Page 9 of Finding Hope

Her friends move around me like they’re used to guys approaching their group. They encase me and the goth chick in the middle, though she and I aren’t dancing.

“Hey.” Lifting my chin, I watch her eyes flash across my face.

I know where she’s stopping, the same places all women’s eyes stop; my eyes, light blue like hers, my dimple, singular and on my left cheek, my teeth, straight and pearly white.

My mom might’ve been a bitch, but her side of the family gave me nice teeth and perfect vision.

Bravely nodding back – no blush, no evasion – the girl of contradictions smiles. “Hey.”

“Come with me?”

Extending my hand, offer and demand, she studies me for only a second before she nods and places her hand in mine. “Okay.”

The erection I couldn’t muster for blondie now rages and presses against my zipper. That’s cool, because three minutes from now, I’ll be nestled inside this beautiful woman, and I’ll be numbed for another night.

Leading her toward the upstairs offices – toward Tina’s office – and letting us in with my set of keys, I slam the door behind us and spin fast as a snake.

Diving in tongue first, no time for chatter, no time for pleasantries, I do exactly what I wanted to do – I clamp my teeth over her bottom lip, and when she whimpers and wraps her arms around my neck, I smile and dive in for keeps.

She’s beautiful.

She’s delicious.

And for the next little while, she’s all mine.

Reaching down to grab her ass – perfect round globes, tight skin, lean muscle – I pull her close until my cock presses against her belly and her tongue comes out to be an equal in want.

Her hands explore my chest and shoulders, still big and broad, despite my lack of training. I was always a big guy – thanks, Dad – but training as hard and as often as I have since I was fifteen years old has landed me with a shit ton of extra muscle that even the abuse and misuse I’ve put it through this year can’t ruin.

I haven’t stepped foot into my brothers’ gym in months, and yet, I’m still bigger than any of them – even bigger than Bobby, the oldest.

Heusedto be the world heavyweight champion, but he retired the year I decided to go pro; we didn’t want to fight each other, neither of us would’ve had the heart to fight the way it needed to be fought, so Bobby stepped down and I stepped up.

That belt has been inourgym for a decade.

Despite my semi-occasional recreational drug use – that’s becoming less and lessoccasional,and more whenever-the-fuck-I-feel-like-getting-high – I still do my own circuits at home; chin-ups, pushups, plyos, calisthenics, so I haven’t lost a whole lot of what I had.

Working out is basically all I do all day. That, and drinking.

Goth girl’s hips press toward mine to remind me she’s here. Pushing back, I elicit a sexy little groan from the back of her throat, and return the sound when she sucks on my tongue and pulls me close.

Lifting her leg and resting it against my hip, she has my hand coming down in an instant to cup her ass and balance her. Sliding my hand alongher ass cheek, I groan when I find nothing but bare flesh, and as my hand slides further around,finallyfinding the tiny scrap of lace, I smile into her mouth and slam my hips against hers.

Yes, please.

Feathering her hands across my stomach and under my shirt, her fingertips explore my abs, then my chest, then using her other hand, she takes mine and slides it down, down, down… and under her skirt.

Yes, fucking, please.

Sliding my hand between her legs, then my fingers beneath the scrap of lace, I smile at the wet flesh revealed, only to freeze at the smooth metal ball. “Holy shit.”

“Ohhh,” she groans and bucks her hips forward.

“You’re pierced?”

“Mmhmm.”

Tapping the metal over her clit, I pull her lip between my teeth and bite until she groans. “Does that make it feel better?”

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