Dangerous Stranger (Beautiful Entourage #4) (22 page)

That smug grin stretched a million times wider. “You think you can handle him, sweetheart?”

“Now I know why you’re so cocky all the time—no pun intended.”

“I’m a real man—unlike all those other boys out there.”

I gripped his hips and pulled him closer to me while I sat at the edge of the bed. “Shut up. You’re annoying.”

His eyes darkened as he watched the tip of his cock come close to my mouth.

I gripped the base then licked the tip.

He took a deep breath. “Baby, you’re fucking good at that.”

I sucked him then deep-throated him as far as I could. My gag reflex wanted to go off but I fought it.

“Whoa…you don’t have to prove anything to me.” He gripped my neck and rocked his hips as he moved into my mouth. But he didn’t move fast. Otherwise he might choke me. “Fuck, that feels good.”

I pulled him out so I could get some air and sucked his tip. Then I took him far into my throat again.

His head rolled back and he groaned in pleasure. “Sweetheart, that feels fucking amazing but I’m not going to last much longer if you keep proving how well you can suck big dick.”

I pulled him out then pressed a gentle kiss to his head. “As long as I made my point.”

“You did—a million times over.” He wrapped one arm around my waist then scooted me up the bed as he remained over me. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment.”

“That’s pretty hot.”

“Did you ever touch yourself and think about me?” He pressed his forehead to mine as his hands moved between my legs and he inserted two fingers inside me, making sure I was ready.

“Would you judge me if I said yes?”

“Not at all.” He pulled his fingers out then licked them. “You’re fucking soaked.”

“I wonder why.” I grabbed his shaft and gave him long, even strokes.

His breathing increased and he opened his nightstand to grab a condom. When he had it, he ripped it open with his teeth.

I snatched it then threw it on the ground. “I’m on the pill.”

“Oh, thank god,” he said blurted. “I fucking hate condoms.” He moved my legs over his shoulders then leaned over me. Our bodies were pressed tightly together. I was pinned on the bed and his face was pressed to mine.

I hated condoms too. And I didn’t want to wear one with a man I was monogamous with.

He directed his head at my entrance then slid inside. He took it slow because my body had to stretch for him. But the stretch felt so good. I’d never felt so full. I didn’t think my body could handle him if he was any bigger.

“You doing okay, sweetheart?”

My fingers dug into his hair. “Oh yeah…”

He kept moving until he was completely inside me. “Holy shit, you’re tight.”

“You just have a big dick, Jett.”

He didn’t laugh or seem amused. His eyes were covered in a haze. He rocked into me slowly, his face pressed close to mine. He kissed me as he dug one hand into my hair.

Every time he moved into me it felt amazing. I groaned as he thrust into me, giving me all of him every time. “Jett…”

“I love it when you say my name, sweetheart.” He breathed hard as he moved into me but he remained gentle, touching me delicately.

My hands moved into his hair while I looked him in the eye. “I love you.” I felt the words burn in my heart and stretched to the rest of my body. He was my best friend and the person I trusted more than anyone else. What we had was special and different. And it may not have happened if we met under a different circumstance.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

Our lovemaking was just like my dream. He touched me like he loved me, not needing to say the words to prove it, and judging the way he held me I knew he would never hurt me. We were two pieces of the same soul, two branches from the same tree.

He moved into me harder than rocked his body so he rubbed against my clitoris as he did it. “I’m going to make you come. If you scream, my landlord will kick me out. But I really don’t care.”

I was never a screamer but as I felt the sensation burn deep inside me I realized how wrong I was. My nails moved to his back and I held on as the explosion shattered me. “Jett…Jett…”

He slammed into me harder and made the pleasure last as long as possible. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

“Because I’m saying your name.”

“That might have something to do with it.” He brushed his lips passed mine then kissed my forehead. “Can I come inside you?”

“Please do.” I grabbed his hips and used them to rock into him from below. I sheathed him over and over, doing most of the work. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

“Fuck…” He tensed under my grasp and released a loud moan as he exploded. He sheathed himself completely as he came, filling me with his hot seed. I could feel the warmth deep inside me.

He stayed on top of me long after he finished, recovering from the pleasure we both felt. “This is mine.” He moved his hips, his semi-hard dick sliding inside me.

“And this is mine.” I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me.

“I’m glad we got that straightened out.” Without pulling out of me, he moved to his side and took me with him. He pulled me tight against his body then hooked my legs around his waist. “Sleep with me every night—for at least two weeks.”

“I’ll clear my schedule.”

“Or forever—whatever one you prefer.”

Jett

“Now look who’s a pussy.” Troy laughed before he took a drink. “You’re whipped harder than all of us combined.”

I shrugged in guilt. “I like being whipped.”

“You’re a sucker just like the rest of us,” Rhett noted.

“Are we done with this now?” I asked.

“Nope,” Cato said. “You teased me mercilessly. It’s payback time, bitch.”

All the guys laughed.

“You’ll be next, River,” Troy said. “Just wait and see.”

River drank his beer. “I hope so. It’s ironic, isn’t it? I’m the only one who’s actually wanted to settle down but I haven’t.”

“You’ll find her,” Rhett said. “She’s just around the corner somewhere.”

“I don’t know,” River said. “Maybe she’ll turn up when I stop looking for her. That seems to be what happened to you clowns.”

“You can give it a shot,” I said.

“So, when’s she going to be here?” Cato asked as he looked at his watch.

“She just got off work so she’ll be here soon.” The guys hadn’t met Ophelia and they hadn’t really seen her. They caught a glimpse of her in the bar when she caught Cameron cheating on her. But it was dark and everything happened so fast.

“I wonder if she’s really as hot as you say,” River said.

“She is,” I said. “But you better not say it. I’ll have to kill you.”

River laughed and rolled his eyes at the same time.

The door to the bar opened and a pretty brunette walked inside. She wore a champagne pink dress with a black cardigan. Black stilettos were on her feet and her hair was in a high, slick ponytail.

“There she is,” I said.

All the guys turned.

“Don’t make it obvious!”

“Too late.” River sipped his beer while he stared at her legs.

I growled then slid out of the booth.

Ophelia spotted me then smiled. Then she came my way.

I loved it when she smiled at me. It was the most beautiful thing in the world. “Hey, sweetheart. How was work?”

“Terrible because I was away from you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss.

I pulled her flush against my chest and kissed her hard. I wanted to devour her right then and there.

Ophelia pulled away then noticed the guys staring at her. “Uh…hi.”

“Can you stop gawking at my girlfriend?” I said with a growl.

The guys pretended they weren’t staring.

“Ophelia, these are the guys. Guys, this is Ophelia.”

She smiled then shook hands with each of them. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You got a sister?” River asked.

“A gay brother,” she said.

“Well, if he’s as hot as you I might give it a shot.”

I shot River a glare.

“What?” he asked in innocence. “You kept saying how hot she was. Of course I’m going to check her out.”

Ophelia blushed and smiled at the same time.

At least she was a good sport about it.
“I’m sorry about them.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “They’re cute.”

“Cute?” I asked.

River smiled. “You hear that, boys? She thinks we’re cute.”

“Well, we are,” Troy said. “Look at us.”

“Now I know where you get your cockiness from,” Ophelia noted.

“No, I get my cockiness from my dick. You know that too well.”

She smacked my arm playfully.

“Can I get you a drink?” I asked.

“A beer is fine.”

“Coming right up. Take a seat.” I headed to the bar then got her something on tap. When I returned to the table River had his arm around her and he was talking to her in a deep conversation.

“If we could make a computer that could download our memories and thoughts, we could live forever as a machine,” River said. “Wouldn’t that be amazing?”

“It would,” she agreed.

“Okay…enough of that.” I pushed his arm off her then placed mine instead.

“I was just making sure no one snatched her while you were gone,” River said with a wink.

“I’m sure,” I said sarcastically.

“So, are you a model?” Toy blurted.

“No,” Ophelia said quietly. “I work in fashion.”

“She’s a chief editor,” I said proudly. “She’s smart, she’s cute, and she’s got style.”

Ophelia gave me a quick smile.

“And she’s got a tight pussy, apparently,” Cato said.

I shot him a glare. Of course I told my boys about the sex. But they weren’t supposed to mention it.

“But that’s a really important quality,” Ophelia said as she played along.

I shot her a smile. “I’m glad you agree.”

“Jett’s favorite thing to do is kiss. He’s says it’s better and more intimate than sex.” She shot me a victorious look.

“Really?” Troy turned to me. “You really are a pussy.”

“Payback is a bitch, huh?” Ophelia said with a smirk.

I rubbed my nose against hers. “I guess we’re even.”

“So, I’ve always wanted to know this,” Cato said. “Is he really gay? Because when he was pretending to be gay he was pretty convincing…”

“Shut up, asshole.” I kicked him under the table.

“He fooled me,” she said. “Especially when I changed in front of him in the dressing room.”

River chuckled. “What a dog.”

“He really was,” Ophelia agreed.

“You really can’t blame me,” I said. “With an ass like that what am I supposed to do? Close my eyes?”

“Yes,” she said. “That’s exactly what you should have done.”

“Then I really would have been a pussy, “I said.

“Like you aren’t now,” she jabbed.

River laughed. “I like her. She’s like one of the guys.”

“You did good.” Troy clanked his beer against mine.

“I’ll drink to that.” Rhett moved his glass in, and soon we were all joining in.

Then I turned to Ophelia. “I think you’re in.”

“You were stuck with me whether I was or not.” She gave me a playful look before she kissed me sensually.

My hand moved to her thigh and I kissed her harder, wishing we were home.

“Okay, enough of that,” Rhett said.

“Like you aren’t jerking off under the table,” Troy said.

“I am,” River said. “I’m not ashamed.”

I continued to kiss her, knowing I’d found the woman to share my life with. We didn’t find each other in a traditional way, but that didn’t decrease the love we had for each other.

Actually, it made it stronger.