“I put my number in there in case we get separated.”
I glanced down at my phone, laughing when I saw the name. “The Latino Lover, huh?”
He grinned and leaned closer. With his lips just inches from mine, he said, “If you’re lucky. No, ifwe’relucky. I wasn’t kidding about trying out some of that shit in those books. I want to caress every inch of that sexy body of yours. First with my fingers, then with my lips. I want to taste you. I want to stick my tongue deep inside that tight little cunt and roll it until you’re begging me to fuck you. Then I’ll bury my cock in you and pound you so hard you’ll feel me every time you pleasure yourself.” His dark eyes looked almost feral.
As his brazen words sunk in, they evoked filthy images of Spade’s face between my legs. And what about when he fucked me? Was he a missionary guy? Did he prefer doggy style? All the questions building in my mind were burning me up from the inside out. My breath hitched, and his smile widened.
“I want to take you from behind, pulling your hair and grinding against your fine ass until you’ve screamed my name so many times your throat is as raw as your pussy. I want to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” The scorching hot look he raked over my body added fuel to the fire his words had started. “But only if you want it. The kind of pleasure I’m talking about has no room for regrets. You feel me?”
My body was all warm and fluttery and my breathing was erratic. I was definitely feeling something. If Spade’s words had this kind of effect on my body, I was terrified to see how I’d react to his hands, his tongue, and his cock. I didn’t even know if I could handle that level of pleasure.
My mind kept searching for a snappy response, but I was distracted by the way my body lingered on the edge of combusting. I wanted him to do all those nasty things to me. I wanted it more than my next breath or the promotion I’d been screwed out of. Spade was promising me mind-numbing pleasure, and Ineededit. Thankfully, before I could strip and demand that he take me right there in the front seat of my car, he pushed away and moseyed over to his ride like he hadn’t just set my libido on fire. His bike roared to life—sounding extremely loud in the confined garage—and then he motored forward to wait for me.
Resisting the urge to fan my overheated face and neck, I turned on the air conditioning and tried not to drool over the sight of him sitting on top of his bike as I adjusted my rearview mirror. Dangerous. Sexy. Inviting. Everything about the man intrigued me. He gave me another one of those crooked smiles, and it felt like a challenge, like he was daring me to follow him. Wondering what I was getting myself into, I pulled out of my space and followed Spade to the fire station that served as the Dead Presidents’ clubhouse.
I spent the entire drive thinking about all the things he wanted to do to me, each mental image growing more vivid than the last. By the time I arrived, my panties were soaked, and my body was on fire.
Spade
WHEN JESSICA AND I arrived at the fire station, dinner was being served. I could smell fried chicken and chocolate cake and knew the ol’ ladies must have prepared a feast to welcome the girls. Judging by the amount of laughter and chatter coming from the dining room, the entire club was camped out in there. Jessica drew closer to me, clueing me into the fact that crowds weren’t her thing.
“Come on. We’ll get you all settled in your room before we make introductions. That way you’ll have someplace to escape to if you need it.”
She gave me a grateful smile and followed me with her pillow and backpack while I carted her suitcase up the stairs to the empty bedroom across the hall from mine.
“The rooms aren’t much,” I said, setting her bag on the floor between the closet and dresser. “But you’ll have everything you need. The beds are comfortable, and you have full access to the kitchen and bar downstairs. Any food in the refrigerator or pantry is fair game unless someone’s name is written on it. Don’t be a dick and eat someone else’s lunch.”
She giggled. “I’ll try to restrain myself. But I do like to eat, so no promises.” Her head was on a swivel, taking in the small space. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Locker room style, down the hall on the right.”
Her eyebrows shot up her forehead and I could almost see her mind conjuring group orgies in the shower, no doubt due to those books she was reading. I wasn’t going to lie and say that kind of shit never happened, but the participants were always consensual, and it only ever happened in the men’s room.
“The women’s room has private stalls and private showers,” I assured her. “And only women are allowed in there. Nobody here will stand for your privacy being violated.”
Huffing out a relieved breath, she collapsed on the bed.
I sat beside her. “You’ve had a rough day.”
The corner of her lip tilted up. “You can say that again.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
She shook her head. “No. Thanks, but if avoidance was a country, I’d be the queen. I don’t even want tothinkabout it. I’d much rather be distracted until I can deal.”
“Fair enough.” She looked so wound up I couldn’t resist the urge to fuck with her. “I have a few distraction ideas, if you’re interested.” I waggled my eyebrows at her suggestively.
She laughed, but the way her eyes lit up told me she was interested. “Tempting. But I just met you, and…” Frowning, she let her words trail off.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just… safe. Boring.” She shook her head. “Stupid Chad.”
“I don’t think you’re either of those things.” I let my gaze drift down her body, showing her the appreciation I felt. “I think you’re beautiful and smart and funny and sweet. You shouldn’t let that fuck-face take up space in your brain. You’re too good to waste a single thought on him.”
Her eyes softened and she looked away. “Thank you.”
Hooking my finger under her chin, I drew her attention back to me. Her big brown eyes were bright as she chewed on her bottom lip. I wanted to suck it out from beneath her teeth, but I refused to make the first move. At least, not today. She’d been through enough without me attacking her. Still, I had one card left to play. “Should you get bored or want to take me up on my offer, my bedroom is right across the hall. And unlike with other people’s lunches, there’s no need for you to restrain yourself in there.”
