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  “You know how it is, man.” I lifted my eyebrows when he stepped over and handed the cue to Kat.

  “Thanks,” she murmured as she took it. His eyes narrowed for a moment before they softened. He got it now. And he would have done the same thing. Fucker.

  “Here ya go.” Dillon leaned across me, her low-cut top revealing a substantial amount of tit, as she set our drinks on the table.

  “Thanks, sweetheart.” I placed a hand on her hip.

  “Anytime.” Her lips curled up, one eyebrow arched in invitation. I knew what she was asking, I just wasn’t sure if I was up for it tonight. I smiled at her before she walked away.

  “I think it’s your go,” Kat said. From the look on her face, I could tell she’d seen the flirtation pass between Dillon and me. The magnetism Dillon and I shared was undeniable. I had it with a lot of women. Kat didn’t look angry, just confused. It was new to her. I got that.

  “Right.” I stood and stepped into her space, lifting a thumb to her cheek. “Glad you came, Sugar.”

  Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her long eyelashes fanning across her cheeks. I pushed my hand up into her thick red hair and threaded the soft strands through my fingers before I turned and angled to the pool table.

  I took my shot, sank a stripe, and then another before looking up to Kat. She slammed her drink back before smiling and stepping up to me. “My turn?”

  “Mm hmm . . . “ I put a hand on her hip as she shuffled and assessed the table, her head tipped to the side. She positioned and bent at the waist, aiming up her shot before sinking a solid. She straightened and twisted the cue between her fingers, a sexy smirk on her face as she winked at me. Fuck me, she was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Her attitude did things to me, had my gut twisted up with lust and my dick throbbing with the need to be buried inside her.

  Two more balls sank, and she was on a roll. “You underestimated your experience.” I stepped up behind her as she lined up another shot.

  “I’ve got a feeling you did too,” she murmured and pressed her ass into me. I groaned as my free hand traveled up her waist to land near the curve of her breast.

  “Never.” I moved in for the kill and dusted a fingertip across her nipple. I could feel it harden and strain against the fabric of her dress. She moaned softly and pressed harder into me. “Take your shot.” A small gasp escaped her throat before pulling back the cue. I pinched her nipple as hard as I dared just as she released and the ball bounced off the table.

  I grinned as she spun around to confront me. “That’s not fair.” Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

  “Neither is underestimating your game.”

  “Oh, it’s on now, playboy. You don’t know who you’re messing with.” She slid one hand down the front of my jeans and palmed my dick through the fabric. I sucked a sharp inhale through my teeth as she squeezed. I had a feeling I was in for so much more than I’d bargained for when that wild mass of strawberry red hair had caught my eye across the bar the last time we’d been here.

  I backed away from her and took in the table. I walked around the edge and eyed up a shot. I leaned down, eyeing the white ball and the stripe I was aiming for before her beautiful tits came into view.

  “Fuck,” I muttered.

  “Problem, playboy?” She licked her lips and shimmied the fabric of her dress down a little to reveal more of her cleavage.

  “Not at all,” I gritted through my teeth. I pulled back, ready to take my shot when she trailed one fingertip up her cleavage.

  “Jesus Christ.” My arm released before I could think and the white ball bounced off the edge, coming nowhere near the stripe I was aiming at. She licked her lips as she straightened and tipped her head, her beautiful waves falling over one shoulder. I hooked one thumb into the pocket of my jeans as I watched her stand before me like a fucking she-devil. A sexy she-devil meant to distract every man on earth. She licked her lips as our gazes locked before she went back to the table, took another long draw of her drink, then prepared to take her next shot.

  “You’re quite the distraction tonight, Sugar.” I leaned over her body as she lined up her shot. I trailed a hand up under her dress, along the soft skin at the inside of her thigh.

  “Mmm . . .” she hummed as my hand reached the satin.

  I angled my body to block the view of anyone who might be paying attention to us. The pool table was in a room separate from the rest of the bar, but still not entirely private. “Next time I see you, I don’t want you wearing panties,” I growled in her ear as I shoved the fabric to the side and teased the wet flesh between her legs.

  “Doesn’t seem to be prohibitive in any way.”

  “Nothing is. But imagine what I could do if this flimsy barrier didn’t stand between me and your beautiful pussy.” I slid a finger up her swollen flesh as she arched into me on a moan, then I shoved two fingers into her hot cunt. I moved in and out of her slowly, teasing the slick flesh, listening to her moans as her body hummed and came alive under my hand. “Take your shot, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear as her hips rocked back and forth on my hand. “Take your shot while my fingers are inside your wet pussy. While you ride my hand.” I hooked my fingers and felt her body quiver with need. She took a deep breath and aimed before releasing her shot and sinking the solid. Her hands shook as she looked up to assess the thinning crowd at the bar. No one was paying attention, but I saw the wild look in her eyes, the possibility of being caught. She got off on it. She was dripping and waiting to come all over my hand, just thinking of other people in the room with us.

  “Jesus, this makes you hot doesn’t it, Sugar? You’re on the verge of cumming all over my hand.” I pressed a thumb against her back entrance.

  “Lane,” she moaned quietly.

  “It’s Wild, sweetheart. Anyone ever touched you here?”

  “No.” She shook her head, her long hair whipping around my face, the sweet floral scent filling my nostrils.

  “Glad to know I’ll be the first one, then.” I massaged her dripping flesh one last time before breaking all contact and straightening myself out.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned as she dropped her head on the green velvet of the table in front of us.

  “Later, Sugar. We’ve got a game to finish.” I stepped away and gestured for another drink. She huffed as she stood, glaring at me.

  “How do you do that?”

  “What? Get you close to exploding and stop?” My lips turned up in a smirk.

  “Yeah,” she replied as she fiddled with the pool cue in her hands. Nervous energy poured off her, her thighs shifting, her nipples pebbled under her dress.

  “Denial makes the reward that much sweeter. If I keep you just on the edge all night, imagine how hard you’ll come when I finally take you.”

  Her beautiful throat contracted as she swallowed, her eyes blazing with desire.

  “Plus, I like seeing that look on your face every time you think of me inside you.” I lifted a fingertip to her lips, still damp with her juices, and ran it across the seam. She shocked the hell out of me and sucked it into her mouth. Her eyes closed and she hummed as she licked her arousal off of my fingers. I’d never met a woman who played so innocent during the daylight hours, but give her a drink and the comfort of darkness and she came alive, sex pouring out of every pore.

  Another round of pool and a few more drinks later, and my brain was buzzing with liquor and need for the new girl in town. She bent over the pool table and shook her ass, my eyes taking in the lush curves of her body—the tight buds of her nipples, the legs that went up to nearly there—had my brain short-circuiting with the promise of getting up and under that skirt.

  I’d managed to keep it under control after I’d fingered her at the pool table, but she’d upped her game. She’d gotten touchy-feely, her fingers drifting across her body, pulling the thick hair off her neck, revealing damp skin. Her hips swayed to the heavy beat of the rock music that piped through the speakers.

 
Kat drew a crowd. All eyes in the joint were on her and her beautiful body and she didn’t even realize it; she only had eyes for me. Such a lucky fucking bastard I was.

  “Another drink, Dillon,” I murmured as the waitress walked by and brushed against my arm.

  “No can do, Wild. Last call was fifteen ago.” She placed a hand on my arm. “Looks like you’re having fun tonight. She leave you high and dry?” Dillon looked around the room for Kat.

  “Hardly. Bathroom break.”

  “Ahh.” Dillon and I had a casual relationship. I’d stayed a lot of nights after closing and we’d fucked on the bar, in the back room, anywhere the need took us. We were hardly friends; I saw her only in this context. Come to think of it, I didn’t even know where she lived.

  “Well, pack it up, cowboy. Unless you think she’d . . .?” Dillon arched one perfect eyebrow and nodded toward the restroom where Kat had disappeared.

  I chuckled. “I don’t think so.” She was implying a threesome, something we’d done before, but not something I thought Kat would be into.

  “You sure about that? She seems pretty . . . open,” she whispered in my ear and nipped at my lobe before pulling away. I sucked my lip between my teeth as I thought about the two of them together. Hands and lips and tits. A groan escaped my throat at the vision.

  I stood from the barstool, grabbed Kat’s leather jacket, and headed down the hallway to wait for her. I leaned against the wall, head bent, her leather over my arm, one foot resting against the wall behind me. I wasn’t sure yet where we were going, but there was no way this shit was over. Her place or mine, I needed her tonight. Had to get inside that tight body and lose myself in her scent for a while. And maybe this time, she wouldn’t run off in the morning.

  “I’m ready,” she murmured. I looked up into her dazzling eyes, hooded and glazed with alcohol and lust. Her lips were bright red from all the kisses I’d been stealing throughout the night.

  “Come here, Sugar.” I pulled her into my arms, my hands cupping her face while I kissed her fiercely. With my lips pressed to hers, she moaned and nipped before pulling away and trailing her lips down my neck. I thrust my head back against the wall and gave into her, gave into her sweet seduction, the sexual tension bouncing between us in waves.

  “Wild . . .” she moaned as she popped the button on my jeans and slid her palm in, grabbing my dick and tugging.

  “Fuck, baby.” I slid my hands up her thighs, hiking her dress up as the bass pounded around us in the dim hallway. We were as alone as we could be in a public place.

  I heaved her up onto my hips and her legs wrapped around me in an instant. She ground her body against mine, her head thrown back as she moaned, my lips trailing up her skin and nipping at her throat.

  “So fucking hot. Teasing me all night, I just want inside you.” I shoved a hand between us and slipped my fingers beneath her panties.

  “Take me. Right here. I need you,” she purred.

  “You like me touching your pussy in public, baby?”

  One hand cupped her ass cheek, holding her against me, as my other played with the swollen flesh between her legs.

  “Mmm, so beautiful.” Another pair of hands wrapped around Kat’s body and played with the pebbled nipples beneath her dress. Kat groaned in pleasure before her eyes fluttered open and came to meet mine.

  “You like it when she touches you?” I watched her green eyes light with realization before she turned her head to see Dillon pressed against her back, fondling Kat’s tits. Kat sucked her full lips between her teeth, sex and fear blazing in her eyes. “Let go, baby. Just feel.” I thrust my fingers inside her hot pussy and felt the arousal running down my hand. Dillon was making her even hotter. Jesus Christ, this girl was a constant surprise.

  “You have perfect tits. Round and full,” Dillon whispered along Kat’s neck before her eyes closed and a soft moan escaped her lips. “Can I?” Dillon stepped to the side and licked her lips, nodding her head. I arched an eyebrow at her before she gave each of Kat’s breasts one firm squeeze and then tugged down the fabric of her low cut dress. She pulled the lace of Kat’s bra to one side and then ducked, her soft blonde hair falling across Kat’s chest, whispering across the pale skin and pebbling her nipples further.

  She sucked one of Kat’s firm nipples between her lips and pulled, kneading the soft flesh between her fingers. A loud groan escaped Kat’s lips as I tugged the fabric of her panties aside and ran my aching erection between her swollen lips. A woman touched another woman differently than a man did. When I got my hands on her body, I was rough, demanding, couldn’t get enough of her; but when Dillon kneaded Kat’s beautiful tits, it was a slow massage, feeling and savoring, for her own pleasure as much as Kat’s. It was a sight to behold. Possibly the most beautiful thing on earth, one woman pleasuring another.

  Kat arched and rocked against me as I teased at her entrance, my eyes trained on Dillon’s lips sucking and pulling at Kat’s nipples. I slid between her wet flesh, grinding and tilting my hips into her pussy and rubbing against her clit before a choked moan escaped Kat’s throat as she clutched Dillon’s blonde hair between her fingers and held her lips to her breast as her body shuddered with release. Hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen and had me nearly blowing my load before I’d even gotten inside her hot body.

  I’d had threesomes before, but watching Kat, someone so sassy and seemingly innocent, come undone with my dick teasing her flesh and Dillon’s mouth on her tits had my head and dick pounding with uncontrollable need.

  Kat came down from the high of her climax, weak and sated. Her head fell on my shoulder, hair a wild, beautiful mess.

  “She’s something,” Dillon murmured as she arched an eyebrow at me. As if Kat was hearing Dillon for the first time, her head shot up and she looked to her, then me. Her beautiful cheeks turned a bright shade of red. I laughed as Kat tucked her head back into my shoulder.

  “Oh my God,” she groaned.

  “Don’t go shy now, Sugar. That was hot. No need to be shy, takin’ what you need.” I lifted her head from my shoulder and held her chin, running a thumb across her swollen lips. A small smile lifted her mouth before she glanced to Dillon and back to me, a small frown tugging them back down.

  “Thanks for letting me play, but I think you two are on your own tonight.” Dillon wiggled her eyebrows at me. She was a great fucking girl. Never strings attached. Always just down for some fun and had the ability to walk away.

  “Later, Dillon,” I muttered.

  “Wild.” She tipped her head and then turned and walked down the hall and out of sight.

  “That was so embarrassing,” Kat moaned into my neck.

  “Embarrassing is the last thing it was. Now can we go and finish this? That’s two orgasms you owe me.” I tucked my dick back in my pants with one hand before pushing off the wall, her legs still wrapped around my hips.

  “Keeping score?” She arched an eyebrow while her arms wrapped around my neck, holding on.

  “Always.” I walked out of the bar into the cool night air and headed straight for my truck.

  “What about my car?”

  “We’ll get it tomorrow.”

  “What about—”

  “I don’t care.”

  “But—”

  “Listen, Sugar. I’ve had my fingers inside your body twice tonight, had my dick sliding against your pussy, watched another woman suck on your tits and you had an orgasm so intense, I could feel you pulsing against my cock. I need to get inside you. Now.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Exactly.” I lifted her inside my truck. She slid across the bench seat and I crawled in after her, started the engine, and pulled out of the nearly empty parking lot.

  “You’re so fucking hot.”

  “Good to know you like what you see.” My hands tightened on the steering wheel as she stroked my dick over my jeans.

  “How far?” she whimpered before lifting up on her knees. I arched an eyebrow as she slid onto my lap
, a knee on either side of my hips as I drove down the empty main street of downtown. Wind-whipped leaves flew across the glow of the streetlights before I turned down a side street.

  “Didn’t you just get off? You’re an animal.” I teased as she ground her satin-covered pussy against my cock, her dress scrunched way up around her waist. I sucked my lip between my teeth as I slid one hand down her body and underneath her panties to palm the flesh of her backside. Her soft body worked against mine, grinding into my dick. Dry humping never felt so fucking good.

  “I want you. Now,” she growled in my ear and tugged on my lobe. I pushed further into her panties and caressed her slick flesh from behind.

  “I want this. Right here.” I fingered her back entrance and her head fell back as I played and teased her. Somehow, I managed to pull into my driveway, shrouded in trees, but with neighbors on either side. Thankfully, I lived in a neighborhood where all the neighbors were older and long since asleep.

  “Bed,” I growled as I turned off the truck and slid her out of the cab, still clinging to my hips.

  “Here.”

  “Sugar.” I smiled as I kissed at her lips, her hands trailing up into my shirt and against my chest.

  “Here, Wild,” she whispered as we backed up the steps to the front porch. Her back landed at my front door and she pulled my head down to her lips and pressed my mouth to hers. She moaned and dragged her teeth along my bottom lip.

  “Fuck, Sugar.” I pulled away and touched my lips. If by some chance I wasn’t bleeding, there sure would be a bruise in the morning.

  “Yes, please,” she whispered as she looked up at me beneath her eyelashes.

  “Didn’t know you were such an exhibitionist.” I trailed my hands up her thighs, lifting her dress as I inched my way up.

  “Hurry, I’m so fucking wet, Lane.”

  A groan escaped my throat. I hated when people used my real name. It brought back so many memories I wanted to stay long buried. Wild fit so much better.

  “You ready for me?”

  “So ready.” She slipped her hand into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her legs. My eyes widened in shock as I looked to either side of us. The street was silent, as it should be at three in the morning. No lights in the houses surrounding mine, and the overgrown trees that littered my front yard more than sheltered us from anyone who might still happen to be up. “Not up for it, playboy?” She popped the button on my jeans and pulled my zipper down.