Free That Man 2 by Nelle L'Amour Page A

McCoy. As I lay face down, a smile crossed my face. She was fucking adorable. She had the singing voice of the next American Idol and she was cutest, funniest drunk ever. She was totally obsessed with my cock. But she also made me laugh. Have fun. And yes, get hard. Hard as nails just with her smile. I’d managed once again to have her in my arms. A mere waif, she was so warm and delicious. Carrying to her room, I felt like her prince. And then, when I gently laid her down on her bed, she murmured my name in her stupor. My already hard-as-rock cock jumped. If her friend Libby hadn’t been there with me, I would have kissed those rosebud lips. My Sleeping Beauty. At least, I was wearing her down.
    But now, I’d unintentionally fucked things up. Bolting from my chaise and almost knocking down raging mad Kay, I jogged after Jennifer. She was taking angry giant steps toward the hotel entrance.
    “Jen, wait up!” I called out after her.
    Ignoring me, she quickened her pace. My jog sped up to a sprint. I was able to catch up to her. Gripping her by her shoulders, I stopped her in her tracks. I spun her around, and she faced me squarely. Anger flared in her emerald eyes.
    “Let go of me, Blake. I need to get back to my room and pack. I don’t want to miss my plane.”
    “Jen, I don’t even know those girls. Honestly. They mean nothing to me.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “No girl means anything to you.”
    Her words were like knives to my heart. My hands fell off her shoulders. For the first time in my life, I was speechless.
    She adjusted the straps of her tank suit and thanked me for releasing her. Her voice was as cold as ice. “I’ll have a topline report of the focus group findings to you first thing in the morning.”
    With that, she stormed off leaving me in the dry Vegas dust. Maybe Jennifer and me were not meant to be.
    *
    Hanging out at the pool was a big, big mistake. Thanks to that regrettably relaxing massage under the hot as balls sun, I’d conked out. Besides fucking things up with Jennifer, I’d overslept and missed my damn plane. There wasn’t another one available until late tomorrow afternoon. So, I was stuck in Vegas for another day. After my fallout with Jen, I checked back into the hotel. Maybe, missing my flight was a blessing in disguise. I could use the time away from my tiger to clear my head and figure out my next move. Our recent encounter had set things back. She simply refused to believe there was nothing going on between me and that trio of blondes.
    I moped up to my room and ordered room service. I then texted Jennifer to let her know about my change of plans—that I wouldn’t be back in the office until Tuesday. I eagerly awaited her reply. Zippo. She must already be on her flight back to Los Angeles. Or perhaps she was just ignoring me.
    While waiting for my dinner to arrive, I called Vera Nichols, my Vegas affiliate manager. She picked up the phone quickly. Since I was going to be in town for another day, I told her I wanted to visit some of the SIN-TV productions filming nearby. Because of the new California law requiring porn stars to wear condoms, many of our shows had recently moved to Sin City where they weren’t mandatory. It was just as well because filming in Nevada was a lot cheaper than filming in Los Angeles. Vera was extremely receptive to the idea and told me she would pick me up in the morning. I was glad she was coming along. Vera was a great gal and I could use the company.
    Room service arrived. I checked my phone. Still no response from Jennifer. After a few bites of my steak, I took a quick shower and went straight to sleep. I was too despondent to jerk myself off.
    *
    Monday morning, bright and early, Vera picked me up in her red Mustang convertible. Driving at eighty miles an hour, we were out of Vegas in no time, cruising down a newly built highway. At this hour, there were hardly any cars on the road. Vera was taking me to a remote area where many of our shows had