Longing for You (Touched by Magic Book 1) (10 page)

He nearly knocked Jimmy over when he turned around. “Whoa, dude. Slow down. What’s the hurry?’

“Sorry, bro.” Mike motioned his head in her direction as Jimmy’s eyes followed. “Cassie’s in a hurry to get out of here, so I’m getting her purse from the cabinet.”

“Cool. I get it. Well, our last customer just left, so give me a second to grab those Vodka bottles from the storeroom, and then you can head out with your girl.”

“It’s not like that, Jimmy. She and I aren’t—” Mike’s protest fell on deaf ears. Jimmy waved away his comment and left the bar.
 

Mike shook his head as he watched his friend disappear into the hall. Once Jimmy was out of sight, he didn’t glance back at her. He kept walking toward the cabinet where he’d placed her purse earlier this evening.

After he opened it, he removed her black silk clutch and then locked the cabinet. He tucked the keys into his pocket and moved her way. Even as mad as she was, she couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles rippled under his shirt when he walked.

God, I need to get out of here…

Tossing the clutch atop the bar, Mike kept some space between them and gazed around the empty club, probably making sure no one had come in when he had his back turned. He rarely got to leave before closing, so she didn’t doubt he was anxious to get out of there.

“Wow. How’d you get so lucky to get off early?”

Mike shrugged as his attention shifted to a rack of clean glasses sitting on one of the coolers. He grabbed a couple and placed them in the slots above his head.

“Look around this place. It’s dead. You know how it goes when the band stops playing. People get bored and head to another club. Your friends did their set and finished early. Now I get to do the same.” He peeked in her direction as if he expected her to respond, but when she only nodded, he continued putting away the glasses. “So…are you really going home?”

“Of course I am. I have nowhere else to go.”

“What happened to tall, dark, and goofy out back?” She didn’t miss the smirk on his face or the sense of smugness in his voice when he chuckled, “Oh, that’s right. He just took off with two other chicks.”

“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t make plans with him. I might be heartbroken had I done so.”

Her response caught him off guard. The way his eyes met hers and widened said as much. It was enough to satisfy her. She flashed him a smile as she grabbed her clutch from atop the bar and slipped off the stool.

It would definitely be a vibrator kinda night. Oh well. She knew just the right spot to hit to bring about wave after wave of bliss. She didn’t need Mike, or Theo, or any other man.
 

“Hey?” Mike’s voice stopped her before she could step away. “Where you going?”

She peered at him over her shoulder. “I’m going home. It’s why I came to get my purse. Remember?”

“Yeah, but I thought…” His mouth worked like he was talking. Yet no sound came out, not at first. But his voice finally returned. “Come on, Cass. Don’t do this.”

“Do what?”

He finally came around the bar and approached the stools she’d wedged herself between. “Don’t play games, Cassie. You know I want you to come to my place.”

“Mike, I can’t take your hot and cold attitude tonight. You’ve said and done things I never imagined you saying or doing.”

When he reached the spot where she stood, he didn’t stop walking, not until he had her pinned between his body and the bar. The rounded edge pressed into her back, but it didn’t hurt. Neither did the way his fingers tangled in her hair. He dipped his head lower and let his lips hover close to hers.

“I know I’ve been an ass this evening. I’m sorry. It’s been a bad night.”

“So I’m supposed to forget everything, go with you to your apartment, and let you fuck me when we get there?”

“Well, I
would
make it worth your while. Besides… I was hoping
you’d
ride
me
.”

His lips met hers at the exact moment he rocked his hips with her hips. A moan crept up her throat and spilled into his mouth. Her clit began to pulse as the friction he induced sent little jolts through her body. She thought for sure she’d come right where she stood.

The distant sound of footsteps grew louder, announcing Jimmy was back from his trip to the storeroom. Mike stopped his movements and slowly eased away.

“So is that a yes?”

She rolled her eyes. Then she caved and nodded. Screwing him was the original plan for the night. Might as well stick with it. She needed an orgasm in the worst way and going back to his place guaranteed one. It’s not like she had other offers to choose from. The only one she’d considered making disappeared the minute Theo walked out the door…with two other girls.
 

It was just as well. He was chasing his dream and wouldn’t be in town for long.
 

While a short fling with no strings would be the perfect scenario, the voice of reason deep inside her said it wouldn’t be that easy. There was something about Theo McCabe that she hadn’t noticed before, something she hadn’t noticed about anyone for that matter. She didn’t want to sleep with him just for personal pleasure.

She still liked Theo… A lot.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jonah disappeared from Theo’s vision, along with the rest of the dance club, as a door shut in his face. Muffled beats of music vibrated the walls inside the supply closet. Each one built upon the next until the techno-driven rhythm made everything shake. If it weren’t for the soft skin and slender fingers tugging his clothes, he would have turned around and sucker punched his captor.
 

There was no need. Cee-Cee’s friend, Elle, came into view. She smiled deviously then placed her hand to his chest and pushed. His back smacked against the wall just as his chest warmed from her tits pressing against it.

Elle was a little firecracker, for sure. He’d barely made it back from the men’s room when she opened the supply closet door, grabbed his shirt, and yanked him inside. Now she was all over him, kissing his lips, and face, and neck…

“You sure this is safe, sugar?”

“I promise.” She whispered the assurance in his ear then nipped the lobe.

He had to give her kudos for her level of confidence, even if he doubted her accuracy. Neither she nor Cee-Cee had been twenty-one for long. Did they frequent this club enough to know not only about the closet but how often it was in use?

“Have you been in here before?”

He did his best to play off the question as a joke, but he wanted to know the answer. Not that Elle would give him one. Instead, she kissed him. Her other hand tugged his jeans. She unloosened the button, lowered the zipper, then used both hands to lower his pants and boxers mid-thigh.

She hadn’t stopped kissing him, even after he was fully exposed. Her scorching fingers trailed up his legs to his ass, and then she scraped her fingernails against his skin. He drew in a deep breath just as she broke their kiss and went to her knees.

Those same warm fingers curled around the base of his cock, her lips around the tip. A growl rumbled from his chest, but the sound only enticed her. She leaned closer, taking more of him inside her mouth.

“
Fuck
…”
 

He groaned the words. She moaned in response. The vibration had him closing his eyes and leaning the back of his head on the wall. Damn, he needed this. Needed to feel a woman’s mouth devouring him, every inch of him. Seeing Cassie tonight stirred something inside him that he hadn’t felt in years.
 

A longing… A craving he couldn’t resist.

While it may not be her lips sliding up and down his thick shaft, he could pretend it was. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been with a girl and thought about her. He doubted it would be the last.

Yeah. Elle could be his Cassie for the moment. So it was Cassie’s tongue circling around his tip. Each time he thought she’d pull away, she’d swallow him back into her throat and increase suction. He worked his hips faster, sliding his cock between her lips. She moaned again, and then her fingers tightened around his ass.

God he wanted her, wanted Cassie more than anything. Not even thinking about her was satisfying him the way it normally did. He squeezed his lids tighter, focusing on the thought of her dark eyes, luscious lips, and a body he’d memorized by the time he was thirteen.

What he wouldn’t do for just one night with her. One night to live out every fantasy he’d ever—

A dull ache built in his cheeks as her hands clutched his ass. His hips jerked forward, and wet warmth sheathed him to the hilt. Holy hell. She was killing him. The way she moved her tongue, alternating between swirls and flicks, made his head spin.

He fisted her hair near the top of her head. He wanted control but the constant throbbing in his cock left him weak and submissive. She had the power—to tease him, refuse him, or please him beyond comprehension. And when she cupped her other hand around his nuts, he braced himself against the wall.

Fuck, he was going to come.

She must have sensed how close he was because she sucked him even harder, showing his dick no mercy. He grew thicker, the pressure building inside him on the verge of exploding. He hoped she swallowed. Even if she were a spitter, would she at least keep him in her mouth until he—

“
Mmm… Fuck yes…”

Everything exploded. The pleasure. The tension. His mind…

He came so hard, she choked a little, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, she sucked his cock like a straw, desperate to get the last drop into her greedy little mouth.

His heart pounded as he stood there, every nerve in his body twitching in rhythm with the music blaring through the club. He couldn’t move or speak, could only breathe, and even that was a struggle.

A soft chuckle resonated in the room just as a pair of hands slid up his chest. He opened his eyes and found Elle standing in front of him. She flashed him a smile and pressed closer. Her lips trailed over his neck, back to his ear, and then she whispered. “There’s more where that came from.”

Holy fuck. Now he remembered why he loved southern women. They aimed to please, and by god, they got the job done right. They were smart, gorgeous, and the sex was hotter than a habanero pepper. It always set him on fire.

He couldn’t wait to see what this little vixen planned to do next. But just as the thought skidded through this mind, the closet door reopened. Music filtered inside the tiny space as a woman glared at Elle, then him. Her body jerked backward, spun, and then Elle stumbled out the door.

By the time he realized the door had reclosed, there was no time to react. Warm lips swept across his. Their sweet, melon flavor intoxicated him, as did the taste of her tongue. It was Cee-Cee. He didn’t need to see her to know. Not after the kiss she’d given him when they first arrived at the club.

Damn, had he struck gold tonight or what? First Elle, now Cee-Cee. He knew exactly what would happen when he invited them back to his hotel—hours and hours of hardcore, guiltless sex. One could ride his cock, the other, his mouth.

As a haze of desire clouded his head, Cee-Cee eased back. She folded her arms over her chest and drew her brows tight. “What the hell, Theo? I go grab another round from the bar and you sneak off with my friend?”

“She dragged me in here, hot stuff. I don’t think I’m the first guy she’s brought here.”

“Doesn’t matter if she dragged you in here or not. You let her blow you. And just so you know, I’m the one that showed her this closet.”

Cee-Cee sauntered closer and ran her finger down his shirt. Her lips lingered near his, but she didn’t kiss him. She simply stared. Theo wasn’t sure if it was deviousness or desire in her gaze. Yet the moment she spun around and pressed her back to his chest, he had his answer.

“Come on, Theo.” She glanced over her shoulder. “I wanna see if you live up to the fantasy. Show me what you got.”

Even if he wanted to object, he couldn’t have. She wrapped one hand around his neck and guided his lips to hers. The other curled around his shaft, stroking it.

Fuck yeah.

Giving in to his want, he slid his hand down her shirt, under her bra, and cupped one of her breasts. She moaned, but the sound was lost when he rolled her tongue with his. All images of Cassie came rushing back, even more than it had with Elle.

Her nipple hardened under his palm, but he was too focused on the spot where he’d placed his other hand—her clit. Gaining access was easy, especially since she wasn’t wearing any panties.
 

In fact, if he took the notion, he could have her whenever he wanted. All it would take is gripping both her wrists, pinning her body to the wall, and thrusting himself so deep, he’d have to kiss her to drown out her screams. Judging by the way she was already moaning, he had a feeling she was a screamer.

He swirled his fingers, pressing her clit harder. No way was she going to tease him and not be affected. Hell no. He’d make her so wet, she’d beg him to fuck her. The way her breathing grew heavier, it wouldn’t be much longer before she caved.

Once her hand fell from his neck, she hiked up her skirt and brushed her ass against him. She broke their kiss, but not to speak. The only sound she made were guttural moans that had him swelling again.
 

“You want me, Theo?” Her voice had a desperate tone that unnerved him. He knew it wasn’t Cassie rubbing her ass all over him, even knew it wasn’t her he was about to plunge deep inside, but it didn’t stop him from thinking it was.

“Yes,” he finally answered. His lips found her neck, and he scraped her skin with his teeth.

She worked his cock between her legs, and circled her hips. The motion had him sliding back and forth, but not inside. Damn he wanted to be inside her.

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me, Theo. Tell me how much you need me.”

“I want you,” he whispered, sliding his lips up to her ear. “God, I want you so much. I need you
so much
. Please, Cassie…”

By the time he realized what he’d said, she stiffened under his touch. All the heat forming between them faded when she spun around and faced him. “Who did you just call me?”