Southern Seduction (19 page)

And she does.

She lets go of everything and just lives. Lives in this moment with him. She allows her body to take control. Her hands claw up his back as she returns his fierce kiss while moaning and whimpering into his mouth. His hands are ravenous all over her skin, and they continue to give and take from each other in the form of teeth clashing and tongues entangling. His hands move to her hips, lifting her higher against his body. Her legs wrap around his waist as she grinds herself against him. She has been longing and yearning for this body for so long.
Forever
.

His erection pushes hard into her belly as he presses her against the wall of the bathroom. An animalistic growl falls from his mouth. A myriad of intense sensations course through her veins as she shifts her body, rubbing his hard shaft against her clit. He turns their bodies and places her ass on the bathroom sink, her legs still locked around his waist like a vise. Her arms claw into his shoulder blades as she sucks on his tongue and bites at his bottom lip.

“Daniella,”
he groans against her kissed-swollen lips.

“
Yes,”
she whispers like a prayer.

Yes to him.

Yes to being in his arms.

Yes to feeling him inside of her.

Yes to
everything.

And he agrees. He wants this just as much as she does.

He sucks a quivering breast into his mouth, licking along her nipple and making her greedy for more. Her hands fumble with his belt and fly, springing his hard cock free. The only thing standing in their way is the wet cotton boxers she’s still wearing. With two swift tears, Penn rips them open. Her ass keeps them in place on the bathroom sink, the torn ends hanging dejectedly off the bathroom counter.

Two thick fingers slide inside of her and he finds her wet, clenching, and ready. He raises his head, taking her mouth again, and the tip of his shaft pushes inside of her. Moans and whimpers and unintelligible words spill from her lips as her nails scratch down his back, urging him on. Her ravenous need is all the motivation he requires to rear his hips back and drive forward, burying his cock inside of her in one fluid stroke. His large girth hits every single nerve ending on the way in, causing her head to fall back against the bathroom mirror, exposing the delicate line of her neck to his starving mouth. His tongue swipes along her collarbone, his lips sucking along her thrumming pulse.

This isn’t a slow and sweet lovemaking. This is raw, animalistic fucking. The kind of fucking that happens after bottling up emotions for far too long. The kind of fucking that occurs after sexual tension and attraction finally take over.

A frantic, frenzied mating.

They push the boundaries of pleasure and pain with each hard thrust of his cock and each piercing bite of her teeth into the flesh of his skin. They are lost in each other. Lost in the undeniable need, the insatiable lust, and the unequivocal want for one another. They are starved, both longing to relive their first and last intimate moment together. The one and only time they were able to give in to their desires.

With only a few swift thrusts, he is bringing her near the edge. And after a few rough, heavy strokes of his cock, her pussy clenches around him in rhythmic waves as she finds herself in a fever pitch of ecstasy. He follows quickly behind, thrusting hard and fast. Her glazed-over eyes and euphoric expression push him over the brink. He buries his cock inside of her, emptying himself with intensity. Her pussy continues to pulse around him, prolonging his release with each intense clench around his shaft.

Her erratic breathing bounces off the bathroom walls, filling the silent room with evidence of what they just did. Penn’s head rests against her shoulder as his member continues to twitch inside of her. He starts to pull away, but she locks her legs around his waist, keeping them sealed together in the most intimate way.

“
Not yet
,” she whispers as she buries her face in the crook of his neck. Daniella is desperate to hold on to the moment, never wanting to let it go again. Never wanting to go back to the way things were before.

He smiles against her shoulder and realizes he never got to say all of the things she needs to hear, the words she deserves to hear. He leans back while two large hands cup her face, bringing her gorgeous russet eyes to his. “You have far too much attitude and feistiness than anyone your size should be allowed to have.” His eyes smile down at her. “But your stubbornness and feistiness and wildly free spirit is what makes you so fucking perfect in my eyes,” he says as he rubs a thumb across her cheekbone. “I love you, Daniella.”

Her eyes fill with tears and her vision blurs at those words. Those three words she never thought she would hear from him. The only three words she has ever wanted.

“I’ll never forgive myself for what happened three years ago, but I’m hoping you’ll let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” His cerulean orbs stare down at her with such warmth, such genuine love, and her lips crest into a smile before she’s even able to process what he just said.

“I love you too, Penn,” she murmurs through her joyous tears.

“I’m really glad because I’m hoping that will keep you from getting pissed at what I’m about to do.”

Her brow rises questioningly as her eyes scan his face for a clue.

He leans down and softly says into her ear, “You’re fired.”

She doesn’t think about her tuition dilemma. The only reaction his words spur from her is laughter. Loud, boisterous giggles pour from her lips as two hands fist his shirt, drawing his mouth to hers. She kisses him hard and rough on the lips before leaning back and staring into his eyes with a serious expression on her face.

“Did you just fire me while your cock is still inside of me?”

He nods with a sly grin on his perfect lips. “And I’m paying for your tuition.”

Her petite fingers grab his chin, the stubble tickling her skin. “And I’m paying you back for my tuition once I graduate.”

“Are you negotiating a loan with me while my cock is still inside of you?” he questions with amusement.

“
Yes.”

“You’re gonna have to start learning to do lots of things while I’m buried inside of your sweet pussy,” he tells her with a wicked grin.

A questioning eyebrow rises in his direction. “Oh really?”

He nods while palming her ass and carrying her out of the bathroom. She can already feel him getting hard again. Penn carries her into the bedroom and lies back on the bed, her legs straddling his waist.

“Saddle up, darlin’. It’s time you show me your pole dance routine.”

She glances around the room curiously. “I don’t see a pole.”

He grips her waist tightly as he lifts her up and down his thick member in two slow movements. “
My pole
, sweetheart.”

Daniella’s laughter turns to moans as he thrusts inside of her, his large hands palming her breasts. Her head falls back and she finally takes control, showing Penn just how skilled she is at pole dancing.

“I’m heading out for the night, Penn,” Grant announces as he grabs his ball cap from the end of the bar and slides it onto his buzzed head. A tiny smirk raises the corner of his mouth.

Penn cocks his head to the side, quietly questioning his current expression. “All right…” He pauses as he observes the full-on smile that has now taken over the new owner of Wild Night’s face. “What’s going on? Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

Grant chuckles as he strides for the doors. “Night!” he shouts before leaving.

“What the hell?” Penn mutters to himself as he continues to stare at the closed door. He shakes his head in incredulity and proceeds to finish locking up the club for the night.

Sundays are a nice change of pace from the normal late-night hours of Wild Nights. Yeah, midnight isn’t exactly early, but it’s a hell of a lot better than four in the morning. Surprisingly he’s the last one in the club. This almost never happens. Generally, there are at least a few stragglers hanging around for a good hour after closing time.

This is kind of bullshit.
He’s not even the owner anymore. Penn signed over Wild Nights to Grant earlier that day but agreed to hang around for the next few months to help with the transition. Obviously, he should have been the first one to leave, not the last. A barking laugh escapes Penn’s throat as he finishes up the nightly checks and ensures that all of the menial side work has been completed.

The club is dark. The only lights remaining are the small dim lights behind the bar and a single spotlight hovering over the main stage.
Damnit, Jack,
he thinks to himself. Jack handles all of the music and lighting for the club and he should have remembered to turn everything off before cutting loose for the night. Penn walks in the direction of the light switch board and makes a mental note to ream Jack’s ass tomorrow.

“Stop right there, Mr. Wilder,” a voice echoes over the speakers. He knows that voice. Penn looks around the room, his eyes focusing on the DJ booth, trying to find the one woman who is always on his mind. The one woman he cares about more than anything. The only woman he’s ever loved.

The DJ booth is empty.

Penn places his hands on his hips and glances around the club in confusion.

“You need to take a seat…
Stage front,
” Daniella says from the wireless microphone Jack so kindly rigged for her before he left for the night. She’s dressed to impress and prepared to bring Penn to his knees.
She’s going to rock his fucking world.

His mouth goes slack-jawed as her voice resonates in the room. It’s low and sultry, and it already has him getting hard in anticipation. He continues to stand rooted to his spot, looking inquisitively towards the stage.

“Stage front.
Now,”
her demanding voice rings out.

Penn shakes his head in incredulity and walks to the main stage. He pulls out a chair and sits down at one of the empty tables, his eyes still scanning the room to figure out what Daniella has planned.

The bluesy beat of
Ball and Biscuit
by The White Stripes begins to play through the speakers. Daniella strides out onto the stage with a seductive haze hovering over her gorgeous brown eyes. She looks fierce, determined, and she is the feistiest she’s ever been. Penn’s eyes soak her in. She’s a vision of sex and rock ‘n’ roll. She’s wearing the fuck out of a black leather jacket, leather panties, and dangerously high leather boots.

“Fuck me,” he mutters to himself.

In a matter of seconds, his cock is throbbing for her. The leather jacket teases with a hint of her bared abdomen and soft cleavage. Her body moves with the beat in perfect sync with the distorted guitar solos of the song. Her delicious little hips sway euphorically, keeping him captivated, spellbound, and rooted to his seat. Daniella’s gaze finds the strain of his zipper and she licks her lips as a knowing smirk crosses her plump mouth.

Her body turns away from him as she runs her hands over the perfect curve of her ass. She bends forward and her brunette locks brush the floor. Her hips sway back and forth and Penn’s mouth goes agape at the luscious sight. His attention fixated on her ass and the sweet spot between her thighs. Her fingers skim her legs from ankle to hip as she stands back up, her long hair flipping over her back.

She grinds her hips in erotic movements as she lowers herself to the floor while facing him. She remains on her knees as she arches her back, running her fingers between her breasts and underneath her black, leather panties. Penn leans forward, fixated on the fingers that are hidden from his hooded gaze. He can see them moving in circling movements underneath the leather and it has him biting his lip for a taste. His eyes move up her body and savor the sight of her rosy-pink nipples peeking out from underneath the jacket.

She rises to her feet, sashaying towards the pole, her ass timed perfectly with the beat of the drums. Her hands grip the pole as she wraps one of her long, lean legs around it, gyrating her hips in delicious circles. Her head is thrown back, her long brunette locks swaying in the air. Once another guitar solo hits, she wraps both legs around the pole and climbs up before sliding back down, her body pressing tight against the metal.

Penn adjusts himself, getting more uncomfortable by the second.

She glides to the edge of the stage in timed movements with another quiet bluesy interval of the song, her body front and center. She slowly caresses her hands all over her skin, teasing him with more short peeks of her perfect rosy nipples, which lie hard underneath the jacket. He is intoxicated, practically high, and desire courses through his veins as he watches her dip her body to the floor and crawl across the stage. Her tight ass perches in the air and his mouth is watering at the idea of sinking his teeth into the perfect flesh.

She slides her body off the stage and strides right in his direction, her gaze unrelenting on his as she removes her leather jacket, leaving her breasts bared to his greedy blue eyes. One of her long legs is placed between his thighs, the toe of her boot resting on the chair. Her finger runs down the center of her chest in a slow descent towards her abdomen. She licks her lips as her fingers dance along the edge of her leather panties. Penn’s breath becomes fast and uneven at the sight of her as she straddles his hips and grinds herself into his lap, his erection straining and
hard
. Her breasts bounce with each sway and thrust of her hips against his.