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  “It’s been so long since you’ve had sex, you’re bound to be cranky. What you need, my friend, is to get laid.” Mark rubbed his hands together. “Now it just so happens we received an invite to The Suns by a very sexy lady.”

  “Oh?”

  “Trust me.” Mark thumped his back with a blow hard enough to fell a tree. “Our fees are covered—my gift to you on these auspicious days before the big event. Consider this your bachelor party.” At Jack’s grimace, he hurriedly continued. “Look, the place is a feast for anything you could possibly want. And the women we’ll be meeting, well, just remember to thank me later. Even in Fertu, these two stand out. They’re sexy enough to blow your mind…among other things, one can hope.”

  “Two of them?”

  “Sorry. You only get one. The redhead’s mine. But the blonde, she’s yours.”

  “A blonde, eh?”

  “More like a honey blonde with gold streaks through her hair that make you want to run you fingers through it. A mouth that…ah, never mind. Look, I’ll show you the woman I’m talking about, and you can tell me what you think.”

  An hour later, Jack drained another glass of Preeyo, the slow burn passing his throat to warm his belly. His senses hopped around in a puzzling circus of energy, making him wonder just what Mark had in store. Though Jack was no stranger to human women, he preferred Tergonians. Long and lean, they liked their sex rough, honest, and without emotional attachment. A quick, satisfying fuck and a good bye.

  Movement coming toward him caught his attention, and he turned to see Mark walking with a wide grin on his face.

  “I finally found her,” Mark shouted after threading his way through the very crowded floor, a hot little redhead following in trace. “She’s upstairs in The Loft.” He leaned closer, trying for what passed for a whisper in this place. “You know that’s the area where anything goes, right? And did I mention she has really full tits, a great ass, and legs that go from here to the moons?”

  Jack grinned, his mood pleasantly buzzed. “No, you didn’t. But I’m glad you did.”

  “She’s under curtain A.”

  “Great. And she knows I’m coming, right?”

  “Not sure she knows you’re coming, but I’m sure once she sees you, she’ll be all for it,” Mark joked then turned to the redhead behind him and whispered something in her ear that had her laughing.

  Nice, Jack acknowledged, aware he wouldn’t have minded her. The redhead had a beautiful mouth and an intriguing smile that made him want to join her. But…he had someone already waiting on him. A woman who had his imagination and his senses tingling.

  “Now to find this paragon of womanhood.” He wiggled his brows as he said good-bye. He pushed off the bar and walked through the crowd to a guarded stairwell. Noting the small golden sun pinned to his shirt—compliments of Avery, the owner—surprise, surprise—and a friend he’d attended university with—Jack passed the burly bouncers and jogged up three flights of stairs.

  Not a bit winded, he looked around, trying to find the curtained section marked with an A. He found it, a scarlet ‘A’ over black velvet. “Ironic,” he murmured, recalling The Scarlet Letter, an ancient text he’d been forced to read at university. “But then, Avery, you always were a literature buff.”

  Before he drew the curtain aside, he looked around. At least up here, the obnoxious noise in the club was muted. The floor had little foot traffic, with the occasional muttered groans and cries of couples engaged in physical pursuits. Privacy in the form of a dense black curtain surrounded each small section—what Avery had mentioned in passing as a table and chairs and a large couch, big enough to fit four easily. And comfortable enough to fuck in all night long.

  Feeling hard and unaccountably excited at the thought of doing Miss Long Legs and Great Ass, Jack squelched the knowledge his wedding was in just three days and slowly opened the curtain.

  The sight that met his eyes froze him, and he found himself unable to do more than stare at the vision before him.

  “You okay?” she asked quietly, her voice as smooth as a good bourbon. Long, ash-blond hair framed a face he could all too easily have imagined while bringing himself to orgasm on the few nights—or, as Mark had mentioned, for the past several months—he was without female companionship.

  She had full, cherry-red lips, a thin, straight nose, and high cheekbones. A firm chin suggested a hint of stubbornness, but it was the sparkle in her whiskey-brown eyes that drew him closer.

  Such warmth and passion just waiting to be tapped. His type to a ‘T.’

  “Are you lost, or did Cherry send you up here?”

  He swallowed around a dry throat and dimly realized he’d never been so hard in his life. She took his silence for assent and looked her fill. When her gaze rested on his cock, she smiled and licked her lips.

  It appeared she was here for the same reason he was. Thank God. Despite the ragged, though muted, sounds around them, he wouldn’t presume she’d come up here to have sex with a stranger. Though he might hope. Staring hungrily at her, he envisioned sliding his cock through the valley of her luscious breasts, coming in her mouth, over her chest, or better, in her slick pussy barely hidden by that short, short skirt.

  Fuck me. He wanted to shove inside her right now and took a deep breath for calm. His skin began to itch beneath the camouflaging tanned flesh, and he clamped down hard on that part of him wanting out. “You have to be the hottest thing on the planet.”

  She flushed a pretty pink, and he took a step closer, finding it most uncomfortable to walk.

  “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.” She frowned. “That didn’t sound too clichéd, did it?”

  He grinned, pausing when he stood directly in front of her. His vantage lent him an intimate look down her mouth-watering cleavage, and he wondered at the color of her nipples. Red, brown, or a dusky rose? And would she taste as sweet as she looked?

  “Not too clichéd at all. How about this one? You look good enough to eat?” His eyes told her he meant it, and to his satisfaction, her breathing quickened. “So what are you drinking?” He was pleased to see her flush. He knew that look on a woman, the one that said “I’m yours for the asking.” Christ, but he wanted to spread her thighs and sink deep.

  But he didn’t want to scare her off by being too hasty, and the caution in her wide eyes suggested as much as she liked the look of him, she wasn’t quite a hundred percent about fucking him. Yet.

  “Preeyo.”

  His eyes lit, and he smiled. “Just finished one downstairs.” He glanced at her long legs, and thanked Mark from the bottom of his lusting heart. “Mind if join you?”

  Chapter Two

  Did she mind if he joined her? Was he crazy? It was all Sierra could do not to throw him to the ground, strip off all his clothes, and bounce on him. The sight of his long cock pressing hard against his expensive trousers told her he had taste, great taste, considering he wanted her.

  Cherry was right. This was exactly what she needed. Satisfying sex and no thought of anything more.

  Both tall and fit, he wore gray trousers and a green polo, one that made his eyes look a penetrating jade green. Short, dark blond hair framed a face full of angular planes and character. His looks were both handsome and arrestingly different, hard yet playful, and filled with interesting contrasts. Humor curled his lips, hunger glowed in his eyes, and his hard body made her wonder how he would feel on top of her, or better yet, inside her.

  Mentally shaking her head at her suddenly uncontrollable libido, she pointed to the spot on the couch right next to her. Let me last just long enough that I don’t look both horny and desperate. He sat next to her, his grin leaving her breathless, and the warmth of his large body made her panties more than damp.

  “What’s your name?” he asked in a thick voice.

  “Ci-Ci,” she said automatically, her nickname one she preferred to “Sierra.” If only she could think of herself as a Ci-Ci… Soon she’d be Sierra Merritt Wright.
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  Stop thinking. Start doing.

  She placed her hand on his knee and smiled into blazing green eyes. The tension enveloping his broad shoulder and muscular chest made her ache in so many places. Her nipples hardened like knots, and she saw him lick his lips, his attention diverted from her face.

  His cock twitched, and he made no effort to hide his arousal. Heart racing, she had to swallow hard around the excitement pulsing through her. She wanted him with every fiber in her being, the surprising burst of lust taking her by welcome surprise.

  “I’m Jack.”

  “Hi, Jack. Have you been here before?” She couldn’t help it. As much as she wanted to be passionate, rules-to-the-wind Ci-Ci, she couldn’t just jump a stranger. At least not within the first five minutes of meeting him.

  “Not here, but to a place like it in Philly once.”

  Her eyes widened, and she saw him tense. Then she realized she’d inched her hand up his leg and quickly removed it…only to have him return her hand to his leg with a broad grin.

  “I’m from Philadelphia. We’re just here because,” she paused, again feeling like an idiot.

  “Because?”

  “My, ah, friend is getting married this week, and we’re here to give her a nice little send off.” And no, I’m not a slut for wanting some fun before I marry an arrogant shifter who’ll treat me no better than a possession at best.

  He chuckled. “Send off, hmm? Well, if your friend’s the redhead with Mark, I’ll say he’s more than in the mood to give her whatever she wants.”

  “That’s Cherry. She can get anyone to do anything she likes. Unlike me.”

  “Now that can’t be true.” He ran a hand over hers, the heat of his palm both sexual and surprisingly comforting. He smelled like man, no cologne or perfume to cover his scent. Just a hint of mystery. And she thought him the sexiest piece of eye candy she’d ever seen. She wanted to lick him all over.

  “Why do you say that can’t be true?” she asked in a raspy voice.

  “Because I barely know you, and I’d do anything you asked right now.”

  “Anything?”

  He nodded, leaning closer. “Anything,” he breathed over her mouth before slowly pulling back.

  Don’t think, Sierra. For once in your life, go with what feels right. Live in the now.

  Paying heed to her inner demon, she fought through the obstinate need to reason any possible repercussions and made her move. She swallowed hard, and his gaze centered on the pulse ticking at her neck. She inched her hand up his thigh, brushing against the thick erection straining his pants. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. And she knew he was hers for the taking.

  He opened his eyes, his intense gaze centered on hers. “I am so fucking hard for you; I could come from just a taste of that soft, pink mouth.”

  Her breathing definitely raspy, Sierra clenched her thighs tight. Damn, but she felt so turned on she might combust. And his frank language only added to her desire.

  “The Suns is turning out to be much more than I’d expected.” She licked her dry lips. Turning her hand, she palmed his thick cock before sliding her hand back to his knee. “Much more.” Pleased at his body’s response, she didn’t miss the hunger flaming in his eyes.

  He groaned and plastered his mouth to hers, surprising her with the speed of his actions.

  He tasted like liquor and sex, his lips demanding, his kiss both hungry yet playful. His tongue ventured forward, licking at her lips before thrusting forcefully through, and she moaned, squirming against the need clenching her womb.

  “You are so damned hot,” he murmured against her neck, his hands cupping her breasts before tightening their grasp, flicking at her nipples and petting the heavy globes. “And your breasts are killing me.”

  He eased back, and she watched as he slowly, teasingly, inched down the material of her low-cut blouse. He managed to maneuver around her bra and then his mouth was over her naked breast, his hot breath stealing any faint protest drifting through the haze of her thoughts.

  “Jack.” She fisted her hands in his thick hair. Surprised she found him so attractive, considering she normally paired off with dark-haired men, she couldn’t deny his sex appeal. Or his tongue. It should have been illegal to make a woman so wet.

  “If I don’t push inside your pussy soon, I’m going to come in my pants.” His voice thick, he turned his attention to her other breast.

  In seconds he had her moaning, her breasts bared to his gaze and mouth, her skirt inched up her legs to her ass while he pressed one muscular thigh between them.

  “You’re wet, aren’t you, Ci-Ci?”

  She nodded, her eyes glazed as she stared into his fathomless gaze. His full lips quirked, shiny with saliva, and she felt lightheaded when he cupped her. His hands were large, his fingers long, and when he pressed one digit against her clit, she moaned and closed her eyes, dangerously close to an orgasm.

  He left her, and she blinked, only to see him slide her panties off. Then he knelt between her legs, spreading them to see her glistening sex overset by a thin strip of curls.

  “You are so fucking sexy. And didn’t I say you looked good enough to eat?” His voice seduced as much as his fingers did, the husky tone so masculine, so full of need that she spread her thighs wider, wanting him unbearably.

  He spread her folds wide with his thumbs and bent his head, grazing her plump clit with his lips.

  “Jack,” she breathed. “I’m so close. You need to slow down.”

  “Not yet, baby.” Opening his mouth over her clit, he sucked the flesh deep, his tongue pushing into her channel with a wicked flick that made her shake. “You taste so good.”

  Mindless with need, forgetting she didn’t really know Jack and was, in fact, in a nightclub downtown with only curtains to guard her privacy, Sierra arched helplessly into his touch and cried out her pleasure.

  “That’s it, Ci-Ci,” he whispered, alternately tonguing and licking her clit. “Tell me what you feel.”

  “I want you to fuck me. I want you in me now.”

  “Soon. Right after you come.”

  He nipped at her clit and shoved a finger deep inside her, then added another and began pumping into her vagina as he sucked her.

  “Oh, Jack, oh yes,” she cried, coming hard over his tongue. She continued to explode while he fingerfucked her; his mouth making her see stars and a ragged blackness. It took her a moment to realize he’d lifted her to the table, sprawling her across it like a virgin sacrifice.

  “Now, it’s my turn.” He gave a guttural grunt as he unsnapped his trousers and withdrew a monstrously large cock. His shaft glittered with precome, the ruddy head flushed with arousal. His balls were tight, and she could see a little of the blond hair curling up toward his belly, so obscured by his thick shaft. “Let me slide it in you, Ci-Ci.”

  Before she could respond, he pulled her closer to him and slid much more than six inches of steely hard flesh inside her. Each inch filled her emptiness, brought heat and light into the dark of her emotions. And then he was thrusting, in and out, teasing her with the whisper of another orgasm. But before she could find the energy to reach it, he yelled and tensed, spilling inside her with such force that she sighed with pleasure.

  “Oh, fuck,” he whispered, shuddering. “Take it, baby. Take all of it.” He pulled out slightly, only to shove himself back into her again. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”

  “Or so loud.” A giggle came from somewhere behind him.

  Sierra groaned. “That would be my friend, Cherry.”

  “Damn. I guess we should make ourselves presentable, hmm?’

  Sierra chuckled and clenched her walls around him, making him groan. “If we have to. Though I feel like I’m just getting warmed up.”

  His eyes glittered as he pulled out and righted his trousers then helped her straighten up. He used her panties to wipe their fluids from her body before pocketing the material in his pants.

  “You c
an have them back later…when I’m done with you,” he leaned over to whisper before inviting Cherry to join them.

  * * *

  A funny thing, fate, Jack thought two hours later with a smile as he watched Ci-Ci talking with Mark. Had he not been in the city for his shitty little wedding, he might have missed the best thing to happen to him in a very long time.

  He didn’t know all that much about Ci-Ci, save she was the best lay he’d ever had. He’d almost turned while inside her, and the battle with his inner beast had made his orgasm that much more explosive. But watching her talk to Mark, seeing the intelligence in her eyes as she interacted with his friend, the open sexiness that Ci-Ci seemed unaware of…his heart started to open, just the littlest bit.

  And suddenly he felt ravenous, not just for her body, but to know as much about her as he could. He knew all too well that the hands of time were ticking away; reminding him he had little of it to waste. He stood abruptly.

  “Cherry, Mark, Ci-Ci and I need to be going. We’ll catch you guys later.” Much later, he mouthed at Mark when Cherry turned to Ci-Ci. Mark grinned, his hand curled possessively over Cherry’s shoulder. And though Jack could concede Cherry’s obvious beauty, he couldn’t believe Mark had chosen her over the bombshell he pulled to his side.

  Thank you, God.

  “Shall we?” He glanced at Ci-Ci, pleased when she nodded. As they descended to the main floor to leave, he caught the envious stares from those around them, irritated by the men lingering a bit too long on Ci-Ci’s breasts and killer legs. The reminder that she wore nothing beneath that short skirt made walking an effort.

  They left the club through a back door and walked through the surprisingly clean, shadowed alley toward a street filled with people. Before they joined the throng on the main drag, however, Jack pulled her between several stacked crates, hiding their bodies from any onlookers.

  “Ever done it in public?” he whispered into her ear, throbbing to be inside of her all over again. Coming inside her had been sheer heaven…and addicting. Already his beast ached to taste her once more, flesh to flesh.