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JACK

BAMBIE’S BACK

“ G o home, Jack.”

Turning away from my open ogling of Bambie’s sexy back, I focus on Tink’s angry scowl.

Closing one eye, I work on bringing her into focus. “No way. Imma stick around a little longer. Get me another drink.”

Her brows pull tight. I know that face; she’s about to stab me. “No, I’m not getting you another drink! Go home before I call the guys to get your stupid ass.”

I sway on my feet and clutch at the bar to stay upright. I might be a little wasted. Or a lot fucked.

Probably the second.

Today was supposed to be my fight.

I should’ve been defending my title, but instead, I just handed it back. Literally, here you go, motherfuckers.

A decade of keeping it in our gym, and I just give it back.

Just another bullet point on my list of ‘Jack is a big fat fucking disappointment.’

I disappoint my family.

I disappoint myself.

I ruin everything.

“No.” Swaying, I bump into the guy next to me. “I’m staying. But you gotta get me another drink before I sober up. Quick now, fairy! Chop, chop! ”

“No.” Her angry eyes sparkle. “My job is to serve alcohol responsibly . Giving you more is just stupid.”

“No. Your job is to take your ass home, cook dinner for my brother, and change shitty diapers so he doesn’t have to do it. But since you insist on being a fuckin’ feminist, get me a damn drink!”

When her lips purse dangerously, I know Jon’s fist will make contact with my face tomorrow morning.

Time to keep drinking. Numb tomorrow’s pain, too.

“I’m calling you a cab.” Lifting her hand, Tink looks over my shoulder and flags a bouncer.

I scoff with arrogance. No one’s gonna move me until I’m ready to move. “I’m not going, Tink. I need another drink.”

Leaning forward with gentle eyes, her hand presses over mine. “I’m asking you to go home, Jack. I’m begging you. Don’t you care that you hurt us? That you hurt Kit? You need to go home, sleep it off, then find the old Jack again.”

“No. Old Jack died on the side of a highway, but I happen to think the new me is pretty fucking cool.” Turning, I zero in on her . “What I need is to get laid. Change of plans; call the cab. I’m ready for bed.”

“I know you miss her, okay? I know you do. We all do, but you can’t keep killing yourself like this. You have to take care of yourself, Jack. Because when you hurt yourself, you hurt Kit. That’s not okay.”

“Whatever.” Stepping away from the bar, I slip to the side as the bouncer gets a little confident. I don’t wanna call my sister for bail money tonight. I don’t wanna break her heart… more. “Call a cab, Tink. I’ll wait for it out front.”

Walking across the dancefloor and moving toward the edge of the club, I stop behind the group of girls that make up every man’s wet dream, wrap my arms around Bambie’s stomach, and press my chest to her back.

Surprised by my touch, she jumps in my arms, but spinning with a sly grin, she presses her chest against mine and studies my eyes.

She’s just as pretty as I remember.

I’ve been watching her all night; she’s been dancing for me, with hardly any clothes, just the perfect amount to show off sexy ribs, amazing ink, and the back dimples I’ve maybe been searching for in every girl since the last time I saw her.

If I was her man, she wouldn’t be shaking her ass in a club while dressed like this.

But I’m not her man.

Ducking my head low, I slide my tongue along her plump lips and smile at the strawberries on her breath. Just like last time. Dipping inside her delectable mouth, I swallow her sigh and pull her hips close until she’s pressed against my erection.

Lifting her arms and wrapping them around my shoulders, we dance and kiss like we’re really together and not a couple strangers in the night.

Sliding my fingertips along her naked ribs, counting each one, then along the sides of her tits, I nibble on her lips and slide my thumbs over her puckered nipples.

I freeze.

Her breath bursts out on an excited exhale.

My head whooshes with excitement and wonder.

Her eyes come to mine and dare me to take a look.

I wanna see what’s under this top. Now . And since Tink’s here tonight, upstairs is a non-option. She’d cut me bad.

“Wanna get outta here?”

Nodding without hesitation, Bambie’s hair tickles my hands and sends tingles straight to my cock. “Uh-huh.”

Taking her hand in mine, I take one single step away before she digs her heels in and pulls me back. “No. Wait!”

She pulls me back around until I come face to face with the two blondes and their dirty grins. I skim over the curly headed chick. She can’t exist right now. She’ll ruin everything.

“What?”

Blonde number one looks me up and down with an appreciative eye. “What’s your name?”

Smirking, I pull Bambie in close and check the lookalikes out. If this is a prelude to a little group fun, I could be okay with that. They’re all hot. Bambie might be the best, she might be the siren that draws my eye, but the others aren’t ugly.

“My name?”

Shyly, blonde number two nods. “We can’t let you steal our friend and murder her. We need her back. So we need your name for the police; just in case.”

Oh… So no group action. Bummer .

“Just give them your name.” Bambie squeezes my hand. “Perhaps some collateral.”

Stumbling to the left and letting Bambie hold me up, I grin like a wasted fool. “Are you drunk? Can you drive?” Pulling my keys from my pocket, I dangle them between us.

With her bracelets jangling, and her black manicured nails, she reaches up and snatches them from my hand. “I’m not smashed. But I can’t drive, either.” Tossing the keys to one of the blondes, she grins. “There’s your collateral. Those are fancy keys for a fancy car. He’ll want it back. Maybe give them to the bouncers or something on the way out.”

I nod and sway. “I won’t murder her or wear her skin, pinky promise. Give them to Mike, or Tink, or… fuck. Whoever. Give ‘em to the band, I don’t care. Don’t crash it, okay?” Staring at the braver blonde as she strokes my keys, my eyes narrow. “Have you been drinking?”

Burping loudly, a man’s belch, she nods and dissolves into a puddle of girly giggles. “Little bit.”

“Don’t fucking drive, okay?” I’m not too high right now to know right from wrong. I won’t have more blood on my hands. “Don’t drive, Blondie. Don’t even try it. Drunk driving kills.”

She nods seriously. “Okay.”

“You promise?”

“Pinky promise. Just don’t kill my friend.”

“I won’t. My name’s Jack. See ya.”

Dragging Bambie along behind me, fast and a little rough, she giggles and keeps up. Left hand secured in mine, hugging my bicep with her right, we move through the door at a trot. “Your name’s Jack?”

I roll my eyes. As if she didn’t know that. “Yeah, Bambie. My name’s Jack.” Lifting my chin at the cab across the street, I pull her across the road and help her slide in. “Take me home.”

“Yeah, bud.” Pulling away from the curb, the cab driver keeps his eyes front and center, and I lean in to take Bambie’s hot mouth with mine.

Responsive, potent, so fucking soft and delectable, all my demons silence as I bury myself in everything Bambie, and meet her tongue stroke for stroke.

Within minutes, we pull up to my family’s estate gates. Tossing a fifty into the front seat, I push the door open and help her slide out onto sexy high heeled boots. Slamming my hand down on the control panel for the automated gate system, she watches on with a gaping mouth.

“Woah. Are you rich or something?”

“Ha! I used to be.” I’ve spent more this year than I’ve earned.

The truth is, I was a multi-millionaire until this year. Many multi’s. However, when you take a twenty-five-year-old guy set on killing himself with drugs and alcohol and zero responsibility, add in a fondness for nice cars – since my Rav died with Steph – sprinkle in a habit of buying girls while in the city, and a few failed gambling attempts – big fails – well… I’m damn near broke .

I live here because this is my family’s property, but if they weren’t so charitable – or stubborn – I’d be pretty damn homeless right about now.

“That’s cool. Pretty houses.” Drunkenly, she swings her lithe body up onto my back and chokes me half to death as we move the length of my too-long road. Nibbling along my neck and shoulder, she has my mind relaxing and my body turning to jelly.

I wanna fuck her.

I wanna lay my head on her belly and rest.

Concentrating on not falling over, I carry her up my front stairs and fumble the keys as I try to select the right one. Even though I drop the keys twice and nearly choke to death from Bambie’s tight grip around my neck, listening to her playful giggles each time I unsteadily bend down to collect them makes me smile.

I fucking smile like I haven’t in a while.

Finally pushing the key into the lock and swinging the door wide, I stumble in, spin back, slam the door, and shimmy the beautiful girl around my body until she’s on my front and pinned between me and the wall.

Diving in, I take her plump bottom lip between mine and catch her breathy excitement. Her hands rush into my hair, and though they’re not wrapped around my neck anymore, I still struggle to catch my breath.

Groping hands, nipping teeth, we move fast and rough; each time we bite, we soothe with a gentle tongue.

Pulling away from the wall and stumbling in the general direction of my staircase, I press her against the adjacent wall and move in to nibble on her jaw.

“Bambie…”

“Mmm.” Blindly groping in search of the hem of my shirt, she tugs it up and hums with pleasure. “Your shoulders are sexy as hell.”

“Mhm.” I bite down on hers. “Yours are delicious.”

Laughing, she forces my head up and slams her lips down over mine. “I’ve had wet dreams about you.” Her large eyes flutter with innocence. “So many dreams. You have no idea how many times I’ve come thinking about you.”

Dick throbbing between us, I groan and push forward in search of warmth. “Jesus, Bambie. Thinking about you touching yourself turns me on.”

“Thinking about you touching me turns me on.”

Thinking about her manicured nails fucking herself has me panting like a mutt. Her nails digging into my flesh have me squeezing her tighter than I should .

“You gonna touch yourself for me?”

“Nuh-uh.” Pulling back on a breathy exhale, her eyes find mine. “I coulda done that by myself at home.” Giggling, she dives in and bites my jaw. “I’m here with the real thing. No way am I using my fingers.”

Pressing her against the wall and reaching between our bodies, I slide my hand into her shorts until my fingers slide over her clit and her breath rushes out on a gasp. “I’ll touch you, Bambie, don’t worry.” Pressing my tongue against hers, I savor the taste of strawberries and sex. “I might actually die if you didn’t let me touch you tonight.”

Moving her hips, she slides along my knuckles in search of pleasure. “What about you? Will you touch yourself for me, Jack?”

“I touch myself every fuckin’ day.” I bite along her lips. “I’ll whack off for you if that turns you on. I’ll whack off on you. I’ll whack off in front of you. Please just let me get off.”

Smiling mischievously at the desperation in my voice, she pushes me away, and when I frown, she wiggles her hips the exact way my toddler niece does when she wants to be put down.

Setting her down on sexy heeled feet, disappointment washes over me at the abrupt end to what was going to be amazing. Shaking her head and confirming my thoughts, I prepare to call a cab, but instead of leaving, she drops to her knees and works my belt between her hands.

“Fuck yes,” I hiss.

With quick hands and smooth moves, she slides my belt away and noisily drops it to the tiled floor. Tugging the denim over my hips, then my boxers, she doesn’t allow me even two seconds to process what the fuck’s going on before she takes me in her mouth and has me turning weak.

Pressing my forehead against the wall, I attempt to lean and watch her work my cock between her lips.

Lifting one hand above my head and threading the other in her soft hair, I brush it back and watch the show she puts on for me. When she squats down low, her lean thighs flex and support her easily. With her left hand on my ass, she pulls me in close until her head bumps against the wall and my cock bumps against the back of her throat.

Sliding her right hand along her own thigh, feathery light touches, she reaches inside her shorts and sends sparks of pleasure sprinting through my veins when her throat closes around me on a sensual groan.

“Jesus, Bambie.” Tilting my head to watch her fingers slide in and out, I mentally send her shorts to the depths of a fiery and painful hell for still being on her body and blocking my view .

Moving her fingers to the same rhythm as her mouth, she whimpers and scrunches her eyes closed as she brings us both pleasure and I simply stand over her like a lazy piece of shit.

“Jesus, Bambie. Fuck, you feel good.”

“Mmm.” The deep vibrations of her hum have my balls drawing up and threatening to end it all. Fast as I used to be – once upon a time – I pull out of her mouth and have her big eyes shooting up to mine in shock. “What are y–”

“Come here.” Bending low, I pull her up until her legs wrap around my hips. Waddling through my foyer with my jeans around my ankles, I take her tongue in my mouth and savor every groan she gives.

Every noise of pleasure she makes sends shocks of electricity to my dick and an insane need to claim her.

“Gonna fuck you, Bambie.” I pull her tongue into my mouth and hold it hostage until she whimpers. “In my bed this time.”

“Okay.”

Using one hand to hold her light frame up, I use the other to work on removing her top. Helping me, she takes the hem and peels it over her head, and as she drops it to the floor, her hair seductively floats back down to cover her shoulders.

Instantly drawn to what I knew I could feel at the club, I groan and study the silver bar. “You have a nipple piercing.” Folding my body in half, I bring her tit into my mouth until she cries out and clutches at my hair. “This might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“You haven’t seen my clit yet.”

Laughing and groaning at the same time, I shake my head and nibble on the silver bar and pink flesh. “I’m replacing your tit with your clit in about three minutes.”

Moaning, she hugs my face against her chest. “I fucking hope so.”

I stroke a hand along her ribs, along the tattoos I saw teasing glimpses of earlier, then over strong thighs and smooth leather.

“Shit!” Annie yelps when I step on her tail. Skittering noisily up the stairs, I shake my head and make a plan to apologize tomorrow.

“You okay?”

“Mmm.” Climbing the stairs one dangerous step at a time, I nibble along her chest and work my way back up to her neck. “Do you bathe in strawberries?”

“Hmm?”

“Swear to God, you taste like strawberries. ”

Giggling, then stopping on a squeak, she lets out a whooshed breath when I reach the top landing and slam her against the hallway wall.

I’m being too rough. Too demanding. Too whatever, but as I bring her surprisingly unpierced tongue into my mouth, I find I can’t help it.

I can’t slow down.

Hungrily exploring her hips, I set her down on her feet, drop to my knees, and tear the leather shorts down her legs. “Do you taste like strawberries all over, Bambie?”

Dropping her head back against the wall, she opens her legs and threads her fingers in my hair.

Taking that as invitation and pinning her hips to the wall, I lean in and snake my tongue between her legs.

“Oh God!” Jutting her hips forward, she works to ride my face. “Fuck, Jack.”

“Yeah, you do.” I groan and keep sampling. “Strawberries.”

“Fuck.” Her fingers tug on my hair. “Don’t you fucking stop. I’ll kill you if you stop.”

I stop anyway.

Her face turns murderous, her eyes glittering with feral attitude, but before she can say or do anything, I take her mouth with mine and stifle her anger.

Lifting her, kissing, groping, laughing, and tripping, we make our way down the hall and into my room.

As soon as my naked shins touch the foot of my bed, I toss her down and smile at her flying hair and playful laughter.

Angrily, Annie’s eyes meet mine in the dark, and when she saunters out of the room on three legs, I know she’s going to punish me tomorrow.

That’s a problem for future me. Right now, I have a beautiful woman in my bed, and her eyes are on my cock.

Kicking my shoes off and pushing my pants to the floor, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the end of my bed.

Each second I stand over her, each article of clothing I toss aside, her smile grows larger.

Arrogantly, I stand tall and pull my shoulders back. “You like what you see, Bambie?”

Nodding, she bites her bottom lip. “I’m not shy. I definitely like what I see.” Sitting up and shuffling to the end of my bed, she opens her legs so I stand between. Bringing her hands up, she trails them, feather soft, along my abs, my chest, then traces my ink. “You have a nice body, Jack. Only someone who worked really hard for it has a body like yours. I’m not complaining.”

Smiling, I lean forward and push her down until she lies flat and our lips reconnect. Like ecstasy in my blood, my bare dick brushes against her naked pussy and makes me weak.

Soon.

So fucking soon.

I’m not stupid enough to go bareback with a girl from the club, but fuck, just thinking about it has my blood running warmer.

Feathering kisses along her silky skin, I move over her shoulders, her collarbone, her chest. Finally taking her pierced nipple between my lips, I close my eyes and savor the sound of her cries.

Suckling one, and kneading the other, I grind my hips against the bed and pray I don’t come any time in the next four hours.

I wanna make this shit last.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “That feels so good.”

“Mmm.” I switch nipples. “Why’d you only pierce one?”

Dazed, confused, she looks down at me. “Huh?”

“Why only one nipple piercing?”

“Oh.” She drops her head back. “Cause it hurt.”

Now it’s my turn to be confused. “Huh?”

“I was gonna get them both done. But seriously, he did that first bitch, and I was ready to rip his face off.” She giggles. “It hurt so fucking much. He was readying to do the second; I hauled ass outta there like it was on fire.”

Laughing, I trail my fingers down until I find her clit. “When did you get this done?”

“About a year ago.” Moaning, she grinds and chases my touch.

“Before or after your tit.”

“After.”

Stopping, my eyes snap to hers. “Your tit hurt so much, you said no fucking way, but then you get the bright idea to try that pain on your clit… Did you spend long thinking that through?”

Giggling, she tugs my hair and sends a bolt of electricity to my dick. “Believe it or not, I did. I don’t do much of anything without thinking it through.”

“You’re braver than me, Bambie.”

Flexing her biceps, she looks down at me with a double chin and a beautiful grin. “I’ve got guns, Jack. I’m brave. ”

Shaking my head and trying to smother my laughter, I roll us so she comes up and straddles me in nothing more than sexy boots and tit jewelry.

I’ve dreamt of her, too.

It’s time to collect.