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  “Is that a nice way of saying it’s a strip club?”

  “It is.” He was getting aroused just by the idea of his sweet Rain watching other women take off their clothes and give lap dances.

  “Are women allowed to enter?”

  “This is the Big Easy, cher. Women are not only allowed, they are encouraged to do anything they want anywhere they want.”

  He saw a moment of hesitation cross her face, but her arousal still pulsated through the connection he’d established a moment before.

  “Did you have your heart set on listening to music tonight?”

  He tugged her hand and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her hard against him. “I want you so turned on by the time we get back to the apartment that I barely have to touch you to make you come the first time.”

  That hitch in her breath again and he was painfully hard. His cock demanded access, but he would endure it and enjoy the teasing for a while longer. He watched her throat bounce up and down as she swallowed hard. “Then you wouldn’t mind going in there with me?”

  “No. I don’t mind one bit.” He gripped her tighter, making sure she could feel how hot the idea made him.

  Her eyes widened. “Or did you just want to go home?”

  Jess chuckled at how quickly the feel of his hard cock had made her waver. God he loved that. As tempting as it was, he shook his head and led her across the street. A twenty-dollar cover charge for him got them in the door. Ladies could enter for free.

  In contrast to his uncle’s lively, cheerful restaurant, Randy’s was dim and the slow, undulating music gave the entire place a sultry feel. He kept his mind open to Rain. He knew she could feel it and she didn’t seem to mind in spite of the fact that back in Yellowstone she had clearly not wanted him in her head. He eased back the connection as the stage came into view and he felt her interest pique.

  She gripped his arm. “Stay.”

  That confirmed she could most definitely feel the link. She wasn’t telepathic, at least not with humans. Yet she’d known that he was connected to her and she wanted him to stay. He opened his mind wide to her and allowed her to experience how turned on he was just from the idea of coming in here with her.

  It was a high-end club with high-dollar people dressed to the nines on a Friday night. The two of them were in jeans, but the hostess didn’t seem to care as she led them over to a small table to the far right of the dance floor. Jess hadn’t even had to use his psi skills to arrange a better table.

  The long catwalk stage had two poles, one at each end. At the moment the poles were occupied by a pair of blondes wearing pink bras and G-strings. They must have been twins or at the very least sisters. They undulated in time with the slow beat of the music, which was not too loud. He guessed they were just the between-acts entertainment. Lovely to look at, but no real dance talent.

  The waitress had curly red hair. She had on a black leather skirt so short he could see the triangle of red panty as she approached the table. Her small breasts were covered only by a matching red bra. “I’m Sharon, there’s a one-drink minimum. What can I get you?”

  Rain gazed at the waitress from her exposed panties to her perky tits. “Bourbon neat, please.”

  Jess had to close his eyes for a second while the wave of Rain’s desire washed over him. He cleared his throat. “I’ll have the same.”

  If he wasn’t mistaken, Sharon found Rain just as attractive. Her eyes glazed over just a touch and she looked at him and blushed a bit. Maybe she liked them both. The idea of having Rain and the waitress at the same time was not nearly as erotic as the notion of watching Rain and Sharon together.

  Sharon turned and headed toward the bar. She looked back once.

  “I don’t know how long I can stay open to you, cher. The naughty things dancing around in your head might be too much for me.”

  “Do you want to have sex with Sharon?”

  “No. I want to have sex with you. Though I wouldn’t mind watching you and that pretty redhead rolling around in the sheets together. Have you ever been with a woman?”

  She nodded. If she’d slapped him across the face, he would have been less surprised. “I was living in LA. I didn’t really see what the big deal was.”

  “So it didn’t turn you on?” He tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice.

  She got that adorable look on her face as she cocked her head to one side and thought about what he asked. “I was aroused. I was also wasted. It was an interesting experience, but I never thought about repeating it.”

  “I get the impression you were turned on by Sharon and you might like to have sex with her.” His cock pressed harder against the stiff fly of his jeans.

  “I think I’m more interested in you watching than I am in Sharon. She’s attractive and clearly interested, but she would only be a plaything. I’m not sure I like the idea of that.”

  He wanted to say more. There was so much to say, to ask, but the music changed, grew louder. The matching blondes left the stage.

  The stage lights dimmed to nearly total darkness. Rain closed the distance between them on the banquet seat. Her leg pressed against his. It wasn’t a particularly forward or sexy amount of contact, but he felt her heat in every nerve. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her just a millimeter closer.

  A single spotlight illuminated the center of the catwalk. One perfectly shaped leg the color of creamed coffee appeared in the light. She was barefoot, unusual for a stripper. A shapely thigh followed and then a curved hip. That the rest of her was still in shadow had the audience’s rapt attention.

  Rain’s hand slid along his thigh and settled just above his knee. Somehow that light touch was erotic and the crotch of his jeans tightened a bit more.

  It was as if the entire club had stopped breathing. The spotlight widened to reveal the rest of a perfect body covered only in a leopard print thong and bra. She undulated her rounded hips in one smooth move that continued up to her full tits. Her body cascaded as if it was waves on the sea.

  It was a few moments before Jess looked up at her face and then he was a bit ashamed since she was one of the prettiest women he’d ever seen. Her black hair was cropped close to her skull and her high cheekbones and dark eyes were indicative of the mixed-race African Americans who came from New Orleans. She was, in a word, stunning. And the way her body moved had every person in the room, man or woman, completely mesmerized.

  Sex with a woman who could move that way would be remarkable. He was more turned on than he’d ever been in a strip club. His own desire to rub his shaft surprised him. Even as he had the thought, he realized it was Rain’s mind creating most of the eroticism. Still connected to her, he knew she was teetering between uncomfortable and stimulated. It was the prickliness of her emotions that made him turn away from the stage. Her eyes were riveted on the dancer. A bead of sweat glistened on her upper lip. She removed her hand from his leg and slid out of her jean jacket. Jess took the jacket and placed it on the bench beside him before sliding his arm back around her shoulders and lightly caressing the soft skin where her shoulder met her neck.

  She lifted her hand to his and pulled it around and down so that his fingers grazed the swell of her breast over the cotton shirt she wore. She squirmed and placed her hand high on his thigh.

  Between the combination of the music, the dancer and Rain’s obvious stimulation he didn’t know if he could take much more.

  The drinks arrived. Rain looked from Sharon back to the stage. She picked up the bourbon and drank it down in one gulp.

  He leaned in close to her so he could be heard over the undulating music. “Are you all right?”

  Her eyes met his. “I think we’d better go.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I think that dancer has some kind of psi ability and she’s having a very strong effect on me. If you don’t get me out of here soon, I’m going to fuck you right here. I won’t be able to stop myself.”

  Now his jean
s were really uncomfortable. He expanded his mind toward the stage. Could the stunning beauty dancing up there be a threat? As soon as he removed his focus from Rain, he sensed that whoever the dancer was, she definitely seduced the audience with some kind of psychic gift. Likely she didn’t even know she did it. Some people who had psi talent never knew it. Extremely good intuition or the ability to seduce anyone often had a basis in psychic abilities. In the case of this dancer, she sent out a signal of allure and everyone in the room was turned on, Rain most of all. That probably meant she was ultra-sensitive.

  Rain’s breathing became ragged and her hand slid up his thigh, cupping his crotch while she squirmed in the seat.

  “Jesus.” He tossed a couple of twenties on the table, grabbed her hand and her jacket and they practically ran from Randy’s.

  A light drizzle had started falling and it was a few degrees cooler than when they had entered. As soon as they were outside, Rain ran down the street. Jess followed but didn’t try to stop her. After three blocks they had gotten away from the crowds and the rain came down a bit harder. She leaned against the brick storefront of a souvenir shop that was closed for the night.

  Jess stood in front of her, watching her chest rise and fall as she tried to catch her breath. Her body quivered. He stepped forward and wrapped the jean jacket round her shoulders.

  “Why didn’t you tell me you were so sensitive?”

  She shrugged. “It’s why I don’t like to have people in my head. I’m a blocker. Most of the time I keep anyone close from using psi, but I loved the feel of your arousal when we walked in the club. Plus Joshua told me I shouldn’t block other Psi Alliance agents. It never occurred to me that there could be a problem.”

  He put one hand on the wall on either side of her head. “The dancer probably has no idea she’s giving off a seductive vibe. Well, she knows she can seduce an audience, but she doesn’t know it’s psi.”

  “I’ve never wanted to have sex in public. I didn’t even care that there were people there. If we had stayed I would have ripped both of our clothes off.”

  He knew she was scared, but he couldn’t help being aroused by the idea. The drizzle turned to a light shower. “Let’s get a taxi and call it a night. You can rip my clothes off in private.”

  “It’s not far. Can’t we walk? I could use the fresh air.”

  “It’s raining.”

  “Just a little.”

  “This is Louisiana, cher. A little drizzle can turn into a downpour in no time.”

  “I still want to walk.”

  He looked up at the starless sky and took her hand while they made their way toward his apartment. It was only a mile, but as predicted the rain strengthened and by the time they arrived they were soaked through.

  Chapter Seven

  The rain had only a minimal effect on her state of arousal. She’d never felt anything remotely similar to what she’d experienced in the gentleman’s club. It had been frightening to realize she would have not only fucked Jess in the middle of the club, she would have fucked the waitress, the dancer, the two men sitting at the next table. Her body had pulsed with need and it had taken every ounce of her strength to not lose control.

  Yas whined when they entered, but after only a few seconds walked away. The dog had good intuition. From the corner of her eye she saw him curl up on the rug in Jess’ sparse living room.

  Jess hadn’t even gotten the front door of his apartment closed before she pushed him against the wall, tearing at his clothes. Her pussy ached for release. Her desire had expanded to the point of pain. “I need you.”

  He must have understood her problem or maybe it was the connection they still shared. His tongue swirled around hers while his fingers deftly popped the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down. He had to push her back slightly to strip the sopping denim down her legs as she stepped out of her shoes, dropped her sodden jacket on the floor and pulled her shirt over her head.

  She moaned as the air-conditioned air titillated her sensitive skin.

  Jess turned her around and pulled her hips back several feet from the wall. She leaned forward, bracing her flat palms on the smooth surface, wishing he’d hurry. Dripping hair stuck to her cheek, but her focus was on the man behind her and the space between her legs. She heard the zip of metal teeth, the tear of foil and an instant later he slammed inside her.

  “Yes.” Her hands and cheek rested against the hard surface of the wall while Jess pounded into her pussy. The rough, wet fabric of his jeans slapping her ass and thighs with every thrust added to her escalating desire.

  His hands gripped her hips. One reached around and found her clit, rubbing the distended bud. Her body convulsed and she screamed as her pussy gripped his cock again and again. He stilled and leaned over holding her against his cold wet tee-shirt while wave after wave of pent-up orgasm washed over her.

  Every inch of her body was alive with want. It would never be enough and the idea was terrifying.

  “Shhh.” Jess slid out and lifted her. She quaked in his arms as he carried her through the apartment. “You’re all right.”

  The clasp of her bra gave under one smooth move of his fingers. He placed her in the center of the mattress. The king-size bed dominated the relatively small room. He’d turned on the bedside lamp and she watched as he stripped out of his wet clothes. His broad shoulders tapered perfectly to slim hips and ripped abs. A light smattering of golden hair swirled around his pectorals and made a trail down to the place that interested her most at the moment.

  Rain helped people. She’d spent the past few years ignoring her own needs and focusing on redeeming herself for her youthful transgressions. The fact that her desire currently usurped everything else washed her with guilt.

  Still, she had no control. Her need was beyond mere sexual desire. If she didn’t find satiation, she didn’t know if she could survive. She cringed with the realization.

  His skin was still damp when he stretched out alongside her and pushed her hair out of her face. Rain shook her head, willing away the burning desire to grab his hard cock and ram herself on top of it. Her muscles quaked and her breathing remained fragmented. “I’m sorry… This is… I can’t wait.”

  She pushed him onto his back, straddled him and impaled herself on his shaft. Her pussy clamped around him. She wanted to go slow, but another orgasm built and she couldn’t control her body’s need to come. She was out of control, screaming and grunting, more animal than woman.

  Jess gripped her hips and set a rhythm. When she steadied and slid up and down, taking him deep and rising again and again, he tugged on her nipple hard. The sharp pain added to her pleasure.

  Rain rocked forward and back, changing the friction. She lowered her upper body and supported herself with her hands on either side of his head while Jess rocked his hips and continued to give her what she craved.

  Those blue eyes stared up at her. “It’s okay, cher. Come for me. Take what you need.”

  His words sent her over the edge again. He pulled her down, held her and kissed her as the orgasmic crescendo rose. Where she had been wet from the rain, now she was damp with perspiration. She collapsed on top of him, his cock still hard and tucked deep inside her.

  “I’m sorry,” she said after a long silence.

  He pulled out and rolled her over onto her back. “You don’t need to apologize. You should have told me you were ultra-sensitive.”

  “I always shield myself. I usually block psi people when they are too close. It never occurred to me that the club could be a problem.”

  Her wet hair stuck to her cheek. He carefully brushed it back and tucked it behind her ear. “I assume this has never happened to you before. Do you want to tell me about it?”

  There was something in his voice. She couldn’t quite place it.

  “If you’re asking me if I’ve ever been so driven by a sexual urge I would have fucked a stranger in a bar, no, that’s never happened to me before. It took everything I had not
to publicly humiliate myself tonight. It scared the hell out of me. Even now, I want you again.”

  “Not the stranger in the bar, just me?”

  “Are you angry?”

  “No. I should have protected you. I knew you were sensitive I just didn’t know to what extreme. You did great. It must have been torture to restrain yourself. The dancer has a strong effect on everyone. That’s how she commands her audience. I’ll bet she makes a fortune every time she takes the stage.” He rolled away from her and sat on the edge of the bed, removed the condom and dropped it in the wastebasket.

  She put her hand out to touch his back but pulled away at the last moment. It had been a long time since she hated herself quite so much. “I don’t blame you for being disgusted.”

  He turned back and in an instant his body covered hers. “I’m not disgusted. Nothing about you could ever disgust me. You’re beautiful and sensual. I’m honored that you chose me to relieve your torment. Even though I said I would like to see you with Sharon, I think I might be jealous if you’d chosen one of them over me, cher.”

  Her hands were trapped between his body and hers. His cock, still rock-hard since he had not yet come, was pressed against her pelvis. “I was out of control.”

  “No. You felt out of control. You never lost it until you were in a safe place.”

  “I could have lost it. I could have fucked every person in that club and wanted more. I didn’t even recognize myself.” She closed her eyes, expecting to see his revulsion surface and knowing she deserved it. Still, her pussy pulsed.

  “That’s not the way I see it. That’s not what I took from the night. Tonight you showed me that you trust me.”

  She managed to pull one hand out and touched the damp hair that had fallen over her forehead. “I do trust you, Jessé.”

  He grinned and rocked his hips forward. “Mmm. That sounds nice coming from you. If you’re still interested, maybe we could go a bit slower this time.”

  “I think that might be possible now and yes I am most definitely still interested.” Her cheeks heated, embarrassed that she was just as aroused as she had been when they first entered the apartment. Though she was more herself and less feral.