Tied (Tangled, #4)(54)

She takes my straining cock in her hands, pumping it firmly and slowly.

I groan into her mouth.

Then I lift her, cushioning the back of her head with one hand, so it doesn’t smack against the bricks. My other arm is under her ass, holding her up. Kate locks her ankles together at my lower back, then guides my di**ck home.

I don’t wait. Waiting is just not possible. I plunge into her roughly, deeply.

“Drew . . . ,” she sighs.

Kate’s wet inner walls stretch around me, still blissfully f**king snug. Buried fully, I savor the sensation of being inside her again. Being surrounded and held by intense, hot perfection.

I whisper the only word that matters. “Kate . . .”

Her legs pull me closer, knees squeezing tighter. I do what we’re both craving.

I move.

Slowly, my hips pull back. Kate’s cunt grips my cock spectacularly as it slides from her.

“You feel like f**king heaven,” I moan.

Then I thrust forward hard, rubbing her clit with my pelvis, making sure she’s feeling the same blinding pleasure I am. I keep that pace—slow, rough strokes that make Kate purr every time our bodies collide.

Her eyes close and her mouth finds mine.

We’re gasping and moaning, gripping and pulsing—drowning in fantastic friction. With her cheek pressed against mine, Kate pants, “Oh, God . . . oh, God, Drew, I’m going to come.”

My hips quicken, needing to feel her contracting around me more than I need air to breathe. “Fuck yes, come, baby. Let me feel you come hard.”

Then she is. Her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, constrict and tighten. Kate’s * squeezes my cock in a primal, uncontrollable rhythm that pulls me deeper inside her. I push and surge forward one last time, until I rise into the stratosphere with her. It’s so f**king good, so intense, for several long, exquisite moments the only sound I can hear is the rush of our ecstasy pounding in my ears.

Minutes later, I’m still breathing deep against Kate’s neck, and she continues to tremble with aftershocks. Still inside her, I lift my head and brush her hair from her face.

“That was awesome.”

She smiles wide. “Mind-blowing.”

Carefully, I set her feet back on solid ground. Then I help smooth her dress back into place and tuck myself in and zip up. “And we still have a whole suite waiting for us.”

“Take me to my suite.” Kate holds out her hand.

I take it. “It’ll be my pleasure.”

Literally.

Back out on the sidewalk, the fog of lust clears and Kate puts the hand I’m not holding over her eyes. “I can’t believe we had sex in an alley.”

I snort. “I can’t believe we waited so long to have sex in an alley. What was I thinking?”

That’s an activity that’s definitely going on my repeat list.



Is alley-screwing respectful? Generally . . . no. But in this case, it was just what the doctor ordered.

Now, back to our card game.

Jack turns to Steven. “What do you say, Reinhart—you and me and two of the most flexible ladies in the club?”

“Alexandra would rip my head off if I got a lap dance—private or otherwise,” Steven laments.

Matthew grins. “Delores would be into it—but only if she got to watch.”

Steven shakes his head. “I don’t want to give her another reason to be pissed at me.”

Matthew chuckles. “But that’s the way it works, man. Dee-Dee’s happier when I’m messing up—gives her an excuse to yell at me. She feels needed, and it makes me appreciate how lucky I am to have her. For men and women—that’s the circle of life.”

Steven considers the idea but still tells Jack, “I don’t think married men belong in a private booth. If I want a strip show, I’ll buy my wife pole-dancing lessons.” His face brightens. “In fact—that’s gonna be her Mother’s Day gift. Boom—scratch that off the list.”

At first I frown at the visual imagery . . . but then get over it and smile. Because I know exactly what to get Kate for my birthday.



After Warren emerged from the private booth looking dazed and satisfied—and walking stiffly because he most likely jizzed in his pants—we all sat down front row at the main stage to enjoy another show. This time without my participation. It was a girl-power-themed production, meaning three girls and a variety of battery-powered toys. A show like that is guaranteed to make any man hope for an encore.

I gave it a standing ovation.

Then, the five of us went back to the game room for a dart tournament. See us there? Jack’s taking his turn, Steven’s watching another member of the Stripper Lollipop Guild play peekaboo with the Blow Pop across the room, while Matthew, Warren, and I lean against the wall nursing our drinks.

Warren’s phone pings with an incoming message. He looks down at it for a few seconds and laughs.

For no particular reason, I ask, “What’s funny?”

His reaction piques my interest. He drops the hand holding his phone to his side and wipes the grin off his face. “Nothing.”

I push off the wall and stand in front of him. “Let me see your phone.”

He puts it behind his back. “It’s stupid. Nothing you want to see.”