Hanging On (Jessica Brodie Diaries #2)(24)

“Don’t start that again,” I interrupted, my heart dropping. It didn’t seem like William was very observant. Either that, or he hadn’t just spent an hour and a half at the same dinner as me.

“—but you won me over,” he finished.

“That's because you have a penis and were desperate to use it.”

“Very funny.”

“Only funny ‘cause it’s true.”

As the car pulled up, Tom and the cobra walked out of the restaurant. I barely stopped myself from squeaking like a mouse and running.

“Are you coming to the club?” Tom asked.

“Jess?” William turned to me.

I really wanted to say no. I really did.

“Sounds great.”

“Great!” Tom said, walking forward to take my arm.

I let him even though I didn’t know what was going on, and followed along mutely as he walked me across the large expanse of red carpet to the waiting car. Once there, he opened the door for me, and as he was handing me in, he said, “Hang in there. You’ll come out on top, I promise! Hard to find fault in perfection, after all.”

My wide eyes watched him smoothly walk away. Well, at least he had seen the drama unfold.

Before I could dwell further, William climbed into the driver’s seat with a smile that lit up his extraordinary eyes. “Hi beautiful. Ready?”

I couldn’t help but smile back. The guy was lucky he was worth it.

“This is a jazz club?” I asked as we drove into the parking lot.

We parked next to a Rolls Royce. I had no idea those cars were still in production.

William put the car in park and turned to me. “You are so beautiful, Jessica.”

My insides heated up. I reached for him, leaning back so his body would have to lean over the stick shift and at least partially cover me.

“Too bad this car is so small. I could really use a quickie,” I said against his lips with a husky voice.

“Hmm.” His lips connected more soundly, opening mine and quickly delving his tongue in. His hand slid up my inner thigh and ducked under the fabric of my dress.

“Oh,” I sighed into his mouth, spreading my legs in anticipation.

His keep deepened, tongue diving in and out, lightly sucking. He backed off a minute, his face flushed, and pried my legs open with his hands before pushing back in toward my lips.

I pushed my butt forward on the chair, making more room. Giving more access. Willing him to hop on and service me. His fingers peeled back my sodden panties and stroked up my slick sex.

I clutched his hair while thrusting my h*ps up, needing him inside me. He complied eagerly, sliding two fingers deep into my core. With his thumb he pressed and moved my clit, continuing to dive his fingers, hitting just the right spot.

I reached over the seat and worked at his pants, leaning against the door now, pulling him as far over as possible.

“No, I’ll be too messy. We’ll do that later,” he panted, jamming his fingers into me with hard thrusts, making my head go light.

“I’ll swallow it.”

He groaned, but shook his head, his fingers working faster. “Later,” he murmured.

I grabbed his neck, smashing his face to mine, then allowing him to get away so he could seek out a nipple. As my dress was moved to the side and strapless bra pulled down, a greedy mouth fastened on my constricted bud, piercing me with pleasure.

I arched up, needing more, and grabbed his wrist, making him go harder now. Ramming into me. Scrubbing at that pleasure spot. Forcing my h*ps to pump upward to meet it. Get it deeper. More inside of me.

I exploded in delight, coming across his palm. His mouth found mine again, the pace slowed, allowing me to come down gently.

Finally he backed off, looking like a man on the edge. I smiled languidly.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to finish you off?” I asked as I trailed a hand between my br**sts.

His haunted eyes watched its progress. In one quick second he was out of the car, pacing. I just shook my head. He tried to play the upstanding young gentleman, but get him worked up and he could hardly walk straight.

After a couple minutes of tucking myself back in and reapplying some lipstick and cover up, William opened my door.

“Yeah, this place is exclusive,” he said with a tight voice.

“Right where we left off, huh? Like a page marker.” I fixed my panties and shimmied my dress back down my legs.

His eyes literally lit on fire as he watched.

“You can’t just pay to join, you have to be pledged,” he continued in a ghostly voice, having a hard time getting himself back online. “They only allow a couple new people in a year. Any more and the whole place has to vote on it. Memberships are actually handed down in families.”

“Is the jazz that good?”

William shrugged. “It’s pretty good. I don’t know much about jazz.

“So it’s not really about the jazz, it’s about the exclusivity.”

He hesitated, a guilty expression crossing his features. He shrugged again, the guilt etching a smile full of mischief. “Busted.”

I laughed, I couldn’t help it. At least he admitted it.

“So you’ve tried to get in and no go,” I surmised, taking his hand to help me out of the low car.

“My parents won’t pledge me. It wouldn’t be fair to my brother or sister. Plus, there are other people that would take the spot over me. But someday I will. Mark my words. I’ll get in.”