He arched while he stroked himself, feeling guilty and embarrassed and sinfully erotic. Oh… so good… Settling into a rhythm, he shoved the covers off with his foot and looked down his body. With illicit pride, he watched himself, liking the thick head of him, the outrageous size, the way his hand gripped tight.
Oh… fuck. Faster. Faster with his hand. A little clicking noise rose up, the result of the clear, slippery lubricant that came out of the tip getting on his palm. The stuff ran down the shaft, making the erection glisten.
Oh… fuck.
From out of nowhere the picture of a female came to him… Shit, it was that hard-ass security guard from ZeroSum, and he saw in HD with her man's haircut and her muscled shoulders and her shrewd face and her powerful presence. In a stunning moment of boldness, he imagined the two of them at the club. She had him pressed against the wall, with her hand down his pants and she was kissing him hard, her tongue in his mouth.
Jesus… God in heaven… his hand moved at blurring speed, his cock hard as marble, his mind filled with the idea of being inside that female.
Critical overload hit when he pictured her breaking off from the kiss and easing down onto her knees. He saw her unzip his pants, take himself out, and suck him into her mouth-
Fuck!
John flipped over onto his side, the pillow getting knocked to the floor, his knees coming up. He shouted without making a sound and jerked around as warm jets went everywhere, landing on his chest and the tops of his thighs and getting on his hand. He kept stroking, eyes nailed shut, veins popping out at his neck, lungs burning.
When there was nothing left in him, John swallowed hard, caught his breath, and opened his eyes. He wasn't sure, but he thought he'd come twice. Maybe three times.
Crap. The sheets. He'd made a mess.
Man, it had been worth it, though. That was great. That shit was… great.
Except he did feel guilty about what he'd pictured in his mind. He would die if she ever found out-
His cell phone went off. Wiping his hand on the sheets, he picked the thing up. It was a text from Qhuinn, telling him to get his ass to Blay's in a half hour so they could hit ZeroSum before the action dried up.
John hardened again as he thought of the security guard.
Okay, this could turn out to be a pain, he thought as he looked at his erection. Especially if he went to the club and saw that female and… yeah, threw a whole lot of wood.
But then, hey, he should look on the bright side: At least his parts were in working order.
John sobered. Yeah, everything worked and he had enjoyed it… at least by himself. But the idea of having that go down with someone else?
Still left him cold.
When Phury walked into ZeroSum at about one a.m., he was glad he wasn't with his brothers. He needed some privacy for what he was going to do.
With grim resolve he went to the VIP section, took a seat at the Brotherhood's table, and ordered a martini, hoping like hell none of the Brotherhood decided to do a fly-by. He would have much preferred to go somewhere else, but ZeroSum was the only place in town that offered what he was looking for. So he was hung.
The first martini was good. His second was better.
As he drank, human women came up to the table. The first was a brunette, so that wasn't happening. Too much like Bella. Next one was blond, which was good… but she was the short-haired one Z had once fed from, so that just felt wrong. Then there was another blond who looked so strung out she gave him the guilts, followed by a black-haired one who looked like Xena: Warrior Princess and kind of scared him.
But then… a redhead stopped in front of the table.
She was a tiny thing, no more than five-five even with her stripper stillies, but her hair was huge. Dressed in a bubblegum-pink bustier and micromini, she looked like a cartoon character.
"You looking for some play, daddy?"
He shifted in the seat and told himself to quit being picky and get it over with. It was just sex, for God's sake. "Maybe. What's a ticket on the fifty-yard line going to cost?"
She lifted up her hand and touched her lips with two fingers. "For a full game."
Two hundred bucks to get rid of his virginity. Which boiled down to less than a dollar a year. What a steal.
Phury was half-dead as he got to his feet. "Sounds good."
As he followed the prostitute to the back of the VIP area, he had some vague thought that in a parallel universe he would be doing this for the first time with someone he loved. Or cared about. Or at least knew. It wouldn't be about a pair of Benjis and a public bathroom.
Unfortunately, he was where he was.
The woman opened a glossy black door and he went in behind her. As he shut them in together the techno music faded a little.
He was nervous as hell as he held out the money.
She smiled up at him as she took it. "I'm not going to mind this with you at all. God, that hair. Is it extensions?"
He shook his head.
When she reached for his belt he took a knee-jerk step back and banged into the damn door.
"Sorry," he said.
She gave him a strange look. "No problem. This your first time with someone like me?"
Try anyone. "Yeah."
"Well, I'm going to take good care of you." She stepped in close to him, and her big breasts pressed into his belly. He glanced down at her head. She had dark roots that showed on top.
"You're a big one," she murmured, tucking one hand into his waistband and tugging him forward.
He went with her with the grace of a robot, all numbed out and unable to believe he was going to do this. But really, how else was it going to happen?
She backed up against the sink and in a quick, practiced hop got herself up on the counter. As she spread her legs, her skirt rose. Her black thigh-highs were topped with lace. She wasn't wearing panties.
"No kissing, of course," she murmured, dragging his fly down. "On the mouth, that is."
He felt cool air slip inside then her hand went into his boxers. He flinched as she took hold of his cock.
This was what he came here for, he reminded himself. This was what he'd bought and paid for. He could do this.
It was time to move on. From Bella. From the celibacy.
"Relax, lover," the woman said in a raspy voice. "Your wife is never going to know. My lipstick is eighteen-hour smudge-proof, and I don't wear perfume. So you can just enjoy yourself."
Phury swallowed. I can do this.
As John got out of the dark blue BMW, he was sporting a spanking-new pair of black trousers, a black silk shirt, and a cream suede jacket built on the lines of a blazer. They weren't his clothes. Like the car that had driven both him and Qhuinn downtown, they were Blay's.
"We are so ready for this," Qhuinn said as they walked across the parking lot.
John glanced back at the place where he'd taken out those lessers. He remembered the power he'd felt, the conviction that he was a fighter, a warrior… a Brother. That was all gone now, as if something else had been at work inside of him then, like he'd been possessed or something. As he walked with his friends now, he felt like a whole lot of nothing special duded up in his buddy's fancy threads, his body a bag of water, sloshing around with every step he took.
When they came up to ZeroSum, John headed for the back of the wait line, but Qhuinn spun him to a halt. "We got an in, remember?"
They sure as hell did. The minute Qhuinn dropped the name Xhex, the piece of mountain at the door snapped to attention and spoke into his earpiece. A split second later he stepped aside. "She wants you in the back. VIP. You know the way?"