Page 44 of Sold on Them

“Thank fuck,” he says as he saunters over to me where I’m still standing in the doorway. “Your bed wasnotbig enough.”

“Want to come check it out?” I ask as he stops in front of me.

He chuckles. “Weren’t you in the middle of watching a movie?”

I wave off his words. “I can watch it another time. Plus, I assume you have work tomorrow. We need to get you to bed so you can get some sleep.”

“I already called out sick, and if we go to bed, there’s no way we’ll be doing any sleeping.” Rather than waiting for me to say anything else, Damon leans down and kisses me. “You know what, though? I had a lot of fantasies about you and me in this room too. Fucking quietly so your parents wouldn’t hear us—there’s quite a thrill in having sex with someone in another room.”

My eyes go wide as I smack his chest. “With my parents in the next room? I don’t think that’s the kind of thrill I would’ve been into.”

He shrugs. “Maybe not, but we can pretend, can’t we?”

Once again, he doesn’t wait for me to answer, lifting me into his arms and carrying me over to the couch. He sits down and rearranges me until I’m straddling his lap. As soon as my core settles against his hard cock, I grind against him.

“That, I might be able to do.” Leaning in, I kiss him as his hands land on my hips to help guide my now rocking hips. How can I be so ready to fuck him already after the weekend I had? I was filled with four cocks numerous times—and sometimes more than one at a time. But here I am, acting like a hussy who hasn’t gotten laid in years.

“As much as I like free shows, it’s probably best if you stop.”

The unfamiliar voice has me jolting in Damon’s arms. When I attempt to turn around to see who the fuck is inside my house,Damon lifts me off his lap and sets me beside him. He jumps to his feet and moves to stand in front of me.

“Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you doing here?” Damon’s body is completely rigid.

Even though I know better, I can’t help peering around him to see who he’s talking to.

Yup. Definitely shouldn’t have looked.

The man is older and not half bad looking, but the gun glinting in his hand doesn’t do it for me.

“My name is Carlos Alvarez. I’m part of the Santiago Cartel.”

My eyes widen, something Carlos catches as he nods. “So you’ve heard of us.”

Ducking back behind Damon, I fight to keep my breathing regulated. Adrenaline spikes inside of me. This man is from the cartel is the one searching for Parker.

How did he find us? What does he want from us? How the hell did he get in my house?

I voice none of these questions, Damon instead asking him what the hell he’s doing here once more. Trying not to be completely obvious, I glance at the couch on either side of me. I don’t see either of my phones. They probably slipped behind the cushions. This couch is known for eating phones.

Slipping my hand behind me, I push it into the opening and feel around for the phones. I find one and bring it out slowly, almost breathing a sigh of relief when I notice it’s the one I need. Keeping it beside me, I unlock it and click on the contacts, calling the first name that appears—making sure to silence it so when they answer, this man won’t hear them.

“I’m here because it seems we have a friend in common—Parker Hilton. We’ve been looking for him for a long time. This is the first time we’ve gotten close, but by the time I made it to the hotel, they were already gone. Luckily, I’d sent some of my men to follow Royce and then the two of you. It seems likeyou might be important to him—important enough to get him to come out of hiding.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” Damon states calmly, his voice flat. “If you’re talking about the men from the hotel this weekend, the two of us were purchased at an auction. We were brought to the hotel for sex—that’s it. You’ve got this all wrong.”

Carlos scoffs. “I would’ve believed that if one of my men hadn’t found these photos. They’re old, but it’s clearly the two of you and Hilton.”

Fuck. The photos in my office.

Damon shakes his head but doesn’t say anything.

“Nothing to say to that? No more lies you want to tell?” Carlos laughs.

“What do you want from us?” I ask, poking my head around Damon once more.

Do I want to talk to the man holding a gun? Absolutely not, but I’m hoping to get information for Parker, Royce, and Cormac. Because something tells me they’re the only way we’re getting out of this.

“I don’t really want anything from you, but I can use you to get what I want—Hilton.” Carlos’s gun is still pointed at Damon, but his eyes are on me. “I’d say I’m sorry about this, but I’m really not.”

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