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I pulled the cool stick away. “You move...and it’s over; I’ll stop and just enjoy this sweet treat by myself. I tell you when…got it?” She didn’t respond until I prompted, “Yes, Mr. Skyler.”
“Yes,” she repeated, barely audible, “Mr. Skyler.” With those words, her body gave into the foreign sensation that had her paying keen attention to my every move. She closed her eyes.“Yes, yes…Mr. Skyler, make me beg,” she rasped, her knees opening wider, her mouth going lax, and her eyes fluttering as I pushed the cool blunt popsicle into her slit. “Ahhh…oooh…I’m going…”
“No, no, Sweets— not yet,” I hushed against her sex before moving the popsicle out of the way so I could lick her cunt clean. My tongue entered her juicy hole, making sure I got all the added sweetness before I sucked her clit into my mouth, tugging. Her cries swirled around my head. I took a bite of the rest of the popsicle paying close attention to her body; her hips were tensing…I knew my girl was close. She begged, and I let her, pleading mewls escalating into demanding shouts. Impatiently, she shifted, going up on her elbows.
“Arms up or we stop!” I barked.
Immediately, she threw her arms above her head. “God, please, please, Jake, please now.”
My mouth was full of the slushy concoction. “Not before I rim this,” I growled, spitting some of the sticky cold liquid onto her flexed rosebud, then I swirled my tongue just inside her back opening, knowing she would not be able to stay still, fucking relishing her whimpers, the begging, pleading moans, the shocked, “Oh God!” jumping from her mouth. Once I licked her asshole clean of the tangy liquid, I moved back to the prize, the hard-as-hell nub, and clamped down. “NOW!” I growled before tugging hard on her sweet clit with my mouth. Her back arched, and the wail that shot from deep in her throat sounded like something a wild animal would emanate—making me a big fan of popsicles once again.
“Damn it, that girl.”
Chapter Thirty
She opened the door in her robe, hair pinned up in large rollers. “You guys, I’m so glad you’re here.” Rakell smiled as Jonathon and Matt entered.
“We’re glad to be here, Princess.” Matt kissed her cheek. “We’ll put our stuff away. We’re ready to head out whenever you are.”
“I’ll finish getting dressed…get something to drink or eat, I have a shrimp cocktail in the fridge.”
After finger-combing her hair so that it fell in large waves down her shoulders and back, she slipped on the pink silk dress with gray lace covering her breasts, dipping just enough to highlight her cleavage. She’d had this dress custom-made, and it hugged her body perfectly. Her mind turned back to the day she’d tried it on at the boutique. Jake had been awestruck. She had worn it out to dinner that night with no panties or bra because the silk revealed every line. Later, he’d lifted the pink silk over her ass before slipping himself into her. That day had been driven by sexual energy, and every time she looked at the dress, she got wet. After covering her lips in a light pink lipstick, she looked in the mirror and thought she’d definitely get his attention tonight…and hopefully, he’d agree to talk.
“Wowza!” Jonathon squealed as she walked out to the living room. “Operation Get the Man is on, girl. You’re hot enough to make me reconsider my bent for men.”
Matt arched his eyebrows. “Or you’re in a committed relationship with a great guy, which makes you off the market. You do look amazing, Princess.”
She grabbed her white leather jacket as they headed out the door. “Wearing my lucky jacket, so hopefully, it works tonight,” she laughed, hearing the anxiety in her voice.
“You got this,” Jonathon said.
Group Therapy, Hotel ZaZa’s sky lounge and restaurant overlooking Republic Square Park and the hotel pool, was burgeoning with people. Matt found two barstools open, so they quickly claimed the space. “You guys sit, I’ll stand.”
“No, I need to stand so I can look around.” Rakell smiled. “Have you forgotten our mission? Now start scanning the room for two big guys,” she said as Matt leaned against the bar, ordering a round of drinks.
Matt spotted Jake and Dwayne on the other side of the long bar, a handful of young, attractive women thronging around them. Matt nudged Jonathon, tilting his chin in Jake’s direction, unsure if he even wanted to point them out to Rakell since Jake seemed to be soaking in the attention. Jake was grinning like a man who’d just won the Super Bowl, and this was his version of I’m going to Disney World, Matt thought, studying him from across the room. Everyone knew that Disney invited the MVP-Dwayne, but alas, this was probably any straight man’s version of Disney in his backyard. Matt began to think Jonathon and Rakell’s plan for this evening probably wasn’t a good idea.
Jonathon shot Matt a grimace. “Ummm, Rakell, we need to go to Operation Bold Balls. Are you sure you're up for it?” Jonathon asked, looking at her then shifting his eyes toward the gaggle of giggling, cooing women surrounding Jake and Dwayne.
“Huh?” She followed Jonathon’s gaze toward the other end of the room. Her heart dropped. Jake was clearly in his element. The resolve that had fueled her all week started to diminish; she didn’t know if she was up for making a fool out of herself in frontof a bunch of strangers. It was one thing to be shot down in front of Jordan and Dwayne at the gym, but it was another thing to be humiliated with a group of starry-eyed Jake Skyler girlfriend wannabees buzzing around him. Her eyebrows knitted together. “Ugh, Jonathon, I’m not sure I can do this. Shit, there’s a herd of cleavage-baring, smiling babes eagerly cooing around him. Nooo…”
“And none of them can compare to you, mostly because he’s already smitten with you, so you got that over them. When you’re eighty, you’ll regret not doing it. Plus, this place is called Group Therapy, so we are doing some action-based therapy here, as in you are taking control of what you want in life,” Jonathon urged, smiling. “Here’s the plan.” He whispered how she should stroll around the bar, passing behind them on her way to the bathroom, giving him time to take her in, then on the way back stop and say hi to Dwayne—the key being to make sure the gaggle of women knew she was Jake’s main girl.
First, Jake noticed her hair from across the room, struck by the mass of light brown sun-kissed waves spilling down her back. As his eyes focused on her, he caught the shoulders of the white leather jacket and knew exactly who was standing across the bar.Damn her—she wasn’t going to let him escape.He darted his eyes away, steadying his focus on the women in his circle, actively ignoring her.
“Don’t look now, but he keeps glancing this way, nonchalantly as if looking past us. He knows you’re here,” Jonathon squealed in a conspiratorial voice, sounding like a high schooler.
Matt rolled his eyes, lowering his head to his hand on the bar, not concealing his exasperation. “This is going to be a long night. Maybe I should leave you two to your junior high games. I’ll pickyou up later and then we can have a slumber party, eat popcorn, and prank call boys.”
Jonathon gently hit Matt’s arm. “Don’t spoil the fun. This is the kind of gooey angst that writes rom-coms, which you love…or you watch becauseIthink they're so much fun,” Jonathon said, pecking Matt’s cheek, then rubbing his hands together. “Ready to have some fun, Rakell?”
Rakell grimaced. “Not sure how fun it’s going to be getting humiliated in front of half the females in the bar.”
“Go,” Jonathon pressed, gently pushing on her back. “Take off the jacket first. He needs a full-on assault from those bombs.” His eyes dropped to her cleavage.
“Okay, but this is my lucky jacket, and he bought it for me,” she explained.
“He’s seen it, and besides, you’ve got two lucky charms.” Jonathon winked, pointing to her chest. “The key is walking by like you own the place; don’t act affected by Jake or his harem. Got it, Rakell?” he asked, rubbing his hands together. “This is going to be perfect; wish we could film it.”
