Chapter 14
LILA
I’ve never been so turned on in my life and he has barely touched me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me and I don’t care. His warning only sounds like a promise. I’m not stopping him. Instead, I reach under my skirt, pull my underwear off, and sweep them aside with my foot.
He gazes up at me with a wicked grin. “Raise your skirt, Delilah. Show me.”
I don’t take orders, especially not from men so why does that turn me on so much? Maybe it’s the way he says it, like there’s nothing more he wants in the world. My mouth dries out as I pull the front up.
He moves slowly, running both hands up my thighs until his thumbs sweep over my lips. “Fucking beautiful.” My breath heats up when he leans in and plants a sucking kiss on my inner thigh then gently brushes his fingertip over my clit. “Look how wet you are for me.”
Before I can say anything, he suddenly scoops me up with his hands under my ass, turns and deposits me on the kitchen counter. “Sutton!”
He pushes me onto my back, pulls my ass to the edge, hooks his arms under my legs, and runs his hot tongue over my clit. “Oh god!” The words fly out of me and my hips flex off the counter. Fucking hell. I almost came instantly.
It doesn’t escape his notice and he looks up at me, his voice thick and husky as he says, “Oh honey, I warned you.”
He did and he meant every word. My hands delve into his hair as his mouth drives me to the edge in minutes.
For someone who enjoys taunting me so much, there’s no teasing involved.
He knows exactly what he’s doing with those firm relentless swipes of his tongue.
The intensity of the orgasm takes me by surprise, and the loud cry that accompanies it seems to come from far away.
When I release the death grip on his hair, he kisses up my stomach, pushing my shirt up as he goes. I ditched the too tight bra I was wearing the second I walked in the door, and he cups my bare breasts, caressing my nipples.
“That was so fucking hot,” he says, and slips his tongue between my lips. If I thought the kiss earlier stunned me, this one is nothing short of mind blowing. His tongue could win a talent contest.
“You need a condom,” I gasp, before I let things get any further.
“Mm hmm, I have one.” He licks into my mouth again with a kiss that makes every inch of my skin light up. “But you owe me one more orgasm before you get my cock.”
His finger presses inside me as he speaks, heading straight to the right spot, and he sucks my nipple between his lips.
I mean, if he insists.
He takes his time, sucking and caressing my breasts before kissing me again. He adds another finger and has me writhing on his hand, desperate to come again. His deep voice cuts through the growing onslaught of sensation. “Where’s that smart mouth now, baby?”
I got nothing. Not one damn thing to say because he’s working my body like it’s his job and I don’t care about anything else.
I’m right on the edge again when he lightens up, keeping me there with the stroke of a fingertip. “Sutton,” I groan, frustration warring with pure need.
“Look at me.”
I force my eyes open and look into his intense gaze. “Is there something you want from me, now?”
I want to kick his ass across the room and back again, but that isn’t what comes out of my mouth. “Make me come. Fuck, Sutton, please make me come.”
With a satisfied grin, he resumes his devastating fingering and plants his mouth over my clit. He sucks soft and steady until I’m grasping his hair like a lifeline and making noises I didn’t know could come from me.
I’m floating, my skin buzzing with fading pleasure.
The sound of a condom being unwrapped finally makes me open my eyes.
He’s naked, and I sit up in time to see him roll it down his considerable length as I pull my shirt off, then get rid of my skirt.
He steps up between my legs and sweeps my sweaty hair back off my shoulders. He’s the perfect height for this.
It pisses me off how much I still want him after two orgasms. “This doesn’t mean I like you.” I lean back on my palms and wrap my legs around his waist.
“Perish the fucking thought.” My eyes fall closed as he works his cock inside me in slow strokes. “You feel so good,” he groans.
It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone and that slow stretch feels amazing.
Once I’m acclimated to him, he grips my hips and pulls me toward him, moving faster.
He leans over to kiss me again as we move together.
He really likes to kiss a lot. I’m not complaining because it never fails to light me up and heighten every sensation.
The urge begins to build again and I sit up, digging my nails into his back. He pulls out, picks me up and carries me a few feet to the living room. “Bend over the couch.”
It’s so much tighter this way and I groan when he buries himself deep.
“I love that sound. Does that feel good?”
“Yes, fuck don’t stop.”
Deep, steady, relentless thrusts have me teetering on the brink.
Three in a night is unusual for me, and I’m not sure I can get there again.
His hands knead my ass before he runs a fingertip between my cheeks.
The soft pressure of his thumb rubbing over my hole makes my cheeks burn but it also sends slow, rolling spasms through me.
At the sound of my drawn out moan, his thrusts become faster until he stills. His groan fills my ears.
I lay my forehead on the couch, catching my breath, and he presses a kiss on my spine. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m…fine.” Oh no. That was so good. Fuck.
He pulls out and goes to dispose of the condom while I scrabble to put my clothes back on. I fucked Sutton. What do I do now? I need to make sure this isn’t a big deal.
The new stickers I bought for my preschool class catch my eye on the end table. When he returns, I stride past him, plastering a good job sticker on his collarbone as I go by. “Okay. Good night.”
His deep laughter follows me down the hall until I close my bedroom door.
There should be a study done about what goes wrong in our brains when we’re horny.
Wrong enough to make me forget that I don’t like him until a few orgasms clears my mind.
Damn, they were good though. Not that it matters.
It actually annoys me that he was so good at it.
I can already imagine the smug smile I’m going to have to put up with.
Not today, however. I’m up, showered and out the door before he’s awake. A bored clerk hands me the keys to my rental truck for the day, and I head to my storage unit. It’ll take me a few trips to get all the equipment, but none of it is too heavy for me to handle.
After the truck is loaded, I text Cara.
Me
Call me when you get up if you still want to meet at Planet Playland.
My phone rings with a call from her before I’ve made it out of the parking lot. “I’m awake. Somebody decided to mow the grass at the break of dawn.”
“It was after nine,” Row shouts from the background.
“Anyway, of course I still want to come see the place. When do you want to go?”
“I’ll be back and forth for the next hour or so. How about noon? I’ll text you the address.”
“Sounds good.”
“I’m going to need some construction work done. Do you think Row would be interested?”
“Hang on a second.”
After a minute or so she comes back. “I’m going to bring him with me.”
“Voluntarily or against his will?” I chuckle.
“Does it really matter?”
“Nope, see you in a while.”
Row owns a contracting business. He hires other former prisoners like himself, giving them a fair chance when it’s hard to get work with a criminal record. If he doesn’t want the job, he may be able to recommend someone.
It takes me three trips to get everything moved.
With every lift and drag, the little ache between my legs reminds me of what I’m trying not to think about.
The way he bent me over and pounded into me.
How my entire body was burning and begging for more.
When I came for a third time at the feel of his thumb. Oh god, I forgot about that.
I’ll have to avoid him. How are you supposed to look your enemy in the eye after he’s rubbed your butthole? I could abandon my trailer and never go back. That’s a reasonable option, right?
Cara and Row interrupt my sudden downward spiral. “Holy shit, this place is huge!” Cara shouts, all smiles as she looks around.
“You haven’t seen half of it,” I laugh.
I spend the next half hour showing them around.
Row listens closely to my description of what I’d like to do and discusses different options with me.
He warns me that permits may be required and some restrictions might be in place since it’s an older building.
“Let me look into that this week, then we can figure out what’ll work and I can give you a good estimate. ”
It'll take me a week just to get the junk moved out and years worth of dust cleaned up. After we’ve seen everything, I offer to take them to lunch. Row has to leave, but Cara is happy to accept.
It’s a nice day so we choose a table on the patio of a local restaurant.
“Okay, how long am I supposed to act like I didn’t see you kiss Sutton last night?” Cara asks, grinning across the table.
“First of all, I didn’t kiss him. He kissed me. Second, you and Maren talked me into playing his girlfriend, so I’m blaming you both.”
“For him kissing you?”
“No, for him banging me on the counter like a can of biscuits.”
Cara’s mouth drops open. “Are you serious?”
“Unfortunately.”
She stares at me for a moment. “Was it that bad?”
If only it had been, I could stop thinking about it. Why couldn’t he have been like other men who either can’t find the clit or go at it like they’re scrubbing a lasagna pan? “No, it wasn’t bad. It was a mistake.”
She sits back, sipping her drink. “How not bad was it?”
“That’s not the point.”
“Lila.”
“It was so good I came three times.” I point at her. “This stays between us.”
“And Maren?” she asks.
“Well, yes, of course.” After everything we’ve been through together over the years, there aren’t secrets between us. “What are you doing?”
She’s already laid her phone on the table and called Maren on speaker. It’s a good thing we have the patio to ourselves. Maren barely utters a hello before Cara says, “Guess who joined the anger banger club?”
“I knew it! I saw that kiss!” Maren laughs. “Remember when you were mystified by how I could sleep with someone I hated? Mystery solved, huh?”
“She doesn’t hate him though,” Cara points out.
“Shh, she’s got to figure that part out on her own.”
Both of them giggle. “You’re both hilarious. This is not the same. He annoys the shit out of me. It was a one time mistake.”
“Okay, yeah, we hear you,” Cara says.
“It’s not going to happen again. Got it,” Maren adds.
I can’t help but grin at their teasing tones. They don’t believe me, but they’ll see. “Just keep it in the vault.”
“You know your secret’s safe with us,” Maren says. “Now, how big are we talking?”
These girls are crazy but I don’t know what I’d do without them. After lunch, Cara leaves and I get back to work. I’ve gotten a good start on sorting through what to toss once I get a dumpster delivered to the alley and what might be donatable when a text from Sutton interrupts me.
Sutton
I can still smell you on me. It’s fucking sexy.
Here we go.
Me
What happened to hello?
“Shit,” I grumble when he rings my phone. I know I’m going to regret answering. “Yeah?”
“Hello,” he says.
“I’m kind of busy. What do you want?”
“You. All over me again.”
“Then I have devastating news.” His chuckle says he doesn’t believe me any more than my friends. Men and their egos, I swear. “Look, last night was obviously a mistake. We were drinking. Things happened that will not happen again.”
“And by things do you mean pulling my hair while you came on my face or clawing my back and begging me not to stop?”
“Wow, you really were drunk. Or delusional. You should probably hydrate.”
“I was not drunk and neither were you.” The amusement in his voice is infuriating. “But if that’s how you want to play this, Delilah…”
“Great, no need to ever bring it up again. Glad we’re on the same page. I have to go.”
I hang up before he can say anything else. Ugh, there’s no chance he’s going to let this go anytime soon.
The rental truck is due back by six. My plan is to return it and stop by home for dinner before getting back to work, but that plan changes when I walk through the trailer door.
Amos stares at me. “Cutting it a little close, aren’t you? We have to leave in fifteen minutes.”
What the hell is he talking about. “Leave for what?”
“Sunday dinner with Mom? We promised last week, remember?”
“No, I didn’t remember.” I’m a walking ball of dirt and dust. “Go ahead and I’ll meet you there. Tell her I’m running a little late.”
Amos grins from ear to ear. “You forgot an appointment. Hell might be frozen over.”
“Shut up. I’ve had a lot going on.” Yeah, I’ve made a huge step toward starting a business and also got the life fucked out of me by his best friend. I’d call that an eventful twenty-four hours.