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  “Mmm…I like that,” she muttered as she pressed her forehead against the sheets. “More though – I want more. I want your cock.”

  Well, okay then – again!

  There were just some things I wasn’t really interested in arguing about, and a chick asking me to give her my cock was definitely one of them. Without hesitation, I positioned myself at the little puckered hole between her cheeks and gently bore down.

  Damn, it felt good.

  Obviously she’d been down this road before – or rather, other guys had been down this road. I slipped in without a lot of resistance, and before too long, I was moving back and forth with a nice, steady rhythm. Mary/Maci moved with me, and we rocked together as she started grunting and moaning against the mattress.

  “So good!” she called out. “Your cock feels so big in my ass. Damn…”

  She was good for the ego, whatever her name was.

  Shifting up over her a little more, I started really pushing deep and fast inside of her to the point where I felt like my cock was actually vibrating. I wondered if she could feel it, too, and then realized she probably could because it was my phone buzzing. Trying to ignore it, I leaned into her again and reached around with one hand to palm her tit as I kept up the faster rhythm.

  The phone buzzed again, and I quickly grabbed it off the pillow as I lay across her, covering her back with my chest. My cock throbbed inside of her, and the phone throbbed in my hand. I pushed myself back up until I was perpendicular to the bed, stroked in and out of her a few times, and quickly glanced at the phone while the other hand played with her ass.

  It was a text from Lee.

  What are you doing? You ok?

  I quickly tapped at the keys with my thumb.

  Giving it to this girl up the ass so I’m good.

  I resumed a little deeper penetration, but a few second later, the phone buzzed in my hand again.

  You’re texting me while giving anal?

  I rolled my eyes at the ceiling before responding.

  You texted me. I was just being polite.

  I tossed the phone over to the other bed and out of my way, then focused back on business. Mary/Maci had her hand between her legs and was fingering herself, so I took the cue and helped out.

  You don’t just instinctively know how to make a chick come – you have to let each one of them show you what they like. Lots of them won’t tell you, so it’s all about the power of observation. If you can’t see too well because you have your dick in her ass and her hips are in the way, you just got to feel your way around until she starts making the right kinds of noises.

  So that’s what I did.

  I reached around and placed my hand over hers. My fingers matched the movements of hers for a few minutes, and then she dropped her hand to the sheets and let me go on my own. She was seriously wet, and I could slide a finger into her easily as my dick continued to invade her back door.

  “Oh, fuck…Mary…”

  She glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes a little.

  “It’s Maci.”

  Shit.

  As bad as it sounded, it really could have been a whole lot worse. I mean, it’s not like I was calling her the name of some other chick who had been hanging out with us all night, or her sister, or anything like that. It was an honest mistake, which would surely be forgivable.

  Nah.

  I knew chicks too well to believe that would work.

  “Holy Mary, mother of God, you have a fine, fine ass,” I moaned as I kept pumping in and out of her.

  “Oh!” she cried out as she turned her head back to the pillows and pushed herself up a bit more on her arms.

  See? No worries.

  “Mmm…oh, wow, Nick…” She bucked back against me, and my fingers circled her clit a little more. “Oh yeah – yeah…right there!”

  I felt her body shudder around me, and her ass gripped my cock just a little bit more. It was about all I could stand, and after just a few more strokes, I felt my balls tighten, my legs quiver a little, and I unloaded deep inside of her with a moan.

  Moving slowly, I stroked in and out a couple of times. It was my favorite thing about ass-sex with a chick – not having to pull out right away to make sure the condom didn’t leak. I was never willing to risk non-gloved love the other way. My life was weird enough as it was without bringing a kid into the picture. I was just too paranoid.

  Apparently, having a guy hang out inside of her wasn’t Maci’s favorite thing because she almost immediately shifted herself up towards the pillows, causing me to pop out with an actual, honest-to-God popping noise.

  My dick felt cold.

  And shriveled.

  It kinda looked that way, too.

  “Was that guy serious about the con suite party?” Maci asked as she jumped up and started pulling her clothes back on her body. She had to untangle her bra from my jeans but made pretty quick work of it and even handed the pants to me so I could get dressed, too.

  “There’s always a con suite party,” I replied, nearly forgetting my fake accent.

  “I mean about the free food and drinks,” she clarified.

  “Yes, love,” I said, “but it’s going to end up being as exciting as a box of crisps and beer only you Yanks would drink.”

  “But still, it’s free, right?”

  “Yes,” I sighed.

  “Let’s go check it out!”

  No longer really in the mood to keep up the game, I glanced over at her and shrugged a little.

  “Why don’t you go, and I’ll maybe see you up there later?” I gave her a nice smile, which she returned as she adjusted the straps of her bra and jiggled her little tits around until they were back in position.

  Maci bounced out of the room after giving me another tonguey kiss, and I let the door slam closed. With a big sigh, I turned around and uncapped a bottle of Canadian whiskey and poured a decent amount into the hotel’s complimentary, Styrofoam coffee cups next to the complimentary coffee maker. I put the lid on the cup in order to increase the subtlety slightly and was about to head back out, but I ended up sitting on the edge of the bed instead.

  I took in a long, deep breath and looked around the room.

  Liquor bottles, sticky plastic cups, open suitcases, and an unopened box of condoms.

  Figuring I didn’t have to be a jerk about it, I picked up the condom box and shoved it back into my travel bag. My cigarettes were on the nightstand, so I grabbed them and headed to the balcony to smoke. As soon as I got there and opened the pack, I saw it was empty.

  “Fucking Lee,” I muttered under my breath. I didn’t mind him bumming one, but taking the last one without even telling me wasn’t cool.

  I plopped down on the plastic chair next to the balcony rail and sipped at my whiskey-in-a-coffee-cup. It was warm enough outside I didn’t need a coat, and the wind wasn’t so bad in this area of town like it was closer to the lake. Still, I wished I had a cigarette. I wished I had a pizza, too, but it was too late to order from any place decent. Ultimately, I wanted whatever wasn’t around right at that moment.

  My cock was satisfied, but I wasn’t.

  There were plenty of options, including heading back downstairs and seeing if there were any other chicks around that looked like they might be ready for a tumble. Honestly, though – I wasn’t in the mood. I wasn’t in the mood to be alone, either, but I didn’t want to hang out with the crowd any more.

  My phone beeped, and I went back inside to check it.

  A text from Lee asked if I was done. He wanted to come back to the room and refill his drink. Chris had ditched him, and he’d been hanging out with Brian, the body painting guy we’d met earlier in the day, and they were both ticked at the price of booze in the hotel bar and wanted to drink from the private stash. I was all right with that. Brian was cool, and I’d been kind of fascinated by how quickly women just took off their clothes so he could start brushing various colors of paint all over their bodies. I mean, the shit h
e did was beautiful; I’d just never seen anything quite like it.

  I replied that it was safe to come upstairs to the room.

  There was another text from Chris that contained a lot of exclamation points and informed me that there were some girls who heard I was here but didn’t believe that he really knew me. He wanted me to come to the con suite and prove to them that we were buddies.

  That’s the kind of shit that pissed me off. There wasn’t a lot that really got me going, but I could become pretty annoyed with people who were basically using me to feel like they have some sort of in with my criminal father. If they had any idea what that meant, they wouldn’t want anything to do with getting to know me. Chris basically using me and that relationship to get some pussy was enough to make me consider turning in for the night.

  I took in another long breath and blew it out in a huff before I switched the phone to silent, dumped my drink down the sink, and threw myself onto the bed to get a few minutes relaxation before going back out. My head was spinning, so I reached over and grabbed the cigarette pack inside the nightstand drawer – the one that contained my weed.

  The little baggie inside the pack was also empty.

  “Really?” I yelled out into the empty room. “Really, Lee? That is so not cool.”

  Never rooming with him again. As a matter of fact, I was tempted to say, “Fuck it!” and just grab a taxi back home and stick him with the entire bar bill. If he had come to the room right at that moment, or if I ended up back downstairs with a group of chicks wanting to ask me shit about my father, I’d probably lose my cool.

  Especially without any weed.

  No doubt – I should skip the party.

  By a mile.

  Chapter 2

  Some people are just perfectly fine with infamy.

  Most people wouldn’t recognize the guy on the street, but if you had anything to do with Chicago’s illegitimate business at all, you’d probably heard the name Evan Arden. People who didn’t even know him were scared shitless of him.

  People who knew him were also scared shitless.

  If you actually managed to get up close and personal with him, you’d figure out that for the most part, he wasn’t a bad guy at all – he had a decent sense of humor, could hold intelligent conversations, and took a lot of pride in his work. If you spent enough time with him, you’d quickly figure out there was something inside him just under the surface, and that something was pretty intense – like a thousand-year-old volcano that was about to pop the top off a gigantic mountain. If you had the opportunity to watch him hold a rifle to his shoulder and obliterate a little paper head on a target from five hundred yards away, you’d know just how destructive an eruption from him would be.

  The noise at the shooting range would sometimes put me on edge, but I had lucked out far more than I thought I would have when I decided to hang out with Evan Arden and Jonathan Ferris over the weekend. I should have known shooting would be involved, but I hadn’t thought about it when I accepted. I’m not a gun dude. I don’t have a problem with them, and I end up around them all the time, they just aren’t my thing.

  I wasn’t expecting to get any decent action at the shooting range, either. It wasn’t exactly the kind of place a lot of women tended to visit. Not trying to be sexist or anything, but they just didn’t seem to ever be there. This time was an exception, though, and while Evan and Jonathan were blasting holes in paper people, a hot little brunette with a deep tan walked into the open area outside the range and leaned up against the wall.

  Jonathan glanced at me as I started to move away, and I heard him chuckle.

  I kinda had Jonathan figured as Evan’s BFF or whatever, but they were as polar opposite as an elderly nun and a Chippendale dancer. Jonathan could be loud and in your face, but you always knew there wasn’t anything inside of him that was all that threatening. Well, not physically at least. I wouldn’t piss him off because he’d have my bank accounts hacked four seconds later, but I never got the idea he was into much violence. He was just your typical, brilliant, bored kid at one point and discovered the most interesting challenges were using technology to see just what he could get away with. My dad used that to his advantage, and Jonathan seemed pretty happy to get paid to screw around on the internet and write useful apps to hack websites and other apps, which he then put up for free in the iTunes store.

  Of course, once downloaded, the apps would start sending all the user’s private data back to a hosting system, but they rarely ever figured that out.

  Without saying a word to my companions, I walked over to the brunette who was leaning against the rail, watching the shooters. She had on those jeans that were really tight along the legs and high-heeled sandals of some sort. They were hot, but I thought jeans and high heels together were just kind of unnatural. I mean, jeans were supposed to make you feel comfortable, and heels were just…well…silly.

  “Is this the sort of thing you like to do on the weekends?” I asked her. I tilted my head and half smiled as she turned her eyes to me.

  Now before we go any further, let’s get something clear – I have had plenty of people get on me for emphasizing words in kind of a random sort of way, but I assure you there is nothing random about it. It’s quite intentional, and very distinct, which is the point.

  People don’t forget me.

  Fame or infamy? I don’t know; I just know it gets me laid.

  “Not really,” the brunette admitted. “It’s too loud.”

  I nodded meaningfully, looked out to the targets, and then back over to her.

  “So, you must be here with someone?” I wasn’t interested in having my balls threatened by a husband or boyfriend, even if she did have really nice tits. It’s best to find these things out quickly.

  “My cousin,” she informed me. “I came to visit, and this is his idea of entertainment.”

  Out-of-towner. Perfect!

  “So where are you from?” I asked as I gave her a little smile.

  I made a bunch of small talk with the chick, whose name was Carolyn, found the occasional reason to inadvertently brush against her, and generally got her to the point where she was smiling and laughing with me. We seemed to have a few things in common – a love of heavy metal being a big one – and talking with her was smooth and natural. Once that happened, and considering her feelings towards her cousin at that moment, it was kind of an easy hit though I was happy just hanging out with her, too.

  Okay, sure, getting laid was always in the back of my head, but it wasn’t all about that.

  Really!

  The thing is? I like talking to women. Why? Because they like to talk. Talking to guys is freaking aggravating – it’s all the same shit – girls they’ve fucked, video games, guns, sports – it’s totally boring. Talking to women is different. For starters, women will talk about anything in the world, from books, to politics, to religion, to their menstrual cramps – nothing’s taboo. Every group you sit down with will be having a totally different conversation.

  You can learn a lot listening to chicks, and I mean about all kinds of shit. If you can get yourself into a whole room of them and then get really quiet to the point where they forget there’s a guy in the room, you wouldn’t believe the kind of shit you’d hear.

  Try it sometime.

  Really.

  My fingers brushed over her forearm with a little less subtlety, and she glanced down at the touch.

  “You know, I probably shouldn’t be saying this, but you’re actually the first girl I’ve really talked to since…well, for a long time.”

  “Since what?” Carolyn pressed, as I figured she would.

  “Nothing,” I muttered and dropped my hand from her arm and looked down. She immediately placed hers on my bicep and bent down a bit to look me in the face.

  “You were going to say something,” she insisted.

  I let out a long sigh and glanced out at the range where Evan was rhythmically pulling back on the trigger, switching maga
zines, and then starting all over again. His expression never changed – he was in the zone. He was completely zoned, actually, as in being in a war-zone.

  The phrase shell-shocked rattled in my head.

  “It’s just…I mean, I just recently came home from the Middle East. Me and my buddy out there are Marines. We had kind of a rough time, you know? I haven’t been out much since we were brought back to the States, you know?”

  Okay, so maybe half-stealing Evan’s story was a shitty thing to do, but I was on a mission.

  “What happened?” she asked.

  I shrugged one shoulder and leaned up against the barrier between us and the range before I looked back at her.

  “You don’t want the details,” I informed her, “but Evan and I are the only ones who made it home from our unit. He doesn’t talk about it, though, so don’t ask him. He gets a little temperamental about it when people ask him questions. I kinda wish he would talk to me, but I understand why he can’t.”

  “That has to be hard on you,” she said softly.

  Girls always got all soft-spoken when you talked to them about tragedy.

  “I miss the other guys,” I said. “Everyone else in our unit. No one else around here knew them, but he won’t talk about them.”

  She reached up and placed her hand on the side of my face. I leaned a little into her palm as it caressed my cheek. The softness of her touch made my cock stir a bit and was an interesting contrast to the gunfire around me.

  “That really is awful,” Carolyn said as she looked straight into my eyes.

  I smiled slightly, shrugged one shoulder slowly, and looked away in a meager effort to appear…what? Embarrassed? Shy? I didn’t know exactly what it conveyed – I just knew it worked on pretty much every chick I’d come across.

  “It’s all right,” I said softly. “It really has been a while. I mean, at least we’re out in public again, and I can stand to be here and talk to you, right? There was a time neither of us could really talk to anyone.”

  “Well, I’m very proud of you, then,” she replied.

  “Thanks.” I smiled again, dropped my gaze for a moment, and then quickly made eye contact with her again. She had soft hazel eyes, which were nice enough to look at, but not as interesting as her tits. She had really, really nice tits.