KING: Las Vegas Bad Boys(95)

“Now let’s get you out of those shorts, JoJo. I need to see what I have to work with. Need to see how ready your pussy is for me.”

I bite my lip, trying not to be a complete cliché, but just hoping he’ll like what he sees. I don’t want him to know I’m a virgin, because I’m scared it would make him hesitate, not wanting to be that guy.

I take off my shorts and panties. They stick to my thighs because we’re completely wet, and when I try to kick them off I lose my balance and lean into him. He catches me, and suddenly our skin connects, my body is pressed against him, and his cock strains against me. His chest is solid and my breasts are aching to be touched, sucked. Felt.

I give in, then. To him. To this moment. My first time with a man. With anyone.

His hands run across my back, and my whole body is full of sensation. The steam evaporating against my slick skin, the rush of lust coursing through my veins. His lips kissing my shoulders, my collar bone, easing lower to my breasts.

My head falls back as his hands find their way to my breasts. He rolls his thumbs over my nipples; I let out a soft groan, my core ignited. His hands haven’t even run over the length of me.

Oh, God, how I want them to.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice soft, but sure. He knows how smooth he is, and I’m so glad I’m with a master charmer, because I don’t need any more asshole men in my life. Right now I need a man who knows what a woman wants.

“I do,” I pant, not able to say anything more.

“Good.” McQueen smiles, and for a moment I don’t feel less-than because I’m a woman—like a commodity, a tradable thing. I don’t feel like I have to fight, like I have to prove something. Right here, in McQueen’s arms, I just feel beautiful.

And I can’t remember ever feeling that way before.

His hand slides down to my entrance, and I ease my body slightly, giving him access to that prized place, the place no man has ever gone before. His fingers touch my folds and every hair on my body stands on end. It’s electrifying, him touching me ... him so close to what I’ve kept locked away for so long.

“Oh, baby, you’re so tight.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

He nods and turns off the water. “The water will make it harder for me to get in. Let me get you dried off and on your back, then I’ll get your pussy nice and ready for my cock. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But I don’t want you to stop.”

“I won’t baby,” McQueen laughs. “Fuck, I can’t stop this show now, you know that.” He looks down at his hardness, and I swallow, realizing what he means.

“There’s a couch, around the corner,” I tell him.

“Shit, you got a couch in the locker room? What’s Kit running here? A hotel?”

I smile, knowing that couch has proven useful when I’ve needed to nap and didn’t want to go home right after a workout. But I can see how it might have other uses, too.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” he asks, grabbing a towel from the cart outside the shower and wrapping it around his waist, then handing me one.

“You have a condom, right?”

I see his eyebrows rise in surprise.

Crap.





Chapter Four





McQueen



“You’re cute, you know that?” I ask her. Do I have condom? Does she know who I am? Maybe not. “JoJo, I got us covered.”

“Okay.” JoJo nods, relief flooding her face. Oh, this girl is more than ready to get dirty with me. “It’s just, I’m not on the pill.”

“It’s okay, here, let’s dry you off.” I take a towel and run it over her shoulders, drying her off quickly. Her creamy skin is warm from the hot shower. Her long red hair hangs down her back, water dripping off the tips to make a puddle of water at her feet.

JoJo’s body would make other women crumble, and she isn’t like most women who know how attractive they are. JoJo is almost ... innocent. But I don’t know how that’s fucking possible. She gives off this sense of strength, like no one can mess with her. Like there’s no reason to even try. If she doesn’t want something, she’ll let you know.

But I swear she’s acting like she’s never had sex with a stranger.

Well, maybe she hasn’t.

Thank God she wants my cock right now, because I swear I’m never this spun up for a woman. And my hungry cock is throbbing to get inside her tight little pussy. I grab a condom from my shorts pocket; thankfully, the foil wrapper kept it dry.

“You always keep condoms in your pocket when you work out?”

“Hey, I’m an opportunist,” I tell her.