Tough Guy: A Hero Club Novel Jamie Schmidt (i read book TXT) 📖

began to move, using his body to come. Winding my arms over my head, I stretched and bounced. Panting, I had to lean down and hold his shoulders to get the angle I needed. It made my breasts brush his face.

Miles held them close so he could lick and suck on both nipples at once. I held on and rocked to the beat of the headboard and danced to the screech of the bedsprings. Harder and harder I danced on him. I came apart, clutching half-moons into his chest and crying out his name.

He pushed me gently and I landed on my back, still trying to catch my breath. Flipping me over, Miles yanked me to all fours and plunged back into me again.

“Yes,” I groaned over and over again. He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled. I went wild but he held me there, fucking me from behind, his own breathing now ragged grunts. I lost count of how many times he made me come, but the pounding of his hips grew frantic. Miles clutched me tight and snarled a guttural curse as he jerked and came.

I was boneless. I accepted his heavy weight and never wanted to move again.

“Jackie,” he said after several long minutes and a few attempts to speak.

“Mmmm,” I said, already half asleep.

“I never want to let you go.”

I smiled. I felt the same way.

Chapter Seventeen

Miles Carvello

My phone was ringing. I let it go to voice mail. Jackie was zonked out over my chest and I was spent from the wild lovemaking. When it rang again, I knew it was trouble. Carefully easing out from under her, I grabbed my phone and took it into the bathroom and closed the door. I wasn't surprised that it was Highway calling. I was surprised that it was only two in the morning. Seemed like it should be later.

“What, for fuck's sake?” I said.

“Ginny's here.”

“She's late.”

“Thought you’d like to know.”

“Keep an eye on her.” I had told Highway that I’d changed my mind about Ginny and decided to give her a second chance. It made him suspicious because I never gave anyone a second chance. “Was that all?” I wanted to get back to Jackie and feel her lithe body against me. I was starting to get my second wind.

“Paulie's back too.”

“Shit.” I wanted to talk to him about the bullshit drugs and the gun.

“Do you want me to have a few words with him?”

“No. Don't scare him off. Zeke's not there too, is he?”

“No.”

“Does Paulie seem frantic, like there was something missing from his locker?”

“Not that I heard.”

“Check around.”

“We got a thief?”

“I don't know what we got. How's security looking?”

“A few drunks. One guy tried licking Raven.”

I winced. “Was there anything left of him by the time you got there?”

“Plenty, and I learned a few new Russian curse words.”

“It's good to have a hobby. Has anyone approached Ginny for anything other than a lap dance?”

“Nope.”

“If she goes back into the dressing room with someone, let it happen.”

“Are you getting a cut of the action now? Is that why she's back?” Highway's tone was flat with disapproval.

“No, but trust me on this. I've got it covered.”

“How long are you going to be playing house in Carson City?”

“I'll be back tomorrow before prime time. Don't get your panties in a bunch.”

“I go commando.”

“And I needed to know that why?”

“Something sweet to think about before drifting off to sleep.”

I shook my head. “I'm going to bed. Don't call me unless the club is on fire or you run into something you can't handle. Everything else can wait until tomorrow night.”

“You got it, boss.”

I turned my phone off for the first time in two years. Dalton's could get along without me for a day. I hoped.

The next morning I convinced Jackie to take a shower with me. I loved the feel of her soapy breasts in my hands. And she loved rubbing my cock, slicked up with the same slippery suds.

“I'm going to come in your hands.” I lifted my mouth from hers to tell her.

“Yes,” she breathed, arching into me. “You are.”

“I don't want to stop fondling these to flick you into an orgasm.”

“I'm a little sore this morning,” she admitted, ducking her head shyly.

“Sorry about that.”

“No, I enjoyed it.” Jackie rubbed me harder.

Closing my eyes, I enjoyed her hard caress. “Why don't you give me a lap dance on my face then?”

“Not until you shave.” She gasped when I slammed both hands onto the wall to keep my balance.

I came all over her soapy hands and let the hot spray of the shower rinse us clean.

“I'll go shave.” I kissed her again.

“You're going to drown me.” She laughed.

Staggering out of the shower, I thought it was funny that I was a little weak in the knees. I must be getting old if marathon sex was slowing me down. I toweled off and wrapped it around my waist. I had just finished shaving when Jackie stepped out of the shower.

“You all right?” I asked as she steadied herself on my shoulder. “I was about to send out a search party.

Jackie wrapped her arms around me and laid a cheek against my back. “Just enjoying a long hot shower. I'm usually in the office and have had several client meetings by now.” She yawned. “Let's go hit a buffet or something. I could eat my shoes, I'm so hungry.”

“We can go to the Carson City Casino. They've got an all-you-can-eat spread that I hear is pretty decent.”

“I guess I have to get dressed,” she said grumpily.

“We could get room service,” I suggested. “Unless you're still sore.”

“I should be okay by lunch.” She reached around and untucked my towel.

“I'm sorry I was so rough,” I said, feeling a little guilty.

Jackie poked her head from around my body and smiled at me in the mirror. “It's not you. I'm not used to all this dancing and fucking. But I'm getting there.”

“Good.”

The breakfast buffet was a work of art. I