“You in the military?” she asked as she glanced at my high-and-tight haircut.
I ran a hand over the short length causing a rasping sound. “No.” It wasn’t a lie. That part of my life was over.
“Oh,” she said before she took another drink of liquid courage.
We made small talk, and I was quickly mesmerized by the cadence of her voice and her rich, throaty laugh. Each time she spoke, my cock jumped in my jeans until it was damn near painful. Something about her screamed to me on a primitive level.
“So Jay, you wanna go somewhere quieter?” I asked, knowing exactly what I wanted to do with her. Patiently, I waited and casually finished the last beer. I’d had three to her two. She might be feeling mellow, but there was no way she was drunk. That’s something I wouldn’t do no matter how horny I was—take advantage of a woman.
Again she wet her lips, and I had to adjust my dick. Her honey-colored gaze watched me, and I didn’t make excuses. We both knew what I was asking. She glanced out into the crowd, locating her friend as she danced and made out with Ghost. Her gaze nervously scanned the party-goers, then she returned those beautiful eyes to me.
“She’s safe. He’s a bit forward, but he’s a good guy.” For the most part anyway, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Ghost would never hurt a chick.
She set her empty bottle on the table next to the others and stood. “Lead the way, Nico.”
My grin widened, and I stood. Carefully avoiding touching her bare skin that peeked between her shirt and her denim skirt, I placed my hand at the small of her back. We went around the building and in the back door. The music played inside, but not as loud. Down the hall we could hear the party that had moved inside, but in the back hall where the rooms were, it was muted.
Slipping my key into the lock, I opened the room I’d been given to use for the night. Normally prospects wouldn’t get their own room, but for tonight this one was mine. Rowdy told me to have fun and to enjoy it while I could, because I’d be sleeping in the bunkhouse when I put on that prospect cut.
“It’s pretty sparse in here,” she said as she walked the small room, trailing her fingers along the dresser, then sat on the end of the bed. Her hands were next to her hips as she leaned slightly forward, causing cleavage to show through the cuts in the front of the T-shirt.
I shrugged, not wanting to discuss the room.
For a second she looked nervous, but that bold gleam quickly returned. “Come here,” she whispered in that sexy, husky tone. My balls tightened at the sound, and I had to tell them to calm the fuck down. I set my empty bottle on the dresser and stepped between her legs.
Without another word, she worked my belt loose and unfastened my jeans. She shoved them down, and my cock sprang out, happy as you please. “How many girls have you fucked in here, Nico?” she asked before she gripped my shaft in her hand and slowly worked the length.
All I could do was shake my head.
Anyone would’ve thought I was a kid getting his first hand job. I sucked in a breath and fought to keep from shooting my load in her face. “Goddamn,” I groaned as she leaned forward and licked the end of my cock, swiping the clear bead off the tip. Immediately, my heart began to hammer against my ribs, and I thought for sure she could hear it thumping like the telltale heart as it pumped all the blood in my brain to my engorged cock.
Jay was fucking beautiful, but when she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and worked it farther into her mouth, she was stunning.
“Fuuuck,” I moaned. I had to lace my hands at the back of my neck so I wouldn’t grab her head and shove my cock down her throat. Touching her might ruin everything, but fuck, my hands tingled to feel her—ached to run through the silky strands of her mocha-colored hair and cradle her face.
Inside a voice screamed at me.Just once. Take off those sexy-as-fuck clothes, fuck her mouth, then run my hands and tongue over every inch of her golden skin until I was hard again. Didn’t matter that I knew that was impossible. This primal roar filled my ears as each beat of my heart chantedshe’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine.
That mouth was pure magic. Like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life. Mind-blowing and evidently load-blowing, because I had to grip her hair and pull her off so I didn’t shoot down her throat before I drove into her pussy. It had been so long since I’d actually fucked a woman, I was dying to feel her tight sheath squeeze my cock.
“Why did you stop me?” she panted as she gripped my thighs. I was careful not to touch anything but her hair, and even that I was getting ripples off, but nothing solid.
That was manageable.
“On the bed. On your knees,” I demanded. For a split second, I regretted treating her like a patch chaser—though I didn’t have one yet. Why? Because possessiveness spread through my blood like thick poison. A tiny whisper in the back of my mind told me she was meant for me and me alone.
That she really was mine.
Except I knew better. I’d never have a woman of my own. It was impossible.
Still, the perfect fucking woman, she did as I said and turned to her hands and knees with her ass facing me.
“Don’t question me, and don’t touch me unless I tell you to,” I said. Eyes hooded, she looked over her shoulder and nodded.
Pure adrenaline zipping through my veins, I gripped her skirt in my hands and wadded it up to her waist. Her thong barely covered her swollen pussy, and I could see it was drenched. It was my undoing. Knowing I might be fucking up, I needed a taste. Reverently, I knelt behind her. My fingers tightly gripped her skirt, and I pulled her hips back so I could lick her through the satin.
“Fuck,” I muttered to myself at the first burst of her unique flavor over my tongue. If only I could bury my face in there as I gripped her bare hips in my hands, I’d be in heaven. Yet, in truth, I knew it would possibly be hell.
Still, she tasted divine. Like a sweet and tangy elixir of the gods, handed to me on a satin-covered platter. Being unable to fully devour her as my fingers dug in with a bruising grip like I wanted pissed me off. It had me wanting to howl in frustration and gnash my teeth at the unfairness of my life.