Chapter 13 #2
“Well, I don’t know. Maybe you can go to Victor or Driggs. Or Idaho Falls or something.”
“You want me to drive an hour and a half one way to get my needs met? Well, which is it, Fee? Yesterday, you said you wanted me to spend time with the boy. Now, it’s okay if I spend three hours on the road to get my daily needs met?
And that’s just commuting time. How long can I stay with my ‘friend’?
Do I have time for a second round?” He grabbed his genitals and gave them a shake.
“I’m pretty quick to reload. And it might make sense to get as much out of my system as I can with each session. ”
“Oh, cut it out. You can make fun of me all you want, but you know you’re going to need…”
“To fuck some bitches?”
“Okay, forget it.” She laughed. “I’m sorry for bringing it up. I feel awful for forcing you into this situation, and I’m nervous about how it’s going to work out.” She tried to open the door, but he held it firmly. “Can we just drop it?”
“Fee, I don’t plan on embarrassing you, and I can go six weeks without getting laid.”
“Okay, but I don’t think a day went by in high school that you didn’t have a girl grinding on you.”
“Well, I’m thirty now. Maybe I don’t need a daily grind.”
“Please. You reek of testosterone. Your pheromones are practically radioactive. I can’t imagine much has changed.”
“You know, you’re the one who keeps talking about it. Maybe the problem isn’t me. Maybe you’re the one who needs a daily grind.”
“No, trust me. I’m fine.”
“I see. I’m getting the picture now. You just got out of a relationship where you got it on the regular, and now, you’re gonna be wanting to get some. Tell you what, since we’re living under the same roof, how about I give you permission to grab me every now and then.”
“Grab you?”
“Sure, when we pass each other in the hallway, and you’re jonesin’ for some action. You turn around…” His finger made a circling motion, and he popped his butt out and did a slow twerk. “And grind on my dick.”
She burst out laughing at how ridiculous he looked. “You win. Conversation dropped. You can just drag a woman into the bathroom at Wild Billy’s and bang her brains out.”
“Huh. That’s a very specific scenario. So specific it makes me think it might be your fantasy.
” He backed her against the door. Lifting a lock of hair off her shoulder, he twirled it around a finger.
When she sucked in a breath, his eyes went hot.
“Oh, yeah. You’re definitely the one with needs to be met. ”
Her heart pounded, and her panties got wet. “Trust me, I have no interest in having sex in a bar.”
“In case the police come in and arrest you?”
“It’s public indecency. You could get arrested for something like that.”
“Actually, it’s called indecent exposure.” His eyes were full of humor. “Public lewdness. And depending on how hot it gets, it could even be disorderly conduct.”
“Sounds like you know your way around bar hookups.”
He chuckled. “I’m a bartender. I’ve seen it all.”
“Yeah, but have you done it all?”
“There you go again. So interested in my sex life.”
“Well, sure. You were like this mythic character. You walked the halls like a king, and all the girls were your concubines…” She wasn’t ashamed to admit it. “Sure, I was.”
“Was or are?”
“Both.” Something about her honesty shifted the balance of power.
He went from teasing her to looking out of his element.
And that emboldened her. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like with you.
I had a lot of fantasies as a girl when I didn’t know what French kissing meant.
When the only sex I’d ever seen came from PG-13 movies. ”
“And now that you’ve fucked?”
She suspected his crudeness was a way of regaining his footing in the conversation. But in the darkness and having spent some time with him, she wasn’t afraid to tell the truth. “Now, I want different things.”
He licked his bottom lip, and his features hardened. He caged her in, and even though their bodies didn’t touch, she could feel desire radiating off him like heat. “Different how?”
“Someone who’s not so careful with me.” She shook her head because that wasn’t it. “You can feel it in the way a man touches you, kisses you.”
“Feel what?”
“How much he wants you. And with Matt, I never felt swept away. I never felt he had to have me.”
He gripped her arm and yanked her closer. “Say that name again, and I’m going to have to kiss it out of your mouth, you hear me?”
“You mean...” That rough voice, the clutch of his hold… It sent a punch of adrenaline through her. Her body went hot and electric, and she literally could not help herself from unleashing the beast. “Matt?”
“Dammit, Fee.” He gripped her wrists and held them over her head, his hips slamming her ass against the door. With his gaze locked on her mouth, he leaned in and plundered her with a voracious kiss.
This man took what he wanted. He didn’t wait. He didn’t try to seduce. He groaned deep in his throat while his tongue took possession and swept out every last remnant of the man who’d come before him.
The passion of his kiss swept her under, and her mind shut down. She became pure hot lust. Wrenching her wrists free, she wrapped her arms around his neck and grabbed a fistful of his silky hair at the base of his neck.
The hard tug unleashed something in him because he reached for her ass and lifted her. Stepping between her legs, he rocked his thick cock against her. The rhythmic pressure on her clit had sensation exploding in a shower of fiery sparks.
She wanted his hunger, his clutch, and his ferocious desire for her to never end.
Because it spilled into the lonely corners of her heart, it heated the places that had long gone cold and made her feel vitally alive. It yanked her from the soft space of her dream world and dropped her into a sizzling, raw reality she knew she’d never want to leave.
And just when the pulse between her legs grew unbearable, he set her on her feet, spun her around, and braced her hands on the wall. He unzipped her jeans and reached beneath the elastic of her panties. The moment his finger grazed over her clit, a flash fire tore across her skin.
“You’re so fucking wet.” As he started to yank down her pants, a rumble of engines ripped through the haze of intimacy. He froze.
She needed his touch, his urgency…his friction. Glancing over her shoulder, she eyed him with desperation. Come on.
“We’ve got company.” He lowered his chest to her back. “Dammit.”