The Lonely Hearts 06 The Grunt 2 (27 page)

“You’re the
boyfriend
?” Gavin asked, seeming surprised.  He bucked his eyes.  “Damn dude.” 

“I’m the boyfriend,” Leo confirmed.  He pulled at his perfectly slashed nose as he inhaled and rose up on his seat.   His eyes watered.  “Trust me.  That is grade A ass.  She does everything too. 
Everything
.”  His brow rose suggestively.   

It was then, as Leo’s eyes appeared dilated, that Gavin realized that the Navy boy might also have a little nose candy problem.  Taking it down a notch, he threw up his hands.  “Hey, man. I ain’t got that kind of money.  Upscale escorts?  Shit, I blew most of my stash on an eight ball before I got here.” He watched Leo’s face. Would he be shocked by the omission of drug use or interested in partaking?

Leo’s smile was wide. “Well, trust me. I understand that.  Shit, when a man needs a fix,” he picked up his glass and saluted Gavin, “he needs a fucking fix.”

“Amen to that,” Gavin said, giving him a fist bump. 
Great,
now he’d have to figure out how to score some smack just in case this douche bag came asking for some.  Inside, he was ready to just follow this Leo character to the bathroom the next time he went and snap his neck in urinal, but he made Brett a promise.  No murder. However, he knew some real live dedicated Navy men who might have volunteered to do it. This guy was an embarrassment. 

“I think I’m going to like you,” Leo said, eyes greedy at the prospect of getting high for free. “What’s your name again?”

“Jake,” Gavin said, offering his head.  He was certain the guy would look him up in the upcoming days, but by then, he’d have what he needed, and it would be too late.

“I’m Leo,” Leo said, offering his hand. “Nice to meet you. Let’s get another drink.”

“Now you’re talking,” Gavin said, hitting the bar with his balled up fist.  “Hey, Daisy.  Get your pretty ass over here and get us another round!”

***

Mid-afternoon the next day, Gavin rolled over in his hotel bed completely naked with a raging hard on and an insatiable need to drink a gallon of water.   Flashes of the night before flooded his memory.  So many shots.  So many girls.  So much bullshit.  Strip clubs were all the same, and so was everyone in them.  Everyone was either there to get laid, get paid or get away from someone at home. 

While Gavin had not had that many shots since his last night as a Recon Marine many years ago, the key to the previous evening had been all about alcohol.  In order to get close to Leo, Gavin had to first get him drunk and loose so he’d be willing to talk more about his private life.  That didn’t take long. 

The next step was to establish his story as a retired Marine with a disgruntled ex-wife and a small son in the nearby area.  A few years back, his team had set up a series of private Facebook and Twitter pages that they maintained on weekly basis. They were so detailed with pictures, places and events until anyone who didn’t know him intimately, would never know that the profile was a fake.  After going through picture after picture with Leo of his children, his renovations of his house in Denver and Christmas parties at his job, Leo was not only convinced but tired of delving into Gavin’s fake life.

After all, the man was a narcissist.  He relished in talking about himself, not learning about others. 

About an hour into drinks at the bar, Gavin made a quick run out to the strip club parking lot to score cocaine off a yuppie banker getting ready to get a blow job from one of the dancers in his Porsche.  He came back in and went with Leo to the bathroom several times.  The greedy fucker was so
geeked
about getting high; he hadn’t noticed that he was doing so alone.  Sure Gavin pretended, but he had never done drugs a day in his life and didn’t plan on breaking his streak for Leo. 

Two hours into a full cocaine and booze bender courtesy of Gavin, Leo was his new best friend. He was blabbing like a baby – not about Cameron or Amy- but about his bitchy ex-wife.  Gavin made sure to make plenty of mental notes, especially about the woman’s name, job, where she lived and what she did in her free time.     

On top of that, the sexy little bartender Daisy was eating right out of the palm of his hand bringing him drink after drink and only charging him half, in hopes that he’d come see her again.  He flirted with her all night and as the drinks continued to flow, so did the prospect of seeing past her young age. 

However, the true wild card had been Amber who came into the mix three hours into the night.  After finishing for the night, she came over to the bar in a scantily clad dress and hoe heels and drank with them, shot for shot.  Everything about her screamed gold digger from her acrylic nails to her blinding bleach blonde hair and oversized boobs.  However, what was most obvious was Leo’s ability to control her.  It was obvious to Gavin that she was his present meal ticket, but what wasn’t obvious was how he planned to ditch her.

At the end of the night, Leo was high as a kite and wanted to keep the party going, especially the coke.  So, he invited Gavin over to their condo for a nightcap, but Gavin was a man of habit and preparation.  He had prepared for the meeting with Leo.  He had used old habits of collecting information on his mark, but he had done all of that because he was in a controlled environment.  Leo’s house was out of his territory, and based on how Amber was looking at him by the end of the night, he was certain that Leo was prepared to give him that “free taste” he had suggested earlier. 

Instead after giving Leo the last of the coke as a parting gift, he headed back to his hotel.  After all, he had a camera attached to his baseball cap that had to be downloaded to his computer and sent over to Brett’s lawyer, and there were still a few more things that he needed to do before he headed back to Jacksonville.  

The door to the bathroom came open and filled the room with steam.  Sitting up in the bed, he watched as Daisy came out with her hair wrapped in a towel and her naked body shimmering with water. She was beautiful naked.  Young and flawless, her natural curves looked even better when he wasn’t drunk.  She kept a little brunette patch of hair on the landing strip between her legs nearly hidden by wide hips.  Her large breasts bobbed as she walked and her back naturally arched in before leading out to a wide full ass. 

Gavin had enjoyed her last night, all of her, several times.  It was evident by his hand print still stamped on her left buttock.  But that was nothing in comparison to the scratches he still felt down his back.  Showering later would be a bitch. 

She stopped in her tracks when she saw him.  His brown eyes were locked on her like a predator on his prey.  Sandy brown hair sat atop his head all disheveled and his tan long body rippled with taut muscle basking in the sunlight coming from the window.  With a knowing smile, she pulled the towel off of her damp hair and threw it in the corner.  “You’re awake,” she said, walking over to the chair to retrieve her clothes.

“Yeah,” Gavin said, wiping a hand over his face.  “I didn’t realize that I’d slept so late.” He looked at his watch on his wrist and realized he had missed check out. Not to mention, if he didn’t get a move on, he’d miss his other appointment in less than an hour. 

Daisy eyed his erection with new interest.  “Well, it was a long night.”  Her insinuation was more so about their time together after they arrived back from the hotel.  He had fucked her mercilessly, something she hadn’t been prepared for even as he entered her. 

“Too long,” Gavin said gruffly of Leo. He hadn’t realized her meaning or that he had offended her with his statement. 

Daisy sighed to herself.  Last night he had been charming but today he seemed like a different man. The lust had gone from his eyes and his demeanor had changed.  As a sheer defense mechanism, her attitude instantly hardened as she realized what was going on.  She had just been a booty call and now it was time for her to go.  “It’s 12:30.  I have to head back to the bar and get ready for the night.  So, I’ll be out of your hair in a minute.”  Without meaning to, her attention focused on his prosthetic leg.  Turning uncomfortably away, she slipped her black tank top over her head and pulled it down over her breasts.

Gavin looked at his leg and frowned.  “Sorry that I didn’t mention my leg before.”  He pushed to the end of the bed and stood up.  Stretching his arms out, he popped his neck. 

“It’s okay,” Daisy said quickly. 

But it wasn’t.
  In truth, seeing the prosthetics he got out of his clothes the night before had scared her but not nearly as much as the two Glocks on the nightstand or the two laptops on the desk.  She got the feeling that maybe this guy wasn’t who he said he was. 
Computer techs didn’t carry guns.
  Still, despite her reservations, she had slept with him.  And that had been her fault. 

Gavin walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.  His hard body pushed up against her igniting heated arousal.  His heart beat against her back, letting her know that whatever he wasn’t, he was at least human. 

“You don’t have to lie about the leg.  I’m used to it, so I tend to forget,” he said, kissing her shoulder.  He looked at her through the reflection of the mirror in front of them.  His brown eyes seared through her reservations about having sex with him again.  “I should have said something to you beforehand.  I’m sure it took you by surprise.” 

Daisy blinked hard.  His voice vibrating against her turned her on more than she cared to say and his hands on her skin clouded all sensibility.  She moved her neck for him to kiss her again. He did so immediately.  Slowly, he kissed her shoulder until she burned inside for him. 

“I was more surprised by other things,” she said, still a little sore from the night before.

“Like what?” Gavin asked, moving her hair off her shoulder.  He pressed his erection in between her thighs and cupped one of her breasts.   Pinching her nipple in between his fingers, he fondled her. 

Goosebumps formed on her skin.  “Like the size of your cock for starters,” she said, remembering how hard it was to adjust to his girth and how powerful her orgasm had been as it rushed over her, sending her into paralyzing scream that ended with her trembling and collapsing on top of him. 

Gavin licked his lips.  His gaze trailed her backside. “Did you like it deep inside of you, Daisy?” he asked, voice thick and husky.  He removed her tank top again and threw it on the floor. 

“Yes,” she whispered.

He fisted her hair tightly.  “And do you want it again?”

“Yes,” she panted, chin up and head back.  Her skin had flushed red now at the thought of him taking her. 

“Do you want it now?” he asked, voice dark and hot, matching his eyes.  All he needed was consent, and he was going to tear her body apart again. 

She spread her legs apart and looked at him in the mirror.  “Yes,” she whimpered.  Her sex ached to have him.  “I want you now.”    And she did want him, but she didn’t understand why.  Something about him was impossible to deny even though at the same time something about him was all wrong.  

Her breaths became erratic and her mind scattered into a thousand thoughts.  Was she about to do this again?  Her mind said no, her body, however, responded by pooling hot liquid between her thighs, and she hated herself for it. 

She bent over the dresser and pressed her hands against the wood.  Then in some mad hysteria, she spoke.  “Will I ever see you again?” she asked, looking back at him. 

Gavin’s lips quirked as though he’d been asked that a million times before her.  “Do you really want to?”  He slid his finger into her tight sex and watched her eyes close.  Rubbing the hand down her back, he slapped her butt again, this time making her buck.

Biting her lip, she opened her eyes.  “I don’t know,” she said, swallowing hard.  “I don’t even know how you are.” She stared at his reflection. 

“Does it matter?” Gavin asked, reaching for a condom on the table.  He slipped it between his teeth and tore the gold foil wrapper. 

Honestly, Daisy wasn’t sure if it did really matter.  She wasn’t really sure what this even was.  He was so mysterious; a man of so few words. For all she knew, she was screwing an assassin.

“At least tell me your
real
name,” she said as she watched him roll the condom down his long veiny shaft.

Gavin looked at the woman glaring at him in the mirror, breasts exposed, bent over the dresser, legs spread, ready to be impaled again by him and felt absolutely nothing emotional, only sexual.  He smoothed his hand over her clit and made her moan.  After all, wasn’t that what this was all about?  Sex. 

“I told you my name.  It’s Jake,” he said, grabbing her waist and pulling her into him as he pushed through the folds of her body. 

The lie didn’t bother him at all.  In fact, it protected him, just like the condom, just like the refusal for real human connection and the inability to receive emotional rejection by one more well-meaning woman who would eventually break his heart. 

His pent-up anger reared its head, but not in the way she could detect.  It only made him harder, more erect, and more impenetrable. 

Her womb contracted as he thrusted deep into her trembling body until he was buried at his hips inside of her.  He was almost too much for her, but she wouldn’t admit it.  Besides, it wasn’t like this was going anywhere.