Pride's Pursuit

by Cathryn Fox

  It was Jared’s job to get to know the guests and see that their needs were being met. What he wasn’t supposed to do was socialize with those guests, or get himself invited to the after-hours poker game that the resort’s management turned a blind eye to. The high-rolling businessmen, who came to town for the annual weeklong event, weren’t the kind of guys who took kindly to getting stiffed. You owed them money, you paid your debt. One way or another.

  Noah’s glance shot to the blonde. Then again, who was he too lecture about rules, considering he was about to break one himself? Even when off duty, the staff wasn’t supposed to do anything to bring negative attention to the resort, which meant that picking up a local for a quick fuck on the rocks was pretty much all kinds of wrong.

  “I’ll pay you back,” Jared said.

  The blonde gave Noah a once over and a satisfied grin. “You just keep yourself out of trouble.”

  Jared followed the direction of Noah’s gaze, and when he glimpsed the girl Noah had his sights set on, he shook his head. “You’re one to talk. That girl has trouble written all over her.”

  “Good,” Noah said, smirking.

  “She’s got a boyfriend, Noah,” Jared warned. “And he’s a big bastard.”

  “I think you’re mistaken.” Ignoring Jared’s warning, Noah stood and shoved one hand into his pocket, pulling his worn and faded jeans lower on his hips, a not so subtle invitation that brought the blonde’s attention right where he wanted it. “I think she’s looking for a little play.”

  Jared gave him a look that suggested he was either crazy, or had a death wish, or possibly both. Maybe he was right.

  “Yeah? What makes you say that?” Jared asked.

  “She wouldn’t be wearing a shirt that showed off her tits if she didn’t want me to look.”

  While Jared cursed under his breath, Noah moved through the throng of people. Seconds before he reached blondie, some douche bag stepped in front of him to block his path. Noah nudged him with his shoulder, shoving him out of the way. With single-minded determination he moved past him, but when the guy said, “Is there a problem here, pal?” it stopped Noah dead in his tracks.

  He turned and sized up the steroid-induced mouth breather and shrugged. “Listen dude,” Noah began. “As far as I can tell the only problem here is that you’re standing between me,” he paused to poke his finger in the direction of the girl watching him with big, curious eyes, “and her.”

  The guy grabbed Noah’s arm, his nostrils flaring as he yanked Noah closer. Even at six feet, Noah had to lift his chin to meet the guy’s eyes. The ogre gripped him tighter, his sausage fingers digging into Noah’s biceps.

  Like a wire stretched tight, Noah snapped. “Get the fuck off me.” His skin came alive as he jerked his arm free. Christ, he didn’t like to be touched. Touching made him feel...well, it made him feel.

  Old, blood-soaked memories clawed their way to the surface, and visions of his best friend clutching his arm like it was his lifeline swamped him. But Noah hadn’t been Jonny’s lifeline. Oh no, not at all. Noah was a fuck up, and the sole reason Jonny was dead.

  “...Noah.”

  He heard Jared saying something, pleading with him, but the words were lost in the foggy haze clouding his mind, riding circles around his brain on the pain that came with remembering.

  “Maybe you should listen to your boyfriend,” the ogre said.

  Noah laughed in his face. “Maybe you should suck my dick.”

  The mouth breather fisted his hands and drew his arm back. Heart racing, Noah stood there, his body braced as he prepared for the pain. Welcomed it.

  Deserved it.

  Like a hard fuck, sometimes a good punch in the face sent the demons scurrying. For a little while, anyway.

  The hit came sure and swift, and Noah’s teeth clashed as he flew backwards toward the water. The damp sandy shore padded his fall, but the cold waves crashing over his body snapped his groggy senses back to life faster than a broken condom. He jumped to his feet and spit a mouth full of blood onto the sand as the primate came at him again, his knuckles practically dragging on the ground.

  “Stop it, Alex,” a shrill voice cried out, and Noah’s heart sank as the girl he’d been stalking halted the fight. Jesus, he’d wanted that next blow. Craved it. Noah wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as blondie pounded her fists into Alex’s chest.

  Fuck if Jared hadn’t been right. Blondie did have a boyfriend, and the big bastard’s name was Alex.

  Alex grabbed the girl’s hands, and pinned them to her sides. She squirmed and fought against him, the back of her shirt lifting to show a tramp stamp that Noah was certain her good folks knew nothing about. Damned if she wasn’t just the girl he needed tonight.

  “Stay out of this, Dara,” the ape named Alex warned.

  Noah took a threatening step toward Alex. “Take your fucking hands off her.”

  “Noah,” Jared warned again as the crowd gathered around them. The bonfire burned bright, the fiery embers sparking like angry fireflies in the dark night sky, casting a flickering spotlight on the scene playing out before them. “You start this shit again, and Donald won’t give you any more chances,” he bit out harshly, but Noah was too far gone, too far down the road filled with blood and bad memories to walk away.

  “I didn’t start it.” He swiped his tongue over his swollen lip and jutted his chin toward Alex. “He did. I’m just going to finish it.” Noah stood there, sizing up his opponent once again, waiting for him to make another move.

  Alex looked at Noah, then at his girlfriend, who continued to struggle against his grip. Suspicion moved into his beady eyes as they locked on hers. “What are you protecting this guy for? Do you know him or something?” he asked, his voice slurring slightly.

  “We’re all just here to have a good time, Alex.”

  “A good time?” He jerked his head toward Noah, his lips curling with disgust. “That’s the good time you want?” Silence hung heavy for a moment, then sweet tits shrugged, everything in what she didn’t say answering Alex’s question. “This shit ain’t worth it.” He shoved Dara away, pushed through the crowd and stormed down the beach.

  He watched Alex disappear and then turned his attention to Dara. “You okay?”

  Big eyes moved over his swollen lip as her two friends came up behind her. “Are you?” she asked.

  Noah scrubbed his hand over his jaw. “Your boyfriend throws one hell of a punch.”

  She took a sip from the cooler her friend handed her, looking at him over the rim of the bottle. She swallowed and licked her lips before saying, “Maybe he’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

  “Is that right?” Noah asked, inching closer and invading her personal space. Damn she smelled good.

  “Well, maybe not tonight, anyway.” She nibbled her bottom lip, a seductive move Noah figured she’d perfected in front of a mirror, and then slid her gaze over his body.

  “You gotta be fucking kidding me.” The sound of Jared’s voice from behind him pulled Noah’s attention away from those luscious lips.

  Noah cast him a quick glance and smirked. “What?”

  “Like you even have to ask.” Shaking his head, Jared disappeared into the crowd, leaving Noah to do what he did best. Fuck everything up.

  With the fight over, the crowd went back to partying, and Dara stepped in and closed the small space that remained between them. She went up on her tiptoes, those nice tits of hers pressing into his chest. Reaching up, she feathered her fingertip over his swollen lip. “Does it hurt?”

  “Yeah. It hurts like a son of a bitch. But I guess that’s to be expected when I use my face to stop a punch.”

  She puckered those pouty lips of hers and all Noah could think about was how that sexy mouth would feel around his cock.

  “You think I should kiss it better?”

  Noah grinned. Christ, she made this so easy. “I think that’s a good start.”

  She handed her cooler back to her friends, an
d gave the cute brunette a knowing smile before she turned back to Noah. With a tip of her head, she gestured behind her. “Maybe we should...you know...go somewhere private.”

  She didn’t need to ask him twice. Noah grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the crowd. Once they were out of sight, near the rocky cliff at the far end of the beach, he stepped into the water and splashed a palm full into his mouth. He sloshed it around to wash away the blood, and then spat it out.

  Not wasting any time, he gripped Dara’s hips, his cock swelling inside his jeans as he pushed her up against the rock wall. He dipped his head, his lips so close to hers that he could taste the raspberry cooler on her breath. Goddamn she had a mouth made for sucking. He slipped one hand around the back of her neck, the floral scent of her hair filling his nostrils as his eyes latched on her hot mouth.

  “So about that kiss,” he murmured.

  Her tongue flicked out to moisten her bottom lip and ignoring the split on his lip, he crushed his mouth to hers. The pressure stung like a bitch, but he didn’t care. He groaned as sensations overcame him, let them push back the memories that came far too close to the surface tonight. His tongue slipped inside to thrash with hers as his hands went to her tits. He palmed them and she moaned, wiggling against him. With his mouth watering for a taste of her nipples, he gripped the hem of her shirt and tugged.

  He pulled it over her head and inched back to look at her lace bra. “Sweet,” he murmured and she smiled at him, the look on her face telling him she knew she was as sexy as hell and could have whoever she wanted. He was fine with that. She wanted a good time, and tonight he was the guy she’d chosen to provide it. It wasn’t his fault she picked a no good loser like him. But some of the townies liked to go slumming during their summer break, and as long as he was getting a piece of ass, he was cool with it.

  He reached behind her back, made quick work of the metal hook, and then tossed the bra onto the rocks along with her shirt. Pushing a knee between her legs, he widened them and bent to draw a hard nipple into his mouth.

  Her hands raked through his hair and she whimpered. He ignored the pain in his jaw and sucked deep, needing to get lost in her. Her hands moved to his shirt, and she tugged at the material. He reached behind his neck and tugged it over his shoulders, adding it to the pile forming on the rocks. Once he was half naked, she raced those soft fingers over him.

  “Nice tat,” she whispered, tracing the cross tombstone on his arm.

  An uneasy tremble moved through him as she stroked him. He grabbed her hands, put them behind her and lightly brushed the tattoo at the small of her back. “I like yours, too.”

  She made a move to reach for him again, but he pushed against her, caging her hands between her ass and the rock. “Keep them there,” he ordered.

  She looked like she was going to protest, but when he released the button on her shorts, and shoved his hand inside, a low moan rose from her throat. His cock throbbed against her thigh and she sucked in a quick breath when he dipped inside her panties to finger her pussy. A whimpering sound bubbled up from her throat.

  “Feel good, baby?” he asked.

  “So good,” she said, bucking against his hand.

  He pushed a finger inside her and his mind shut down when he felt her wetness. “Jesus, you’re drenched,” he growled. He pushed deep, and while she looked so fucking hot in her short shorts, with his hand inside her panties, he couldn’t get a good finger bang going with her still dressed.

  Panting hard, and keeping a finger inside her, he said, “Take your shorts off.”

  She pulled her hands out from behind her, pushed her shorts down and wiggled them to her feet. Her pussy tightened around his finger with her movements. With his free hand, Noah pulled them from her ankles and tossed them onto the pile.

  Leaning up against the rocks, she spread her legs wide to give him better access, and the sweet scent of her hot pussy hit him like a double shot of rum. The world around him faded, dulled to a hush. He pushed his finger in and out of her, until she was so soaked and ready that all he could think about was ramming his dick into her.

  Her hands went to his zipper. “Take yours off too,” she said breathlessly. “I want to see your cock.”

  Noah groaned. Oh yeah, this girl really was all kinds of trouble.

  He pulled his finger out of her pussy, tore off his pants, and threw them on top of her clothes. His cock jutted forward, so hard and ready his brain was nearly blank. Jesus, he loved it when his brain shut down. Her gaze dropped, and she made a whimpering sound as she reached for his dick. He nudged his hips forward, offering it to her. It was true he didn’t like to be touched, but when a chick wanted to stroke his dick, he damn well made an exception.

  “So big,” she murmured.

  “You like it big, baby?”

  “Yeah.” She licked her mouth, her hands grasping his cock harder.

  Noah swallowed hard. “You want to suck it?”

  She gave him a sexy grin that told him how much she liked sucking cock, how good she was at it, before she sank to her knees. The second her mouth wrapped around his crown, he gripped her head with one hand and braced the other on the rock wall behind her. Christ, her hot wet mouth felt so damn good.

  “Fuck...”

  She moaned around a mouthful of cock, and he rocked into her, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged a little, but continued to try to take him deeper.

  “Nice,” he murmured, ramming into her.

  She licked the long length of him, her tongue running circles around his crown before she plunged forward to take him back in again. She spent a long time working him in and out of her hot mouth, and when he groaned, she cupped his balls. They drew up tight against his body, and knowing he was close to coming in her mouth, he inched back, and hauled her against him, desperate to bury himself inside her.

  He gripped her hips, and lifted her until she was sitting on the ledge, shoving his shirt underneath her ass. His fingers bit into her thighs as he widened them. Bending forward to better position himself between her spread legs, he swiped her cunt with his tongue, and she jutted her tits forward as she leaned back, her palms braced on the rock behind her.

  Noah grabbed his pants, and pulled a condom from the pocket. He tore into it and rolled the rubber down the long length of cock.

  Dara’s eyes widened in anticipation as he wrapped one arm around her slim waist for leverage, and positioned his cock at her entrance.

  “You ready to fuck?” he asked.

  Instead of answering she wiggled her hips, forcing him in an inch.

  “Christ,” he groaned as her heat wrapped around him. He held her tighter, and in one quick thrust powered into her. She gasped and rubbed her hard nipples against his chest.

  He pumped deep, fast, ramming so hard he was sure they were going to punch through the rock wall. She moved with him, and he inched back to look between their bodies as he pulled out, only to sink all the way back inside again. Jesus, she was hot...

  He fucked her long and hard, until her body tightened and she made a whimpering sound. A second later her hot cream singed his cock. As her muscles squeezed his dick, she reached for him again, but he pinned her arms to her sides and pumped feverishly. He knew he was being rough, knew he was going to leave her bruised come morning, but there was nothing he could do to slow down. He needed to fuck. He needed to forget. Oh, God, he just needed...

  His cock swelled to the point of no return, every nerve in his body alive and on fire. He drove all the way insider her, burying himself balls deep as he let go, splashing his seed into the condom. He threw his head back and growled, concentrating on the explosions rocketing through him. She squeezed him with her cunt, milking every last drop of his release.

  Sweat trickled down his brow, and he swiped it away as he strived to catch his breath. Dara shifted and pulled away, his cock slipping out of her. He stood back, water splashing against his heels as he disposed of the rubber. Dara reached for her clothes and p
ulled them on quickly. Once she was dressed, she jumped from the ledge and grinned up at him.

  “Thanks,” she said, licking her lips and smoothing down her long blonde hair as her skin glistened with perspiration. “That was fun.”

  “Yeah,” he said, his voice rough, edgy as he reached behind her to grab his pants. She stepped around him, and he said, “I’ll guess I’ll see you around.” He tugged his jeans on and gave a casual roll of his shoulder.

  “Sure. I’ll be around,” she said and then disappeared down the beach, dismissing him like he was nothing but a go nowhere loser, a go-to guy when a girl needed to scratch an itch.

  What bothered him the most was that she was right.

  About Cat

  New York Times and USA today Bestselling author, Cathryn Fox/Cat Kalen is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love.

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