Big Bad Easy (8 page)

All that weighed down his mind when he saw Zara opening the door of the gym for him. He had so much he could do for the murder case that might help her be safer, but it was late. Not much could get done at this hour, and he wouldn’t leave her hanging another night. He’d allow himself to pleasure her. Somehow, he’d have Zara under him with his cock pumping into her pussy.

“Hey, hero of the night.” She kissed him on the lips and gave him a hug. “I can’t believe you didn’t call me.”

She must have heard from the other victims that they had arrested the man who stole from them. “The beat officer made the calls. He must have missed you. Sorry for that.” He had told him not to call her since the man who’d broken into her car hadn’t been arrested. That man might be the same, but he had no way of knowing, especially since the guy denied breaking into Zara’s car. He would keep it from her until he knew for sure. Maybe the DA and the man’s defense attorney could get the full truth out of him and all Jameson’s worries could be put to bed.

“It’s okay. The other ladies and I have become close, as you saw. I’m just so thrilled, and they are singing your praises.” She pulled him into the empty gym and snuggled up to his arm.

She was barely dressed, just a black jog bra with spaghetti straps and boy shorts. He’d not had a chance to look at her ass, but based on the length of the shorts in the front, her lower cheeks would be hanging out. His cock filled at the mere thought of her muscular ass in his hands. He’d dressed for wrestling, with a tight tank top over jogging shorts.

“You know, I can easily grab these.” She tugged at the hem of his shorts that flared out over his upper thigh.

“Hazard that I’ll take. I don’t wear those tight shorts. Not good for the boys.”

“And we want your boys to be happy.” She skipped in front of him to the back room, separated by netting that was covered with padding on the lower half.

As he suspected, rounded cheeks peeked from beneath the edge of her shorts. Wrestling with her would be sweet torture. He’d get to touch her legs, her arms, and who could blame him if he copped a feel of her breasts or her ass while they tussled. “What do we need to do to set up?”

“Nothing.” She backed into the room with its thick red tumbling mats on the floor and on the walls. “I got here early.”

He took in the beautiful sight before him, hands on her hips, legs spread wide, and cut shoulders above small, rounded breasts. He marveled at all the definition of her muscles. Her biceps bulged, and her thighs had long lines etched into them from where she’d done squats with heavy weights. She looked water lean, hungry, and ready to kick his butt. He might even let her.

With a flourish, she announced, “I made a ring, too.”

He followed her arm to where it pointed. On the mats were two circles, one inside the other, made with tape. “What are the rules?”

“We start in the small circle. Whoever shoves the other one out of the ring or holds them for a five count on their back wins that round.”

He prowled around the ring. She had the height to do well, but he easily outweighed her and had twice the muscle mass. He’d have to go easy. “How many rounds?”

“Three. I think that’s all you can last with you being a big man and all that.” She grinned. “Of course, you have to promise not to be a gentleman.” She kicked off her shoes and bent down to take off her socks. “Let’s go bare.”

He mimicked her actions and kicked his shoes to the side. “That’s going to be hard, not being a gentleman. I specialize in it.”

“Oh, really? You think that I can’t take you unless you go easy?” She stepped forward into the ring and crouched around the smaller inner circle. “C’mon, Jameson. Try.”

He loved her bravado. Nothing about her trembled. Lean, lovely, tough. He could skip this wrestling and go right to the foreplay, unless this happened to be her foreplay. His engines revved with the thought. “You might regret this.” He joined her and matched her crouch.

“I’ve come in to work with bruises before.”

“From fighting?”

“Yep.” They circled each other with hands out in front, ready to grapple when the first person moved.

“I’m no college boy.” He studied her stance, low and balanced. He’d need to go for her legs to get her out of the ring, but he’d let her win the first round. Feel her out, see how she attacked.

“I’ve taken on thugs on the street, too.”

“That’s dangerous. Some of them carry guns.”

“This one had a knife.” She lifted her torso enough to turn down the top of her shorts over her left hip. “Caught the bone before I disarmed him and had him face down on the pavement.”

“Woman, you should be a cop.”

“I’m no good at the thinking and investigating part, though.” She feinted left. He retreated a little and lowered his stance. She wouldn’t get him off balance that easily.

“I call bullshit on that one. You filled a folder with information.” She favored her left. He’d go for that side when she made her move.

She lunged forward, caught his upper chest, and barreled forward. As she lifted him and shoved him backward, her hand reached for his calf. He tried to flick his legs backward, and that was enough to send him sprawling across the outer ring. He landed with a grunt on his ass. She stood over him, and offered him a hand. “You didn’t even try.”

“I went about half.” He gave her his hand and thought of yanking her on top of him to kiss that smirk from her face. She clearly enjoyed her triumph. Instead, he hopped to standing, only relying on her a little. He popped her on the ass, much like athletes would do to each other on the field.

She answered by tagging him in the chest with the flat of her hand. He stumbled backward. The woman had some heft behind her blows. “That’ll teach you to smack me on the ass again. You only get to do that if you win, and for that you have to go full out. None of this half-assed effort.” She flicked her pony tail over her shoulder, wiped her hands on her shorts, and wiggled her finger at him.

He took up position again, intent on giving a bit more effort, enough that she’d have to grapple his arms this time. He’d go for her waist, slipping his thumbs underneath the band of her top. He could take her down just with sexual need.

“Only reason I made that folder was because some slackers hadn’t done anything.” This time she danced back and forth instead of prowling. She looked like a boxer, not a wrestler.

“Yeah, we’ve got some of those. Luckily, I’m not one of them.” He made the first move this time, not wanting to get into talking. He was done with that. Feeling, touching, bodies slamming. That was the language he wanted to speak.

He put his shoulder under hers and lifted. Her sweat slicked skin slid over his as she twisted and grabbed him from behind. One of her arms slipped under him and wrenched it behind his back. He yanked that arm forward and flipped her around so that she faced away from him. His hands gripped her waist, small, but striated with muscle.

She grunted as she bent forward, her hips pushing into his. His cock responded, filling instantly. He could settle himself between the globes of her ass, pushing his dick through her tight pink hole, but he’d want to be looking at her.

“Oh, hell no,” she yelled. Her leg kicked out, and he couldn’t stabilize himself. She lifted her body. His bulk flew upward. He landed on his back with an
oof
. She trussed his legs using her arms as a rope. He couldn’t move from his back. She counted to five through gritted teeth.

As she said five, she released him and sat on his chest. “You aren’t trying hard enough.”

“You distract me.” He lifted his hips, showing her his lessening erection. He’d been rock hard before she dropped him on his back. He would be again as soon as he got a chance to touch her waist again.

“Men. So easy to overcome.” She trailed her fingers over his cock. It jumped at her touch. “Technically, I win, which means that I get the first orgasm tonight.”

“Hey,” he rolled to his side, dumping her on the mat, “you didn’t tell me the prize. That would have spurred me on.” He spread his hand over her thigh where it draped over his side. “We’ve got to go five rounds to give me a chance to win.”

She straddled him and pinned his arms over his head. “No way. Me first. I won fairly, and I didn’t try to grab this tempting little man down here.” She slid her crotch over the hardening bulge in his shorts.

He groaned as need spread across his groin and tugged at the muscles of his abdomen. He could easily lower his shorts, tug hers downward and plunge into her. “I want to have you right here, but that hardly seems fair with me getting all the action last night.”

“True.” She leaned down, licked the lobe of his ear, and whispered, “I’m already wet.”

He growled as her tongue and teeth toyed with his ear and the sensitive flesh beneath it. “You like to be in control, huh?”

“Not necessarily. I can be easy.”

He owed it to this goddess of a woman to take it slowly, but she was making it difficult. Not only was she biting and licking beneath his ear, but her hips rocked along his full cock. With much more of that, he’d lose all control. He had to slow her down and take her on his terms. “Shower? I can rub all the sweat off of you, slowly, with lots of soap.”

“Oh my gods, yes.” She released his arms and stood. “Come this way.” She led him to a large door, wide enough for a wheelchair to enter.

He caught up to her and took her ass in his hands. “Whatever you do to get babies like this, keep doing it.”

“You like it from behind?”

He pulled her to him and took her face in his hands. “Not with you. I want to look at you, see the lust in your eyes.”

“Jameson Kelly, you might be perfect for me.” She opened the door, flipped on the light, and dragged him to the shower. A twist of the handles brought the steam of hot water flowing from the wide shower head. She put her hands on the base of her bra.

“Wait. Let me.”

She smiled and let her arms relax at her sides. “Be my guest.”

“Remember, it’s all about your pleasure tonight. You come first.” He lifted her top over her head and bent to take a nipple into his mouth. She gasped. It tightened in his mouth, and the taste of her sweat spread across his tongue as he licked it. He palmed her other breast and kneaded as he tugged at her nipple with his teeth.

“I thought you were going to get me clean.”

“Have to see just how dirty you are.”

“Take off my shorts and you’ll see.”

He wasted no time in doing that. He tugged them all the way down to her ankles. A grin covered his face as a thatch of dark blonde hair greeted him. He bent forward to bury his face in her fragrant pussy, but she backed away from him into the shower.

She wagged a finger at him as water rushed over her shoulders and dripped from her upturned nipples. “I want the full experience. No quickies. No running away.” She held a bottle of body wash out to him.

His shirt hit the floor, and his shorts got caught on his full-masted cock as he pushed them down his hips. In two steps, he was beside her, taking the bottle from her hand. “No running away.” With a squeeze, he dribbled soap onto her breasts. She closed her eyes when he rubbed the liquid into a lather.

Oh, yes. Finally.
Zara sighed with relief as Jameson’s big hands massaged her breasts. The roughness of his palms and the slickness of the soap mingled along her skin, bringing shocks of pleasure through her chest. A pinch of her nipple let loose a gush of fluid from her pussy. His fingers seemed to be everywhere, kneading her tender breasts, lifting them upward, tugging on her nipples. She moaned. He growled and pulled her to him.

Water sprayed on them from above as his soapy hands dipped down her back to massage her ass. When she didn’t think her pussy could be any wetter, he slid a finger between her globes and pulsed it over her tight rear opening. She gulped and grabbed his back. If he kept doing that she’d come just like this. She nearly begged for him to plunge his finger into her ass, but he moved his hand. With firm hands, he turned her so that her back pressed against his chest instead of her breasts. Letting him take the lead, she relaxed, waiting for his next move.

His hands, slicked with soap, reached around and slid down her front again. He caressed her breasts for a brief moment. She sighed and arched her back to reach behind her. She wanted to feel his cock against her ass. When she pulled his hips forward, he grunted and settled his cock into her cleft. She couldn’t believe that she wanted him to fuck her ass, but she did. It hadn’t ever been her thing. She’d let Jameson do anything to her.

The tip of his cock brushed past her tight opening. She pushed her hips backward in a silent beg. His hands left her breasts to squeeze his cock between the globes of her ass, not into her tight hole. She loved the sensation, but the need to have his cock in her dominated her thoughts.

She breathed loudly more than she spoke the words. “In my bag, I have condoms.” How she longed for him to push into her waiting depths, to feel the stretching, the friction. She didn’t care about an orgasm. She wanted his cock in her ass.

He kissed and nipped at her neck as he pulsed his cock between her ass cheeks. “Maybe later, love. I want to hear you come first.”

“Keep doing that,” she shifted her hips, searching for the tip of his cock, “and I’ll come with you inside me.”

He took her hips in his hands and adjusted her so that his cock tickled the globes of her ass. The sweet torture made her mouth water as the pulsating water glided over her. Soap bubbles pooled at her feet.

With a chuckle, he held her under the water. “You have to wait. The directions say to wash, rinse, repeat.”

“You can rinse.” She pulled from his grasp and twisted. She grabbed his cock and narrowed her eyes at him. “But you cannot repeat.”

“Looks like we’re in for another wrestling match.” He squirted a stream of body wash onto her breasts and belly. As she tried to rinse it under the water, he grabbed her by the waist and smashed their chests together. Gyrating his torso against hers, he spread the soap between them. “Now you have to get me clean.”

“Sneaky.” She laughed, not minding that she’d have to touch the hard muscles under his slick skin. “You’re supposed to let me know the rules before we start. Otherwise, it’s cheating.”