When I get to the new club downtown half an hour later, Henry and Ash are positioned near the entrance, their eyes trained on Joey. I follow their gaze to where she stands with two other girls and a group of older guys. Way older guys.
“Who the fuck are they?” I ask as I approach.
Henry keeps his eyes on Joey while Ash turns to me. “No idea, Boss. Look like city types. They’ve been talking to the girls for about a half hour now. Bought them a few drinks.”
“Have either of you spoken to Joey?” They’re supposed to keep their distance when she’s out with her friends, but I like them to actually check in with her at least once every few hours.
Henry nods. “I checked in on her about ten minutes ago. She said she was fine and having a good time.”
“Hmm.” I chew on my lip and watch her. One of the guys leans close and whispers something in her ear that makes her laugh. His hand dusts over her hip and my chest tightens. “You two can finish up.”
“You sure, boss?” Ash asks.
“Yeah. I can take it from here.”
“You wanna go grab a bite?” Henry asks his buddy.
Ash agrees and they head out, leaving me to stand alone at the bar and watch my girl. Too busy having fun with her friends and flirting with the guys who are old enough to be her father, she doesn’t look over and notice that her security detail has changed. I glare at the one who keeps touching her—brushing her arm, bumping her hip when he talks to her, resting his hand on her shoulder. He’s at least twenty years older than her, and he’s going to lose that fucking hand if he puts it on her one more time.
“You here alone?” a soft voice says, giggling in my ear. I turn my head and find Monique standing beside me.
“Hey, Mo,” I give her a disinterested nod and return my attention to Joey and the piece of shit who’s practically salivating over her. She smiles at him, and he cups her chin in his hand. Does this jackass actually think he gets to kiss her?
Monique puts her hand on my arm. “You want a drink?”
“Nope. I’m working.”
“Are you Joey’s bodyguard for this evening then?” she whispers, her lips close to my ear.
I shrug her off. “What do you want, Monique? Shouldn’t you be over there with Joey having fun?”
“Nah. Those douchebags she and the girls are talking to are assholes.”
Well, at least we can agree on that. “Who’s that other girl? I’ve never seen her before.”
“That’s Amy,” Monique says with a dramatic sigh. “Lexi invited her out. They went to college together. You want a mint?” She takes a small tin out of her purse.
“Is that your pickup line?” I ask her with a smirk, keeping one eye on Joey and the douchebags.
She laughs, then holds the breath mints in front of my face. The design catches my attention, and I take the tin from her, studying it. Elena’s Erotic Arena is printed on the top of the lid in neon pink.
“What the hell have you been doing at a sex club in Racine?”
She opens her mouth and then closes it again in an incredibly rare display of being lost for words. Her cheeks turn bright red. “I w-wasn’t. My boyfriend lives above the place.” She snatches the tin out of my hand and shoves it back in her purse.
She disappears into the crowd, and I roll my eyes. I don’t give a fuck if she visits a sex club. As long as she doesn’t take Joey with her anyway. Speaking of … I turn my attention back to Joey and almost lose my shit when I see that asshole put his hand on her fucking ass and squeeze it. I barge through the crowd until I’m standing right behind him. Joey sees me first and her eyes widen. All the while, that fucker’s hand stays on her ass. My fucking ass.
Grabbing him by the hair, I yank his head back and grab his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back until I feel the satisfying pop of his shoulder dislocating. His agonized scream makes me grin menacingly. I shove him and he drops to the floor.
“Max!” Joey reprimands while his two friends come at me.
“You really want some too?” I say with a snarl as they hold their fists up like they have a snowball’s chance in hell of landing a punch.
They look at me and then at each other before they crouch down and help their friend instead.
“What the fuck, dude?” one of them says as the fucker struggles to sit up, his arm dangling at an unnatural angle.
“Any of you ever touch her again, and I will tear every one of your limbs from your fucking bodies and wrap them around your throats.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Joey shrieks as bar security surrounds us. They all know me—or know of me—so they focus on the asshole and his two buddies rather than me.
I grab Joey by the arm. “Say goodnight to your friends. You’re leaving.”
She opens her mouth to argue, and I glare at her. I guess she recognizes the look in my eyes because she rolls hers and says goodnight to her friends, who stare at me with an equal measure of wariness and amusement. Marching Joey through the crowd and out the back exit, I feel the rage vibrating through her body.
We step into the cool night air, and as soon as I release my grip on her, she spins on her heel and slaps me across the face so hard that I bite my lip. Running my tongue over the inside of my mouth, I taste blood. Brat!
“What the hell was that?” she shouts.
“He was old enough to be your father.”
Her beautiful face twists into a scowl. “So? He was just talking to me.”
“He was holding onto your fucking ass like it was his personal property.”
She folds her arms across her chest. “You are unbelievable, you know that? I was just having a little fun. It was harmless.”
“It’s not harmless when he wants some sort of payback for the drinks he’s been buying you, because that’s what guys like him are about, Joey. It’s not harmless when he’s trying to get you back to his place for a quick—” I rake my hands through my hair. She’s too distracting and I’ve said too much already.
“A quick what, Max? A quick fuck?”
Her sneer shreds the last sliver of restraint I have. I push her against the wall, making her gasp as I press my body against hers, flattening her next to the cool brick. She stares up at me with those huge brown eyes, rough breaths fluttering against her full pink lips. My cock strains against the zipper of my jeans. I know she can feel me. She rocks her hips, grinding herself on me. Before I can think through the consequences of what I’m doing, I wrap a hand around her throat. “You want to be fucked, Joey? Is that it?”
Her breath catches. Her beautiful tits shudder against my chest. “You’re too afraid of my brothers to fuck me.”
“You think?” My free hand coasts down her body, over her ribs and the curve of her hip, making her shiver.
Her dark eyes burn into mine. “Yeah.”
I grip the edge of her short dress and she lets out the softest and sexiest little moan I’ve ever heard in my entire goddamn life. Yanking it up, I push my hand between her thighs and brush my fingertips over the tiny scrap of fabric covering her pussy. It’s damp. And I am fucking done for. I squeeze her throat a little harder. “Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Why? Because that jackass was touching you?”
“What do you care?” she snaps, and her smart mouth makes my cock throb.
Curling the tips of my fingers around the soft material, I tug her panties aside and gently caress her bare pussy. It’s so fucking smooth. Either freshly shaved or waxed—like she really was looking to get fucked tonight. “Or is it because I’m touching you?”
“Fuck you,” she spits.
Blood thunders in my ears. I shouldn’t do this. Not with her. I should go back inside the bar and do this with someone, anyone, other than Joey Moretti.
“You want me to, huh?” I taunt, dusting the pads of my fingers over her swollen clit.
She groans, rocking her hips for more friction. “You wouldn’t dare.”
I press my forehead against hers. One hand still wrapped around her slender neck, I slide two fingers between her folds, biting my lip to stifle the groan that rumbles through my chest. She feels like hot liquid silk.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers.
“You like that?”
“Y-yeah.”
Slipping my hand farther into her panties, I circle her entrance and her entire body quivers. When I push a finger inside her, her back bows off the wall and she cries out into the darkness. Her pussy squeezes me, snug and hot.
“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, baby girl, or someone might hear us.”
I know this club. Nobody has access to this alleyway unless they come through the fire exit we just came out of, and the bouncers wouldn’t dare come out here after me. Still, I don’t want to draw any attention to our illicit activities.
She sinks her perfect white teeth into the plump bow of her lip and gives me a faint nod.
“You’re so fucking tight, Joey,” I groan as I work my finger a little deeper.
“Do you always talk this much?” She raises her eyebrows in a challenge, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I knew you didn’t have the balls to fuck me.”
Spoiled little brat. I squeeze her throat a little tighter as I pull my finger out of her and unfasten my belt and zipper. “So, you just want to be fucked, is that it?”
Her eyes flash with heat. “Do you have a condom?”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “Do you?”
Her throat constricts as she swallows. “In my purse.” She glances down at the small square of leather that rests against her hip.
That pisses me off even though I should be proud of her for being responsible, but nothing I feel about this girl is rational. “I guess you’d better get it then.”
She hesitates, making me frown. “I’m on birth control, Max,” she whispers. “And I trust you. If we don’t need one, then that’s okay.”
Holy fucking fuck! I guess if I get to fuck her just this once, I should feel her the way nature intended. “I always wear them, Joey. I’m clean.”
“So am I.”
With my cock in one hand and the other wrapped around her slender throat, I lose all sense of logic and reason. “Wrap your legs around me,” I command.
Uncharacteristically for Joey Moretti, she does as she’s told, holding onto my shoulders and wrapping her long legs around my waist until the crown of my cock is positioned at her entrance. Her breath hitches as she stares into my eyes. Waiting for me to fuck her. My cock throbs, desperate to feel her around me. I slide in just a little, forced to go slower and gentler than I intended because she’s so fucking tight.
“Max,” she hisses, her eyes fluttering closed as I stretch her open. Her molten, silky heat squeezes me tight, causing all the blood in my body to rush south.
I pull almost all the way out. The tip of my cock is slick with her arousal, making it a little easier to push back in again, but it’s still a struggle. I’m a big guy and I have six piercings, five along my shaft and one in the crown. It’s a lot to fit inside a tight pussy and this isn’t the ideal place to fuck. It would be so much easier if I could lay her down somewhere and spread her wide open. Then I would sink inside her to the hilt.
I brush my lips over her skin, sliding my free hand to her ass and pulling her leg higher to get a better angle. “Let me inside you, baby girl.”
“I’m trying,” she whimpers, but she shifts the angle of her hips, which allows me to push deeper.
“Good girl,” I grunt, lips pressed against her ear.
Her pussy muscles clamp around my cock in response, squeezing me tight as she moans my name. So, my spoiled little brat has a praise kink.
“You’re so fucking wet, Joey. You like my cock in you?” I growl, even though I can barely get halfway inside her tight little cunt.
Wet heat slicks over me as she whimpers and mewls.
I run my nose along her neck. She smells so good, a mix of cotton candy-scented perfume and hot, fresh sweat mingled with the scent of sweet cum dripping from her pussy. My mouth finds hers, and I lick her plump lips. She opens them on a soft moan, allowing me to slip my tongue inside and taste her. I’ll certainly regret this later because she tastes sweeter than anything I’ve ever experienced. Decadent and sinful. I tongue fuck her mouth, claiming it for my own as I claim her pussy, swallowing every whimper and moan that I wring from her incredible body.
Sliding my hand between our bodies, I find her swollen clit and rub it firmly as I pick up my pace, driving my hips and managing to sink deeper with each thrust. I’m feral with the need to get as far inside her as possible, but I still can’t get all the way in.
I rock my hips, setting as punishing a pace as I can. She winces every time I manage to dip a little deeper, but her pussy grows slicker and looser with each thrust. Her legs begin to shake, her breaths growing faster and harder as her walls squeeze me tight. My girl is on the edge. I break our kiss and she pants for air.
“Oh fuck, Max.”
“That’s it, baby girl. Come hard for me. I want to feel you on my cock.”
Her eyes roll back in her head and her skin flushes with heat and pleasure as she lets go for me. Legs trembling and breathing ragged, she drops her head onto my shoulder while I fuck her through her climax. Her wet pussy flutters, milking my cock, and when she sinks her nails into my shoulder muscles a few seconds later, I drive into her one last time, groaning her name as I grind out my own orgasm.
“Fuck, Max, that was … intense.”
I hum my agreement, unable to speak because I’m breathing so hard. Sliding out of her, I look down and the sight of my blood-streaked cock knocks the remaining breath from my lungs.
My hand is still wrapped around her throat, and I tilt her head upward until her dark eyes meet mine. “Joey, please tell me you’re expecting your period.”
Her brow knits into a frown. “What? No, why?”
I release my grip on her neck and lower her legs to the ground before I look down again, hoping this time my dick won’t be covered with what I think it is. “You’re bleeding.”
“It’s okay. That happens the first time, right?”
Holy fuck, I’m going straight to hell. “Please tell me I didn’t just take your virginity behind a dumpster in an alleyway?” I plead.
“I could tell you that, but I’d be lying.” She drags her bottom lip through her teeth and blinks up at me, her face so full of fucking innocence while her body is all sex and sin.
“Fuck, Joey,” I snap, my tone sharper than intended as I tuck my bloodstained cock back into my jeans.
“I-I thought you knew,” she whispers, hurt flashing in her eyes.
I brush her hair back from her face. “Of course I didn’t know. If I had, I never would have …” I shake my head and sigh, sliding my hand to possessively palm the back of her neck.
“You would never have what?” She gives me a defiant glare as she fixes her dress, but I don’t miss the tremor in her voice or the slight tremble of her bottom lip.
I would have taken you to bed and fucked you properly. “I would have made sure it was a little more memorable, baby girl. I wouldn’t have been so rough with you if I’d known you’d never …” I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“It was pretty memorable to me,” she whispers.
“How is it even possible, Joey? How can you be a virgin?”
“Seriously, Max? The girl who can’t breathe without someone watching over her? When exactly would I have found the time to have sex, let alone find someone crazy enough to risk my brother’s wrath?”
I guess she has a point. “But I thought … maybe in Italy?”
She lets out a sarcastic laugh. “In the convent school? Where Lorenzo had me locked down tighter than a prisoner in a maximum-security facility? Oh yeah, plenty of opportunity to get my rocks off there.”
My cell vibrates in my pocket, interrupting our conversation. I take it out and frown at the screen, and for the first time in my life, I ignore Dante’s call. “I need to get you home.”
She rolls her eyes. “Of course you do.”
We wind through the streets of Chicago, Joey straddling the bike behind me, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. If I had the choice, I’d drive as slowly as possible. In fact, I’d prefer to not take her home at all. But no doubt her brothers have learned that I dismissed Henry and Ash and want to know where she is, especially since I didn’t take Dante’s call. So instead, I drive full throttle, her thighs gripping my hips.
