by Dakota Black
Mick broke the kiss, grunting like a wild animal and yanked her hair back, exposing her neck. “I want you.”
God, she wanted him desperately. “Oh, Mick.” The utter intensity of being consumed by the man who filled every dream forced her to whimper. Every part of her body shook violently and she knew she would have dropped to the ground if he hadn’t been holding her.
Dragging Nicky up to her tiptoes, he arched her back, licking down the length of her neck. Suckling the flesh around her collarbone, he inched the back of her skirt up, brushing the tips of his fingers up and down her thigh. “Are you wet?”
His husky whisper slicing against her skin sent trickles down her spine. Clawing his arms, she moaned softly and closed her eyes, lolling her head back. “Mmm.”
Mick kissed between the swell of her breasts, inching his fingers between her legs as he ground his hips back and forth across her.
The movement sent a pulsing blast of electric jolts deep inside her pussy. “Oh!”
He kicked her leg out and slid his fingers across the thin wisp of lace. Using his teeth, he gripped the satin string holding the corset together and tugged, undoing the simple bow. “You are wet,” Mick whispered and inched a single finger under the thin elastic of her thong.
The moment his finger found her wet heat, slipping inside her folds, she froze. “Mick. We can’t.” Rubbing her hand down his chest, she stroked his cock, licking her lips and longing to drop to her knees.
“Careful baby or I’ll take you right here, right now.” Righting her slowly, he darted his finger in and out of her cunt as he nipped her bottom lip.
She caressed his erection, moving her hand up and down slowly, squeezing and kneading. A trickle of her juice oozed into her panties and she bit back a series of moans. This couldn’t be happening.
Mick hissed and inserted a second finger and then a third, thrusting into her hard and fast. He roared and crushed her mouth with his. Removing his hand slowly, he forced her hard against the back wall. Pressing his fingers between their melded bodies, he quickly slipped back inside her drenched pussy, driving into her wildly.
Nicky gasped into the kiss, her legs quivering, her heart racing. The kiss became over-heated, the moment completely lost to their desperate needs. For several minutes, the passion roared between them. Lost to the man who filled her fantasies, she had to have him and almost lost control.
When he broke the kiss, she traced a series of sensuous circles around his mouth and across the seam of his lips as she opened her legs as wide as the tight skirt would allow. In that sinful moment, she didn’t care what he was or if he’d lied. She simply wanted the man, her friend and her lover.
“Yes, so wet, so hot. I have to be inside of you.” In and out Mick drove into her pussy as her muscles gripped around the intense invasion, drawing him in deeper. “Good baby?”
“Yes!” A single bead of perspiration edged down her face and onto her lips. Licking the salty drop, she blinked furiously trying to focus, but the incredible magical sensation raced through her body forcing her mind straight into a moment of ecstasy.
Mick lowered his head and pulled the edge of her corset down, exposing her breast. “So damn beautiful, luv.” Taking her nipple into his mouth, he sucked fervently as he continued fingering her, driving her against the wall with each hard drive.
Nicky whimpered and tossed her head back and forth as she became vaguely aware that their audience was moving closer.
“Fuck her, buddy.”
“Go, Mick.”
“Take her over the pool table.”
Undaunted by their harsh words, Mick continued his savage movements, plunging harder and faster as he bit down on her nipple.
“Oh God!” The pain mixing with the sheer pleasure brought a scream roaring up from the pit of her stomach as she fought coming. “Mick!”
Mick refused to stop, licking and biting her nipple as he thrust in and out in rhythmic drives, harder, faster until he grunted. “Come for me, baby.”
Nicky gasped, her finger entwining with his long locks. She tugged and wiggled as the climax swelled from the deep forbidden place inside.
“Do it, do it, do it.”
The collective beastlike grunts of the men hovered around them like a firestorm of wanton need.
“Mick.” Breathless, she whimpered and shut her eyes tightly, tipping her head back as the orgasm raced toward the wonderful place of rapture. Opening her mouth, there were no sounds, just tiny bubbles floating past her lips.
“That’s it, come for me. Come on my fingers, baby,” Mick whispered as he freed her other breast, licking savagely before biting down on her hardened bud.
“No!” The anguish collided with the pleasure and there was no way she could hold back the tide. “God!” White-hot heat seared her nerve endings, sending a shower of electric jolts tearing through her body. She came violently, her body jerking up and back from the sheer intensity.
“Come again.” Mick plunged harder with each long thrust as he alternated between breasts, biting her nipples until she cried out in pain.
“Yes!” The tidal wave enveloped her, forcing a series of pants from her mouth as her heart raced. As she tried to focus she licked her swollen lips and moaned. Raking her nails down his arms, she thumped against the back wall, exhausted as the tremors of the last orgasm floated around the tender tissues of her pussy. Nothing had ever felt so good.
“God woman, I have to have you, I can’t wait to taste that sweet pussy.” Mick growled darkly as he removed his hand and brought his glistening fingers to his face.
As he guided them to his mouth, she inhaled deeply. The sinful act was so brazen, she was lost in the moment. Watching him slide his fingers inside, savoring her juices, turned her on to the point she was going out of her mind with hunger.
“Fuck me, that’s hot.” The dark grunt became a hiss.
“Whew, I need a beer,” the man groaned.
Mick grinned. “Tasty.”
Gulping, guilt set in. Blinking furiously, she scuttled back against the wall and jerked her skirt down.
“What’s wrong?”
“You… I mean me… I mean…”
“Holy shit.” Veronica’s clipped voice startled them. “No, don’t come in here!”
Mick jerked to the side, exposing Nicky to the bright camera lights. “What the fuck?”
“No, no! You can’t bring that camera in here. Stop! No!” Veronica jumped in front of the cameraman.
Nicky froze. She knew, without a doubt, they’d witnessed and filmed enough of their scandalous act from the mischievous grin the skinny cameraman had on his face. All time stopped as she slowly looked down at her disheveled state, her exposed breasts. Her actions deliberate, she folded the material over them and retied the thin satin strand. Eyeing the buxom blond reporter, she knew that the station would have a field day with this. She could almost see the breaking news story.
“What’s wrong?” Mick stole a guarded glance at Nicky.
“We have big trouble,” Veronica hissed at the cameraman and reporter, shoving them out the door. “The cops are here.”
“Cops?” Nicky gasped.
“I told you we had big trouble. The county man is here to shut us down. He brought three cop cars to make it happen. Looks like a damn raid out there.” Veronica folded her arms. “Are you certain your friend can help?”
“Has he been on stage yet?” Nicky asked, darting her eyes back and forth across the people that had filtered into the room.
“No,” Veronica smiled. “Remember I told you I had a plan? Well, I forgot to tell you the dirt that my honey boys found on Mr. Colton.”
“Ladies, I don’t mean to break in on this scintillating conversation, but I need to deal with this problem.” Mick brushed his hands through his hair and tucked in his shirt.
“What did you find?” Nicky asked.
She inched closer toward Nicky and lowered her voice. “Seems Mr. Colton is into boys and adult shows.
He also has some interesting things on his computer highlighting very kinky acts. That happens to be against the county policy. He would be fired on the spot if his boss knew,” Veronica stated under her breath.
“I don’t even want to know how Travis and Jonathan found out. Go tell Marcus that he’s on and whatever you do, don’t let anyone stop you. I can’t believe the timing.” Nicky looked at Mick. The tension riding his face was palpable.
“If we get shut down, I swear to God,” Mick snarled.
Veronica shook her head as she danced from one foot to the other. “I’m really… I’m sorry guys. It’s my fault. Everything. I shouldn’t have tampered with your love life, lives. I shouldn’t have, but the county guy, we can now take care of.”
“Would you guys please get out here and help me? The cops are really freaking people out!” Candy stuck her head in, her eyes dancing back and forth across them.
“What do you mean tampering?” Nicky asked. She knew that look on Veronica’s face far too well. The girl had done something wrong and yet her eyes were sparkling.
“I… I… let’s just get rid of the creep so that he never bothers you again. I did all I could do,” Veronica mumbled as she bolted out of the room.
“What the hell does that mean?” Mick asked as he paced the floor. “And who is this friend of yours and what is he or she going to be able to do? Then again, what the bloody hell is going on here?”
“You’ll see. Time for you to trust me,” Nicky said as she headed for the door.
Pulling her back, he cupped her face, rubbing his thumb across her cheek. “Whatever happens, know this, I adore you. I want to explore a relationship.”
Nicky’s heart swooned. No matter the circumstances, their need to explore their passion could no longer be denied. “After this is done, I have to ask you a few questions. And Mick, I need to know the truth or I can’t see you again.”
He nodded. “I know. For what it’s worth, I would never hurt you like Tim did.”
She jerked back from him. “What? What did you just say to me?” There was no way he could know, no way.
“I mean that. When you hear the entire story, you’ll laugh.”
“No, what did you say about Tim?” Un-fucking-believable. “Veronica told you?”
“She felt she had to and just wanted me to understand what you’d gone through.”
A heightened level of rage built from the tips of her toes straight through her heart like an arrow from the past. “She had no right! Now I get it. That’s what she meant by tampering.”
“Whoa, girl. Hold on for a minute. Veronica cares about you. She only told me because she found out what Froggy told you and she—”
Wham!
Unable to control her anger, she slapped him across the face, relishing the biting sting. “How dare you! This was just a game, a ploy to get me into bed, wasn’t it?”
Mick held the side of his face, his eyes opening wide. “No. That’s not it at all. I’m not like that.”
“Right.”
“Wait a minute. No, I’m not,” Mick shouted, indignation in his voice.
Cringing, Nicky swallowed hard, the crushing blow too much to bear. Under no circumstances would she allow herself to go through this again. “I hate you for this, bringing that fucking asshole up at all. That’s my private pain. Do you understand? Mine!”
“Mick! They aren’t going to allow anyone else on stage so I… what is going on?” Veronica asked after bounding into the room.
“Don’t!” Mick held out his hand.
“You!” Nicky hissed as she snapped her head in Veronica’s direction. “I trusted you. This isn’t tampering. This is the end of our friendship.”
“What?” Veronica turned toward Mick. “No, that’s not… what? I…”
A few seconds ticked by and finally Nicky laughed. “Amazing.”
“What?” Veronica implored.
“Unfortunately, I let Tim’s name slip,” he said sheepishly.
Veronica threw the back of her hand over her mouth, shaking her head. “Shit, shit, shit! God, this can’t be happening. I told you that in confidence.”
Mick groaned. “I was trying to talk to Nicky, to tell her how much I care.”
“Just stop.” Nicky gathered what was left of her dignity as she struggled to calm her nerves. She brushed her hands through her hair nervously and tried to figure out what to say.
“Honey, I told him because of what you thought about Mick.” Veronica said, the words tumbling out of her mouth.
“Stop!” Nicky snapped. “I don’t want to hear another damn excuse.” She walked calmly toward the door. Stopping short, the words hurt her to say, but somewhere deep inside she knew she meant them. “When this night is over, I never want to see either of you ever again. Got it?” Turning her head slightly, the anguish that crossed both of their faces sent a series of daggers straight into her heart. This was not the way the night was supposed to turn out.
She slipped through the door, allowing the swinging doors to slam against the door jam. Nicky was shocked at the sight of the restaurant. Cops were milling through the crowd of unmoving people trying to get them to leave. The place was filled with streamers and whipped cream and plastic toys. Everyone was rowdy and angry. As she walked toward the back of the sandbox, the area sectioned off for the event, she could see Marcus hovering in the shadows. Candy was arguing with one of the policemen who were trying to cut the electric to the horse.
Creeping behind the humming machine, she grabbed Marcus’ arm. “God, I’m glad you’re here.”
“Nicky, I don’t know about this,” Marcus said, staring at the policemen. “This won’t be good for my career.”
No matter how angry and hurt she felt, she couldn’t let the rest of the staff down. Shaking, her voice quaked when she spoke. “Please hear me. I know you don’t want to do this, but we need help here. Your associate has a lot to hide and he’s gunning for Mick. Please, Marcus. Please, do this.”
Marcus eyed the policemen and the chanting crowd. He sighed and shook his head.
“Please. Marcus. Your help would mean so much to me.”
“Nicky, I can tell how much you care about everyone here. Sweet lord, I might be certifiable, but in truth, I haven’t had so much fun in years. I’m happy to do it. Besides, a deal’s a deal.”
“Thank you. You’re a saint.”
“No, I’m not. I plan on winning.” Marcus grinned.
Lifting her head, she kissed his cheek and whispered, “You might want to check the computers at work. Seems there is some porn hiding in dark places.”
Marcus eased back and raised his eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Interesting. I’ll take care of everything.” He turned and entered the ring.
Nicky nodded to Candy and walked toward Mick who was already arguing vehemently with the small man who had an officer at his side.
“We’re not going down without a fight!” Candy screamed, raising her fist.
“I don’t give a shit who you think you are, you’re not shutting my doors period!” Mick shouted above the din of the music. “Why the fuck are you here anyway? We’re not doing anything wrong.”
“Sir, we had an anonymous call about some lewd and lascivious behavior and we’re required to respond,” the young officer said curtly.
“Welcome to the stage,” Candy shouted.
Nicky stole a glance at the crowd. Anonymous call? Beach balls were flying above, bouncing off the lights. The customers were on their feet screaming. This was a recipe for disaster. “I think it’s time for you to leave Mr. Colton,” she advised.
“Take a look for yourself. There is nothing going on here but a good time. Perhaps you would like to join in.” Mick leaned forward, his rage dashing across his face in bright crimson streaks.
Rod glared at Nicky and smiled. “I think it’s time for everyone to leave.”
“Sir, I would advise you to step back,” the officer warned, glancing at the county official.
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�And now, let me introduce one very hot government official,” Candy continued.
“What the hell happened here, Robby boy?” Mick barked.
“Let’s all calm down,” Nicky suggested. “What’s your actual complaint, Mr. Colton?”
“No dancing allowed, miss,” Rod said as his eyes darted toward the electric horse.
“Get him out of here,” Mick shouted.
“Hush, I have this under control,” Nicky commanded as she grabbed Mick’s arm.
“Oh really?” Mick hissed.
Rod smirked and wagged his finger. “Right now, is the time to stop this Mr. St. Simons or I'll finalize the paperwork to shut you down permanently.”
“Would that be with your boss?” Nicky grinned. Being devious, she enjoyed the hell out of it.
“Yes, miss, that would,” Rod said as he kept his gaze locked on Mick.
“That would be Marcus Miller?” Nicky asked, yawning.
Rod narrowed his eyes and turned to stare at her. “Yes. Why?”
Nicky sniffed. “Because, he’s one of our biggest fans.”
Mick folded his arms and smiled.
“I highly doubt that, miss,” Rod quipped.
She leaned forward and took a single finger, pressing the tip against his chest. “I know so. So, my guess is that you need to back off.”
“And why would I do that?” Rod asked, narrowing his eyes. “This bar is violating county ordinances and must be dealt with.”
“Mr. Mar…cus Miller!” Candy shouted.
The sounds of Word Up smashed against the walls. The crowd roared over the crackle of the electric whirling horse and the sound of noise-makers and whistles matched the screams adding to the already wild frenzy.
Nicky raised her eyebrow and grinned, seeing the little man pale. “Something wrong, Robbie?”
Rod shook and glared at Mick. “I don’t believe it.”
“See for yourself.” Giving him a harsh glare, Nicky nodded toward the sandbox and the sight of Marcus being flipped up and down violently on the horse as it turned and jerked gave her a smile. She leaned forward and whispered so only he could hear. “Oh, and we know about your kinky needs for boy toys. And I have it under the strictest of confidences that your boss just might have an inkling.”