Page 78 of Queen Of WildCards

Iwouldn't have blamed her for poisoning it all.Especiallyhis.

Shedidn't, though, and her return glances were cordial and all smiles, none of the apprehensionIexpected her to hold around him.

Aftera week of this,Acecaved, and he'd been back inJapanwith his uncle on 'business', or so he claimed.Onlyone person could get ahold of him, andBlackJackwasn't inclined to do so, not after the knife debacle.

Itwas going on the third week whenAcefinally called to let us know he'd be back before the end of the month, and he didn't sound any more pleased than when he left.

Infact, if it were even possible, he sounded more haggard and rough than ever.

Wewere all sequestered in the commons where we'd first broughtMallorywhen we kidnapped her, and though she hadn't admitted it yet, we all knew she was here to stay.Shehadn't said as much, but her actions spoke for themselves.

She'dbeen flitting from one bed to the next inAce'sabsence, though we were all pretty low-key about things.I'dhad her next to me last night, but she'd been so worn out after a brisk swim withBlackJackthat she'd been asleep before her head actually hit the pillow.

Imight be borderline insane, butIwasn't a prick.Ilet her sleep, content to breathe her in and watch her as the peaceful content washed over her and relaxed away all the stress from the day, washed it away and left behind only a calm that smoothed the wrinkles of her forehead from a perpetual frown, loosened all the muscles in her body soIcould tug her against me.Shealways curved like a cat against the expanse of my body, andIrelished the contact.

Whenshe wandered from my bed to another, the damned thing felt empty in a way it never had before.

Ididn't mind sharing, really.Someguys might have an issue with a woman who wasn't satisfied by just his cock, butIknew better.Shewasn't bangingBlackJack—I'dhear it, seeing as how our rooms were right on top of each other.Andshe might be sleeping withJoker, but he wasn't home much to take advantage of it, and her daily interactions with him hadn't changed.

Itfelt like everyone was out of sorts.Busy, bored, or off-kilter.

Shewas currently in my shower, the scent of her perfumed, mint shampoo invading my room, filling it and my nostrils with the teasing scent that followed her everywhere.Mycock was hard as a rock, andIsat atop the blankets and tugged down my sweats, trying to remember the last timeI'dtugged one out.

Ithad been a while.

Mycock bounced eagerly in my lap asItook myself in hand, fisting my length with a groan as the water shut off in the shower.Ihad three choices—stop before she came out, race her to the finish and see ifIcould come before she left the bathroom, or tease myself and wait for her to join me.

Ideastwo and three sounded like fun.Whatkind of man wouldIbe ifIdidn't warm up the car for her while she got ready?

AndifIbusted a nut before she walked out of that bathroom?Well, there was always the next round.

Igot five slow pumps in beforeIwas aching for something far more appealing than my hand.Myfeet were on the floor, sweats kicked off and discarded in my haste asIstormed over to the bathroom and yanked the door open, pleased at the slight blush that covered her towel-clad body as she spotted me, and then my cock.

Hereyes went wide at the monster between my legs.Ofcourse, she'd never seen it in the daylight.Icould hardly fault her for staring.

"Jesus, that thing is huge," she breathed, like she hadn't had the fucker three ways toSunday, stuffed in all three of her willing holes at least once.

"Iassure you, even in the daylight, it fits, sweetheart."

Sherolled her eyes at my bravado and moaned asItook it in hand again, closing the distance between us in two steps.Sheblatantly turned away from me to stare into the mirror, smearing whatever lotionJokerbought her recently across her nose, rubbing it into her cheeks, shooting me a smile in the reflective surface as my hands moved up to rake through her damp tresses.

Malloryfresh out of the shower was my favorite thing in the world lately, followed closely byMalloryspread naked in my bed, face flushed from orgasm.

Itwas a sight to behold, for sure.

Ibraced against the counter and rubbed my cock against her pretty little ass, easily slipping right up under that towel of hers to fit nicely between her cheeks asIgroaned into her neck.Shehad a way about her that made a man wild, made him want things he had no business wanting.

"Spade," she half-ass protested, even as she shifted against me and spread her legs just an inch, "Ihave to get ready.Casspromised to take me to replace the clothes you ruined today, and he's supposed to be here any minute."

Ibit at the juncture of her throat and her shoulder, dragging a breathless sigh from her. "I'llhave to make it good and fast, then,"Igrowled, more than able to rise to the challenge. "Youwork on your face,I'llwork on this pussy."

Shewhimpered, nodded, and bit her lip, returning her eyes to the mirror as my left hand snaked to her front and loosed the towel from her body, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle.

"Sosoft,"Iuttered against the nape of her neck, using my other hand to brush away the stray hairs there asIlaved open-mouth kisses along the ridge of her spine as my other hand found her taut nipple, working it with practiced pinches and strokes, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger as she moaned and slapped a hand against the counter, fumbling for a little green bottle of oil she used on her roots every day.

"Fuckyes," she hissed when my hand trailed lower, brushing against her greedy cunt in a teasing move that had her arching and rubbing that ass against me like a cat in heat.

Tight, hot, and wet were all the easiest words to describe whereIburied my fingers as she whimpered and rocked against them, her attempts at beautification forgotten asIhiked one of her knees up on the counter and slid in beside my own finger, the fit so fucking tight my balls nearly burst right then and there.

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