Page 3 of A Brother At My Back

She cried out in protest, which I swallowed whole when I set her down but there was no fucking way… I shrugged out of my jacket and cut and laid them out on the rough wood surface behind her. She was struggling with my belt and made a happy noise when she got it to release. Holy Christ on high, this was really happening!

As soon as her hand wrapped around me, I groaned. Shit, there was still way too many clothes between me and her. I went for the button and zip on her shorts. As soon as they were free, she gave this sexy little shimmy of her hips and they slid right down her silky legs.

I’d broken the kiss to watch and heard myself moan, “Oh God, yeah,” at the sight of her little striptease. I put my hands on her hips, fixated on that barely-there landing strip, inviting my eyes to the apex of her thighs and I lifted her up and she gave a happy squeal along with a little giggle. I planted her ass firmly on the satin lining of my jacket and pulled her forcefully to the very edge of the table so I could get at her.

“Spread those legs for me, Sugar,” I murmured, and she gave me a salacious little grin.

“No glove, no love,” she taunted, and held a condom out to me. I blinked. Where the hell had that come from!? I didn’t care. I tore it open with my teeth, let my pants fall around my thighs, and rolled it on. She wiggled closer to the edge of the table with another sexy little shimmy and I grinned.

“Last chance to say no, Baby,” I told her and she smiled up at me with an intense carnal glee.

“You chickening out on me?” she asked, her voice sexy and low.

“Fuck no.” I slicked my head against her lips and pushed my way inside. She moaned, deep and throaty, and threw her head back as I pulled myself into her. I closed my eyes and breathed deep, drowning in the smell of roses and sex.

“Goddammit, you’re tight,” I said between gritted teeth.

“Oh, you feel so good!” she cried, and edged her hips to meet my thrusts.

She was so warm, wet, and alive! This beautiful, writhing creature in my arms… and I didn’t know a thing about her. Shit, though, from the moment her lips touched mine, the second my cock slipped inside her, she was mine. This weren’t no one-and-done. Mmmm, I liked this bitch and I was determined. I was gonna find out everything there was to her.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I breathed and I tried to hold off for as long as possible before I came… but nothing, nothing ever came close to that first time; to my Tilly.

“Oh, god,” she groaned, “yes,” as I spilled myself into the condom inside her.

I drew back and gave Tiffany a sad little smile.

“Mm, you are entirely too fucking good at that,” she said. “No wonder half the bitches up in here want to do you or say not to say no.” She gave me a smile that was miles sadder than I’d given her.

I pulled out and tucked myself back into my pants, condom and all, and wouldn’t look at her. I wanted to hold on to the vision of my wife, of that first time, for just a little bit longer before the guilt and the fractured heartache crept in. The close quarters of Sugars’ back room pulled me completely from the memory of that long-ago night, that first time, way sooner than I was ever ready to let it go. It was the way of things now. My punishment. My cross to bear. My fault, for letting it happen and for getting her killed.

“And who you calling beautiful? Sure as hell didn’t sound like you meant me,” Tiff said lightly, voice edged with forced sarcasm. I traced a gentle finger down the scar along the side of her face, the reason she would say that to me. Tiff wore a Venetian mask when she danced or she hid behind her long brown hair that was so like Tilly’s. Almost nobody got close enough to see the scar, let alone touch her. I felt privileged the girl would let me pay her to fuck her. She was that kind of stunning. And to the right kind of man, the scar only added to that beauty; it didn’t detract.

“You are beautiful,” I said and I meant it. “You’re just not her.”

Tiff was young and had a story, it just wasn’t none of my business. We kept it to sucking and fucking every once in a while when she was short on rent. I tried to treat her right, I definitely overpaid her, but there was only so much my broken heart had to give and money wasn’t going to buy her happiness. Just her body from time to time.

“Hey, don’t.” She touched the side of my face and regarded me with sad blue eyes. “You do that and this won’t work for either of us anymore and I need the money,” she said softly. She moved her barely-there scrap of panties back over her puss and slid off the backroom’s counter.

“You’re good to me, Dragon. I can’t do this if you feel guilty for it. I can’t…”

“Sorry, Darlin’,” I stopped her soothingly with a crooked grin, pulling her short satin robe up onto her lithe shoulders.

“Don’t be,” she said with a brave little smile and pulled the two sides of her robe together, retying the belt. “Can you do me one favor, though?” she asked quietly.

“Sure,” I said, finishing doing up my pants and belt.

“Who was she?” she asked. She was back to hiding the scarred side of her face behind her hair. I brushed it aside and drew her close, laying a line of soft, butterfly kisses along the length of the seam in the side of her beautiful face.

“She was bold, unafraid, an adventurous woman. She was my wife.” I told her, leaving off the ‘And I killed her.’ I handed Tiff a wad of bills, I never paid any of the other girls I did this with. I didn’t have to. Most of them were just happy to have the President’s cock in ‘em. Tiff was special. Tiff was young and didn’t need to let me fuck her, but she needed the money. When one of the more seasoned girls had come to me and told me about her, that some of the guys were getting a little rough with her, I had her sent my way.

“Thank you,” she said somberly. I hooked a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her forehead to my lips.

“You need to find a different line of work, Baby,” I murmured against her hair and she nodded.

I let her go, and went out the back exit into the summer night, intending to head back to the club. I found myself at the overlook instead. Palms flat against the scarred wood of that fucking table. If I closed my eyes and breathed in real slow and deep, I could almost smell it… that hint of roses and sex.

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