Repo (The Henchmen MC Book 4) (21 page)

"Rule?" I asked, brows raising. That was a new one for me. I'd never run across a man with sexual rules.

"You always come first," he said, using my hair to drag me back to my feet.

"Well, I think I can get behind a rule like that."

"Right now, I'm getting behind you," he said, smile a little boyish as he released my hair, my scalp stinging slightly. "Hands on the fence, Maze," he commanded, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet and pulling out a condom.

Feeling anticipation flutter in my belly, I turned to face the fence, spreading my arms wide and grabbing the fence as per orders. I stood that way a long minute, long enough for me to almost look over my shoulder to make sure he was still there, before I felt his hands grab the waistband of my jeans and, without bothering to unfasten them, yanking them roughly down my legs. I felt his body move in behind me, his feet settling inside of mine, his cock pressing against my ass. One of his hands slid up my back, sinking into my hair, wrapping it around his hand and yanking roughly, making me arch back. "Hands stay on the fence," he reminded me as I automatically moved to get closer to him and ease the smarting of my scalp. His other hand moved out and squeezed my ass cheek hard once before guiding him between my thighs. I couldn't even build up any anticipation before he slammed hard and deep.

I cried out his name as I clenched around him, my hands pulling at the fence as I stuck my ass out further.

"Fucking perfect view," he said withdrawing slightly, his voice tense as his hand went to one of my hips, digging in and using it to pull me backward as he thrust deep again. There was no reservation after that. He fucked me fast, rough, his fist pulling my hair harder with each stroke of his cock, his hand occasionally slapping my ass cheek as he kept up our frantic pace, me shoving back into him, greedy, needing release. My moans came out loud and uncontrolled, so wrapped up I was completely unconcerned with being overheard.

I didn't get the slow build-up, the expected suspended sensation that always proceeded an orgasm. No, it slammed through my system completely unexpected, my legs going weak and Repo's hand had to go around my waist to hold me upward as he kept thrusting through the rapid waves of pulsations deep inside.

I came down to reality hard, sucking in a breath I hadn't been aware of holding. Repo held me against his chest, his stubble grazing my neck as he teased my earlobe with his tongue and teeth.

"Now," he said, voice still rough and it shivered through my satisfied system, "let's see if we can convince you that nothing ever has or ever will feel as good as my cock in your ass, huh?"

And, well, was there really any way to deny him anything?

Especially with a promise like that and the fact that he seemed wholly capable of delivering on it.

"Okay," I said, turning my head toward the side on his shoulder and he leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose.

"Okay," he agreed, hand going between us and stroking his cock up my slick cleft. "Nervous?"

"No." First because, as much as I trusted anyone outside of K and his team of badasses, I trusted Repo. Second because, I'd dated Thato for a long time then a couple other guys over the years living in the city. And, well, let's face it, every guy made a move to try anal at some point. I couldn't exactly claim those had been altogether pleasant experiences, certainly not orgasm-inducing, but it was a different kind of intimacy and it was fulfilling a desire of someone you cared for.

I felt his cock slide up toward my ass, pressing there hard for a second but not sliding in. "You need me to slow down, tell me," he instructed, one hand pushing against my lower stomach as he slowly penetrated. I closed my eyes, breathing deep as he filled me. "You alright?" he asked as I felt him push fully inside.

"Mmmhmm," I murmured, meaning it. Like I expected, it didn't feel like the most amazing thing in the world, but it was nice.

"About to be a whole lot better," he promised, nipping into my earlobe as the hand on my belly slid lower and moved between my thighs, his thumb pressing against my clit and a finger thrusting inside my pussy.

It was right then that I realized Repo was nothing if not an honest man. Because with the way my sex clenched and a rush of wetness coated his palm, I knew he was somehow going to make good on his claim.

His thrusts started slow, tentative, as if waiting for any resistance or objection. But with his thumb working my clit and his finger working my G-spot, all I felt was the strong, almost overwhelming anticipation of an orgasm that threatened to rip a hole through the sky and let me see into heaven for a moment.

"So, how's this going for ya?" he asked through my increasing moans, his tone a little teasing.

"Shut up," I laughed, reaching up behind me and wrapping my arms around his neck as his thrusts got faster, his fingers more insistent.

I felt my sex tightening, hinting at completion. The thrusts got even faster as his finger raked across my G-spot and his thumb pressed in hard and I just... shattered.

There was no other way to describe it.

The orgasm coursed through my system, starting at my clit and G-spot and exploding outward until it overwhelmed my entire body.

"That's it, honey," Repo growled against my ear as his thrusts got harder for a moment as I came back down before he planted deep and jerked once upward as he let out a curse as he came.

We stayed that way for a long time, him still inside me, my arms around his neck, one of his arms low on my hips, the other just under my breasts, our breathing ragged, our heartbeats frantic.

"Fuck yeah," he said after a long silence, his tone sounded sated but also pleased.

"I second that," I smiled out at the fence.

"Alright, gotta deal with this condom," he said, carefully slipping out of me, pulling his boxer briefs and pants back into place then walking across the field to his cars where there was a garbage. I reached down, pulling my panties up then unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans so I could pull them back up. By the time I was finished, Repo was back, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him.

I looked around a little frantically, worried about being seen, as I was led around the side of the compound to the fire escape. Only then was my hand released and only because we needed both of our hands to climb the narrow stairs.

"What are we doing?" I asked as I followed him to stand on the roof.

"Your job. Without all the unnecessary walking," he said casually, moving to the center of the roof where there were actually milk crates set up to sit on.

"Did you guys sit around and laugh while watching us walk the grounds during the disgustingly hot or rainy days?" I asked, lowering my eyes at him and he looked sheepish.

"Maybe a little."

"Oh, you fucks," I laughed, shaking my head as I moved to sit down on the crate across from him. As soon as my ass hit it, however, he reached across, grabbed the crate, and slid it directly in front of him. His legs went out wide at my sides, his hands landing on my knees. His eyes were intense as he watched my face, so penetrating that I had to resist the urge to squirm. "What?" I asked when I couldn't take it anymore.

"We haven't finished our talk."

"Oh, come on, Repo. We don't..."

"Jesus fuck, since when is it the dude who has to try to force the chick to have 'the talk'?" he asked, rolling his eyes a little and giving me that boyish smile I was really beginning to like seeing. "Look, I'll keep this simple. I know you're going to hate me for a while and resent me or whatever. But regardless of all that, I plan on convincing your stubborn ass that it was just work, nothing personal. Because personally, I'd like to have you here within arms-reach at all times so I can fuck you any time the mood strikes."

"That... wow... that was
so
romantic," I teased though inside, my belly was doing the flip-flop thing again.

"Figured flowers and candy and poems weren't your thing. Thought you'd prefer some honest-to-God truth instead."

He was right. After so much deceit and uncertainty in my life, I really appreciated someone just laying it on the line for me, even if it wasn't particularly pretty.

And with that, I felt the flip-flop sensation get replaced with a big, hard, ugly pit of guilt in my stomach. He was being brutally honest and I was being anything but.

"Tell you what," I started, choosing my words carefully. "I can't make you any promises, Repo. And I will probably resent and be pissed at you a lot, but for the time being, anytime you want to sneak off and find a field somewhere," I smiled, "let me know."

"We're never gonna fuck on a bed, are we?" he asked, his eyes dancing.

"Where's the fun in that?" I countered and he laughed.

"You've got a point."

"So, ah, are you going back in or what?" I asked a minute later when we both just sat there, looking around at the fence line.

"Embarrassed at being seen with me, huh?" he asked, smirking.

"More like I'm not looking for any reason for Reign to kick me out any sooner than necessary."

"Can I ask you something?"

There was a seriousness in his tone that made me stiffen a little. "You can ask."

"Why stick it out? If you know it's not going anywhere, why not just cut your losses and head out? You can't possibly enjoy the grunt work."

"No, but I'm not a quitter. I'll stay until I'm not welcome anymore."

"Hate to break it to you, honey, but you're not exactly welcome now," he said, snagging my milk crate again, this time spinning it so my back was to him. His arm moved around my center, pulling me back against him. Feeling me stiffen, he pulled me tighter. "Don't worry, I'll get out of here before anyone can see us. Just relax."

Relax.

Easy for him to say.

He wasn't going to be kicked out of the organization that could keep him safe from some crazy Russian brothers.

And he wasn't weighted by the knowledge that, by getting kicked out, we would be losing what we had come to find with each other.

But that was my burden to shoulder.

So I leaned back against Repo's strong chest and we did our jobs and I pretended to ignore the growing sadness settling down deep inside me.

Fourteen

Maze

The next three days did two things.

One, I was constantly sex-sore because when Repo said 'fuck you whenever the mood strikes', he meant it. And that mood struck at least twice a day. Once, I was pulled back toward his cars under the pretense of handing him tools and waxing the car (both things he totally forced me to do, by the way. Being
with
Repo didn't get me any special treatment) and then he fucked me against the hood like he had fantasized about. There was another time in his back seat, me on top riding him hard and fast, our bodies slick with sweat in the summer heat. And my shifts tended to be at night or in the morning so no one would see us when he would grab me and fuck me hard and rough or slow and sweet. Repo had no standard for how he liked to fuck. He wasn't one of those guys who only had one move, one speed, one preference. He followed the mood and that meant I got not only spoiled by orgasms that threatened to make me dumb, but experience with types of sex other men had never afforded me before.

We still hadn't had sex in a bed.

Two, I sort-of maybe got a little too wrapped up with my little affair to remember why I was at The Henchmen compound in the first place. I still texted and called K. But as the days passed and he heard nothing and I saw nothing, I felt a sense of ease start to settle over me again.

I blamed all the sex.

It got me all hopped up on the endorphins and dopamine.

It gave me a false sense of security.

Yes, false.

On the fourth day after we sort-of unofficially got together, I got called into the kitchen by Reign who had his head stuck in the fridge.

"What do you need, Reign?"

"Food," he said, slamming the door. "Repo usually keeps us stocked. Don't know what the fuck he's been up to." Aside from fucking me nonstop, that was. "Take this," he said, reaching into his pocket for a wad of cash that, judging by the hundred it was wrapped in, made a huge sum of money. "And this," he added, going into a cabinet to grab keys then hand them to me. "That's to the Explorer. You need the trunk room for the bags. And no girly shit. Get the shit you usually find in the fridge."

"Okay. On it."

I didn't even hesitate.

I should have hesitated.

Because K had been very specific about not leaving the compound, especially not alone.

Things had been fine.

I went to the super market. I loaded up on the basic veggies Repo always seemed to like handy as well as: eggs, yogurt, dips, chips, and an obscene amount of meat for dinners. I paid with Reign's money that was all hundreds in that wad. Apparently arms dealing was quite profitable.

I was halfway back to the compound, stuck behind a fender bender for long enough for me to cut the engine to wait it out.