First up was an interesting match. Roach versus a man as wide as two people. Based on his tattoos, I thought he might be from the islands. The guy had a couple hundred pounds on Roach, but Roach could move. I found myself cheering each time he dodged a punch. In the end, though, his opponent’s size and ability to take a hit caused Roach to lose. He waved at us and smiled with his tooth guard hanging out of this mouth.
There were a few more matches, but finally there was the one we were waiting for: Clint and Rip. By the shouts of the crowd, everyone else was waiting for this as well.
“He’s up.” Bettes grinned.
Clint, dressed in his long basketball shorts and no shirt, walked out on the mats. The sun had set and his tattoos made him look almost fearsome under the floodlights. Hard to believe he was the same guy who danced the foxtrot with me at the senior center.
Then Sapphire walked out on the mat. I groaned. She’d kicked off her big heels and seemed even more petite than before. She walked between the two fighters and grabbed their hands, raising them in the air like a ring girl at a professional boxing match.
Bettes leaned over and whispered, “Don’t mind her. She’s just a bunch of trouble and all the guys know it.”
Sapphire tugged on Rip’s arm until he bent down so she could give him a kiss. Then she turned to Clint. She ran her fingers up his bicep and down his chest until the crowd started throwing catcalls. I couldn’t see his expression from this vantage point. Was he enjoying it? Probably. She was attractive and obviously interested in him. Besides, it wasn’t like I had any claim over him. I rolled my eyes as he bent down and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Someone hit an air horn and it was time for the match to begin.
The guys were pretty evenly matched. Rip was taller, but Clint had him on sheer muscle mass; I thought of him working out in the garage and blushed.
Clint started out with a punch of his right hand. A right hook, maybe? Rip immediately dodged and got Clint good in the stomach. My breath caught in my throat.
“He’ll be fine. They’re just roughhousing. Rip knows Clint’s limits.” Bettes put her arm around me. “You’d never know it right now, but they’re best friends.”
“Really?” I asked, wincing as Rip landed a solid punch to Clint’s chin. He would have a bruise for sure.
Clint danced around on the mat and finally got Rip on the shoulder. Rip reared his arm back, and disaster happened, right in the jaw. Clint’s entire body turned with the momentum of the punch, then he went down.
Fuck.
I jumped off the loading dock. I bent my knees to absorb the impact, but my feet still tingled as I hit concrete. After running to the mat, I knelt down beside Clint and began to examine him.
“I’m a nurse,” I announced to everyone around us. “Get me some bandages.”
His lip was bloody, but not gushing. His nose wasn’t broken, so his airway was probably clear. I put my fingers on his neck and felt for a pulse. Strong, beating a little fast, but not fluttering. Leaning over him, I reached for his brow. Maybe I could see if his pupils were dilated.
Suddenly, my unconscious patient came alive. He slipped an arm around my waist and dragged me down on top of him. Using his boxing glove, he mashed my face against his—in a kiss.
I opened my eyes and stared, and he quirked an eyebrow. As far as kisses go, it wasn’t much of one. He was wearing the green plastic insert to protect his teeth and that’s really all I could feel. The jerk had pretended to be knocked out so he could kiss me.
I pulled back and started to laugh. He grinned through his tooth guard. A big shadow crossed over us, and I realized that Rip was offering to help me up. I held his hand and stood, then Rip hauled Clint to his feet.
Taking a cue from Sapphire earlier, I held both of the guys’ arms in the air. I dropped Clint’s hand and held up Rip’s. He had clearly won the fight.
Clint slipped an arm around me. “Let’s go upstairs,” he whispered in my ear.
He was grinning from ear to ear, but I had to admit, I was grinning too.
“Yeah.” I laughed. “Let’s go upstairs.”
We were going to have sex and I was nervous as hell. I followed Clint up some dark stairs to a long hallway with a row of doors. It sort of looked like a cheesy motel. I laughed to myself—how appropriate.
He opened one door and flipped on a light. It was just a bedroom with an unmade queen-sized bed, some 1970s-era furniture, and dirty laundry. There was also a poster of a woman in a bikini straddling a motorcycle. Nice.
“Do you wanna hang out for a second?” He grinned from his place in the doorway. “I’m gonna take the fastest shower ever.”
“Oh yeah, sure.” I smiled as he closed the door. But as soon as he was gone, I collapsed on the bed. This reality was a lot different than what I had envisioned. I knew this was where we would end up if I stayed at the party. Now, sitting there on his bed, I got to be alone with my thoughts. Did I really want to do this?
There was a half-empty bottle of whiskey on his bedside table. With no glass, I just took a swig from the bottle. It burned going down, but it felt good. I could do this. Closing my eyes, I took another long pull on the bottle. When I opened my eyes, Clint was standing in the doorway. I giggled. He really did take a fast shower, no more than five minutes.
“Hey,” he said, with a towel wrapped around his waist. “You okay?”
“Fine. Great.” I smiled. What the hell was I afraid of? Clint was already nearly naked and the sight of his chest was enough to make me want to pass out—clearly I was attracted to him.
“Are you nervous?” he asked, closing the door behind him. He held out his hand for the bottle of whiskey. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. You shouldn’t have to get liquored up to be with me.”
“I’m not nervous,” I lied. The whiskey was starting to warm up my blood. It was just me and Clint. No one was going to interrupt us. All those nights going to bed in the room next to his had given me plenty of time to think. I took one more swig on the bottle and handed it over to him.
After taking off my shoes, I knelt on the bed and crooked my finger at him.
“Come here,” I said, slowly unzipping my hoodie. “I know exactly what I want.”
Chapter Eighteen
Clint
My mouth had stopped bleeding, but it was definitely swollen. I hated my goddamn fat lip. I was about to fuck her, but I couldn’t kiss her. So much for romance. Jo didn’t seem to mind much. She was kneeling in the middle of my bed, slowly unzipping her hoodie. Then she threw it on the floor. She was still wearing her gray sports bra from earlier. My fingers itched to reach out and touch her. I could see the outline of her nipples through the tight fabric.
She pointed at me as I started to crawl onto the bed. “No. You stay right there.”
Laughing, I sat on the edge of the bed and held my hands up in the air. “You’re the boss.” If that’s how she wanted to play things, I was more than happy to be part of it.
She hopped off the bed and walked over to me, and stood between my knees. Slowly, she unzipped her jeans and drew them down.
“Mmmmm,” I groaned, reaching for her hips. She wore a black thong and I wanted to feel it.
“Not yet.” She stepped back turned her back to me. She finished the little striptease so I could see the two perfect globes of her ass, outlined by her thong. Bending, she kicked off her jeans. I couldn’t take it anymore and stroked myself through the towel.
As if she knew what I was doing, she whipped around and grabbed my hand. “I’ll tell you when.” She winked.
Then she removed her thong.
Her pussy was everything I’d been waiting for, covered in light brown curls. I dipped my head and rubbed my cheek against her. She smelled sweet, so sweet I couldn’t resist. Her seam was already glistening, so I licked her. Parting her lips with my fi
ngers, I dipped my tongue in and found her clit. She arched her back like a pagan goddess offering me her body. Running her fingers through my hair, she held me against her as I licked more. I felt her legs begin to quiver and she cried out. In one swift move, she pushed me back on the bed and sat on my stomach. She leaned in and I could feel her breath on my neck.
“No more of that now,” she warned. “Tonight I’m gonna suck your dick and you’re going to fuck me with your fingers.”
“I like it,” I said. I ran my fingers down the seam of her ass, enjoying when her breath hitched. “Most girls don’t stop a guy from licking their clit.”
She leaned over on all fours and nuzzled my neck. I took my opportunity and I explored her more with my fingers until I found her pussy. I circled her before sliding my index finger in from behind.
“Don’t—” she said, meeting my eyes.
I froze. Had I done something wrong?
“Don’t talk about other girls while you’re with me.” She held my gaze as I pressed my fingertip inside her. I slid in as deep as my first knuckle and stopped. She was panting.
“Noted.” I grinned. “Now, is this enough, or do you want more?” I wiggled my finger and felt her gasp.
“More,” she said, sliding back against me.
Her nipples dragged down my chest and I shuddered. “More?” I asked as I pressed my middle finger into her. She sat up and I could feel her pussy relaxing around my fingers. She began to rock. Her tits bounced as she moved against my hand, her eyes closed. I watched, almost like a voyeur, as she used my fingers. Damn she was hot, but I wanted more.
“I’m fucking you with my fingers. I believe you were gonna suck my dick. That was the deal, right?”
“Not yet.” Her eyes flew open as she laughed. “You need to work a little harder for it.”
With one hand, I rubbed my thumb over her clit, and with the other, I fucked her.
“Touch your nipples,” I said as she rode my hand.
“What?” she asked, frowning. She cupped her breasts. “Like this?”
“No.” I moved my hand away from her clit and covered her breast. God, it was good. Small and tight and hard in my hard. Then I pinched her nipple. She squealed and her eyes widened. I winked. “Like that.”
“I’ll do that.” She put my hand back on her pussy and grinned. “I want you here.”
God, my cock was already fucking aching and she was rubbing against me every time she pulled my fingers into her pussy. My dick and hand were so wet from her pussy, I could easily come right there. But we had a long way to go and I wasn’t going to finish early tonight.
As she thrust harder against my finger, she frowned. She threw her head back and thrust her tits out. She grasped hard at my fingers, then whimpered in frustration. She needed more to come, she needed my dick.
“Do you want my cock, babe?” I asked. I hoped she did, because I fucking needed to be inside of her. The way she was rubbing against me was about to end me for the night.
“Yeah,” she admitted, squeezing my fingers with her body. She let out a disappointed moan as I slid out of her. “But first I wanna taste you. That was the deal.”
“No.” I traced my wet fingers around her nipples so they were shiny from her own juices. “If you put your mouth on me, I’m gonna explode.”
Sliding against me, she got up. Without her hot pussy on me, my dick was wet and cold. Fuck. She was going to give me a blowjob and that was gonna end me for the night. A little disappointed, I watched as she knelt on the floor between my legs.
“I’ll tell you what...” She raised an eyebrow. “How long I lick depends on how fast you can get a condom.”
Laughing, she licked me, balls to tip. I shivered. Closing my eyes, I let her suck me. Up and down, her warm mouth squeezed me to my breaking point. Why had I been disappointed by this before? Sliding my hand around the back of her neck, I helped her find my rhythm, slow and methodical. Wait—my brain struggled. Why wasn’t I inside her pussy?
“Oh, condom,” I reminded myself, reaching over to my nightstand. But her mouth felt so good, I didn’t want her to stop. I grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her neck and pressed in. She took me as my hips bucked off the bed.
“No,” I was able to get out. “I wanna come inside your pussy.” With one last pull, she let me go and I flopped back on the bed. Panting, I reached for her. I definitely wasn’t going to last much longer. “Put the condom on me, babe,” I commanded.
Sitting next to me on the bed, she rolled the condom over my dick. Her fingers were light as she rolled the rubber down, but I was so fucking sensitive I nearly lost it. Sweat began to bead on my forehead and I couldn’t catch my breath.
“Having a hard time?” Jo giggled. She stroked her fingers over my tip and I caught her hand.
“I’m gonna come, babe, and I’d rather do that inside you,” I said, using my fingers as a cuff around her wrist.
She slid her leg over me, holding her body just an inch above my dick.
“Is this what you want?” she asked as she started to slide down. She took me in—all of me—inside of her.
Goddamn. It was good—so good. Her pussy was hot and tight and I needed to be closer to her. Sitting up, I buried my face in her breasts. “Ride me.”
She began to move against me, up and down, lifting off my cock a little more each time. I kept one hand on each ass cheek to make sure I didn’t lose her. Her muscles bunched and contracted under my fingers as she worked my cock.
I turned my head so that I could watch her tits as she fucked me. I loved how they pointed, angled just slightly up. Catching one of her nipples with my lips, I groaned. I could taste her pussy from when I’d wiped my fingers on her tits. I started to suck.
“Oh god.” She gritted her teeth. “Harder.”
I wasn’t sure if she wanted my dick or my teeth harder, so I gave her both. I sucked and dragged my teeth across her nipples. Squeezing her ass, I rocked my hips so she could take me in deeper.
The moment I felt her pussy contract and the ripples of her orgasm, I lost what was left of my self-control. Straining, I held her still as I fucked her. She arched her back and offered her beautiful tits to the sky as I pounded into her pussy. Finally, her orgasm quieted and we both fell back on the bed.
I cursed as come pooled at the base of my dick. Because of the condom, my come had been contained, instead of shooting into her. It was weird, but I was kinda sad. I wanted to leave a piece of myself inside of her, mostly because I felt like she had taken a piece of my soul.
I stripped off the condom and mopped up a bit with some tissues, she lay next to me, but not touching. We were both slicked with sweat. When I was finished cleaning up, she traced the tattoos on my shoulder with her fingertip.
“So, what happens now?” she asked, avoiding my eyes.
“That depends.” I propped my head up with my arm and tried to catch her gaze. No luck. “If you want to stay, you can. If you want to leave, you can do that too.”
She rested her cheek on my chest and I gave up trying to see her face. There was no way I could guess her emotions.
“I want you to stay.” I trailed my fingers down her spine and felt her shiver. Did she understand what I was saying?
“I have to be there when Nana gets up.” Finally, she rolled to face me and propped herself up on her elbow. “If I’m late, both your mother and Nana will know.”
“I’m okay with that.” I ran my fingertips up and down her arm. “Are you?” My heart stopped as I waited for her answer.
“Not yet.” She put her fingertip on my lips. “What if it’s our little secret? Maybe just for a month and see how it goes?”
“I think I can handle that.” My heart resumed beating. I rolled her on her back and kissed her.
Chapter Nineteen
Jo
It h
ad been a month since I left Clint’s room at the club. A month of me crawling into his bed after Nana went to sleep and a month of waking up together. It had been the best month of my life. I finally had a home and a family, and best of all, I had Clint.
Clint’s alarm went off and I groaned. Why did he always get up so early? Just once I wanted to doze in his warmth for hours.
His arm brushed my shoulder as he reached over me to turn off the buzzer. The way the bed was shoved against the wall, he had to get out at the foot of the bed or climb over me.
“Happy anniversary, babe,” he murmured from behind me. I could feel the bed move and the blankets shift—he was getting up. I kept my eyes closed. Maybe I could get one more hour.
Then I felt it. Something warm and wet licked me. This was definitely my favorite way to wake up in the morning. I rolled on my back and opened my legs for him.
I relaxed at first. My body was warm and still limp from sleep, and I enjoyed the sensation of his tongue on my clit. I moaned and reached down to run my fingers through his hair. He slid his index finger inside me and I tensed around it, looking for more. One finger was never enough.
I threw back the covers. I loved to watch his powerful shoulders as he worked on me with his mouth. Finally, he slid a second finger in and stretched me as he covered my clit with his lips. That was what I needed. The orgasm came fast and hard. My body bucked as I let the feelings overtake me. Clint held on to my hips with one hand and made sure to suck me until the very last.
“Good morning,” he laughed, giving the inside of my thigh a little bite.
“Fuck me, babe,” I said, lazily playing with his hair. “Let me make it a good morning for you.”
“Not this morning,” he said, giving me one last lick.
I shuddered.
“I need to get going. I’ve got a surprise for you tomorrow night, though. Bettes is staying with Nana and we’re having a real date.”
“Really?” I asked. I sat up and watched him put on his work uniform. We’d had a lot of stay-at-home dates because of Nana and the fact that I didn’t want to tell anyone about us at first. I just wanted to be sure things were right between us before everyone knew—especially his club. “Does Bettes know?”
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