She’d also gone through the parlor’s financials, and wow. Despite its piss-poor location, the place was a money flood. People really liked having their, uh, backs loosened. Most paid in cash, but Gordman’s sessions were always comped.
Made her wonder. Could Gordman’s boss own the panty circus? Or rather, run the corporation that owned it and that’s why Gordman got in and out so easily? More digging to do later.
Finally the car parked itself at the corner of Derelict Drive. Noelle’s name for it, at least. The massage parlor was a building over, on the right. The bricks were streaked with dirt and the singe of acid rain.
“Gordman’s appointment isn’t for another thirty-eight minutes,” she said after checking the clock. “Do we just sit out here and wait, hoping we’re not shanked for our car?”
“Yes.” Nothing more than a snarl.
O-kay. Hector was more pissy than before. “Well, I’m not touching anything outside. This is a Petri dish of STDs, I just know it.”
“Why don’t you toughen up, little girl?” he snapped. “This is where I grew up.”
Ahh. A lightbulb switched on inside her head. He was ashamed, didn’t want her to see his roots, even though he’d told her all about them. Well, news flash. Ava had grown up here, too. This only made Noelle like him more. He’d pulled himself out. Made something of himself.
Not that she’d tell him that right now. In his current mood, he’d rip everything she said to shreds.
Noelle twisted in her seat, facing him. He wore a long-sleeved button-up shirt, white, his jacket tossed to the backseat. The cuffs were undone and rolled to just under his elbows, revealing that beautifully bronzed tattooed skin.
Darker ink today, with a slight azure glow. He was big-time worked up.
“You need gloves.” She dug a pair out of the console and tossed them on his lap.
A scowl marred his face as he jerked them on.
“You also need to come,” she said.
“You offering to suck me off?” He leered over at her, hatred in his eyes, but there was no doubt in her mind that the hatred was self-directed.
Without a word, she leaned over and pressed the series of buttons necessary for darkening the tint on the windows. A black film thickened over each one, until no one could see inside. They still had a view of the outside world. Not as clear, but Hector would soon be grateful for the privacy.
Full-on seduction would have to wait. He needed something else right now. Tough love. The same thing he’d given her the day of Ava’s wedding. Knowing him better now, she was absolutely certain that’s exactly what he’d done.
“I know you grew up here, but once a gutter rat always a gutter rat,” she sneered. “As if perfect, amazing, and, it can’t be denied, gorgeous Noelle Tremain would ever offer to suck you off again, now that she’s seen where you used to live.”
“I’m not a f**king gutter rat.” He threw the words at her, each one like a baseball.
That’s it, darling. “You sure? What would you call this place and the people who live in it, then?”
Golden eyes sizzled. “You better watch yourself.”
“Or you’ll what?” Pretending to ponder the answer, she tapped two nails against her chin. “Wait. I can guess. Nothing, that’s what. Because you don’t have the balls to take what you want. If you did, you would have grabbed me the moment I got into the car and screwed me brainless. You wanted to, I could tell, but you didn’t. You just sat there stewing about where you used to live, condemning me for condemning you. You’re a pu**y, Hector Dean, and I do not suck on—”
His roar filled the interior as he slapped his big hands against her hips and dragged her onto his lap. For a moment, she had no anchor. Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue thrusting deep, and her blood thrilled with sensation.
The taste of mint hit her, and she moaned. His c**k was a steel pipe between her legs, and the thought of taking him inside her made her instantly wet.
The vise grip on her hips tightened further, and he rammed her forward, against him, then shoved her back, then forward again. She loved every second, but if he accidentally hurt her, he would never forgive himself.
“Put your arms behind the back of the seat.”
He froze. “Shit!” As he panted, his head fell back against the neck rest, his eyes simmering with horror. “My arms are hot, and I touched you. Are you—”
“Oh, no, you don’t. Put your arms behind the seat. Now. I need this as much as you do.”
Though his expression didn’t change, he obeyed.
Noelle shoved aside the V of her blouse, letting the material catch on the sides of her bare br**sts. “Flick your tongue over my ni**les,” she commanded.
“Yes.” Hector fit his lips over her berry pink nipple and bit down, tugging the bud, making it swell with a rush of achy blood. Licking away the sting was one of his new favorite things to do.
He should stop this. He knew he should stop. He’d touched her with hands that could have blistered her. Only reason she wasn’t injured was because he wore the gloves, and she wore that sinful skirt. Had she been naked…
Oh, God. He’d lost control, wanting her so desperately he throbbed, ashamed about who and what he was, who and what he’d been—who and what he would always be.
As she’d shouted at him for being a pu**y, she’d razed him with the disgust he’d expected—but that disgust had been directed at his behavior, at his resistance to her. Not at his past. She’d goaded him, and he’d let her. Now he was on fire for her. Had to see this through. Couldn’t stop.
When she reached between their bodies and unzipped his pants, he anticipated her next sinking down on him, taking him all the way inside. Instead, she let him go, licked the palm of her hand, wetting the skin, and oh, damn, he’d never seen anything sexier.
Silver eyes flashed brightly as she fisted his cock. A heated breath whooshed from between clenched teeth. Up and down she caressed, his hips arching into the touch.
“I want this,” she whispered raggedly. “Can I have it?”
“Please.” A tortured cry.
She released him, and he groaned at the loss of contact. He didn’t mourn for long, though. She shoved aside her panties, giving him the briefest glimpse of pink and wet, and set herself at his tip.
Fingers shifted through his hair, and she tilted his head back for a drugging kiss. Down… down… she slid, taking him all the way in, just as he’d longed for. She swallowed his every groan of passion.