Exton

Okay, that was different. I seem to be saying that a lot lately....

Before I can recover from that, Patti's back at my table. "Wanna come up?"

Now, explain to me, if you can, how we were together during the whole of the battle and I never really saw her. At least I didn't see her like I'm seeing her now. She looks like a madcap cross between a naughty schoolgirl and Harley Quinn, with legs that just go on forever, a skirt that's decent by maybe an inch, fishnets, and her shirt, unbuttoned and knotted under her breasts. How could I have been so close to her and not seen her?

Jack Stone, Blind Man in Training.

Well, I see her now, and I like what I see, and if I don't stand up soon and accept her offer, standing up is going to become a bit of a problem. Though after Jeb and Acasha, I don't suppose I should worry too much....

I stand.

"Lead the way." I sound more casual than I actually feel, like scantily-clad hotties routinely ask me up to their rooms.

Yeah. I wish.

She takes me at my word, and I follow the twitch of her rear all the way up the stairs and into her room. Once there, she locks the door and pushes me against it and leans her whole body into mine.

Whoa! This is Patti?

My arms go around her on autopilot, but there's nothing automatic about the kiss. Her lips are soft and yielding and she kisses with her entire body grinding sweetly into mine. One of my hands goes down to cup her ass, the other the back of her head, and our lips lock. Her tongue comes out, teasing around mine, active as a squirrel, and the press of her body into mine never slackens, not even after it has its predictable result.

I move my lips to her neck and she shivers all the way down to her toes.By now it's obvious that there's nothing under the top but Patti, her nipples scorching hot through the thin shirt.

She comes up panting, tugging at the tail of my t-shirt. "I think we should get this out of the way, don't you?" I don't bother answering, I just lift my arms to assist her in getting the damn thing off; it was beginning to feel like a straitjacket, anyway.

"Mmmmm." She runs her nails over my chest, making me hot below the waist. She moves in for another kiss, but i stop her. "Hey - fair's fair, don't you think?" She gives me a wicked little grin and twists away. She makes a production out of untying the big knot, then she pulls her shirt apart.

Whoa. Who'da thunk it.

Her breasts are just a bit above average, with sweet pink little nipples. She moves back in and I cup one and squeeze, my mouth seeking hers hungrily. She presses into my palm, filling it while her tongue does tricks inside my mouth.

Maybe she should have been a dancer, for her hips are doing things I never saw outside of a stage - and mostly not done as well. My pants are in danger of an imminent explosion - good, but not good. I'm not as casual about casual nudity as Jeb, and I didn't bring any spare pants.

Those pile-driving hips still in motion, Patti reaches down to grab my belt, unfastens it deftly, probably more deftly than I could. Her next-to-nothing skirt has rucked up around her hips, showing her black thong. Somehow I don't think this bothers her; she unsnaps and unzips my jeans in one fluid motion, tugs them to my knees. My boxers follow a second later and she wraps her fingers around her prize.

"Mmmmmm," she purrs. "That's what I want."

And I repeat: this is Patti?

Okay, the lady must be double- or triple-jointed, because she comes back to her feet and gets rid of her skirt, and her thong, without once releasing my shaft.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you, Jack?" She smiles lasciviously. "I owe that lady downstairs for showing me how to get your attention." She giggles throatily. "Who knows? Payback comes in all kinds of ways...."

And then she throws me back onto the bed and proceeds to ravish me like I haven't been ravished in - well, never mind. You wouldn't believe me, anyway.