Wildcard (3 page)

“Well, thank you.”

Jasmine smiled as, deftly, she extracted her hand from Parra’s grasp. Michael was impressed despite himself. Normally, once Parra had hold of a woman, even just her hand like that, she didn’t get away easily.

“Mikey didn’t tell me he had such charming friends.”

On her lips and in that take-me-to-bed voice, the silly pet name didn’t sound quite so bad. The naughty little look she shot him pushed his anger with Parra right out of his mind.

Parra shrugged and kept up his charming smile as one of Jasmine’s friends called out from the other side of the bar. As Jasmine waved, he leaned around behind her and slipped Michael the room key. “The others are going back with their ladies. They have places of their own.”

“What about you?”

Parra shrugged, “The night isn’t over yet.”

Michael had to grin. Much as they all got along, then drove each other nuts, then got along again, the squad was a family. For some of them it was the only family they had. Tucking the plastic room key into his pants, he gave Parra a one-armed hug. “Be safe, OK? I’ll call you later to check in. Answer your damn phone this time.”

“Yeah, will do. Oh…blonde on her own. Have fun, man. Catch you on the flip side!” And just like that, Parra headed over to the other side of the bar.

“He seems…nice.” Jasmine ventured, watching Parra’s retreating back for a moment before returning her attention back to Michael. “A little intense, but nice.”

“Yeah, he’s intense all right. Let’s get outta here before he rethinks and tries to come back.” Wrapping an arm around her waist, he walked her out to the parking lot. She was still unsteady on her feet, something that seemed to be getting worse, not better, in the fresh air.

“We’ll take my car. Best you not take any chances driving.”

“Hmmm, yes. No! Hey, you had as many as I did!”

She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. The expression scrunched her nose up, absolutely fascinating Michael. He pulled her closer into his embrace as they reached his car, turning her so that her back was against the Charger.

She went easily, her large dark eyes trusting as she looked up at him.
Oh hell darlin’, don’t go trusting me. I’m not that kind of guy.
The parking lot was dark, particularly the corner he’d parked in, perfect conditions for what he had planned.

With gentle fingers, he lifted her chin, looking down into her face for a moment. She was tiny, but fit perfectly in his arms, as though she’d been made for him. Abruptly, he cut off that line of thought. Tonight was about one thing, and one thing only.

The moon overhead peeked out from behind the clouds, the silvery light rendering her skin paler and her hair darker. In that instant, she looked ethereal, her delicate features highlighted by the moonlight…like a fairy princess caught in the open. And she was all his.

With reverence, he lowered his lips and brushed them over hers. The instant he did so, the light touch wasn’t enough. It wasn’t ever going to be enough. With a groan, he pressed her back against the car and deepened the kiss. She tasted like sunlight and lemonade on a hot day—sweet, hot, and tart all at the same time—and absolutely addictive.

She arched against him as his hands traced over her body. Her movements mirrored his as though they were drawn to each other, like opposite poles. He parted from her sinfully full lips and kissed his way down her neck, feeling a soft moan escape her lips.

Her hands smoothed up his sides. Her fingers latched into the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer. She whimpered, a soft little sound designed to drive him mad, as he nibbled at her ear and down the soft skin of her throat. Wrapping a leg around him, she pressed her hips tight against him as he boosted her onto the hood. Her small gasp was audible in the darkness as his rigid cock pressed hard against her. He was standing at attention and then some.

“At ease, soldier. We’ve got all night.” She chuckled, a throaty, seductive sound that nearly made him lose it there and then. She’d said something about a phone sex voice earlier, and hell was she right. That dirty laugh did things to his cock that were probably illegal in several states.

One of his hands shot down to her ass, cupping it and pulling her into him hard. The sensation of her body rubbing against his, even through fabric, had his knees on the verge of buckling. His breathing ragged against her collarbone, he sucked gently at the base of her neck, and then worked his way back up her tender throat in soft kisses again.

He finished with her delicious lips again.
Definitely need to thank Angelina for loaning these out.
Dark eyes caught his, and for a moment, he paused. It was like her gaze burned right through him. Like she could see him for the man he really was, behind all the bluff and bluster, and identified with his soul briefly. Uncomfortable with thoughts like that, he lifted her thigh higher over his hip and ground his hips into her.

They both gasped at the contact, their gazes locked. A shudder worked its way down Michael’s spine. Seeing her reaction to what he was doing to her, seeing everything reflected on her face, was probably the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced.

She was so open, all her thoughts and feelings reflected on her expressive face. Not for the first time that evening Michael wanted to see her face flushed with arousal, or better yet, wanted to see her heavy-eyed and tousled like a woman who’d been thoroughly loved and satisfied. By him.

He hooked his left hand around the back of her neck and pulled her toward him. Hell-bent on getting as much of those plush full lips as he possibly could, he teased at her lower lip with a soft sweep of his tongue in a beckoning manner. A man of the house demanding to be let in to his domain. She whimpered softly and opened up slowly, as though still trying her best to tease him.

His right hand trailed down her body, past her collarbone to cup her breast for a moment before continuing on its travels. Lower still, it snaked around to her ass and pulled her against him hard. Harder than before, but Michael was well past playing now. His rock-hard cock rubbed painfully against his jeans. The only respite was knowing what he was pressing into as she sat, legs spread around him.

Needing to touch her, he trailed his hand up under her silky top, skirting around her narrow waist until he reached the gentle curve of her stomach. Her skin felt like silk against his combat-roughened hand. His hand drifted down to dip between her thighs.

She whimpered and shifted her hips, opening her legs a little wider. Fire raced through his veins at her sensual surrender, and he fought the urge to strip her clothing from her here and now. His fingers stroked over her, seeking and finding her clit through her soft pants and panties.

“Feel good?” His voice was the merest whisper against her lips, not loud enough to carry. Like they were in a sensual world that contained only the two of them. Right at the moment, he could subscribe to that notion. Forget the world, forget the base, forget who he was and just feel… He wanted…no, needed to feel more. Touching her through the fabric wasn’t enough. He needed to feel her, feel everything.

Using his body to shield what they were up to from view, he teased her with his index finger. He liked the idea of being discreet for her, like he was protecting her from something. A sense of ownership and possession filled him. She belonged to him, for the moment at least. His for the taking.

Up and down, in soft circles he explored her through her pants. He alternated his hand with pressing his hips against her, grinding his hardened cock against her pussy, trying to ease the throbbing tension there. His balls ached. He longed to be inside her.

Right now though, all his attention was on her. He wanted to see her come without him inside her. He could feel how warm and damp the spot between her thighs was growing the more he played, and it fueled him on further. Her body tensed, shuddering under the rubbing of his fingers as he played with her pussy.

His free hand tangled in her hair again as he tilted her head to the side, exposing her throat for his lips. Her small gasps and wriggles were driving him wild. He needed more, so much more. Pulling his hand away, he unsnapped her waistband with practiced fingers. She didn’t stop him, her breathing catching as he slid questing fingers under the lace of her underwear.

They teased down her soft warm flesh until they settled themselves around the wet folds of her pussy. Spreading her lips with his fingers, he used his middle finger to rub and tease at her clit. She gasped hard, then reached her arms around him and held tight.

Something about that touched a chord in him. Any twit could work a girl up sure enough. Still it always made him feel a little more masculine if she clung to him. Like his damsel in distress. She needed protecting, and that made him feel needed.

She was hot and wet. Ready for him. The thought hardened his cock almost to the point of pain. Michael put the discomfort from his mind and concentrated instead on pleasuring her. With any of his other conquests, he would have stripped her clothing and buried himself as deep as he could with less encouragement. But with Jasmine, it was different. He wanted to please her more than himself, and that was dangerous territory.

Slowly he pushed his finger past the entrance to her pussy and slid inside. She sighed against his neck. Her warm breath tickled and teased at him, making his cock throb anew. Again, he fought his discomfort as he slid his finger in and out slowly while his thumb teased her clit.

Why was he going through so much effort for her? What set her apart from the rest?
She was smart, gorgeous, and funny, but she was also sincere with him. That was something he hadn’t seen in a great deal of lately. Not since he’d gotten into this unit. Just one gold digger after another, all wanting in on their “cut” of his money.

This one though… She didn’t seem worried about that at all. Apart from that first question about his unit, she hadn’t asked anything else about his job. Either she was a damn good actress, or she was more interested in him. Something inside him knew it was the latter and he wanted her to know how much he appreciated that.

He circled her clit with his thumb again and added a second finger. God, she was so hot and tight he was on the verge of losing control without getting inside her.
Who’d have thought an older chick would get him going like this?

Michael watched her face as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes were darkened with arousal, a flush of need across her cheeks, and her full lips, swollen from his kisses, were parted on a small moan of pleasure. Those lips fascinated him, and before the night was out, he planned on having them wrapped around his cock.

Pulling her into him, he continued to work on her clit. Silently, he savored the feeling of her arms wrapped around him. He remembered how lonely it was overseas when he found out he’d be coming home alone instead of to a fiancé. Back then, he’d have given anything to feel arms around him, to be hugged again. He shook the thought out of his head as she rested her forehead against his broad shoulder.

Her breathing came in ragged pants and soft moans that tested his control. She was so hot and wet that it was taking near super-human effort to stand there and not reach for his zipper to free himself. Why the hell couldn’t she have worn a damn skirt?

He groaned with frustration, the sound like a bear foraging for berries. He was large, hungry, and she was on his menu. He nibbled at her ears while his fingers slid in and out of her wet lips to the knuckles and back. Sweeping softly inside of her tight pussy, he searched for the hot spot that made her wild.

Turning his hand, he curled his fingers up inside her, stroking in a beckoning motion. She gasped and arched her back. Her pussy clenched hard about his fingers and they both moaned. Michael sought her temple with his lips, brushing her hair aside to kiss her skin.

“That’s it, darlin’.”

She panted heavily. “More…”

“Oh, there’s more…but you gotta come for me first.”

He could feel the fabric of his shirt crumple up in her clenched fist on his back as she rocked her hips forward and back against the movement of his hand. That encouraged him even more while he swept his fingers around teasing at a few spots that made her jump a little and moan.

“Mmmm, that’s it darlin’, almost there. Don’t hold out on me.”

She smiled, a breathless chuckle that degenerated into a soft moan as he rubbed against her g-spot. “Couldn’t if I wanted to. Oh, god…that feels good.”

“Good, ’cause I’d work it out of you no matter what.”

His cock throbbed painfully as he continued to work her g-spot and massage her clit with his thumb. He wanted to just tear her pants enough to allow himself access, but then she’d have to wear something else to get home. Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of him.

Pfft…yeah, like this is any bit gentlemanly at all, Michael. Get a grip.

She nodded, her breathing faster as her hips rocked against his hand. Her nails dug into his back through his shirt. Michael sucked in his breath, feeling the light scoring all the way through his body. She was close to the edge; he could feel it. Just a little more and she would tip right over. Would she be a screamer? He hoped so. He wanted to hear his name on her lips as she came.

“That’s it, just a little more.”

He held her close, feeling her legs wrap around his waist. The way they were, him standing and her sitting on the hood, would be perfect for him to just give it to her right here. This would have to hold him over though. He nibbled at her earlobe softly as he continued to work at her pussy.

“Don’t forget to breathe, doll.” He half joked as she gasped softly for such a long time it sounded as though she were breathless.

“C…can breathe. Oh God—”

Her moan was low and cut off as though she was biting her lip. At the same time, her hips bucked and her pussy clenched tight around his fingers as she came in his arms. He kept up the pressure, trying to draw out her pleasure. His free hand slid into her hair to hold her tight against his shoulder as she shuddered.

Sighing, he slowed up and let her come down from her high. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her quivering pussy and wrapped his other arm around her as she caught her breath. He slid her hips forward a little to put some pressure on his aching cock. That took the edge off his need, but only for a moment.

“Time to go, darlin’…unless you want it right here against the car,” he joked.
Ok, so it was half a joke, kind of.
If they weren’t so close to the bar, he’d have bent her over the hood, yanked those pants down, and just taken her right here. Hell, it was still a possibility.