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“Okay, okay,” Vince said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “I was just curious.”
“Yeah, I know. We’re going to the park together on Saturday. I’ve asked her to give me a few weeks to get to know each other.”
“A few weeks? What do you mean? You’re going to hang out here for a few weeks? What about work?”
“I think you and Dillon can handle things on your end. You can always email me or call with any issues. But I need to get to know my daughter. I’ve already missed out on so much.” Vince shot him a curious look and he stared. “What?”
“If I didn’t know better I’d say you were serious about this parenting thing.”
“Well, I am…I guess.”
“You guess? Don’t you think that’s something you should be completely sure about before starting?”
“This is why I didn’t want to talk about this right now.”
“What about your baby mama? Is she cooperating or not?”
“Mostly not. She’s not thrilled about me being the dad.”
“Why the hell not?” Vince asked, insulted. “She’s damn lucky to have bagged a Buchanan.”
“She doesn’t exactly see it that way and I’m not sure how to change her mind on that score.”
"Screw this. What you need is a good time to get your mind off of all this crap with the kid. When we get to the club, just relax. You deserve a night off."
Nolan nodded, wondering if his brother was right. His whole body was tied up in knots that not even the massage had helped. Well, it might have helped if they'd sent a pretty massage therapist with an open mind but instead, he’d received a burly matron with definite German ancestry in her blood as she’d pummeled his back as if she were pounding bread. Frankly, he'd been a bit afraid of the burly frau and when it came time to tip, he tipped her well just so she’d go away.
The minute they stepped into the club, Nolan allowed the booming sounds and chaotic energy to seep into his bones. Vince immediately flagged the waitress and ordered two whiskeys to get the night started. Vince was already on the prowl, his practiced eye searching out something pretty, and just a little on the healthy side. Vince loved women with a little extra padding on them. Personally, Nolan didn't care. He loved women of all sizes and never discriminated. But at the moment, the only woman on his mind was the one woman he didn't want to think about. Vince accepted the whiskey and downed his in one quick gulp. Nolan did the same, grimacing at the taste. "Are you sure that was whiskey? That tasted like moonshine."
"Well, they didn't have our usual brand so I made do with what they had. Besides, we’re not here to judge their liquor cabinet. We're here to have a good time, remember? And even moonshine will get us there, if you know what I mean."
Yeah, he knew. For some reason, Nolan wasn't in the mood for the usual hunt. However, he was happy not to be sitting in his hotel room staring at the four walls. He was content to slog down awful whiskey and watch as Vince worked his magic on a fresh crop of ladies. Suddenly, he sensed a presence at his side and he turned and saw a short but stacked woman with a wide smile and sparkle in her eyes that was hard to miss. "By a girl a drink?" she asked, dazzling him with a smile.
"Sure, why not." He signaled for the bartender. "Whatever she wants," he told the man.
"Sex on the beach," she answered, shooting him a coy look. He chuckled at the suggestion in her eyes. Any other time, he would've pounced on that invitation but his libido was fairly dead at the moment. The girl accepted the drink from the bartender and took a sip before saying, "You have the look of a man who doesn't know what he wants."
"Is that so? And you have the look of a woman who knows exactly what she wants."
She smiled. "Want to get out of here?"
It was on the tip of his tongue to politely decline but then he realized he had no reason to say no. Here was a perfectly delectable woman, who was plainly interested, and yet he wasn't readily gobbling up what she had to offer. What the hell was wrong with him? Vince was right. He was totally off his game. He tossed a few bills on the table for the tab and said with a grin, "Sure. What did you have in mind?"
She grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the door. "I already told you," she answered playfully. "Sex on the beach."
"Sounds good to me."
All he needed was the right motivation to get his head on straight, he told himself. As soon as he had those big pillowy tits in his mouth, he'd forget all about Shannon and her lean body.
He texted a quick message to Vince to let him he was bouncing with a hot chick and Vince responded with a thumbs-up emoticon. Since Vince had driven them, they took the girl’s car. “So where is this beach?”
“There’s a private place I like to go to listen to the waves at night. It’s pretty,” she told him, smiling. He shrugged, enjoying the prospect of shutting his brain off and letting his cock make the decisions. When they arrived, she went to the trunk and pulled out a blanket, smiling. “I come here a lot.”
“To fuck or to listen to the waves?” he asked, half-joking.
She sent him another dazzling smile as she answered, “Both.”
He carried the blanket for her as they navigated the shifting sand and finally settled in a quiet, secluded spot. Nolan spread the blanket and the woman nestled in beside him. She was delightfully petite but full and curvy in all the right spots. Vince would’ve loved fucking this little morsel. Perhaps he should’ve introduced them. She was nothing like Shannon — which was a good thing, he told himself sternly as he forced a smile for the woman’s benefit. “What’s your name?” he asked, idly wondering if her nipples were a dusky rose or a chocolate brown.
“CeCe,” she answered, already plucking at the buttons on his shirt. “What’s yours?”
“Nolan,” he answered, enjoying the kiss of balmy night air on his exposed skin. “Do you always pick up strange men at clubs?”
“Only the ones I want to fuck,” she answered simply and he laughed, appreciating her honesty. He swallowed his next quip when she delved behind his zipper and her firm hand gripped his cock with practiced experience. She smiled with approval at his girth and length, her gaze lighting with delight at the prospect. “You have a nice, thick cock, Nolan,” she murmured, as she released him and gazed up at him. “How good are you with your tongue?”
“No complaints yet,” he answered, feeling that familiar tingle at the base of his groin as arousal finally started to awaken his sex drive. He lifted her short skirt to her hips and saw the plump little folds of her bare pussy
hiding her clit. He lowered his head and nuzzled her flesh, closing his eyes against the oddly dampening thought that this was a bad idea, and refocused on the fact that he had his face two inches from a woman’s pussy — generally speaking, his favorite place to be — and his cock was slowly hardening, ready for action.
Everything seemed right and perfect— except it wasn’t. Damn it, he thought to himself. Get in the game!
Determined to feel more like himself in his own skin, Nolan purposefully lowered his mouth to her cleft and plunged his tongue deep inside. The minute he tasted her flesh, he was reminded of how Shannon tasted and how her unique scent had driven him wild. It was baffling how three years had gone by without a whisper of Shannon in his mind but now that he’d seen her again, it was as if his brain was infected with some kind of virus and all he could think of was Shannon.
“Oh yes!” CeCe moaned, threading her fingers through his hair and yanking hard enough to irritate. Jesus, woman. Are you pulling weeds? He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate. If he stopped now, he’d never live it down. He had a reputation to protect at the very least. Working on auto-pilot, he listened to her breathy moans as a key to what she enjoyed and varying speed and tempo, he easily brought her to climax, but his cock had completely fallen asleep, going flaccid and pathetic like that of an 80-year-old man. He lifted his head and wiped his mouth, wishing he had some of that shitty whiskey right about now. CeCe gazed at him with sleepy, happy eyes until she realized he was buttoning his pants. “What are you doing?” she asked, sitting up suddenly, her expression confused. “We’re just getting started.”
“I’m sorry, I’m kind of tired. Would you mind if we went back to the club? I need to find my brother and get back to the hotel.”
“Are you kidding me?” she demanded, her stare losing her sparkle and turning hard. “I thought we were going to fuck?”
“Yeah, I had high hopes, too but it seems I’m not as horny as I thought.”
