or long days spent in the direct sunlight. Her hair is a mess and fried beyond repair. She’s just… nasty.

These women are nothing like the girls back at the hotel, so I’m flabbergasted as I watch Frankie shimmy his way up to the stage and throw down some money at her feet.

“What do you want to drink?” I hear Vito ask from beside me.

I look back to the stage. To get through this night? “Whiskey,” I answer. “Lots of fucking whiskey.”