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  I hide a sneer about my feelings of distaste for who the party is for. “You know Kellar’s going to kill you when he finds out right?”

  “Hey, it’s his wife that’s keeping it a secret. If he asks I won’t lie.”

  “He’s gonna be pissed,” I mumble as the fight starts in front of us.

  After Maxx had a miscarriage scare, he’s been beyond a nervous wreck and at times a little too wound up tight if you ask me. But I get it on an entirely other level.

  The fight is less eventful than I’m hoping for but I stick around to watch some fighter named The Pound do just that to some other guy. Thankfully when it’s over the Sugar and Spice and Nothing Nice themed night swings back towards eventful. We’ve got great drink specials, a bar full of girls dressed in various slutty outfits, myself included, and now hired dancers who are wearing body paint with their bras and underwear to look like actual clothes, dancing in the cage where the fighters just were. I walk around keeping a small eye on things, giggling to myself as Tony frantically tries to keep tabs on the Ring Side Girl who is handing out sample shots.

  Glancing over at the bar, I see C.J. staring at me. When his tongue wets those soft lips of his, I feel my pussy tighten in hopes that it’ll get to enjoy his tongue again soon.

  The amount of pleasure he can cause with his tongue should be illegal.

  Slyly he beckons me to the bar. Deciding to torture him, I strut over slowly giving him a chance to enjoy the view of my red stocking covered legs, the red high heels they are slipped in, my ass in a pair of ruffle black shorts that are basically underwear and my corset top. My hair is down so I pull it to the side of my face as I lean over the bar giving him the chance to look down my top.

  C.J. says something to the other bartender before he leans over resting his arms on the bar, his lips right next to my ear. “As much as I enjoy the view babe, you’re my woman and I don’t appreciate the entire world getting a view of that ass I’m gonna spank later tonight.”

  Did he just...he didn’t...I mean...did he mean it like that?

  Pleased and panicked at the same time, I try to hide the latter. “I’m working.”

  “I know. And that’s the only reason I don’t drag your ass out of here and fuck you in the bathroom.”

  My head tilts as his tongue swipes at my jawbone line. “The only reason?”

  “The only goddamn reason.” C.J.’s tongue softly swirls around towards my ear and he says, “Before I take you to my place and mark that beautiful body of yours with a few new bruises...”

  Yeah. Our sex leaves us both a little injured. Can’t even pretend I don’t love having them on my body. Not only as proof of out of this world sex but marked like he’s trying to show the world I really am taken.

  “I wanna show you something.”

  Intrigued I smirk, “Oh yeah? What is it?”

  C.J. doesn’t answer. He simply presses his lips roughly against mine and when I go to pull away he wraps his hand around the back of my neck to keep me in place. Submitting, I open my mouth and let our tongues briefly roll around. When he’s satisfied he pulls away. I shake my head at him.

  “Really?”

  “How else are they supposed to know you belong to me?” My chest swells with an unfamiliar warm emotion and for a brief moment I’m glad he’s claiming me. “Which you do. At least for another couple of weeks.” And with that he winks and returns back to bartending leaving a very obvious ache where that other emotion just was.

  Good. The ache will help remind me that this whole situation has an expiration date. As it damn well should! Shut up. Don’t say another word.

  ***

  After the bar closes, C.J. loads us in his SUV and drives us far away from the city lights to whatever it is, he wanted to show me. He travels down a windy road, takes a sharp right down another curvy road and then pulls into in a small lot. Once we’re parked, he shuts the vehicle off and unbuckles.

  “Ever been here?”

  “I can’t say that I have.” I unbuckle my seat belt as well and lean forward slightly to admire the gorgeous view of the lake. “I mean I’ve been to the lake and at night, but I’ve never seen it like this....with all the city lights in the background. Looks like a postcard.”

  “Not the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” his words are aimed at me and I turn to smile my thanks. “But it’s something remarkable and peaceful.” C.J. turns to look back at the sight. “When I first moved to the city, this was one of the first places I discovered just driving around. I had so much bullshit running through my mind that to find a place that offered that amount of peace was....a lifesaver.”

  “So you still come here when you have bullshit running around and need peace?”

  “I found new peace,” his voice whispers out. Unsure of what he’s about to say next I relax my back against the seat and continue to look forward. “The same peace I get when I look out at this view I get when I look into your eyes Erin.”

  “Corny,” I defensively say.

  “Maybe.” his fingers reach over to lace with mine. “But true.” Nothing but air passes between us until he works up the courage to say, “I wanted to share this with you. I wanted you to know that this is more than just sex to me. You matter to me. You matter to me on a completely different level....”

  Wow. Did you just swoon a little too?

  Finally, I look over at him and very shyly say, “You matter to me too.”

  C.J. grins widely, leans over, and slides a soft kiss against my lips as if he is savoring every curve of them. When he pulls away he sighs, “You, Miss Hart, have been worth the months of chasing. And you always will be.”

  “You remind me of my dad.”

  “Well that’s....awkward.” C.J. leans away, leaving our hands joined.

  Oh that did sound bad didn’t it? Shit. What is he doing to me? I’m smoother than this.

  “I meant,” I squeeze his hand to make sure his eyes are back in mine. “You sound like the way my dad used to talk about my mom. See, he came from lots and lots of money. And she....was well enough off, but still paled in comparison. At first she thought he only saw a trophy wife in her so she resisted. But it didn’t matter to him. He chased her for two years straight before she gave him a date. And it was not just mild chasing either. He sent her flowers. Left her love notes. Made her mixed tapes. When she had boyfriends, he dialed it back but never gave up. They were friends, but he always knew he’d have more than that from her. When he finally got her, they dated for a couple months before he proposed. She said no.”

  “She said no?”

  Without realizing it, I’m smiling brightly, “Three times total. After the first time he asked two months later. After that he waited 4 months. After the third time he promised her he would keep asking until he got a yes, because a Hart wants what it wants. They were engaged three weeks later.”

  “That’s crazy,” C.J. lightly chuckles. “But I get him.” Staring back into C.J.’s eyes I feel my heart jump into my throat a place it doesn’t belong. “And just like your dad chased your mom...I will keep chasing you. Days. Weeks. I know I said to just try this feelings free for a while, but I can’t any more. I want you Erin. All of you. ”

  Here it is. Perfect chance to tell him I want the same thing. That he can have me. That it is exhausting running from him, but more importantly that I don’t want too. I know I don’t do relationships, but I can do this. I can be with him and maybe...just maybe let him see what lies behind the curtains.

  Instead of saying any of that, I lean over and plant a similar kiss to the one he gave me, not ready to confess anything out loud.

  I barely confessed it to you. Just give me some time will ya? I’ll get there.

  Chapter 13

  C.J.

  I know I said thirty days and then it’s all over, but I don’t think so any more. I mean, I still have to get my ass back home and get this shit settled with my father, but I’m coming back. How can I not? I mean, no Erin is not decl
aring her undying love for me, but she’s opening up. Three weeks into this and she’s finally accepting what’s happening. I don’t mind the slow journey with her. Not at all.

  “You’re a pain in my ass.” Erin pushes against my chest as she takes the remote. “I’m so over watching ESPN. As much as I love sexy guys playing sports, a girl needs a little variety.” She turns it to the cooking channel.

  “No way,” I snatch the remote back. “I love the Food Network more than I will admit out loud, but we’ve watched all-day marathons of cooking crap on and off for two days.”

  “And if you recall each time it ended in a sumptuous meal as well as very satisfying sex against the fridge.” she grabs the remote once more.

  What can I say? My kitchen has seen some shit...

  “While I’ll never complain about having you naked covered in whip cream, I will complain about having to watch one more show about chopping.”

  “Look.” Erin tilts her head at the T.V. where the guy is pounding meat with a hammer. “We can watch one about pounding.”

  “I’d rather do the pounding,” my fingers wrap around the remote, toss it to the side, and lay my body on top of hers, my lips landing on her neck while my free hand wanders under her shirt to fondle her nipple.

  Erin arches into my touch and moans my name in a fashion that screams she wants more. Loving her body’s immediate response to me, I let my lips travel down towards her pussy I need to feast on.

  “Wait, C.J.” she stops me and pushes me backwards. Seeing the serious look on her face I rest my back against the other end of the couch and patiently wait. After a pause she grins devilishly and states, “I wanna finally taste you.”

  Surprised in all the best ways I smile at her. “Can’t say that I object.”

  “Good,” she begins unbuckling my jeans. “Because while the things you’re capable of doing with your tongue should be considered a crime, much like the things you can do with your dick, I wanna know how you taste when you come.”

  Hearing her talk about me coming in her mouth makes my dick throb in anticipation. Once Erin has my boxers and pants off, she stares at my pierced cock as if in contemplation.

  “Afraid it’s gonna bite?” I tease.

  “You should be afraid that I will,” she purrs before lowering her plump lips on the tip, inching it into her mouth like a child sucking on her first lollipop.

  Immediately my mouth leaks the word, “Fuck...” And the second her tongue toys with the piercing I growl again, “Fuck...” I hear a small amused hum out of her before she begins sucking, rocking my dick in and out of her mouth like it’s her mission to suck out my soul through it. Erin rolls her tongue at the same time she goes to cup my nuts giving them a less than gentle tug. I plant my hands in her soft dark brown hair giving it a tug in rhythm with her sucking. The slight ache has my hips sharply rising to reach the gratification of her mouth to cure the small pain from the pull, the back and forth movement is so goddamn consuming I’m not sure how long I’ll last.

  Can we not judge me on the fact I’m about to blow like I’ve never had one of these before?

  “Shit...I’m gonna come, Erin,” I warn her. Taking it the way I hoped, she increases the pressure and shoves my cock to the point I think she might gag. With just a couple more sucks, my cock fills her warm mouth with more come than I ever thought possible.

  I release my grip on her head and let mine fall backwards. “Damn, babe.”

  She swallows and pops up, crawling into my lap, still fully clothed. “Don’t call me that.”

  “Would you prefer Master Dick Sucker instead?”

  “That better be applause for my skills and not a complaint.” One of my hands pops her on the ass and she squeals. “Don’t tease if you’re not gonna please.”

  “That’s what you want?” I lift my head back up. “You want me to throw you down on this couch and fuck you raw?”

  “I want you to take me to your bed,” she trails a finger down my t-shirt covered chest. “And make love to me.”

  Did you hear her right? Was that in English? I don’t recall speaking Dutch but it sounded like it could’ve been something crazy like that.

  Knowing how skittish she is, I let my hands cup her gym shorts covered ass and use my thumbs to softly stroke. “Do you know what you’re asking me?”

  “Yeah...I’m asking for the man who I just gave a helluva orgasm if I do say so myself, to take me to his bed, the one place we haven’t had sex and do that.”

  I fight the urge to smile. “You asked me to make love to you.”

  “That’s different than fucking?”

  “You know damn well it is,” I fight back refusing to let her weasel her way out of it that easy. “Now if you want me to take you to my bed and do that I will. No hesitation. I’ll fuck you from now until sundown ‘til sunrise if that’s what you want. But I need to know what I’m doing here babe.”

  Erin wraps her arms around my neck and just stares into my eyes for a minute.

  Talk about nerve wracking.

  Her thumb softy grazes the back of my neck and she shrugs. “I’ve never had anyone make love to me, so I just assumed it was the same thing.”

  My heart immediately pulls sharply in my chest resulting in the only answer possible. “I’ll show you the difference...” I lean my lips up to hers and leave them gently pressed together. She’s so use to the rapid movement of things, she frantically starts moving them in an attempt to part mine. When she sees her efforts are useless, her body relaxes and so does her mouth. On a gentle lick, my tongue asks for entrance rather than demanding it. Erin opens and they greet each other in a new way. Every press from her tongue to mine, a plea to let me give her what she denies herself. To let me love her the way I know she wants. The way I know I can. The way I want. The second she melts into me, I begin my attempt to rise and she links her legs around me.

  Pulling away I lead us back towards my bedroom keeping her eyes locked on mine the entire time. Carefully I lay her down on my king size mattress. As hard as it is not to jump on top of her, I fight the urge knowing she needs this more right now. Hell, I need this more right now. For the first time since we’ve been...doing whatever it is we’re doing, I take my time. Erin’s long dark brown hair is spread out against my white sheet creating a remarkable contrast. Her body is slightly curved to the side reminding me of the pinups I used to find in the basement of my house back in MD growing up. Her workout shorts and barely there tank top are enticing as they give a peekaboo look to the tats I discovered on her hips. This woman right here looks like a goddess.

  And doesn’t a goddess deserve to be worshiped?

  Slowly, I lower myself onto the bed between her legs. I start my kisses at her feet taking equal amounts of time on both sides, planting long ones along with light ones, inching my way upward to her thighs. With each kiss it feels like some sort of layer she hides behind vanishes leaving her more and more exposed than ever before. When my hands grip her running shorts, I can see the familiar impulse to hurry back on her face.

  “Not this time,” I remind her dragging both her thong and shorts down. “This time, I give you what you’ve never had before.”

  “Four orgasms?”

  Tease. Remind me to spank her for that later.

  My eyes fall onto her bare pussy and I have to dig my teeth into my own bottom lip to stop from attacking it. With a hard swallow, I look back up briefly before continuing my unhurried route of kisses that continue just past the area that I can see is soaking wet already. Dragging my lips across her abs, I make sure to give her tats extra kisses before helping her out of her tank top leaving her completely naked once more before me.

  I lean up and admire this priceless view. “You’re beautiful, babe. Do you know that?”

  “Of course,” she playfully responds.

  “I’m serious, Erin,” my tone the opposite of hers. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And the last woman I ever do if you let m
e.” Before she can say something, I plant a chaste kiss on her lips before dragging them down her jaw, neck, and across her boobs. I don’t miss an inch of flesh. When my praise to her gorgeous tan skin is done with my mouth, I lay down beside her and use my hands to massage the same areas dragging out a similar response to having my lips on her.

  Through hooded eyes she groans in frustration when my fingers grip her thighs. “Why don’t you just get that cock inside me already?”

  I run my finger down the outside of her pussy lips. Her breath hitches and I reply, “Because I know I can get you wetter.” With that I dip my finger inside her flooding body and enjoy the sound of her crying out.

  “Oh my God!” she screams.

  “I’ll make sure I worship you like one,” I whisper in her ear again drawing one finger out to replace it with two.

  My fingers sink in and out in a pattern so slow that my own dick feels livid, that it’s not him.

  He’s greedy. Come on. You know this. You can co-sign.

  Erin moans with each push, sometimes loudly sometimes breathless, but each time with so much force and passion I know she’s going to come undone at any minute. I continue the movement adding my thumb to let it take her over the top. The second her climax hits she runs her fingers through her own hair, pulling it in sync with the way her pussy is throbbing.

  After giving her a moment to ease off her high, I roll over so I’m on top and lean over to grab a rubber from the nightstand.

  “Wait.” Her hand lands on my arm.

  “What?”

  “Can you...will you,” the words somehow are stuck on her tongue.

  Can you recall a time Erin ever had trouble speaking her mind? Should we write this down for the record books?

  “Will you make love to me without one?” The offer is so far beyond tempting it’s taking a miracle for me not to just roughly dive inside. “I’m clean. I got tested a couple of months back. Routine style. One of the perks of having a pushy nurse for a brother. And I get the shot. So no worries about knocking me up either.”