I blinked a few times to bring myself back to the present.

After a bit of internal debate regarding resolutions and finances, I finally came to a conclusion. I had no actual target to go after for the evening, and I decided New Year's Eve was really a c.r.a.ppy night to start resolutions after all.

The light changed to green, and I looked behind my shoulder before I quickly changed lanes and headed in the opposite direction from my apartment. There were nothing but drunks, cops, and me out on the road, so I drove with caution over to the red light district and the street corner by the drug store where Bridgett's pimp could usually be found.

Two minutes later, Bridgett was in the pa.s.senger seat, and I was driving us back to my apartment.

"Happy New Year," she said with a smile.

"Nice outfit," I commented back.

Bridgett looked down at her dress, if you could call it that. It showed the top of her nipples, with her t.i.ts outlined in red sequins. Happy New Year was scrawled in blue sequins across her bare belly.

"You like it?" she asked with another big smile.

"It's atrocious," I replied honestly, "and you look like you're freezing."

"I am," she admitted.

I cranked up the heat.

"You're all decked out," she said as she reached up and ran her fingers over the edge of the bowtie. "A tux? You been out partying?"

"I guess," I said. "I was at a party, anyway."

"You aren't much of a partier, are you?"

"Probably not in the way you mean."

Her fingers made their way down the lapels of the jacket and then to my thigh.

"You look nice," she said softly.

Her hand gripped my leg, and my c.o.c.k seemed to recognize the touch. I was briefly temped to have her blow me or jerk me off there in the car, but it was New Year's Eve and I was bound to get pulled over with her lips around my d.i.c.k.

"Save that thought, babe," I said. "I don't think you want us to get arrested."

Bridgett's hand moved up and brushed the edge of my d.i.c.k before she pulled it away and ran it up her own thigh. Her skirt moved up a little, following the motion.

"Vixen," I murmured.

Bridgett giggled.

By the time we reached the elevator of my apartment, her hands were all over me. She reached around the c.u.mmerbund and into the tux pants, yanked out the b.u.t.ton down shirt, and ran her hand down inside and over my a.s.s.

"Eagar tonight?" I asked with a raise of my brows.

Her response was to crush her lips to mine. My hand grabbed the back of her head and held her there as my tongue explored her mouth. Her fingers dug into my a.s.s, and my free hand moved up to cup one of her t.i.ts, which was still seriously cold from the night wind.

Then the elevator door opened.

Bridgett tensed and jumped back a bit, but there wasn't anyone there. I took her hand and led her out the door but only just into the hallway. I quickly undid the tux trousers and pulled them open.

"On your knees," I commanded.

"Here?" she asked as she glanced up and down the hallway. "What happened to not wanting to get arrested?"

"No one is going to arrest me here," I told her. "My boss owns this place. Now get on your knees and suck me off."

I took a step back and leaned against the wall. Pulling her closer to me, I put a hand on her shoulder and guided her down to the floor. She glanced down the hall once, then back up at me as she positioned herself right in front of my crotch.

"Did you think you could just tease me in the car and get away with it?" I asked with a slight smirk. I reached in, took my c.o.c.k out of my tuxedo pants, and guided her head to the tip. "Suck."

Her warm mouth engulfed me, and I watched her eyes seduce me as her lips moved around my shaft. My fingers traced over the frigid skin of her cheek, and I found myself mildly annoyed that her pimp had them all out in the cold dressed like they were.

All hookers should work in Florida or something.

"You look good like that," I told her. My hand moved into her hair and set a slightly faster rhythm for her. "On your knees, out here in the open with your lips around my c.o.c.k. You love pleasing me, don't you?"

She hummed around my d.i.c.k, and I tilted my face towards the ceiling as I unloaded into her warm mouth. My eyes dropped back down, and she sucked and tongued until there was nothing left to clean off.

She'd definitely honed her skills in the b.l.o.w.j.o.b department.

I reached down and helped her up with one hand and put my d.i.c.k away with the other. Bridgett wiped her mouth, and we went into my apartment. I took Odin out for a quick p.i.s.s and came back to Bridgett hanging out on my couch.

It looked very...familiar.

With a slight shake of my head, I went into the kitchen, pulled out a bottle of water, and offered one to Bridgett as well.

"So what party did you go to?" she asked.

"Just a basic New Year's party," I answered.

"That's all you have to say about it?"

"Pretty much." I took a long sip of my water, leaned back against the couch, and closed my eyes.

She didn't take the hint.

"You don't like holidays much, do you?"

"Not really."

"Why not?" she asked.

I sighed and opened my eyes enough to glare at her.

"I really just want to rehydrate a bit and then go to bed, okay? I didn't pay you to run your mouth."

Her eyes narrowed at me for a moment, but then she smiled what I a.s.sumed was supposed to be an apology and snuggled up to me. I put an arm around her shoulders, leaned back against the couch again, and just felt her fingers trace over my chest.

Of course, that didn't last long.

"You've been picking me up at least once a week for three months," Bridgett said, "but you never tell me anything about yourself."

"That's because you're my favorite hooker," I replied, "and not my shrink."

"You have a shrink?" Her head tilted up to look at me, and her hair tickled my chin as she moved.

My eyes flicked over to her for a moment as I studied her expression. She was surprised to hear me say it and waited for the confirmation. There was something else in her gaze as well, something that wanted to claim she knew it all along.

Her expression softened slightly before she spoke again.

"For what happened to you...over in the Middle East, right?"

Unexpected words.

I was taken off-guard and couldn't respond right away.

"What makes you say that?" I finally asked. I cleared my throat, turned my eyes from her, and sipped my water. I racked my brain trying to remember what I might have told her, but I didn't come up with much. She knew I was in the Marines, but I hadn't told her anything else.

"You talk in your sleep."

"What the f.u.c.k? I do not."

"Not often," she said, "but you have a couple of times."

I watched her carefully, but she didn't appear to be lying about it.

"What did I say?"

"Oh no," she replied. "I'm not that easy."

I had to roll my eyes at her, which earned me a giggle. I set my bottle of water down on the end table and reached over to grab her by the waist and pull her into my lap. With one hand, I held her down against my c.o.c.k while the other one circled both her wrists and held them behind her back. I brought her up against my chest and leaned forward until our noses were almost touching.

"Not easy?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "I think you need to remember who's paying for you tonight."

"You don't have to say s.h.i.t like that you know."

"Say what?"

"Say that you pay for me."

"I do pay for you."

Bridgett sighed and looked away for a moment. Her lips mashed together, and her chest rose with a deep, frustrated breath.

"It's only f.u.c.king," I reminded her again. If she kept this up, I was going to have to replace her. Actually, I was already quite sure that was the right thing to do, but something was keeping me from just heading to another street corner for another convenient a.s.s.

"It would only be f.u.c.king if you ever f.u.c.ked me," Bridgett countered. "You don't f.u.c.k me. You just want to fool around and then fall asleep."

I raised an eyebrow at her but had to consider her words. I hadn't f.u.c.ked her not really. b.l.o.w. .j.o.bs, t.i.tty f.u.c.king, hand jobs in the car all of that, but I hadn't actually f.u.c.ked her.

I pulled her down against my c.o.c.k again and tilted my hips at the same time to push up against her core. She gasped a little, and her tongue reached out to wet her bottom lip.

"I want your a.s.s," I told her. "You don't like it in the a.s.s."

"Why do you say that?"

I rolled my eyes. The sheer amount of evidence I had collected on that subject would have taken a good ten minutes to divulge.

"Are you saying you do like it in the a.s.s?" I asked, challenging her.

Her eyes stayed on mine for a moment.

"It would be okay with you," she finally said.

There were other words on the tip of her tongue words about what other men had done to her but she was smart enough not to say anything about them. When I was paying for her, I didn't want her talking about other johns she was f.u.c.king.

"I don't need this," I informed her. "You're here to help me relax and sleep, not to give me a line of bulls.h.i.t. If I wanted that, I'd get a real girlfriend."

She tensed a little.

"Don't do that," she said quietly.

My fingers grabbed a hold of her chin, and I forced her to look at me.

"Do I need to find someone else?" I asked her.

"Why are you saying that?"

"Because you're trying to take this someplace it's not going," I said. "You are trying to make this s.h.i.t something it's never going to be. I told you this was about f.u.c.king from the beginning, and you're still trying to make it something else."

"You don't f.u.c.k me," she said again.

"You want to get f.u.c.ked?"

"At least it would be about f.u.c.king then!" she snapped back.

For a long moment we just stared at each other. Her fingers flexed and gripped my shoulders, and my hardened c.o.c.k pressed tightly between her legs.

I felt challenged, and I wasn't sure if I liked the feeling or not.

"Get in there," I finally said coldly.

Her tongue darted out over her lips, and her eyes dropped from my gaze to my mouth and then back again. She glanced over at the bedroom door like she didn't already know what was behind it.

I grabbed her chin again and turned her towards me.