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Chapter Two
Carinna

Your bed or mine?

I couldn’t believe I’d asked Jack that question. My pussy was dripping so badly with the need to feel him inside me I’d never be able to make it to my apartment. The rental house he shared with his brother, when one or both of them wasn’t on the clock and sleeping at the firehouse, was even farther away.

“Something the matter with the family bathroom down the hall?”

Hearing the desperation in his voice, I laughed. “I don’t trust the locks, and I’d never forgive you if some kid walked in and caught us.” I darted a glance around. We were already getting enough looks—both disapproving and lustful (only in Vegas would a stranger hope for a sex show in the hallway)—standing the way we were. Getting it on anywhere nearby was out of the question. That didn’t rule out upstairs.

Sweet relief jetted through me, coming to rest as liquid warmth between my tingling thighs. As much as I wanted to kiss him, I remembered how thoroughly and incredibly he wrecked me with that masterful tongue and I knew it would only tempt me to take more here and now. “Give me two minutes.”

Having connections with the front desk crew had its advantages. I was back in one-and-a-half minutes with two key cards for a suite on the seventeenth floor. Even with my employee discount, the suite was pricey, but tonight was about indulging, while getting back my friendship with Jack. I’d gladly dip into my “Dream B and B” piggy bank for that.

“Race you to the elevators,” I teased.

For the twenty seconds it took us to get to them, we were the bosom buddies of our youth, totally oblivious to raging hormones and the pleasure to be found in horizontal mambos. Then we reached the elevators and one of the cars pinged open. An older couple dressed to the nines in head-to-toe black stepped out, leaving the car empty. Jack yanked me inside, jabbing the “close door” button, followed by the “17” button.

He was on me the instant the doors slid shut. His mouth slammed over mine, his tongue pushing past my lips, devouring me with hungry little suckles I felt all the way to my throbbing core. His hands went to my waist, popping the button on my jeans and jerking the zipper down. I feverishly met each lap of his tongue, whimpering into the moist cavern of his mouth as the cool air of the overhead AC hit my hot, wet folds.

One big, rough finger parted my pubic curls to pet my slit from clit to perineum.

One stroke.

Two strokes.

My pulse spiked as warmth coiled low in my belly and chased its way up my torso. My pussy flooded with cream.

Three strokes.

Four strokes.

His tongue left mine to start a wicked dart and thrust game, and my toes curled expectantly in my heeled sandals. His finger pushed past my slit, lightly entering my sheath. The change in action pulled me from the hedonistic haze I’d sunken under the moment his lips touched mine, forcing me to acknowledge we were in a Liege elevator. And I was naked from midway up my thigh to nearly my belly button.

Wondering when Jack had inched my jeans and panties down, I lifted my lips from the sinner’s heaven of his mouth and managed in a throaty voice, “Jack! I work here.”

“Want me to stop?”

His finger sank into my creamy pussy, finding and fondling just the right spot—a spot whose existence Hank had been oblivious to—and I screeched out my bliss. “Fuck, no!”

His mouth returned to mine, consuming me with his lips and tongue and teeth as if going four months without me had left him starved. Another finger joined the first, thrusting into my sheath with hard, sure strokes meant to deliver me to happy land good and fast. Just the way he’d known I needed it the first time.

My mind spun as liquid fire licked through my body, pulsing a river of wet need deep in my pussy. My sex contracted around his skilled fingers. My hips bucked wildly, without any set rhythm. Tension barreled the length of my spine, shaking my legs. Orgasm was about to take me over.

He pulled his fingers out before it could.

“Jesus, Jack!” I wanted to slug him.

He laughed loudly, his eyes shining with arousal and amusement, then cut the sound off sharp to turn me around and push me up against the rich mahogany wood of the elevator’s side. The soft jingle of a belt buckle and the whisper of material against flesh registered seconds before he plowed into me from behind, his big cock finding its mark and delivering me to climax in a rush of dizzying sensation. I cried out, unable to keep my mouth shut no matter the risk of being caught.

He started thrusting then, driving his cock deep inside my pussy, igniting the sort of exquisitely intense pleasure only rear entry could accomplish.

“When you say ‘all in,’ you aren’t kidding,” I moaned, as sensation after heady sensation tore through me.

Rich male laughter reverberated inside the elevator car, while one of his hands cupped my breast through my shirt, finding and pinching my nipple. Hot need shot from the straining crown to my quivering sex. I curled my hands into fists against the side of the elevator as orgasm built anew.

Jack pulled free of me before I could erupt a second time.

I was ready to slug him for real, when he said in a voice thick as lava and twice as liable to burn me for the way it destroyed my ability to think straight, “We’re here.”

I looked over to discover the elevator doors open to reveal the pale gold shot with red and orange wallpaper of the casino’s seventeenth floor. Thankfully no one was standing there watching us. Not that I had a problem with exhibitionism, but I wasn’t ready to lose my job, not even over mind-blowing sex with Jack.

“Race you to the room.”

He made the suggestion this time, not in a teasing voice as I had but in a rough, strained one that said how fast he’d be inside me once we reached the suite. My clit fluttered with the thought and I tossed back, “Last one there owes me oral sex.”

“Can’t wait to see you go down on yourself,” he commented wryly, then started screwing around with tucking his cock back into his jeans.

I checked the hall and surmised no one was around. Pulling my jeans back up without bothering to shut them, or straighten my panties, I dashed to our suite and slid the key card through the lock mechanism. By the time the door was open, Jack was at my back. His hands came around my waist, lifting me an inch or two off the floor, and hurried me inside, kicking the door closed before setting me back against the wall next to it.

Eyes flashing with dark arousal, he shoved my jeans back down my hips, taking my panties with them. Pulling the lips of my pussy apart, he thumbed my clit. “You cheated.”

Trembling with his errant stroke and the way his sexy, raspy voice increased the hedonistic sensation, I buried my hands under his navy polo shirt. I pushed the shirt up and over his head to reveal mouthwatering, hard-packed muscle owed to ten years as a firefighter. Hoping I didn’t look too much like the proverbial Pavlovian dog, I splayed my fingers over his killer torso and laved my tongue across his small nipple, making it go erect. “You can’t wait to eat me out.”

Shivering with the damp swipe, he went down on his knees and blew on my parted pussy. Beneath his mustache, wicked intent curved his lips. “Then why bother waiting?”

My heart skipped a beat as his warm, rough hands cupped the sensitized flesh of my ass. In the next instant, his mouth covered my sex. He licked down the length of my slit, then back up again to circle my bloodred clit. My heart stampeded and I bit my fingernails into his shoulders, dying just a little with the raw way he made me feel, both physically and emotionally.

Christ, he could get to me.

Tears of ecstasy filled my eyes as he tormented me with the rough scrape of his mustache and then pushed his tongue deep inside me, fucking me fast again, hard again, knowing I’d want it that way, just one more time before the slow sweetness started.

Shudders of erotic pleasure built within my belly and worked their way to my pussy. I pinched my nails harder into his flesh, loving the idea of marking him as my lover, hating it all the same.

What the hell was I doing here with Jack?

Or maybe the better question was, “How could I have forgotten the way he’d made me feel the last time we’d been together?”

The emotions he’d surfaced in me that night were the real reason I’d stayed away from him for so long. Because I truly could see myself shacked up and tied down with Jack. After all the two-timing sleazebags I encountered on a daily basis at the bar, and hearing my father’s firsthand accounts of the way commitment ruined every one of his relationships and ultimately made my mother leave us, that scared the hell out of me.

Clearly that reality also scared the logic out of me because the next words out of my mouth were, “I missed you, Jack.”

Jack

You would have thought I’d won the World Series of Poker championship tournament for the frenzied way my heart thumped against my ribs. Along with a title and the respect of most of your peers, winning the championship came with a six million-plus cash prize. I’d have paid that and more to hear Carinna admit she’d missed me.

My mind spinning with hope and expectation, I pushed my tongue inside her pussy a last time, loving the musky scent of her arousal and the way her hot, soft sex hugged my tongue tight, like it hated to let it go, and then spread her swollen labia wider and closed my lips over her clit.

I tugged at the bundle of nerves mercilessly. She bit her nails into my skin so hard I could feel it as pleasure pain all the way to my balls. Surrendering my grip on her butt cheeks, I coated a finger in the juices at the rear of her sex. With a second tug on her clit, I sank my damp finger into her crack, finding and fingering her ass bud.

“Holy shit, Jack!” she cried out with the rapid entry.

Climax rippled through her in the next instant, making my abdominal muscles tighten and my cock ache for its own much-needed release. My cock would have to wait. I’d spent the past four months fantasizing over this moment, and I’d be damned if I was coming until I was buried inside her sweet body.

She panted out hasty breaths as her limbs shook and cream leaked from her spasming pussy. I wasn’t coming yet, but I could sure as hell savor.

Releasing the pearl of her clit, I lapped at her silky essence, relishing the hot, sexy taste of Carinna until every last drop of cum was cleaned from her pretty pink folds.

To the sound of her rasping breaths and the thundering of my own wild pulse, I slowly rose, coasting my hands up her lush curves until I stood at my full height. Her eyes were back to the color of smoke and her lips swollen with passion. I’d more than enjoyed feasting on her cream, but it was nothing compared to consuming her full lips.

Sinking my tongue inside her mouth, I shared her cum in a tangle of lips and tongue and slow, unhurried sucking that fogged my mind with raw desire.

Placing a hand on the wall on either side of her head, I pulled back to give her a smile of pure conviction. “I missed you more.”

Something indefinable flashed through her eyes. “Show me.”

If not for the words, I would have wondered over the fleeting look. The words stopped me from doing so, in that they were one-hundred-percent Carinna. She wasn’t a greedy lover by definition but merely one who knew what she wanted, as did I. After the hard, fast tongue fucking she would want it slow and sweet. Since I also knew she’d make sure I was generously rewarded, I was only too happy to see to her every demand.

Nipping at her earlobe, I skimmed my hands beneath her tank top. Slowly, I pushed up the shirt, dropping my mouth to the soft flesh of her flat belly, peppering it with moist kisses. Meeting with the front clasp of her bra, I used my teeth to gently unsnap it. Her breasts sprang free, full and firm and tipped with large, dusky nipples that had filled my dreams more than a couple nights these past months. Hell, more than a few thousand nights since I’d hit puberty and realized what a knockout I had in a best friend.

Praying that we’d be best friends again, as well as a whole lot more, I loved each supple mound, suckled at each nipple. Carinna fisted her hands in my hair and sighed loudly.

The throaty sound pulsed through me as desperate need straight to my groin. Straightening, I lifted her in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. With each brush of my tongue and lips over her sweaty flesh, my cock felt ready to explode. Still, I lay her on the plush gold-and-red blanket and undressed her with care, making sure no part of her remained uncaressed. I wanted every nerve in her body on end with anticipation. To see her as wild with her need as I was with mine.

Her hands gripped my bare shoulders and the muscles beneath my tongue tightened as I teased the sensitive flesh just above her pubic curls with damp circles.

“Enough, Jack!” She sounded as desperate as I felt. “I can’t get any hotter. I need you to fuck me now.”

Make love. She needed me to make love to her. The time for corrections would come later; now I stood from the bed and hastily stripped off my clothes.

Carinna leaned up on an elbow, sending her long, dark curls to play a tempting game of peekaboo with her hard nipples. My attention automatically moved to her pussy. She purposefully bent her right leg, exposing every one of her feminine secrets. My mouth went dry and pre-cum leaked from the head of my cock as I savored the site of her labia splayed wide, her center dripping fresh cream. And then she moved a hand down her body, past her navel and between her thighs.

She rubbed two fingers back and forth, up and down her glimmering pussy lips with torturous slowness and then thrust her first finger into her opening so hard the breath lodged in my throat. Her labored breathing and the slurp of her building juices sounded like a roar between my ears as she finger-fucked herself with an abandon I’d never before seen in a woman.

She added a second finger and rode them together all the way to the edge, to the point her juices ran in rivulets down along her thighs, and I could see her pussy muscles pulsing around her fingers, gripping with a hungriness that said orgasm was seconds away. And then she stopped, pulled her fingers out and brought them to her nipples, wetting the straining tips with her essence while I did all I could to stop from coming on the spot.

With supreme effort, I pulled my gaze back to Carinna’s flushed face, found her eyes dark as night with commanding lust. Sliding her tongue along her puffy lower lip, she ravenously eyed my cock. “I want to suck you, Jack.”

I knew she wasn’t going to go through on her want. Still, a fresh spurt of pre-cum seeped from the head of my shaft and my cock bobbed like a broken pendulum, only capable of moving in her direction. “But you’re too far gone to do the job as good as you’d want to do it.”

Some of the lust left her eyes. She stopped fingering her nipples to frown and lay back on the bed. “You know me too damned well.”

I didn’t like the frown any more than her tone. She sounded annoyed with my ability to read her. And that made me think I was up against a virtual impossibility when it came to winning her over to the relationship side.

Climbing onto the bed, I stretched over her, until my throbbing cock pressed against the welcoming wetness of her pussy. I forced a carefree smile. “That goes both ways.”

“Trust me, knowing that’s my only salvation.”

She was never cryptic with me. Despite the overheated state of my body, I considered gambling on ending the night without her in my arms by pushing her for clarity. Before I could make a decision, she tilted her hips and thrust upward, driving my cock halfway into her pussy.

Slow and sweet was how she would want it now, but four months of nothing but jerking off in a solo shower while fantasizing it was Carinna’s moist, pink lips wrapped around my shaft made that impossible.

Twining her fingers in mine, I reclined back, raised her hands above her head and pushed the remainder of the way inside her hot body. She gasped with the speed of my entry and all trace of annoyance left her expression, returning to the look of commanding lust I knew was reflected on my face.

One lone thrust inside her slick sex and my balls snugged tight against my body and I could feel the tension of orgasm gathering at the base of my spine.

Shit, I was going to be the worst lay of her life.

Hopefully not, but I definitely wasn’t about to be the best. I’d make it up to her. “I’m sorry, but I can’t go slow this time. It’s been too damned long.”

I slanted my mouth over hers and pushed my tongue inside as I set a frantic pace. She didn’t speak denial but curled her fingers tighter in mine and met me, with both tongue and body, thrust for hasty thrust. The only sound was that of our harried breathing and the slap of flesh against sweaty flesh, for all of thirty seconds, and then I cursed aloud my lack of staying power as climax rippled through me.

The coupling was fast, hard and nothing like she’d wanted. Yet I heard her cry out and felt her clamping down around my cock with her orgasm as my own shook through me as a tumultuous wave of sensation stronger than anything I’d ever experienced.

For long seconds I lay there gasping for breath, listening to the erratic play of my pulse, feeling the remnants of her release milking my deflating shaft. Then I realized I was probably squashing the shit out of her.

Since we’d entered the suite, I hadn’t been acting like my usual, admittedly cocky self. In many ways, Carinna was acting off, as well. From our last time together, and the many times we’d shared details of our sex lives, I knew she was a loud, vocal lover. It was probably a bad sign she was being so quiet. I should’ve said something to make her talk, but my gut told me pretty much anything I said right now would have her going on the defensive. I wasn’t ready for her to pull from my arms or my body, so I rolled us onto our sides and stayed limp but embedded inside her.

She yawned, in a way that was obviously feigned. I took it as legitimate, anyway, pulling the portion of the covers we weren’t lying on over us and switching off the light on the nightstand next to the bed.

Inhaling her sexy vanilla scent, now mingled with the smell of our lovemaking, I brushed my lips across her forehead. “G’night, Carinna. For the record, I’m not working this week and I plan to be here in the morning.”

“That makes one of us.”

Her tone was light, teasing. I wrapped my arms a little tighter around her all the same. From her mind to her body to her suddenly unpredictable behavior, Carinna was the hottest flame I’d ever encountered and I’d yet to go up against her high-burning commitment issues.

Carinna

There was a reason I’d never worked first shift until two months ago. Before ten in the morning and a pot of black coffee, I was a total bitch. Bitchiness was not the mood to be in when dealing with men who’d lost their asses at gambling and now hoped to pick up a cocktail waitress to help lick their wounds, along with their cocks.

If I was going to lick anyone’s cock this time of the day, it would be Jack’s. Since I’d left Jack in the suite upstairs over three hours ago, that wasn’t on the agenda.

“Hey, baby.” The drunken idiot at the table I currently served punctuated the words by grabbing my right butt cheek.

I growled under my breath, resisting the urge to upend the tray of partially empty glasses balanced on the fingers of my left hand over his lap. Sometimes it really blew working for tips. Sure, I could have the guy tossed out for sexual harassment, but it would cost me the twenty I’d seen him slide under his empty rocks glass for me to find when I bussed. If I was going to forgo making money, I might as well have stayed in bed with Jack. Let him use those dynamite hands on me a little longer. Not to mention that tongue that could get me climaxing in seconds, or his impatient cock that had strayed from my choice routine and still had me coming for a third time.

I shifted, realizing my pussy was moist from just thinking about the way he’d gotten me off last night. Spotting Jack at a table across the bar didn’t help matters.

I gave the drunk a sympathetic smile. “Sorry,” I said loudly, to be heard over the salsa music blasting over the speaker system, “but my boyfriend’s watching and he doesn’t take kindly to my sleeping with other guys.” I sent a pointed look Jack’s way, who in return shot my assgrabber a glare.

Ass-Grabber squinted, as if he was having trouble making Jack out—given his state of inebriation, he likely was. “Don’t look too big from here. Bet I could take ’em.”

“Probably.” In his dreams. Jack was twice the man this schmuck was, in both size and character. “But since I happen to love him, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try.”

I loved him?

I nearly dropped my tray when the words left my mouth. I loved Jack, sure, but in the sort of way that had to do with being friends since we were old enough to pee standing up. I snickered to myself as I made my way to Jack’s table. At nine, he’d bet me I couldn’t master the fine art of vertical urination. I have no clue what the stakes were, but I’d won and without a stray trickle.

Jack’s words cut through my reflections the moment I reached his table. “You’re still ticked about the way I took off without saying goodbye last time.”

Apparently he’d taken my flippant good-night words to heart and believed I’d ditched the suite early this morning as a form of payback. After the sappy-ass way I’d confessed to missing him last night, and the even sappier way my heart had warmed with his response he’d missed me more, the thought had crossed my mind, but that wasn’t the reason I’d left.

I rolled my eyes. “Flatter yourself much? I had to work the morning shift. I didn’t bother leaving a note because I was running late and I knew this would be the first place you’d look.”

“Since when you do work mornings? You’re not even nice to yourself before noon.”

“Since Tammy went on maternity leave two months ago. They needed someone to pick up a few extra shifts every week, and it just so happens I’m saving up for something special. You’d be surprised how that kinda thing motivates a person.”

He smiled knowingly. “Still holding out for the Sudsbury property?”

My heart gave a funny little kick. I would have liked to have passed it off as arousal, but I could never lie to myself that effectively. Others knew about my dream of buying the Sudsbury property—a three-acre parcel located on a private lake ten miles outside of town—and turning it into a B and B. Not one of those others had inquired on my progress in months. I liked it too damned much that Jack had been back in my life less than twenty-four hours and was already asking over my dream.

I tried to dismiss it with a shrug. “Sooner or later it’ll happen.”

“How close are you?”

“The dip in the economy helps, but I’m not buying a welcome mat anytime soon.” So he wasn’t ready to let the conversation go; not a problem. After all, I wasn’t the only one with a dream. As much pride as Jack took in fighting fires, his true career goal was to own a successful classic car restoration garage. “What about you?”

“Someday.” He looked like he wanted to say more but then glanced over at the table I’d just left behind and frowned. “Do you always let guys grab your ass at work?”

A warning sounded in my head louder than the dinging of the slot machines coming in from the casino’s main gaming floor.

Why the hell was Jack acting possessive?

He understood no-strings sex as much as I did. At twenty-eight, he’d yet to have a real relationship and had no desire to do so as long as he was a firefighter. Those were the reasons I’d known it was safe to try for sexual fringe benefits while renewing our friendship. If he’d changed course on me, was even now thinking of ways to get into my heart beyond friendship, I was going to have to kick his ass.

I gave another shrug. “He brushed my butt and I gave him a dirty look for it. What’s it to you?”

“Nothing. I just don’t like the thought of you being taken advantage of.”

My insides tightened. I believed he didn’t want to see me taken advantage of, but the “nothing” part of the equation was a bold-faced lie. Survival instincts had me jutting my hip out. “Are we okay?”

Jack’s gaze narrowed—yet another testament to how well he knew me, that with just a little hip action he could tell I wasn’t happy. “We’re fine.”

“Then it won’t hurt your feelings when I tell you I don’t want you here.”

He smirked as he stood. “You are still ticked.”

“No. I’m on the clock. Standing around shooting the shit with you isn’t exactly raking in the dough.” I uncocked my hip and grabbed the nearly empty glass from the table in front of him—obviously he’d been drinking soda because he never touched alcohol before dinner. “See you later, Jack.”

His fingers settled on my arm, staying me when I would have turned and run away like the chickenshit his uncharacteristic behavior had me feeling like. His smirk was gone, replaced with a sensual tilt to his mouth that gave a glimpse of his tongue and immediately had my thong damp all over again. “When later?”

I’d meant the words as a figure of speech, and I should have told him so. But I couldn’t stop thinking about those three incredible orgasms he’d given me last night or how amazingly good it had felt to fall asleep in his arms, and so I proved I was one card shy of a full deck by saying, “I’m working doubles the next two days—”

“In other words, you’ll be too tired for sex.”

“In other words, you’d best plan a full-body massage into your foreplay. I get off at seven.”

His mouth curved fully, into the cockiest grin I’d ever seen him wear. “And eight, nine, ten and eleven.”

I liked my bad boys, and I liked his arrogance so much that if it wasn’t for the tray of drinks and the glass shower that would ensue if I dropped it, I probably would have said to hell with my job and slid onto his cock there and then.

Since I did have that tray and I really needed this job, I somehow managed to stand my ground. “If you plan to use me that much, you’d best add a bottle of gin and an extra-large jar of olives to the schedule.”