Free Xtreme by Ruby Laska Page B

mindful of the crowd, only of her desperate need and the orgasm that was building inside her. There was no question of holding it back; it was like an enormous wave approaching off the coast of her body, thundering, dangerous, and approaching with a force greater than her will.
    Daniel increased the pressure with his thumb, nimbly stroking and circling and teasing while he forced himself more deeply. His fingers plunged and stroked, and she rocked her hips harder against him, begging with her body for more, more, more until the wave crested deep inside her, a gate opened, sensation bursting through. She threw her head back and Ricardo was there to hold her while the tension inside her erupted in a scream, a smashing kaleidoscope of pleasure. She felt the wellspring inside her release and she squirted against Daniel’s hand, wave after wave that drenched his fingers, until finally she drifted to a shivering finish and he slid his fingers gently out of her, laughing quietly.
    â€œShe’s incredible,” she heard him say, and she knew he was speaking to Ricardo, thanking him for the use of his property. The thought gave her one last shuddering surge of pleasure as she sagged against Ricardo. He kissed her neck, her hair, murmuring in Spanish.
    â€œMy turn,” a rough voice demanded, much too close, and Chelsea’s eyes flew open in alarm.
    A man in a filthy tank top was unbuckling his belt, standing only a couple feet away. In his other fist was a wad of bills that he threw on the table.
    This time it was Daniel who punched him. It took only one blow and seemed to require almost no effort from his powerful fist. The man went flying against a chair, landing on his ass, moaning and clutching his jaw. But several other men had formed a line, and Chelsea realized with horror that they all meant to take a turn with her. Magnolia, magnolia , she thought desperately—but how was Ricardo—and possibly Daniel—to hold off all of them if they decided to fight?
    There was a bang and a breaking of glass. Chelsea whipped her head around to see that a pitcher on a nearby table had been reduced to a pile of glittering shards. But who had shot it?
    â€œDon’t worry, querida ,” Ricardo murmured against her. “She has been well compensated.”
    The bartender was calmly pointing a small black gun, moving it slowly across the crowd. Several of the men cringed; all of them stepped back.
    â€œYou have two choices,” she called out. “Show some respect, especially up here in my tip jar. Or get your sorry asses out of here.”
    There were a few murmured apologies and the men returned to their chairs and barstools. No one left, but they peeled off bills and dropped them into the beer pitcher the bartender had set out.
    Ricardo settled Chelsea against his chest, supporting her with his arms and murmuring against her hair. “You did well, mi niñita .” One hand moved languidly up to her breast and his thumb barely brushed against her nipple. She jerked as if electrified, the nerve endings throughout her body on high alert. “And now we must think of a way for you to thank our new friend.”
    Daniel held up his hands. “Hey, no thanks are needed. Believe me, the pleasure was all mine. Hell, I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming this whole thing anyway.”
    â€œBut you were not dreaming this, my friend,” Ricardo said. His caresses were becoming more insistent, teasing and flicking at her nipples, which were once again hard and aching with need. “I assure you my little whore is very real. As are her needs. Some of which you have just dispatched, and I’m sure she is grateful…but you see, as I mentioned already, she needs to be used. Unless she is properly disciplined, she becomes very restless. Really, it’s a kindness.” His hand left her nipple for only a fraction of a second before slashing through the air. He slapped her tender flesh, open