Sold to the Hitman

Book 4:

Chapter Fifteen

Jenn

Okay. Let’s try this plan from a different angle.

"And are you feeling stressed now?" I asked in a sultry voice. Don’t ask me where that came from. I didn’t even recognize my own voice. I guess I just slipped for a bit and cooch took over.

"Let’s see. I have an incredibly sexy woman in my house, whom I’ve paid some major dough to have my way with anytime I want, yet I can’t because I’ve brought a bit of discomfort to her. So, yeah, I guess you might say I’m a tad bit stressed", before my brain could fully regain function I laid my napkin next to my plate and pushed away from the table. Richard kept his eyes trained on me the entire time. As I walked toward him, he sat back in his chair and tilted his head to the side with his eyebrows furrowed in question, waiting to see what I intended to do. I slid between him and the table and sank down to my knees.

"What are you doing, Jenny?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.

"Stress management." I smiled, unfastening his belt with an unbelievable amount of confidence.

"Are you sure about this?" he said, scooting his chair back a bit to give me more room.

"Mhmmm" I unzipped his pants and laid the flaps open as I kissed along the bulge just under his Calvin Kleins. Richard ran his fingers through my hair and then cupped my chin, lifting it so that I met his gaze.

"If you keep that up much longer, I’m not going to be able to stop you."

"Then don’t," I said, dipping my head down to continue my previous actions. He pushed his chair back further until he was out of my reach.

"Not until I’ve had my dessert", without warning, he lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the table, pushing the dinner dishes away. His hands were on both of my knees as he spread my legs and pulled himself closer. Then he moved up my thighs slowly, dipping under the hem of his shirt and pushing it up along the way. We both watched as he revealed my nakedness beneath, and I gasped when I heard a feral growl from deep in his chest. I had always kept myself sufficiently groomed in that area because, well, you just never knew when you might end up in some sort of freak accident and someone might have the need to see something down there. He licked his lips while ogling my cooch, and then he finally lifted his eyes to mine.

"I’m sure you won’t mind if I kiss this and make it all better", without waiting for my response, he spread me wider and began to suck the skin on the inside of my left thigh.

"Um, Richard?" I started in a shaky voice. "Hmm?" he hummed as he continued to work his way up my thigh.

"Do you really think the dining room table is the best place to do this? I mean, it can’t be very sanitary."

"I eat all my meals at the table," he mumbled against my thigh. I suppose he had a point, and I probably wasn’t going to win that argument, even if I really wanted to. Besides, it didn’t matter because by then, he’d reached my center and his nose was nuzzling my love nubbin. I felt his tongue run along my folds and I grabbed on to the hair of his head to hold on because it felt like the world was spinning way too fast. He position tilted my hips up, and brought his face close, until I could feel him breathing into the hot core of me. I held my breath. He licked me, one deliciously long lap of his tongue, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head, my toes curling. When he started circling my c**t relentlessly with his impossibly fast tongue, I lost it, writhing and whimpering, pulling at his hair, trying to grip in vain, and finally settling for gouging at the top of his shoulders with my nails. He slipped one big finger inside of me, groaning against my sensitive flesh as he pushed it in deep. He started up a smooth rhythm with his finger while his tongue worked its magic. My vision went dark, than light, as the most delicious o****m washed over me in voluptuous waves. It didn’t stop for long minutes. Every time I thought it had stopped, another decadent tremor would wrack my body. I fell apart and came back together again, my whole world thoroughly rocked.

"There. All better?" he chuckled with the sexiest grin on his face.

"Mmm-hmm," I barely eked out, nodding my head like only an i***t would. He sat back in his chair, remnants of the ice cream and my juices glistening on his chin. I was so mortified that I actually blushed. I mean, that much wetness couldn’t be normal, could it?

"p***y à la mode—my favorite." He grabbed his napkin, wiping his mouth and chin. He pulled away and cleared his throat. "I have some work to do tonight, you can do whatever you want in the meantime", with that, he walked away and left me sitting on the table, stunned to silence, in a postcoital haze, and wearing nothing but his shirt.

Chapter Sixteen

Richard

I had to get out of there. Her taste and smell were everywhere, and she was sitting there in my goddamn shirt, looking sexier than she had any right to be. Did she not have any clue whatsoever about the amount of restraint it took for me not to impale her with my c**k right then and there? But she had to have still been sore, and ramming my d**k into her unabashedly wasn’t going to do anything but make that situation worse; which also meant I’d have to wait even longer to do it again. And once I had her there was no way I was going to be able to keep myself from taking her over and over again, on every surface in the house. And my house, much like my c**k, was pretty damn big. Control. I had to maintain control and have a little more patience. All good things come to those who wait. Right? I sat down at my desk and suddenly became aware of the massive hard-on I had been sporting since she walked into the dining room wearing nothing but my f*****g shirt. I groaned at the pain my rock-solid d**k, twisted and mangled into a very uncomfortable position, was causing me at that very moment. I could’ve used it to drill a railroad tie. I got up out of my seat and pasted the room until my hard on was gone. I walked out of my office and walked downstairs into the dining room.

"Jenny", I called but no answer. The table was cleaned out from the mess I made earlier so I walked into the kitchen.

"Hello?" Again no answer, she must be sleeping. I walked around the house turning on each of the alarms. I hate the fact that she thinks she's being held captive, but I can't let her out of my sight with the little info I have on Santiago's whereabouts. Just the thought of someone else causing her harm triggers an unwanted amount of anger inside of me. But that wasn't the main problem; the main problem was her friend Eva or Sophie..... Whatever her name was; she's going to be a problem with trying to keep Jenny hidden, so I'll just have to keep that friend closer to Jenny than I'll like. Maybe I'll get Sean to help me out with this little situation, but first I'll have to find out more about this Sophie girl. I pulled out my phone out my pocket and dialed my PI's number.

"Mr. Galloway Sir." He answered on the second ring,

"John, I need you to find out everything you can about my girlfriend Jenny Styles’s best friend. I don't know much about her, other than she's in her mid-twenties and attended NYU."

"Yes sir, how soon do you want this information sir?" he asked.

"In the morning John, it looks like you're in for a late night. Goodnight John." I ended the call. I walked upstairs into our bedroom and saw Jenny asleep on the bed. I took off my clothes until I was left in only my boxers and laid down next to her. I took a few strands of her hair between my fingers and played with it until I drifted off.

Chapter Seventeen

Jenn

I awoke the next morning, my body still heavy with sleep; I turned my head to see Richard was lying on his stomach while I was perched on my side next to him. He was still sleeping, and I was gawking at all his naked glory. He had kicked the covers off sometime during the night, and when I woke I was immediately greeted with the glorious sight of his delicious body, his olive skin was maddeningly without blemish. Exquisite lips, full and defined, were framed by a goatee that looked so sleek and soft. His tattoos are what really intrigued me though, running my hands all over his hard body inspecting the details of the designs on his skin. Some of it seemed to be flowing patterns, but when I followed them carefully I could distinguish other images, like on his right arm there was an angle curled into a ball with her head buried between her chest and thighs, her hands were folded on top of her knees resting on her forehead, and the strange thing was, in her hand she held a gun. That is one strange tattoo that I'll definitely want to hear the meaning behind it. The last one was located on the side of his right rib cage, the numbers were 4160 written vertically. God this man is so strange. What does that even mean? I trailed my fingers tracing his tattoos a smile crept onto my lips and I reached forward to gently cup his face. As I delicately ran the pad of my thumb along his lower lip, he moaned before finally stirring. I knew I probably shouldn’t wake him before his alarm went off, but I couldn’t help myself. Lips like those had to be touched. His eyes fluttered open and immediately met mine: swirling pools of green, brown, blue, and amber so rich and deep, you could drown in them.

"G'mornin'," his scratchy morning voice greeted me. He puckered his lips and kissed the pad of my thumb.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you," I lied, and pulled my hand away."

'S okay. What time is it?" He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside him. He groaned when he read it and flipped onto his back.

"f**k. I need to get up and go in to work." He sighed and ran his hands over his face.

"Do you want me to make you some breakfast?" His hands fell from his face and he looked at me in surprise.

"You can cook?" I giggled at him, because apparently I was going soft.

"Yes, Richard. We simple blue-collar folk actually have to do that sort of thing, unless we want to die of starvation."

"Good to know. But I'll have to take a reign check on breakfast this morning since I have an early meeting and I'm running late." His face wore this adorable little smile.

"Okay." I slid out of bed as well and threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top. It would do until I was able to take a shower myself. Once downstairs, I turned on the coffee maker and grabbed my phone to call Sophie.

"Hey Sophie." I said softly.

"Well, it’s about f*****g time you called!" I heard Charlie's voice in the background. Apparently she was at work.

"Are you okay?"

"My cooch hurts, but other than that, I’m fine." I sighed as I poured some coffee in a mug. Sophie laughed.

"Dayuuum! He put it on you like that?" I laughed and I took a seat.

"We didn't have s*x; he just went down on me last night at dinner." I smiled as my mind traced back to last night's events.

"Holy s**t, at dinner? Where can I get a man like that", she sighed through the phone.

"He's got his carpet munch on? Dayum girl, how did you even manage to shag a man like that?"

"Sophie it doesn't matter." I said, trying to get her attention.

"Richard's being a total d**k about girls night, with his over protective ass. So we're having it at his house so I'll get his driver to come pick you up at seven okay?" I mumbled into the phone.

"Sure thing, babe. You'll tell me about his overprotective ass later."

"Okay. See you later." At least she didn't try to argue.

"Bye bitch." She yelled as the line went dead. After my conversation with Sophie, I finished my coffee and grabbed the dishes from last night and placed them in the dishwasher. On the kitchen counter I saw an iPod dock; scrolling through Richard's music selection was a waste because there were only five songs on the thing. I pulled out my phone and downloaded some songs from the iTunes store, when I was done I connected my phone to the Beats Pill I saw on the counter. As the music started playing, my mind drifts and I get lost in the music, I can’t help but move. There’s no technique to this; it’s just pure movement. My body flows, stretches, twists, and becomes an extension of the music; and there’s nothing but the music and my body moving. I’d forgotten about dancing. I’d let it go in the face of work and school. I’d lost it. Lost that part of myself, and now all the feeling and emotion just comes back.

"Wow", I stopped and saw Richard looking at me in amazement at the doorway. "Thanks." I breathe still gasping for air.

"Where'd you learn to dance like that?" He asked ask he walked up to me and placed his arms around my waist. "I thought myself, when I was younger I wasn't really allowed to do certain things or go out with any of my friends except Sophie, so when I was angry or depressed I'd put on some music and just started dancing." I said "and believe me I was never this good, it took five years of practice." He laughed as he dipped his head down and his warm wet strong lips touch mine, and I give myself over to the kiss, Richard’s mouth taking mine, giving me my breath back. I hold on to him, to his broad shoulders that are hard beneath his silky suit coat. He breaks the kiss and steps away.

"What song is this?"

"Ed Sheeran, Thinking out loud", I said still trying to gather myself from that kiss.

"I like it." He nodded in approval.

"Me too"

"I've got to go if you need anything don’t hesitate to call me, since today is Friday I won't be home until eight." He walked over to the counter and picked up the travel mug I set out for him.

"Can I borrow Connor at five so he can pick up Sophie." Okay, so I lied but since he's coming home late I might I well take advantage of the situation and have Sophie over early.

"Okay." He drops a kiss on my forehead and leaves. After Richard leaves I send Sophie a text letting her know the change of time. After walking around the house for what feels like hours, I walk upstairs to freshen up and decided to go for a run since this mansion doesn't seem to have a gym. I throw on a sports bra and some shorts with some running shoes. I set my phone on airplane mode and plugged the earphones in my ear and begun running. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to leave but I wasn't about to take that chance and find out so I just ran around the property, I ran pass the guest house that Lily told me about, the damn thing was as big as the main house. For the next two hours I gather my thoughts and think about my new life, on Monday Sophie will pay off my rent and school fees and then I'll be able to focus on my career.

Chapter Eighteen

Jenn

After I finish running I head back to the house and saw Richard standing in the doorway.

"Oh! Richard," she said with a look of shock. "I wasn’t expecting you home so early."

"Obviously," He said with a bit of resentment in his voice. "Where the f**k have you been, Jenny, I've been pulling my hair out for the past two hours."

"As you can see by attire I was out running." I said as I placed my hand on my hip.

"I told you that I wanted to know where you are at all times. Why did you leave the house and not answer the phone when I'm trying to f*****g call you?" He shouted, I hoped he realized that he sounded like a madman.

"I didn't leave the f*****g property, it’s like you live in the middle of a goddamn Savannah, and it took me three hours just to make two rounds." He was really getting on my nerves.

"And I didn’t answer my phone because I had it on airplane mode because I needed time to think, I'm not a f*****g lap dog to be at your beck and call 24/7." I yelled.

"You'll be whatever I want you to be." He snarled.

"You're disgusting."

"I'm in stainable sweetheart, there's a difference." He smirked. I stormed past him and ran upstairs to our room, I heard his footsteps behind me which made me move faster. I pushed open the door and slammed it shut before he could enter.

"Jenny don't you ever walk away from me, I don't think you'll like the consequences."

"I don’t give a flying f**k what you think."

"That smart mouth of yours will get you in trouble." He said as he pounded the door.

"Whatever, now would you leave so I could take a shower and get some rest", I tried to disguise some of the anger in my voice.

"Fine I'll let you freshen up and get ready for your friend's arrival, only because I have work to get back to and arguing with you is irrelevant." He said. "And by the way I have the master key for the house on me all the time so I could’ve simply just opened the door if I wanted to." As his footsteps got further down the hallway my body relaxed, this man really had an effect on me whether I'm angry with him or not which really isn't in my favor at all. After I showered and changed my clothes I texted Richard Sophie's address and time to pick her up to give Connor since I didn't have his number, after his one word reply I switched my phone to silent and took a nap.

"Please tell me you don’t lie around and sleep all damn day."

"Huh?" I sat up and blindly looked around the room, which really didn’t work well when my hair was all over my face like Cousin Itt from The Addams Family. My hands clumsily swiped at the rat’s nest, enough to part the curtain of mane so that I could see the little pissant that dared disturb my slumber.

"That was probably one hell of a dream if you can't even recognize your best friends f*****g voice." She said as a smile crept up her face.

"s**t. Sophie what are you doing here?" What time is it?" It's five-thirty b***h, your hot but gay diver came to pick me up at five on the dot and dropped me off at the door and imaging my surprise when it took me fifteen f*****g minutes to find you in this mansion just to find out you where upstairs sleeping." She huffed. I got off the bed and gave my best friend a hug. After I got out of my sleep haze I gave Sophie a proper tour, we found Richard's liquor cabinet on the way to the living room and picked up a bottle of Chateau Margaux 2009 even though I had no clue what it was. Once we got comfortable we scrolled through the channels and settled on watching The Vow, only because you can’t turn your back on a man like Channing Tatum. After the movie finished we walked over to the kitchen to pop some popcorn.

"So what's the deal with you and your new man?" She said as she sat on a stool around the counter.

"Huh? oh you mean Richard, it's nothing really, we've just started the 'getting to know each other' thing and it turns out he's a pain in the ass who likes to have everything his way. But good god other than being an inconsiderable jackass his body makes up for all the bullshit that comes out of his mouth." I said as Sophie's mouth formed a smirk and was staring directly behind me.

Chapter Nineteen

Richard

"Really" I said as I walked into the kitchen with Sean right behind me. I should've let her know I was coming home but I wanted to know what they'd be up too since I'm not around, and also because I left on a bad note earlier and didn't want to be a p***y for apologizing to her for no reason. It wasn’t right. The girl was killing me, one raging hard-on at a time. Blue motherfucking balls! I'm having an argument with her but I still want to f**k her, she's talking s**t about me and I still want to f**k her, I don’t know how I'm going to do this.

"s**t Richard, I hadn't notice you're home already." She blushed, "uhh um this is my friend Sophie, Sophie this is Richard and his....." Her voice trailed off.

"My friend Sean", I finished for her. They mumbled their hellos as I walked to the refrigerator to grab a beer.

"I see you ladies like the Chateau Margaux since you drank the whole bottle." Sean said as he took the empty bottle and threw it in the bin.

"Yea, we weren’t planning on drinking the whole bottle, but just tell me the price and I'll pay you back for it." She mumbled while taking some popcorn and shove in her mouth. Oh this one is gonna be good, I looked over at Sean and motioned for him to let me handle this one; he loosened his tie and took a seat next to Jenny's friend. I walked over to Jenny and stood directly behind her so that my now hard d**k was wedged directly between her ass, she tried to hide her discomfort by plastering a smile on her face. I dipped my head a bit her earlobe which made her jump, "sooo, you want to pay me the $150k now or some other time?" As the words left my mouth I felt her whole body froze, "or you could repay me in some other ways, although it would be me paying you since I could probably think of a hundred and fifty ways in which I could make you come. It's up to you to decide though, either way I'm not picky." I whispered for only her to hear, and was answered with a moan.

"I guess option two it is then." I said as I nudged my body closer to her.

"f*****g god Jenn, we just drank a bottle of wine that cost more than our net worth put together." Her friend hissed. Sean leaned over and whispered in her ear and made her face light up instantly.

"Damn bro, you just met the woman and your trying to shag her already, don't you think you need to get your d**k in check?" I said to my friend.

"Oh don’t mind me; I wouldn't mind getting shagged from Mr. Magic Mike over here." Sophie giggled. Dear god, the woman didn’t even know she was signing over her body to the devil himself. I hope for her sake she's smart enough to sign over her body alone and not her heart because Sean's too stupid to know what to do with any part of a woman that doesn’t include the parts that he shoves his d**k into. For the rest of the night we decided to stay with the girls to keep them company, after a couple of drinks, movies and conversations it was time to take Jenny to bed since we had our big day tomorrow. Sean offered to drop Sophie home which she gladly accepted, after Jenny mumbled her goodbyes to them both I carried her upstairs since she was drunk as a fish.

"I had fun tonight Richard." She mumbled as I laid her down.

"I know you did sunshine."

"Will your parents like me? I know your sister does because she told me so, and she told me some secrets about you which made me like you even more, because you only pretend to be bad and mean but you’re not, well not to me which made me think you like me, but if you liked me you'd f**k me already right? that's what I thought but Lily also told me you where mean to all your other 'girlfriends' so then I got to thinking maybe if I made you angry with me you'd f**k me, what ya think." She slurred. I chuckled as I got in beside her. "You've been doing a lot of thinking have you?" I asked.

"Mhmm, I have."

"Good to know, how bout we have this conversation another time."

"Okie." She said as she finally gave into sleep and so did I.

Chapter Twenty

Jenn

"Jenny," a husky voice sang into my ear as I fought my way out of a sleepy haze. I faintly registered the feel of a rather large, warm hand stroking the inside of my thigh and I moaned involuntarily.

"You should be more careful about the sounds you make in your sleep. Moaning like that might make me lose what little control I’m maintaining. It does unspeakable things to me." Hot breath washed over the skin of my neck, and the most delicious shiver ran down my back when I felt his tongue suck my earlobe into his mouth and then his soft lips closed around it. His hand began to knead my thigh as it gradually moved higher, causing me to squirm in an attempt to find the perfect placement for optimal advantage.

"But then again control is overrated." He places his hands on either side of my face, kneeling next to me, but not straddling me. His lips lower to mine, and now I don’t just lose myself in his kiss, but actively throw myself into it. I dive deep, drown myself. I suck his lip in between my teeth and lick it with my tongue, and I hold his face in both hands, and then caress his neck and shoulders with one hand while searching the hard ridge of his jaw with the other. Then my hands explore more. Oh, lord, oh, god. There’s so much to explore, so much to get to know. He kisses me unhurriedly and lets me learn him. My palms follow his chest, his ribs under his arms, over his back and down his spine. I hesitate, and then my palms move closer, clutch his backside in both hands. Cool and hard, firm. I explore the fullness of his backside and then down his thighs. I curve my hands over his quadriceps and to his hips. Then he pulled away. Yep you heard me right: He. Pulled. A. Fucking.Way

"What's wrong?"

"You owe me breakfast and I don’t want to get carried away and miss out on you cooking."

"Oh, okay." Phew, I thought something was wrong. I got out of bed and headed into the bathroom to freshen up, after I got out Richard was nowhere to be found so I just went down to the kitchen without him. Once downstairs, I grabbed a skillet from one of those fancy-schmancy thin Gama bobs that hung over the center island and put it on the stove. I danced my way over to the refrigerator and had to push a few things aside to find the—get this—butcher-cut bacon. Mmm-hmm. Apparently Richard Galloway did not do run-of-the-mill meat. I shook my head at the absurdity and grabbed the eggs. After washing my hands thoroughly, I prepared my station. The bacon was in the skillet and almost in need of a turn when Richard’s arm encircled my waist from behind. I felt a brush of his hand against my shoulder, and my hair was pulled back to reveal my neck. Instinctively I c****d my head to the side to tempt him and shivered in his arms when the tip of his nose ran along the length of my neck and he inhaled deeply.

"God, that smells good," He whispered into my ear. "And the food doesn’t smell too bad, either." He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and teased it with his tongue while his hands began to roam over my skin.

"I’m trying to cook." I giggled. "So cook." His hand slipped under my shirt and started playing with the waistband of my cotton shorts.