Reilly's Wildcard (Blackwater)

He dipped his head and tasted the softness of one full breast, then nibbled gently on her nipples.

“More!” she cried. “I need you now.” Her voice broke from screaming out her climax.

“Hold that thought,” Reilly said as he grabbed his pants and searched for his wallet. He fumbled around until he located it and the condom nestled inside. Once he had it on, Reilly moved on top of her and positioned his cock between her swollen folds, then slowly slid deep. Her body welcomed him in and provided a tight, hot embrace.

“So damn good,” he groaned, only too happy that she’d come to the restaurant tonight.

Reilly had felt an instant connection with Lucy the minute he’d seen her. All other women paled to her. She had an air of vulnerability about her, and it had touched Reilly on a deeper level. Now, as she lay beautifully pliant beneath him, totally trusting, Reilly’s chest expanded with pride, and something else he didn’t want to think on too hard. He shoved the thoughts away and concentrated only on pleasuring the dark-haired beauty. His gaze sought Lucy’s as she peered out at him from beneath sleepy lashes. Not able to wait another second, he bent his head and kissed her parted lips. He felt the quiver of anticipation cruise through her body, tasted the heat of excitement as his tongue tangled with hers. He wanted to stroke her to a fever pitch, send her over the edge of madness with wild pleasure.

“Oh God,” she breathed out, her hands clamped on to his shoulders, and tugged him down on top of her. “Fuck me.”

It was all Reilly could do to keep from driving into her fast and hard. His cock thickened as he began a slow, gentle glide in and out of her. She was so damn tight, he knew he’d hurt her if he wasn’t careful. Lucy moaned his name, and it drove his desire higher. She was a luscious mix of sweet temptation and inexperience. Such a powerful combination. Her pussy milked his cock, nearly driving out all rational thought. She looked like an enchanting goddess, with her dark hair fanning out around her body. Her exotic looks lured him in like a bee to honey. Hell, even the bartender at the restaurant had eyes only for Lucy. One smile from her and Lee had been putty in her hands.

Reilly braced himself on his elbows with his knees on either side of her body, surrounding her soft curves, and pushed deeper. Lucy’s legs came around him again, and she pulled him even deeper into her tight heat.

“Damn, sweetheart,” Reilly groaned. “I’m not going to last if you don’t let up.”

Without another word, Reilly plunged into her with a quick kind of force that had them both gasping for air. He stayed still inside of her for a moment, enjoying the satiny clutch of her, the heat that warmed him deep down. Slowly, he pumped at her tight pussy, his movements growing faster as need swept through him, making him ache to somehow bind her to him. To somehow mark her.

Lucy came back at him with her own brand of passion, scoring his back with her fingernails. He reached a hand between their bodies and touched off the beginning of a third orgasm for her. She screamed and settled her smooth, supple thighs higher around his waist, squeezing him and sending him over that same high cliff this time. Reilly drove into her one last time and exploded, filling the condom as Lucy’s body contracted, wringing him dry.

As their breathing slowed and their hearts quieted, he felt Lucy start to squirm, attempting to move him away. She wanted distance—physically or emotionally? Reilly wasn’t about to let her pull away. Not now that he’d had a taste of her.

“Stay with me this weekend,” he said on impulse. “The whole weekend. I want at least that long with you.” He lifted to a sitting position, then stood and helped her to her feet.

Lucy wobbled a little before catching herself against his wide, powerful chest. She couldn’t move, merely stood there, looking around the kitchen at the mess they’d created.

Their clothes were strewn everywhere. Her dress was a wrinkled mess, maybe even beyond repair. Not that she cared. Making love to Reilly had been too damn fantastic to care about a single article of clothing. “The weekend?” she asked as his words finally broke through her orgasm-clouded brain. “Are you serious?”

“Very,” he said. Then he looked down and cursed. “Ah, hell.”

“What is it?” She followed his line of sight and froze. The bulbous head of his hard cock poked through the end of the condom. “It broke? The rubber actually broke?”

Reilly scratched his head. “Apparently.”

Lucy’s heart beat out a frantic rhythm as the consequences became crystal clear. “How is that even possible?”

“Beats me. This is a first.” He looked up at her, his face a little pale, and said, “Tell me you’re on the pill.”

“Yes,” she mumbled, still staring at the ruined condom. “The pill.” She breathed a sigh of relief. “We should be okay.” Something nagged at the back of her mind, but she couldn’t think straight. Her eyes were glued to the gorgeous sight of Reilly’s cock. Good Lord, no wonder the condom broke. The man was extremely well endowed. And to think, she’d only gone to the Blackwater to support Sarah and see about a singing gig. Well, she was sure singing now. Every muscle and nerve ending sang with delight. She tried to contain the laugh, but it burst out anyway.

Reilly went about disposing of the condom and grabbing a handful of paper towels to clean himself up. “You want to tell me what’s so funny?” he asked as he aimed a frown at her.

He sounded a tad bit insecure, but Lucy knew there was no need. Reilly had been wonderful. In fact, he’d easily been the best she’d ever had. Gentle yet demanding. Attentive to her needs and intent on wringing every last drop of pleasure from her.

Reilly crossed his arms and waited while she managed to get a grip on herself. “I was just thinking how quickly plans can change.” When he continued to look baffled, she went on to explain, “I’d only come to the Blackwater to see about auditioning for the singing position. Well, that and to lend moral support to Sarah.”

A single brow quirked upward as Reilly asked, “An audition?”

Lucy was still naked except for her come-and-get-it shoes, and her hair was a disheveled mess. She must be quite a sight. She leaned down and picked up her dress and stepped into it. “Yeah, I’d heard you guys were looking to hire a live band. I thought I’d give it a shot.”

Reilly reached out and took hold of her arm, his gaze no longer teasing and playful. “That’s why you’re here? This is all because you want to sing at the restaurant?”

Lucy was still a little dazed from what she’d just experienced, but she did have the presence of mind to grasp the angry tone in Reilly’s voice. Then hi

s words hit her like a hard slap, and her own anger rushed to the fore. “I seriously hope you aren’t accusing me of sleeping with you simply to get the singing gig. Please tell me that’s not what you’re implying.”

He released her and ran a hand through his hair. God, the gesture was sexy. Lucy’s body responded predictably, which infuriated her more, considering the conversation they were having. “Look, I liked what we just did, Lucy. Christ, I liked it a helluva lot. Otherwise I wouldn’t want to spend the weekend with you. But this is the first I’ve heard of you coming to the restaurant to apply for a job. You never even mentioned it until now. That’s pretty odd, don’t you think?”