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Authors: Kathryn Kelly, Crystal Cuffley
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to Megs and he didn’t have any idea what Val, Mortician, and Digger might be up to by now.
Silent, Johnnie grabbed his jeans and slipped them up. He yanked open a desk drawer and stopped short as a photo of Megs greeted him.
Johnnie swallowed, grabbed his gun, and slammed the drawer shut. He turned, the .38 still gripped in his hand. The woman let out a frightened cry. With a sigh, Johnnie shoved the weapon into the waistband of his pants.
“I don’t kill or hurt women. Who the hell knows what’s going on out there by now? I might have to pistol whip some asshole or shoot the shit out of them as I escort you to your car.”
After finding her a shirt and a pair of his shorts, he led her out of the room. Just as he suspected, the festivities had elevated to an orgy with brothers fucking the hired whores wherever and however while the Bobs sucked dick. Walking through the crowd, two naked girls approached him, ignoring the prostitute he was leading away.
“Not tonight,” he said with a wink, pausing when one of the brothers approached the woman he’d just fucked. “She’s with me, Bowlie.”
“Th-thank you,” she said when they left the noise of the clubhouse behind and reached the outdoors. Worry for her safety made him frown. It was cold and foggy. Though he’d probably never see her again, he’d just spent hours having sex with her. For now, in this freezing night, he felt a sense of responsibility for her.
He followed her to her car, impressed by her late model Mazda Miata MX-5. “Are you sure you’re going to be all right to drive?” he asked. Whatever other part of his soul he’d lost, he still protected women, thought they were the most amazing creatures on the face of the earth. “We can go back to my room. Spend the night together.” He shrugged. “Talking. Drinking. Having sex. Your choice.” Especially because he wasn’t sure what he wanted or needed right then.
She stared up at him, the spotlights glaring around them burning through the low fog and outlining her perfect features. “Kissing?”
He scowled, then sighed, wondering why it was so important to her that they kissed. The wind howled and she hugged her arms about herself. “No. I’ll kiss your pussy. The lovely globes of your ass cheeks. I’ll lick you from your toes all the way up to your thighs. But kiss you? No. That I won’t do.”
Her lips parted and the cold air chafed her skin red. Still, he knew his words had affected her.
“Not even to keep me out of this weather? Keep me here and safe?”
Johnnie lifted a brow, amusement dancing through him. “It’s your life, gorgeous. If you want to gamble with it by attempting to manipulate me into giving you your way, that’s your business.”
She lifted her chin, her lips thinning.
“I want you safe,” he reiterated.
Vulnerability and genuine shock shone in her brown eyes, as if the idea of anyone concerning themselves with her safety was shocking. And, maybe, it was. For all her refined beauty, she was a whore. High-classed, but a whore all the same. Yet, he’d never hold her past against her—or any woman. Not when he had so many sins of his own staining his soul.
On impulse, Johnnie pulled her into his arms and hugged her, kissing her temple. “Thank you, gorgeous,” he whispered, caressing her cheek. She was making her choice and he’d abide by it. “I had a wonderful time with you.”
She nodded. “Same here.”
Once she used her keyless entry, he opened the door and held it until she got in. She smiled at him and he gave her a two-fingered salute before she started the car and drove away.
Chapter 4
The covers tangled about her, Meggie tossed and glanced at the clock. 3:00 AM. CJ had awakened at midnight, falling back to sleep about
Silent, Johnnie grabbed his jeans and slipped them up. He yanked open a desk drawer and stopped short as a photo of Megs greeted him.
Johnnie swallowed, grabbed his gun, and slammed the drawer shut. He turned, the .38 still gripped in his hand. The woman let out a frightened cry. With a sigh, Johnnie shoved the weapon into the waistband of his pants.
“I don’t kill or hurt women. Who the hell knows what’s going on out there by now? I might have to pistol whip some asshole or shoot the shit out of them as I escort you to your car.”
After finding her a shirt and a pair of his shorts, he led her out of the room. Just as he suspected, the festivities had elevated to an orgy with brothers fucking the hired whores wherever and however while the Bobs sucked dick. Walking through the crowd, two naked girls approached him, ignoring the prostitute he was leading away.
“Not tonight,” he said with a wink, pausing when one of the brothers approached the woman he’d just fucked. “She’s with me, Bowlie.”
“Th-thank you,” she said when they left the noise of the clubhouse behind and reached the outdoors. Worry for her safety made him frown. It was cold and foggy. Though he’d probably never see her again, he’d just spent hours having sex with her. For now, in this freezing night, he felt a sense of responsibility for her.
He followed her to her car, impressed by her late model Mazda Miata MX-5. “Are you sure you’re going to be all right to drive?” he asked. Whatever other part of his soul he’d lost, he still protected women, thought they were the most amazing creatures on the face of the earth. “We can go back to my room. Spend the night together.” He shrugged. “Talking. Drinking. Having sex. Your choice.” Especially because he wasn’t sure what he wanted or needed right then.
She stared up at him, the spotlights glaring around them burning through the low fog and outlining her perfect features. “Kissing?”
He scowled, then sighed, wondering why it was so important to her that they kissed. The wind howled and she hugged her arms about herself. “No. I’ll kiss your pussy. The lovely globes of your ass cheeks. I’ll lick you from your toes all the way up to your thighs. But kiss you? No. That I won’t do.”
Her lips parted and the cold air chafed her skin red. Still, he knew his words had affected her.
“Not even to keep me out of this weather? Keep me here and safe?”
Johnnie lifted a brow, amusement dancing through him. “It’s your life, gorgeous. If you want to gamble with it by attempting to manipulate me into giving you your way, that’s your business.”
She lifted her chin, her lips thinning.
“I want you safe,” he reiterated.
Vulnerability and genuine shock shone in her brown eyes, as if the idea of anyone concerning themselves with her safety was shocking. And, maybe, it was. For all her refined beauty, she was a whore. High-classed, but a whore all the same. Yet, he’d never hold her past against her—or any woman. Not when he had so many sins of his own staining his soul.
On impulse, Johnnie pulled her into his arms and hugged her, kissing her temple. “Thank you, gorgeous,” he whispered, caressing her cheek. She was making her choice and he’d abide by it. “I had a wonderful time with you.”
She nodded. “Same here.”
Once she used her keyless entry, he opened the door and held it until she got in. She smiled at him and he gave her a two-fingered salute before she started the car and drove away.
Chapter 4
The covers tangled about her, Meggie tossed and glanced at the clock. 3:00 AM. CJ had awakened at midnight, falling back to sleep about
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