LOVE ‘EM(37)

She smiles as I slip inside, giving me a satisfied grunt when I draw out and bang into her. Her eyes hold mine as I pull back and do it again. She tightens her legs around my ass, yanking me in the next time.

The way her body fits around me, the way she looks at me—it’s like I’m the only man she’s ever wanted to be with. I’m the only man in the world. I’m a king in her arms.

I impale her over and over until she grabs the bedspread and twists it in her grasp. Her mouth opens, and her breath shallows and quickens. Her tits bounce perfectly as she grunts and groans, and I drive into her faster and harder.

Somehow, I’m more important between her legs, servicing her pussy—hell, even when she looks at me across the fucking room—than I am when I’m in front of a million people.

When her body tightens around me, I let loose. I push into her as far as I can as my cock convulses inside her warm pussy, so welcoming and tight.

I loosen my grip, and her legs drop from around my waist. I fall onto the bed next to her. Ronnie’s face is radiant with a light sheen of sexy sweat.

I lick her lips. “You taste of my cum.”

She nips my chin. “You taste like me.”

I grab a tit and lean in to kiss her. “You are, by far, the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

She smiles. “You’re pretty close to the top of my list.”

“What? After that, I don’t get top spot?”

She shrugs, her eyes sparkling. “Maybe I want you to try harder.”





ELEVEN





Dave pulls up to the curb. I wait on the front porch, adjusting the small camera pin.

He leans across the car and opens the door, waving me in. “C’mon, or we’ll be late.”

“Late for what?” I buckle up.

He shoots me a grin as he hits the gas. “I have a special evening planned under the lights.”

Oh, thank God. Maybe he’s finally decided he likes me.

I slump a little at the thought.

Guess I have to cut Jack loose. Once Dave kisses me, that’s the cut-off signal. I have to have a point of demarcation, right?

Yes. Definitely.

I cannot be a cheater. If there’s no kissing, then Dave and I are only friends, but once he crosses that line—

Pulling my shoulders back, I grin. And I will be happy about it. This is my career and that trumps crazy hot monkey sex with Jackson Tremaine.

Dave pulls up at a public park. The sun has dipped below the horizon, and the big lights shine almost blindingly. About thirty people mill around with their dogs on leashes. Some sort of obstacle course is corded off in the midst of it all.

“A dog party?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Not a party. An agility course training session. I think you’ll like it. It’s fun.”

Dog. Agility. Training. Not even a competition—just practice?

We saunter over to the sidelines. A tall, dark headed guy lets his Sheltie off the lead. Another person with a timer signals. And it’s off and running.

Dave leans close and whispers, “See, the dog has to make sure to follow the handler’s directions. It has to go fast, but still pay attention to what its master is telling him to do.”

I feign fascination while my career huddles under the nearest tree, dying slowly.

When the Sheltie is finished, some type of terrier takes its mark.

I turn to Dave. “So, you’re a dog lover?”

The guy with the Sheltie approaches. Dave eyes him, smiling like they’re friends. But the man just keeps going, only raising a pinky from the end of the leash for a brief second as he passes, tugging the dog along. The pooch pulls against him, obviously trying to get to Dave.

“Dave?” I ask.

“Ronnie.” Dave swings back to face me with a sigh.

Is he annoyed?

A knot forms in the pit of my stomach.

The rest of the evening is spent walking around the dog course, stopping each time a new dog takes the field. He doesn’t even touch the small of my back. No hand holding. No anything. I touch Shayna more than this when we go out together.

This is a lost cause. I should simply cut my losses and call it a bust. By the time Dave pulls up in front of the house, I’ve decided to do exactly that.

He jumps out and comes around to open my door. “I hope you had fun.”

I sigh.

This is it. Rip off the bandage. “It was nice.”

He smiles. He has pretty eyes. Too bad there’s nothing between us.

Gah. I need to tell him. Deep breath.

“So, Dave—”

“About New Year’s Eve…” he takes my hand.

Oh. Maybe he’s going to ask me out. Maybe he’s just cautious. Maybe—

“I have a family thing out of state. It’s been planned for a while. But, I’d love to get together the next week. Wednesday? I have an idea for something a bit more exciting than dinner or dogs.”