Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
But the bodies were moving, a big mass of undulating dance movements, making it hard to pick any singular person out when the occasional light flashed over the crowd.
I kept my eyes peeled on the place I thought I’d seen her. But when the light flashed again, the woman was several yards in the other direction, walking swiftly toward the door.
Almost like she was on the run again.
But from what?
From who?
It made no sense.
As the light flashed again, though, I saw the black and gray tattoos on her arms, and I knew.
It was her.
I was up and out of my seat before the thought even formed. Out of VIP, then the club, before anyone could even think to ask me where I was going.
I had no idea.
Wherever she was going, that was where.
It was hard to find her at first as I moved outside, finding myself oddly disoriented from the light and lack of noise.
My head was on a swivel for a solid minute before I caught that hair kicking up on the slight breeze. From the other side of the street.
I charged out into traffic, just narrowly avoiding getting swiped by a passing SUV with a bikini-clad woman woo-hooing out of the open sunroof.
She was tall, but her pace was more than just being long-legged. It was hurried, without looking like she was trying to run away from something or someone. She had that purposeful urgency of a woman walking alone at night, that ‘don’t even fucking think about it’ gait and posture.
She left the main drag, going down a side street, then cutting down another street so quickly that I almost missed the turn.
I was being creepy as fuck.
I was aware of that fact.
But I couldn’t seem to make myself turn away, go back to the club, forget about this woman who clearly didn’t want to see me again if she refused to give me her name.
I almost missed her.
Again, it was the hair I saw.
Disappearing into a storefront on a small strip with all darkened establishments.
Honestly, I was so focused that I didn’t even pay attention to where I was, what the other businesses were, or even what the one she went into was. One that was open way too fucking late at night.
I was about to knock on the door.
Then it burst open, a hand shot out, grabbed my shirt, and dragged me in.
“You’re really fucking creepy, you know that?” she asked as she slammed me back against the door.
“Yeah, I—“ I started, searching for any sort of excuse for my behavior.
“And also a shitty, shitty trail,” she added, pinning me with those blue eyes of hers. “It’s lucky you’re hot,” she added.
Then her lips were on mine.
Hard, demanding.
And I had no choice but to follow her lead.
As if I wanted to do anything else.
Her body plastered to mine as her arms wrapped around my neck.
My own hands were restless, going down, sinking into her ass, squeezing, then pulling up.
Until she was on her tiptoes.
Then not making contact with the floor at all.
Hooking her arms more tightly around my neck, she pulled her legs up my sides until they wrapped around my lower back.
She pulled back just long enough to say the one thing I really fucking wanted to hear right then.
“Couch,” she demanded.
One quick glance past her showed the shadowy outline of one in the back. Next to a golden human skeleton lamp that was giving the dark room its only light.
Grabbing her ass more firmly, I held her against me as I walked toward the couch, turning, and dropping my ass onto the cushions with her straddling me.
The second we were seated, her lips were ripping from mine, going to my neck as her hips ground down on my hard cock, making me let out an almost pained groan.
Then she was moving, sliding off of my lap and onto the floor, her hands dancing up my thighs, then coaxing in, working my button and zipper free, then sliding her hand inside to pull out my straining cock.
Reaching out, I grabbed her hair, getting it out of the way, and wrapping it around my hand as she lowered down, as my cock slid into her warm, wet mouth.
My hips bucked up into her mouth at the sudden sensation, but she was taking over fast, sucking me fast and deep, over and over, doing little twists, her hand cupping my balls.
I could have let her keep going.
But then my hand was pulling, yanking her back by her hair until my cock left her mouth.
I’d been fantasizing about being inside of her again since the moment she’d walked away from me.
I wasn’t going to miss out on the opportunity to have it finally happen again.
Taking my cue, she moved away, her soft hair slipping over my hand as she moved to stand in front of me.