His Score by B.L. Brooks
Cliff
A fucking month.
It’s taken me a fucking month to make my move on baby girl, and not to my own choosing.
Shit has been hitting the fan from left and right.
But now that I’m pacing my place, my blood boiling every time I look over and catch Carmen shaking, I’m relieved to at least have my baby girl in sight again.
Even though the sight is a tiny lump beneath a stack of blankets, a fire roaring beside the shivering girl. She’s beginning to have a little more color than what she did when I found her sleeping in that car, pale beneath a blanket that barely covered her chest.
I’m murderous, my body begging for someone to test me, giving me any kind of reason to beat them down to a pulp—releasing this anger inside.
When the Kelly’s disappeared on me and Carmen vanished, I was nearly frantic in my search to find her. I didn’t care Michael Calabrese demanded I locate the family. I also didn’t care how I’d effectively screwed my last job or that now, I had a pissed off mobster looking at me to clean this up.
Every thought was confused by this sweet girl I decided was to be mine the moment I found her. How I managed to let her slip away, I still haven’t forgiven myself since the night I left.
Given the connections I carry, I quickly discovered Carmen’s sisters had left town, one leaving for California with their mother and the other moving to a town outside of the city with her boyfriend.
As for Carmen, she was just gone.
“Mhmmm.”
I freeze, tensing for just a second before Carmen turns, falling back to sleep as I move back to stalking the bedroom, thinking about what I’m going to do next.
At first, when I found out baby girl was living in a tiny apartment with two other girls, I was relieved. I already knew she was working her days at a florist, not earning a decent wage to afford a place on her own. But I was content in knowing she was safe and warm with winter settling in.
At least, that’s what I was thinking before finding Carmen sleeping on the couch with a lock on the fridge like it’s daycare. After finding Carmen’s older sister’s car in the back alley beside the building, filled with baby girl’s items, I knew she wasn’t staying somewhere safe.
If I had my way, which I was dead set on having the night I left the little girl, Carmen would have been mine much sooner. I didn’t give a damn what anyone thought, including my conscience that warned me to stay back.
But I know who I am.
I was an orphan at eight, living on the streets of New York City while scraping by for survival. When Michael Calabrese found me, he took me under his wing. He raised me, making sure I was the efficient weapon in his diverse arsenal. At the time, I was just grateful to have a place to live.
The truth is, I never belonged and I’ve never really given a fuck to care about it. Not until finding this little ray of light, making me see what it is that I need.
Her warmth, her love I’m determined to have—bound to have. Even if I end up killing what small scrap of decency I have left and seduce an innocent girl like Carmen Veil.
I hear a groan, bringing me to stop, my eyes shooting back over to the bed as the covers move. I walk to her bedside, dropping to my knees as Carmen rolls around, looking to be waking up.
My throat is tight even as my dick stiffens, the blankets shifting down, revealing a naked breast topped by a hard pink nipple.
I decided to undress her as soon as I got her home. And no, given the circumstances, I was careful not to look as I helped her out of those freezing clothes that stuck to her shivering skin.
Now, with her eyes flickering and slowly opening, I allow myself this one gift of looking over her tit, admiring the sight. Carmen then stretches, kicking the blankets off her body in her dazed sleep, giving me a pain that feels so good.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my teeth clamping down, stopping a growl from erupting out as she reveals it all to me.
Stunning.
Her body is a work of art. Perfectly rounded breasts, just barely a handful that have the smallest, pinkest nipples. Her skin looks so soft…then there’s that hidden treasure between her legs. And as her thighs fall open, I get a tiny glimpse of what’s between—nothing more than a neat slit, smooth and topped with a small tuft of hair trimmed down close to her skin.
My mouth waters at the thought of pinning Carmen, licking that pussy up as I can only imagine the creamy heat I’d find once showing baby girl what that little clit of hers is there for.
“Fuck,” I grunt, reaching down, adjusting my dick and promising myself I’ll have what I want soon. In this time of searching, my entire focus on Carmen and Carmen alone, I’ve thought everything out. I know what’s needed and what I’m craving is the opportunity to look after baby girl. To house her, feed her, keep her safe while showing her what that body needs.
I groan at the thought of turning those perfect globes a bright pink, then dipping my digits inside of her hole, gliding in easily through the slick cream she’s made for me.
“You,” Carmen gasps, my head shooting up as the dirty images dissipate.
I’m met with a set of pure eyes and just like that, it’s like everything in my world is right again. And if I were a sane man capable of rational thought, I’d admit my obsession.
“You,” I say back with a grin, my voice a gruff moan of relief now that she’s awake. “I’m Cliff,” I introduce myself, pissed I never took the chance to before.
I won’t ever forget what it felt like walking into that alley, finding her asleep in that shitty little car. Those plump lips of hers were nearly blue as she kept huddled under a blanket made for a fucking toddler.
“Cliff?” Carmen says, this time a confused gasp turning into a squeal as she looks down, noticing her naked curves. “Oh my God!” she squeaks, scrambling to cover herself as her cheeks brighten up.
I chuckle, even though I’m not happy with her covering back up. But for how damn cute she looks, I’m enjoying her innocent antics.
“Wh-what am I doing here? How did I get here? Why am I naked?” she scrambles out, her cheeks flushing pink that I’ve been missing like hell.
“I brought you here, baby girl. Here being my home where I can keep you warm and safe.” The snarl in my tone a direct result of how I found her. “As for your nudity, your clothes had to go. They were freezing and only making it more difficult for you to warm up.”
Carmen stills, working through what I’ve said as she’s probably recalling that decision she made to sleep in her car. Silly girl.
“How did you find me?” she asks, a note of fear in her voice.
It isn’t every day you wake up somewhere new, and I give her the fact that it’s a little too coincidental how I was the one to find her. Besides telling her the truth, which is I’ve been stalking her for two weeks now, watching her every move, I decide instead to shrug and lie through my teeth.
Carmen would only freak if she knew the slightest truth.
“I bought the building where I found you at,” I admit, that part being true. “I happened to spot you when I was coming through the back.”
“You bought…” she trails off, confused.
“Yeah, that shitty little brick pile? That’s it.” I leave out the part where I was thinking of evicting everyone just to burn the damn shit hole to the ground, giving my girl a need for a new place to stay.
I’ll say it again, I’m not a sane man capable of rational thought. It’s a work in progress.
“Oh, God,” she groans, flushing. “You saw me out in the car, didn’t you? I swear I’m not homeless.”
“I didn’t think you were.” I grin as she defends herself, observing Carmen as she looks down, spinning her thumbs in a twirling motion.
“You…you saved me, didn’t you?” Baby girl says shyly, her eyes drawing back up to mine with another blush on those cheeks, making my throbbing cock feel fucking worse.
She’s staring at me in a way that’s bringing out the same greed in me as she did weeks ago. I need those lips on my skin, worshipping without direction.
Her presence here is enough to keep me content for the time being. I know what work lies ahead to score my prize.
It’s a damn good thing I’ve become a patient man. And after years in my field, I know how to wait—how to get my target.
