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  Sliding her panties down was tricky since he couldn’t see that well. Pain shot through his arm where the heel of one of her shoes nailed him. A few bruises would be worth it.

  She mewled and writhed into his touch when he spread her pussy lips and teased her clit with his thumb. Alternating between light flicks against the sensitive nub and deep plunges into her pussy with his fingers, he focused on the soft moans and labored breaths.

  He parted her thighs more and severed the kiss. “I can’t wait much longer, Candice.”

  She gripped his arms and squeezed. “Yes. Please.”

  He hastily rolled a condom on and slid into her in a slow, sensuous glide. Fucking her hard and fast seemed wrong for some reason. Pleasure spiraled through him as he slowly thrust and relished the beautiful woman wrapped around him. He inhaled the vanilla of her shampoo and the subtle wisp of perfume behind her ear.

  She rocked her hips into each thrust and squeezed his dick as he pulled out. Each repetition brought him closer to release. She trailed hot licks of her tongue along his chest, pausing to pay homage to his nipple with a graze of her teeth.

  The jolt of sensation sent him over the edge. He arched his back and lost all awareness as his orgasm exploded through him. Her scream mingled with his and a small part of his brain still functioning accepted that as her own release.

  “Mmm. That was nice.” Candice sighed and collapsed against him.

  His spine had vacated and his limbs were weak. The last thing he wanted to do was support her weight but he accepted the responsibility and wrapped his arms around her. “It was wonderful. Better than candy.”

  She laughed and slapped his chest. “You just had to go there, didn’t you?”

  “I couldn’t help it.” He kissed her forehead and sighed heavily. This was the part he always hated. Guilt chewed away at the pleasure he’d just had and left a dull ache in his gut. “I’d better get back out there before my boss starts looking for me. This wasn’t exactly something I was supposed to be doing.”

  “I’m sure glad you did, though.” She ran a finger down his chest. “You’ll know where I am if you want a second round later.”

  He hugged her and formulated a noncommittal response. “Things are probably gonna be crazy ’cause of the outage. I’ll look for you later.”

  “Sounds good.”

  He stepped back and she cleared her throat.

  “Hey, Maverick, do you have any idea where my panties are?”

  “I’m afraid not, baby. I tossed them over my head when I took them off.”

  “So now I’ll have to be wet and panty-less the rest of the night.”

  Wet from what they’d just done. The thought stirred his cock but he knew not to go down that road. The power would probably return soon and with it the permission slip they’d been given to be bad.

  “Thanks again, Candice.” He kissed her softly and slid his hand down her arm. “I’m gonna go ahead and head out. Wait for a couple of minutes and then you can head to your seat, okay?”

  “Sure.”

  Jason made his way out of the bathroom and collapsed for a brief moment against the wall. That was a hell of a way to spend a power outage. He felt his way along the wall and headed toward a small tract of light behind the bar.

  Jeans. He’d forgotten how much she hated power outages. He jumped over the bar and paused for a moment to admire the view of her delectable denim-covered ass as she rifled through a box underneath the bar.

  He grabbed her waist and chuckled at her startled gasp. “Gotcha!”

  Her hand settled over his as she turned. Something about the visual of her gorgeous mouth around the flashlight made blood rush southward. He had no business thinking about those lips wrapped around him, but apparently his brain hadn’t informed his dick.

  She grabbed the flashlight with her other hand. “Should’ve known you’d show up to torment me.”

  “Couldn’t resist.” He grinned. “You okay back here?”

  “Oh, I’m just dandy. My man’s out there somewhere with a roomful of horny women grabbing the nearest dick they can to get off. Why wouldn’t I be just fine?” She slammed something down on the bar and sighed heavily. “Sorry, I’m a bit edgy.”

  “Uh huh.” Jason glanced into the dark room and tried to imagine what Jeanie was thinking. Her hooking up with Dan had taken just about everybody by surprise but they’d somehow made it work for several months now.

  The man was head over heels for her—but clearly she was still having issues believing that. “I’m sure he’s just keeping everyone safe. He takes his job seriously.”

  “Yeah. I know.” Guilt punctuated her words. “I just want this night over already. Dan said he had something he needed to talk to me about and I freaking hate when he says that shit. I never know what the hell he’s got cooking in that brain of his.”

  Jason remained silent as a looming mass appeared on the other side of Jeanie. Yeah, he hadn’t expected Dan to leave her alone for long. The man’s hand snaked around her waist—a clear sign of possession and passion that made something slither through Jason’s body.

  Damn. Every time he saw the two of them like this, locked in that mushy-lovey crap, something in him tugged hard until a dull ache radiated in his chest. He wanted what they had. The fucked-up thing? His mind still had Jeanie starring in that role whenever he thought about it.

  “Hey, man. Thanks for keeping an eye on her.”

  Yeah, he wouldn’t be thanking him if he knew half the thoughts in Jason’s head right now.

  Jeanie leaned into Dan’s body and grinned. “Are you ready to tell me what we’re talking about yet?”

  “Soon, babe.” Dan kissed her cheek and unwrapped her from him. “I’ve gotta get Jason for Mike. We want him ready to go when the lights go up.”

  Jason nodded and turned away. He had no business thinking about Jeans. Wondering what the hell Dan was up to. He had a cocky I’m-about-to-rock-her-world grin on his face when he clicked on his flashlight and they headed toward the back.

  He paused at the door. “Listen, I’ve got a big favor to ask you.”

  “Sure, anything.”

  Dan clapped him on the back. “You know this has been a hell of a ride but I think it’s time for me to settle down. I’m gonna make an honest woman of Jeanie. I can’t think of a better guy to be my best man than you.”

  Wow.

  Leaden emotion tumbled through his chest and settled in his gut. He swallowed back the immediate response to his statement. The request.

  No matter what Jason wanted it was time to accept reality—she wasn’t his. She hadn’t ever been. With resigned acceptance he took a deep breath and plastered on a smile he couldn’t feel. He couldn’t feel much of anything right now.

  The numbness would fade though. It had to. Life knocked you down and you got back up and kept partying. Kept fighting to make your place.

  “Congrats, man.” Jason clapped him on the back. “I’d love to be your best man.”

  Truth be told, Dan was a hell of a guy—he’d do just about anything to make Jeans happy. That should be enough to help Jason do the righteous thing and step away.

  “Keep this between us for now, man. She hasn’t said yes.” Dan grinned. “Gonna ask tonight.”

  “Awesome. Keep me updated.” He had to get out of here. Hearing details wasn’t something he could handle. “Hey, I’ve gotta go check on someone. I’ll head back when the lights come up.”

  * * * * *

  Tyler hated awkward moments like this. The power outage had put a damper on the evening for a few brief moments but he’d been determined to get the dance he was in the middle of done. The lady was a regular, and even though she was the last one he’d want to get caught in the dark with, it didn’t matter.

  “How long do you think the power will be out?” Her voice was heavy with arousal that sent a thread of unease through his spine. Her hands wandered farther up his thighs and he gritted his teeth.

  Son of a bi
tch, he really hated power outages. He tried to breathe deeper to channel his frustration but the pungent perfume and cigarette smoke lingering on her left him regretting the decision. Just a little bit longer and his time for this dance would be up.

  Laughter and moans echoed around the room. She squeezed his ass. “It sounds like we could ease up a bit on the rules tonight. You know I’d treat you good.”

  Translation—there was money to be had if he had a dick with no scruples.

  He groaned and thrust harder, angling to hit lower even though her stomach prevented the contact he knew she’d enjoy most. There was no way in hell he was responding to her statement. It hung between them, choking the enjoyment he typically got from dancing for a regular.

  Shock rippled through him when her fingertips ran along his balls. Underneath the material. What the hell? Before he could back up she ran them up his shaft. A soft moan escaped her.

  “Very nice,” she whispered. Her hand kneaded his thigh and then roped around to his ass. He could feel her fingertips gliding along the seam of his ass cheeks. He tensed. The thrill of unwanted contact in public counteracted his revulsion for her. Unsure how to respond or feel about what was happening he continued the dance. When she repeated the action a second time, his cock hardened and he knew he was in trouble.

  She was a regular.

  She was… He shuddered, unable to complete the thought as waves of nausea took over.

  No. This wasn’t happening. He stopped dancing and hugged her close, hoping the action eased the unspoken rejection. This moment could very well cost him a regular. That sucked but more than that he hated being in awkward positions like this.

  “Thanks for the fun, sweetheart.”

  “Stay with me for a while.”

  “I’ve got to go. I’ll swing by later and check on you.” He hugged her again and forced an awkward smile even though the low light from the emergency floodlights in the far corner of the club probably didn’t let her see it.

  He made his way toward the back, not paying attention much to the things around him. The more distance he put between him and whatever the fuck had just happened, the better. Had he just gotten turned on by her?

  A thud knocked him back a couple steps and he held out his hands reflexively. The hallway was dark—too far away from the light to do much good but the feminine gasp made him reach out.

  “Sorry, I need to watch where I’m going.”

  “It’s okay. I was distracted too,” she said. She squeezed his arms. “If you ever want to switch lines of work I think you’d make a great retaining wall. You’re pretty solid there.”

  “A retaining wall, huh? I’d like to think I’m a little more giving than that.”

  She laughed softly and his dick got a little harder. Hair softer than silk greeted his fingertips when he ran them from her head to her shoulders and down to her waist. Petite and compact. Now this could turn him on any day.

  “Exactly how giving are you?”

  “There’s one way to find out.” He took her hand and tugged. “Come on.”

  He made his way to the bar—the darkest part of the club—and hoisted her on a stool. She smelled like vanilla and roses. The scent permeated his nostrils. The rest of the night and what had transpired disappeared, tunneled until all that was left was the woman running her hands down his body as if he were a Greek god sculpted just for her.

  He groaned and parted her thighs enough for him to wedge between them. He inhaled her gasp when he leaned in until their lips almost melded. The feathery breaths were like tendrils of arousal wrapping around his dick.

  He massaged his way up her thighs and slid his fingers inward once he got beneath her short skirt. “So sexy.”

  “I’m starting to feel like the luckiest girl around tonight.”

  “Good. I love to make beautiful women happy.” He settled his hand at the small of her back and pulled her toward him until his dick rubbed against her pussy.

  “I’m not wearing any panties,” she whispered into his ear.

  He groaned and reached down to pull his cock out. “Good. I can’t wait.”

  “I didn’t expect you to.” Moisture greeted his probing fingers when they slid into her pussy.

  “Damn.” With his arms locked around her in a tight embrace, he slid into her hot, wet channel and groaned at the warmth encasing his dick.

  He needed this. The anonymity, the wanton risk, the carnal connection. They remained silent and unmoving except for where they were connected. Her soft moans and gasps kept him thrusting slowly and deep to a pinnacle of release he craved more than the air he breathed.

  Fingernails dug into his back and her breathing became more labored. He held her in place and fucked her faster. Her release gripped his cock and he stifled the roar of pleasure tumbling from him.

  Whoever this woman was, she’d just rocked his world. As awareness returned to him he caressed her cheek and looked down at her, even though the darkness prevented him from really seeing anything beyond vague shapes.

  “That was incredible.”

  “Yeah, it was,” she whispered. “Anytime you want a repeat, come find me.”

  Tyler made quick work of the goodbyes as the lights flickered back to life. By the time he made his way to the back, the club had returned to a semblance of normal and the events of the earlier part of the evening were merely a glimmer.

  He should’ve gotten the woman’s name.

  No. The anonymity had made it hotter than hell.

  “Hey, man. I heard you got stuck with your regular,” Jason teased.

  “Well, the hot blonde I grabbed coming out of the bathroom afterward sure as hell made up for it though. She was hot and ready.” Tyler sat and looked up when Jason started to laugh.

  “What?”

  “Was her name Candice? When did you snag her?”

  “Just a bit ago. We didn’t bother exchanging names.”

  Jason’s voice rose as he looked around the room when the other guys started congregating, as if sensing something worth remembering was about to be revealed. A suspicion burned Tyler’s gut—one he didn’t want to hear.

  “Man, that’s the chick I banged in the bathroom. You got my sloppy seconds.”

  The guys roared with laughter. Embarrassment crept up his cheeks as he tried hard to laugh off the jibes being directed at him.

  “Man, did you eat her out?” one guy asked.

  “That’s fucking disgusting, dude.”

  “Well, did you?” another pressed.

  “Fuck all of you.” Tyler shook his head and looked up at Jason. “That’s fucked up.”

  “Yeah, but she was worth it.”

  Chapter Six

  “You were my Eskimo brother from the start.” Jason laughed as he rocked back and forth.

  Tyler let his friend have his laughs for a few moments as his thoughts were swept back to another time. When silence descended he tossed out his comeback. “I got you back and you didn’t even know.”

  “How?”

  “A few weeks later I had this hottie give me a blowjob in the parking lot.” Tyler grinned as he recalled the sexy brunette with the killer throat.

  “So what?”

  “I came in her mouth.”

  Jason sighed. “Goose, you’ve officially lost it. This doesn’t have anything to do with me.”

  “Do you remember that hottie who came up to you when you were at the side stage? The one that planted a huge French kiss on you?” Tyler knew he’d remember. They could count on their hands how many times a woman kissed them at the club since it wasn’t ever done.

  “You know, I do remember her. She was too hot. I had to make an exception for her.”

  “So, did she have fresh breath?” Tyler chuckled and took a sip of his drink.

  “How the hell would I know?” Jason’s eyes widened and he leaned forward. “Wait. Are you saying that’s the one you shot your wad in?”

  “I got one word…snowball.”

  �
��You sick old bastard!” Jason laughed as he spit.

  Despite all the shit they gave each other over the years, they always had each other’s back. Of all the times at the top of Tyler’s awesome list, Jason had either been right there beside him or pretty damn close.

  Most people reached their mature ages with a bucket list of shit they wished they’d had the guts to do. He and Jason had done theirs and then some. He knew he had a list of regrets he wouldn’t share with anyone but he wouldn’t have changed a thing he’d done through the years.

  Or who he’d done them with.

  Sentimental bullshit wasn’t really something the two of them shared—not even after fifty or more years of friendship. Things went unspoken and they were both okay with that. Sure, they’d pissed each other off through the years.

  But they’d worked through it and moved on to bigger and better things. For the most part.

  “You know, when I think back on the worst times I realize most of them were when you weren’t around.”

  “Wow.” Jason paused a moment. “That’s pretty deep, Goose.”

  “Fuck you, man. I’m trying to be serious here.”

  “What were you thinking about?”

  “The weekend of their wedding and that gig I had to do. I felt like shit for not being there for you, man.”

  “Hey, shit happens.” Jason shrugged but Tyler knew he’d let him down. They’d never spoken of it.

  “You know that gig was crap.”

  * * * * *

  Tyler looked at the address one last time as he exited his vehicle. The gig paid well and that was the only reason he’d agreed to handle it alone. All he had to do was stand at a table and greet people as they got their desserts. It sounded almost too simple for the amount they’d agreed to pay.

  The money would help get a decent gift for Jeanie and Dan’s wedding—which he was missing thanks to this gig. Man, Jason was going to kick his ass. Not that Tyler blamed him. He should be there to have his back in case the situation got too awkward.