Final Call (The Call #2) (16 page)

I nod slowly. “Aaron
doesn’t know, and I don’t want him to find out either.” I bring my
eyes to Tyler’s. “Please don’t tell him. I don’t know why I’m
telling you, except that it’s killing me.”

He says nothing for a
long moment. Then he jerks his head in agreement. “She wants
money?”

“A lot of it.”

“How much?”

“Too much. That’s how
much.”

He reaches over and
rests his hand on my shoulder. “How much?”

I close my eyes. “Two
and a half million.”

Tyler draws in a sharp
breath and withdraws his hand. “What could she know that’s worth
that much money?”

“Something that could
destroy everything Brandon, and now Aaron, have ever worked
for.”

“I don’t believe it’s
that bad.”

I put my glass on the
side and stand, turning my back to the man who looks so much like
the one I love. The one I’m trying to protect.

“Dayton.”

“This is ridiculous.
I’ve known you for two days. I have no idea why I just told you
that. Forget it. I’m going to bed.”

Tyler grabs my arm
before I can leave the room. “You told me because you need help,
and I’m guessing I’m the closest thing you have.”

I don’t reply. I don’t
know if he is or not. He’s just so easy to talk to and someone who
makes you want to tell him everything.

“What could possibly be
so bad it would destroy Stone?”

My mouth goes dry,
along with my lips, and I make a vain attempt at wetting them with
my tongue. My throat constricts around the sudden lump in it, and
my heart pounds so hard that it’s threatening to break free of the
restraints of my chest.

“I can’t help you if I
don’t know everything,” Tyler says softly.

I clench my hands into
fists. My nails dig into my sweaty palms, and I squeeze my eyes
shut. “Promise you won’t think any less of me.”

“My cousin, my best
friend, loves you. I thought the world of you before I knew
you.”

I take those words and
I hold on to them with everything. I can’t believe I’m about to do
this—tell him who I am. What my job is.

Am. Were. Is. Was.

I don’t know the
difference now.

My eyes sting with
tears. “Naomi knows the truth about who I am.”

“I don’t get it.”

“I’m a call girl.”

Chapter
Fourteen

Silence lingers heavily
after my words. The only faint sound is that of my heavy breathing
as my chest heaves.

“An escort. A whore. A
prostitute. Whatever you call it. I get paid for sex on a regular
basis.”

My words seem to echo
in the large living room. They bounce off the walls and ring out in
my ears. I cover my face with my hands, frozen in place, the
repercussions of my revelation flooding my body.

Shock. Disbelief.

Utter fear.

I expect Tyler to push
me from him in disgust. To tear his hand from my arm and recoil
from me. But he doesn’t. He puts his other hand on my other arm and
steers me back into the room, sitting me on the sofa.

He holds up a finger
and disappears into the kitchen, returning with my wine bottle and
a bottle of vodka. “Thought this was needed,” he mutters, shaking
the vodka bottle.

I smile weakly and
watch as he pours me some wine. “Surprise, right?”

“Aaron knows?”

“How do you think we
met again so coincidentally after seven years?”

“You’re the girl from
Paris? Fuck. That puts a new spin on things.”

I look at him, and he’s
rubbing his chin contemplatively. His eyes are narrowed, his lips
pursed.

“How does it?”

“Naomi despised the
girl from Paris. She knew she could never be that person. She never
knew you, but you were her worst enemy. She truly believed if you
never existed, Aaron would love her.”

“She loves him?”

“In her own way. I
think it’s more possession than anything. She wanted him, but you
always had him.” Tyler shrugs and takes a swig from his beer. “Any
idea what you’re going to do?”

“I wish. I don’t know
how I’m supposed to get that kind of money.”

“You’d pay her
off?”

“It’s paying or losing
Aaron. I can’t do that.” I hug my knees to my chest as the idea
stabs through my heart.

“Tell him.”

I shake my head. “No. I
still have three weeks to try and do something about it. If I
haven’t by then, I’ll tell him.”

“You could just go to
the police. I don’t know about you guys, but blackmail is illegal
here.” He looks at me pointedly.

“That’s too easy.” I
run my finger around the rim of my glass. “She’ll have guessed that
would be my first move and will have some bullshit plan in place.
She’s probably not even in America anymore. She’s not stupid.”

Tyler meets my eyes,
and in his, I see the brutal reality of this situation. I’m fucked.
I have so many options, but none of them are possible or plausible.
That doesn’t change the fact I feel a little lighter from telling
him.

“Dayton, Naomi isn’t
stupid, but she isn’t exactly smart either. She’s fucking with your
head, and when Aaron finds out, he’s going to go apeshit. People
don’t fuck with the people he cares about.”

“He said that to me
once,” I whisper.

“And they especially do
not fuck with you. I was there when he fired her. Believe me—they
don’t fuck with you and get away with it.”

I swallow. “I’m going
to bed.”

Tyler downs his beer
and stands. “I’m going out. I saw Aaron’s schedule earlier. He’ll
be back late. Go get some sleep, and we’ll both wake up tomorrow
like this conversation never happened. Agreed?”

I nod.

“Good. Now I’m going to
find some poor girl to bang this shit out of my system with.”

The front door closes
with a bang, and I sink my fingers into my hair.
Fucking
hell.
Why do I feel like I’ve just made my clusterfuck of royal
fuckery worse?

***

The feeling of kisses
being peppered across my shoulder draws me from my heavy sleep.
Aaron’s hand sliding up my stomach, his fingers splayed, ignites a
red-hot desire my body recognizes before my drowsy mind does.

I smile and roll onto
my back, blinking up at his gorgeous blue eyes. “Morning.”

“Morning.” He kisses
along my jaw, shifting his body closer to me. His erection presses
against the side of my thigh, hard and ready, and he wraps his arm
around my back. He flips me onto my side easily, his hand sliding
down to my ass.

My hips are pulled into
his as he touches his lips to mine. I slide my hands up his chest
and wind my fingers in his hair, savoring the feel of his lazy yet
deep kisses. I hook my leg over his, and Aaron guides it up over
his hip. My center is fully against him now, and I can feel his
rock-hard erection rubbing me through the material of our
underwear.

I ping his waistband.
He nips my bottom lip in response, sucking on it lightly before
taking it between his teeth once again and tugging. Each tug of it
evokes a tug in my lower stomach, one that reaches my clit.

“Take ‘em off,” I
mutter through kisses, flicking his waistband again.

He smiles against me.
“Patience.”

He unclasps my bra
before I can respond and takes one of my breasts in his hand. He
rubs my nipple until it hardens beneath his touch then pulls it
lightly. I gasp and grind my hips against him.
Sweet Jesus.
He repeats this several times before moving my bra away and sealing
his lips around my nipple.

The roughness of his
tongue against the tender flesh there and the hardness of his cock
rubbing my clit make me moan loudly. Aaron tastes my nipple almost
aggressively, leaning me back just so he can give the other the
same treatment. I arch into him, needing more of his touch.

His fingers slip
beneath my panties and he slides them over my ass. I move my leg so
he can remove them and kick them off when they reach my ankles.
When he moves to pull my leg back over him, I grab the band of his
boxers and tug hard.

“Fuck no. Lose ‘em,
baby.”

He laughs quietly. “Go
ahead, woman. Take them off.”

I do—with a little too
much vigor. Aaron smirks at my enthusiasm. Something I quickly wipe
off his face when I wrap my hand around his cock.

“Something funny?” I
ask, rubbing a drop of pre-cum around the tip with my thumb.

“Yeah.” He pulls my
hand away from him, loops my leg over his waist, and positions
himself at my entrance. “How you think you have a semblance of
control in this is beyond me.”

“Is that so?” I take
his lips with mine.

He puts two fingers
between our mouths. “We can finish this two ways, Dayton. You can
cooperate and we’ll go nice and slow, or you can push it and we’ll
go hard and fast. Understood?”

A smirk curves my lips
and I wriggle against him, fighting back the moan that wants to
leave me at the sensation. “I’m not feeling very agreeable this
morning, Mr. Stone.” I reach down and gently cup his balls with my
other hand, slowly dragging my hand to his cock and along the
underside of it.

Aaron snatches my hands
away, grabs my hips, and pushes me down onto him in one swift
movement that makes me throw my head back. My muscles tighten
around him at the sudden intrusion, but it’s more pleasure than
pain. It’s more complete and utter fulfillment than it is an
invasion.

“You asked for it,” he
whispers in my ear, tangling his fingers in my hair. He tugs on it,
pulling my head back a little farther. Slowly, he eases himself
from me until only the tip of him is inside me.

My chest heaves as I
wait. I know what’s coming. I know his hard and his fast and I
fucking love them both.

It surprises me despite
my expecting it. The angle he enters me from ensures that he’s
buried right to the hilt, hitting the end of me, and I don’t fight
the cry that leaves me. He sucks lightly on my pulse point as he
moves inside me with the ease of a man who’s memorized every inch
of my pussy. He flexes his hips at the right time and hits the
right spots, eliciting desperate cries from me.

My fingers dig into his
back. “Fuck. Aaron.”

He tilts my hips
slightly and gets deeper than I thought possible. “What’s the
matter, baby? Can’t take it?”

I half-moan, half-laugh
a response. “I can take you. Oh, god.” I close my eyes briefly as
my whole body jerks in pleasure.

“What were you saying?”
His teeth graze across my neck, and I shiver as he stills inside me
to let me speak.

I bring my lips to his
ear. “Asking. I was asking.”

“Mhmm?” He flexes
inside me, rubbing that tender spot that sends a wave of heat
through me. “What for?”

“Harder. Faster.
Deeper.” I pull my body against his. “
Please.
”

He flips me onto my
back and lifts my hips. His eyes are an odd mix of electric and
smoky blue when they find mine. He says nothing as he leans over
me, my hips still in the air, and thrusts into me powerfully.

“Like that?”

“Mmm.”

“Is this how you want
me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

He kisses along my jaw,
still moving inside me, never letting up his pace. His breathing is
as heavy as mine, but I can feel the tightness in his body as he
holds back. As he gives me what I want.

“You want me to fuck
you so deep there isn’t a part of my cock not inside your gorgeous,
tight cunt? Is that it, Dayton?” My name rolls off his tongue in a
husky tone that makes my body hyperactive. “You want it so all you
can feel is the way I move inside you?” He slides one hand between
us and presses his thumb to my clit. “So when you come you see
stars and take me with you?”

“Yes!” I don’t know
what I’m yessing. It could be his words or the orgasm threatening
to wrack my body.

“What was that? I
didn’t hear it.”

“Fuck!” My whole body
goes rigid and I push myself against him. My hips are still as I
give myself over to the orgasm washing over me.

He still pounds into
me, pushing it to the very edge of pleasure until he finds his own
with a deep groan of my name.

I cling to him like a
koala, my limbs wrapped completely around him. Both of us are
covered in a sheen of sweat, and I can feel his cock twitching
inside me. Aaron takes a deep breath, and I push against him before
he can collapse on me.

“What the…”

I grin down at him.
“What if I’d told you I wanted it hard from the moment I woke
up?”

He narrows his
eyes.

“Then who had the
control over that, hmm?” I drag his bottom lip between my teeth.
“Don’t ever give me the choice, because I’ll choose hard and fast
every fucking time.”

Aaron slaps my ass, his
hand connecting with my bare skin in a sharp sound that rings out
around the room. “You’re a bad girl, Dayton.”

“You haven’t seen
anything yet.” I climb from him and he slaps my other butt cheek.
“What? Was that one feeling left out or something?” I hit him with
a glare, rubbing it.

Fuck. That shit
hurts.

His eyes flash
dangerously and he pulls me back down on top of him. He slowly rubs
my stinging skin, his fingers tracing the curve of my ass and
dipping between my legs, making me clench them together.

“Next time you pull
this shit, you should remember that I’m not averse to spanking
you.”

My lips part at the
force of his kiss, and I watch him as he drops me off him and
saunters into the adjoining bathroom.
Damn, he really does have
a nice ass.

“What if I like
spanking?” I call after him, feeling like I need some payback for
those two slaps.

“Do you?”

“Depends if you’re
fucking me from behind or not.”

He appears in the
doorway, still naked and still with an erection. “Is there a
preference as to where you’d like to be fucked from behind?”