Page 3 of Say I'm Yours, Firecracker

I sunk my teeth into his white dress shirt, uncaring of the possible damage. Clamping down I let out a howl of pleasure as he made sure to take every drop of my rapture. Muscles locked, I couldn't hold on anymore from the shaking orgasm he ripped from me.

“Fuck woman.” He grunted as he followed me over the cliff. We both stayed there, breaths heavy, muscles sore, and completely spent. Him holding me against the wall, his body blocked most of the traffic back here.

“Let me get you cleaned up.” He said, his voice still gravely with sex. He helped me unwind my legs from around his waist, sliding his cock free, and set me back on my feet.

“I can handle a little cum, pretty boy.”

“A little?” He said, running his fingers through the mess I’d made on my thighs. The roughness of the calloused pads of his fingers had me shivering. Which wasn’t good. I needed to move before this guy could give me his name.

I mourned his dick–because let me be honest, it was a good ride–while I pulled my tank top back across my breasts and pushed my skirt back down around my thighs. He removed the condom and tucked himself away then took a deep breath.

“No. No.” I said, placing a finger against his soft puffy lips. “I don’t do names.”

His eyes went wide, and he parted his lips, but I skirted around him and made for the ladies room.

Safely locked in a stall I cleaned myself up the best I could. Panic set in after the adrenaline wore off. It was a crash of epic proportions.

After all of the teasing and the flirting, I had him. Another pleasurable ride. I had no way to contact him, it’s the way I liked it. The way Ineededit, but now? With his cum dripping out of me, fear planted itself inside of my every pore.

Fuck.

Letting off steam with my best friends was my favorite high. Especially at our local club Dusk ‘Til Dawn. We’d been working hard for our current clients. Haven Macemore, country super star, and Adrian Scott, hotel mogul.

It still felt like a fever dream I’d wake up from.

Haven was everything I could have hoped for. She was sweet, and down to earth. I’d loved working with her, especially since I’d been fangirling over her for years.

Her wedding was going to be the best thing we’d ever put together. Bellamy, my best friend and partner at Fixin’ To I Do, finally agreed to a girls night out. Even though Xavier, the third to our trio, is a man he’s always been a part of our crew.

I was wearing my favorite skimpy dress, with my louboutin heels. I felt powerful and sexy, especially after the last time I was here.

A waitress came by as we were sitting down and I ordered for us. “Rum and coke, lemon drop martini, and I’ll have a Jameson.” We had a lot to discuss.

Bellamy was in a new relationship, which shocked the hell out of her, but not me. I knew the moment she saw Aaron that they had a connection.

“Now dish, playa!” I said, leaning back in the seat trying not to look up toward the VIP lounge, where I knewhewould be.

As she told us about her date and how wonderful it went, other than a little hiccup with another woman, our drinks had arrived. Along with the sleazy guy who had been attempting to dance with me all night.

Xavier was usually the best buffer, but seated at this angle all he could do was tell the sleaze to fuck off.

We downed our drinks and set off for the dance floor, music blasted from invisible speakers, lights flashed and sweat rolled down my back as we danced and laughed. My feet started to hurt, and my head was already fuzzy. I couldn’t remember the last time a drink had hit me this hard, this fast.

Xavier secured shots and we headed back to our table. Where we could be as loud as we wanted and talked about all the things we hadn’t had time to catch up on. I was flying, soaring above the clouds when a hand clamped down on my arm and Bellamy swore.

“Take your hand off her, now.” She said, her voice deadly.

I was trying, and failing, to sober up as the sleaze ball attempted to jerk me out of the booth. I yelped as my hip connected to the corner of our table.

The dark club was made even darker when two large shadows fell over our table.

“Unhand the lady.” The man with Aaron had a deep rasp that sounded like the reaper himself. “She was just leaving with her friends,” he continued. “Weren’t you, love?”

My eyes widened, fear tasted sour on my tongue. It was the sexy as fuck guy from the balcony. He was dressed in black slacks, and a white button down, cuffs crisp and dripping wealth.

“No, she and I were about to have some fun.” The man's hand clamped harder around my wrist and I might have whimpered. I couldn’t tell, I had drunk one drink but my head was already fuzzy. All I knew was he was hurting me, and this big, gorgeous man that I’d fucked in this very club was standing over me, calling me ‘love’.

My mystery man threw a meaty hand at the man who had clamped down on my wrist. Blood poured from his nose and over his lips, but his grip didn’t loosen.

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