She made that sound, the one that unravelled everything within him when he heard it. Deep and low, a desperate, pleading sound as if she were willing her orgasm to manifest and then the tiny intake of breath as it did, like she was surprised.
The heat of her, the wet of her, the clamp of her pussy around his invading cock drove him on, drove him as the slap of his body against hers lured, as the rising scent of her body married with his. Sex and lust, need, craving and desire, and love too. She fit him in a way he’d never imagined. In every way, Katherine was his match, exciting and comforting.
He grunted as his cock shot, unloaded deep within her as she writhed through the echoes of her climax.
In the background, as his knees buckled and they headed to the floor, he heard the front door open and close and then his phone rang.
‘My God your ass is stellar,’ she said as he crawled to where he’d tossed his phone.
‘I’m glad you approve.’ He looked at the screen. ‘Uh oh, it’s Bingo.’
Kate regained feeling in her legs and moved into the bathroom to clean up and set her clothes to rights. When she came back out Dix was sitting on the bed, eating the food they’d had delivered.
‘What’s up?’
‘He’s going back to the Penny Pincher. He’s giving Leah space to think.’
‘Go on after him. He’s not a moron, but he probably needs a friend right about now. I’m going to talk to Leah and see if, between you and me, we can’t get these two crazy kids back together. Take him to a strip club or something suitably guy-bondy type. If you get a lap dance, do not return to me with feminine goo on your pants or I will maim you. Only my feminine goo is acceptable on any part of you. But who am I to refuse a stripper such a face?’
He stood up and smirked, kissing her hard. ‘And you’ll be where?’
‘Thunder From Down Under. Hunky Australian dudes taking clothes off, undulating, all that jazz. We have tickets and they’re non-refundable. What can I say? I wouldn’t want to waste the money. I’m all about value.’
He laughed. ‘I do like lap dances, but I like the one you gave me at that little club in Philly two months ago. Your goo is far more preferable. But hell, I like to look at strippers and it’ll give Bingo an outlet. God, I’ve got to stop calling him that. The rule goes for you too. I don’t want any male goo on you.’
‘I don’t think they do lap dances but I’ll keep that in mind. Now go.’ She pressed her key card into his hand. ‘You’re more than welcome to sleep here, in this luxurious bed, servicing me.’
‘Let’s hope I won’t have to endure a sympathy night at the Penny Pincher again.’ He pulled his shirt back on and stepped into his shoes as he ate the last bit of food. ‘We’re going to hash out this moving-in-together thing when Leah and Brandon have worked this through.’
Before she could argue, he swatted her ass and left.
Smiling, she wandered over to Leah’s door and tapped. ‘Leah? Girl, I hope Bingo didn’t wear you out, we have Australian strippers to ogle,’ Kate called through the closed door.
Leah opened up. ‘I’m ready.’
‘Good, you can tell me why poor little Bingo went away upset and why Dix is going to have to take him to a strip club.’
‘He’d better not bring him back with anything itchy.’
They both laughed as they got ready for their night on the town.
10
‘THOSE CAN’T BE real. Are those real? Those can’t be real.’ Laughing through her astonishment, Leah put a self-conscious hand on her chest. ‘Good Lord, they’re bigger than mine.’
Kate, drink in hand and eyes shining with laughter, had to catch her breath before she could speak. ‘All real and covered with enough oil to fry a basket of fries.’
The man gyrating on the stage had stripped down to a fringed loincloth, his long hair held back from his face by a leather headband. His broad, muscled chest gleamed under the barrage of disco lights as the music thumped. And then he did it again, the trick that had so astounded Leah. One, two, one, his pecs jerked in time to the bass beat. He never stopped grinning.
Leah finished her second margarita and leant back in the comfortable padded booth Kate’s connections had scored for them. ‘Damn, that’s impressive.’
The show had barely gotten under way, but already the screaming audience had been whipped into a frenzy by the totally cute emcee with the sexy Australian accent. The place was packed, wall-to-wall women, and not a one of them had to wave a dollar bill to get a stripper’s attention. Thunder From Down Under didn’t work that way. You paid to get in, you sat back and enjoyed the show.
‘I sort of miss the dollars,’ she confided to Kate. ‘I mean, they say that something like twenty-five per cent of the dollar bills in circulation have spent some time in a stripper’s G-string. Besides, stuffing money in a guy’s jock is so … tactile.’
Kate guffawed and slapped the table, then jerked the platter of nachos towards her to grab up a chip dripping with cheese and salsa. ‘You’d better slow down on those drinks. You’re starting to rationalise touching strippers again.’
‘As if that needed rationalising!’ Leah waved at the waiter, a cute young thing in a pair of black dress trousers and a bow-tie, and nothing else. ‘Another round!’
Then they had no more time for jokes, because the show began in earnest. And sure, it was a group of buff, toned and tanned men all greased up and shaking their moneymakers to 80s pop tunes, but what wasn’t there to love about that? Leah sipped at her third drink and sat back to enjoy
