CHAPTER THREE
Jessica
I COULDN’T BELIEVE Spade was hitting on me. I mean, sure, men hit on me. Occasionally. But they usually wore suits and enjoyed pastimes no more rigorous than a challenging game of chess. Spade was a biker with tattoos and pecks I could bounce a quarter off of. I’m sure my last boyfriend had been taking his mom’s estrogen. Seriously, we’d watched a romantic comedy together, and he cried at the mushy part. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with metrosexual men. For someone else.
I was looking for something different… something a little more masculine. Someone a little more like Spade. Too bad men like Spade never seemed to drift into my hemisphere.
Yet here he was.
“You ever try any of this shit?” he asked, thumbing through my Fifty Shades of Grey book. Apparently he wasn’t going to let me off the hook about my reading habits.
Knowing I shouldn’t be ashamed about the books I read did nothing to wipe the shame from my face. Why couldn’t I have had War and Peace or Little Women on my nightstand.
Because you haven’t read any classics since college.
Right. Now I read smut and mommy porn, and loved it. Determined not to be ashamed, I held my head high and ignored him.
“I’m gonna take your silence as a no,” Spade said. “Any of it you want to try?”
Spade had saved my life, but he was virtually a stranger. We were having an inappropriate conversation in my bedroom, where a man had been shot only hours ago. I should be repulsed, but that’s not the reaction my body was experiencing. My nipples pebbled and I crossed my arms in front of myself and stepped into my closet to find a suitcase.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“No.” I wheeled the suitcase over to the dresser and started filling it. “I’ve had sex before.”
“And you sound so impressed,” he replied with a chuckle. “Must have been vanilla as shit. Did you even come?”
He had no right to ask that sort of question, yet his brazen tone and foul mouth set my body on fire. Struggling to take some sort of control over the conversation, I snapped, “I don’t need a man to make me come.”
My admission sent both of his eyebrows up toward his hairline. “You’ve never been properly fucked before.”
It wasn’t even a question. I wanted to argue, but couldn’t. Spade was right. I’d read enough romance novels to know there should be shattering or quaking or something happening when I hit the big “O.” Granted, I only read fiction, but vibrators got me closer to the kind of orgasms I read about than penises ever did.
Spade chuckled, no doubt seeing the confirmation written all over my face. “Well, if you ever want to remedy that situation, I’d be willing to make the sacrifice.”
I stared at him. “How very noble of you.”
“Make no mistake about it, nothing I want to do to you would be considered noble.”
The heat in his eyes sped up my heartrate and made my core pulse with need. I turned my attention to my dresser and started shoving clothes into my suitcase, trying to hide my flaming cheeks and rock-hard nipples. “Are you always this forward with women? You don’t feel like a spade. Feels more like getting hit with a shovel.”
He laughed. “My road name didn’t come from a garden tool, babe. It came from me running a Boston on some racist motherfucker while I was in the Army.”
“A Boston?”
“Yeah. You’ve never played spades before?”
“The card game?” I wasn’t expecting that. “No.”
“You’re downplaying the relativity of it. It’s more than a card game. It’s a lifelong pursuit. A metaphor for life. It’s not a game, it’s the game. There are levels to this shit. It’s like coming of age. The house makes the rules, and you have to be intuitive and flexible enough to roll with the cards and change up your game.”
He sounded like the Yoda of card games, and I was relieved that he was laying off the innuendo long enough to talk about a different type of passion. I was trying to load bras and panties into my suitcase on the downlow because if he made one more sexually charged comment toward me, my body was probably going to burst into flames.
“And you’re good at this game, I take it.”
“Good?” He snorted. “Babe, I’m the best.” It didn’t even sound like he was bragging, just confident.
Finished with my underwear drawer, I moved on to the closet. I had no idea how long I was going to be staying with the Dead Presidents, but I packed enough clothes for a week and grabbed my jewelry and family photos so there was no chance they’d get stolen.
Spade helpfully added a few of the books from my nightstand to the suitcase. When I gave him a questioning look, he shrugged. “Educational material.”
Shaking my head, I grabbed my pillow and threw my laptop backpack over my shoulder while he took my bags and we headed out.
My building manager met us in the hall, but his attention wasn’t on me. “You must be Spade,” he said, looking past me to the man who had his hand on the small of my back again.
“And you must be Matt. Nice of you to come up so I don’t have to go lookin’ for you. How are you coming with that door?”
Confused, I asked, “You and Matt know each other?”
“Spoke to him today while I was waiting for you at the cop shop. I let him know that your door is a piece of shit and he needs to replace it with something an intruder can’t just kick in.”
“And I heard your concerns, so I came up to see it for myself. You’re right. A more secure door needs to be installed. I’ve called the building owner and he’s sending out one of his guys to install it first thing in the morning.”
I’d never heard Matt sound so compliant before. I knew I should be upset with Spade for interfering, but he wasn’t wrong. Our door was worthless, and I appreciated him for getting Matt to finally do something about it.
“Good. I’ll be back tomorrow to inspect it,” Spade said. He took my hand in his and tugged me toward the elevator.
“Thank you,” I said as the doors closed. “I don’t know what you said to him to make him actually do his job, but I appreciate it.”
The look Spade gave me was thoughtful, and I got the feeling he was still trying to figure me out. “My pleasure, babe. I like to keep people safe. Especially beautiful women. It’s what I do.”
He tugged me closer until we were only inches apart. I thought he was going to kiss me, but the elevator stopped, and the doors dinged open. Both grateful and disappointed by the interruption, I jumped away from him and headed out to the parking garage.
Spade had parked his bike behind my car. He opened the door for me and closed it after I climbed in behind the wheel. I could tell he wanted to say something, so I rolled down my window.
He leaned in, and his clean, masculine scent invaded my sedan. “Give me your phone.”
His tone was commanding, leaving no room for questions. I unlocked my cell and handed it over. He typed something into it and handed it back. “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. “If you’re lucky. No, if we’re lucky. I wasn’t kidding about trying out some of that shit in those books. I want to caress every inch of that sexy body. First with my fingers, then with my lips. I want to taste you. I want to stick my tongue inside that tight little cunt and roll it until you’re begging me to fuck you. Then I’ll bury my cock so deep inside you, you’ll feel me every time you pleasure yourself. 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 fl
uttery 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.
My mind kept searching for a snappy response while my body was in danger of combusting. Thankfully, before I could strip and demand that he take me right there in the front seat of my car, Spade 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 motored forward to wait for me.
Resisting the urge to fan my overheated face and neck, I turned on the air conditioning and took a couple of deep breaths. Then 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.
CHAPTER FOUR
Spade
BY THE TIME Jessica and I got to the fire station, dinner had just been 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 the dining area. Jessica drew closer to me, cluing 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 luggage up the stairs to the empty bedroom across the hall from mine.
“The rooms aren’t much,” I said, setting her bags 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.”
Her eyebrows shot up her forehead and I could almost see her mind conjuring group orgies in the shower. No doubt due to some of those books she was reading. I wasn’t going to lie and say that kind of shit never happened, but the participants were consensual, and it only 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. You’ll find it down the hall on the right.”
She let out a relieved breath and sat on the bed.
She still looked so wound up I couldn’t resist the urge to fuck with her. “Should you get bored or want to take me up on my offer, my bedroom is right across the hall. And there’s no need for you to restrain yourself in there.”
Her mouth formed a perfect little “O” before color flooded her cheeks and her eyes dropped. Fearing that I’d pushed her too far, too fast, I backed out to give her some space.
“Take a few minutes to get settled. Just knock on my door when you’re ready to go downstairs and meet everyone.”
She nodded, her gaze once again lifting to snag mine. Behind her glasses, Jessica’s eyes were so damn big and beautiful just holding her gaze had my dick stirring to life. I couldn’t wait to see them staring up at me while she sucked me off. “Thank you,” she said. “For everything.”
“My pleasure.”
Then I got the hell out of there before I did or said something stupid that would have her fleeing the place like her ass was on fire.
I straightened up my room while I waited for Jessica. Knowing we’d be heading downstairs to introduce her to the rest of the club, I was trying to get rid of the massive hard-on happening in my pants. But my mind kept conjuring thoughts of her in bed across the hall, making me impossibly harder. By the time she finally knocked on my door, my cock felt like it was about to bust out of my pants like the Kool-Aid man breaking down a wall.
Oh yeah.
“Spade?” Jessica asked hesitantly as she pushed the door open.
I was standing beside my bed because it hurt too damn much to sit. “Yeah, come in. Let me grab my phone from the charger, then we can go down.”
When I turned around, Jessica was closing the door behind her. Her dark hair was down in soft waves that cascaded down to the middle of her back. She was wearing a long coat, but her legs were bare, high heels still on.
The view did nothing to help the situation going on in my pants.
She turned around slowly and pulled her jacket open, revealing a sheer pink nightgown. My eyes drank in her body as she dropped the coat to her feet and took a step forward.
Jessica was so fucking beautiful.
I couldn’t believe that she was here like this. I didn’t want to blink, or move, or even breathe, because I needed this to be real and not just some apparition or fantasy caused by a lack of blood to my brain since it was all fueling my erection.
“I think I would like to take you up on your offer,” she said, taking another step forward. “I’m twenty-five, and I have no regrets. Not one. I don’t want to be boring anymore, Spade. I don’t want to be looked over for a promotion because I’m ‘too safe’ ever again. I could have died today, and it made me realize that I haven’t even really lived. I’ve never even had a one-night stand. Think you can help me cross that line item off my bucket list?”
Oh boy, could I ever. “Get your fine ass over here.”
Grinning, Jessica stepped forward again. I met her half way, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her against me. Our bodies pressed together, and I dropped my head to finally taste her lips. She tasted like mango lip gloss and peppermint toothpaste and I reveled in it as my hands began their exploration of her curves. Her body was perfect, her tits round and warm, and her slender waist flared out to hips big enough to grab onto. As our tongues danced, my hands slipped under her nightgown for some skin-to-skin contact.
My jeans were killing me, so I unzipped them and set my cock free. The relief practically made me light-headed. Breaking off the kiss, I palmed Jessica’s ass and picked her up, depositing her on the edge of the bed. She started to take off her glasses, but I stopped her.
“No. Leave them on. They’re sexy.”
She looked up at me with those big brown eyes and it took everything in me not to shove my cock in her mouth. That would happen later. Our first time needed to be about her. I wanted her to come so hard she’d be breaking down my door for seconds. Placing my hand between her breasts, I gently laid her back on the bed with her legs hanging over the end. Then I grabbed her by the hips and scooted her forward until her ass was balancing on the edge.
Lowering myself to my knees, I spread her legs, thankful she wasn’t wearing underwear. She had a perfect little landing strip leading to a dark pink pussy. The scent of her arousal had my mouth watering long before I licked her seam.
Jessica’s hips flexed at the contact, and she let out a low moan.
She might not be a virgin, but I was right, she hadn’t been properly fucked. Excited to be the one who would bring out her inner freak, I rose up her body, trailing kisses over her stomach until I landed on her left breast. Swirling my tongue around the nipple, I used my hand to tease the other one. I sucked and pulled and nibbled as she writhed beneath me, her breath heavy and labored.
I kissed my way up to her lips again, grinding my boxer-covered cock against her core before migrating south to her lower lips. She gasped when my mouth landed on her clit. Swirling my tongue as I sucked, I teased her entrance with a finger.
“More,” Jessica said, her voice breathy as her hips rose to force my finger deeper.
Her channel was so tight I knew it would be a struggle to get my cock inside her. I added a finger and stretched her wider, preparing her for what was to come. Her inner walls clenched, and I knew she was close. I wa
sn’t ready for her to come yet, so I pulled my fingers out and pressed my tongue flat against her clit.
She stared down at me, her eyes wild with need and passion. “What the…? I was… Why…?”
Proud of the fact that she couldn’t even form a complete sentence, I stood and tugged off my jeans. “What do you want from me, Jess?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I want… the things you said.”
I chuckled. No way in hell was I letting her get off without asking for it. Stepping out of my boxer-briefs, I slid my hand up and down my shaft. Her gaze followed my motions, and she licked her lips.
Fuck that was hot.
“Gotta say the words, babe. What do you want me to do to you?”
“I want you to… sleep with me.”
“Maybe later, but first we have to tire each other out.” I slid my finger back inside her, curling the tip against her g-spot. “Do you really want to sleep, Jess? Or do you want to do something else?”
Her hips flexed as she tried to take me deeper. “Yes! Something else. All the something elses.”
She was soaking wet. I pulled my finger out of her slick heat and sucked her juices off as she watched. “Still need the words, babe. Tell me what you want. I want to hear filthy suggestions coming out of that sweet little mouth of yours.” And I needed her to say it soon. Refraining wasn’t exactly easy on me. I couldn’t seem to keep my hands or mouth off her. Bending over, I licked her from ass to clit.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, so faint I barely heard it.
“What’s that?” I asked, grabbing a condom from my nightstand. “You’re gonna have to be louder if you want me to hear you.”
“Fuck me, Spade. Goddammit, make me come.”
I wrapped up and plunged into her, giving her what she asked for. She let out a gasp as her body jerked forward.
“Fuck you like that?” I asked.
She nodded. “God, yes.”
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