Page 6 of A Brother At My Back

“I don’t know what to do,” I said frankly.

“You said that,” he said with a soft grin and he looked me over.

“Since you’re here, you mind?” he asked, quirking a brow and I frowned slightly.

“Will you help me if I do?”

“Shit, I’ll get you the help, and I’ll pay you for the privilege for right now, too,” he said.

I nodded and he did something unprecedented; he drew close and put his lips on mine. In all the times we’d ever fucked or boned, he’d never kissed me. Not once. Partially because I knew I reminded him of his dead wife, and partially because I tore a page out of the Pretty Woman Art of Hooking handbook. I didn’t kiss my clients. I held that back for myself.

He didn’t let his lips linger on mine too long, trailing them in a soft caress along my jaw to where he typically liked them to be, the side of my neck. I closed my eyes and tried to get into it, but it was hard. I wasn’t used to there being a bed. This was far and away more of an intimate setting than I was used to. Not to mention, I had on way more clothes as a starting point.

“Last time, Sugar,” he breathed in my ear. “Relax a little for once.”

I didn’t know what he meant by ‘last time.’ When it came to selling myself for sex, I honestly hoped it wasn’t my last time with him. He paid well above what my going rate was, and compared to some of the other guys, he wasn’t half bad. He actually cared if it felt good for me, not just whether the show I put on was convincing.

I sighed out and closed my eyes, concentrating on the feel of his mouth against the side of my neck, the tickling sensation of his beard against my skin, the feel of the warmth of his hand against my waist. He pulled my shirt from the waistband of my jeans and slid a hand underneath and I let him.

It was a strange sort of consent, of willingness when it came to sex for money. While your heart rebelled, your mind overrode it. I wanted this with my head, and when it came to Dragon? Easily halfway with my heart. It was frustrating, though, because as much as I wanted it with Dragon, what I really wanted I knew I would never have. Just the illusion of it, and wasn’t that what I was selling? Illusions? These men, Dragon included, knew I didn’t want them, but I had to pretend that I did.

I needed to go through all of the motions, the sighing, the moaning, the arching and the trembling… except with Dragon, unlike any of the rest, half of it, if not more, was true. He didmake me sigh, and he did make me arch, and out of all of them, I did actually let go enough to come from his attention without much accompanying guilt.

This time was different, and it was more than just our surroundings. I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, maybe it was the buzz kicking in from the good tequila, who knew? But I did manage to let go a little more than usual when he slid a hand down the front of my jeans and teased at my clit. He was the only one of my clients to even pay attention or care that it existed.

“You gonna come for me a few times tonight,” he said with assurance.

“I think I’d like that,” I murmured back, and I felt him smile on the side of my neck.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered, and I closed my eyes and toed off my boots at the same time I lifted my shirt over my head.

“You want me to blow you?” I asked.

“No, I want you to ride my face if you don’t mind.”

“Not a usual request, but okay.” You’re buying, I added silently. Almost as a way to remind myself that this was business. The alcohol was mellowing me out, my muscles relaxing some, and if I wasn’t careful, my guard would slip. I couldn’t let that happen, no matter if I held a sort of affection for him.

He pulled back and we both set about stripping down to nothing, quickly and efficiently.

“Boys don’t know what they’re missing,” he said when I straddled his head, hands on the headboard to help support myself. He wrapped strong hands around the tops of my thighs and pulled my bald pussy to his face, licking me in one long stroke from opening to clit.

I closed my eyes and bowed my head, trying to let go enough that I wouldn’t focus on the fact that, as attractive as he was, he was old enough to be my dad. So many odd and strange little thoughts went through your head when you took this kind of work, but when you were as broke and as desperate as I had gotten, beggars couldn’t be choosers, you know?

He stabbed his tongue into me and I gasped appropriately. It sounded good, but what he was doing wasn’t really getting me there, at least, not yet. I needed to let go, and funny enough, I really wanted to let go tonight. I wanted to leave Silas, and all of this fucking bullshit behind for a night. For once, I wanted to feel good and hey, if he was offering and I was getting paid besides? Win/win.

He slapped my ass and I yelped and looked down at him, offended. He raised his eyebrows and growled out from beneath me, “More tequila.”

I laughed and that somehow broke some of the tension. He gave me a nudge and I climbed off of him and went for the bottle. I picked it up by the neck, the glass smooth; the paper label slick against my palm and took a mouthful from the bottle. I held it out to him where he lounged back against the bed, his dick standing at attention, the veins in it nearly pulsing.

He shook his head and I shrugged and took another pull, shaking my head, realizing how this must look from his perspective. Shit, I instantly felt bad. It wasn’t like he was unattractive, he actually was pretty much the opposite. He was smokin’ hot, for an older guy.

Strong brow, sharp cheekbones, smoldering dark eyes, and super muscular. I mean, he had to be pushing sixty and he still had a six-pack. The epitome of a silver fox. I pushed the thought out of my head when it rose unbidden: Didn’t he just have a grandson?

“Sorry,” I muttered finally after a third pull from the bottle.

“For what?” he asked.

I felt myself blush, which wasn’t that rich? The whore, blushing. I bowed my head and let the curtain of my hair hide my face when I said, “I don’t want you feeling like I need to be drunk to do you. That’s not it, I promise you’re hot.”

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