She turned toward me, and I almost spilled my beer.
Fucking hell.
There was gorgeous—celebrities, models, social media stars.
And then there was her.
She had long black hair that seemed to never end. A petite, trim, well-taken-care-of body. Pouty, thick lips with a breathtaking smile and these screaming blue eyes that wouldn’t let you look away.
A kind of beauty that made my mouth part, but nothing came out of it.
“So, who’s the mess?” she asked me. “Or more importantly, who’d you take?” She grinned as she waited for my response, the glossiness of her lips taunting me. When I still said nothing, she continued, “I’ve got five hundred on Miami. I took the moneyline, parlayed the bet with the over.” She pretended to fan herself. “I’m trying not to sweat it out, but it would be a serious travesty if I lost.”
She knew gambling and basketball.
Goddamn it, that was sexy.
All I wanted was to keep her talking, so I could continue gazing at her mouth—the way it almost pulsed as she inhaled, how her tongue licked the corner of her lip, how they widened to take in the straw, sucking the plastic as she took a drink.
My dick was so fucking hard.
“I think you’ve got yourself a safe bet,” I told her, suddenly finding my voice.
Her eyes dropped down my chest before she glanced at the wall of TV screens, her profile just as beautiful. A small, sloped nose, a stunning jawline, a collarbone that jutted out, begging me to lick across it.
I needed her attention on me again, so I asked, “Why Miami?”
“I live there.” She tapped her heart. “I could never bet against them.”
“Fair enough.”
“And I go there, so I’m slightly proud.”
A college student.
Twenty-two—maybe.
If my guess was correct, I was eleven years older than her.
At eleven, I had already been telling my teachers I wanted to get into law. Even prior to middle school, I had known I was going to follow in my parents’ footsteps and take over their firm the moment they retired. A role I would share with Ford and Dominick.
But this one—this fucking beauty—wasn’t even out of the womb.
“Who did you take?” She lifted her palm in the air—the perfect size to wrap around my cock. “Don’t tell me. I want to guess.” Her lids narrowed, scanning my face. “UCLA?”
I took a quick drink. “How did you know that?”
“I’m a good guesser.” She glanced down at her lap, a look of worry etched into those fascinating eyes. “Did I take someone’s seat?”
“Why? Do you want to get up?”
Her head leaned back, exposing her throat as she laughed. “I suppose no. It is pretty comfy here.”
Ford could sit on the goddamn floor at this point—I didn’t care. There was no way I was having this girl move unless it was to my lap.
Before she glanced back toward the screens, I said, “You came all the way from Miami, huh?”
“It’s March Madness.” She moved her hair to one side, the black curls hanging past her shoulder, covering her tit. “Vegas sounded like a good place to watch it.”
“My boys and I do this every year.” I nodded toward Dominick, who was on the other side of her, and then pointed at the friends behind us—Brett, Jack, and Max, entertainment agents who hired our firm for a majority of their deals. “It’s our tradition.”
She turned, taking in their faces. “So, these guys belong to you?”
I laughed. “I’m not sure if I should answer that.”
“What about the one who almost ran into me on the way to the restroom? Does he belong to you too?” She tucked a leg beneath her ass—a part of her I was dying to fucking see. “If so, you need to get that boy some bread and coffee, stat.”
“He’s my younger brother. We cut him some slack because he’s a single dad.” I held out my hand, wanting to feel the softness of her skin. “I’m Jenner.”
To my surprise, her grip was stronger than I’d expected, her skin even silkier than I’d anticipated.
“Jo.” Her stare dipped again, this time to my mouth, lingering there for several seconds before it rose. “It’s nice to meet you, Jenner.” She sucked in her bottom lip, chewing it.
“And you … Jo.”
Her hand stayed in mine much longer than it needed to. “Did you hear about Miami’s shooting guard?”
“What happened?”
“Ankle injury. He kept it quiet, not wanting to start any rumors before the tournament. If he had sat out this game”—she shook her head—“oh man, that would have been brutal.”
“You wouldn’t be winning right now.”
She bit the end of her straw, holding it in her mouth as she said, “Oh, we would still be winning. Don’t you remember the Florida State game?” She paused, waiting for my brain to catch up. “Our shooting guard was out with the flu, and we still won seventy-one to sixty-five.”
Most of the women I was with couldn’t have this conversation. They didn’t care about sports, they weren’t loyal to any particular team, and they certainly couldn’t recall any game statistics.
But, damn it, this was hot.
“How could I forget that game?” I said. “The guard for Florida State had one of his best games, and they still couldn’t beat you guys.”
“Their guard is soft.”
I took a long drink of my beer, watching her the whole time. “Yeah? How so?”
“He sat out half the season with a broken toe.” She rolled her eyes. “Our guards could climb Everest on crutches. Nothing would stop them.”
“Except the flu.”
“Oh my God,” she groaned. “He was in the hospital with a hundred and five temperature and ended up with a nasty case of pancreatitis on top of having kidney stones. Stop being so tough on him. That boy’s hardly a pussy.”
She had a fight in her.
I liked that.
“Are you as knowledgeable with football?”
Her teeth tugged on her lip as she smiled. “Quiz me.”
I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than ask her some irrelevant questions.
I wanted to carry her up to my room and fuck every sports fact out of her brain.
“How about—”
The vibration of my phone cut me off.
I held up my finger, pausing our conversation, and quickly pulled my cell out of my pocket, seeing a text from Dominick on the screen.
Dominick: I’m betting 5K you fuck her in the next ten minutes. You want the over or under?
I looked around Jo to glance at Dominick, laughing before I typed my reply.
Me: Over.
Dominick: I thought you were better than that. I’m disappointed in you, brother.Me: I just want to spend a little more time looking at her.Dominick: You’ll be doing plenty of that when she’s naked on your bed.Me: You’ve never heard of savoring?Dominick: LOL. We both know that’s not your style.It had never been my style; he was right.But, fuck me, this girl was worth it.She wasn’t parading around the sportsbook in a bikini top and leather shorts, like the waitresses in this section. Jo didn’t have to. Fully clothed in her cutoffs and oversize sweatshirt that exposed her shoulder and hot-pink bra strap, she was still a hell of a lot sexier than them. But there was so much more to her than just a delicious body. She had confidence that was more alluring than I’d ever seen along with wit, charm, charisma.“No need to quiz you,” I said, waiting for her eyes to return to me. “Besides, I have a feeling you can hold your own with football.” I just noticed the tiny freckles under her ey
That there was a massive wall of TVs and games and bets happening around us.I could only focus on him.This feeling in my body.This urge that was controlling me in a way I hadn’t ever experienced.I sucked in a deep breath. “Then, what’s stopping you?”“The second I taste you, I’m going to want more. I’m a greedy motherfucker, Jo. I won’t be able to stop with a kiss …”These were promises, not lies.His eyes confirmed that.Would one taste be enough?I knew that answer.In fact, every part of me could feel that answer.“So, what are you going to do, Jenner?”I held in my breath.Waiting.Longing.“Follow me to my room.”He wasn’t asking.Did I want him to?My skin was scorching, each swipe of his thumb igniting a new flame.“Now?”“Yes.” He stood, towering over me, making me feel so tiny in this chair. “Right now.”He held out his hand for me to grab.The second our fingers linked, a bolt of energy passed through me. I almost jumped from how strong it was.There was only one place m
ThreeJennerWhen it came to sex, there was only one role that had been designed for me.The lead.I needed the control, the domination, to follow the build and get lost in the release.It was the only time I could escape the thoughts of work, when I was truly out of my head, when my responsibilities melted away and I was focused on something else.Right now, my complete attention was on Jo.And that fucking mouth of hers.She wanted to know where I wanted it, and at first, I told her I wanted it everywhere. But that direction needed some clarification because my cock was throbbing much harder than my lips.“Get on your knees.”A blush moved across her cheeks, reaching as high as her eyes. “You want my mouth on your dick? This doesn’t surprise me.”“I need to feel how well you suck.”As she got into position, she took ahold of my shaft, pumping it with her fist. “From your body to this, there’s nothing small about you, Jenner.”I chuckled.The moment she’d taken off my clothes, her st
She did.She ground over my shaft, twisting her body at the bottom of each dip, caging me inside her cunt.“Fuuuck.” I released her nipple. “If you keep that up, it’s not going to be yours for much longer.”“Maybe that’s what I want.” She breathed against my cheek. “Maybe I want to feel you come because there’s nothing sexier than watching a man lose himself.”Damn it, that was hot.A woman who wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please her.“Then, fuck me,” I told her. “Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked.”It was as if a switch went off.Her speed wasn’t what changed, nor was it the power she used.This was deeper.More intimate.A tightness that came from within.She reached behind her back to cup my balls while she bounced over me, keeping my shaft lodged inside her, turning her body in different directions to gain friction from every angle. And as she tickled my sack, my balls started to tighten.The sensation building.“Damn it.” My fingers rubbed her clit, my other hand
I sighed. “No, but I was mentally tied to him in every possible way. He knew my body, like he’d been studying it for years. And he made me feel things”—I shook my head—“things I’d never felt down there or anywhere before.”“I’m literally shook right now.” Her eyes widened. “You’re not the girl who sleeps with a dude on the first date—or even the third, never mind a man you knew for twelve seconds.”“It was more like fifteen minutes.”“That’s not the point we’re going to debate right now.” She rolled her eyes. “I really need to get over the fact that my best friend was having mind-blowing sex while I was fighting with Lex and Court over what bathing suit I should wear because we all ironically chose the same color and that’s just a pool day no-no.”I touched her greasy, suntan-oiled arm. “You know when you stare into the eyes of a man, and in a single second, a jolt comes through your body that tells you he owns every ounce of you? And no matter how hard you try to fight it, he’s going
“I was afraid of that.”“I gave him my number. Who knows? Maybe he’ll reach out. Or maybe I just had the best sex of my life and—” My voice cut off when my cell vibrated from the table between us. I’d forgotten that I’d even set it there.I glanced at the screen.Unknown: It’s Jenner … I can still taste you.I looked up just as Monica said, “It’s him, isn’t it?”I nodded. “I think I just died.” I held the phone toward her, showing her the message.“Damn … I think I just died too.”“How the hell do I respond to that?”She grinned. “You know exactly what to say to that man.” She nodded toward my phone. “You have some serious magic too. Now, go work it, girl.”“All right, wish me luck.”Me: I can still feel you inside me.Jenner: I want to taste you again.Me: Yeah? How badly?Monica cleared her throat. “Jesus, you’re glowing.” I gazed up at her as she added, “I mean, legit fucking glowing. Like you used a highlighter instead of bronzer.”I touched my cheek with the back of my hand. “I d
Her head fell back as she laughed—something she’d done before and something that drove me fucking wild. “You definitely fucked me hard enough. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.” She headed for the door and waved before opening it.“I’ll see you later, Jo.”As she left, I took in the view of her ass. Even though I’d just been holding it, even though I’d kissed across her cheeks when she was spread over my bed, I still couldn’t stop staring.That body.That freshly fucked pussy.That satiated smile she gave me as the door closed.Goddamn it.Who the fuck is this girl?I turned and headed into the bedroom, putting on the outfit I’d laid out for the evening—a pair of jeans and a button-down, a sports coat on top. I made a quick stop to the bathroom to brush my teeth and spray on some cologne. As my hands were under the faucet, water pouring onto my fingers, I decided not to clean my face. Doing so would wash away Jo’s scent, something I could still smell on my beard.I w
I couldn’t wait to hear this.“Sure, bring it,” I told him.“You like her, and you don’t know what the fuck to do about it.”Now, I really laughed. In fact, I laughed so hard that my head fell back.The action instantly brought back a memory from earlier in my room.Fuck.“Listen, you two, I know you both think you’re the latest and greatest Dr. Phil, but you have no idea what the hell you’re talking about. She lives in Miami, and she’s in college. I have no business even entertaining a thought like that, never mind pursuing her.”“So, she’s a bit of a cub,” Dominick said. “That’s a moot point. She’s legal—that’s all that matters.”“And you know half my relationship has been long-distance while James is on location, filming.” Brett nodded toward Max. “He and Eve haven’t always lived in the same city either.” He then pointed at Jack. “And you know he and Samantha have had their time apart.”I glanced between Brett and Dominick, not believing my fucking ears. “Hold up. I got my dick suc