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“Abso-fucking-lutely, sweetheart.” He quickly stands, wasting no time as he yanks Mandy out of the booth. “Have fun, Dix,” he says with a wink. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Before I can get a word in edgewise, he’s dragging Mandy downstairs.
Now that leaves me alone with Marisa and my emerging hard-on. My dick is standing at half mast, but a few more gentle strokes and I’ll be at full salute. Her fingers are attentive and slow, and it’s exactly what I need.
As a duo, Mandy and Marisa are downright creepy with the whole finishing each other’s sentences and wanting to fuck the same men. But as a solo act, Marisa is totally doing it for me.
Closing my eyes and leaning my head back against the seat, I allow her total control, and she takes it by unzipping my jeans and walking her fingers into my crotch. I almost always go commando, and now is no exception, so she’s touching my heated flesh the moment she reaches inside. The way her fingershungrily stroke me and the small hitch to her breath points to the fact she’s as turned on as me. Her grip becomes tighter, and as she increases the speed, my sex-starved body sings in relief as my release is waiting in the wings, anticipating the right move to set me off.
However, the here and now comes down around me, and my eyes pop open when I remember where I am. I’ve come in worse places before, but as glorious as this feels, I really don’t want to be caught out ejaculating in a very public place, where a ton of witnesses would be more than willing to recount my depravity toTheNew York Times.
Pulling my hips away slowly, I watch as Marisa turns to look at me, confusion reflected in her aroused blue eyes.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, her plump mouth dipping into a frown.
Leaning forward, I whisper into her ear, “Let’s get out of here. When I come, it’s going to be inside you. Not in some shitty bar.”
I pull back to gauge her reaction, and by her dilated pupils and quickened breaths, I know she’s all for the idea. Subtly adjusting myself and zipping up my jeans, I slide out of the booth and offer my hand to help Marisa rise.
I lead the way but don’t get very far, as the line to go downstairs is barely moving. Glancing overhead to see what the holdup is, I notice a couple of guys looking over the rail and pointing at something on the dance floor. Out of interest, I casually peer over the ledge, but I suddenly lunge forward to determine if what I’m seeing is actually happening. Marisa’s arm is linked through mine so I drag her with me, but I heed no attention to her complaints because I’m about five seconds away from losing my shit.
“What is it, Dixon?” I vaguely hear Marisa ask, but I can’t even construct a reply as all my focus is on Madison, who is on the dance floor getting manhandled by Tim.
My feet act before my brain can catch up, and I’m charging forward, pushing anyone or anything that stands in my way out of my line of attack. Thankfully, the sea of people part when they see me headed their way, but when Marisa latches onto my bicep to stop my sprint, I spin on my heel, my anger about ready to explode.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the first loose bill I can find and shove it into her hand. “Here, call yourself a cab.”
“Dixon!” she cries, but I don’t stick around to find out what she has to say.
I charge down the spiral staircase and almost fall down the steps as I take two at a time, my feet moving with unparalleled speed, but I don’t care because I need to get to Madison. Elbowing my way through the crowd, I push and shove, not caring who’s in my way, and my violence pays off because I get through the horde of people in record time. However, the spot where I last saw Madison is now filled with another couple, and I curse that I’ve lost her.
Blessing my height, I do a quick scan, and my eyes zero in on Madison walking toward the exit with the ape on her tail. I’m functioning on autopilot and literally pick up anyone who stands in my way, and after many grunts, curses, and slaps, I make it outside. Frantically looking from left to right, I see Madison storming away from Tim, yelling at him to leave her alone.
I take off in a quick march. Before I reach them, I hear Madison yell, “You need to stop following me. I told you I’m not interested in you.”
“How do you know you’re not interested in me? You won’t even give me a chance!” he angrily retorts, lunging forward to grab her.
I see the absolute terror contort her features, and that look sends me wild. Madison’s eyes widen when she sees me, whichmust alert the baboon because he turns quickly, ready to assess the threat. But I’m quicker, and I punch him straight in the jaw.
Madison screams, and Tim stumbles backward, but neither is a deterrent, and I charge forward, ready for strike two. I land a blow on his cheek and then deliver an uppercut to his chin in quick succession, which snaps his head back with a sickening thud.
Tim shakes his head and wobbles on his feet, my punishing blows obviously rattling his tiny brain, but I don’t stop. I right hook his face with a powerful swing and he ends up staggering backward, wiping the back of his hand against his bleeding lip.
“Dixon, no!” Madison screams, but I ignore her.
“You again!” he slurs when he sees me, his eyes narrowing in rage.
“I’m back to teach you some manners,” I snarl and lunge forward, attempting to knock this son of a bitch down.
He dodges my attack and gets in a lucky jab, connecting with my lip. The metallic taste indicates he’s busted my lip open, but the taste just fuels my rage. We both round off, each watching the other like prey, but Tim isn’t steady on his feet, and I can see his eye is starting to swell.
“I don’t know why you’re fighting for her. She doesn’t even put out,” he spits, his bloodied spittle staining the sidewalk red. “Or maybe she’s finally stopped being a cock tease and given it up.”
His crudeness feeds my anger, and I’m about to attack, but Madison literally beats me to the punch as she steps between us and socks the asshole in the nose. He staggers backward, no doubt surprised she actually hit him, and he falls to his ass while Madison yelps, clutching her hand against her chest, hissing in pain.
Her safety overtakes my need to kick this guy’s ass. “Madison, are you okay?” I ask on a rushed breath, reaching out and touching her shoulder.
However, she surprises me as she shrugs out of my grip, appearing to be angry with me.
As she meets my confused gaze, I can see her eyes are filled with tears, but I have a feeling those tears aren’t caused by the pain she’s currently experiencing.
