Page 4 of Loco

Instant attraction.

Instant hunger.

My body’s immediate reaction to both.

Before I could even remind myself that I had personal issues around men, Loco had wiped them all away with his actions. And that voice and the way he’d rasped those dirty words against my skin--I shivered all over again as I remembered. Within five minutes of knowing him he’d taken over, and I’d followed him, albeit a little shyly and fearfully, like a puppet on a string.

I’d never met anyone like Loco before. He was brash, and outspoken, and kind of intimidating. Was he really attracted to me, or did he think I was an easy conquest? Some guys weren’t choosy when they thought they would get something. Some thought girls like me, a little on the plump side, were desperate and would be happy to get it anyway that we could. I’d been at the receiving end of some assholes who thought they were doing me a favor by showing me a little attention.

Somehow, I didn’t think Loco was like that. He seemed too natural and sincere in the way that he looked and talked to me for it to be an act just to get me into bed. The way he looked at me caused my core to clench with need and my blood to catch fire. I’d never reacted to a man so quickly, and within seconds of meeting his penetrating eyes I’d wanted him. What’s more, I believed him when he said he wanted me, too.

I hoped he wasn’t playing me. I was out of practice when it came to flirting and sensing when a man was really interested in me. In the years since Stuart, I’d stayed mostly to myself, content to form the occasional friendship and run my pet-sitting business. Men hadn’t been on my radar, and as long as I had my trusty little blue bullet I was set.

So what was I doing humoring this man? This stranger with all the tattoos, long hair, and compelling blue eyes? When he’d removed his clothes, I’d watched in stunned silence as his perfect body had slowly been exposed. The man was all hard muscle, bulging biceps, defined chest, washboard abs, thick thighs. I’d never thought of veins being a turn-on before, but the ones running along his forearms caused my breath to catch. The only part of his god-like body that had been covered was his cock, the large bulge outlined by the tight fit of his short boxer briefs.

By the time I was done examining Loco’s perfect body I was hot, wet between the legs, and I swear that my clit was pulsating. I had been more than ready to let him drag me into the water. It was a wonder that steam hadn’t rolled off me. Before I could rein it in, a loud sigh had escaped me when my overheated body was beneath the water. He hadn’t let my hand go, but had taken me to the side where we could hold on.

“You’re thinking too hard about this, darlin’.”

I took a deep breath. “I have to. No one else is going to take care of me.”

I was used to taking care of myself.

Chapter 3

Loco

If I were a smart man I’d forget about Millie. She was a good girl. Too sweet for the likes of me, and I had plenty of bitches at my disposal at the clubhouse. I didn’t have to work for pussy when I was in need, which was most of the time. I liked to fuck, and the dirtier the better. Something told me that Millie would be shocked by what I liked in bed. Rough being at the top of the list. I liked to feel it when I was pounding into a nice, wet snatch, and I made sure that she felt it, too.

A woman would never get soft and easy from me.

The club bitches and hang arounds I surrounded myself with liked it as dirty and rough as I did. They knew how much they would get from me, and when it was over they knew to get gone. I liked it that way. Liked that they were smart enough to keep shit uncomplicated. Made everyone’s lives easier and more enjoyable.

Millie had “complication” written all over her.

And I couldn’t get her off my fucking mind.

Even with a club whore straddling my lap, her naked ass right on my dick, her big fake tits in my face. All I had to do was open my mouth and I’d have a nipple on my tongue. Normally I would have been all over her, but this time I was only barely interested. Sure, before it was all said and done I would bust a nut in her mouth, might make her come with my fingers, but tonight it seemed that getting in the mood was a fucking struggle.

I didn’t like that. Didn’t like that I was preoccupied with another woman, and one I had no business thinking about. I wanted Millie like a fucking fiend. Wanted to feel her wet heat surround me when I sank into her body for the first time. Fuck. Just thinking about it turned me hard, and I’d rubbed one off more than once with her pretty face on my mind.

I snorted to myself. If my brothers caught wind that I was using my hand instead of one of the girls’ ready pussies they’d laugh me out of the clubhouse. I needed to change that before word got out.

“Not feeling it tonight, lover?”

Long, thin fingers with nails as sharp as daggers roamed up my chest and sank into my hair, dragging my attention back to the bitch that was sitting in my lap. Cassey, a new club whore who was still on probation, was doing her best to get me to engage. I met the teasing twinkle in her blue eyes, taking in her pretty face. Unlike some of the other girls, she didn’t cake on her makeup, didn’t wear her hair all wild and ratty looking as if she hadn’t combed it. Her blond locks were hanging over her left tit in a thick braid.

I reached forward to take the braid in my hand, purposely brushing the back of my fingers over her nipple. She responded just like I knew she would, grinding her ass against my hard dick. Millie may have been on my fucking mind, but Cassey was here and willing, and she was hot. I’d fucked her a few times and she was wild in bed. She definitely knew how to keep my attention, or at least she always had in the past. Right now, I couldn’t get a redheaded, green-eyed beauty off my mind.

Which I was determined to do, because no woman controlled my thoughts or my dick.

With a growl of determination, I squeezed Cassey’s tit until she whimpered. “Not in the mood for pussy, but I won’t turn down your pretty lips on my dick,” I smirked.

She did that pout thing with her lips that women thought made them look cute and irresistible. “Come on, baby. I have a serious itch.” She let her hand drop between us to my straining dick.

“Your itch isn’t my problem,” I reminded her, letting her hand ease some of the pressure behind my zipper. “Now get down on your knees and suck my dick dry.”

The satisfied gleam in her eyes gave her away. She was eager to get her hands on my dick. Club whores were there for that very thing. To satisfy me and my brothers anytime we needed relief. Cassey might be new, but she’d caught on real fast, thanks to advice from Mitzi and Cherry. We’d recently lost Lulu, which was a fucking shame. But no one could fault her for wanting to do better with her life, and the club was helping her move on.

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