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.
“No, I don’t want that.”
He scissors his fingers inside me, and every last inhibition I have melts away. I moan and give myself over to him.
“You don’t really want a nice guy, do you? One who’s going to be sweet and vanilla with you?”
I swallow, and his fingers still inside me.
“Answer me.”
“No,” I blurt out.
“What do you want?”
“I want you, Zander. I want a guy who’s going to do and say filthy things to me.”
“Then why did you run away?”
I tear my gaze away and glance down at the sink, suddenly unable to meet his stare in the mirror. “I shouldn’t want this,” I answer honestly, a niggle of guilt creeping back in. “It’s…wrong.”
He cups my chin, lifts it until we’re eye to eye in the mirror again. I gulp at the raw need staring back.
“There is nothing wrong with what we’re doing. You should never be embarrassed by your needs, Sam. Not with me.” His finger moves inside me again. His brow furrows, like he’s remembering something. “I’m not sure who fucked you up in the past, but you’re with me now, and seeing you let go and offer yourself up to me so I can fuck you hard is the sexiest thing in the world.”
A measure of bliss races through me, his words bolstering my confidence and tamping down the guilt. He plunges his fingers in and out of me, so hard and beautiful, it’s almost impossible to think.
“Now tell me this is wrong, and I’ll stop.”
I shake my head and my hair falls into my face. “No.”
Zander grips my long strands, tugs hard until my chin is up again. I moan at the pleasure. “No what?”
“It’s not wrong.”
With that, he pulls a condom from his pocket and drops to his knees. He grips my thighs with his big hands and tugs, opening my hot sex to him. His warm tongue glides over my damp lips, centers on my clit, hits it with lashing strikes that steals the oxygen from my lungs. I try to move, spread for him, but my legs are bound by my jeans and that comes with its own excitement. He eats at me until I’m quivering, delirious to feel his fat cock stretching me open.
“I want your dick,” I say, and he chuckles between my legs. I grin at that, loving that he likes when I talk dirty too.
“Do you now?” he asks and climbs up my body, putting his mouth to my ear.
“Yes.”
He shoves his thumb into my mouth. “Show me how you’re going to suck it later, when I get you back to your place.”
I close my lips around his thumb, and he watches in the mirror. My lids shut and I work his thumb, moaning in bliss, until his cock is pulsing against my backside, clamoring to get into my tight opening. I wiggle, trying to tease him, and he pulls his finger from my mouth.
“Let me suck it now,” I say, and don’t miss the pleading tone in my voice.
“Not here. I don’t want you on this floor,” he says and, oddly enough, his consideration fills me with warmth. He likes it dirty, too, but he has standards, cares about my well-being. Damn, a girl could get used to a guy like that.
“I need in here,” he says, and shoves his tip into my tight opening. With my legs locked together, I have no idea how he’s going to get in, but once he does it’s going to be mind-blowing.
He puts a hand around my waist and cradles my stomach. With a little pull, I go lower and brace the side of my face on the edge of the sink. The cool porcelain feels glorious against my hot flesh. Some small working brain cell reminds me Quinn is waiting for me, could possibly come looking for me.
“What if someone comes?” I say, but it turns to a moan as he gives me an inch, and then another, and oh my God the guy has so many glorious inches to give.
“That’s the plan, Sam.” His voice is deep, tortured, and knowing I can make him sound like that turns me on even more. I rear back, and take more of him, before he’s offered it, and he growls and slaps my ass.
“Don’t move.”
I whimper and want to challenge him, but I’m too afraid he’ll stop, so I go perfectly still and let him feed me his cock. I gasp as he seats himself so high, he’s against my cervix, and plunging deeper. But I want it harder, I want to ache inside.
“Fuck me, Zander,” I cry out. “Fuck me with that beautiful fat cock of yours.”
“Jesus,” he murmurs, and I blink my eyes, a little shocked at my bluntness, to be honest. I’m not sure what it is about this man, but he can sure bring out the dirty girl in me. He inches almost all the way out and slams in so hard, my back teeth clench.
“Yesss…” I hiss. He does it again and again and again, his balls slapping against my legs and his dick filling me to the hilt. One hand snakes around my body and strokes my swollen clit, and just like that I’m freefalling from the cliff.
I open my mouth to scream his name, but the intense pleasure steals my words. I catch his eye in the mirror, my mouth in the shape of an O, as he continues to pound, drawing out my pleasure. His face contorts, and I love the way he unleashes, not at all embarrassed or ashamed of his needs. He curls into me and throws his head back as he releases high inside me. Once he’s drained, he falls over my back, his hot breaths ticking my flesh as we both gasp for air.
He slides a hand between my chin and the sink, pillowing my face, and my pulse leaps at the sweet gesture. He’s a wild man in the bedroom, but he’s also a really considerate guy. I could get use to that.
No, no, don’t go there. This is sex and nothing more, and that’s just what you want. Hot, dirty sex with a bad boy.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers against my skin. He stands and lifts me with him. His hands slide around my body, cup my full breasts through my shirt and give a little squeeze.
“I haven’t spent enough time here,” he says. “Christ, I never even got you out of your shirt, but no worries. Next time, I’m going to slide my cock right in between them.”
I moan. “If you keep that up, we’ll never get out of this bathroom.”
He chuckles, and the breath of air pushes my hair into my face. He pulls it back and says, “I’m okay with that.”
“Quinn must be wondering what happened to us.”
He sighs. “Yeah, we should get back.”
He disappears into the bathroom stall, comes back with some tissue and wipes me clean. I stand there for a second, just staring at him.
“Sam?” he asks. “You okay?”
“Sure,” I say, although I’m not sure I’ll ever be okay again. This guy is so incredibly sweet, it’s like Cupid’s arrow to the heart, but no matter what, I can’t—won’t—fall for him. Cripes, I’d only end up screwing things up, anyway.
I tug my pants up and check myself in the mirror. “Crap,” I say.
“What?”
“I look like I’ve just has sex in the bathroom.”
He steps into me, presses his chest to my back. “You kind of did.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want the world to know it.”
He frowns for a second, then his forehead smooths out. “You’re right. Quinn would read more into this.”
“We can’t let her know or think there’s anything between us.”
“You’re right.”
I wave my hand in front of the paper towel until it spits out a brown sheet. I do it a couple more times until I have enough. I run cold water and wet the paper, then put it to my cheeks to wash away the heat from my post-orgasm bliss. Once my skin has returned to its normal color, I pull a comb from my purse to fix my hair and then apply a thick layer of lipstick.
“Beautiful,” Zander says.
I turn to face him, and my heart nearly stalls. Honest to God, he’s the nicest-looking man I’ve ever set eyes on, and I can’t believe I just has sex with him in the bathroom. Amazing sex.
I want more.
“We should go,” I say.
He nods, unlocks the door—and when we exit, we find a lineup of women.
“Oh,” some blonde girl says to Zander. “I didn’t realize you were in there.” The girl shifts her gaze to me and gives me a once-over.
Yeah, okay, I get it. I don’t look like her. Bleached blonde and rail thin. I like to have a sandwich or a microwave dinner every now and then. I’m guessing I’m not Zander’s regular type, but from the way he just took me in the bathroom, he doesn’t seem to have a problem with that. Still, I can’t help but wonder about the attraction between us. He said he’s not about to bring a woman into Daisy’s life. Since I’m not his normal type, maybe he’s not worried he’s going to fall for me
That thought shouldn’t bother me. I mean, I don’t want more either.
He puts his hand on the small of my back and guides me to the pool table.
“Sam, what happened to you? I was about to send out a search party,” Quinn says and pulls me in for a hug. I hug her back and when we break apart, her head is cocked, her eyes narrowed. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say and rake my hand through my hair.
“We were just discussing Daisy,” Zander fibs. “Let’s play pairs.” He turns his attention to the table, and I don’t miss the exchange between him and Jonah. I’ve met Quinn’s husband a time or two in passing but I don’t really know him.
“Hey Sam,” Quinn begins. “Zander told me you made the best cherry pie he’s ever tasted.” She crinkles her nose in distaste. “I prefer my cherries fresh. I don’t love them cooked.”
“I’ll take my cherries any way I get them,” Zander says, his gaze flashing to mine, and I get the sense we’re not really talking about pie or food anymore.
Jonah racks the balls, and he has a smirk on his face like he knows exactly what went down in the bathroom. Oh, God, just thinking about Zander going down is doing the most ridiculous things to my body. It’s been over a year since I had sex, and my damn body is letting me know that Zander is the best thing that’s ever happened to it.
I step around Quinn, who is watching me carefully, and grab a cue. The guys flip a coin, and Zander breaks the balls. “We’re high,” he says to me. He’s not wrong. I’m still flying high after that incredible orgasm from minutes ago.
“Wine?” Zander asks as he steps up to me.
“No, I’ll have what you’re all having.”
He gestures the waitress to bring another round, and I accept the bottle.
“Cheers,” Zander says, heat in his eyes as we clink bottles.
His throat works as he swallows, and I can’t seem to take my eye off his hands, or stop thinking about the way he touched me. Good God, he’s turning me into a nymphomaniac. For a second I think about introducing him to my dad, who is a big hockey fan. He’d love that, but I wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea about us.
My turn comes around, and naturally I miss the shot. I never spent much time in pool halls growing up. We play a bit longer, and Zander wins the game for us.
“I wasn’t much help,” I say, and his hand brushes mine. Little sparks of electricity dance along my nerve endings and settle deep between my legs. Jonah sets the balls up again, and this time the guys play, leaving Quinn and I to chat.
We move back from the table and slide onto the plush stools. “So have you checked out the server, Todd?”
Todd.
I remember the disdain in his voice when Zander mentioned the setup. “I haven’t really had a chance,” I say. “Besides, I told you. I’m off men and not interested in a relationship. I have a business to concentrate on.”
“Oh, come on. You’re young and deserve some fun, and who said anything about a relationship? Sex is sex, Sam. A vibrator can only do so much.”
Truth. And now I’m pretty sure my vibrator isn’t going to cut it anymore.
She waves Todd over, and I inwardly cringe. My gaze shoots to Zander, and I note the way his eyes have gone lethal as the other man approaches. Jonah says something to him, and he tears his gaze away to respond.
“Todd,” Quinn says. “This is my friend Sam that I told you about. Sam, Todd is studying to be an audiologist. He works here part time.”
I glance up at Todd, with his blond hair and blue eyes. He’s tall, like Zander, but he lacks that air of authority, the dominant nature the one they call the Hard Hitter exudes.
Not wanting to be rude, I hold my hand out. “Nice to meet you, Todd. An audiologist. That’s impressive.”
“So is what you do.” He shifts the tray. “What drew you to the field?”
I’m about to give my usual answer, one that has nothing to do with my own speech troubles when younger, but someone from the bar calls out to him.
“Work calls,” he says. “Do you mind if I get your number from Quinn? Maybe we can continue this conversation over dinner sometime.”
Before I can answer, the bartender calls him again, and he shakes his head. “Talk soon,” he says, and disappears.
“Well, what do you think?” Quinn asks, her eyes wide, hopeful. “He’s cute, right?”
“He’s cute,” I say, and let my gaze wander to Zander. Tall, dark…powerful. A fine shiver goes through me. Zander sets his cue aside and walks up to us. His jaw is clenched, hard, and I swear he’s going to snap something.
He yawns as Jonah moves in beside Quinn. “I think I’ll call it a night. It’s been a long week,” Zander says.
From the corner of my eye, I catch Jonah about to say something, but he stops when Quinn elbows him in the gut. He lets loose a breath, and I don’t miss the silent exchange between the two.
Is Quinn on to us? I’m thinking no, otherwise she wouldn’t have introduced me to Todd, right?
“I’m tired too,” I say. “I’m going to grab a cab.”
“You didn’t bring your car?” Quinn asks.
“No, it’s in need of repairs and making some clunking sound, so I thought it was better not to take it. Plus, I’m a lightweight,” I say, holding up my empty beer bottle. The alcohol has already started to affect me. I can’t blame liquid courage on my behavior in the bathroom though. Nope, not even a drop had hit my lips and I was dropping my pants for Zander.
“I can drive you home,” Zander says. “It’s no problem.”
“If you’re sure,” I say. “I don’t want to put you out.”
He scrubs his chin, but I can see his grin beneath his hand. We both know when we get to my place, I’m definitely going to put out, over and over again.