9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Blue
I had really hoped that it was the alcohol talking the night of her birthday party.
But I know she hasn’t had nearly enough today for it to be doing the speaking.
My body feels as if it’s on pins and needles. I need to tread very carefully…
“Your father would cut off my nuts and string me up in the bull pasture if I laid a finger on you.” I try to give her my best charming smile as I create what little bubble of distance the cramped office allows.
Her arms pull out of her coveralls.
I hope that means she’s going to walk away so I can breathe.
Instead, she drops her palms on my thighs and leans over me, the fruity scent of her exhale makes my brain misfire.
All I can focus on is the pink triangle of her tongue poking out from her full lips.
“Maybe he doesn’t need to know? Like you said, we’re both adults.” Her hands are surprisingly strong as she pulls her thumbs higher towards my groin.
Fuck. I have to stop this.
Grabbing her wrists, I pin her fingers down.
“Why Miss Taylor, I do think you’re trying to seduce me.” I stare into the deep sea blue of her eyes, silently begging her to quit.
But secretly wanting her to keep pushing.
“I just want to have some fun. My dad trusts you, so does Char and her family. What if we just, I dunno, mess around? Then we go our separate ways once I figure out the dairy paperwork stuff.” Her mouth forms a strawberry tinted pout. “I promise. No feelings.”
That makes me snort. “There’s always feelings.
And they always get hurt.” I manage to work both of her hands off my legs and pull them together between us before I get serious.
“I don’t want that. I’m the luckiest man in the world right now, and probably the dumbest for saying ‘no’.
If you were anyone else but Clay’s daughter, we’d already be naked. ”
When the corners of her lips tighten, I know somehow, some way, I fucked up.
Her spine straightens and she stands over me. “You know what I think?” One fist goes on her hip. “I think you were all talk the other night about your abilities . I bet you’ve never gotten a woman off, and don’t want me to learn the truth.”
“Well, gosh. That’s just mean,” I chuckle.
Damn, I wish this chair had wheels. I’d be clear against the back wall.
Instead she wedges between my knees, and pulls one of the straps to her baggy denim overalls off her shoulder.
My lungs stop working when the other falls.
“Libby—” There has to be something caught in my throat because my words come out as a croak. “—what are you doing?”
She pushes the front of her bibs down, then tugs at the hem of her snug thermal top until she reveals her smooth belly.
And the tease of little pink panties.
I must have died and gone to hell. No where else could devise this kind of torture.
Look but don’t touch.
I repeat that over and—
Her fingers push under the edge.
Is she touching herself?
I’m gonna have a stroke with all the blood rushing to my crotch.
“I’m going to show you what it looks like, so you’ll know for future reference.” Her smile is wicked with mischief.
She’s the devil in disguise .
Her baggy outer layer hides the details, but her wrist begins to move in a rhythm I know too well.
A groan escapes me. I’m forced to readjust my swelling cock from the pinch of my Wranglers.
Her gaze follows my shift, making her grin grow.
She’s magnificent.
I’m tempted to knead myself to relieve some of the pressure building in my loins.
Instead, I’m frozen in wonder watching the bright flush work up her throat as she tilts her chin to the ceiling. Her messy braid falls from her shoulder, dangling like a rein on a wild horse pleading to be tamed.
Fuck, I can’t look away.
Her smile fades as she pulls her lower lip between her teeth, losing herself in rapid pants as her movements grow faster.
God damn, the ache in my nuts makes me want to launch myself at her.
Or get up and leave.
Maybe I should call her bluff?
“I know you’re just messing with me.” I don’t believe what I’m saying.
I can see she’s getting herself closer to the edge.
Her eyes startle open and she withdraws her hand, her fingers glistening when she holds them close.
I’m salivating to taste her .
“What, never seen it in real life?” Her taunting mouth turns up again before she dives back under her panties.
Her chest rises and falls so quickly it makes her breasts bounce under the tight fabric.
I can even see the buds of her nipples poking through.
“Blue…” She’s moaning my name?
My cock leaks in response making a dark spot form near my pocket where it’s trapped.
Stay there. Please don’t get out.
She’s a broken heart and a lost friendship waiting to happen.
But she’s pushing me close to leaping into the land of “don’t give a shit”.
I ain’t a relationship kinda guy.
Never have been.
Never wanted to be.
Yet at this moment, I’d trade her my freedom for the chance to put my tongue where her hand is and have her scream my name.
“Oh fuck, I’m so close.” Her breathy whine is like hot bourbon heating me up from the inside out.
I can’t take anymore.
“Turn around and sit on my lap,” I growl. The rumble in my chest surprises me with my own intensity.
Her lids flutter open before she twirls, framing my thighs between hers .
I guide her higher, so my stiff cock presses against her ass.
She needs to know what she’s doing to me.
Tracing her arm with my palm, I cover her fingers with mine, then press further until I find her firm clit.
With a gasp, she jolts when I touch her for the first time.
“Come, and then no more. Deal?” My lips brush the shell of her ear. I’m so damn tempted to take her delicate lobe between my teeth.
Or kiss the tender skin of her neck.
I let my fingertip circle once, hard and fast.
Her entire body shivers.
“Tell me.” I freeze, cupping her wet pussy.
She’s a virgin.
Somehow I resist the urge to push into her.
She can’t give me her first time. I’m not her Prince Charming.
“Deal.” Her promise is an exhale that catches when I flick her engorged clit.
I’ve trained my hands to fly over the guitar strings.
And I play her needy body like notes of my favorite songs.
Stroking and plucking until she trembles. Her nails dig into my forearms as her legs tighten around mine.
I can feel the muscles of her abdomen quivering.
She’s fighting it .
My other arm wraps around her ribs, firming her against my chest.
“That’s it, my little rebel. Give in.” I let my nose drift against her throat where her pulse races.
I’ll allow myself one tiny nibble of her corded neck.
A sample of the forbidden fruit.
Her hips buck when the first shudders ripple through her, then her heels dig into the floor and she arches against me.
This time her moan is wanton in its intensity before she collapses.
Her residual spasms ripple through me making me pant nearly as hard as she is.
I want so much more.
But I withdraw my fingers from her soaked pussy, and when I pull them out of her panties, it feels so…final.
She sits up without looking at me and pulls her straps up over her shoulders.
When she does stand and turn around, her red cheeks are pulled up in a grin. “That was pretty amazing for your first time.”
My brain is running on only a quarter of its normal blood flow, so it takes me a second. “What do you mean ‘ my first time’?”
I think she has our roles reversed.
Her giggle makes my nuts tingle. “Well, I did most of the work. But it feels nicer when someone else finishes. ”
“Wait, you still think I haven’t done that before?” My mouth drops as I try to wrap my head around that line of logic.
That glint of fire is back in her eyes. “Well, it’s not like you’ll have a chance to prove me wrong.” Her head tilts to the side as she readjusts her coveralls. “I mean, we have a deal.”
Fuck.
The temptation to bend her over and show her otherwise makes me grip the arms of this worn chair until my knuckles turn white.
“You’re right,” I grit.
And I hate it.