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  He closed his eyes and tasted her lips with his even though he wasn’t sure which of them had closed the distance. Mint and beer.

  She straddled him and took control of the kiss, severing it long enough to tug his shirt over his head and fling it to the side. A grin lit up her face when she did the same thing with hers.

  Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her skin was soft beneath his touch as he traced her bra along the swell of her breasts. He dragged her up and toward him so he could lick her there, taste the sweet flesh he’d thought about way too much.

  It wasn’t enough.

  He wanted to bare her fully, spread her legs and claim her taste on his tongue. Situating her beside him, he stood and reached for her jeans. She thrust her hips upward, allowing him to slide them down her gorgeous thighs. He paused to pay a small homage to the juncture of her thighs. She shivered when his fingers slid along her panty. He pulled that down along with the pants until she kicked them free.

  His skin burned beneath her touch, his dick ached with a need to sink balls-deep into her but he wasn’t about to look like the randy punk who just crawled off the playground. Not with Jeans.

  He scooted out of reach when she made a move for his zipper. One touch of her hands or lips to his dick and it would be all over. Kneeling between her legs, he made small circles along her inner thighs, enjoying the way her skin responded to his touch.

  “You aren’t playing fair,” she whined. “I said I wanted to touch you.”

  “Soon.” He draped her leg on his shoulder and pulled on her hips until she was lying fully down in the booth. Thank goodness they were open and allowed for movement and positioning easily enough.

  He bared her gorgeous breasts and admired the sultry flutter of her eyelids when they closed. The slight part of her full lips made his dick throb. She moaned with each touch, each pinch and lick across her stomach, her nipples.

  He sucked a hardened bud into his mouth and watched her eyes widen as the impact of sensation from his tongue and teeth working in gentle tandem struck fully. Responsive women were always the most fun to play with and Jason knew without a doubt she’d be the best he’d ever had.

  Her hands ran across his shoulders, urging him downward with each move of her body. Blazing a trail down her stomach, he pushed on her inner thighs until her legs parted fully for him. He held her there, locked in place for his pleasure as his tongue ran across her wet slit.

  The evidence of her arousal flared heat through him until it burned in his cock. “Damn, I could do this all night. You taste too good.”

  She groaned. “Don’t taunt me, Jase.”

  He pulled her pussy lips open with one hand as he slid a finger into her wet pussy with the other. A couple of flicks of his tongue across her clit and her body tensed. He slowed down, focused on slowly fucking her with a couple fingers instead. She was close to the edge and he wasn’t willing to let her fall over yet.

  Her fingers dug into the booth’s material and her body quivered beneath his ministrations. He stroked her slick lips and watched the pleasure flicker across her face. She writhed and moaned as he pressed the pad of his thumb to her clit.

  Jeanie arched, her body quaked under the current of release he swept her into. His dick throbbed with each clench of her pussy against his fingers. The jeans riding low on his hips were now too snug but he had no intention of rushing. Limp limbs ceded to his will as he maneuvered her so he could cover her with his body, feel the skin-on-skin contact.

  “Wow. That was pretty awesome.”

  “I’ve just gotten started.”

  “On the contrary.” She wound her legs and arms around him. “I’ve just gotten started.”

  She shifted her weight and even though Jason couldn’t have considered it possible, she managed to roll him off the sofa until they collapsed in a heap of limbs. Their laughter mingled as she claimed his mouth and straddled his waist.

  She ran her fingers across his shoulder where it had impacted the floor. She pulled away just enough for her words to fall against his lips. “You might have a bruise to explain tomorrow.”

  “I’ll just tell them some sexy woman had her way with me.”

  She sat up and pressed her weight against his crotch until his dick was in agony. Warm hands massaged their way down his chest and hovered over his zipper. “Oh really? Then I’ll make sure to give you one hell of a story to share.”

  Although the words were spoken with her usual teasing tone, Jason cupped her cheek and drew her closer so he could feather his promise across her lips in a whisper. “I’d never do that to you, Jeans.”

  She shivered against him. Her demeanor shifted, softened as though he’d drawn back a layer of her defenses and he was seeing a new side to the woman he’d craved more than the air escaping him in labored breaths. The connection, the chemistry strengthened with each touch, each merging of their bodies.

  Suddenly he wished to hell it wasn’t happening at the club. She deserved better than a rut on the floor. All thoughts swooshed from his mind when she undid his jeans and pried them down his hips.

  His dick sprang free, throbbing with the newfound exposure. He reached to tweak her nipples but she batted his hands away. “Just relax. Watch.”

  She sat up on her knees and brought her hand between her legs. A foreign sound rumbled from somewhere deep in him when she coated her fingers with her arousal and ran them along his shaft.

  “Close your eyes.” She moaned. “God I love your cock. It’s going to feel so good inside me.”

  The world ended right then. All that existed was her firm hand pumping his slickened dick. His balls tightened, his muscles tensed. The sensation halted.

  He looked up and saw her grinning as she reached for his jeans. “You a responsible boy scout, Jase?”

  Huh?

  She fished through his pockets and wallet until she guffawed and retracted a condom. “Good going, stud. Now we can really get this party going.”

  She rolled it on with a proficiency that made the jealous son of a bitch in him pissed off. Thinking of her with other men shouldn’t bother him but it did. The foreign emotion churned, flaring into a beast he knew he’d have to push aside and deal with later.

  Her wet heat engulfed him, squeezing as she seated herself on his hardened shaft. He growled and grabbed her hips but her hands covered his, a gentle reminder that she’d decided to set the pace.

  She guided his hands up and down her body, allowing him to pause long enough to roll her nipples between his fingers. Between their fingers. Her eyes drifted shut and she rode him faster, harder.

  The whimpers she emitted were almost too much for him to handle—each one drove him closer and closer to the release already building in his balls. He thrust upward and grabbed her hips, too primal to give a shit about who was in control.

  She cried out when he held her locked on him and her body trembled with the force of her pleasure. Pumping into her a few more times, he finally surrendered and joined her in nirvana.

  Sweat clung to their skin as they lay there on the floor, too spent from their bout of wanton abandon to give a shit about anything but breathing, feeling one another. Reality returned too quickly when she moved away and began getting dressed. Raw from the emotions she’d created with this unexpected whirlwind of amazing sex, he followed suit.

  “You’re pretty amazing, Jase.” She stepped into her shoes. “We’ll have to consider doing this again.”

  The response poised on his tongue evaporated as the main door creaked open in the distance. He stifled a curse and looked over at his shoulder and Dan sauntered in. He pocketed his keys and walked toward them.

  “Hey.” Jeanie chewed on her lower lip for a moment when the guy Jason revered more than anyone else draped a possessive arm around her waist. Color flushed across her cheeks. The foreign emotion he’d set aside earlier returned and he grudgingly accepted it. Jealousy burned in him, clear to the balls she’d just ridden dry.

  His heart tumbled into his g
ut and got chewed by guilt, the shock of the kiss Dan placed on the lips Jason had tasted moments earlier. The guy looked around as though trying to piece together what might’ve happened without having to ask.

  Son of a bitch, this was bad. Jason was all for manning up and admitting what they’d done but this wasn’t just any guy. He freaking ran the dancers, decided who thrived and who died with the schedule.

  A flicker of remorse—or perhaps regret—flashed in Jeanie’s gaze when it landed on Jason. He looked away, too eaten up by the fact that what they’d just done should’ve never happened even though it’d rocked him to the core.

  “I heard you had car trouble.”

  “Yeah. I think it’s time to trade the piece of shit in. Sometimes you just have to let go of the things that aren’t reliable anymore. You never know when they’ll knock you on your ass.”

  Dan pulled out his keys and tossed them toward Jason. “Why don’t you take my truck for tonight? I’ll catch up with you tomorrow and we’ll handle your car shit.”

  How are you going to get home? The question hung in Jason’s mind but the answer was already before him, in the not-so-subtle drag of Jeanie into Dan’s embrace.

  “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” He stepped away, resigned to the fact that the woman who’d just rocked his world clearly belonged to someone else. Why the hell hadn’t he figured that out before? He headed toward the door but turned around. “Oh Jeans?”

  “Yeah?” Her voice was tight, laden with the remnants of guilt. Or perhaps Jason was hoping that’s what he heard.

  “Thanks for the ride.”

  Chapter Four

  Jason’s thoughts wandered back to when they first started working together. There was one night burned into his brain as an epic failure. “You remember that strip-o-gram we did together, Goose? You know. The club one.”

  “Now I know you’re the one high on Viagra because we were never going to talk about that night.” His friend got a faraway look on his face. “Of all the things I’ve forgotten that night seems damned determined to hang around.”

  They both laughed. “Funny how memories work.”

  “Yeah.”

  Jason was glad his friend had retained memories from back then. He always seemed happier thinking of those times when they’d been able to conquer just about anything—or at least had the egos to think they could.

  “I still can’t believe it took us so long to figure it out that night.”

  “Yeah, but we were so stoked about the seventy-five bucks each, we were in the zone.” Tyler laughed. “We were so fucking stupid back then I’m surprised we got through that night.”

  * * * * *

  Jason followed Tyler across the parking lot of Wild Willies and took a calming breath. Anticipation battered his control. Seventy-five bucks each for one dance. They’d scored big time on this strip-o-gram.

  “Remember, we’ve gotta move fast to the dance floor so the birthday girl doesn’t figure it out.”

  “Cool.”

  Nerves kept him quiet as they made their way into the club. Neither of them had handled something at a public nightclub like this yet. The few gigs they’d gotten were more private.

  “Just ignore the dudes and focus on the ladies.” Jason said it more for his benefit than his friend’s.

  Music pulsated around them and drowned the voices of the crowd to a dull roar. At least the dance floor was clear. Jason hopped up onstage alongside Tyler and breathed a sigh of relief as the song began to play. The volume of the music overwhelmed the screaming crowd and the spotlights narrowed their field of vision to a few empty feet in front of the dance stage.

  Jason noticed Tyler looking around for the birthday girl too. She should’ve been brought up by now. Oh well. They continued with the planned dance, stripping off their shirts to the screams of the crowd. Unease settled in the pit of his stomach as his hearing and vision acclimated to the new surroundings.

  He couldn’t figure out why, but something was off.

  The birthday girl finally appeared, already positioned in the seat facing the audience. They made their way to her and Jason admired her snug dress and slender form. Long, long legs.

  He knelt before her and ran his hand up her calf. She reached around and ran her hands up and down Tyler’s thighs as he danced behind her. Jason slid back, giving his partner ample room to straddle the birthday girl and gyrate in her face.

  Once Tyler was in position, Jason slid closer and spread her sexy thighs a little more and froze. What the fuck?

  Balls.

  Hairy balls.

  “Dude.” He wasn’t sure whether he was saying what he’d figured out or calling out to his unsuspecting friend. Neither would undo what he’d just seen. Almost sniffed and fondled.

  Tyler turned and looked down at him with a questioning look.

  “She’s a dude.”

  They both jumped back like a gun had been fired. The dude in the chair looked up with a smug grin on his face.

  “Oh come on and finish the dance. It was just getting interesting.”

  Like hell. “It ain’t happening.”

  “Let’s bail.” Tyler headed offstage and grabbed his stuff.

  Jason followed suit but looked around in confusion. “Where are my pants?”

  “To hell with them. Let’s bail.”

  “They cost me a hundred bucks to make into tear-aways.”

  “You want to hang around a gay bar to look for them?” Tyler asked as the lights went up.

  Jason looked around and saw the group of men gathering closer. “Let’s go.”

  They remained quiet as they made their way back to the club. Tyler cleared his throat and shifted in the seat. “We never speak of tonight.”

  “Agreed.”

  “And no one needs to know how far…”

  “Agreed.”

  By the time they arrived at the club it had closed. The guys cheered and laughed when they entered. Jeanie smirked as she leaned against the wall. Crap, could this get any worse?

  “Ha. Ha. Very funny. Where’s our money?”

  Mike patted them on the back and laughs. “Welcome aboard. You’ve survived your initiation.”

  “I’ve been here three months and never seen you guys do this before.”

  “We only do it two or three times a year,” Ethan stated as he made his way to them. “It gets them every time.”

  “You still owe us.”

  Mike laughed and walked away. Ethan regarded them both with a flicker of amusement in his gaze. “I’ve got something even better—an after-hours party to break you in the proper way.”

  * * * * *

  Tyler wasn’t sure whether it was the thrill of being invited to the after-hours party or the potential housed within that incited the rush of adrenaline. It didn’t much matter. A couple of hours from now the shock of what’d gone down at the gay club would be forgotten—replaced by the abundant pleasures to be had with the sexy women streaming into the townhome.

  They’d arrived a few minutes ago and Jason had taken off, chasing after a phantom brunette. Tyler thought he’d inhaled a bit too much weed on the way over but it wasn’t his business.

  “Welcome to paradise. Mi casa es tu casa.” Ethan motioned toward the hallway. “No fucking in the room at the end and we’re good.”

  He tried to play it cool but anticipation jacked his body and shifted him into overdrive. He’d been to a few parties—most of them small no-tell-motel flings that lasted long enough for whatever guys had gone to get off and then leave.

  This wasn’t a no-tell-motel, though. From the rocking stereo system and television to the plush leather seating now covered over with sexy women, everything Tyler’s gaze swept over was something he wanted—and fully intended to have.

  Even though he’d gone to a couple of “parties” with a few of the guys when asked, he’d never seen them all in action in the same room. Truth be told, it was as intimidating as shit. Blocking out one guy getting his dick sucke
d or fucked was one thing. Several guys were impossible to ignore.

  A few of them were in various stages of undress throughout Ethan’s place. A blonde bobbed her head up and down on a cock in the corner near the fireplace. Tyler didn’t really want to know whose dick she was making happy. As erotic as the image of her mouth working a dick was, the fact it wasn’t his dick shriveled his nuts to useless raisins.

  He scoured the room for neutral ground—a piece of the action to stake out as his mountain of sin. A couple of cute brunettes were huddled in the corner. Their voices rose slightly and one of them looked over her shoulder at him with a welcoming grin.

  He headed over. “Hi, ladies. Having fun yet?”

  “No, but we will soon hopefully. I’m Tracy. This is my friend Eva.”

  Eva did a small half wave with a little grin that shot all the blood back to his cock.

  “You want to help us settle a bet?” Tracy ran her hand down his arm. “Eva seems to think she’s a better kisser. I disagree.”

  “Well I think I can help you two settle this easily enough.”

  “Good, because this is a high-stakes bet,” Eva stated as she ran her hand down his chest. “So you’re one of the new guys, right? I haven’t gotten to see you perform yet. You any good?”

  “You know it.”

  “I guess we’ll find out soon enough,” Tracy stated. “Let’s go find somewhere private. That way you can watch me cash in when I win.”

  “I’m so winning this one, bitch.” Eva swatted Tracy on the ass. “But she’s right. Let’s take this somewhere else. Come on, cowboy.”

  Wow. Okay. Tyler followed the two women and didn’t bother trying to hide the grin on his face when Ethan chuckled and slapped him on the back as they passed him.

  They headed into a bedroom on the left and motioned for him to sit on the bed. When they didn’t sit beside him as he’d expected, he couldn’t help but wonder what they were gonna do. He moved to stand along with them but Tracy touched his shoulder.