The Elite: The Complete Series of Boomer and Player (With Bonus) (37 page)

I shrugged. “Depends on the girl.”

“Fair enough.” He set aside his empty glass. “You want another?”

I shook my head. I was still working on my first. “Not yet, but go ahead, I’ll hold it down over here.”

He got up and weaved through the crowd to get to the bar on the other side. I smirked as every woman he passed became magnetized on his ass when he walked by. The guy was built like a fuckin’ machine. He had an inch or two on me, and his shoulders were broader. I’d always been the wiry kind. A little slimmer than some other guys, but I was more cut than most of them. I prided myself on my ripped, chiseled physic and had been putting in some serious hours in my garage, on the bench, to get back to fighting shape after Boomer had hassled me about it during his last visit.

Bennett returned, leaving a trail of horny women in his wake, and I grinned at him as he slipped back into his seat.

“I think you just established a fan club out there on the floor,” I teased, jerking my chin in the direction of a trio of women who were all staring at our table. When they caught us watching them, two of the women turned away, trying their best to act nonchalant and detached, but the third, a short, spinner type, licked her lips as her eyes locked on Bennett.

Bennett chuckled and shrugged it off. He swigged another drink from the bottle in his hand.

The whole night reminded me of when Boomer had been wild and undomesticated. Granted, it had been years ago, but I could still remember some of our wild nights, out on the town, catching the eye of every woman in the room. I was enjoying myself, and was pleasantly surprised to have run into Bennett—even if he’d stolen the satisfaction of kicking the shit outta the asshole from the auction—but I couldn’t help but be reminded just how much I missed Jack.

“Fuck…” Bennett groaned. “Now, that, right there, might be just the ticket.”

I followed his hungry eyes to a petite redhead who was shaking her plump ass out on the floor. She had some guy trying to grind up on her, and when he tried to get a little too fresh, she reared back and slapped him across the face. Then, went right back to shaking her curvy hips without hardly missing a beat.

“Damn,” Bennett said, grinning across the room at her. “She reminds me of a girl I knew once…”

I didn’t ask. I knew what he meant. I’d had a few like that over the years. Most of the time I was more than content to love ‘em, and leave ‘em, but every now and again, one got under my skin and made me come back around for seconds, or thirds, and in one summer, there’d been a girl, Kimber Westlake that had captured my interest for an entire two-week period. And, occasionally, she’d still come to mind, usually when I found myself in the middle of a drunken stupor.

Bennett scooted out of the booth seat on his side of the table. He hesitated for a moment, breaking eye contact with the redhead for a moment, to look down at me. “You coming?”

“Nah, I’m good. I’m gonna finish this,” I replied, holding up my beer. It was only halfway gone, and I hadn’t found anyone interesting enough to make it worth abandoning just yet. “But, hey, man it was nice to meet you.”

He gave me a salute as he walked backward a few steps. I returned the small gesture and he nodded as he spun on his heel and stalked towards the redhead.

It didn’t take long before they’d both disappeared into the crowd, and I figured he’d already managed to sweet talk her into leaving with him.

I finished my beer and flagged down a passing cocktail waitress, a brunette in a short, skin tight, blue dress. “Hey, baby, you wanna take this for me?” I held up my empty glass.

She approached the table, leaned over—showing off her goodies—and with a smile, asked, “Can I bring you another?”

I was hovering somewhere between a yes and a no, when the room parted, and my attention snagged on the hottest brunette I’d ever seen in my life. She had an exotic flavor to her, long, dark waves, dark eyes, and tanned skin. She was dancing with a group of girls on the center of the floor, and when she spun, with a shimmy to her hips, her short dress rode up higher and made it hard to breathe for a moment.

When I came to, the waitress was gone. But I didn’t care. I’d finally decided on what I wanted.

The brunette.

On my arm.

In my car.

Then in my bed.

Chapter Four

I abandoned the table and crossed the crowded room, my eyes not leaving her sweet ass as she shook her hips and tossed her hair to the beat of the music. Every guy on the floor was circling, trying to get close enough to get up on her. A fact that would only make it that much sweeter when I got her all to myself. She’d be my second win of the day.

And damn if I didn’t love to win.

When I was a few paces away, the brunette spun around, still dancing, as her eyes locked onto mine. I smiled in her direction and was met with a slow, sexy smile across her dark red lips.

She reached out a hand, in an attempt to pull me onto the dance floor, but when I took it, I tugged her in my direction instead. “I don’t like to share,” I growled into her ear when I got her close enough.

“What do you like?” She fired back, still smiling like she had a secret.

I laughed softly. This was gonna be fun.

“Why don’t you say goodbye to your friends and I’ll show you,” I said, nodding in the direction of her three girlfriends that had all stopped to watch her as she’d left the floor.

She tossed her head to look back, her dark hair flying with her. She waved to her friends, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

I didn’t correct her, but I knew that in five, maybe ten, minutes, I’d be taking her out the front doors and back to my hotel room.

“What’s your name?” She asked, smiling up at me.

“Aaron. You?”

“Talia.”

Even her name got me hard.

“Girls night out?”

She shrugged. “You could say that. What about you? You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

I looked down at myself, unsure what she meant. “I don’t?”

She laughed and the sound made my dick pulse. “Are you a model?”

I laughed and shook my head. “Not even close. Pilot.”

Her eyes went wide and I smiled. That had done it. She was mine now.

“Aaron the pilot. I like that…” she purred. She ran her fingers up my exposed forearm, stopping when she reached the cuffs of my button down shirt at my elbows. “You a bad boy?” She stared at my tattoo sleeve and traced back down, making circles and swirls with her fingertips along my inked skin.

“I’ll let you be the judge of that,” I replied, smirking as she cocked her head at my answer.

“All right,” she finally said. “I’m intrigued. What did you have in mind, bad boy?”

“I’m only in town for the night. So, that’s all I’m asking for. One night.”

Her dark eyes danced in the lights above the dance floor and I smiled as her pupils went wide. After a moment of consideration, she licked her lips, dragging the tip of her tongue slowly, a deliberate torture, and then smiled up at me.

Without another word, she went back to her friends, whispered into their ears, and they all watched her as she sashayed off the floor, and took my arm. “One night.”

I smiled at her stunned friends and headed for the doors.

When we got outside, the night air had dropped the temperature considerably, and I wished I had a jacket to offer her. Her strapless dress was tight, short, and thin. Perfect for me, but in the chilly night air, I wasn’t sure she was as thrilled about it. As we walked down the sidewalk, I noted her nipples peeking through the fabric and had to stuff down a groan at the way her tits jiggled each time her stiletto clad feet hit the ground.

“My car is right down there,” I said, pointing to the next block. In my experience, this was the point when the woman started getting a little antsy. Especially if they weren’t tipsy—which Talia didn’t appear to be. They were outside the club or bar, away from their friends, and the quiet walk to the car, gave them just enough time for the reality to hit them that they were with a complete stranger, about to go get it on.

Talia, however, looked completely confident. A smile still clung to her lips, and her fingers continued to trace up and down my arm as she held onto me. She glanced up at me. “Perfect. So, you never told me what brings you to town.”

I grinned over at her. “Is this where I should say I came here to find a woman like you?”

Talia laughed, tossing her dark hair back. “I highly doubt that, but if you want to be elusive, that’s fine by me. Life is better with a little mystery, don’t you think?”

Who the hell was this woman
. I didn’t know if she was real or a fantasy. Her warm hands on my arm told me she was real, but her oozing confidence, sex appeal, and devil may care attitude was like something from a dark fantasy world.

As soon as we got into my car, Talia let her hands wander. Before I’d even pulled onto the street, she had her hands traveling high up my thigh. I did my best to keep the wheel straight and my heart from lurching out of my chest, when she gripped my cock through my slacks. “Mmm. This is going to be fun,” she purred.

Fuck.

I couldn’t drive fast enough. Street names whizzed by and I was silently thankful that I’d stayed at my hotel once before and wasn’t completely driving blind. There was no way I could have focused on a GPS when Talia’s hand was giving me a fuckin’ hand job from the passenger seat.

I’d checked into the hotel before going to the auction, so we cut a quick path to the elevators, and I tried to not care that I was sporting a huge woody as we got in. Fuck, the people around us had eyes. I was convinced any man who laid eyes on Talia’s perfect tits and ass would have the same reaction.

On the twenty-first floor, she followed my lead off the elevator, and with one swipe of a keycard, we were alone in my hotel room. Talia crossed to the large windows to assess the view. I stayed behind to do the same.

Her ass was perfect enough to make a grown man cry.

In the moonlight pouring in the window she looked sexier than she had under the lights of the club. The soft light hit every curve and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I crossed to step behind her and pressed my still erect cock into the curve of her ass. She sighed and leaned back against me. I let my hands wander down her sides, lingering on her hips.

“I want to see you naked,” I said, reaching for her zipper.

She didn’t answer, but swept her hair out of the way so that I could remove her dress. Once unzipped, I slid it down her body. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but she did wear a thin pair of lace panties. I slid them down her thighs and left them in the puddle with her dress.

“Fuck if you aren’t the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I pressed a few kisses against the curve of her neck, where she’d pulled back her hair. Then I took a few steps back to admire the view of her naked body in the glow of the moon. “Perfection. Now, turn around. Slow.”

Again, without a word, Talia did what I’d asked, and spun around, until she was facing me. She released her hair, letting it fall in loose waves around her bare shoulders. I sucked in a breath as I drank her in. Everything about her was perfect. Her breasts were natural and full. I salivated over her perky nipples, dying for a taste of the sweet buds. My eyes wandered lower, over her flat stomach, and flared hips, and then between her fleshy thighs to the bare pussy.

“Come here,” I demanded, my voice getting horse from sheer desire.

She stepped towards me, her steps deliberate, like a runway model moving in slow motion. She stopped when there was a foot of space between us and I reached out to run my fingers over her nipples, confirming my suspicion that they were rock hard. Talia shivered at my touch and dropped her head back.

My fingertips moved down her body, and I slipped a curious finger between her pussy lips. “Mmmm. Ready for me?”

She opened her eyes and I caught a twinkle of amusement and lust looking back at me. “Not quite yet. There’s something I’ve been wanting to do since we got in your car.”

“What’s that?”

“This.” She reached for my fly and within a second, had my pants and belt loose and was pushing them down, as she sank to her knees in front of me. “You have an amazing cock, Aaron. I have to see what it tastes like.”

“Holy shit,” I gasped as her breath hit my sensitive skin. I unbuttoned my shirt, my fingers hitching with my breath as she applied her lips to the tip. I forgot about the rest of the buttons and dug both hands into her thick hair. She took my full shaft into the back of her throat, and I nearly exploded with each move she made.

Talia was clearly experienced and I was thankful to whoever had taught her exactly how to please a man. She sucked me with heat and pressure that left me spinning. I worked her head at first, but then stopped, my hands still lost in her hair, as she took over. I watched her work and when she glanced up at me, the sight of her dark eyes and her full lips wrapped around my cock was enough to make me lose it.

She sucked off every bit—and swallowed—as I went rigid and then loose inside of her mouth. She pulled away when I was done and licked her lips slowly as she looked up at me. “Amazing. Just as I thought.”

Talia’s eyes wandered down my halfway bare torso, and unbuttoned the remaining three buttons. I shrugged out of the shirt, tossing it aside, and stepped out of my shoes and kicked aside the pants that were still bunched at my feet. “Impressive,” Talia drawled, raking a fingernail down my abs.

I grabbed her up and threw her down onto the king sized bed. I wanted to get my mouth on her pussy. She had to be sweet. As sexy and experienced as she was, I had to get a taste—a mouthful.

I craved her.

She spread her legs for me and moaned when my mouth went between her thighs without warning.

She was like honey and I wanted it all. Each gasp and moan spurred me on. As she bucked, she plunged her fingernails into my back, and with each moan and stifled scream, they dug deeper. I didn’t stop her. The teasing pain only added to my own pleasure as the rest of my senses melded together.

When she released, she screamed out my name. I grinned up at her, and without missing a beat, crawled from the end of the bed, to hover my body above hers. We fit together with perfect synchronization, even though she was several inches shorter than me.