Prison Break (7 page)

She wished. Oh, she wished she had a man. A
real man.

“Jessica!” Jen's annoyance snapped her back
to attention. “Damn it! You thinking of Asshole again?”

Caught, Jessica shrugged impishly.

“You can't fool me, missy!” Jen swooped
toward Jessica, patted and pinched her buttock with one arm and
cradled her breast-to-breast with her other arm. “How about a
girl-on-girl dance?” Jen's sly smile made Jessica's cheeks flush.
“You know how hot men get when they see this action?” Jen glanced
over her shoulder and motioned Mariah over. “Get close and hump me
from behind!”

Jessica giggled nervously. “Jen! How do you
come up with this stuff?”

“Just relax, missy. We've got you.”

While Jen rubbed her up and down, grinding
into her full frontal and on the side, Mariah made her way around
Jen to flank Jessica and shimmied her way up and down along
Jessica's spine. Pulling Jessica's hips toward her crotch, Mariah
pumped and swayed with the music.

Jessica could not help but burst into raucous
laughter. In fact, they were all laughing.

A firm hand with an expensive watch shot
through the tangle of female pheromones towards her. “May I cut
in?”

The throaty voice sent Jessica's heart
skipping a beat. Her eyes snaked up the fit arm past the black
button vest on his stocky shoulders, past the button white T-shirt
that showed up blue in the black light, past his full lips and
connected with twinkling cordovan eyes that shot electricity to her
brain.

Short circuitry. She did not know when she
reached out her hand. She was vaguely aware of Jen and Mariah
parting their way to reconfigure their girly arrangement.

The moment their hands met, Jessica felt the
zap. She almost retracted her hand, but he held hers firmly and
pulled her toward him into a tight embrace to lead her in a dance
to their own beat. He smelled of pine and musk, as if he was just
getting started.

“You just got here?” she asked, when she
finally recovered her ability to speak.

“Not long ago.” His black bangs were brushed
to the side, yet several strands flirted with an eye. His hair was
long enough to cover his ears and curled out at the ends.

Fuckable. He was definitely fuckable. Dark
and fuckable. She ached to pull that hair.

Jessica threw her arms around his shoulder.
“So Mister Dark and Fuckable, what brings you here?”

“A lovely dark damsel,” he quipped back. He
grinned, revealing dimples in both cheeks.

Jessica's knees almost buckled. Did an angel
send this fantasy to her? No, not fantasy. He was real, in flesh,
in her hands.

“You don't strike me as someone who shows up
here to pick up damsels.” Jessica smiled sweetly.

“Only damsels in distress that need to be
rescued from their girlfriends,” he said, amused.

“Oh, so I'm on a list of virtuous acts?”
Jessica did not like being “rescued.” She was so over cheesy
contrived fairy tales where helpless bitches get swept off by some
megalomaniac's stunted acts.

“No, you're on a list of pleasureful
favors.”

“Favors?” Jessica's eyebrows shot up. Warning
bells rang.

He shrugged. “I promised a friend I'd show up
here tonight.”

“A woman friend or a guy friend?” she
asked.

“Doesn't matter if I find the damsel, does
it?”

“Are you telling me you were ordered to be
here to doctor me up?” Jessica felt her stomach sink.

“Oh, if you were my patient, I'd have you on
the gynecology table right now and give you a nice swat on that
pussy.”

The unwelcome image sent an involuntary chill
surging down Jessica's spine. Yet, she was infuriated with this
man's boldness and whoever had ordered him to be here to console
her. Plus, if the whole evening was going to be her asking the
questions, she would get bored rather quickly.

“Well, I'm done with my inquisition. It was
nice to meet you,” she said, loosening up her arms and starting to
back away.

“Oh, is that how you roll?” He held her
tighter and moved them to the music. “We're just getting
started.”

“You've got the rest of this dance,” Jessica
hissed. “Then I'll be meeting with my gynecian friends.”

***

An downed his drink at the bar and eyed the
damsel on the dance floor. As soon as their song ended, the female
threesome had reunited and ignited a smoldering passion deep within
him.

He willed his raging hard-on to still. She
looked so fuckable in that loose sexy braid flinging around in
sensual abandon. He wanted to give it a tug when he took her from
behind, riding her and reigning her hair and head back as if he was
pulling the reins on a horse.

Her scent lingered on him. A cross between
lemon and raspberry. How would she taste like? He could spend hours
making her come again and again, having her beg and scream his
name.

He could still feel her body pressed against
his and the armful he had when he exerted his dominance. She felt
right in his arms. He smiled at the memory of her perky beads
against his chest when they danced.

He had tested her with that gynecology
comment to see how she would respond. Her flat-out retort coupled
with her body's submissive response to his body excited him. How
much was talk? How much was show? How much fun would he have making
her come, free from her own spinning wheels?

When he was sure he could stand and walk
without embarrassment, he sent a text to Frank.
Favor done.
Heading home.

He could use another shower to take care of
himself and get a good night's rest.

***

“It's no use, Jen,” Jessica huffed. Tears
streamed down her face. She knew her mascara was a goner now. If
the assertion was correct, that raccoons only came out at night,
then Jessica sure looked and felt like one. “I just want to curl up
into a ball, hide away, and sleep the whole day off.”

Jen removed one hand from the steering wheel
and set the car to park along the Seattle waterfront. They were
only minutes away from Jessica's place. “Missy, enough of your pity
party. You're a hottie and that guy earlier was hot for you, too.
Hold your head up high. Asshole was worth less than shit.”

“No one wants to date me,” Jessica weeped.
“So what if I'm beautiful, brainy and just so happen to be a
billionaire by default? All the good rich men are taken.”

“Stop this blubbery mess over that bastard!”
Jen ordered. “Any decent man would have faced you to end things
instead of dropping the bomb on you over the phone.”

Hearing how her ex broke up with her aloud
only sent Jessica into another bucket of wails.

“Jessica, I know of someone who might just be
the perfect rebound man for you right now.”

Jessica sniffed. Her wails subsided enough
for her to listen further.

“How does great sex with no strings attached
sound to you?”

“You mean, like a fuck buddy?” She wiped away
her tears. Nothing appeared as a blur anymore.

“You know you want some and that dickwad was
sure not giving you any.”

Jessica sighed. “No, he wasn't. Even if he
did, he was more interested in getting off than tending to me. I
don't think I ever orgasmed with him. Come to think of it, I don't
think I've had the big O with any man I dated before.”

“So you're fine with fucking for fuck's sake
then?”

Jessica shrugged. “Might as well enjoy myself
to pass the time before I settle down. I mean, I'll know what I
want when I find it and see it.”

“Well, this guy's great,” Jen assured. “I
know, because he's best buds with my man and they're into the
same... They have the same turn-ons.”

“Jen, is there something you're not telling
me?”

“Well, he's... Well, Frank told me he's
Asian. I mean, I've never seen you date Asian before.”

Jessica paused. “Other than the food and
business trips to Japan, I have no experience with Asian men. I
mean, I imagine they have the equipment to please.” An image of a
dinky man with a dinky dick came to mind. She grimaced. “Jen, are
you sure about this...this fuck buddy arrangement?”

“Well, the best way to find out is to go on a
double date,” Jen suggested. “I'll send you details tomorrow, once
I talk to Frank.”

“Okay, Jen. I'll try it. I'm up for
adventure.”

Jen smiled. “You don't know how much.”

“For some reason, I think there's still more
that you're not telling me.”

“You're right and I'm looking forward to you
finding out for yourself.” Jen smiled mysteriously and started the
car again. “Let's get you home before you need to call in lovesick
for work. I'd rather you call in sick from bedhead after our double
date.”

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An Tang, who also assists his father in the
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parents. The more he reveals his recreational life with Jessica the
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