“If you’ve got some free time, I can help you relax,” she said.
It was her way of nonchalantly offering herself and her body for the night. There were probably about a half a dozen other girls working at LIVE tonight for the very same purpose. He’d never fucked any of them, but they did offer expert massages. He didn’t know what had gotten over him. Even the massages he’d come to love here weren’t doing the trick anymore. He was bored with it all.
“Listen, Anna, I’m on duty tonight, but it was nice talking to you,” he said.
“Ah, if you say so,” she said, her gaze working slowly across his groin. “If you change your mind, I’m here until 2 A.M.”
After Brock broke away from Anna, he slid on an empty barstool, took out his wallet, and tossed a Benjamin on the counter. Not a minute later, Frank placed a shot of whiskey down in front of him.
“What’s the word, Brock?” Frank asked as he proceeded to make a cocktail for another customer.
“Just trying to stay out of trouble.”
Frank laughed. “Is that even possible, dude?”
“Doesn’t anyone have faith in me?” Brock asked, pretending to look sheepish.
Frank smirked and gave him a skeptical look. He dipped a martini glass into some salt, poured in whatever fruity cocktail he’d mixed, and topped it off with a lime. It wasn’t until he placed it on the coaster of the woman sitting two seats down from him did Brock fully realize that she’d been there. The moment he turned his gaze in her direction, she looked up at him with a set of the prettiest brown eyes he’d ever seen.
She diverted her attention and looked down at her drink before Brock could get a good look at her face. She certainly wasn’t a regular and she damn sure wasn’t a shifter. Her outfit was provocative and barely there and he almost wondered if she was one of the new girls working the back. No, couldn’t be. Brock saw right past the seductive club attire and dramatic makeup she wore. She didn’t appear to belong in Leo’s adult rooms, but again the selections changed almost weekly.
While Frank was focused on another customer, Brock rose from his chair, took his drink with him, and slid into the empty seat next to the woman.
She looked straight ahead and fumbled with the napkins on the counter as if pretending not to see him.
“So…” Brock said. “Let me take a guess at why a woman like you would end up at an adult nightclub like this.”
She turned sharply in his direction, eagerly awaiting his answer.
“I wasn’t aware there was a requirement to enter the nightclub,” she said. “But go ahead…”
“One, you’re one of those reporters from the city they send in here every now and then to get the scoop on us. Two, you were getting a little bored with the regular clubs in the city. Three, this is your first day on the job, you’re feeling overwhelmed, and you decided to take a break.”
She smiled. “None of the above.”
“I’m all ears if you care to share the real reason.”
“I’m not sure if I like you or not.” She blushed and lifted her cocktail glass to her lips.
They were painted a dark red and all Brock could do was imagine her mouth on him. Shit! He was a little more deprived than he thought. Maybe it was time to unleash his desires before he drove himself insane trying to keep his dick in his pants. That had been his grandmother’s advice the last time he visited her out west, but sustaining his sexual attraction to this woman, in particular, was proving to be more difficult than he could imagine and he didn’t even know her name.
“Save yourself and your energy for your intended mate,” his grandma had said. “Trust me, you’ll need it.”
What Grandma Justice didn’t know was that he possessed endless amounts of energy when it came to fucking, thanks to his papa who was a rolling stone. Brock liked his freedom very much and had realized long ago that his intended mate might never appear. But there was no way in Heaven or Hell that he’d mate or even marry four different women in the process of finding her like his Papa Magnus had.
As the woman swallowed, her delicate throat flexed. Her caramel-complexioned skin looked soft to the touch. Soon, his gaze had shifted to her rounded breasts pushing up out of her little tight top. She wasn’t even wearing a bra and he licked his lips as he contemplated what shade her nipples might be. Her thick and luscious thighs were pressed together tightly and he imagined his face between them exploring her.
Fuck! Just stop it. She’s a human and you’ll scare her away.
“Are you a shifter?” she asked, her question taking him off guard.
“Don’t I look like one?”
She turned slightly and assessed him inch by inch, sending his blood pressure into an unhealthy spike. “You do.”
“I’m full-blood. Weren’t you expecting a shifter? This is a shifter-owned nightclub.”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, that’s why I’m here. I’m looking for a shifter just like you.” The tip of her tongue slipped through the seam of her lips and then across it.
Damn, she’s hot.
“Now, it’s my turn to ask a question,” he said. “You said I was wrong about why you’re here. Why are you here, little Princess?”
“As part of a dare.” She took a longer sip of her cocktail.
“A dare?”
She nodded, pursing her plump red lips. “Mmm-hmm.”
“Do you mind elaborating?”
“I’m here because…I want to sleep with a shifter.”
Brock almost spewed his liquor as he struggled to keep his amusement inside. “Sleep with? Okay, that’s innocent enough. Even little fairy princesses sleep.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Well, Princess, if you’re here for something you want, you ain’t gonna get it beating around the bushes.”
“I want to fuck a shifter. There. I said it.”
“Are you drunk, Princess?” he asked.
“Not entirely. I’m very aware of where I am and I know what I came for,” she replied, hotly.
Brock’s balls tightened and his dick pulsed against his fly. “Why do you want this?”
“My break is over soon and I’ll be heading back to college in under a week. There aren’t any shifters there like you. In fact, the boys there don’t do anything for me. I thought if I slept with someone of your…caliber that would hold me over until I graduate in the summer.”
This time, Brock did laugh.
A visible blush crept up her slender neck. “I knew I’d be laughed at.”
“I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing because you’re misinformed.”
“I haven’t been informed of anything, except the fact that shifter males are excellent lovers. I have friends who’ve um…”
She pushed a few wayward strands of hair behind her ears and pursed her lips. Goddammit, he wanted to drag his fingers through her jet black, bone straight hair, and mostly, he wanted to kiss her plump, red lips.
“Who’ve what?” he asked.
“They’ve been with men like you and seem to really love it.”
“And you want to test it out?”
She nodded.
“What’s your name?”
“Don’t worry about asking because I wasn’t planning on giving it,” she teased. “One night is all I want.”
“One night, huh?”
“No strings attached and we go our separate ways,” she added.
Brock took a moment to assess her from head to toe, which wasn’t all that easy since she was seated facing the bar, but he loved what he saw. On top of that, the innocent scent underlying her expensive perfume was getting to his head. Did she taste as sweet as she smelled? This was all too good to be true.
“What’s the catch, Princess?”
She shrugged. “There’s no catch at all. I want something and you can give me that.”
As if demonstrating, she crossed her legs towards him and the heel of her stilettos brushed against his jeans.
Brock le
aned in closer to her and more than a few seconds passed without her opposition. He stroked his palm upward against her leg, starting at her knee and pausing near the top of her thigh.
“I don’t think you can handle what I have,” he told her.
“Try me.”
“Then let’s quit the small talk.” He slid off the chair and held out his hand, palm up. “Let’s go someplace quieter.”
She looked around nervously. “Isn’t there a room in the back where we can do this? I thought this place catered to hook ups.”
“Do you think I’m gonna fuck someone as beautiful and delectable as you in the back of this nightclub? No, Princess.” He took her hand and leaned in to press his lips to her ear. “I’m gonna take you so hard. When I get done with you, you’ll be lucky enough to have the strength to stand in those sexy fuck-me stilettos you have on. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her heated breath folding against the skin on his neck.
Hand-in-hand, they walked out of LIVE nightclub into the parking lot and into the cold dry air.
24
Chelsey Canon couldn’t believe she was going through with this. She didn’t even know this guy. But that’s what she wanted. A one night stand with a complete stranger. Not just any stranger. She was sick of giving her all during sex with her ex-boyfriends only to be unsatisfied in the end. She hadn’t dated anyone for over six months and had even promised herself to become celibate until she found the right man to marry. Maybe she couldn’t have her cake and eat it too. Maybe finding the right man and great sex was like finding a needle in a haystack. So why not have great sex while the right man came along? She had become miserable and downright horny waiting.
There was really no dare at all. This was all her idea. She had lied to the sexy wolf shifter. But even as she caught a glimpse of his sexy ass filling out his jeans as he led her away from the nightclub, she knew she was already invested in having sex with him.
The man was the perfect representation of a bad boy with his black shirt pulled taut across his chest muscles, the six o’ clock shadow on his handsome face, the way he wore his denim fitted against his ass, and the slow and easy gait of his walk. He was the type of man that she had never brought home to her dad—her uptight, overbearing dad who was also the State Governor. Her identity was another reason why Chelsey hadn’t given her name to the stranger and was also the reason she had worn more makeup than she usually did. Her parents tried to keep her out of the limelight as security measures, but every so often she’d end up in papers or tabloids. Her dad wasn’t exactly popular with the shifters of this town. She didn’t get into politics at all. She often hated the fact that her dad was the Governor. She hated the attention and the responsibility of pretending to be someone she wasn’t. Going away to college had been her first taste of freedom.
“Well, what’s it gonna be?” he asked, as they came to the middle of the lot yards away from the nightclub. “My place or yours?”
“Neither.”
“You got someplace else in mind?” he asked.
Under the full light of the moon, she was able to see him up close. He was gorgeous in a ruggish kind of way. His blond hair was disheveled in every direction possible atop his head. He didn’t seem to care. She was sure he knew just how good-looking he was. He used his charm on her as though he were certain she wouldn’t say no to him. His blue eyes roamed over her body as if he couldn’t wait to get her alone. She had almost forgotten that he wasn’t human, but a full-blood shifter.
“I’m new to the area.” It was partly true. Her parents had moved two counties over after her father had won the election last year, which was also the same year she moved out to live on the college campus upstate. “My family just moved here. What about a hotel? A nice one,” she replied. “I’ll follow you.”
He grinned. “I’m on the bike over there.” He pointed to a group of Harley’s near the back of the lot.
“I’m in the white Lexus,” she said. “See you in a little bit.”
25
Chelsey sat on the edge of the bed in the dimly lit hotel room. She tried to think of something to say once the sexy shifter came back. He’d led them to a five-star hotel on the edge of town and secured the room. The units weren’t cheap. Chelsey knew this because her mom got pedicures in one of the salons right next to the hotel whenever she was in town.
The door rattled and he ventured back inside holding a tiny aluminum bucket with a bottle of champagne inside of it. He set it down on the nightstand and advanced toward her like a hungry wolf.
God, he smelled good. Like a mix of cologne, male, and some other spicy aroma she couldn’t identify. He tested the distance slowly before he laced his fingers with her hair. His palm ended up against her cheeks. Surprisingly, his skin was soft and she pressed her face into it.
“I’m going to make your body feel good, Princess,” he rasped just before grasping the back of her neck and bringing his lips down to hers, kissing her deeply.
Even the stilettos didn’t bring her level to his height. He had to have been close to six feet, four inches tall. Chelsey lifted herself up on her toes to get a better angle. Hell, he even tasted good and soon the heated blood in her veins turned into pure lust and determination. Her panties were already wet by the time his hands reached her ass where he kneaded her flesh softly.
He led her back awkwardly, past the bed, until her back hit the wall. Their lips parted and his mouth landed on her neck and he kissed her throat.
Chelsey’s breaths came in uneasy pants. She supposed it was a combination of the excitement of meeting a stranger who she was definitely attracted to and actually following through with her promise to herself. To find a man that would please her thoroughly in bed. She was already off to a good start. Right then and there, she resolved to let go of her reservations, be herself, and demand what she wanted.
She trembled as his knee made its way between her legs. Her sex rested over his thighs and she was certain the wetness had soaked through her panties. His lips nipped hers over and over gently and both of his hands were everywhere. On her ass, thighs, and neck. All of his attention was focused on her, as it should’ve been.
Chelsey grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged the tail end out from his jeans. She pressed her fingers against his rock hard abs, and then led them down to his bulge. He was so thick and hard that she nearly came undone touching him.
“You’re sexy as fuck and you smell so wickedly good,” he whispered against her throat.
Pure excitement pulsed between her legs. She wanted to be fucked right then.
He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it down. He loosened his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. Before she could get a good look at what she knew was the biggest cock, she’d ever encountered he pushed her skirt up, grabbed her about the waist, and pressed her body up against the wall full force. He was hot against her, his mouth roaming over her lips in the most sensual dance that she’d ever experienced. His palms slid up between her top and stroked her breasts. She had more than enough to fill his big hands. He moaned in satisfaction, pulled her top over her head and then tossed it down with his shirt.
“Jesus,” he exclaimed, getting an eyeful. “Fuck yeah.”
He leaned in and pulled one taut bud between his lips. He alternated between both breasts, sucking them in and then flicking them gently with his expert tongue. He used the same amount of urgency kissed her breasts as he did with her mouth. Her back was firm against the wall and her knees became weak as tension built up within her core. His six o’ clock stubble brushed against her skin and against her firm nipples. With every suck, a wave of passion licked through her.
Chelsey had never experienced an orgasm from a man sucking her nipples, but sure enough, a shower of ecstasy poured through her and her pussy clenched and grew wetter. Her body trembled lightly against the wall when he blew warm air onto her areola.
“Oh…”
“Feels good, doesn’t
it, Princess?” he asked, rising again to kiss her neck and collarbone again.
He slid his hands between her legs and his fingers found their way between the seat of her panties and her pussy. He pushed his fingers between her wet folds. Her thighs shook as he explored her sensitive sex and gently stroked her clit.
This was torture and ecstasy all rolled into one. He knew his way around a woman’s body and he wasn’t shy about letting her know that. He drove two big fingers up into her and her tight canal milked his digits.
“You aren’t anywhere near ready, Princess. You’re fucking tight,” he murmured against her chest, pumping into her slickness.
The sexy stranger went down on his knees, kissing along the insides of her thighs, taking her panties down her legs with him. Before Chelsey could protest, he removed her stilettos and sat them off to the side. He took one of her feet and propped it on the edge of a chair.
As he pressed his lips to her sex he groaned—no, growled—into it. Her legs nearly gave out from under her. He licked up and down the full length of her slit like it was the last course and only course of a meal. His moans of pleasure turned her on so much. He grabbed her hips and drove his tongue into her tightness over and over again. His finger took over where his tongue had once plundered and he flicked zealously at her needy clit. There was no use trying to hold her screams of passion inside. The urges were just too intense.
Chelsey gripped the back of his head, welcoming his expert tongue with vehement need. Her mind flooded with incoherent nonsense, her vision became clouded, and her body began to quiver uncontrollably. She moaned aloud as an orgasm so great hit her, the force of it rocked her very core. The sexy mouth between her legs licked until the last remnants of her climax had faded away.
He set her leg down and then rose to kiss her during the aftermath. “Do you taste how sweet you are?”
“Fuck me now,” she whispered against his lips.
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