Free TopGuns by Cara Carnes Taylor Cole Justin Whitfield

him reach out.
    “Sorry, I need to watch where I’m going.”
    “It’s okay. I was distracted too,” she said. She squeezed
his arms. “If you ever want to switch lines of work I think you’d make a great
retaining wall. You’re pretty solid there.”
    “A retaining wall, huh? I’d like to think I’m a little more
giving than that.”
    She laughed softly and his dick got a little harder. Hair
softer than silk greeted his fingertips when he ran them from her head to her
shoulders and down to her waist. Petite and compact. Now this could turn him on
any day.
    “Exactly how giving are you?”
    “There’s one way to find out.” He took her hand and tugged.
“Come on.”
    He made his way to the bar—the darkest part of the club—and
hoisted her on a stool. She smelled like vanilla and roses. The scent permeated
his nostrils. The rest of the night and what had transpired disappeared,
tunneled until all that was left was the woman running her hands down his body
as if he were a Greek god sculpted just for her.
    He groaned and parted her thighs enough for him to wedge
between them. He inhaled her gasp when he leaned in until their lips almost
melded. The feathery breaths were like tendrils of arousal wrapping around his
dick.
    He massaged his way up her thighs and slid his fingers
inward once he got beneath her short skirt. “So sexy.”
    “I’m starting to feel like the luckiest girl around
tonight.”
    “Good. I love to make beautiful women happy.” He settled his
hand at the small of her back and pulled her toward him until his dick rubbed
against her pussy.
    “I’m not wearing any panties,” she whispered into his ear.
    He groaned and reached down to pull his cock out. “Good. I
can’t wait.”
    “I didn’t expect you to.” Moisture greeted his probing
fingers when they slid into her pussy.
    “Damn.” With his arms locked around her in a tight embrace,
he slid into her hot, wet channel and groaned at the warmth encasing his dick.
    He needed this. The anonymity, the wanton risk, the carnal
connection. They remained silent and unmoving except for where they were
connected. Her soft moans and gasps kept him thrusting slowly and deep to a
pinnacle of release he craved more than the air he breathed.
    Fingernails dug into his back and her breathing became more
labored. He held her in place and fucked her faster. Her release gripped his
cock and he stifled the roar of pleasure tumbling from him.
    Whoever this woman was, she’d just rocked his world. As
awareness returned to him he caressed her cheek and looked down at her, even
though the darkness prevented him from really seeing anything beyond vague
shapes.
    “That was incredible.”
    “Yeah, it was,” she whispered. “Anytime you want a repeat,
come find me.”
    Tyler made quick work of the goodbyes as the lights
flickered back to life. By the time he made his way to the back, the club had
returned to a semblance of normal and the events of the earlier part of the evening
were merely a glimmer.
    He should’ve gotten the woman’s name.
    No. The anonymity had made it hotter than hell.
    “Hey, man. I heard you got stuck with your regular,” Jason
teased.
    “Well, the hot blonde I grabbed coming out of the bathroom
afterward sure as hell made up for it though. She was hot and ready.” Tyler sat
and looked up when Jason started to laugh.
    “What?”
    “Was her name Candice? When did you snag her?”
    “Just a bit ago. We didn’t bother exchanging names.”
    Jason’s voice rose as he looked around the room when the
other guys started congregating, as if sensing something worth remembering was
about to be revealed. A suspicion burned Tyler’s gut—one he didn’t want to
hear.
    “Man, that’s the chick I banged in the bathroom. You got my
sloppy seconds.”
    The guys roared with laughter. Embarrassment crept up his
cheeks as he tried hard to laugh off the jibes being directed at him.
    “Man, did you eat her out?” one guy