Soul Broker (3 page)

Drew ate to be polite, but he didn’t care about it. He could barely take his eyes off Mackenzie. She wore a light pink camisole, and skin-tight blue jeans. Her oval shaped face enhanced a dimple on her right cheek; he loved to watch it peek out. Her chestnut hair hung loose down her back and he noticed a single curler dangled from the end.

He laughed and Mackenzie glanced up. “What’s so funny?”

He reached over and pulled the roller out, handing it to her. “You forgot one.”

Mackenzie’s cheeks turned red. “Thank you.” She placed it on the table, under her napkin.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m flattered that you thought enough of me to fix your hair.” He reached over and caressed her hand. “You didn’t have to though. I thought you were beautiful even with the wind whipping it around earlier.”

“Thanks.” Mackenzie’s lips curved in a half smile as the red spread to her ears and neck.

When her fingers brushed his hand it took everything he had not to take her, right there on the table. The electricity from her touch caused his dick to engorge. Add to that he could see the swell of her breasts every time she reached over, it made him want to explode. It had been a long time since he had sex, and the woman before him was driving him crazy.

She gazed at him with glassy eyes. Her eyes ventured across his chest and then down to his lap. Mackenzie nibbled on the tip of her finger. Drew watched every movement, and found himself licking his lips as she pulled her finger into her mouth.
I wish I was the food on her finger.

“The food was delicious. May I turn on some music?”

Mackenzie nodded.

Drew wiped his mouth with his napkin and scooted his chair from the table. He walked over to the radio and turned it on, searching until he stopped at what sounded like elevator music to Mackenzie. He held out his hand to her.

“I don’t dance,” she giggled. “But then again, I don’t drink.” She lifted the empty wine bottle and laughed. She teetered to the side as she stood, grasping the table and laughing.

“Come on, dance with me.” He met her halfway and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her hips clo
se so she could feel his need. This was her chance to run.

Mackenzie rested her head on his shoulder and whispered, “I don’t usually do this kind of thing.”

“What kind of thing? Dance?” Drew asked with a wink.

Mackenzie met his eyes. “Unless the hard-on you have in your pants isn’t for me, then yeah, I was talking about dancing.”

Drew laughed, “Oh, it’s for you. If you want it.”

He placed his palms on the arc of her back, pulling her closer, running his fingers up and down her back before settling at her hips. He grasped them and her closer. She arched her back and a small sigh escaped.

Mackenzie’s fingers danced across his back, alternating between squeezing his shoulders and running her nails up and down. The feeling was pure torture without the pain he was accustomed to. His hand followed the edge of the hem of her shirt, tracing small circles across her belly before finding her breasts.

He lifted the scrap of lace, rolling the peaked nipples between his fingers. She leaned back, eyes hooded, and let out a moan.

“It’s been a long time,” Mackenzie said, grinding herself into him. “Maybe we should take this into my room.”

“The one down the hall?” Drew asked, lifting her up. Mackenzie wrapped her legs tight around his waist, and locked her ankles. He closed his eyes, bent down, and inhaled her scent along her neck.
Roses
. Drew’s tongue traced her lips, urging her to part them. Mackenzie complied and he thrust his tongue inside, matching the rhythm of his hips.

Mackenzie ran her fingers through his hair, and nibbled at his neck. He pressed her against the wall. She reached down between her legs, unzipped his jeans, and took his erection into her hand. It pulsed and throbbed, begging for release. He groaned against her mouth as she wrapped her soft, smooth palm around it and started stroking him, slow at first, then increasing the speed. Heat filled his veins as her small hands squeezed gently, and his sack drew up. He was going to spill his seed in her hands if she didn’t stop immediately.

“Stop, or I won’t be able to,” he grunted between ragged breaths.

“I want you now.” Mackenzie trailed kisses across his jaw and down his neck.

Drew froze. She kept kissing down to his collar bone, biting and sucking as she went.

She doesn’t see or feel the collar?
He released the breath he held.

He plucked the button of her jeans free, and set her down long enough to free her from the
confines of the tight fabric. He slid the jeans down her smooth legs, tracing his fingers along her thigh as he went. Drew slid his fingers under the lacy fabric and ripped it away.

He traced her ear lobe with his tongue, and then whispered, “Are you ready for me?”

Mackenzie withered under the assault and nodded.

He inserted one finger then another into her slick opening, moving them in and out as her muscles clenched down with each swift stroke. He withdrew his fingers, which glistened with her dampness.

“You are so tight,” Drew hissed, imagining how her walls were going to squeeze his dick.

“It’s been a long time.”

Drew placed his thumb against her swollen nub, rubbing in small circles. Mackenzie let out a soft moan, and shifted her hips lower to align with his dick, throbbing painfully.

“Are you sure?” Drew wasn’t sure he could stop now if he wanted to, but he felt something for this woman he hadn’t felt in a long time. He needed to give her the chance to say no, the chance to save them both.

Mackenzie placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled his mouth closer to hers. She moved her right hand, and traced his lower lip with her fingers. That touch sent a spark through him.
Damn, there’s no stopping now.

He pressed her back against the wall, driving into her, allowing her to adjust as he filled her core. Her sheath squeezed his dick. The sensation bordered between pleasure and pain.

Mackenzie buried her face into his neck, kissing, licking and sucking. She gasped as Drew increased his rhythm. “Don’t stop!”

Sweat formed on his forehead as he thrust himself in over and over, each time burying the base a little further.
Every thrust faster, deeper, causing her to scream out. Her cries drove him to slam harder until his cries joined hers and his seed was pulled deeper by her spasming muscles.

Drew leaned against Mackenzie as he caught his breath.

“Wow. That was amazing,” Mackenzie said.

“Where is your bedroom again?”

“You want to go again?” Mackenzie nibbled on his chin.

“Baby, I can do this all night.” Drew carried her into the room and closed the door.

The sun shone through her bedroom windows. Mackenzie rolled over, feeling the best kind of sore. She thought about the things she had done and felt her face warm. She did things she didn’t think were humanly possible. She giggled at the thought of her feet touching her cheeks. Mackenzie rolled over to where he had slept. Empty, but sheets still warm.

She put on a robe and checked in the bathroom, living room, and kitchen. Drew was nowhere to be found. She walked back into the bedroom in search of a note. She rifled through the contents on top of her dresser, her nightstand, and then searched the bathroom and the rest of the house, before returning to her room. Nothing.

Mackenzie’s heart sank. She’d never had a one night stand before. She thought back, and Drew had never promised her anything. They were practically strangers.

She smacked her forehead over and over. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

Anxiety and fear filled her as she thought about STD’s she may have contracted. Tears began to flow, bile filled her throat. She ran to the bathroom and puked.

Mackenzie wiped her mouth. She walked into her bedroom, grabbed the lamp, and threw it. “Drew, whatever the hell your last name is, you’re an asshole!”

Three years later

Blood dripped from his wrists and neck where the shackles and collar cut through his skin. His skin raw, and te
nder, his limbs and mind numb. Olesha chained all Soul Brokers in her throne room. She liked to display them for all the Under-Lords of Hell to see, her prizes, her trophies. Drew hadn’t moved from the spot in three years.

His thoughts drifted back to the night of passion he had spent with the chestnut- haired beauty. She lay asleep, wrapped in his arms when the collar burned through his skin, like a torch cutting through flesh. The pain increased until Olesha ripped him from the Earth plane back to his
home
. He tried to put out of his mind the feel of her hands caressing his chest, but there was something special about her that wouldn’t allow him to forget.

Olesha approached him. “I have a job for you,” she said in a screeching tone.

“Why are you sending me to Earth soon?” Drew held his head up so he could look down at the fiery red-head.

She ran her nails across his chest, watching the rivulets of blood they left behind. “Aww, I thought you’d be happy. I could send another to do it, but this is something special. Something I want you to do personally for me.” She jerked his head and ran her tongue across his cheek. Drew pulled away as Olesha laughed.

“What is it?” Drew’s shoulders tensed, wishing he could wipe the foulness away.

“There’s a girl, I want you to bring her back with you.” Olesha pranced back and forth, swaying her hips from side to side. Her long red dress was cut down to her navel, exposing her breasts. The sides of the dress were slit up to her waist, allowing nothing to the imagination.

“We don’t take humans from that plane. It’s forbidden.” Drew spat the words out.

She grabbed Drew by the chin. He struggled to pull away, but his insides burned. She used her power of fire on him. His body ignited from the inside out, unable to breathe, unable to move. Her cold eyes never looked away as she watched him smolder from the inside-out. He stopped struggling and Olesha smiled. Her nails dug into his cheeks, warm blood following in their path. “Uh-huh. Be a good boy and do as you’re told.” She released his face and licked the blood from under her nails. “Mmmm, you taste good.” She laughed.

Drew realized that she said girl. Not a woman, but a
child
. Anger surged through his veins and he yanked at the chains binding him. Fire ripped through his body, but he ignored the pain.

“I can’t steal a human, let alone a human child. It’s forbidden!” Sweat dripped from his brow as his Master increased the burn. He would have crumpled to his knees if it weren’t for the chains binding him to the wall.

“Tsk, tsk, Soul Broker. I never said steal. This child belongs to me.” Olesha brought her lips to his ear. “She is your child, and whatever belongs to you also belongs to me.”

Drew yanked his head away. Thoughts raced as he tried to figure out what the hell she was talking about. The realization smashed into him. “Mackenzie,” he whispered.

“Yes, the whore I had to drag you from on your last visit has bore a daughter. I want her.” Olesha cupped his chin. “And you will bring her to me.”

“No. No, I will not.” Drew glared at her. He would not allow a child to be raised by this bitch, especially not his child.