Sweet Obsession (Men of Whiskey Row Book 1)

by D. A. Young

  “Hey yourself, pretty girl,” Jack returned huskily, dropping his forehead to touch hers, his eyes traveling all over her face as if trying to memorize it.

  “Something tells me we should make other sleeping arrangements for the night,” Avery murmured fanning herself. If only Pierce would look at me like that, she thought, and another pang of jealousy hit her sharp in her chest as she watched Noelle and Jack staring at each other like no else in the bar existed. Instead, Pierce looked at her as if she was a burden that he had to deal with, especially when it came to being affectionate. Avery couldn’t understand why their relationship was so screwed up.

  Pierce and Avery should have been the perfect couple. Both were twenty-five years old. She attended Spellman College while he went to the neighboring Morehouse, two historically black universities. They liked the preppy modern look and had the same taste in music and wine. According to a palm reader she visited occasionally, a powerhouse match to her Aquarius sign was his Leo. So why wasn’t it working?

  “I think you may be right,” Sidra observed, glancing around the huge bar with the mechanical bull in the corner. She saw Darby from across the room, gesturing towards the empty seats at his big table. “Come on, let’s leave the lovebirds alone and go mingle.”

  Noelle watched them walk away before turning back to Jack. He was still watching her, with that hungry man look in his eye. She glanced around, taking in the rustic decor, big screen televisions, and huge electronic bull.

  “Wow…do people really ride that?” she asked curiously, and Jack looked over with a grin.

  “Who? Shanna? Occasionally some poor soul will try it. Mostly it’s cowboys who think they have something to prove. Nobody’s been able to stay on it for more than fifteen seconds though,” he said as he slid his hand down to curl his fingers around hers. Noelle spied the dance floor and jukebox. “Come on let’s dance.”

  Jack handed her some quarters and stood to the side as she put the change in and selected a song, then let her lead him to the dance floor. He pulled her close as the slow beat to “Fire” by the Pointer Sisters started, and the smoky lead vocals of Ruth Pointer filled the room. Catcalls and wolf whistles ensued.

  I'm ridin' in your car, you turn on the radio

  You're pullin' me close, I just say no

  I say I don't like it, but you know I'm a liar

  'Cause when we kiss, ooh, fire

  Late at night, you're takin' me home

  You say you wanna stay, I say I wanna be alone

  I say I don't love you, but you know I'm a liar

  'Cause when we kiss, ooh, fire

  Noelle plastered herself tightly to him, so he knew she felt his growing erection between them. He groaned and buried his face in her neck, inhaling her special scent as she swayed seductively to the beat. His hands slid down to grasp her hips possessively. She sang the words into his ear.

  You had a hold on me right from the start

  A grip so tight I couldn't tear it apart

  My nerves all jumpin', actin' like a fool

  Well, your kisses they burn, but my heart stays cool...

  Her tongue traced his ear, and her fingers gently raked through the hairs at the base of his neck causing, him to let out a low growl. “Noelle, don’t tease me. Darlin’, I really don’t think I can take anymore cold showers. I want you so bad,” he whispered in her ear, and the starkness of his voice made goosebumps spread all over her skin. He clasped her hand in his, keeping the other on her waist and spun her around before drawing her back in.

  “In my arms. My Bed. Anywhere and any way I can get you. I want to hear your cries of passion filling my ears as I make you cum over and over again. Say yes, baby. Think about how good it is between us,” he crooned as his lips trailed down her neck. She gave a deep, throaty moan. He was at his wit’s end and beyond caring that he sounded like he was begging.

  Noelle felt like she couldn’t think much less breathe; she was so consumed with Jack. His lips left a trail of fire on her skin while his whiskers brushed erotically against her over-sensitized skin. Her panties were officially ruined. “Jack?”

  “Hmmm?” he murmured and bit gently on her earlobe. Her moan was a little louder, causing Jack to turn his head and capture her lips again. His hand slid down to palm her ass as he skillfully explored the crevices of her mouth.

  “Jack,” she tore her mouth away from his, panting harshly as their eyes met. “I want the same thing you want.”

  ***

  Across the room, the group at the table watched them in rapt fascination.

  “I think he’s gonna fuck her on the dance floor in front of everybody,” Guy speculated, and Holt nodded his head in agreement.

  “They’re causing quite the scene. Someone should tell them to get a room,” Casey suggested.

  “Someone should,” Darby agreed.

  They all looked at each other before shaking their heads in mutual agreement. “Nah.”

  Sidra, nibbling on a cheese stick, nudged Avery whose eyes were glued enviously to the couple and gave a little frown. “Let’s definitely get a hotel room; there are some things you just don’t want to know about your boss and bestie.”

  “We’ll be fine. Sex is so overrated, and besides, how long could it last?” Avery asked vaguely, her eyes still on Jack and Noelle. Silence filled the table, and she realized that she’d wondered that last part aloud and was now the focus of the group’s attention. They were giving her looks that ranged from amusement and disbelief to pity and incredulity. Defensively she asked, “What?”

  “Darlin’, that man is a country boy from ‘The Row’. We aim to please, go the distance, and don’t disappoint,” Darby explained to her gently as if she were a small, wayward child. Avery blushed vividly as the guys chuckled knowingly and clinked their beers together. Sidra grunted, but found her eyes inexplicably drawn across the table to Casey who returned her stare intently. A vivid memory of him deep inside of her came to mind. Yes, sparks were still flying between them; but as long as they weren’t knives, she would do her best to behave.

  Sidra looked away, raising her glass to finish off her amaretto sour. Turning her head, she found Avery looking at Darby in wonder. Her poor friend had obviously never been the recipient of great pipe-laying and never would as long as she kept herself tied to that stick-in-the-mud otherwise known as Pierce. Well, not this weekend. Sidra would be damned if she let Miss Prissy sit around feeling sorry for herself. She managed to catch Darby’s eye and nodded her head to the dance floor. He flashed a smile of understanding.

  “Ms. Avery, have you ever done any line dancin’?” he asked smoothly, and Avery shook her head no.

  “I can’t say that I have. It does sound like fun though,” she mused, tapping her foot in time to the music.

  “Oh it is, and you’re about to find out just how fun,” Darby said with a wink as he stood and started to clap his hands and whistle. Everyone stopped what they were doing and Ginger turned off the flat screens.

  “Everybody!!! I need your attention please! Do y’all know what today is?” Darby asked loudly and waited as everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

  “Today is… the first time my brothers and I have been back home at the same time in over five fuckin’ years!!” he shouted, throwing his fist in the air. The room exploded with cheers, hooting, and whistling.

  “So today is pretty special to me, not just because my brothers are with me, but because I also get to introduce y’all to my beautiful sister-in-law Noelle, who Jack has been monopolizin’ by suckin’ on her face since she walked in the door!” Laughter broke out as Jack gave Darby the finger, and Noelle, embarrassed, gave a shy wave when people started shouting congratulations to them. Darby raised his hand, and the crowd fell silent again as they waited for his next words.

  “Now, Noelle didn’t come alone, folks. Please give a warm welcome to her dearest friends, which automatically make them an extension of my family. Ms. Sidra and Ms. Avery, come
on up here!” he bellowed with a motion of his hand, and as the ladies walked over to join him, he took a moment to admire how pretty Avery looked in a white, off-shoulder, ruffled eyelet top that showed off her pretty décolletage. Her full denim skirt, with a tan belt encircling her waist, hit modestly above her knees.

  Although she was well-covered up, the outfit only emphasized her luscious breasts, tiny waist, and generously curved hips; leaving little to the imagination about how she would look without any clothes on. Darby groaned inwardly as she gave him a sweet shy smile, noticing how other men in the bar were checking the two ladies out as well.

  “Hey y’all, Ms. Avery just let me in on a little secret,” Darby said wickedly. “Now normally I don’t kiss and tell…” Loud raucous laughter filled the room, and he gave a look of mock hurt. “A gentleman never tells. Anyhoo, she told me that she has NEVER…EVER…in her ENTIRE life…participated in a country dance! I figured that we’d help her cross that off her to-do list. So I want everybody to join me on the dance floor who ain’t got two left feet so we can set this shit off right!!!” he shouted, and everybody cheered in and moved to the dance floor.

  Darby saw Fyodor, one of Alexei’s guards, moving towards Avery, and he quickly pulled her around the waist, closer to him, ignoring her startled look; he gave the man a firm shake of the head. For a moment, he thought the big Russian would challenge him as his gaze traveled lustfully over Avery, and Darby could understand his reluctance to concede defeat because Avery was certainly a catch that any man would be lucky to have in his arms.

  He held Fyodor’s gaze to convey that he would not walk away unscathed if he turned his thoughts into actions. The coconut smell of her hair lured him in, and he pulled her even closer, the feel of her breasts against his side burned through his shirt as he waited for the other man to concede defeat. Finally with a grimace, the huge bodyguard turned away.

  Darby turned and caught Ginger’s shrewd gaze, but quickly looked the other way to avoid the questions he saw there. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but what he did know was that he couldn’t stand the glimpses of sadness in Avery’s pretty, brown eyes any longer and would do everything in his power to make them go away.

  “All right now! How about we start off with a little bit of country line dancin’?” Darby said to the crowd of people. “Ginger, baby, gimme somethin’ a little funky!” he shouted to his partner, and the men and women lined up in separate rows to face each other.

  The Kongo’s “Come With Me Now” started, and with the singer screeching over the base, feet started tapping in time to the rhythm.

  “Try to keep up with me if you can, sugar,” Darby challenged, giving her his signature shit-eating grin, and Avery shook her head with a smile. You couldn’t help but have a good time with Darby. His larger than life personality was contagious, and she knew he was the life of the party wherever he went.

  “I don’t think so, slick. Let a city girl show you how we get down,” she said smugly as they started to move. Avery caught on to the twists and turns pretty quick. It was very similar to the electric slide. Darby was a great dancer, and although no one else was really touching Avery, he kept his large hand on her waist almost the entire time. She glanced around to see Jack and Noelle dancing together, close to Sidra and Guy.

  Casey was dancing with a tiny honey-skinned beauty, and Holt was dancing with a purple-haired woman whom Avery was surprised to find staring daggers at her. Why would she be looking at her like that? She was pretty sure that she hadn’t done anything to offend anyone in the forty-five minutes they’d been there.

  “Drinks are on the house for the rest of the night!!” Darby shouted to an enthused crowd. “As long as you have a designated driver. Keys will be confiscated at the door if you don’t! Enjoy!”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  The sexual tension in the truck was thick enough to cut with a knife. Noelle glanced over at Jack to see him staring straight ahead, his face a rigid mask of concentration. Shortly after Darby’s free drink announcement, Jack grabbed Noelle’s hand and headed towards his middle brother. “Make sure the girls get home safe.”

  At Darby’s knowing look, Noelle buried her hot face in Jack’s back. Before his brother could respond, Jack was pushing her out the door and into the truck. The anticipation of being intimate with him again was killing her, and she nervously wiped her hands on her dress. Jack jerked his head away from the road to watch as her dress slipped a little higher, her movements exposing more of her thighs. He pressed down harder on the gas pedal a little harder as his cock threatened to burst through his jeans.

  Noelle gasped as the truck shot forward under the sudden burst of speed. Jack’s hands were clutching the wheel tightly and his face was a mask of concentration. “I’m sorry and I apologize if I come off as sounding like a douche, but I need to get you home,” he said harshly. “Watching you shake that sexy ass in that little nothing of a dress has been driving me crazy all night.”

  Noelle smiled, heady with womanly power. “Oh you mean this old thing?” she teased, pulling the dress higher on her lap to expose her black panties.

  Jack looked over and beads of sweat formed on his brow as he gave a low whistle. “You’re playing with fire for sure, baby.”

  She laughed seductively. “I must be, because it’s awfully hot in here. Maybe I should cool off?”

  The spaghetti straps slid off of her shoulders to reveal the tops of her enticing breasts, bathed in the moonlight. Noelle tilted her seat so she was half reclining. “Mmmm, that’s much better.”

  Her hand drifted across to his lap, and Jack jerked in response. “Baby, don’t play with me. I already feel guilty enough about how deep I’m gonna be in that ass,” he shook his head and growled. “There ain’t enough yoga and pilates exercising in the world to make you limber enough for what I plan on doin’ tonight,” he promised, his tone laced with sinful intentions.

  Noelle was so wet; her arousal was running between her thighs. “Mmmmm, Jack. You just made me ruin my panties. Guess I’ll just have to take them off.” She wiggled out of her panties and twirled them around her finger just as they turned onto the private road leading to the house.

  Jack stopped the truck, turned off the ignition, and pushed his seat back. “Get your sexy ass over here now, Noelle!”

  Pussy clenching in response to his command, Noelle threw her soaked panties to the floor and hastened to get across to his seat as he quickly unbuckled his pants and pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees, revealing his swollen erection standing straight up and oozing pre-cum. She straddled his lap and slid her arms around his neck as he grabbed her around the waist to hold her in place. She slid her wetness up and down on his thick pole, purring with satisfaction at the contact. Jack yanked her head down and claimed her lips in a thoroughly dominating kiss that let her know she might be on top, but he was going to be running shit. He bit her lip and sucked away the sting; his hands untangled her braid and shoved into her thick strands to hold her face in place. He murmured against her lips, “I can smell you, baby. Mmmmmm… Your sweet, creamy goodness all over my dick.”

  She groaned as more of her essence coated his big cock. Every time the meaty head bumped against her bundle of nerves, it sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. “Who makes you this wet?” he whispered as she sucked his neck and yanked at his tee shirt, pulling it over his head.

  Noelle trembled as he let go of her hair to reach between them to put the tip of his dick in then pull out to beat it against her clit. Jack yanked her dress and bra down with his other hand to draw a succulent nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard then drew slow lazy circles around it with his hot tongue before treating her other nipple to the same decadent treatment. She fell back against the steering wheel and clutched his head to her bosom. Her hips lifting in rhythm to his teasing as he whispered tautly, “Answer me, dammit!”

  “You, Jack. Only you!” she panted, loving the exquisite torture he was subjecting
her to.

  “Spread your thighs wider, sugar,” he urged, feeling like he was going to come any second. He closed his eyes as he fed her inch by inch of his throbbing member. Sweet mercy, nothing in this world was as good as Noelle’s pussy. So hot, tight, and juicy! Jack willed himself to think of the time he saw old man Abner’s wilted, vein-y balls when he accidentally swam under him at the community center one hot, summer day. He remembered coming to the surface and throwing up in the pool. As a result, the pool had to be closed for the rest of the day. All the kids in town had been upset with him.

  The image yielded the desired effect, and he was able to calm himself down somewhat. Noelle absorbed the fullness that she was impaled upon, before moving up and down slowly; rotating her hips and enjoying the sensations just as much as the expression of pure bliss on her man’s face as his eyes drifted closed. She grabbed Jack’s face and rained kisses all over it before settling on his lips. He gripped the backs of her thighs and moved her faster on top of him. Their breathing was ragged. Their kisses, hot and sloppy. Jack tugged the nape of her neck and ran his tongue along the column of her throat as his other hand dipped between her ass cheeks, fingers teasing her forbidden hole. “Ride this dick,” he urged, sliding his lips down to alternate sucking between both of her nipples. “Take all of it!”

  “Yessss, baby! Yessss!” She praised him as she bounced up and down, slightly pushing her ass back to take his finger as her hips dipped side to side. “It’s so damn good, Jack!!” Noelle shouted as his length continuously rubbed against her g-spot. Jack slid his arms underneath hers to grip her shoulders and slam her down hard. She saw stars behind her eyes; and her body trembled from the orgasm that rushed through her at lightning speed, causing her to gush all over his dick. Her legs were wobbly, and she struggled to draw breath as Jack’s thrusts became harder and faster.