King:Las Vegas Bad Boys(52)

Connor still hadn't come home, but I left feeling good about my decision.

I keep talking. "So Lucy, my friend who I had plans with, thinks I'm a  flake for the thousandth time-but family comes first, you know?"

"Something like that. Maybe you just have a really close-knit family. I haven't seen my brother in a year."

"That's terrible," I tell him, meaning it.

I can't imagine not seeing my sister for a week. I pick up my nephew  from his private school a few days a week, I eat dinner around my  sister's kitchen table, I swim in the pool in her backyard. Our lives  are connected. They are the fabric of my days.

McQueen shrugs. "I like my family; it's just that my family is so  different from me. They have no idea about what I do for a living, and  I'd die if they knew."

I raise my eyebrows, relating to him more than he knows.

"What's that look for?" he asks me.

"My family doesn't know I'm training for another MMA fight. They don't know I do this at all."

"Really?" McQueen's jaw drops. "That's nuts. You're here all the time. Do you have another job that explains the bruises?"

"I don't have another job," I admit, wondering how much I want to  reveal. "My Dad and brothers would never understand this. Let's just say  my family is ... old school about gender roles."

He nods seeming to understand. I don't think he quite gets it, though.  My dad isn't exactly a safe person. He does shady stuff, every day. My  brothers-well, I don't even want to know what they do all day. More of  the family business.

In our house we have an arsenal of guns, drugs in a safe, and no one is  allowed over, ever, if they aren't on a pre-approved list.

"I cover the bruises with makeup the best I can. But honestly, the men  in my house don't really pay me much attention. It's not like they're  inspecting me or something. And my sister is usually so frazzled she  doesn't notice, either."

"Huh." McQueen seems to have another question on the tip of his tongue,  but he holds back. I appreciate him not prying. But then it's like he  can't help himself. "You're safe though, right, JoJo? At your house? The  guys you live with, they wouldn't hurt you or anything, right?"

"Of course they wouldn't." I wave off his fears. "It's not like that.  It's just ... they have ideas about how I should live my life."

"You could always start over, like me," he says. "I skipped town the  moment I graduated high school and only go back for holidays."

I shake my head. "Yeah, my family isn't like that. I could never leave my sister. My family sticks together."







"Kit's right, you know." McQueen wipes his hands on a napkin, wads the garbage up, and stands to toss it in the trash.

"About what?"

"He said you're a keeper. I get why your family doesn't want to let you go." He walks to me and pulls me up to stand.

"Why's that?" I want to understand McQueen. If there's more to him than a  handsome face and capable cock, I want to know about it.

"You're different," he tells me simply.

"That's what you told me after we had sex this afternoon," I tell him as  he snakes his arms around my waist. Not even meaning to, I let him. I  want him. "You said I was ‘different.' Not exactly post-sex words of  affirmation."

"A girl like you needs to be told how great she is?" he asks, looking at my lips as he talks.

I lick them without thinking. The only thing on my mind is him pressed up against me, taking me again.

"I don't need compliments. But if we're doing this again, I need to know  I did okay the first time," I tell him, feeling his hardness press  against my core. My thighs quiver in excitement.

"Oh, girl," he says, his mouth so close to mine. "You were fucking perfect."

And then his lips are against me, and my arms wrap around his neck. I'm aching to get closer.

Aching to feel his skin again.

Fuck reality.

I want to fall down that rabbit hole.

Hell, I want to fly.





Chapter Seven





McQueen



This girl is going to be the end of me. And I never even saw it coming.

She asked for no strings attached, and that's what this is, but there is  something about her-the softer side of her I never expected, the way  she looked when she spoke about her family. She seemed so small, so  vulnerable. Like she needed a fucking man to take care of her.

When her lips press against mine, so tentative, so naive, all I want to  do is teach her everything I know. Show her how to get the most out of  our time together.

I pull away, needing to get her out of those little gym shorts, I need  to see that sweet, soft pussy again, need her to know what sort of  assets she has. Let her know how fucking hard she makes me when I get a  glimpse of the space between her legs. The legs she's never opened for  any man but me.

I get on my knees before her, tug down those little shorts, and inhale  her perfect mound. Oh, fuck, she is so sweetly trimmed, no fucking fancy  Brazilian shit. JoJo is all woman; she's not trying to be anything but  herself and that fucking turns me on like no one ever has before.

"Oh, God, woman, you're making me hard as rock."

"I am?" she asks, running her hands through my hair.

I look up at her from where I kneel before her, and our eyes meet. In  that moment, I feel something tug inside me, and it fucking scares me to  death. Like maybe this heart I swore to God I'd never give anyone might  be capable of belonging to someone else.

Shit, this woman is trouble, and yet ... I can't stop myself. I need to be inside her again.

"Take off your top," I tell her. "I want to see your tits when I look up. I need to see your skin."

"Will someone walk in?" she asks, looking around the empty gym.

"It's locked and, baby, I don't fucking care. I want someone to see me  licking your pussy until you come all over my face. I want someone to  know how fucking lucky I am."

She doesn't hesitate, and I know she likes hearing how much I'm enjoying  this. It turns me on, knowing she wants me to be in control. Oh, I'll  fucking take control.

Her arms pull her top over her head, and her sports bra along with it.  Now that her tits are exposed, I run a hand along her flat stomach,  reaching a palm over her soft breasts. Then I press my mouth against her  slit, and my tongue weaves its way into her folds.

"Oh, McQueen, that's, oh. Ohhh." And then she stills her voice, unable to speak as I lick her up and down.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her to the floor, where a mat  covers the ground. She's completely naked, and flat on her back. I part  her legs, wanting to suck her pretty little clit until she gushes for  me.

"You're gonna like this, baby," I tell her, lowering my face to her spread legs.

My tongue knows right where it belongs, deep in her folds, and I flick  hard and fast, knowing she loves it by the way her hands pull through my  hair, the way her legs tighten up.

I push them back down, knowing she has no idea what she is in for.  Slowly I begin at her hood, gently licking her, twirling my tongue  around, gaining speed as her juice releases in my mouth. She tastes so  good and sweet; I want to lick her pussy all night long.







"That's too much, it's too much," she groans, not knowing that it's just enough.

"It's okay," I whisper, blowing warm air into her, letting her squirm  beneath me as I run my tongue over her delicate skin, so creamy, so  untouched. I want to press my fingers in her, but don't want to hurt  her. She was already in pain earlier today. Right now, I'm just going to  let her release until she's come undone.

Until she's come all over me.

My hands cup under her ass, holding her cheeks as my mouth devours her  pussy. Faster, I flick her pulsing clit with my tongue. Her body tenses  as I refuse to let up.

She starts coming, and her creamy release pours over me. I don't stop,  wanting to make her scream out, wanting to make her remember, for the  rest of her fucking life, the first time a man ate her out. I don't want  her to ever forget how good I made her feel.

"Oh my God," she cries, her hands buckling against my shoulders. "It's  so ... it's too much ... it's ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes." And then she  lets go of her hold on me. Her pussy walls are still pulsing against my  mouth, and I softly run my tongue over her throbbing folds again, then  again.

As she catches her breath, I run my tongue up from her pussy, across her  stomach, over her tits, until I am above her. With my forearms resting  on either side of her, I hover over her perfect body.

"You like that, JoJo?"

Her eyes close, as if she is thinking of the perfect word to use to describe her orgasm.

"It felt like I was suspended in air," she says, her eyes open. I push  her hair from her forehead and listen. "I was scared I'd crash and burn,  but instead I flew."

I kiss her again, her taste still on my mouth, but I can't help it. The kiss is gentle, warm, filled with satisfaction.

My cock though, is still hard as a rock and needs to be stroked. She  must feel it through my jeans, because her hands reach down, unbuttoning  my pants. I kick them off, wanting my skin against hers so badly. She  pulls off my shirt, and our chests press together.