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  “Don’t be so anxious, cowboy.”

  “Why do you keep calling me cowboy?”

  “’Cause you look like one.” Eva squeezed his thigh as she leaned down. His gaze went to her tits, which were now very close to his face. If he leaned in…

  The girls giggled and pulled back.

  “You are a randy one, aren’t you?” Tracy moved to stand behind Eva. “She does have gorgeous breasts though. I envy them sometimes. They’re so big. I bet your hands are big enough to handle them though. Mine aren’t.”

  “Is that right?”

  Eva moaned and wiggled her ass against Tracy. “Show him.”

  “Good idea.” She ran her hands down Eva’s sides and paused at her waist. Tracy kissed her friend’s neck and looked at Tyler as she reached around and began removing her shirt. “She’s got such beautiful skin too. I love its softness beneath a gentle caress.”

  She traced her fingertip along Eva’s stomach. Their eyes fluttered shut and they leaned into one another as though lost in the sensations. Blood pumped in his veins, arousal flared.

  Eva’s top fell to the floor beside them. Tyler drank in the imagery of her writhing beneath Tracy’s touch. He’d planned to be the one making her moan softly. Hell, he’d make them both moan.

  But this. This was hotter than hell. The white bra accentuated her soft mocha skin. He wanted to speak, remind them he was here to accommodate whatever pleasures they sought.

  Don’t screw this up. Play it cool.

  “See, I told you they were too big for me to handle.” Tracy squeezed Eva’s tits through her bra. Her voice was raspy, feather soft, and he swore he felt it sliding across his skin. “Maybe you should come and help me out.”

  The suggestion was all he needed. Eva’s eyes fluttered open, her rich chocolate gaze swept down him as he approached. He captured her face between his hands and claimed her lips. Strawberries.

  He deepened the kiss, demanding her surrender when he swept his tongue into her mouth. Fingertips ran beneath his shirt, across his abdominals to his belt. A groan escaped his mouth when he severed the kiss.

  “What flavor was she tonight?” Tracy asked with a smirk on her face.

  Too unreal. This entire night had to be a fucking dream. He’d gotten too close to the shit being smoked backstage and inhaled. He was probably passed out on a bed in a cruddy motel getting sucked off by some fat-ass the guys tricked him into banging as another initiation ritual or some shit.

  Yeah, that would be right along the lines of what he expected.

  “My favorite is cherry, but she’s always wearing that strawberries-and-cream gloss instead. I think she does it just to challenge me.” Tracy pulled on Eva’s hair and half-turned her.

  Tyler watched the way they melded into one another, sought the heat from the other’s body as they dueled for control of the kiss. Whatever their intention for tonight, they’d done this before. Or, rather, they’d done one another.

  The thought made his dick hard and he fought the urge to reach down and undo his jeans. No way in hell he’d screw this up by moving too fast. Following their lead made sense—gave them the advantage.

  And it turned him on.

  Ever since that first encounter in the alley behind the club on amateur night his dick got the hardest when the woman took charge. Then again, his cock pretty much stayed hard when he thought about sex.

  Tracy broke the kiss with a sigh. “I’m starting to like strawberries more and more.”

  “I’m glad to hear that but I have to admit cherry has become my second favorite.”

  He listened to the byplay, not really giving a shit about anything beyond tonight. “Do I get to taste you now?”

  Tracy positioned herself against him. Confident hands ran across his body, squeezing and rubbing just enough to make his dick throb. Although he wanted to close the distance between them, he waited for her cue.

  Anticipation threaded through him as his breath collided with hers. A low whistle escaped her parted lips.

  “Interesting. I do like a man who doesn’t mind a take-charge woman. It makes play time so much more enjoyable.”

  “I agree.”

  “Me too,” Eva whispered. “Let’s undress him.”

  “Hush, sweetie. We’re still working on you. Remember?” Tracy maneuvered Eva between them. “She’s a little impatient just like you, cowboy.”

  “The name’s Tyler.”

  “Tonight you’re going to be our cowboy. You got a problem with that?” Eva’s bra fell to the floor. Tracy cupped her tits and squeezed.

  “Not at all.”

  Eva’s eyes closed and she leaned against Tracy.

  “She’s so responsive, isn’t she?” Tracy asked.

  “Yes.”

  Tracy removed her hands and nodded in silent assent for him to take her place. Eva remained still, complacent to whatever ministrations the other woman commanded. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and relished the way they pebbled beneath his touch.

  Tracy slid her fingers under Eva’s skirt. “I think she might be even wetter than I am.”

  “Maybe I should be the judge of that.”

  She withdrew her finger and sucked it into her mouth. Grabbing his neck, she pulled him downward to claim his mouth. The kiss was rough and wanton and almost made him lose control. He needed to feel her pussy—or Eva’s—gripping his cock. Hell, he’d fuck them both.

  Need raged within him when she pulled away. Her hand cupped his crotch through the too-tight jeans and he stifled his groan.

  “Not bad, cowboy. Not bad at all.” She unzipped them and grinned. “So tell me. Whose kiss did you enjoy most?”

  He’d enjoyed them both but they all knew there was no contest. It’d been over the second the finger coated in Eva’s juices slid into Tracy’s mouth. That was some of the hottest shit he’d ever seen but he suspected it was about to get a hell of a lot better.

  “I think you already know.”

  “Indeed.” She grinned and looked over at Eva, who’d already removed her skirt and stood beside the bed with a sad look on her face. “Be a good girl and take off your panties. We want to see that sexy pussy of yours glisten while you work off your loss.”

  Eva moaned and shimmied out of her panties. Tracy’s hands tugged on his jeans. “It’s time to get you ready to ride, cowboy. Are you sure you’re up for the task?”

  “You’re about to find out.”

  “It’ll go faster if I help,” Eva whispered from behind Tyler. Her hot breath fanned on his chest as his shirt disappeared over his head.

  “I think your friend here’s wearing too many clothes.”

  “I agree,” Eva stated. “She’s so sexy stripped bare and ready for a guy to ride her.”

  “Why don’t you show me?”

  “Nuh-uh.” Tracy grinned as she slid his boxers down his hips and grasped his shaft. “I’ve got something else in mind right now. Help me out, Eva.”

  “My pleasure.”

  Surprise flickered through Tyler when the two women slid to their knees beside one another before him. Tracy left her hand holding the backside of his dick but Eva leaned in and licked the tip, then slid her hot, wet tongue along the front until the moist heat hovered over his balls.

  Heat encompassed the tip of his dick. He watched Tracy suck him as Eva leaned back to give her full access to him. Fingers massaged and played with his balls until he thought he’d shoot his load.

  “Mmm. I think you’re more than ready.”

  “He tastes good,” Eva commented.

  “He’ll feel even better inside us.” Tracy stood and shucked her clothes.

  Tyler tried to think about anything but the two gorgeous women positioning themselves on the bed. Man, this was really gonna go down. He didn’t want it to be over too soon.

  Eva lay on the bed and Tracy straddled her face so that she was looking at Tyler. “Fuck her hard. I want to feel her screams against my pussy.”

  He positioned h
er legs around his waist and thrust a finger in her pussy. Wet and ready. He rolled a condom on. Heat suffused his dick when he slid balls-deep in one thrust. The women’s moans intermingled with flesh-on-flesh slapping.

  Tracy ran her hands down his chest and leaned forward. He seized her face with one hand and claimed her mouth. The intensity of the position, having one woman beneath him gripping his dick with her hot, tight pussy while another woman rode her face was almost too much. But he had no intention of finishing off in Eva.

  No way in fucking hell was he passing up the chance to fuck Tracy too. They fought for control of the kiss but this time he wasn’t surrendering. She sighed when he played with her nipples. Her hand slid down his stomach and down to where his dick was sliding into Eva.

  “God it’s so hot to see you fucking her like that. It makes me so wet.”

  “You’re next, sweetheart.” He slowed his thrusts and tweaked Tracy’s nipples with his fingers. “Rub her clit. I want to hear her come.”

  “I thought I was in charge.”

  “It’s my turn now.” Tyler chuckled and repositioned himself over Eva. He fucked her with deep, hard thrusts that made her scream.

  Tracy moaned. “Harder. God I love how her tongue feels in me when she’s screaming.”

  Son of a bitch. Women weren’t supposed to talk like that but it sure as hell made him hot. He groaned when Eva’s muscles tightened around his dick. Tracy’s wails of delight tumbled in his ear when she rested her head on his shoulder.

  He thrust a couple more times in Eva then pulled out and dragged Tracy across the other woman. He lifted her and bent her over the edge of the bed. Her pussy was wet when he thrust a finger into her.

  The soft gasp propelled him to ram into her hard and fast. He lifted her legs so that she had to rely on him for support as he mercilessly fucked her. Each thrust made her scream louder. His body tensed and he knew he was close to finished.

  He threaded his fingers through her hair and tugged like she did with Eva. “Come for me.”

  Eva. He’d almost forgotten about her. She was there, watching avidly as he pounded Tracy. He should’ve gotten her into a better position—one where he could play with her clit easier.

  But it didn’t matter. Tracy was close. He could sense it in the way she gripped his dick. The way her body tensed. And her screams. Shit, her screams were about to send him over the edge.

  His muscles ached from the exertion but he didn’t give a shit. This was, hands down, the hottest, most intense night of his life. The guys would never believe this shit.

  The second her orgasm started he increased tempo and surrendered to the overwhelming sensations engulfing him. He continued thrusting until exhaustion plagued his limbs and he collapsed on the bed beside Tracy.

  Wow.

  Chapter Five

  “I never even saw you leave that night, man. I was in the zone.” Tyler grinned. “Maybe I should find a couple of ladies and re-create that night.”

  “There’s not enough Viagra in Texas to make that happen. Besides, you’d be in traction for a month and I’d have to listen to you bitching the entire time.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “I keep telling you that you’re not my type.” Jason thought back on the night for a moment. “Come to think of it, Jeanie was the one who made sure I got home that night. I was pretty out of it.”

  “You were always gone.” He peeked over his sunglasses. “You never told me you and Jeanie had hooked up, man. What the fuck is your problem then? Man up and jump on that before Titanium does.”

  “I didn’t hook up with her that night. Dan moved in on her that night.”

  “Oh.” Tyler shrugged. “Well, still. It could’ve happened. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve shared a girl.”

  “You’re a twisted son of a bitch.”

  “The ladies never complain.”

  “That’s ’cause they aren’t ladies.”

  “Watch it.” Tyler’s voice rose. “You can’t sit there all high and mighty. I remember those nights when your freak flag flew—even if you choose not to.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “Well, several come to mind but do you remember the power outage?”

  Jason laughed and shook his head. “Man, that wasn’t a freak flag moment. That was just plain fucked up—for you—because I sure had a great time.”

  * * * * *

  “Listen up.”

  Dan’s voice echoed in the dark dressing room. The dance manager appeared calm even though the roar of feminine voices drifted in through the open side door. Even though it’d been a slow Thursday night the storm raging outside had knocked out not only the lights but their chances at decent tips.

  Storms made the ladies go home and that wasn’t good for anyone.

  “Get out there, keep them happy. Free table dances. Whatever you’ve gotta do.”

  Jason couldn’t help but chuckle along with the other guys. Giving a group of horny men carte blanche to do anything they wanted with a roomful of women when the lights were down was asking for trouble but he wasn’t about to argue—or pass up the chance for a hookup.

  As they all made their way to the central area of the club Jason recalled the gorgeous blonde with the full lips and sexy I’d-suck-you-all-night grin. She’d taken a small table off to the side near the entrance to the bathrooms—which made her prime real estate for his plan. He hadn’t recognized her as a regular so she was fair game. His arms and legs ached as he bumped into the wall and then a table. Angling to the right, he stifled the curses coming from him when something knocked into his upper thigh. He felt a hard surface in front of him and realized he must’ve bumped into the bar.

  Squeals, moans and giggles intermingled to create a cacophony of naughty that fired Jason’s blood. A few more steps and he’d be to his destination. The trip to the back bathroom would be much easier.

  He felt around and heard a soft gasp as his hand brushed around silky hair. He traced the strands downward and noted they stopped right at her shoulders—just the length he remembered. “Hey there. I came out to check on you.”

  “Oh.”

  “I’m Maverick.”

  “I remember you from earlier. You’ve got some good moves.” Her hand roamed his bare chest. “This is my first time. I wasn’t sure what to expect.”

  “Well, we want to make sure you have a really good time so you’ll come back.” Most of them never did. One-time impulses rarely got scratched again. Bachelorette parties, weddings and an assortment of other special occasions were their bread and butter—and the dessert table the guys savored after hours since those were the clients they could party with without risking future tips.

  Possessive, clingy regulars made for bad bed partners for a variety of reasons Jason had no desire to think about right now. He’d heard the only confirmation he needed to seal the deal with this sexy woman.

  His pulse pounded in his ears as blood shot to his cock. “It sounds like this outage is going to last awhile. Do you want to go somewhere more private?”

  He held his breath for a second. She’d had that breathy hitch in her voice when she’d talked about his moves—the hitch he’d come to know meant a woman wanted a hell of a lot more from him than a good show. But there was always a chance he’d been wrong. Women were complex creatures.

  “Sure.” Her hand slid down his arm until her delicate fingers melded with his. The tentative connection made him flush with anticipation. Endless possibilities flitted through his mind as he escorted her down the narrow hallway leading to the bathrooms.

  For hookup places it wasn’t that sexy but at least it was a bit more private than what the other guys were doing—getting freaky right where the girls were. A lot of guys got off on the public displays and all that but Jason preferred a bit more privacy so he could make the most of the situation.

  He could hear her uneven breathing behind him when he paused where he thought the doorway was. Hot breath fell
on his neck when he turned and ran his hands along her body. Warm skin greeted his probing hands when he slid them beneath her top.

  “I remember how sexy this top is on you. The red really showed off your gorgeous skin.” He laughed and edged closer, pressing her against the wall. His hands roamed down her legs. “I could almost imagine these long legs of yours wrapped around me.”

  “I bet you say that to all the women.”

  “Then why did I bang my way across the club and pass them all up to get to you?” He cupped her face and ran his thumb across her mouth. “I remember how hot your mouth looked.”

  “My mouth, huh?” Her voice lowered in breathy arousal that made his cock throb. She closed the distance between them and claimed his lips.

  He savored the kiss. Kissing was a big no-no in the club but everything about this was against the rules—and that only made him want it more. He deepened the kiss and guided them through the door to their right. If his estimates were right they’d be in the guys’ bathroom. Not that it mattered.

  “What’s your name, baby?”

  “Candice.” She laughed. “My friends call me Candy when they’re feeling brave.”

  “Mmm. I bet you taste sweeter than candy.” Her laughter made his heart beat faster and he couldn’t help but laugh. “That was pretty lame, wasn’t it?”

  “It could’ve been worse,” she whispered.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.” She nibbled on his earlobe. “You could’ve said you had a sweet tooth and needed a fix.”

  “Yeah, that would’ve been pretty lame. But I bet you are sweet enough to nibble.”

  “Mmm, I’d like that.”

  “I wish the lights were on so I could see you,” he whispered. A few steps back and to the right and they were at the sink in the corner. She nibbled on his neck, her hands squeezed and groped his body.

  She gasped as he lifted her onto the small counter. The top was easy enough to pull over her head and he wasted no time moving the bra out of his way so he could touch and taste her tits.

  Her nipples hardened in his mouth, her soft moans filled his ears. The shy kitten he’d guided in here bloomed into a brazen minx with each stroke on her body. She grasped his shaft and claimed another kiss as she pumped his manhood.