Page 101 of Queen Of WildCards

Thefucking disco stick of the century nestled between my asscheeks asIadjusted the temperature of the water,Jonah'shands sliding around my torso again to return to fondling my breasts like a man on a mission.AndwhileIwas thrilled his aversion to touch seemed to be buried deep, way down deep for the time being,Iwanted those eager hands elsewhere.

Thedecision to spin in his arms wasn't a conscious one, nor was the slight shiftingIpulled to put my back against the cool tile to one side.Waterdroplets cascaded over his shoulders and down his pecs, rivulets forming between the dip and curve of his abs, following that vee at his hips, and making a very poignant picture as it sluiced around his cock and dripped from the damn thing.

Jesushell, it looked like a battering ram.

AndIwas about to let it rearrange my insides.

Spectacular.

"Jonah, take one of those hands south and explore some uncharted territory,"Iwhispered, reaching down to wrap both my hands around his cock, squeezing, tugging, rubbing my thumb over the sensitive tip as he moaned at the sensations.

Andthen his long fingers probed the slick folds at the juncture of my thighs, andIdamn near passed out.Hesank two fingers inside me with a groan, licking his lips as those long digits flexed and curled inside me and wrecked my world.Spade'sfingers were wide, but they were short, not likeJonah's.Jonah'sfingers easily reached up inside me and hit that spot that promised to have women seeing stars when they came.

"Fuck,"Isqueaked, slamming my hands against the wall for support. "Oh, fuck,yes."

Jonahlooked pretty pleased with himself, a slow grin curling his lips as his other hand twisted in my hair and dragged my face closer until our foreheads touched.Hisbreathing was erratic, and between the two of us,Iwasn't sure who was more in awe of the other.

"You. . . you like that?" he practically purred, his fingers sliding in and out, dragging against my inner walls so sinfully it nearly had me coming apart at the seams.Fuck, his fingers weren't harsh and calloused, likeSpades, nor were they thin and feminine, likeCass's.Theyweren't demanding, likeAce's.No, they were slow and methodical and patient andfucking christ on a cracker—

"Ohmigoddontstop—"

Iscreamed, like those feral porno screams you thinkhave to be fake, and my legs shuddered asInearly collapsed from shock, gushing between my legs, his fingers still buried inside me.Myeyes rolled back in my head, andIscrambled to grip anything that might hold me up, locking on his shoulders at the last second.

"Fuck,Mal,Ikilled you—"

Hetugged me against his body and slid over to sit on a convenient divot in the wall, obviously designed for shampoo, but that doubled as a nice bench.

Fuck, we should have started on the bench.

"Oh, no, loverboy,I'mnowhere near dead,"Ipanted, a limp fucking noodle in his arms. "Justwait til you're all clean andIget you out of this shower."

Hiscock jumped eagerly against my back, andImanaged to find the energy to paste a silly, sated smile on my face.Hisarms were like a safe harbor, a port in a storm, andIlet him hold onto me asIhalf-ass-washed us both up, cleaning the random specks of grease from our skin.

Whenwe finally finished in the shower, he was still hard as a rock, and my legs were finally functioning again.Thefastest drying-off in the history of the world commenced as we raced to see who could finish first—the only time we'd be doing that tonight,Isuspected.

Andthen, the moment of truth, asIwrapped my towel around my torso and turned to him, realizingIwas the only one still wearing one.

SoIdropped it around my ankles with a raised brow, a squeal of excitement escaping me as he bent at the waist and hoisted me over one shoulder like a fucking caveman, carrying me off into his room, where he dumped me unceremoniously on his bed and grinned down at me like a loon.

Iraised my arms and invited him down to join me.

CHAPTERFORTY-FOUR

BLACKJACK

Inever wanted to leave her fucking arms again.

Mallorypulled me down on top of her, and it was like all the instinctsIdidn't knowIpossessed rose to the surface, demanding to be let loose.Iwanted to bury myself inside her, even thoughIhad no idea what it would feel like.Ijust knew it would be good.

Fuck, as often as the others tied her up, it had to be the most amazing feeling in the fucking world, being stuffed insideMal'smiraculous muff.

Ha.Haha.

Notthe time for jokes.

Myeyes didn't know where to look first.Sure,I'dalready seen her naked once before, but this was a much different situation, and here she was, laying herself out for me to taste, touch, feel, whatever struck my fancy.

"Idon't even know where to start,Mal,"Iadmitted, the familiar heat rising in my cheeks.

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