Sweet Insanity

Marilyn Lee Unleashed Presents

Sweet Insanity

© 2013 Marilyn Lee

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Chapter One

“You look like a man in need of a dance partner.”

Seated alone in a booth at the back of a pick-up bar, Carter Dean put down his untouched drink. Glancing up he found himself looking into the confident gaze of an average looking woman with lovely brown skin, intriguing eyes, and a warm, inviting smile that immediately flooded his mind with thoughts of a long night of unbridled sex.

He suddenly knew why he’d rebuffed all other attempts to pick him up that night by other women.

The unexpected desire caught him unaware. She definitely was not his usual type. He liked his women considerably thinner with a peaches and cream complexion and preferably blue or green eyes. And lately, a little younger than the woman in front of him. Of course his latest foray into younger women had been anything but successful.

But there would be time to reassess his romantic choices later. As he looked at the woman standing near his booth, he decided the evening’s prospects had brightened considerably.

Realizing he was alternately staring at her breasts and her lips, he centered his gaze on her eyes. Damn. Both blue and green eyes were overrated. A man could happily lose himself in the warm, deep, dark depths of her eyes.

An anxious look settled into her gaze and she moistened her lips.

Stop staring, get a grip, and answer her question, Dean before she decides to move on to greener pastures.
He blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I said you look like a man in need of a dance partner.”

He found her slightly husky voice sexy. She appeared to be in her early thirties. That was ten years his junior and more importantly it was old enough for her to know that strange men in such bars had one thing on their minds – and it wasn’t dancing.

At forty– three he had long since tired of one night–stands. But Jill had stood him up for the last damned time while she went fucking another man. He hadn’t actually caught her in the act, but he knew she was cheating. Of course he had only his own ego to blame. What man in his right mind imagined a woman seventeen years his junior wouldn’t find an excuse to spend time with men closer to her own age under the “guise” of friendship? Well the little bitch had stood him up once too often while entertaining a “friend” on his damned dime.

“How very perceptive of you,” he said. “Do you have anyone in mind?”

He noted a spark in her dark gaze before she spoke. “Actually, I’m available and longing for a dance myself. Will I do?”

Normally, she definitely would not have done for a slow dance partner. But he was lonely, angry and horny. He and Jill hadn’t had sex for weeks since he wasn’t interested in sleeping with a woman who was hopping into bed with another man. Besides, for some reason, she definitely would do – at least for the night. Why? There was something about her he liked on sight and because a woman who seemed to find him attractive enough to pick him up was just what the ego doctor ordered. Provided, of course, she knew the rules of the game and was prepared to abide by them.

“That depends,” he said.

“On what?”

Although he had never spent the night with a full figured woman, he suddenly decided it might be interesting to undress her and discover what treasures lay beneath the dark red dress that clung so enticingly to her body. He rose and motioned to the seat opposite his. “Join me and we’ll discuss it,” he invited.

After a slight hesitation she slipped into the booth facing him. “What does it depend on?” she asked

He resumed his seat. “On whether or not you’re in the mood to cheer me up.”
And to have a little fun without any unrealistic expectations.

“Oh.”

He paused, uncertain how to interpret her
oh
. Was she annoyed, excited, uncertain, or just indifferent? “Are you?”

She moistened her lips.

Watching the tip of her tongue glide across her mouth aroused him. Damn. He was horny. Everything about her seemed to invoke thoughts of sex. Dragging his gaze from her lips he looked into her eyes. Noting the indecision in her gaze he resisted the urge to try to influence her decision.

One of the benefits of his Native American ancestry was being on the receiving end of the mystique many women held about Native American males. He’d rarely met a woman he couldn’t talk into bed with very little effort.

“That depends on what you mean by cheer you up,” she finally said.

While he was in no mood to play games, he saw no need to be crude. His mother had always taught him to treat every woman as much like a lady as possible. He shrugged and locked his gaze on hers. “Given our surroundings, you can assume it means just what you think it does.”

He watched her sink her teeth into her lip. The sudden urge he felt to lean over and kiss her full, lush looking lips proved difficult to resist. He shifted his gaze to her breasts. Thoughts of touching and kissing the large mounds excited his already aroused passions, but he waited for her response in silence.

“I was looking for a dance partner,” she said.

The hell she was. Women did not come there in search of a dance partner, or even for an innocent drink. With its dim lighting, suggestive music, erotic grinding masquerading as dancing, and available discount to the adjacent motel, this was the kind of place a woman on the prowl came to in order to secure a partner for a night of wanton sex. If that’s what she wanted and needed, he was definitely her man. And for the night at least—he wanted her to be his woman.

But perhaps she needed the pretense of romance before she slept with a stranger. Although she certainly looked old enough to know how to play the game, he decided it wouldn’t hurt to give her what she wanted in the hope that she’d give him what he needed that night—sex with no strings attached.

He smiled and rose. “You’ve found one.” He extended his hand.

She looked up at him, her full lips parted slightly.

More damned second thoughts? Why the hell had she come to Eve’s Garden if she wasn’t sure she wanted a one-night stand? He was in no mood to hold her hand while she decided if she had on her big girl thong or not. He glanced around the bar. If she weren’t interested, there were other women there who were.

Unfortunately, she was definitely the one with whom he wanted to spend the night. Nevertheless, he would not press her or try to coerce her in anyway. Turning his attention back to her, he arched a brow. “Ladies’ choice.”
Please make the right one. Spend the night with me and let me discover all the joys of caressing every dark inch of your body.

After another moment of indecision she finally rose and extended her hand.

Yes!
Relieved, he took her soft, warm hand in his. He felt an immediate and cock hardening rush of desire. Fuck! He wanted to bed her. But for the moment the road leading to her bed would start with what he was sure would be the sweetest dance he’d enjoyed in years. “My name is Carter.”

“Mine is Kira.”

Pretty name. Totally intriguing woman. “Have you eaten, Kira?”

She shook her head.

“Would you like to eat here or should we go somewhere else?”

“I’m not really hungry.”

Neither was he—at least not for food. She was having a surprising effect on him. He was getting hornier by the second. “Are you sure?”

She nodded.

Good. The less time they wasted on drinks and food the more time they could spend in bed fucking the night away. Not that he could admit that. He’d have to go through the motions. “Would you like a drink?”

“Thanks, but I exceeded my limit gathering the nerve to come over here.”

“Then let’s dance.”
Slow and close together…Cock to pussy and then cock sliding into pussy—over and over.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Smiling, he led her onto the dimly lit dance floor. When she turned into his arms and he felt her soft padded curves pressed against his body, he was suddenly glad that Jill stood him up. Otherwise he wouldn’t have met this fascinating woman.

Barely resisting the urge to place both palms on her big ass, he took her hand in his. As he slowly guided her around the dance floor, he wondered how many dances he’d have to suffer through before he could spend the night fucking her. Despite her reason for being in a pickup bar, he decided she wasn’t the kind of woman he wanted to treat as if she were easy.

* * *

Locked in the embrace of the hard-bodied stranger she’d spent an hour watching rebuff the advances of other women before she got up the nerve to approach him, Kira Harden struggled to keep her heart beating with its normal rhythm and to keep second thoughts at bay. The fact that he had not sent her packing as he’d done the other women had to count for something.

But her present position left her skittish. After six lonely, miserable months spent hoping her ex-lover would realize that leaving her had been a big mistake, she knew she needed to do something to regain her confidence and to start dating again.

She had finally allowed her best friend Mark, to convince her it was time to do something totally out of character; something she’d fantasized about but never expected to actually do—allowing herself to be picked up by a stranger for a night of meaningless sex.

“Trust me, a one-night stand is the ideal pick me up,” he’d said.

She arched a brow and shook her head as she stared at him. “Sure it is—for a man who thinks with his cock.”

“Oh, come on, Kira. Don’t pretend that women don’t sometimes think with their pussies,” he countered, an amused look on his handsome face.

She couldn’t argue with the truthfulness of that statement since she’d thought of little else for several weeks besides how much she missed feeling a hard cock sliding into her body.

She grimaced in response.

He smiled. “And as luck would have it, I know just the place where you can do it in relative safety.”

“Let me think about it.” Despite her commonsense that urged her to say no, she couldn’t deny a secret excitement at the thought.

“Okay, but don’t think I’m going to let the subject die without convincing you,” he said.

After a few days of weighing the pros and cons, with Mark’s encouragement she had arrived prepared to fall into bed with the first man who showed a sexual interest in her that night.