Page 17 of The Hard Hitter

“Now you do,” I say and gesture to the little boys’ room, a suggestion for him to disappear. He shoves the door open and darts inside.

I wait a moment longer, and the girls’ room door finally creaks open. Sam sucks in a fast breath when she sees me standing there.

“What…what are you doing, Zander?” She looks up and down the hall, but it’s only the two of us.

“Hanging out in the hall and making sure you’re safe.”

She stands up a bit straighter and squares her shoulders. “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

“And why would you want to do that when I can take care of you?” I ask as I step into her, crowd her with my frame—test her. The heat arcing between our bodies is enough to generate a week’s worth of electricity and light up the club in a blackout.

Her breathing changes, and the hunger in her eyes fucks me over. “I told you we can’t. I don’t want—”

“Tell me you don’t want this,” I say, and grab her hands and put them over her head. I pin her to the wall and put my lips near her ear, all the while gauging her reactions. I won’t do anything she doesn’t want, and while she’s saying one thing, the heat in her eyes tells a different story. And goddammit, I want to help her push past her inhibitions, give her what she wants. “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you right here, where anyone could walk by and see us.”

“Oh, God,” she says.

“Tell me you don’t want my cock inside you again, fucking you so hard you can’t even remember your name.” Her entire body quivers beneath me and her lips part, an invitation I’m not about to ignore. “How about I take you into that bathroom, and bend you over the sink, and give it to you hot and dirty?”

“Jesus,” she murmurs, as I close my mouth over hers, kiss her deeply.

The sound of a bathroom door opening registers in my brain, and while I know she likes it dirty, I’m not about to expose her to anyone. That talk was for stimulation purposes only. I tug her to me, push through the little girls’ room door, and lock it behind me.

Once inside, I step back and take in her rapid-fire breathing, the way her chest is expanding and tightening. I want her on her knees, I want that sweet mouth wrapped around my hard cock, but I’m not about to shove her down here, on the bathroom floor in a dingy club. We both might like it rough and dirty, but her well-being is important to me, and the gentleman in me knows where to draw the line.

Later though, when I get her back to her place, she’ll go to her knees for me, take me deeper than before.

“Take your pants down, bend over that sink, and show me that hot little pussy of yours.”

“Zander,” she says, breathlessly.

“Did you think I was asking, Sam?” I open my pants and take my cock into my hand. Her gaze drops, and her eyes go wide as I stroke myself. “You want this?” I ask. Her head nods, and I’m not even sure she realizes she’s doing it. “Good, then do as I say, and I’ll fuck you like you need to be fucked.”

She gulps and steps back. For a second I think she’s about to run, deny her needs, but then her hand goes to her jeans. The hiss of the zipper is music to my ears as she opens her pants, and wiggles them down.

“Don’t takes them off. Just to your knees.” She does as I want and then turns around, bending herself over the sink. I step up to her, loving the way her legs are locked together, her pussy on display, and sink a finger inside her.

6

Sam

What the ever-loving hell am I doing?

Quinn didn’t tell me Zander was going to be here tonight. If she had, I never would have come.

But oh, I’m so glad I did.

I move against his invading finger and lift my head, catch the intensity in his gaze as he stares back at me in the mirror. Our eyes lock, hold as I move my hips, take—crave—everything he’s willing to give me. There is a part of me that registers the truth here. Zander likes me like this, is encouraging me to unleash with him, but that wanton, dirty part of my mind is at war with the daughter of a minister. Although I can’t think about that right now, not when he’s fucking me in a public bathroom, and fulfilling one of my many dirty fantasies.

“Did you know my sister was going to set you up with a nice guy tonight, Sam?” he asks, his voice hard, tight, maybe even a little jealous, as he plunges another finger into me.

I swallow and work to find my voice as my pleasure skyrockets. I grip the sinker harder, and my knuckles turn white as I hang on for the filthiest fuck of my life.

“I had a feeling. She’s always trying to set me up,” I manage to get out.

“Do you want me to stop fucking you with my fingers so you can go find Todd?”

He says Todd like it’s left a bad taste on his tongue. Speaking of tongues…he’s so good with his, and I can’t deny I want it on my body again—one part in particular.

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