Tough Guy: A Hero Club Novel by Jamie Schmidt (e book reader free .txt) 📕

sister. I was glad she wasn’t clingy, but I had expected to cuddle for more than five seconds. I resisted the urge to kiss her so I could see the haze of lust take over her expression again. But we had all night. I could be romantic and take her out for dinner and drinks, before spending the rest of the evening seeing how many times I could make her come again. Once we tracked down Zeke and Lisa, Jackie was going to concentrate on having the time of her life. I would make sure of it.

“It seems too coincidental that the three of them disappeared right around the same time, but it’s entirely possible that they’re all unrelated instances.”

“Let me get dressed and we can go.” She hopped off the couch still wrapped in the blanket and headed to the door. But then she turned back. “Were you serious about firing me?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“So I don’t have to finish my set?”

“No.”

“Do I still get to keep my tips?”

I chuckled. “Yeah, and Chance tipped you a hundred dollars.” It had come over the headset as we walked back to my office.

“I didn’t have sex in the VIP room,” she said.

“Good.” I didn’t want to beat the shit out of Chance for something he had no clue about.

“I killed it tonight.” She grinned at me.

Both on and off the stage. “I know,” I said.

“Better than Lisa.”

“I don’t even remember Broadway’s first dance.”

Her face pinked up and I was entranced. Now, she blushed?

“So why did you fire me, then?” Jackie pouted and folded her arms over her chest.

I stood up and smiled when her eyes dropped to my half-mast cock. Yeah, I was ready for another go. But I had a feeling she would be distracted if we went for round two now. “I’m being selfish.”

“How?” She frowned.

“I want you all to myself.”

Blinking, she took a shaky breath. “I’d like that too.”

“Are you okay with a vacation fling?”

“Obviously.” She gestured to the couch. “But what if this lead of yours turns out to be nothing? Then I’m back to square one. Will you rehire me?”

“Do you really want to hustle men with your body?”

“I want to dance,” she said.

“Not what I asked.”

“No,” she said reluctantly. “But if every night was like this one . . .”

“It wouldn’t be.”

“I know, but if that’s the only way to see if that guy who was interested in Lisa comes back and to get the other dancers to trust me with what they know, I want to do it.” She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“Yeah,” I said. “You’re a distraction for me. A fantastic one, don’t get me wrong. But I can’t run my club with you on the stage. I’m not wired that way. If you’re with me, then you’re mine.”

Jackie shivered and I started to reconsider round two. She could sit on my lap and grind on me to her heart’s content. I took a step forward to lead her back to the couch.

“My sister has to be the priority,” she said. But she was looking at my cock and licking her lips.

“Then, let’s go see what we can find at Zeke’s and Dee’s homes. They could be dead ends or we could find out something worth pursuing. And then I want to take you out to a nice dinner, maybe a show.”

She smiled and my heart stuttered. What the fuck was that all about? This was sex. Raw, hot, horny sex. When she smiled I should be thinking about her lips around my cock, not having my hormones flutter like I was a kid with his first crush.

“And then we’re going back to your hotel room,” I said, yanking her to me. Tossing the blanket aside, I slid my hand down the silky smooth skin of her belly. She parted her legs for me and I dipped just one finger inside her sticky wetness.

Gasping, Jackie clutched at my shoulders. I fingered her softly, aware that she might be a little sore after I took her so roughly. “And then, I’m going to explore every inch of you with my tongue.” I murmured in her ear, nipping at her earlobe.

Reaching out, she trailed her fingernails up the shaft of my cock. “I’ve got plans of my own for you and it involves you flat on your back.” She rubbed me just as slowly.

“Babe, why don’t we go upstairs to my apartment? We can start the search tomorrow. Right now, I don’t have the strength to let you go.”

She eased away so my fingers fell out. She stroked me a few more times before letting me go. “No, I need a few hours to recover. I want some serious wall-banging sex later. After I give you the best damn blow job of your life.”

Holy shit. I swallowed hard and couldn’t move as she wrapped the blanket around her like a toga. Jackie walked out of my office, tossing me a saucy wink over her shoulder.

She’d make me a fortune if I let her work prime hours. But she was leaving as soon as she found her sister, and for the first time in a long time I was feeling selfish enough to want something for myself.

I turned my Bluetooth back on and listened to the security chatter, hoping that would settle down my raging hard-on. Nothing unusual was going on. I hadn’t even been missed. Maybe I didn’t have to work twenty-four seven in the bar. Jackie was a good way to ease into some kind of life-work balance. And then I remembered that my uncle’s employees bailed on him before some assholes burned his place down with him in it. It had been three years since I got that terrible phone call from the Las Vegas police department and I thought about it every damn day since.

I couldn’t afford to let myself be distracted and miss something important. My uncle had enemies and that animosity