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away the rest of the horror show I was walking around with.

Afterwards, stepping out of the tub and cleaning the steam off the mirror I realized I’d never spent the night with a man that wasn’t paying me. I think that was why I was a little more timid than I normally would have around Wreck. Physically I felt a little better because of the shower, but I was still anxious. With my gross clothes back on, my scarf securely fastened around my neck, and my hair wrapped in a towel I left the bathroom. Wreck looked me over for a moment then turned away and focused on his phone call. He was letting his club’s president know where he was and what his plans were.

I hovered idly not knowing what to do or how to act then sat on the room’s inner most bed and examined the TV remote like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

I groaned inwardly. This was going to be a long, agonizing night.

“My kingdom for a fucking beer right now,” Wreck said ending the call and dropping the phone on the nightstand. He was mercifully oblivious to how awkward I was being. Wreck sat down on the edge of the bed closest to the door, slumped forward and ran a hand over his face and hair. From the way he moved and favored certain positions it was easy to tell that he was sore. “Should’ve paid that clown to get some of those for us too.”

Falling into habit I climbed onto the bed and kneeled behind him. Forcing the tremors out of my hands, I squeezed his strong, hard shoulders and started working the many, many knots out of his muscles. A massage was the least I could do for saving my life.

An off-color stain on the wall kept drawing my attention. It wasn't blood or anything sinister, just distinctive. Had I been in this room before? It was always so hard to tell because Patrick typically moved me at night and whenever I arrived I had to perform for the client. Still something about the stain bothered me.

Something about the whole room bothered me if I was honest with myself.

“You’re not on the clock.” He turned his head to the side, but couldn’t actually see me. It was enough to bring me back from my apprehension.

Be in the moment with Wreck, I scolded myself. You might not ever get another chance like this!

“You don’t gotta do anything you don’t wanna,” he continued with a grunt of satisfaction lowering his head to one side which gave several audible cracks from his neck.

I knew that. I would’ve told him to shut up and let me do this if I could. Instead I just continued. My fingers flirting with the collar hem of his shirt.

“Well hell. If you’re going to do it…” Wreck tore off his shirt to give me easier access.

My gaze cascaded down his broad back muscles only pausing to admire his tattoos or gawk at his scars. In the reflection of the mirror on the opposite wall, he saw the lust in my eyes as they flicked down and relished in my excitement. He knew that I wanted him. There was no hiding it now.

He watched without moving, content to let my hands explore his rough skin. My heart thumped quicker, egging my fingers on as they crested his collarbone and worked their way down into the deep grooves of his chest.

It wasn’t ever supposed to be like this.

I’d done everything in my power to push this man away and yet here he was. How did this keep happening? How despite everything do we keep getting thrown together? If I was a religious girl I’d wonder if it was fate.

I was not religious. No all good, all knowing God would ever subject a person to be the prisoner of a man like Patrick. No. This was just coincidence, dumb luck or random chance.

But so what?

If the stars aligned and the clouds of the shitstorm that was my life parted – even for just one night – I would be an idiot not to try and enjoy it, right?

The touch of his hand rioted my skin into a million pinpricks as it trapped my own, stopping me in my tracks.

“My turn,” he decided. Wreck slid his hand up my arm and reached over, pulling me on to his lap so we both faced the same direction. He leaned in and smelled my neck. Knowing he felt my sharp inhale made me blush.

Something about Wreck terrified me. It wasn’t his size, or the way he looked. It wasn’t what organization he was involved with or the fact that he’d killed people before. It wasn’t even that he was a dangerous criminal in general that frightened me.

No. What scared the hell out of me was that he might actually be a good man.

I’d known so few of them in my life that I didn’t know how to process a man like Wreck.

He towered over me in the wall mirror across from us. I sat basically in his lap as he worked his magnificently large hands over my shoulders, always careful not to get too close to my scarf. He went down my arms and sides, then finally crested my lower back. The pressure was heavenly. When he saw my eyelids half close, and head loll back he knew I was putty in his hands.

Wreck’s big arms slid across my stomach and he swept me into him. Our bodies pressed together. My ass was tightly positioned between his legs, the heat of his growing cock threatened to set our clothes on fire. I could feel the electricity course through my thighs and deep into my pussy.

“I don’t know what it is about you, but you’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.” His lips brushed against my ears as he uttered the words. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the day we met.”

And when I

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