“You’re lucky I don’t punch you in the face for talking to me like that,” Janie told him, her body hot with an unavoidable heat.
If I’m so appalled, why does sleeping with him sound like a good thing to do?
Damn, he talked a good game. Rusty Nail didn’t flinch or look away as he told her of his sexual desires. He also didn’t seem bothered by the snickering pack of idiots cheering him on. And had she not been sexually attracted to him, she wouldn’t be standing in front of him, considering his proposition. If he fucked like he looked, she’d walk funny for a week, maybe longer.
“I won’t apologize,” he said directly. “I’m not saying anything that you don’t want to hear.”
Her throat went dry. She hadn’t had a good night of passion in, well, ever. She’d had sex, sure, but nothing that was mind-numbing or storytelling worthy. She had a feeling that Rusty Nail’s ego wouldn’t let him be a lousy lay. Getting a woman to go to bed was easy when a person looked like he did and smelled like hundred dollar bills. There were a dozen women in the bar that had been eyeing him since he walked in. For some reason, he’d been eyeing only her.
What did she have to lose? She’d get laid, finally, by a man that was dangerously attractive and understood the importance of personal hygiene. There was a good chance she’d never have to see him again, since this was the first time he’d ever come into Iron Horse. Rusty Nail struck her as a guy that would visit a martini bar before stepping foot inside a sports bar. It really was a win-win for her.
“Okay, I’ll go home with you. Just know that I want more than your dick getting wet.” Janie glanced over his shoulder to see the table full of curious men. “No pressure, but I expect you to be the best fuck I’ve ever had. Don’t disappoint me or each one of your little friends will know exactly how badly you failed.”
If he wanted to have sex with her, she was game. He was by far the sexiest man she’d ever seen. There was nothing unattractive about him other than his piss-poor, snobby, I’m-better-than-you attitude. But she wasn’t going to sleep with his personality, she was going to get her lust sated with a delicious man who hopefully liked wearing a ball gag.
“I get off at midnight. If you want me, you’ll have to wait until then.”
His victorious, panty-dropping grin stunned her. “I’ll wait and then watch with pleasure as you get off again.”
A jolt of heat chased along the nerve-endings of her body. She wasn’t sure if it was the way he looked or the things he said, but he was turning her on at warp speed. She hoped she could survive the next few hours without needing to run to the bathroom to masturbate. Never in her life had something like this happened to her. Nothing had ever made her pussy so wet and eager for pleasure.
When Rusty Nail returned to the table with his friends, Jace closed in on her. “Are you out of your damn mind?” He didn’t let her talk as he continued, “I heard what you’re doing. You’re going home with him. You don’t even know him.”
“Wow. When did you go all Cops on me?”
“When you made plans to sleep with him,” Jace said, hiking his thumb over his shoulder in Rusty Nail’s direction.
“Seriously?” Layton Goldman asked, slipping up beside Janie, her strawberry blonde hair bouncing over her shoulders. “You got that hot-ass lawyer dude to ask you out?”
“No, I didn’t,” Janie said matter-of-factly. She had no intentions of going out with him. That meant dating. Sex was sex and clearly not the same thing.
Layton furrowed her brow, her green eyes searching. “I heard him ask you to go home with him tonight.”
“He did.” Again her tone gave no indication of how nervous she was about the encounter and the prospect of going through with her one-night affair.
“And?” Layton dragged out the word.
“How is it that you heard anything? You should be working in the restaurant, covering for Claire tonight, not eavesdropping on my conversations.”
“How could I not? He’s smoking hot and I heard the word sex tossed around like a dozen times. I think I heard fuck, too.” Layton feigned a shiver. “Sex and fuck are two words that are like a homing beacon for curious minds. Especially horny ones.”
“You mean, perverted ones.”
“You say potato and I say don’t screw this up. You have the chance to have all that.” She inclined her chin at Rusty Nail. “That’s pretty awesome.”
What if she was making a mistake? What if he was some kind of predator and she’d let herself agree to something she might never have if he hadn’t pushed her buttons so well. “Ever seen him in here before?”
“No,” Layton said. “Never and that’s horribly unfortunate.”
Not for Janie, it wasn’t. She liked the idea even more of going home with Rusty Nail. She’d get what she needed without the awkward aftermath.
“I think you’re making a mistake, Janie,” Jace told her, his jaw ticking. “Before you leave, you better make sure I have all his information. Full name, address, phone number. Everything. If anything happens to you, I’m going to arrest his Armani-wearing ass.”
I’ve lost my mind.
The cool night air teased over Janie’s nipples and the hair all over her body stood on end. Never in her life had she been so brazen, felt so sexy and desired. Maybe that was why she’d taken off her bra and panties, tossed caution into the wind, and stood in front of Victor like a teasing piece of ass.
The hunger that filled his gaze as he glanced over her body appreciatively, had a throb building between her legs. Breathless and consumed with need, she glided down the steps of the pool and into the water, sinking until the water wrapped around her shoulders.
Victor obviously liked to give orders, but that didn’t mean she had to follow them. “No,” she replied defiantly.
“You’ve made it this far. Why resist now?”
His expression was blank, which made it difficult to gage his reaction. She licked her dry lips, swallowing down the lump in her throat.
“Ask nicely,” she demanded, firing up the courage to stand her ground.
As tempting as Victor was, she wouldn’t give into him. That wasn’t who she was, and damn it, she wasn’t going to alter herself based on fear.
“Come here,” he repeated.
She gnashed her teeth together, frowning. “Stop ordering and ask nicely.”
She almost didn’t recognize the husky sound of her voice. And when he moved across the pool to close the distance between them, she couldn’t breathe. He came at her like a primal animal would his prey, taking her by the hand and leading her back to the steps.
“I’m over the games, Janie and I’m tired of waiting.” On a gasp, he guided her down to the steps so that only her knees were in the water and her hands rested on the edge of the pool. He came up behind her, massaging her hips and ass. She almost lost all coherent thought as his tongue grazed over the flesh of her ass and then slipped between her cheeks to massage her anus.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, but he held her in place, not letting her escape.
No one had ever touched her so intimately before. But instead of apprehension, she felt wicked and more heat pooled between her legs.
“I will have you tonight, Janie. Every way I can.”
She shivered, as his mouth moved over her pussy lips, his tongue licking her from front to back. Then she gasped as his finger plunged inside her wet hole.
“Someone’s excited,” he rasped, adding another finger.
When he stopped touching her, she held perfectly still, waiting for the next tantalizing assault on her body. Then he stood beside her, offering her his hand as he led her from the pool to the lounge chair.
“Lay down.” Again his words were orders, his expression blank.
The needs of her body overruled her willingness to argue. She did as he demanded.
He dropped the towel he’d placed on the other chair onto the ground and knelt on it, encouraging her legs apart. He dragged his tongue over his lips before moving to taste her slickness. She quivered as he sampled her, sucking on her clit, and shoving two fingers inside her. With his index finger and thumb, he spread her pussy lips, bringing the hood of her clit up. He clamped his mouth around the sensitive bud and feverishly sucked until her world shattered. White blotches filled her vision as she came. She cried out as her body rode the waves of an earth-shattering orgasm.
She writhed in his hands as he continued to taste her, his fingers moving in and out of her as her core squeezed them tight. She shivered, clawing for his head, twisting her finger in his hair. Her grip tightened as she’d reached the limit of sensitivity.
“Stop,” she ordered, bringing his head up to look at him. “I can’t take anymore.”
The flicker of his devilish grin had flutters of desire ravaging her. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath.
He stood, and she was thankful for the moment. But it was quickly over as he reached for her hand and pulled her up. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. At first she squirmed, not sure if she could handle the taste of herself on his lips. But the way he kissed her, held her, overpowered her mind to think of only him and the passion that exploded between them, she couldn’t resist.
His tongue slipped between her lips, dueling with hers. He used his size and strength to guide her, moving her head in the direction that would give him the best angle to deepen the kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. Her nipples scraped over his chest, heightening the arousal.
She gasped as he lifted her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. He moved them back to the bar and placed her bottom on a stool. Then he reached inside a box on the counter and she knew it was a condom. He parted briefly to put it on and returned to kissing her. His mouth trailed from her lips, down her throat, and settled on her breast. She held the back of his head as he feasted on her erect and sensitive nipple.
Standing, he gripped her hips and brought her to the edge of the stool, then, with her legs wrapped around his hips, he shoved inside her. She gasped as he filled her, his thickness forcing her eyes closed as she adjusted to his size.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said with a groan, arching his chin up as if to stare toward the heavens above.
Breathless and panting, she muttered, “It’s been awhile.”
His hips moved slowly, thrusting easy until she clawed at his ass to move faster—the heels of her feet pulling against his body, beckoning him.