Jagger_The Hottest Guys You'll Love to Love

by Jessie Cooke

  “It’s not a bad thing to be smart, Nick. You are actually one of the very few people who can claim both movie star good looks and a brain.”

  He laughed. “Movie star? That’s pushing it.”

  “Are you serious? Did you realize that, since you started dancing for me, business at the club has picked up over fifty percent? Women come into town just to see you because one of their friends or a family member posted a picture of you. Nick, sweetie, you are the kind of hot that makes a grown woman melt into a puddle at your feet. The only thing that I could say you were lacking, if someone made me say it, is confidence. If you were that guy that you are when you’re on stage all the time, God help the women in this town.”

  He blushed again. “Thanks, Margo. But that guy, he doesn’t really exist. He’s like one of the props we use. He gets taken out of the closet for the performance and then he gets put back until the next one. He has it easy, actually…”

  “How’s that?”

  “He doesn’t have to open his mouth. He doesn’t have to worry about saying stupid things and making you, I mean making women think that he’s just a big stupid dork.”

  I caught the “you” and held onto it. I put my hand on his big bicep and tried to calm my raging hormones as I said, “Nick, look at me.” He turned slightly, so he was facing me, and I said, “I don’t think you’re a big stupid dork. Do you want to know what I think? I have to warn you that it might not be entirely appropriate, considering I’m your boss and eleven years older than you.”

  “I want to know,” he said. His brown eyes were rimmed in red because he was so tired, but there was something else there, too. It was desire, and I wondered what had taken me so long to notice it.

  “I think you are the most incredibly sexy man I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.” I felt him shiver and I tried not to smile. “I think you’re one of those people who are just so damned smart that you have a hard time relating to those of us who aren’t. I’m definitely no genius, but I’d much prefer having a conversation with a man who is well-rounded versus one who is not. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about me and Carlos since you started working at the club. I’ve been called every name in the book for being a twenty-five-year-old woman who started a relationship with a seventy-year-old man. I have to admit that the money was, and still is, incredibly nice. But being with Carlos was about so much more than that. Carlos was dirt poor when he graduated from high school. But he was a genius, and he built an empire because of it. He was so interesting to talk to, and I learned so much from him. He was a lot like you. He only spoke when he had something important to say and he didn’t sit around patting himself on the back for being so wonderful. His money was the original hook, just like your looks are yours. But women who really like you, Nick, will stay for all of the rest of it…just like I stayed with Carlos until he died.”

  I saw him swallow hard. After several minutes, he cleared his throat and said, “I didn’t believe you were a gold-digger.” I laughed then, and he kind of smiled and said, “See, it’s things like that…” I stopped him with my lips. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I felt him tense up at first, but only for a second. Once I pressed my tongue into his lips, he slid them open and I finally got to taste him. He let his arms go around me, and for a full minute the lobby of the ER and the entire world around us disappeared. I could tell as I kissed him that he wasn’t experienced…but some people are naturals and that’s what he was.

  “Excuse me?” The sound of the voice brought us back down to earth and we pulled apart. Nick was looking at me like he couldn’t believe we’d just done that. I was suppressing a smile. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the nurse. She looked like she had no idea what to think. Finally, she just said, “Mr. Abelli, you can see your grandfather now.”

  12

  Nick

  I woke up with the sun in my face. I was confused and disoriented. I had no idea at all where I was. I sat up and looked around the room. Wherever I was looked like a really nice place. The furniture looked expensive and the floors were shining wood. There was a big circular window that took up most of one wall, and even though it was made of stained glass, that’s where the sun was coming in. My head was pounding and I lay back against the big fluffy pillow in the giant bed and tried to remember what I was doing last.

  Suddenly seeing Poppy came back to me. The nurse had taken me back…after Margo kissed me. She kissed me. Damn! I sat with Poppy for a while. He was still kind of out of it from the anesthesia, but he knew who I was and he even tried to give me a smile. The nurse told me they were going to move him to ICU for a while after recovery where he would have a one-on-one nurse around the clock. I remembered Margo telling me when I went back that I looked like I was going to pass out and I needed to get some rest. That’s the last thing I really remembered clearly. There might have been a cab ride…and another kiss? It was all mixed up in my head with the dreams I’d had of kissing her for so long, I think.

  Margo…Jesus, just thinking her name made my heart pound so hard in my chest that it felt like it was going to explode. I thought about the kiss again, and I felt the blood from my head racing down south. Shit! Am I in Margo’s house? I could tell that I wasn’t wearing a shirt, did she undress me? I lifted the heavy comforter and looked down. I was in my boxers, but nothing else. I felt the blood rush back to my face, and then I told myself what an idiot I was. She’s seen me naked at least three times a week. But the idea of her hands unbuttoning my shirt, and sliding off my jeans…there went the blood again.

  I pushed back the covers and sat up, just as the door was opened. “Hey, you’re awake.”

  I looked over my shoulder at her. God, she’s so pretty. “Yeah, I’m sorry…”

  She came around in front of me and I quickly put the comforter back over my lap. She might have seen me naked, but she doesn’t see me…like that. “Hush. Do not apologize. You were exhausted. I would have taken you to your place, but you were falling asleep in the car and this was just easier.”

  “How did you get me in here?”

  She laughed. “You follow directions pretty well, even when you’re half asleep. I just talked you through it. As soon as you hit the bed though, you were out. Getting you undressed was a chore.” I felt my face go hot and she laughed. “Don’t get all shy on me, silly. Remember, I’ve seen it all before.” That only made me blush harder. She could see how uncomfortable I was so she said, “How about some dinner.”

  “Dinner? How long did I sleep?”

  “It was around one p.m. when we got here. It’s just after six now, so about five hours.”

  “Oh, damn! I have to check on Poppy.”

  “It’s okay. Before we left, I asked the nurse to call you if there were any changes. I have your phone. You’ve gotten several text messages but nothing from the hospital.”

  “Oh, thanks.”

  “I didn’t read your texts.”

  I smiled. “That’s okay. I doubt it was anything I’d be worried about.”

  She sat on the bed next to me, so close that our arms were touching. She’s going to kill me. Pretty soon the comforter won’t be enough to hide what she’s doing to me. “I didn’t even read the one from that sweet little blonde…what was her name? Brick or something?”

  I laughed. “It’s even okay if you read that one,” I told her. I wanted to kiss her again…so fucking bad. I remembered what she said to me about having confidence, and finding me attractive…and I remembered the last kiss that she initiated. I said the hell with it and brought my lips down to hers. She didn’t move, and when we connected it was like someone touched me with a live wire. Kissing her here on the bed, nearly naked, was much sexier than the kiss in the hospital. This time, I concentrated on just tasting how sweet she is. I let my tongue explore her mouth and once again I put my arms around her and pulled her up against me. I could feel her hard nipples through the front of her blouse and I was afraid that I would cum right there in my shorts. We
kissed for a long time. It was lazy and languid at first and then it turned into a hot, passionate kiss that stole my breath away. I suddenly felt her hands on my chest, then one of them was sliding down across my abdomen and underneath the comforter…I’ve heard about people seeing stars, but when her soft warm hand landed on the erection in my shorts, I saw the whole fucking solar system.

  “Oh, Jesus…” I pulled back and looked at her face. She had this really intense, sexy look in her eyes as her hand slid along the shaft of my aching cock. “Margo…”

  She leaned in and kissed the top of my chest. My whole body shook. “Yes?”

  God, how the fuck do I tell her this? What she was doing felt so fucking good. It’s not like I haven’t seen a million porn flicks…I know what to do. Maybe I don’t have to tell her. Maybe she won’t figure it out. “That feels so good.”

  She smiled. “I can make it feel so much better.”

  Fuck…am I supposed to answer that? Holy shit, who would have thought her hand would feel so much better than mine! She let go of me, and I pushed out the breath I’d been holding. Then I felt her hand on the bare skin just above the top of my boxers and her fingers started working their way underneath. As they skimmed the wet head, I squeaked like a fucking fourteen-year-old. She smiled again and used her free hand to throw the comforter off my lap. I looked down and the head of my cock was swollen above the top of my shorts. Margo was looking at it, too, and in the second it took her to lower her head, about twenty different emotions raced rampantly through my body. When her tongue came out and licked across it, there was no thought…just the purest form of pleasure that I’d ever felt.

  “Lie down, Nick.” The sound of her husky voice was nearly enough to cause me to explode. Jesus, I’m going to blow this by cumming like a kid with a Playboy magazine in his hand. I sat there frozen and unsure what to do, until I felt her hand push against my chest. What the hell? I lay back and immediately felt her fingers slide underneath the elastic of my shorts. I lifted my hips, and she pulled them off. The sound of her moan when she saw me without them was intoxicating. I could use that whenever I needed a confidence boost for the rest of my life. She bent her head down and licked the head again, only this time she let her tongue run all the way down my shaft. My body was shaking all over like I was having a seizure, and when her lips wrapped over the top of it and she began letting the full length of me slide into her mouth, I had to stop her. I pulled her off me and she gave me a confused look. God, I was just about to ruin the absolute best thing that ever happened to me…but it would be worse if I came in her mouth after a two-second blow job, right?

  I pulled her back up to my mouth and I kissed her hard. I love the way her body feels pressed into me. I slid my hands up underneath her skirt, and for the first time in my life I felt a firm round ass in my hands. She must have been wearing a thong, because it was a firm, round, naked ass. That wasn’t helping the fact that I had an orgasm dangling over the cliff already, but she felt so fucking good. I let one of my fingers slide down lower between her legs and I touched the outer part of her warm, wet pussy. I thought I was going to have a heart attack as she ground herself into my hand and moaned.

  “Oh, fuck!” I broke the kiss and pulled my hand away. I couldn’t stand it any longer. Jesus, I was such a loser. “Margo…” I was so out of breath I could barely form the words. My cock literally hurt. I’d never needed to cum so badly before.

  “What, baby?” Her lying on top of me and looking at me with those sexy eyes and calling me baby, it was all too much. I sat us up, and she once again looked confused as I sat her next to me and pulled the comforter back over my lap. I knew no matter how I said this, I wasn’t going to do it right, so I just said it,

  “I’m a virgin.”

  I looked over at her face and pure shock was registered there. She probably wanted to tell me that I was, in fact, a huge dork. To her credit, she didn’t. Instead, she said, “Everything?”

  “I’ve never even kissed a girl before…not the way you and I kissed.”

  “Oh…” We sat there for a long time. It was the most awkward long time of my life. My cock even began to shrink from the humiliation of it. Margo finally reached up, put her hand on my face, and said, “Maybe you should save it for someone who is not so…I mean, I’m a lot older than you and a lot more experienced…I mean, I’ve never been with a virgin before…Shit! I have no idea what I’m trying to say.”

  I was so embarrassed. I took her hand off my face and kissed it, then lay it in her lap and reached down for my shorts. “I should go see Poppy…”

  “Nick…” I looked back up at her and she said, “I still want you.”

  The feeling I had when she said that was the most incredible feeling in the world. I probably would have pounced on her and came at the same time if her doorbell hadn’t rung at that exact moment. She looked really disappointed and patted my arm as she stood up. In a rare show of confidence, I grabbed her hand.

  “I want you, too. I want you worse than I’ve ever wanted anything. I want it to be you, Margo…all of it.”

  She leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth. The doorbell rang again and she said, “You go ahead and go see your Poppy. But, when you finish, don’t go home, Nick…come back here, please.” I nodded and she smiled. I was going to need a shower before I could go anywhere.

  13

  Margo

  I was still shaking all over from my encounter with Nick, as well as finding out he was a virgin, when I opened the door. Carlos’s son, Tony, stood on my doorstep. Fuck.

  “What are you doing here?”

  He smiled. “That’s not a nice way to greet your stepson.” He was forty if he was a day. There was nothing about him that I considered my “son.”

  “You’re suing me. You shouldn’t be here.”

  “I thought it might be more civilized for you and me to talk to each other rather than back and forth between lawyers.”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I started to close the door and he put his hand out and stopped me.

  “You might change your mind when you realize how much money it will save you.”

  “Look, I’m not naïve or stupid, Tony. I know that if you’re on my doorstep, it means your attorney has probably told you that you don’t have a case. So, don’t think I’d be ignorant enough to hand you any cash…”

  “I can keep your cash tied up for years. In the end, I might not get a dime, but in the process, I can ruin you. If that’s the way you’d rather have it…” He turned to leave. I felt sick and I knew I would probably regret it later, but I called after him. He turned around with a smile. I wanted to punch him in his arrogant face.

  “You have five minutes,” I said, stepping back to let him in the door. I looked nervously at the stairs. Nick was in the shower. Hopefully, he would stay there until Tony was gone. Tony sauntered past me and into the living room. He was such an arrogant fuck. With one last nervous glance towards the stairs, I followed him. He was sitting on my couch. I’ll probably have to have it fumigated. “The clock is ticking, Tony. What do you want?”

  He ran his beady little brown eyes across my body and then the pig licked his lips. “My dad sure had some good taste.”

  “That’s it, get out!”

  “Suddenly she’s chaste.”

  “Fuck you! You don’t know a thing about me. Get out of my house.”

  “Calm down, hear me out…”

  “Two minutes.”

  “I want two million dollars…and one night with you.”

  I laughed. “Get out.”

  He stood up. “One night Margo…”

  “Never going to happen.”

  He stepped closer. “This court battle is going to cost you more than two million dollars by the time I’m through. You’ll have to hire handwriting experts and tax attorneys. The IRS will be all over you…”

  “I’m not sleeping with you, Tony. The very idea makes me sick.”

  “Suit y
ourself,” he said. “I guess I’ll see you in court…”

  “I have the money. I can give you the two mills…”

  “It’s a package deal.”

  “You’re a pig! Why would you want someone who didn’t want you?”

  He stepped even closer and I could smell stale beer and cigarettes on his breath. I felt nauseous. “Just one night Margo, unless afterwards you’re begging for more…”

  “Get out, Tony.”

  He shrugged and ran his nasty tongue along his fat lips. “Your loss,” he said. He was almost to the door…I should have let him go.

  “Tony, at a hotel, not in my bed…and one night. I want it in writing.”

  He laughed. “You want me to put that you’re going to fuck me in order to keep everything you stole from my father in writing?” I had my back to the stairs, but I heard the creak of the last one, and I flinched without even turning around. Tony’s black, soulless eyes landed on Nick then and his evil smile grew wider as he said, “Don’t worry, kid, she only agreed to one night. I’m sure she’ll be up for a quick fuck with you that same afternoon. Whores are like that.”

  I was cringing, simply from his words, as he turned towards the door. It had never even crossed my mind that Nick would defend my honor. But before Tony got the door opened, Nick was on him. His hands were on the front of Tony’s shirt and his big body was pressing him into the wall. I saw him pull back his fist and I screamed at him to stop. He let the punch fly and it hit Tony square in the mouth. Then Nick let go of him and let him slide down to the floor. He turned towards me then, and I realized that Tony was the lucky one. The look he gave me would be burned into my soul for all eternity.

  “Nick…”

  “I have to go see Poppy.” He stepped over Tony and pulled the door back open.