Chapter Thirteen

I lift up on my elbows and look down at her. "If you knew how to fucking do it right," I say. I stand up and scoot her a few inches across the floor and brace my hands against the wall. I close my eyes and imagine she's Najwa kneeling in front of me instead. Except I imagine she's crying, begging me to keep her. Pleading for me to save her again, just like I had to do the last time she did something this stupid.

The thought of Najwa is all it takes. I grab Jess by the hair and shove my dick in her mouth. I keep one hand braced against the wall and the other hand tangled in her hair while she does her job.

Who in their right mind would take Najwa to a restaurant, knowing she belongs to me? To Mike Jackson? Whoever he is, if he knew the things I could do to him—he never would have done it. No one has that kind of death wish.

"Fuck," I say, irritated at the way the rubber gets in the way of feeling her tongue. I pull out of her mouth and rip the condom off.

"Oh, God," I groan when her tongue greets me skin to skin. "That's more like it."

I pump into her mouth a few times while she twists her hand around my dick. She's good, but I know she can do better.

"Take it all," I say, moving her hand away. I wrap my hands in the back of her hair and press myself into her mouth until I can feel the back of her throat. The gagging sound she makes every time I push a little farther into her makes me explode within seconds. I grip the back of her head with both hands while she struggles to pull away, but I hold her head firmly in place until I'm finished. She's clawing at my thighs, trying to pull away so she can breathe. I finally release her head and watch as she falls to her hands on the floor, coughing and gasping for breath.

I pull my pants up and button them. "Tell Jon thanks for sharing," I say to her. "Your boyfriend is a hell of a lot more generous than I am."

She wipes her mouth and stands up.

"Fucking bastard," she says. She slams the door on her way out. "Fucking whore," I mutter.

***

When I go downstairs, Jon is seated at the bar with Lewis and Zain. I grab a beer out of the fridge and take a seat with them.

"You didn't tell me she could deep throat," I say to Jon, twisting the top off the beer. "Lucky bastard."

Jon glares at me, leaning back in his chair. "I didn't know she could."

I laugh. "Well, I don't think she knew she could either until about five minutes ago."

Jon sighs and shakes his head. "God dammit, Mike. I told you to go easy on her."

I laugh and take a sip, then set the beer back on the table. "The only girl I go easy on is Najwa."

Zain lifts his beer to his lips, eyeing me while he tilts his head back and gulps. This kid has a major staring problem.

"Speaking of Najwa," Jon says, pulling my attention back to his. "When will you return the favor?" He laughs and takes a swig of beer.

The jackass is laughing? He thinks he made a fucking joke? I pull my leg back and kick his chair as hard as I can, sending him and his beer backwards onto the ceramic tile. I stand up and look down at him, my hands clenched in fists.

"Najwa's not a fucking whore!" I yell.

Jon pulls himself up off the floor, then proceeds to bow up to me like the idiot that he is. "She's not? Guess you found out why she was on Ricker today. She wasn't off fucking some guy like you thought?"

I lunge forward and punch him in his goddamned filthy mouth. He falls to the floor and I kick him in the ribs. I drop to my knees and try to punch him again, but Lewis and Zain are pulling me off of him before I have the chance. He scoots away from me and wipes at his bloody mouth. He looks down at his hand and back up at me.

"Fucking bastard," he says.

"Funny. That's the same thing your girlfriend called me when I pulled my dick out of her throat."

Jon scrambles to his feet and lunges forward again, so I step into his swing, allowing him to square me in the jaw. Zain steps between us, pushing him back against the fridge while Lewis tightens his grip on my arms.

"Go upstairs!" Zain says to him. "Go check on Jess and calm the fuck down."

Jon nods and Zain releases him. Lewis doesn't let go of me until Jon clears the stairs.

I push my hand against my jaw and pop my neck. "I'll be out back. Let me know as soon as Najwa gets here."

***

ZAIN/MALIK POV

Mike walks out the back door and I grip the back of my neck and squeeze. "Shit!"

"I know," Lewis says, not having any clue as to what's actually going through my mind at the moment.

"I need to make a phone call," I tell him. "Wait in here and make sure they don't get into it again." I walk out the front door and head straight to my car. I pull my phone from my pocket and scroll through the numbers, checking for Najwa's. Lewis said he entered everyone's number who lives here into my phone once I was assigned this job. I scroll through the S's but don't see her name. Just as I'm about to throw my phone out of frustration, the contact Mike's girl catches my eye. I press it. I press it over and over, willing it to dial faster.

I hold the phone to my ear and listen as it rings. On the fourth ring, she finally picks up.

"Hello?"

"Najwa!" I say her name desperately. "Who is this?"

"It's Lu...Zain. It's Zain."

She sighs heavily into the phone.

"No, don't hang up," I say, hoping she holds on long enough to hear I'm not just calling her to apologize again. "He knows. He knows you went to lunch today on Ricker Road."

She doesn't say anything for several quiet seconds. "You told him?" she asks, her voice full of hurt.

"No. No, I would never...I heard Jon say something about finding out who you were with at lunch. He doesn't know it was me."