Page 23 of Covert
The outline of his hard cock is prominent. He's just as turned on by our positions as I was. The image of kneeling for him, the heated eye contact, as if he were looking directly at me, not at the screen. The thought of taking him deep in my throat will keep me satisfied for a long time.
"Just filming a TikTok for the shop's account," I reply breezily, praying Maddox can't read the lust flowing off me in waves. Axel actually looks sheepish, like we'd gotten caught.
I slide to stand next to Maddox and show him the thirst-trap account.
"I figure we can do some like this, some of your work, switch up the content until we know what works well." I sound a lot more confident than I actually feel. Fake it till you make it and all that. He grunts his acknowledgement before turning and leaving.
I bypass Axel, feeling all sorts of worked up before heading to Beckett's chair.
Large brown eyes take me in, a war of emotion swimming through them. Warmth, heat, care, interest, and just a fraction of wariness stare back at me. I feel closer to him after the night he took care of me. I hope it helped prove to him that I do trust him. And I want to respect his trauma as much as I can.
I flip the iPad around and show him some of the thirst traps.
"I'd like to try these with you and the guys. It doesn't have to be performative, but you three are all gorgeous. I think it would be good for the brand. But I know you're uncomfortable with female attention. So, I'm going to ask you every day if you want to be in one or not. Okay?"
Dark eyes search my face, skim down my body, back to the iPad, and then back to my face. He nods once, a small smile creeping onto his handsome face.
"You think other women would find me attractive?"
My jaw drops. "Dude. Do you really not know how hot you are?"
He looks down, and I swear he blushes. "Your hair, your beard, your muscles, your tats? Shit, each one of your fingers is like twice as thick as one of mine." I hold my hand out, splayed in front of him to compare. He raises his hand to mine, not quite touching, but close enough that it makes me smile.
"You'll see. One day, I'm going to ask, and you'll say yes, and then you'll see. The girls of this town may know the story you let them believe, but the women of the world? They'll see what I see."
Chapter ten
Maddox
We pull into the parking lot of the abandoned warehouse. It seems the party started without us. We park far enough away from the actual action that our bikes won't get knocked over if a fight breaks out, but close enough that we can make a getaway if the police show up.
Sexy, sleek cars and pickup trucks form a circle of headlights a few hundred yards away, where a bare-knuckle boxing fight is happening in the center. Loud music blasts from a speaker somewhere, and nearly a hundred people mill around, drinking and smoking.
Axel takes off his helmet and runs his hand through his short hair. Maybe I should cut mine. It's too high maintenance.
"Hey man, I need to talk to you about something before we start," he says, his typical playfulness nowhere to be seen tonight.
"What's up?" I ask, genuinely concerned. Beckett rests his helmet on his bike bars before joining us.
"So, I looked up Nikki last night," he starts. She's been working for us for about a month, and much to my dismay, is thriving in the role.
She's even better than Leana with scheduling and ordering. She's reworked the schedule so that Beckett doesn't have a client around the hours we have women in, so he can stay in the back and away from them.
It's irritating. And thoughtful. And I feel like an ass for not making the changes earlier. Axel and I are aware of Beckett's issues. We just thought he was dealing with it.
"And?"
He does the hand-through-his-hair thing again, and now I'm worried.
"I can't find anything on her. Not a birth certificate, not a high school diploma, nothing. No social media, no bank account, no online record of her at all. She's a fucking ghost."
I nod, mentally processing what that could mean. "What are you thinking?"
"I don't know, man. But I don't like it." The first three weeks she was with us, Axel had flirted harmlessly with her, and she'd averted all of his attacks with grace. This past week, however, she has started flirting back. Harmless stuff, but it raises my hackles.
I nod, and like a bad fucking dream, I look up and see her.
There, two hundred yards in front of us, stands Nikki, her back is to me, but I know those skirts and thighs and hair anywhere. And that fucker Diesel, with his arm hanging over her shoulders, tucking her against his side.
