Page 3 of Loco

Chapter 2

Millie

Ohmygod! Ohmygod!What did I just do? Never--and I meannever--had I done anything so brazen before, in public, and with a man I didn’t even know. A stranger! What in the hell was wrong with me? At the time it hadn’t mattered that I didn’t know him. Nothing had mattered except for the sexy man behind me and what he was making me feel with just his filthy words.

It had been so long!

I was such a goner!

After the most intense orgasm I’d ever had from pool jets (because truthfully, I’d had a few before during late-night swims alone), Loco guided my still quivering body over to the steps. He didn’t have to tell me to sit down. I sank down upon the steps like a deflated balloon.

“I’m so freaking embarrassed,” I murmured, not meeting his eyes. What must he think? I looked around to that make sure Lissa and V hadn’t been watching.

“Don’t be.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “It was sexy as fuck watching you get off, darlin’. I plan to see it again.”

“It won’t be out here.” What was I saying? My words implied that there would be a next time. “I mean, um, I’m not into public, ah, public sex.”

He laughed, the rasp of it tickling my still sensitive clit. “You’ll learn.”

His confidence was alarming and turned me on, which was easy to ignore now that I’d had an orgasm. I huffed. “Who are you?” The man was impossible! “We don’t even know each other. How can you say such, ah, explicit things?”

He leaned in close. “Darlin’, I already warned you that when I want something, I get it. But let me rephrase that--when I want something, I take it.”

Hearing the truth in his tone, I swallowed hard. “What do you want?”

“To fuck you.”

I looked away as I thought about his words, unsure of what I should feel about his comment. It was clear and simple and there was no way to misinterpret what he meant. He wanted to fuck me. He didn’t wantme.He didn’t know me. He didn’t like me. He just wanted physical gratification from a woman that was probably one of many. Loco was obviously used to having sex anytime he wanted it.

I wasn’t going to waste my breath by denying that I found him attractive, that I felt an instantsomethingfor him, but I refused to demean myself by giving in to him so easily. I wasn’t that desperate. I returned my gaze to his, seeing the determination to get what he wanted in his eyes. I smiled in spite of it.

He didn’t smile. In fact, his eyes turned serious. “You’re going to make this difficult, aren’t you?”

“I’m just not going to make it easy for you.”Same thing,I thought. “You can’t just tell a woman, a stranger, that you want to fuck her, Loco. Not in my world anyway. I expect more.”

He frowned. “Like flowers and fucking candy?”

I snorted. “I expect you to like me. Which means you have to get to know me. I don’t go around sleeping with men just to get off. I don’t do one-night stands. That, ah, thing we just did was way out of the norm for me. So far out of the norm that . . . that—” I was having a hard time finding the right word.

“I’m getting to know you now,” he pointed out.

“It’s a start.”

He growled and looked over at Bull and Viola. “Getting to know a woman isn’t usually my thing. Don’t do dates or any of that other shit. The women at the club know what they’re there for. Keeps things simple.”

I was insulted that he was comparing me to the women of his club. “Then go fuck one of them!” I snapped without thinking.

His eyes turned hard as polished stone. His expression revealed that I may have gone too far. I didn’t know Loco. In spite of his crazy sex appeal, I got the impression that he could also be dangerous and deadly. Would he strike out at my outburst? I’d been at the receiving end of abuse at the hands of a man, and I unconsciously braced myself for what might be coming.

Something in my expression must have given me away.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Loco said with a scowl. “I don’t fucking appreciate you looking at me like I just stomped on your puppy.”

I calmed myself, swallowing hard. “I don’t know you,” I reminded him. I wanted to get up and leave, but I didn’t want to expose myself to him. Didn’t want his eyes on my body. My lack of confidence with any encounter with a man reminded me of my inexperience.

Loco was out of my league. I’d known it the second I saw his sexy swagger as he’d walked up to the pool. Over-confident, and certain that his god-like good looks would draw the eye of any woman in his vicinity. Why wouldn’t women look? He was hot. His muscular body was covered in colorful tattoos, and he had a Mohawk that appeared to be growing out.

When our eyes had first met, a shock had surged through my system. No one had ever looked at me like he had before.

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