The Virgin Duet(19)

I start to rub my palm across my nipples and chest, imagining it’s her hand. I’m rubbing and jerking off when she cums for me. I see her body tense up and she throws her head back with a cry. She slowly rubs her clit as her legs lock up and her hips move in time. I see her * pulse around her fingers, looking for something to grip, and my cock leaks precum, wishing it was inside her.

After a moment, her breathing evens out and she gives me a shy smile of satisfaction.

“Again.”

“Bray…”

“Again, TInk. Now.” I can hear the pleading in my own voice but I don’t care. I need to see it again.

She spreads her legs wider and begins to rub again, my demands turning her on even more. The second orgasm doesn’t take as long, and in a few minutes she’s cumming.

Watching her * clench around her fingers again is all I can stand. As her orgasm takes her over, I get on my knees and go to the end of the bed. I have the sudden barbaric need to mark her. Have something of mine touching her.

“Lie back,” I demand and she moves into position.

I haven’t stopped rubbing my cock since she took off her panties, so it only takes me two hard pumps before I’m cumming on her. Big thick streams of cum splash across her soft belly, and the sight of it makes another round of cum shoot out. By the time I’ve finished squeezing all the cum out of my cock, her sweet little tummy is covered.

“Mine.”

“What was that Bray?” Mark asks, and I blink my eyes, trying to focus on where I am.

“Excuse me?”

“You just said ‘mine’. Did we misinterpret the ownership area?”

“No, sorry. I thought we were discussing something else.”

Mark gives me a quizzical look as if to check to see if I’m dying. This would be accurate since I’ve never misunderstood anything we’ve gone over.

At that moment my phone buzzes.

“Hank is here to see you,” Cindy says, and I’m thankful for the interruption.

“Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got another meeting I need to attend.” I stand and the team exits. Just a second after the last man is out, Hank comes in.

He’s a big guy, but blends in and comes across pretty nondescript. Average height, average face. Pretty much the perfect person to not draw attention to himself—including attention from law enforcement.

We walk over to the small couches that face one another and both take a seat, one on each.

“So, give me the update I know you’ve got,” I start. It’s best to just get to the point with Hank.

He pulls a manila envelope out of his jacket and opens it up. He’s written a report and provided pictures. “I’ve been keeping a guy on Sam for the past few weeks, but from what I can tell, it hasn’t turned up much. He’s checked back into the motel she was at a few times, but mostly stays at a Nico’s warehouse over on Queen Street. He seems to be pretty far under his thumb, running deliveries and sticking close to him.”

“I don’t care about what Nico is up to, I just want to make sure he isn’t coming after my girl.”

“Your girl?” Hanks says, giving me a half smile.

I give Hank a look that says he’s crossing a line, and he goes back to the report.

“I asked around and found out some interesting information you might like to know. Apparently brother dear was so deep in debt with Nico he had no way of paying it back. So he either had to work it off or come up with another offer.”

“What do you mean ‘another offer’?”

“Nico is in to some bad shit. Arms dealing, drug manufacturing, and there are whispers of sex trafficking.”

My heart stops beating at his last words, and I feel all the blood leave my face.

“Yeah. It’s what you think. Nico wants Rebecca. I think he set up bad deals for Sam in order to have him so far in debt, that was the only way out. From what I hear though, he isn’t looking to sell her, I think he just wants her. But my advice to you is you should cut your losses now before you get tangled in this. Nico isn’t a guy you want to get in the way of.”

I glare at Hank and he just shakes his head.

“Thought you’d be like that. Look, I’m not going anywhere, and if it comes to it I know we can handle it, but what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t warn you?”

“I understand,” I say as I nod my head. It’s the only response to what he’s telling me. I can’t let Rebecca go. Not yet. Not ever.

“I’ve done as much research on Nico as I can, and it seems to me the best option we have is to offer him something else he wants just as much, or take him out. I’ll keep looking for other options, but so far this is it.”

I have no doubt Hank would take Nico out without a second thought. “What else could he want more than her?” I question, because I can’t think of one thing that would be more valuable than her. How often does one find a fairy?

“I don’t know. But if this gets ugly, you ready to go down that road?”

I nod my head, and it’s all the confirmation Hank needs. He grabs the envelope and puts everything back in his jacket and walks out. There’s no way I could let Nico, or anyone for that matter, get their hands on my Tinkerbell.

After he shuts the door behind him, I sit on the couch with my elbows on my knees and my fingers steepled against my lips. I think back to everything I’ve done to get to where I am now and what I would do in order to keep my life how I want it.