Chapter 10 #2
I got up and brushed past him in the doorway. “Let’s just say I’d be way more into aliens if they were like the ones I was just reading about.”
When I reached the kitchen, Billy was already sitting at the table waiting for us.
Like all of our previous dinners, he’d fixed another big spread; tonight’s meal included baked chicken with new potatoes and green beans.
As Menace and I sat down, I smiled and said, “This looks amazing. You are quite the chef.”
“Thank you, dear. I enjoy cooking.” He placed his cloth napkin across his lap as he said, “It helps to ground me.”
I waited as he lowered his head and said a quick prayer, then I asked him, “If it’s not too much of an intrusion, would you mind me asking about your family?”
“Well, my wife passed twelve years ago. An unforeseeable reaction to a new medication for her migraines took her life.” His voice was monotone with little emotion as he spoke, which I found odd at best. “That’s when I walked away from my career in forensics and branched out on my own.
It gave me more time to spend with my daughter—not that it matters now.
She’s attending college upstate, and I rarely see her.
She comes home when she can, but not as often as I would like.
Little I can do about that seeing as she has a life of her own to lead. ”
“She does, but I’m sure that doesn’t make it any easier on you.” My heart ached for him. I knew how hard it was to be away from those we cared about the most, so I added, “I’m really sorry to hear about your wife.”
“I appreciate your kindness, but it was a long time ago.” He glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, then said, “Almost five years now. I’ve learned to live without her, but I still hold on to the love she left behind.”
The pain I’d felt earlier only grew stronger at the sound of his words.
Like me, his loss had hit him hard, but he’d done what he could to move forward.
I glanced over at Menace, who seemed equally as moved, and wondered if he’d also lost someone he cared about.
I turned back to Billy. “It sounds like she was very special to you.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he turned his attention to his meal and began eating, putting an immediate end to our conversation.
None of us had much to say as we ate, which wasn’t unusual.
Both Menace and Billy were men who kept their thoughts to themselves.
Once we were done, Menace and I cleared the table and were putting the plates in the dishwasher when Billy asked him, “Would you mind helping me out with something in the barn?”
“Sure, no problem.” As they headed for the door, Menace turned to me and asked, “You gonna be okay for a while?”
“Oh, yeah,” I assured him, “I’m going to take a quick shower and read a little.”
He nodded, then followed Billy out the back door.
Eager to get back to my book, I ran into the bedroom, grabbed something to sleep in, and rushed to the bathroom.
After my shower, I slipped on my t-shirt and panties, then crawled under the covers.
I quickly grabbed my book and dove in. Just like earlier, it didn’t take long for me to get all hot and bothered—a state I’d been in since the day I met Menace.
As I read a sexy scene, I found myself imagining Menace as the sexy hero and I was the damsel in distress he was having his way with.
It was quite the scene, one that had me clenching my thighs together with a quickened breath.
I was practically panting when the door opened and Menace came into the room.
I slammed the book shut and tucked it away at my side. A mischievous smirk crossed his face as he snickered, “So, how’s the book?”
“It’s pretty boring, actually.”
“Um-hmm. If you say so.”
He grabbed some clean clothes from his bag, then walked into the bathroom and started the shower.
As soon as I heard the water running, I thought about that night when I’d wandered into his office and found him in the shower.
Just thinking about it had me tingling all over.
Moments later, he came out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of boxer briefs.
My eyes studied his muscular chest, marveling at all the colorful ink marking his skin.
Menace’s dark wet hair glistened in the light as he walked over to the bed and got under the covers next to me.
When he just laid there without saying a word, I sighed and rolled to my side, and then onto my back again.
I couldn’t seem to get comfortable no matter what I tried.
I knew exactly what would scratch the itch that had me on the brink of insanity, but it meant breaking Menace’s no-sex rule.
I glanced over at him sprawled out on the bed next to me, looking like every fantasy I’d ever had wrapped up in one incredible, sexy package.
It felt like my entire body was on fire.
I couldn’t stand it a second longer, so I threw the covers off of me, desperate for some cool air to soothe my overheated skin.
I let myself steal another look at him, and I noticed his eyes surveying my pink toes, my calves, my knees … and watched as his gaze stalled on my thighs. He was checking me out, no doubt about it. His voice was ragged as he asked, “Uh, what, uh … Whatcha doing over there?”
“Hmm?” I replied with my best doe eyes. “Nothing. Just getting more comfortable, that’s all.”
His hungry eyes skirted over the length of my body; then, he dropped his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes.
That ass! I knew he wanted it every bit as much as I did, but he was playing it cool.
Well, I was done playing it cool. My sexual frustration had all but depleted my self-restraint, and feeling the heat of his bare skin next to mine wasn’t helping matters.
I became restless and couldn’t stop fidgeting in the sheets thinking about his hands and how good they’d felt as he possessively took control of my body.
Needing to get a little closer, I rolled over to my side to face him.
The hem of my t-shirt rode up, exposing my black lace panties, and I fought a tiny smirk as his eyes darted from my hips to the ceiling.
I lifted my hand and placed it on his chest, slowly trailing my fingers over the lines of one of his tattoos.
He clenched his jaw as he warned, “Parker.”
I knew he was reminding me about his rule, but I felt pretty confident that breaking a rule or two would be a hell of a lot better than this torture. “Hmmm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I lied as I inched a little closer. I could feel his heart start pounding beneath my palm as I laid my head on his shoulder and angled my mouth towards his neck, my warm breath against his skin. “Just getting a little more comfortable.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“What about you?” I asked as I gently drew circles on his pec with my fingertip. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
His focus dropped down to my breasts, clearly visible through my flimsy white t-shirt. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and I couldn’t help but remember what else that tongue could do. “Are you sure?”
His breath caught as I let my fingertips move from his tattoos down to his abdomen.
His cock stirred when I reached the waistband of his boxer briefs.
I toyed with the elastic, letting my fingers brush against his flesh.
When I noticed his erection pressing against the cotton fabric, I moved my hand down further, brazenly testing his arousal.
A deep hiss escaped his lips as my palm ran over his thick shaft, and there I had it.
Proof that he was just as turned on as I was.
“Thought so,” I whispered.
“You’re killing me, woman.”
“I’m just getting started.”
I feared he might resist when I started to lower his boxers down his hips, but he didn’t.
Instead, he lifted his hips and allowed me to ease them down his legs, freeing his cock to the cool air.
His eyes closed and his breath hitched as I wrapped my fingers around his long, thick shaft and rubbed the pre-cum around his tip with the pad of my thumb.
I moved my hand up and down, teasing us both as I stroked his throbbing cock.
I felt him grow even harder when I lowered my mouth and slid my tongue along the head, tasting him before I took him deeper.
Menace’s head tilted back against the pillow as he warned once again, “Parker.”
While continuing to stroke him, I removed my mouth and asked, “You want me to stop?”
He inhaled a pained breath, then let it out slowly.
“I didn’t think so.”
His eyes clamped shut when I returned my mouth to his pulsing cock.
He tangled his hands in my hair, silently begging me for more.
When he tilted his head back and moaned my name, I became even more aroused.
I loved seeing him like this, completely lost in my touch.
A low rumble worked its way through his chest as I started to move faster, licking and sucking, making it more and more difficult for him to maintain control—something he clearly didn’t give up easily.
Seeing the effect I was having on him had my entire body burning with desire.
I needed to relieve the ache that was building between my legs, so I sat up on my knees and straddled him, rocking my hips forward as I dragged my clit against his erection.
Never in my life had I been so bold, but I’d never wanted a man like I wanted Menace.
As I continued to move against him, I lowered my hands to the hem of my t-shirt and slipped it over my head, tossing it to the floor.
His eyes dropped to my full breasts, and I could see the last bit of resistance fade from Menace’s eyes as his passion took over.
His jaw set and his eyes locked with mine as his hands moved to my hips.
He hooked his rough fingertips in the waistband of my panties before giving an effortless tug and ripping them away from my eager flesh.