Impatiently, I wait.

If this guy is in a tournament and winning, I could be here all fucking night.

Making my way over to the car impeding my escape, I run my manicured finger over the edge of the beauty.

One day, I will be just like these entitled fucks. One day, I will park my car wherever the hell I please without any regard for it being towed, hit, or stolen.

Must be nice to not care to lose a hundred grand.

I wish money was all that was at stake for me. Some of us can't be so lucky, though, can we?

I'm tapping my finger on the trunk when I hear a whistle behind me.

"Get your fuckin' hands off my ride!" A suit wearing prick comes running over.

"Oh, what's wrong? Afraid you might get a little dirt on precious here? We wouldn't want that now, would we?" I mock him, wiggling a fingernail in the air as I bring it back down onto the car. The acrylic on my nails does nothing to remotely scratch the clear coat of the vehicle, but it does bring the asshole running over.

"Are you fuckin' crazy? That car cost more than some people's houses."

"Crazy? Nope. Pissed the fuck off? You betcha."

He looks at me, tilting his head to the side as if he is truly studying me.

His hand comes up to his chest in mock pain. "Pissed at me? Why would you be pissed at me, babe?"

"Babe, fucking babe. Do I look like a pig to you?" I look down at my ripped sweats and college shirt then raise my hand to silence him. I do look like a pig. Bottom line, I can't risk being at war with any underground players. It's time to swallow my pride yet again. "Don't answer that. I think we're getting off on the wrong foot."

I extend my hand out to him. "I'm Hailey. I work inside and just got off. I came outside, ready to go home ... only you seem to have blocked me in."

His eyes dance in humor as he takes my hand in his, giving me a firm handshake. "Call me Caldwell."

Morrison Call me Caldwell, call me big daddy, call me whatever you want as long as those red fucking lips are talking on the bone phone.

After looking at fancily dressed broads all day, even blowing a few off so I could get some sleep tonight, this chick is like an exotic, little, dirty treat. She isn't dirty in the way you would be led to believe. She doesn't have a nineteen eighties bush and a stank ass odor that makes me want to vomit in my mouth just thinking about it. I mean, let's face it; I have tasted my share of week old fish in my day, if you know what I mean. The kind of stank that makes it so unbearable you just have to finish the job with some fake chow action 'cause you already started.

Her? Her clothes are fucked up, hair messy and shoved in one of those 'I don't give a fuck' hairdos that would normally not be to my liking. Her hair is brown and thick, and I just want to go all Captain Caveman on her and drag her by that thick hair to the nearest rock, bend her over, and fuck it loose.

"You have dinner yet?" I ask, pleading in my head for her to be as unruly as she appears in her damn bare feet on the gravel. Fuck, it would usually bug the hell out of me, but not now. I want to hear her say in a raspy Miley Cyrus voice, 'Caldwell, I'm starving. Let's just skip dinner and let me suck you off right here, right now.'

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" She snaps her fingers in my face. "Eyes up here, slick."

I take my time looking up from her tits. Why rush? I mean, you don't go the pet store and say, 'Yeah, I'll take that one.' You kind of check out the kitty first.

"Hey, slick, there isn't a chance in hell I'm letting a guy like you try to wine and dine me. So, why not-"

I hold up a finger. "Shh ... I was just thinking about dessert."

"Is that so? What makes you think I'd let you?"

I finally look into her eyes to see she is chewing on her lip. "Let me? I wasn't thinking about me, babe. I was thinking about the Caldwell cocktail I was gonna let you sample."

She lets out an annoyed laugh. "Yeah, well, I was just thinking pretty boy must have been turned down by the socialites in there, so let me give you some advice. They look at you and see a guy who spends just as much time in front of the mirror as they do. They're thinking, 'Damn, he's hot, but with a face like that, he probably isn't a giver.' So, while you were thinking about me sucking you off, I was thinking about how my pussy grinding on your face might just teach you a lesson about how a woman really just wants a man to be a fucking man."

"I'm all man."

"I bet." She barks out a laugh.

"You're chewing on your lip, your nipples are hard, your pussy is probably soaked..." She doesn't stop me, so I keep going, "You wanna fuck me just as much as I want to fuck you."

"I like to fuck, but again, I want a man between my legs to make sure taking off my clothes isn't a waste of time."

"I'm afraid that, when I reach down there, I might find a set of balls."

"Why don't you come over here and check it out?" she dares.

It takes me all of ten seconds to have her pressed to the hood of my car. As soon as I reach between her legs, her hand is already on my cock.

Shit is going down.

Now.

ABE(Four In Hand) Ties of Steel Book One Copyright MJ Fields 2014 All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of MJ Fields, except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976.

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*This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. Involves strong language and sexual situations. All parties portrayed in sexual situations are adults over the age of 18.*

All characters are fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental Excerpt of ABE(Four In Hand) Ties of Steel Book One By MJ Fields Break ABE.

Spring break in Fort Lauderdale was calling my name. I had been there a handful of times when I was attending college at NYU, earning my Master's in finance and business. But I hadn't been back in a few years. I needed a break. I hadn't had time for a vacation since my job at Steel Inc. as CFO kept me busy, and the owners, my brothers by choice, kept me even busier.

Jase, my best friend and CEO of Steel, was back to being the man I knew he would someday be. He was married with one kid and another on the way. He was still a pain in the ass, but his wife, my cousin, had his ass in check-well as much as anyone could have him in check. The others were attached too. Thank God!

Normally I had a bro in tow, but not this time. I was going to lay my ass in the sand, check out the scenery, get drunk, and bring back whoever I wanted to take out this pent up sexual frustration on.

Drunken, mindless, no-holding-back sex. It had been awhile since I had been able to hook up with someone just because. Just because I liked her ass, or the way she smiled, or the little twitch my dick did when I saw something I wanted to be inside of.

Sex now was planned. Does she work for us? Does she work for someone connected to us? Will she be just about the physical, or will she be a creeper? No more random hook ups with someone I could just bring home, rumple the sheets with, and see where it led. Now I had responsibilities, big responsibilities, and I wasn't about to fuck them up. I would never live it down if I did. I had to give the damn sexual harassment class to my bros on several occasions. It wasn't in the job description, but it was necessary to keep the empire from crumbling.

The past year I took to hiring escorts, and I'm not ashamed of it, either. Lines were not blurred; it was a win-win situation. I had a handful of favorites and a rotation. I took care not to call on the same one within a two-week period. I didn't need it getting around that I was a bit demanding in bed.

The more stress, the more demanding I became. In my job, stress ran through me like a contagious virus ran over a subway train's handrail. I caught it every time. I admit to being a little uptight. I micro-manage, but am working on relinquishing that control, a little at a time of course. I didn't want to fail. Who the hell graduates college and lands a position like this? Add the fact that I am bound to the owners, they're family. Stress, yeah, by the boatload.

So as I stand in the boarding line ready to step into the airplane I am struggling, but as my cousin Carly said when she dropped me off at the airport, "There's more to life than work Abe. You deserve more."

This was after she rid me of the laptop and tablet I had packed in my carry on. When I tried to take it back, she warned me further, "So help me god, Abe, I'm knocked up and Jase is treating me like I'm a porcelain doll. I'm frustrated as all get out. Don't push me," she growled, then cleared her throat and smiled trying to make light of her outburst. I wasn't about to argue with her.

Carly had definitely changed since she met my best friend. Gone was the awkward fun loving, go with the flow kind of girl I grew up loving. She was replaced by a woman trying to keep control of herself. A woman who had to try to control the uncontrollable. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she had grown a set of balls.

I sat in first class, fighting my inner control freak. I was going to have a damn good time starting now. As luck would have it, the sexy brunette flight attendant came up and asked if I wanted a drink.

"Scotch on the rocks. Keep them coming."

She smiled and winked, "Anything else?"

I didn't answer right away; I just looked at her, taking a moment to see if I still had any of my old charm left. Her face heated up nicely as I raked my eyes down to her perfect little protruding nipples. I still had it.

She glanced down and blushed.

I leaned over and whispered, "Short flight so that'll be all."

She swallowed hard and nodded, "Give me ... give me just a moment."

I watched her hips sashay up towards the beverage cart and I felt a stir in my pants.

When she returned she smiled and set my drink on the fold out table, "Enjoy. If there is anything else please let me know." She started to turn and stopped, "I have a layover in Ft. Lauderdale. I could show you around a little if you'd like."

I nodded once, "I'm not looking for anything more than a good time."

"I'm not offering anything else."

I nodded again.

"I'll meet you outside gate twelve. I have a room at the Hilton airport hotel."

"Perfect."

She walked away. I was tempted to stop her and ask what her name was, but I decided it really didn't matter.

I stood outside gate twelve waiting for flight attendant, Delta. No, it wasn't her name, but for all intents and purposes, it worked. I had packed light, so I didn't have to wait for luggage. If I forgot anything, I could just buy it. It wasn't like college days when we had to scrape pennies, so I wasn't going to. "Fuck it" was my motto for the next week. Fuck the responsibilities, fuck the planning, and fuck anyone I wanted without concern for what tomorrow would bring.

I wasn't always like this, but things had changed. I was no longer delusional about needing to do the right thing by the woman I was about to be inside of. If they were game, so was I. I could decipher between those looking for a man and those looking for a body. I was gonna be that body, regardless of the inner conflict it sometimes caused me.

When she walked out, she was in a pink tank dress that hit well above her knees. Knees that I was hoping would wear the imprint of her hotel room rug very soon. She didn't try to make small talk, which I was grateful for. I no longer had time for bullshit and pleasantries. Fucking was fucking.

I took her bag and her free hand, like a gentleman, and we walked out into the humid spring Florida air.

I hailed a cab, held the door open as she got in, and then slid in beside her. She gave the address to the cab driver, and I immediately rested my hand on her bare, sun-kissed knee. I tested the water by running my hand slowly up to the hem of her dress and looked at her. She relaxed against the seat and I pulled her knee closer to mine opening her legs slightly.

I ran my fingers up her inner thigh and she took a short intake of breath. I continued my slow journey. Her eyes opened as I ran my finger across the silk fabric between her legs. She looked at the cab driver and then back at me. She was a bit nervous. I held my free hand up to my lips and whispered, "Shh."

I wasn't worried that he might see what was going on. There was no way in hell he could, and I really liked the idea of taking this woman out of her comfort zone. She was confident, which is a turn on, but I wanted to be on top, most of the time anyway.

I pulled her leg so it rested over mine and her eyes grew bigger. I sat back and relaxed as I slowly ran my finger up and down the soft, damp, silky material between her legs. She made little moans that encouraged me to continue slowly teasing her, working her up so that as soon as we entered the hotel room I could have her on her knees.

She opened the door to her room and turned to me.

"I'd like a shower. Care to join me?"

"I'd like a blow job, care to give me one?"

She smiled, and when I didn't return a smile, she swallowed hard. Just like she would be doing in about ten minutes.

She looked down and nodded, "You want to sit on the bed?"

I kept eye contact and said nothing as I removed my shoes and started to unbutton my shirt. She was only a beat behind me throwing clothes off all over the place. I really didn't like the mess. I laid my shirt neatly over the chair, then my pants and boxers were next.

She looked down at me, "That'll be fun to work with."

"Then let's not waste any time."

I lay on the bed and patted the spot next to me. She climbed up and immediately took my cock in her hands.

"You're not hard yet, honey." She gripped me a bit tighter than I was comfortable with and started stroking me too damn fast.

I held my hand over hers and slowed her down.

"This how you like it, honey?"

Damn, damn, damn, she was fine and all, but I really just wish she'd shut up with the honey already.

"Music?"

"Of course. What's your fancy, honey?"

"Whatever. Anything is fine." Just please hurry it up already.

She got up and turned on the radio. Take You Down by Chris Brown was playing. Maybe she'd get the hint.

She climbed on the bed and leaned in like she was gonna kiss me. I don't kiss. As odd as that sounds, it's too damn personal. We weren't on a date or falling in love here. She was gonna suck me off, shower, and then I was gonna nail her. This was a mutual exchange, a give and receive.

I held her cheek in my hand and rubbed my thumb across her lip, slowing her down a bit. Hoping she'd get the point, I pushed my thumb gently into her mouth. Now I was doing this for another reason too. If her beginning hand job was an indication of what she'd be doing with her mouth, I was a little bit concerned.

She was a licker. She lapped at my thumb like a dog does water. This may not be my preferred method, but it could work. Her mouth on my cock was all I needed right now.

I hooked my thumb in her mouth and slowly dragged her down towards my dick.

"You need this huh, honey?"

"Yeah."

She bent down and started lapping at me. I pulled her ass over towards me and started stroking her soaked seam. I spread her, and she opened her mouth and sucked my tip. Okay I get it. I pushed a finger in her, and she moaned with her mouth full of cock. The vibration felt damn good. I pushed in more, and curled my finger up and pressed the magic button.