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

a yawn, but it was no good. “They had us do combo after combo. I think I fucked up one of the routines, but so did everyone else. I did a solo and a few group numbers.” I stroked the hair away from his face. “I even got to wear one of the preliminary costumes. Those shoulder rigs are heavy. I almost went ass over teakettle into the orchestra pit until I found my balance.”

“I’ll take you to the gym with me and we can lift some weights.”

“I don’t think I’m in your league.” I trailed a finger over his biceps.

Miles lay on his back and pulled me half on top of him. Straddling his leg, I fondled his cock.

“Mmm, I waited all day to have your hand there,” he said sleepily.

Nuzzling his throat, I whispered, “Just my hand?”

“There wasn’t a lot of time for fantasies.” Tilting my head back, he kissed me softly. Miles felt like velvet steel in my hand as he hardened under my languorous strokes.

“I want to taste you, but I don’t want you to stop.”

I was already wet before he said that. Now I had a deep desire to feel his tongue in me. “That’s easy enough,” I said, switching positions.

Rolling all the way on top of him, I shrieked when he pulled my thighs to his mouth. My breasts brushed the hard plane of his abs. Stretching my hand out, I played with the silky hairs of his leg while I casually continued to stroke him with my other hand.

Miles kissed my pussy and gave it a long, slow lick. I shimmied closer. He held me to his mouth, his powerful arms wrapped around my waist. I realized I was trapped when he found my clit and darted his tongue all around it. Sharp stabs of pleasure made me shake and writhe. I wiggled and ground against his face as he relentlessly pushed me closer to the edge. I had been so caught up in my desire that I was just holding him in my fist.

Taking him into my mouth, I sucked him deep and bobbed my head up and down his hard shaft. His toes curled and he moaned. The vibrations sent me spiraling down waves and waves of pleasure. I was wild, but he wouldn’t let me go. The faster I went, the faster he went until he suddenly tensed. He tapped me lightly on the ass.

I came off his cock to demand, “Harder.” And then I went back to sucking on the tip and tasting the precum with wide swathes of my tongue.

“I’m going to come. I want to be inside you when I do.”

“Where are the condoms?” I asked, staggering off him.

“Jeans.” He pointed.

Ripping open the three pack, I got one out. My fingers were shaking as I slid it onto his throbbing cock. “You want a lap dance, mister?” I asked, guiding him inside me.

“Yes,” he groaned. His hands on my hips were helping me bounce on his hardness. I felt like I could fly. The lights of the Las Vegas Strip gleamed bright neon through the curtains as I rode him. His eyes were closed, but his fingers rubbed me. We were going so fast that he barely touched my clit with each rocking motion, but it was enough. I squeezed down hard on him when I came. Miles slammed my hips down and thrust up one last time. I nearly toppled over like last time, but he held me in place.

We moved slowly then, unwilling to stop. I finally shivered and he gently rolled me off. When he went into the bathroom to clean up, I turned toward the window again and looked out at the Strip. Las Vegas Jackie could have this every night.

Miles slid back into bed and pulled me into his side. “I want you to stay away from the club for the rest of your vacation.”

“Why?” I asked sleepily, a little hurt.

“Too dangerous with the gang activity. I don’t want you to become a target because you’re special to me.”

Propping myself up on an elbow, I stared down at him. “I’m special to you?”

He nodded, his eyes already closed.

“You’re special to me too,” I whispered in his ear and followed him into sleep.

Chapter Twenty

Miles Carvello

I hated wearing the fucking wire. I thought it looked obvious as shit, but Grier assured me it didn't. I also hated giving five thousand dollars to Leonidas, even if everyone else on the block thought it was the cost of doing business.

“I'm going to get my money back, right?”

“It will be evidence, but yeah, after the trial you get it back.” Grier did some last minute tests on the microphone. “Try to get him in here if you can. But if you can't, sit as far away from the speakers as possible. Don't put yourself at risk, but try to get him to talk about what he's doing. I want to get him on racketeering, but if we can pin a drug charge on him, I'd like to see what he offers in exchange for immunity.”

“I'll do what I can.”

I tried to act normal. Grier was waiting in the men's room until we officially opened and then he was going to take a seat up front. He probably was going to hire Miranda for a few lap dances while I made the deal with Leonidas.

Sitting down at my desk, I opened the drawer and took out the album that my uncle had kept about me. Every time I made the papers or was mentioned in a magazine, he had cut it out and put it in here. There were pictures of us too. Me on my first night on the security team. He and I with our arms around the burlesque dancers.

That made me think of Jackie. She was probably still in the air or about to land in Carson City. Her lunch date was going to be about as much fun as mine. I wished I