Chapter 21

It looked like Mike was having a fun time with the table of bonus-women, especially after sour Mellie and her arm-candy took a hike. Joe smiled over at him occasionally, and giddily found that his eyes were always on her.

Joe continued to do her rounds, this time joyfully squeeze-free from her boss's hands, and the balance of the night went quickly.

As the final minutes before closing approached, Joe couldn't help that her libido ramped up with every tick of the clock, because… Mike was going to follow her back to her pathetic little room—which would seem like the magic kingdom once she got him naked—where they'd have carnal knowledge of each other's bodies.

Finally.

Glancing over at Mike, she could see his foot bouncing up and down as he finished his sixth or seventh glass of water, and Joe giggled. It was either excitement over what was to come, or the need to pee that had him so jazzed.

When Wendel finally called out for closing time, Mike and the women all stood. The ladies bestowed hugs on Mike, trying to outdo one another with their squeezes while he laughed heartily at their over-the-top antics.

As Joe shook her head in amusement, and brought empties behind the bar to stack in the dishwasher, Wendel grunted. "Tell your boyfriend he can stay until you're finished."

Wow.Just wow. The bartender surprised her. Who knew he had it in him to be magnanimous in the face of defeat? Then again, he was just the kind of rough-around-the-edges dude who probably appreciated a real man who could stand up to him. Joe guessed it was a good thing he wasn't going to find out she could also best him. She might have had to kiss her job goodbye.

"Thanks, Wendel," Joe answered with a smile. She wouldn't hold a grudge. If he were going to bend, so would she.

She waved at the fun ladies who were leaving, and told Mike he was allowed to wait inside, to which he gave Wendel a chin lift.

Silent man-talk, she snickered to herself. It was kind of cool.

Twenty minutes later,Joelle bussed and scrubbed down the last of the tables then grabbed her small purse from behind the counter. "See you tomorrow night, Wendel," she intoned as she turned to go.

The man simply grunted, but Joe would take it since there was no accompanying come-on.

"Are you tired?" Mike asked her as he placed a hand on the small of her back and walked her out the door.

Joelle raised a brow. "What? Trying to ditch me, Mikey?" she asked with a smirk.

"No more of that Mikey shit," he growled, "or I'll make you pay."

"Mmm. That could be delicious," she challenged, ready for anything the man could deliver. "And to answer your question, no, I'm not tired at all." Indeed, she was so wide awake with anticipation, it could have been high-noon under a blazing sun.

As they approached the last two remaining vehicles in the lot, Mike dug out his keys.

Joe held up a finger. "Wait. Let's check your truck just in case dumb and dumber decided to have some fun."

Mike grunted. "Good call. I wasn't thinking."

"Or you were thinking, about something else," Joelle taunted. "Me, too. But I can multi-task."

"Which bodes well for later," Mike teased right back.

Joe couldn't wait. But…to be honest, she needed to taste the man right now. And when had she ever hesitated if she wanted something badly enough?

When Mike dropped to his back to slide under his vehicle and have a look, Joe was quickly on her knees beside him. Her hands went to his belt, and?—

"Ouch!"

"What?" Her fingers stilled, and her eyes raised to take in the empty lot around them. "I don't see anything."

He chuffed. "I smacked my head on the undercarriage, thanks to Ms. Handsy." The grumble was accompanied by him taking her digits and removing them from his groin region.

Joe huffed. "Hey. I was just getting ready to?—"

"Yeah. I know what you were getting ready to do," he complained. "But Joe. I have to take a piss something fierce, so that's not going to work. I was going to wait until you drove off to find an available tree, but now you've got me in…a pickle."

Joe snickered. "You mean your pickle is hard, so peeing will be difficult."

"Bingo. Now behave, and head home. I'll meet you in a few minutes."

"There's no sabotage to your truck?" she asked, getting serious.

"Unless you count the indentation where I smacked my head? No."

Snorting, Joe came to her feet. "Okay. You win. I'll wait until we're back at my place to see what's what under that zipper. You know where my room is, right?" she asked.

"The old Jones Motel out on Route 2," he answered. "Apartment 3."

Yup.He'd done his homework as Joe had assumed.

"Great," she answered. "I'll be waiting. Don't take too long."

"Only as long as it takes to lose an erection and empty my bladder," he grumbled.

With a laugh, and a skip in her step she normally didn't have this time of night, Joe went to her car, started it up and headed to her home-base.

Fifteen minutes after arriving,purposely dressed only in a long T-shirt that barely covered her…assets, Joe was tapping her foot. Where the hell was Mike? Had he missed something that the duo had messed with under his truck? Had he been waylaid?

She was just about to grab her keys and go back to look for him when headlights swept the front of her unit.

Okay.She let out a pent-up breath. It was about time.

Joe pulled open the door and took one step outside, glowering at Mike as he got out of his truck.

"What took you so long?" she asked.

"Mason called," Mike informed her, looking her up and down with a little appreciation and a lot of lust in his gaze. "There's an incident in town—nothing major—but it took a while to convince him that my squad could handle it without me."

Joe's lips lost their "purse" and tipped up instead. "Good going," she praised. "Does that mean?—"

Mike approached so fast, Joe didn't have time to finish her sentence before his lips were on hers, his hand on her posterior as he walked her backward into her one room digs.

But who was she to argue his strong-arm tactics?

Hello. She was all in.

She returned his kiss with vigor.

When he paused to close the door behind them, Joe leaped up and wrapped her legs around Mike's waist, clinging to him like a horny monkey. That move had her shirt shifting just enough for his hand to come off the material, meeting bare skin.

He groaned.

"Yesss," she hissed, arching into his touch.

"No panties," Mike breathed as he nipped her ear and caressed her flesh.

"They were a little wet," she hummed. "And who needs ‘em?" She gasped as his hand slid slowly toward the lake that her lady parts had become.

"Well, hello," Mike breathed, encountering the flood. "Is this all for me?"

"It is," Joe managed. "And the tide's been rising for the past few hours. I was going to clean up, but then I thought it might come in handy."

Mike chuckled. "No additional lubrication needed," he ascertained with another swipe of his thumb through her drowned nether-lips.

"Nope," she agreed. "Not even for that big monster you're packing."

Mike paused. "I'm just warning you. That monster's been, uh, out of rotation for a while. Which might mean our first time is a little fast."

"Then let me finish what I wanted to start in the parking lot, and take the edge off," Joe told him, sliding her legs down over his hips until her feet hit the floor.

Before Mike could so much as make a peep, she had his buckle undone and his zipper down, working her hand into the top of his boxer-briefs to encounter…

Oh, yes. There is a God.

"Joe. I?—"

"Hush," she told him, intent now on dropping his jeans and lifting the spandex material over his impressive length. "This is right where I want to be."

Helping him step out of his shoes and pants took a little maneuvering, but once his lower body was bared to her, she'd never been more eager to give a man head. It was an intimate gesture that she hadn't denied the few hook-ups in her past, vis a vis, her lips. But she hadn't been panting and drooling over the thought of getting their crocks in her mouth.

With Mike, she was salivating so much, the resulting slide-and-glide was going to be epic.

Her first lick to his swollen head had Mike grunting. The slight suck she gave his tip elicited a moan, and when she engulfed him slowly, sinking all the way to his balls, he leaned back against the closed door, spread his legs, braced himself, and swore.

"Holy fuck, Joe."

That was all the encouragement she needed to double down, taking him deep again and again, using her tongue to play around the sensitive underside of his sweet cap and on every sweep upward.

And he tasted sooo fine.

Mike finally gave up all pretense of civility, and she almost lost her mind when he palmed the back of her head, wrapping his hand around her ponytail to forcibly guide her movements, tugging her roughly while she ate him up.

Joe couldn't help the moan that had her throat contracting around his stiffness, because when Mike took charge, he took charge. The added pressure she lent to his girth ramped up his libido, and the slight pain of the pull on her scalp along with the deep rumble emanating from his chest, made Joe tingle from the tips of her breasts down to her clitoris which was begging to be tweaked.

She couldn't help herself. The hand that wasn't engaged in the blowjob, lowered between her thighs to thrum against her little bud, herself.

Mike looked down, and…

Joe was yanked off him in a heartbeat.

"Wha…?"

"That's my job," Mike scolded in a guttural voice she'd only heard once before, at the quarries. He put his hands under her armpits and drew her from her knees, but didn't stop there. He threw her up and over his shoulder, smacking her bare behind with intent as he strode toward her bed.

Joe moaned her approval.

If he thought taking her hand away from her clit had deterred her pending orgasm, he was mistaken. His he-man tactics—along with that sharp sting to her derriere—had Joe's little bud throbbing overtime, like it had its own heartbeat.

Her back hit the mattress and Mike was on her in a blink, holding himself motionless a scant inch above her, but with his big body covering hers so completely, Joe felt small. Which was a rare thing for a woman who was five foot ten.

She bowed up into his chest and mewed at the material still between them. "Shirts off," she gasped as he pinched her nipple through the T.

Mike didn't argue. He reared up onto his haunches and shucked the shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor, then reached down and did the same to hers. His eyes practically shot fire as he gazed down at her complete nakedness, but Joe wasn't waiting to see what his next move would be. She took him in hand again, giving a defining tug and twist. "You have a condom?" she asked hopefully. Joe wasn't on the pill, and didn't want to take any chances. Mike was forty-two and already had two kids. If she found herself knocked up, he might not be pleased.

Mike grinned, pried her hand from its prize, and practically leapt off her, heading to where she'd peeled off his pants. He bent down, then stood up and unfurled a sleeve of six. "Will this do?" he asked cheekily.

"Maybe," she returned with equal sass. "At least for the first couple hours. Now roll one on and get back here. Unless you need me to do it for you?" She reached her hands out in his direction, her eyes on the impressive stallion jutting out from between his legs.

"Nope," he said, ripping into a packet with his teeth as he stalked closer. "You touch me again and I'm a goner." He threw the balance of their protection on the bedside table before he wrapped up, then came down over her again. "Now where were we?"

"You were about to make my night," Joe replied, planting her heels on the mattress, and thrusting her hips upward to take him.

"Hell, yes," Mike hissed, notching himself at her entrance.

Joe moved again, and Mike slipped in an inch, she was so wet.

Yes!Even though it had been a while for her, she was primed. She opened up willingly as if her vajayjay was Ali-Baba's cave and Mike's penis was the magic word.

They both groaned, then in one thrust, Mike slid in all the way, causing Joe to gasp.

"You okay?" he asked in a voice so rough, she wondered that he'd been able to get the words out.

"More than okay," she assured him, equally gruff. "You feel so darned good." In her heightened state, she was unable to produce a word as colorful as her norm. She thrust her hips up again. "More."

Clearly, she didn't need to ask twice. Mike began working her like a champ, gliding in and out, changing up speeds, fingering her swollen clit while dragging his penis across her g-spot. He knew all the moves, and used every single one of them.

The man was blowing her mind, and she was enjoying every minute of it. So much so that, perversely, she denied the orgasm that tempted several times, in order to keep the exquisite feelings coming.

"I'm close," Mike warned her, clearly letting her know if she wanted to join him, it had to be soon.

She really didn't want it to end, but Mike must have known she was holding off, because he decided not to leave her climax to chance. He lowered his head to her nipple and sucked it into his mouth, hard, while at the same time pinching her nether-nub.

"Yes!" she screamed. "Mike!" Waves of ecstasy began engulfing her body, rocketing her quickly toward another realm; one where only she, Mike, his hands, his mouth, and his glorious shaft existed.

Countdown…three, two, one…

There was ignition.

Joe braced herself for liftoff, and…

Explosions shook both of them.

Together.

"Goddamned, mother-fucking hell!!!" Joe spouted in a wail, not giving two craps she'd just broken a near-decade of curse-less existence.

Because shit, damn, and halleluiah, it was the best orgasm of her goddamned life.