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  Grabbing his ass, she tried to direct the top from the bottom position as she tried to guide him into her deeply and firmly. He got the message and chuckled, “You’re a little bossy.”

  “I’ve not said a word. Any bossiness is coming from you. You are the one who likes to be the director of this program. I’m just a booster making sure that things that are supposed to happen… happen.

  He nuzzled down her neck moving down lower as he pumped into her body filling her with warmth and making her feel complete. She’d had plenty of orgasms in her life and most were fun, but this one seemed like it was going to be deeper than usual. She wondered if she’d be able to hold out until he was done with this exquisite torment that she wanted to last forever.

  When he finally got to her breasts, she was almost overjoyed. She didn’t know what was going on with her, but her whole body felt super sensitive even more so than usual. He pulled one of her hard nipples into his mouth, and she cried out.

  “Mmmm, you like that baby? Good. I like your nipples. I feel like I could stay here licking and sucking on you for a good while.”

  As much as she hoped it was true, she also hoped that it wasn’t possible. She wanted him to get to the good part even though she wasn’t sure how he did his good part. He liked slow or so it seemed. Even now that the two had been going at it, he didn’t seem to be willing to hurry his pace.

  “Yes, go faster Sonny,” she said, knowing it sounded like a wounded little puppy. It was almost too much for her to take. She started the struggle and could tell that he didn’t know what exactly was happening. He allowed her to flip him, and he just watched what she was doing.

  “You took too long, so now I get to fuck you.” She smiled down at him because the tone of her voice sounded so domineering.

  It was hard to miss the delight in his eyes, but she was able to set up her own pace as she guided herself up and down on his hard cock. She wanted to go as slow as he had been going to let him see how hard it was to take, but with his thickness spreading her open as she rode up and down on his stick, she wasn’t able to keep it slow. She wanted it all, and she wanted it right now. He put his hands on her hips to help her with her cadence, and he would never know how much she appreciated it, because for all her bravado, she could be somewhat clumsy at times, and she would have hated to fall off her horse and ruin it for the both of them.

  “You like to be in control I see.”

  She didn’t answer but continued to bounce up and down on his shaft. He surprised her by moving his hands up her torso and lightly playing with her nipples. She felt like a live wire, and everywhere he touched seemed to spark.

  “But I like to be in control too.” His tone was as calm as always but she’d heard some steel in there as well. Not really concentrating on that, she just knew that if she could get both of them off she’d consider this a job well done, but she couldn’t seem to round the corner on her arousal.

  He flipped her, and she found herself on her back once again, but this time he was over her and looked like an animal. Damn she loved it when a man was so close to orgasm that all the manners, charm, and niceties went out the door. This man was rutting and fucking her hard and strong, and she could feel her body tightening as it prepared to release in convulsions. Tighter and tighter she got with every thrust and every shaky breath until she didn’t think she could go any higher, or feel any tighter. When Sonny groaned out his completion and she could feel the flexing of his cock in her, the world around her splintered, and the body that had been wound up tight released itself in a series of contractions. The waves of pleasure moved throughout her body leaving her relaxed and somehow vulnerable. She closed her eyes to hide the feelings and softness that would be on her face, but when he didn’t move from being on top of her, she was curious of what he was doing.

  She opened her eyes to see Sonny looking down at her with a slightly worried look on his face.

  “Are you alright?”

  Ella almost wanted to ask why he was asking her that but wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.

  “Of course. What about you?”

  “I’m as right as rain.” He gently withdrew from her, and she could tell that it had been awhile since she’d been ridden since her pussy was just a little sore from being out of practice. She watched him walk away and lay in bed thinking about how good she felt at this very moment. When he returned with a couple of wash cloths to clean themselves with, she wondered what happened from here. Did she just get up and leave or did she offer to make breakfast?

  “Wow, you are a loud thinker,” Sonny whispered, and she had to smile at that one. She had been thinking rather hard, and it must have shown on her face.

  “Contrary to how it appears, I don’t do this often, so I’m not sure what comes next.” She wanted to be honest without sounding like she was naïve. She’d had a few one night stands before but none recently, and the experience she’d just shared with him made her feel like she didn’t want this to end just yet.

  “Whatever you feel like doing is fine with me. It’s a little late so we could order a pizza and go for round two or watch television and then go for round two.” He finished cleaning up, put on some shorts, and offered her a tee shirt.

  “I’m guessing you’re not done with me?” she said feeling lighter than she had while she was trying to figure out the next step. Taking the shirt he’d given her, she’d put it on and wondered about this man who had clean laundry folded in his drawer. She sat back on the bed and waited for him to finish what he was doing.

  “Not by a long shot.”

  Ella had a job to do, but decided she could take a few hours to spend with the most interesting and exciting man she’d met in forever, but it wasn’t far from her mind that she had less 48 hours to make a phone call to tell Bruce the whereabouts of Tyson Adler. The time was ticking and she was wasting it, but tomorrow was as good as any to get started. Whoever was the owner of that name had a whole heap of trouble getting ready to fall on their head, and she was just thankful that for once she wasn’t involved with the trouble.

  Sonny laid next to her on the bed and pulled her into his arms, and they lay looking at each other.

  “So what’s it going to be?” he asked and she thought hard to remember the question. “Before round two will it be pizza or television… or a mixture of both.”

  “I think I’ll go with the third option, Sonny, and have both.” That this big bear of a man was playful as she was just knocked her socks off, but now it looked like he was thinking of something heavy to tell her. “What just crossed your mind a few minutes ago? Are you hoping I don’t want pineapple on my pizza?”

  He smiled at her, and it was stunning. This man could probably get whatever he wanted from whomever he wanted if he sprinkled the request with that smile.

  “Before we go any further, I want to say something. I’ve done some things I’m not proud of, and one of them was to tell you my name was Sonny. My grandfather used to call me that but not many other people.” The big bear of a man looked sheepish, and she found herself more charmed than she should have been with a guy telling her that he’d lied to her.

  She didn’t understand where this was going, but if it was something he felt he needed to tell her, she would listen.

  “When I introduced myself to you earlier, I didn’t know we’d end up here.”

  “So you were giving me a phony name just in case I tried to chase you later?” Ella tried to lighten the mood like he did, but it didn’t work as well as when he did it. He continued to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes like the other smiles he’d granted her.

  “Something like that. How about we start again?” He pulled away from her a little to offer his hand. “Ella, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Tyson.”

  Her stomach dropped, and she felt a little nauseated. What were the chances she would meet a man named Tyson when she went to one of the four places that the man regularly hung out. Bruce had told her that the man was rarely
at the first bar she went to, and she’d been glad. She just wanted a quick drink until she’d seen this yummy specimen sitting at the bar. Drawn to him, she wanted to see if his inside was as inviting as the outside. Unbelievably it was, and she had made an offer she never had before. She’d felt bold and sexy when he accepted and seemed to think her luck was turning for the better.

  “Tyson is not the most unusual name, but you don’t hear it very often,” she said wondering how she was going to find out if the man that she slept with was the man she was looking for.

  “I guess not. Besides me and Mike Tyson, there aren’t that many of us around.”

  “Oh, so Tyson is your last name?” Ella asked and prayed that it was, because then she wouldn’t have to think about what she’d been paid to do. If it was for another man, she promised she would do it and feel no remorse.

  “Nah, I was just saying that was the only other Tyson I knew of. My last name is Adler.” He hopped up off the bed and walked out the room. “Come on let’s get you fed.”

  She watched his retreating back and a phrase her mother used to say popped into her head. Speak of the devil… and the devil appears. That phrase scared her then as much as it did now, maybe even more so.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Tyson couldn’t believe the beautiful and lusty Ella had just fallen into his lap, but it encouraged him to find out more about her and to put his plan together so he could get the money for the Reapers. He watched her look around his kitchen for plates and cups to eat the pizza that had just arrived, and he was fascinated by the way she moved. She was very efficient with her movements as if she didn’t want to waste time or energy, and she didn’t ask many questions. Actually, since they’d left the bedroom, she hadn’t said much at all.

  “Do you need any help?” he asked as he opened up the pizza boxes and let the pies cool down.

  “No, you have everything organized pretty well, so things are easy to find.” She would barely look at him, and what she was doing didn’t require as much focus and effort as she was putting into it. He intended to stop her frantic motions when she placed the plates on the table.

  “Ella?” He was trying not to startle her, but his voice came out a bit more loud and gruff than he’d wanted it to, and he looked at her to see what she would do.

  She stopped for a second and just looked down at him. He couldn’t tell what was going on with her. Maybe it was buyer’s remorse, but whatever it was, he wished she’d either tell him about it or let it go. She was making him anxious just watching her anxiety.

  “Yeah?” She sounded like she had been running a race which was almost impossible in the little kitchen he had.

  “What’s going on? You are acting funny.”

  She seemed like a woman who liked her information straight forward, and he liked it the same way. That was how she came across at least.

  “I don’t know. Just nervous but I’m going to calm down now and just enjoy the time we are spending together.”

  “What I said about round two doesn’t have to be. If you’d rather we just eat and go to sleep or I can take you home. I don’t want you to feel like you owe me something. If this isn’t mutual on both of our parts then we can end it here.” He was a man who loved women, and he respected their decisions even if it meant he wasn’t going to be able to dip his cock into the sweetest, juiciest pussy he’d had in a good long while. It would hurt, but knowing she wasn’t into it would disturb him more.

  She smiled at him and made him think that he wouldn’t have to worry about it. For some reason, it appeared that a large weight had been lifted from her shoulders. He didn’t know what she’d been worried about or what made her stop worrying, but for now he’d just take the smile for what it was: a pussy pass for the evening.

  She put a few pieces of pizza on her plate, and he poured the lemon lime soda into both of their glasses. They enjoyed a few bites before she started asking questions.

  “So what do you do when you are flirting with women at your local bar?”

  He watched her dig into her pizza and was shocked at how fast she could put it away. When she suggested he buy three extra-large pizzas, he wondered what he was going to do with all of the left overs, but watching her enjoy her meal, he had begun to doubt that he’d bought enough. Tyson really didn’t know how to answer her question, but for some reason wanted to share his story with her.

  “Actually I’m trying to win some money. It’s a long story, and I probably shouldn’t be sharing it with someone I’m trying to impress, but I’m hoping that the luck you’ve brought with you will extend to the luck I need at this particular point in my life.”

  She didn’t reply, but her eyes looked interested, and she nodded in appropriate spots.

  “I owe some people a lot of money, and I haven’t been the smartest in how I went about borrowing it or returning it. I’m hoping they won’t start looking for me until Tuesday night.”

  “That’s three days from now,” she piped in but continued to eat and watch him talk like he was an action packed film.

  “Right. There is something going down that I hope will be able to get the money that I owe and clear me from my present situation.”

  “How much do you owe?” She was full of questions, and he had to give it to her. She didn’t scare easily… maybe because she had just gotten out of prison. It probably would take a lot to scare him too if he’d seen the inside of a cell for any length of time.

  He cleared his throat because it was hard for him to even come to terms with the number himself. Placing his pizza on the plate, he prepared to watch her run out the door. “I owe about two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

  Her eyes widened, and she froze right where she sat which was remarkable because she hadn’t stopped eating since her butt touched the seat. He waited to see what she would do with the information as the seconds seemed to turn to hours. When she broke eye contact and started fidgeting in her seat, he knew she was going to at least say something.

  “That’s a lot of money. What in the world did you need that for?” And just like that she went back to inhaling the pizza like there wasn’t a prolonged moment of silence that almost choked him.

  “Well it started off with a few thousand dollars that I knew I could pay back. I was lucky and winning at whatever I put my money on, but slowly I started losing. Not all at once, because sometimes I would win, but more times I’d lose. I had this big plan to get out of the hustle and have a motorcycle repair shop, because it was something that I could do and make money legally. I was tired of roughing people up for not having the good sense to make a deal with loan sharks. Unfortunately I fell into the same trap.” Confession must be good for the soul because, it seemed like the more he shared with her the more the big ball of stress that had been in his stomach since he realized how much money he owed and how much he didn’t have was slowly unfurling.

  “What do you do for a living, Sonny? I mean Tyson. It’s going to be hard to remember to call you Tyson since my mind wants to say the name you told me first.” She was honest with him, and that was what he enjoyed the most about her… well it was a tie for the thing he enjoyed the most.

  “That’s the funny part. I worked with a motorcycle club, The Highway Reapers. I did odd jobs for them mostly collecting money from people who didn’t want to repay their loans.” It looked like she lost all the color in her face, and he wondered if she was afraid of motorcycle clubs. Most of them had a bad reputation, but they weren’t that bad while you were in them at least.

  “You worked with the group of men you borrowed money from?”

  “I did for a while, but when I got good at gambling I was very lucky, and thought I’d have a job working the poker table and the horses full time.”

  “People really gamble full time?” She reached in for the last piece of the second pizza and started in on it immediately.

  “I thought I could. The money was coming in buckets and, I think I got a bit full of myself. When the
streak was over, instead of stopping, I kept betting higher thinking I could get my money back the next time.”

  “The next time what?” She was good at asking questions that didn’t sound like she was condemning you; she was just trying to figure out why you’d do such a thing.

  “The next time I played poker or bet a horse. It’s something that’s hard to explain, but you feel like the next time you do something, it’s going to be the time that saves you.”

  “It took you being two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in the hole to realize that you should probably slow down a little?” She looked like she was amazed by the number, but then again so was he.

  “I didn’t actually borrow that much, but when you get money from loan sharks you’d be surprised at how fast it all accumulates. There are fees for being late and fees for requesting more money. I’ve probably gotten one hundred and seventy five thousand from them, and while that is no small amount of change, every day the price gets bigger.”