“Miriam.” I gripped her arms and yanked her closer. Trapped between our bodies, her hands encountered the fly of my jeans and the significant size of my cock.
“King, oh my God.” My eyes practically rolled back in my skull at the pleasure of her touch. Shuddering, I nearly came in my jeans as she traced her fingers along my entire length.
“You’re huge.” Her eyes widened.
“Yes. There are many reasons the name you gave me all those years ago suits me.” The edges of my mouth curled in masculine satisfaction. “But if I have kingly proportions you’re every bit my match with your curves.” I captured her hands and removed them from me. I wouldn’t be able to hold out if she touched my cock again. I had plans. Lots of them. Tonight they all ended with me buried deep inside her. Adjusting my stance, rocking myself into her, I released her hands to slide my own beneath her satiny hair. Cradling the back of her skull, I glided the pads of my thumbs along her jawline. Her eyes remained glued to mine though her lids lowered. She practically purred as I caressed her.
“Are you ready for me, Reina?”
She nodded seeming a little dazed. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. I wanted to feel her wet mouth around my cock and that tongue of hers stroking it.
“I’m going to take from you everything you’ve got to give me. ¿Comprende?”
“Stop talking,” she quipped, her command almost making me smile. She sounded short of breath and swayed as if her legs threatened to give out. Reaching for me, her arms twisting together around my neck, she gave me an expectant look. I was more than happy to give her what she expected and then some. I tipped her head back and lowered my own, crushing my firm lips to her softer ones. Her warm breath puffed into my mouth. I gulped it down and thrust my tongue in deep. I felt her fingers flex, her hands grasping as she filled them with fistfuls of my hair. My hips surged forward seeking refuge for the need that raged inside of me. She did the same, her movements counterbalancing my own. I thrust my tongue inside her mouth again, pumping my hips harder and slowly grinding my cock to the center of her. She moaned, her tongue slippery along mine and her hips undulating.
I tore my mouth from hers. “Miriam.” I grabbed both globes of her luscious ass in my hands and lifted. Seeming to sense my need and share it, she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. She twined her arms tighter around my neck. In this position, I could feel the wet heat at her center and knew she wasn’t wearing any panties under that robe. Wild for her, I glanced around looking for a place to take her. I needed to be inside her now. I spotted a dressing counter ledge as wide as a table. I threw her on it. The clutter on the counter crashed to the floor. The mirror above it rattled in its frame.
Eyes that had been closed when I had kissed her blinked open and focused on me as if mesmerized, as I unbuckled my belt and ripped open the button fly of my jeans.
“Hurry.” She found her voice. I lowered my red boxers and rolled on an extra-large condom. “Please.” Staring, her eyes on my sheathed cock, she licked her lips and put her hands on her knees and spread her legs wide letting me see everything. I growled like a beast and pounced. The sight of her like that, her folds pink and glistening, her ready for me filled my cock to overflowing. The counter was the perfect height for fucking. A random thought surfaced that given our location in a strip club it might have been designed that way on purpose. But then I forgot everything else when she let out a low keening sound. Nothing else but her and me. I dug my fingers under her ass. She lifted her hips. I aligned and surged forward sinking into her, inch by hot thick inch. She gasped as I stretched her cunt, then breathed my name in pleasure when I reached the end of her.
“Juaquin.” She moaned. “Yes.” Arms braced on the counter to take what I gave her, her body arched and her robe gaped open, the top revealing her gorgeous rose tipped tits. Below the belt that somehow remained knotted our bodies joined. Finally, I was inside her like I had always dreamed. And it was better than any fantasy.
“Baby, I have to move.” I drew back, then slammed back inside, feeling her cunt tighten around me. “Ah, mamasota you feel so fucking good. Keep doing that.” I withdrew then slid back in. Out then in, but slower the next time. She lifted her pelvis taking me deep. I groaned. I couldn’t take it slow. Instinct taking over, I pulled out. I thrust in. Again. Again. And again. Setting a brutal pace and finding a rhythm that had her panting, writhing and lifting her hips to meet me each and every time.
“Juaquin. Juaquin. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
I grunted. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t think. I could only feel. I could only take. I slammed into her. Fucking her shallow. Fucking her deep. Taking her to the edge and throwing her over it without apology or mercy. And she loved it.
“King. Oh, King. I…” Eyelids squeezing shut, her face a fantasy, her body an eroticism like none I had ever seen. Her tits bounced one final time. Her body arched. She screamed her release, and I erupted inside of her.
Chapter Eleven
Miriam
Heart still hammering inside my chest, I watched him dispose of the condom. My emotions were raw, as primal as he had just fucked me. I’d never experienced sex so intensely. But he had ducked his head and moved away so quickly afterward. Had it not shaken him the way it had me? Was this it? Had he satisfied his curiosity?
He had come so violently. I could almost feel him, and mourned the loss of our connection. I didn’t think I would ever forget the way his tensed muscles felt beneath my fingers. His deep satisfied groan as he ejaculated. Our bodies no longer two but one. A moment that felt so significant it scared me.
All my previous bravado rushed away, replaced by a rising unease. I had no idea how to play it from here. I only knew I couldn’t allow him to see the uncertainty in my eyes.
I flipped my robe closed. Willing my trembling thighs to still, I scooted carefully to the edge of the counter. He turned around, his eyes shuttered. Aplomb was what I needed. We had fucked. That was all. No big deal. But pretending to feel that way was too much of a stretch. I couldn’t affect it.
“Miriam,” Juaquin began, his eyes narrowing as he noted my hasty attempt at composure. I was an actress, but apparently not a very good one. A sharp knock interrupted whatever else he had intended to say. Mike barged inside. The door slammed closed on its abused hinges behind him. He and Juaquin exchanged a glance. My confidence wobbled. Relief flooded my heart at the reprieve.
“Are you ok MJ?” Mike moved toward me. “I heard raised voices and a crash.” He shot King a longer suspicious look before he turned back to me. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing’s going on,” I replied quickly. Too quickly. Mike frowned, and King made a scoffing sound. I sucked at subterfuge. No wonder I hardly received any casting call backs. “I mean nothing that you need to worry about.” Both men stood across from me, arms crossing over their chests, waiting for me to gather my scattered thoughts. “King and I…well…” I slipped off the counter, absently noting that it hung crookedly as my feet hit the cold tile floor.
“Miriam.” Mike’s gaze swept over me. “This wasn’t the decision I expected you to make.” Disapproval darkened his features.
“Vox, this doesn’t concern you.” Juaquin’s voice was a growl. His eyes blazed. “Get the fuck out.”
“The hell it doesn’t.” Mike shifted to face the Tempest drummer who gave him an imperious look and spread his arms wide. To some it might have appeared that Juaquin yielded, but I knew it was a challenge.
“Did I not make myself clear?” King took a confrontational step closer.
“Crystal,” Mike replied. “But I don’t take orders from you. I’m Queen’s man.” He turned toward me. “Your call, MJ.”
I knew both men pretty well. Well enough to know that neither would back down. But I also knew they weren’t evenly matched. Mike had garnered his fighting skills in the controlled setting of a Tae Kwon Do studio. Juaquin had honed his on the mean streets of Southside.
I knew who w
ould win.
“I’m ok, Mike.” I touched his arm to reassure him. Juaquin growled, literally growled. I turned my head and frowned at him before refocusing on my best friend. “If you’ll give me a minute alone with the caveman, maybe he will find coherent words to articulate whatever it is that he wants to say. Then you and I can go home. Alright?” The words sounded more confident than I felt at the prospect of being alone with King again.
“Sure, MJ. I’ll give you five minutes.” He curled each of his fingers one by one into his palm ending with his hand in a clenched fist which he smacked against his open palm. King rolled his eyes. I almost smiled. I had the best bestie in the world.
“I want you,” King said stepping toward me and drawing me into his arms before Mike even closed the door, “to come home with me.” His cock I was impressed to note was already hard again.
I shivered and admitted, “I like being the focus of your desires, Encino man.”
He gave me a grunt of confirmation
I did smile then. A big one. A King-sized one. Knowing he wanted me again, I suddenly felt light enough to drift away and probably would have if he hadn’t been holding me. “But I can’t go home with you. I have all my things at my house, and even if that weren’t the case, I have work in the morning.”
“You don’t need any things.” His eyes shone as he stared down at me. “You’ll be naked.”
“Oh. Well…” I swallowed. “As appealing as that sounds, I do need clothes for work.”
“What do you do exactly?” His brows drew together. “I mean, during the daytime?”
“I work at the Tropicana. It’s on the other end of the strip from where you’re staying.” He watched me closely as I spoke, stroking one of his hands along my spine while gently sifting through my hair with the other. His touch elicited warmth and tingles that felt so good I almost purred. “I’m like an au-pair…a nanny for the owner’s daughter.” I filled in to quell the remaining confusion in his eyes. “Usually only every other week when Jazz is there to visit her father. More often during the summer.” I was rambling. Being the center of his attention and the recipient of his caresses made it difficult to concentrate. “I travel with them when she goes out of town with her father.” I found myself leaning more deeply into him. He hadn’t stopped touching me. If anything his caresses became more firm, more purposeful, more territorial. It almost seemed to my wishful mind that he didn’t want to stop touching me.
“And Jazz is?” He trailed off, making a low sound of pleasure as if the process of stroking me soothed him as much as it did me.
“A beautiful eleven-year-old little girl with a unique spirit and a gentle heart.”
“Ah, like you probably were at that age.”
“Yes, I guess.” An astute observation and a flattering one.
“So it means more to you than just a job.”
“Yes, for sure.” He could see that I loved that little girl. Observant and intuitive. And good looking, obviously.
“Alright. So what time do you get off?”
“Five or six but then I come right over here.”
“You work too hard, Reina. When do you have time to play?”
“We could play afterward. If you want.”
My cell jangled inside my purse with the “It’s Your Boyfriend Calling” ringtone. King’s stroking hand on my back stilled. His gaze intensified. My body chilled to iceberg cold.
“I…” Shit. I stepped away from Juaquin. I had forgotten Frank. Totally and completely. Apparently, we both had.
“You gonna take that call?” His hard as steel gaze crashed into me.
“No. I’ll call him back later. Juaquin, I’m sorry.” He made me forget relationships and rules. I forgot everything else when I was with him. “I’m not free. I shouldn’t have…We shouldn’t have…” I touched his arm in apology, but he recoiled. My stomach churned, but I powered through it. The promise of the way I felt in his arms was worth the risk of being honest. “The past. The present. I forget it all when I’m with you and you touch me like you just did.”
He searched my eyes and found the truth within them. “Miriam.” He looked like he might reach out and touch me again, but instead only raked a hand through his hair. “I’m not exactly sure what you think we’re doing here. But I know that for whatever this is to continue it has to be me and you and no one else. No other men. That’s a hard limit for me. Just watching Vox touch you a moment ago after I had just had you made me crazy.”
“Alright. No other guy will be in my bed while we’re doing whatever this is. I’ll talk to Frank tonight.”
He nodded, but his frown remained. Why? Was he having second thoughts? Hadn’t he enjoyed what we had done? Hadn’t I just conceded everything?
“I’m not expecting a commitment, King.” I would love to have that from him sure, but I wasn’t naïve. I knew that wasn’t on the table. “Let’s just have some fun. Surely we can fuck each other without making drastic changes to our lives. I can take it however you give it. You don’t have to treat me like I’m something fragile. I don’t have a warning label. I’m not afraid of you. But I gotta go right now because I know my best friend. He’ll break down the door and things will get ugly if I don’t step out of this room in about thirty seconds. How we go on from here, it’s your choice. Your call.” It hurt my heart that he hesitated to choose after the way it had been between us. “I’m keeping things as uncomplicated as I can. I’m telling it to you straight. All I ask is that you do the same with me.”
Chapter Twelve
King
I threw open the dressing room door and blazed past her best friend trying to throttle my jealous rage.
I’d wanted to pound my fists into something ever since the call from her boyfriend.
I knew better than to take my frustration out on Vox.
She loved him.
And even though I knew it was only platonic I was jealous of that, too.
I wasn’t cut out for this shit. I had no point of reference. I had been with groupies or women I had paid to be with me. I had never been with anyone like her.
I exited the building, got in my Hummer and got the fuck out of there.
I had a jacked-up idea about tracking down that boyfriend. I probably would have followed through if I had known his last name or his address.
I settled for a workout, using my after-hours pass to get into the gym. I pounded the heavy bag until my hands were bruised and swollen. On the way back to my hotel, I felt a little more settled and thought about calling her. I knew her number. I’d had it for years. All the guys in the band did. As a sister to one, she was family to the rest of us. But thoughts like that got me all worked up again.
Bryan wouldn’t approve of me taking his sister up on her offer to be my fuck buddy.
Adrenaline surged inside me again, only not quite as bad as before since I was nearly exhausted after my exertions. I entered the suite and bypassed Jorge’s slumped form in the living room. The television blaring on some infomercial, an empty bottle of Jose Cuervo lay below the hand he dangled off the sofa.
In the bedroom, I sank onto the comforter the night service had turned down and pitched my keys onto the nightstand. They clattered against the wood. I dropped my head into my hands.
What was I going to do about her?
I knew without a doubt what I wanted to do.
But there were a whole shit ton of reasons why I shouldn’t. The same reasons I shouldn’t have gone to see her tonight. Well, yesterday. It was three in the morning now.
I lifted my head and pulled my cell out from the front pocket of my jeans. I unlocked it and went to my photos. I scrolled through them, stopping on the one I always did. It was from her eighteenth birthday. She and I together. I had my arm around her. Sager had taken it. He had caught her looking at me the way she used to. Before all the times I had turned her away, and all the shit I had told her hoping to send her off to the better life I wanted her to have.
Only s
he didn’t find that life.
What did she have here?
She worked her ass off. Stripping no less. Not what I’d imagined for her at all.
At least she had a good friend. Vox was protective and loyal. He seemed to be a solid dude. A best friend who had your back. That counted for a lot.
The boyfriend? Not so much. Who the hell was he? And why hadn’t he come looking for me after I had thrown down the gauntlet in front of him? Why hadn’t he gone mano-a-mano knowing I’d seen her naked? Did he really have no clue I was making a move?
She deserved so much more.
I touched the photo, running the pads of my fingers over her hair remembering how soft it felt. Her lips so plush. Her taste so delectable. Sex had been off the chain phenomenal with her.
Before I’d had her, she had been an irresistible fantasy.
Now she was a living breathing known dream come true.
But she didn’t care that I was a rock star. She didn’t care about my money or my fame. She saw right through all of that to the insecure part of me that still lingered. To have her I was going to have to let myself be completely vulnerable to her. Become the man I needed to be. Her hero not a savage beast. A king to her queen.
I knew what I had to do.
* * *
Miriam
“No, baby. I’m alright.” I licked my dry lips and clutched my cell tighter. “I just needed to talk to you.”
“It’s three o’clock in the fucking morning, darling. Can’t it wait?”
No, it couldn’t. It had gone on for too long already. The clues had already been there before King had come along that I didn’t rate with Frank where I should. At the top spot. The way he should with me. The way we should with each other if he really wanted me to seriously consider moving in with him.
“I’m sorry about waking you. But I’m more sorry about wasting your time.”
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