by Avery Flynn
His hands found her hips and he trailed his fingers over her skirt, tracing the curve of her thighs. The soft cotton of her skirt barred him from feeling the soft flesh of her curves. The thick material frustrated him while at the same time the can’t-touch-me factor heightened his need. The contact, even with layers of clothes between them, made his cock grow thick and heavy against his thigh. Knees planted on either side of his hips, she undulated against him, bunching up her skirt in the process so that it was halfway up her lean thighs, leaving only the silk of her panties and the denim of his jeans between them.
Needing to taste more of her, Taz rolled her over so she was on her back and broke the kiss. He trailed his lips across her jaw, stopping only once he reached her earlobe, eliciting another moan from her as she rocked her hips as if unable to stop herself.
He could relate. He couldn’t feel enough of her, taste enough of her, have enough of her. It was doubtful that he ever would and he was totally good with that.
“That’s it, Kitten.” He sat back on his heels, enjoying the view from between her spread legs. “God, I love watching you move.”
“Really?” She sat up so they were facing each other and wrapped her long legs around his waist. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
She rocked against his dick, pre-cum already moistening the tip. The things this woman did to him. Most of them should probably be illegal, considering how good she made him feel, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to report her.
The emerald-cut engagement ring sparkled in the soft light coming in from the skylight as she scraped her red fingernails down his chest. He swallowed a groan of pleasure. When she brought her head close and her pink tongue darted out to flick at his flat nipple before sucking on it, though, there was no way he could keep quiet. Electricity sparked across his skin, the normally sedate nub coming to life under her wicked mouth.
“You better watch it,” he said, his voice husky with need as he kissed his way down the creamy flesh of her neck. “Too much more of that and I’m not going to be able to wait any longer.”
Impatience vibrated off her flushed skin. “Who said I wanted to take it slow?” She nipped at his collarbone then kissed the stinging spot better before pushing him over onto his side.
“Oh, is that how you think this is going to go?” he asked, loving the view of her legs and the flash of red silk the lower vantage point gave him.
She whipped off her T-shirt, revealing her full breasts with their puckered nipples pressing hard against the see-through lace of her red bra. “It’s how I know it will.”
“Such a smart mouth.” It wasn’t the greatest comeback but it was all he could manage as she dangled her full tits inches from his suddenly dry mouth.
“And talented too.” She gave him a saucy wink then leaned down and opened the top button. “Let me show you.” The zipper went down next.
His cock sprang free, more than willing to act as Exhibit A. She wrapped her hand around his girth and then lowered her mouth until her red lips closed over his prick and the world lost focus. He arched against her even as his brain tried to resist her siren’s lure. He hadn’t even gotten to taste her yet and he needed to feel her come on his tongue.
It took every last bit of sanity still in his grasp to step back and keep from crossing over the edge. “Kitten, I’m not done playing with you yet.”
Staring up at him with her big brown eyes that had darkened to nearly ebony, Bianca took him in deep, not stopping until his swollen head hit the back of her throat before letting his cock slip from her glistening lips. Fuck. She was going to kill him and he was going to die a happy man.
But, of course, two could play this game, and he knew exactly how to make her purr.
Focusing on how her hard nipples fought against the sheer red of her bra, he reached inside one cup and freed a full breast. The porcelain of her skin contrasted starkly with the scarlet lace. He rolled one pink nipple between his thumb and finger. Fuck, she looked delicious.
With his free hand, he reached out and captured her chin, his thumb raking across her bottom lip and dipping inside. Never losing eye contact, she sucked and curled her tongue around the thick digit with a power that made his balls ache.
“That’s just how I’m going to suck on that hard clit of yours. I’m going to spread you out on this bed and taste every inch of you.”
Her gaze got hazy and she let out a soft moan.
That was it—the sound of hers that made him lose control. He released her nipple and withdrew his thumb from between her divine lips, then flipped her onto her back. His hands shook with the intensity of his wanting, so he didn’t bother to strip the skirt off. He left it bunched up around her hips and slipped the red silk of her panties down her long legs.
“God you’re beautiful.”
“It’s the ring,” she joked, her voice husky and heavy with desire.
“No.” He lifted her left leg into the air, putting her ankle at his mouth’s level. A perfect place to begin. “It’s the woman.”
His kissed his way from her ankle to the apex of her thighs, reveling in the smooth skin and strong muscle that twitched under his caress. When his tongue slid along her slick folds, she arched her back and called out his name.
“Oh this is just the beginning,” he said against her soft pink flesh.
Tension tightened her body underneath him and he circled her opening with his thumb before plunging it in and out in slow repetition. He sucked on her clit in an unrelenting rhythm and relished her mewls of pleasure that grew in strength when he added his tongue back into play. She grabbed his head, pushing him deeper. He complied and her body went rigid underneath him with orgasm.
Taz raised his head and rolled onto his side, propping his head up on one hand, he took in the wanton sight of her, tousled and clad in her scrunched-up skirt and bra only half on as her chest heaved. Ferocious. Brazen. Smart. Beautiful. Everything he ever needed.
“I think you’ve ruined me.” She smirked. “I might be out for a while.”
But the intensity of the kiss she delivered contradicted her words. Their hands and mouths were everywhere at once, stroking heated flesh and pushing the desire to higher peaks. Somehow in the process, her bra disappeared and his jeans got tossed to the other side of the room.
Her fingers curled around his stiff cock and she stroked, her thumb sweeping over the head and spreading the moisture on the tip and he forgot he could even speak. His body did the talking for him and he grasped her legs again, bringing her ankles to his shoulders. He clutched her hips in his hands and in one bold push, buried himself to the hilt in her wet pussy.
Her honeyed walls squeezed him, and withdrawing, even a few inches, bordered on torture. Bianca dug her heels into his shoulders and used it to leverage herself as she undulated against him. Pleasure began to build at the base of his spine.
Bianca widened her legs and slid them down his sides until she wrapped them around his waist. Seizing the opportunity to bring her closer, Taz slipped his hands underneath to her back and flicked her upward. Face-to-face, she gripped his shoulders, her nails digging crescents into his skin. Her ass jiggled in his hands as she rode him hard.
Picking her up, he stepped back onto the floor, then pivoted and crossed to the wall separating the bedroom from the bathroom. He pressed her against it as she gripped his waist tighter with her legs and took him deep, wrapping him inside her warmth. Needing to touch more of her, he reached down, squeezing his hand between their sweating bodies, and rubbed his thumb against her sensitive clit. She arched into his touch; little whimpering moans that sounded halfway between heaven and hell escaped her lips as he circled her clit.
Taz matched the increasing rotation of her hips with his fingers on her clit. As her body turned rigid, he grasped her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it taut. She screamed her climax around them, her pussy clenching his cock, putting him in exquisite agony.
He wanted to take it slow, but she f
elt so fucking good. Holding on to her hips, he brought her back onto his cock with forceful strokes, sliding into her as if he was finally coming home. The heady scent of sex filled the air around them and the sound of skin slapping against skin and heavy breathing echoed throughout the loft.
The tingle in his spine spiraled out to his limbs and his balls tightened. His release immobilized him and his entire body went stiff.
It took a minute for his vision to return. The sight that greeted him was Bianca looking coyly at him though her thick eyelashes, her brown hair tossed helter-skelter around her head and a tired but satisfied smile curling her lips. Gathering her tight in his arms, he carried her back to the bed.
“I think I’m going to enjoy being an engaged woman,” she said, tucking in close against him, her every curve fitting perfectly with his hard planes.
He brushed a kiss across her temple and gave in to the overwhelming urge to close his eyes. “Just wait until we’re married.”
Chapter 18
Taz
A month later, Taz was standing in front of his brothers and the coven, a term the women of the B-squad had embraced wholeheartedly, at the Corsair Club with a champagne glass in his hand and a dumbass smile on his face that he couldn’t wipe off. It was as if his past and present had come crashing together and the fallout wasn’t earth-shattering explosions but an equal melding of two worlds into one.
In a word, it was soartă.
The room was filled with friends, people from the gym and a few of his brothers’ relatives from the old neighborhood—including Marko’s mother, who was trying to set him up with everyone from the female waitress to the male bartender just so he too could finally find his one. He just lifted one dark eyebrow, kept his mouth shut and retired to a booth in the corner with his bourbon on the rocks and an unobstructed view of Elisa as she spun on the dance floor in one of those weird all-girl dance clumps. All of the St. B’s girls were there—including Gidget, who still bore the trauma of the forced injections of Genie’s Wish but she was determined to come back from it.
Even Tamara was there. She wasn’t in the middle the action, but she’d managed to make a place for herself on the B-Squad team as the office manager.
Bianca peeled away from the group of women dancing. Her hair hadn’t recovered from their quickie before the party, so she’d pulled the brown mass into a messy bun. She had her hair like that a lot lately. There were many supply closets with locks on the doors at the Devil’s Dip Gym building. Just watching her strut over, her long legs on display in a blue dress that clung to her every curve, had him wondering if there was a closet nearby.
“You look like you’re up to something.” She swiped his glass and took a sip of the bubbly.
He curled an arm around her waist, letting his hand rest on her hip. Electricity singed his fingertips. “Just trying to figure out how to sneak you away.”
“It’s our engagement party.” She chuckled and shook her head, letting free some of the long brown strands that had been tentatively holding on. “We’re not allowed to disappear.”
He pretended to pout. “That’s not fair.”
“Is life supposed to be?” She turned in his embrace and looked up at him.
“Nah, but it sure as hell is good.” And with Bianca it always would be—of that, he was certain. He brushed his lips across hers, wanting nothing more than to sweep her up in his arms and carry her out of this place. Of course, Bianca would probably knock him on his ass for that so he broke off the kiss that, even though brief, already had him half hard. “If you’re bound and determined to stick around, how about a dance instead?”
“Any excuse to get handsy, huh?” It came out breathy and more than a little turned on.
He led her out onto the dance floor. “You know me too well, Kitten.”
Tamara
If someone had told Tamara a month ago that she’d be sipping champagne at her ex-husband’s engagement party, she would have laughed in that person’s face. If they’d have said she’d be working as the office manager at her ex-husband’s fiancé’s security and investigations company, and loving it, she would have punched them square in the nose. Ex-beauty queens and soon-to-be trophy wives didn’t roll that way.
It was funny how life turned out.
Settling in on the velvet-covered settee in the Corsair Club’s private party room, she contemplated getting another glass of wine from the open bar.
“Looking for one of these?” The man belonging to the deep bass voice held out a glass of her favorite chardonnay.
Whereas everyone else in the room was dressed in designer suits and glittering cocktail dresses, the tall, dark and handsome man in front of her was in pressed Wranglers, cowboy boots and a crisp white dress shirt. If he’d had a tie or a sports coat on at one time, he’d ditched them a while ago, judging by how his shirtsleeves were rolled halfway up his corded forearms. Not that she noticed that, or had scoped out the way his broad shoulders filled the shirt to perfection, or was tempted to ask him to turn around so she could confirm that his ass looked as good in those jeans as she imagined.
Men were no longer on her to-do list. But wine? Yeah, that she could do.
“Thank you.” She took the glass and drank a sip.
The man sat down beside her, his brawny frame taking up most of the settee she wasn’t already parked on. One of his jean-clad legs brushed against her bare knee and for the first time in months a wave of warm desire had her clenching her thighs together.
Unable to figure out how to inch away to allow for space between them without being obvious about it, she crossed her legs. The move made her emerald-green skirt slide up her thigh a bit more than she was comfortable with under the circumstances. Still, giving him a glimpse of skin was less…unsettling…than actually touching him.
“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” He held out his hand. “I’m Isaac Camacho.”
She knew that name, and now she’d have a face to go with it every time she entered in expense reports. “You work with the B-Squad.”
He nodded. “On a come-and-go basis as a freelancer.”
“Why’s that?” From the number of clients she’d had to turn away in the past month, she knew the team could use another member.
“I’ve been told I don’t play well with others.”
His grin did something funny to her stomach.
“Now that really is too bad. It’s important to play nice—mostly.” It came out before she could stop it. Damn it. She didn’t flirt. Not anymore. Men had been her drug of choice for too long and she’d sworn off.
He leaned in close. “Look, I don’t want to make a scene but we need to get out of here. Now.”
Her heart fluttered. She mentally rolled her eyes at herself. What could she say? Old habits die hard—even when they were oh so bad for her. “Why’s that?”
His full lips flattened into a grim line. “There’s a bounty hunter making his way through the front of the restaurant now. He’s got papers on you.”
This time, his words made her heart stop.
“That’s about the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard in my life.” She meant it to come out as dismissive, but her voice shook too much to be convincing.
“Unless you want to head back to Idaho and have to reveal to a judge exactly where Essie is, so her shitbag of a cult leader father can grab her and sell her off to the highest bidder, then I suggest you get your pretty little ass up and follow me.”
She glanced around. Everyone was smiling and laughing just like they should be at an engagement party. After all the trouble she’d caused when she’d arrived and tried to extort a million dollars out of Taz, the last thing she wanted was to make trouble for them—and if they got busted for knowingly harboring a fugitive. She couldn’t do that to them.
“Why are you helping me?” She searched his face for an answer, but there were ancient languages she could decipher easier.
“I owe the team one, and I don’t
want a bounty hunter messing up Taz and Bianca’s engagement party, because that’s exactly what will happen. You know there’s no way these people will let you go down without a fight.” He shot her a flirtatious grin and stood up. “Anyway, I’m a sucker for blondes who behave badly.”
Glancing back at the tinted window wall separating the Corsair Club’s front restaurant from the back party rooms, she could see a man in a baseball cap and dirty jeans marching his way straight toward them.
She stood up. “Okay. How do we get out of here?”
“Just follow me, darling.” He tucked her arm into the crook of his elbow. “I’ll always lead you true.”
Now that she highly doubted.
Bianca
Stepping into Taz’s arms on the dance floor as the music slowed, Bianca tracked Tamara and Isaac’s quick exit out the kitchen door. “Now where are those two off to?”
“Don’t tell me you’re going all mama bear about Tamara.” He chuckled then pulled her closer, his splayed palm on her lower back.
She considered for a second as the moved to the beat. Tamara Hazard should be the last person she’d want to watch out for, but… “Weirdly enough, I am. She’s been acting a little off lately.”
The other day, she’d walked into Tamara’s office and found her red eyed as she shredded a stained piece of paper. She’d asked if everything was okay and Tamara had transformed instantly into the icy cool, unflappable beauty queen she’d met almost two months ago—minus the extorting bitch part, of course.
Taz shrugged and spun her in a lazy turn around another pair of dancers, at the same time sliding his hand down to her ass and giving it a squeeze. “Then Isaac may be just what she needs to let off a little steam.”
Teasingly, she shot him a dirty look and pushed back, putting him in his dance space and her in her’s. “Is sex your cure for everything?” It came out extra prim and totally fake.
