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her hard. The feeling of fullness increased with the swell of his cock.
 Oh, God, yesss ...
 He s not part of this bargain, sweet. He pulled out, then surged back into
her again and again. His fingers tangled into her hair, and he pulled her head
back.  It s you and me.
One last thrust had her going over the edge for a second orgasm. This time
he followed, and her scream blended with his, loud and animalistic through
the cold, night air. The steam of their breaths panted fast in a white mist.
Hot, scalding semen bathed her womb.
What have I done? She wanted to escape this ... thing that held her, but she
didn t have the energy.
He pulled out. The sensation of fullness evaporated, leaving her feeling ...
empty. Her eyelids grew heavy. Have to get away ... But all she could do
was curl up and close her eyes.
A large, calloused hand smoothed the hair from her forehead. Firm,
sensuous lips kissed her cheek. Muffled words filled her mind, and she
frowned, but couldn t wake.
Sweet, Natalie. Sleep now, and I ll make sure your wish becomes reality
tomorrow.
Chapter Four
Music reverberated around the crowded room. The table vibrated beneath
David s arms with the bass as he leaned on the scarred wooden top. Cradling
his beer, he watched the moisture trickle down the sides into a pool at the
base. A cheer rose from the crowd when the band completed the first set to
take a break. Loud conversation took the place of the rock music.
He glanced around, but didn t see anyone who would recognize him. That
was the beauty about sneaking over to New Orleans. No one knew him or
his family. He could do whatever he wanted, pick up anyone he wanted.
 Whatcha havin , hon?
David jumped at the waitress s question. His gaze traveled from her high-
heeled sandals over long bare legs topped with a miniscule black skirt. His
eyebrow rose with his smile.  Whatever you can give me.
She hesitated over her gum-chewing and studied him closer with narrowed
eyes.  Uh huh. How  bout another beer, then?
David felt his smile falter to be replaced by a frown. That line usually
worked. The waitress walked away toward the bar. He angled his head and
took a swallow of his beer. She had a nice ass with those legs, too. He could
imagine them wrapped around his waist and back.  Umm.
 You can say that again.
David turned toward the voice. A tall man in black stood beside his table.
His face lay hidden in the shadows of the dim room. Cigarette smoke curled
in lazy swirls around the outline of his body. The noise level droned into a
distant rumble as the man pulled out a chair and sat opposite him. The
smoke followed in a cloud to hover above the stranger s head.
David swallowed. A chill raced down his spine and settled in the base of
his abdomen.  W-Who are you? He fought to control the catch in his voice.
Unexplainable fear took hold in his mind. He shook his head and looked at
the number of beer bottles on the table.
 Oh, you re not drunk ... yet. The stranger s mouth quirked at one corner,
his eyes still shrouded by the dark. A lean, dark hand, tattooed with a
greenish-black pentagram, reached out and took the bottle from David s
hand. With slow precision, the bottle lifted to the cruel slash of the man s
mouth. Firm lips covered the rim of the bottle.
David watched in fascination, not able to look away. When the man s
tongue circled inside the neck, his balls clenched. A slow throb spread to his
cock and his anus quivered. He resisted the urge to adjust his jeans and
settled on pulling the neck of his T-shirt away from his collarbone. The heat
in the room rocketed ten more degrees.
David cleared his throat.  I asked who you were, mister.
The bottle came down, and the stranger leaned forward. The overhead
light cast jagged shadows across high cheekbones, giving the guy a haunted
appearance. Black hair fell past wide shoulders and feathered above black
eyebrows and eyes.
David sucked in a breath. Nico! But -- he looked closer -- not. This guy
looked like an older version of his friend. A black T-shirt stretched over a
muscled chest and firm abdomen. Intricate tattoos in some sort of Celtic
design circled each bicep. Dark and dangerous, just like his friend, but
more ... menacing.
 Like what you see?
David sat straighter, anger and excitement coursing through every vein.
 Look, you son-of-a--
 The name s Luke. A long finger reached out and traced a small pattern
over David s knuckle, cutting off his words.
His cock, rock-hard, strained against the restraint of his jeans. His breath
came in short, quick gasps through clenched teeth. David fought the reaction
without success.
 What ... do ... you ... want?
 The same thing you want.
David tried to pull his hand away from the questing finger. Every caress
sent tingles through his balls.
The man placed his palm flush to the back of David s hand and prevented
further movement.
Spirals of electricity raced over David s skin and up his arm. He gasped.
 Don t.
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