No Quarter (NOLA's Own #2) (11 page)

“I love your laugh,” he said.

“So you’ve mentioned before.” I giggled.

“I’ll probably tell you again, too.” Cupping my face with a large hand, he pressed his lips to mine.

His tongue swept into my mouth, and he tasted so fine that I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped.

“Fuck, I love those little noises you make,” he said. “They make me wanna shove my dick in you and never leave.”

Reaching up above his head, he grabbed a blanket and threw it over us as he rolled me onto my back. Maneuvering between my thighs, he ground his hard-on against exactly the right spot.

“I’m gonna fuck you. Right here, right now—”

“There are
people
!” I cried, scandalized. I could hardly stand to kiss in public, let alone have a quickie.

“Ain’t no one here but Jace and Sheri, and they’re probably fuckin’ too,” he said matter-of-factly, sneaking a hand down to undo my bikini bottom ties. In the blink of an eye, he had whipped out his cock and was pushing it into me.

“Oh, fuck!” I gasped, arching up, taking all of it.

“
Shit
,” he hissed, straining into me, pressing me into the ground, making me bear his weight. “You feel so good,” he moaned against my mouth as he unloaded some of his weight onto his elbows. “I’ve been dyin’ to be up inside your drippin’ cunt since this mornin’.”

I fucking love it when he talks to me like that.

When he was vulgar and crude, it’d spark something hot and primal within me, and it’d make me come so quick
.
Offensive and wrong, yet it was
so right
, coming from him.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You wanted it bad, too.”

“Yesss…”
My hands grabbed on to his glorious bubble butt, pulling him deeper into me.

Pressing kisses along my chin, my jaw, and to my ear, he said softly, “You love it, don’t you?” He slid out long and slow before pushing back in the same way. “You love it when my dick is all the way inside you.”

“I do,” I whispered, my neck arcing and my head tilting back, giving him easier access to lick and suck at the sensitive skin. “I love it.”

“I know you do,” he told me in his husky hot-chocolate voice. “I love it, too.”

“Ohhh…” I moaned, feeling myself beginning to peak.

He covered my mouth with his hand and turned my head to the side, pressing his mouth to my ear. “You want me to make you scream, yeah? You don’t care who hears it. You don’t care who’s watchin’.”

I moaned incoherently into his palm. My cunt was starting to shiver with the orgasm that just continued to build and build and build…

“I want
everyone
to know I’m fuckin’ you, that I’m the
only
one fuckin’ you. I want everyone to see what it is I do to you when my dick is far up inside you—”

Aaaand I’m done.

My cunt squeezed and pulsed around him in strong, hard beats, setting his cock to jerk violently, as he buried his face in my neck and moaned, his hand fisting into my hair close to the scalp. Panting wildly, I clung to him, realizing I’d wrapped one leg around his hip, so the blanket had ridden up.

“Woohoo!” cried Jason. “That was fuckin’
hot
!”

Sheri’s tinkling laughter washed over us as she cheered along with her boyfriend. I went a brilliant bright red. I could feel it. Phil ignored them, instead kissing me and snaking his arms under my back, cradling me close.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“You’re a madman!” I hissed, but I broke out into a grin.

“Mmhmm…you got my love letter.”

As I watched Sheri chow down on a deluxe cheeseburger and a mountain of fries, I noticed how much she really enjoyed eating it. Thank fuck because her skinny ass was starting to grate on my poor eyes. Although I didn’t recommend a diet of cheeseburgers and fries for healthy weight gain to my patients, I wasn’t going to tell the poor woman not to eat one.

“I’ve asked Phil to help me with weight training once I put on a few more pounds. I never realized just how low on energy I was before I started eating better and exercising. But he told me to ask you first if I should. I think he thinks I’m too skinny, too.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t exercise. You’re doing great with yoga. With a little more muscle tone, you’ll be stronger with the poses.”

“So, you’ll tell him it’s okay?”

“Sure.”

“Awesome,” she said before taking another bite of her burger.

“I want to ask you something, too,” I told her after a few minutes. “But if it makes you uncomfortable—”

“Just ask.”

“Well…I was wondering if you could tell me about…” I felt my face go bright red. We were sitting outside, surrounded by other diners and a steady flow of traffic, both vehicular and pedestrian. Hoping I wouldn’t be overheard, I whispered, “Anal sex.”

She gave me a surprised look. “What about it?”

“Is it painful? Unnecessary? Gross?”

“It can be, definitely, and yeah. But I like it. A lot actually. Why? Phil wants to plug it up?”

Glancing around and satisfied that no one else was listening in, I replied, “Yes.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Phil’s always careful, so you know he’ll go slow. I suggest using lube. In fact, I’m pretty low myself. I’ll pick some up for you sometime this week, if you want.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure.”

“And remember to just relax. Being all tensed up is what makes it uncomfortable, even painful. And Phil’s fucking huge, so—” She turned the color of a deep sunburn. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“That I know how big his dick is. I’m sure it’s not something you’re happy about.”

“It’s really not something I
think
about, Sheri—well, at least not anymore. It’s in the past.”

She nodded, glancing out over my shoulder at the busy street behind me. “I’ve been thinking about a lot of things that I wish I had done differently. In hindsight, with the guys…I guess in the back of my head, I always knew this day would come, that they’d all find someone, and I would have to own up to my actions.”

“You didn’t act alone,” I told her. “They participated just as much as you did. And if you all truly enjoyed it, then what’s the big deal?”

“I’m just really lucky that you and Alys understand that. It could’ve been a lot worse. You could’ve held me responsible, blamed me, hated me.”

“But we don’t.”

“I’ve had anal with X,” she whispered in confession. “While having sex with Jason. Several times actually. And I feel as though I’ve betrayed Alys.”

“I’m sure she won’t feel that way. And you don’t need to mention it to her. Maybe X has already told her.”

“I’ve just felt so guilty about it. Alys is such a wonderful person, and…I’ve done shit with her boyfriend.”

“
Before
he was her boyfriend. She wouldn’t hold that against you, against either of you. And I think Alys has a bit of kinky in her, so I don’t think the type of sex would bother her either. So, no worries.”

“Will
you
tell her that I—”

“No, Sheri. It’s not my place to tell her anything of the sort.”

She nodded again, relaxing once more, and picked up a fry. “Okay. Thanks.”

“So, anal isn’t so bad then?”

“It’s not for everyone, but I kind of get the feeling there’s a bit of kinky in you, too.”

“Well, I
am
dating the monster cock of all cocks.”

She blushed again. “He goes all the way with you, right?”

“Huh?”

“He puts it all the way inside?”

Man, is she the color of a tomato!

Grinning at her obvious embarrassment, I felt the need to tease her a little. “Uh, yeah. That’s how you’re supposed to do it, right?”

“It’s just that he never—not that I know from actual experience or anything. I’ve never with him—um…”

“Sheri, he’s told me what it was like for him and why he used to do it, too.” In the face of her extreme discomfort, my teasing streak fizzled. I didn’t have it in me to be
mean.

She sagged into herself in her relief. “Oh, good. There were girls who thought he was a freak because he refused to put it all the way in—Brigid especially.”

“Didn’t she understand why?”

“I don’t think she cared, and to be honest, I don’t think he did either. She just wanted to fuck hot rock stars, and he got tired of fucking random girls. For her, it was all about what he could do for her rather than just enjoying being with him. I think she only put up with him because he was loaded.”

“She
put up
with him?” I said, dazed. “How can he be considered something to put up with? He’s fucking amazing!”

“Yeah, well, she’s a fucking cunt, such a shit talker. She constantly made fun of him behind his back and to
me
of all people.”

“Did you ever tell him?”

“No. With her, he seemed…I don’t know…
grounded
for the first time in a long time. I can’t say he was happy with her, just less miserable. The day he left her behind, she was fucking
livid.
I was dreading the fact that she was going to be coming on tour with us. But with no explanation, right before we were scheduled to leave, he ended it. I think he saw her true colors when that happened. He started talking about finding you again after that.”

“Huh.”

“I think he felt that she was just a way to pass the time. She was gorgeous, but she would never be
you
. He told me…he told me that he
knew
you weren’t anything like her, that he knew in his heart that you were a beautiful soul, and that you were all the goodness and happiness he needed in the world, so he should stop kidding himself with trying to find it in other women because there was only one you.”

“Really?”

“Really. I didn’t understand what he meant then, but I do now.”

“Do you remember us from that night? Me and Alys and Lili at Bougainvillea?”

She smiled. “I do. I remember how badass you all seemed, and I needed to push Alys out of the way so that Jason would see me. I couldn’t risk him spotting one of you and falling madly in love with any of you.”

“You knew him back then?” I asked, surprised.

“He was at the strip club I worked at a couple of nights before the show, and I served him his beer. He told me to check out his band and that he wanted to see me after…so I went. And that’s when I met the rest of the guys.”

“No shit.”

“I saw when Phil noticed you,” she told me, smiling sweetly. “The look on his face…I’ll never forget that. He looked as though someone had slapped him.
Bam!
Just like that. That’s why I was so shocked when he found me and Jace, and…I figured he was lost to you from that one moment. And it turns out, he really was.”

“What made you do it?” I asked quietly.

With a small shrug, she replied, “It was always a turn-on for me. I…I wasn’t prostituting myself. I want you to know that. But when I was working in the strip club, sometimes—promise me you won’t say anything to anyone?”

“Of course. Whatever you say to me is in the strictest confidence, Sheri. Always.”

“Sometimes, I used to take guys to the parking lot. For a long time, the only way I could get turned on or have an orgasm was if I was doing…
that
, you know? But I never took money or anything for it. It was for
me.
”

I nodded. I couldn’t sympathize, but I could empathize.

“I’d go weeks without doing it, but then something would trigger it inside me, and I’d go on a binge. Sometimes, two or three times a night for several days. I always told myself that I shouldn’t ever be in a committed relationship because I would need it, and no man deserved to be stuck with me and my pervy ways. So, random guys were my only option—until Jason walked in. I guess he thought I was better than the strippers were since all I did was serve drinks. He told me he wanted to see me again. But then, that night when Phil caught us in the van…”

I waited patiently as she searched for the words to continue.

“He was so pissed, Kenna. I could
feel
this pain radiating off him. And when he undid his fly and took it out, I felt like he understood something in me, too. Since Jason was like, ‘Yeah, do it,’ I just did it. After I blew him, Phil just popped a condom on and banged my friend Lisa—she was a stripper—while she was giving Tim a blow job. After, she told me she was happy Phil didn’t throw it all the way in because he was that huge.”

“What happened after that?” For some reason, as painful as hearing this was, I needed to know more. Curiosity had me pinned down and wouldn’t let me up until I knew her version of that night.

“Phil left the van, and I went after him because he seemed really upset. Jason told me he was practically a virgin and that he never thought Phil had it in him to do something like that. I told Jason he was an ass. I found Phil sitting in between the dumpsters, crying.
Sobbing
really. He told me about finding you, that he knew he had found the love of his life, and that you had disappeared after they had to go sign the revised paperwork for Rattlesnake. He said that he had never done something so fucked up in his life. He hated himself, and he told me that he felt like he had betrayed you in some way.”