Chapter 9 #2
Not just mine. Ours now. That it was a joint mission made it more important. This would be the biggest thing we’d ever done together. The absolute best. A little of her, a little of me. Combined into a little person with all their own hopes and dreams and wants.
It was scary as fuck to do this again. To make the choice this time. The circumstances weren’t perfect, and most people—including the members of my own family—would think I was loco for posing the suggestion. They would think she was equally nuts for agreeing.
But in my gut, this felt right. Being with Ally had felt right since the very first day. Nothing else in my life had ever felt this natural. This perfect.
I picked up my desk phone and set it on the floor. Then I did the same with my iMac, power strip, and various peripherals. Overkill, perhaps, but I wanted us to have space.
“Seth…” God, that tremulous tone of hers was making my balls throb.
Once I’d gotten the tech stuff out of the way, I leaned over the desk and swept everything to the floor, blotter included. Ally screeched and jumped back, sending the desk chair rolling away across the hardwood floor. Worked for me. I needed room to move.
“I didn’t mean right now,” she said as I approached. “Like right this instant.”
“You didn’t, but I did.”
“You’re at work.” She took a step back, then another, finally bumping into the wall. “Clients are coming and going. Oliver is on the other side of this wall.”
“In the field,” I said easily, drawing her purse strap down her arm before setting the small, weathered bag aside and caging her in with my arms against the wall.
“But I wouldn’t care if he was standing in the hallway.
Let the jealous bastard listen.” At her gasp, I dropped my mouth to her ear.
“I can’t walk out of here until I’ve had you again. ”
“You’re insatiable. I never guessed.”
“Did you think about me in bed?” I trailed my finger underneath her jaw and down along the tops of her cleavage. She fought not to shiver and to hold my gaze, but she was on the verge of losing it, I could tell. “I thought of you.”
“Liar. You did not.”
“Only when you went out on dates with assholes,” I admitted. “And it was entirely unwitting. I tried to stop it. To not see you in my mind naked and writhing on their sheets, mainly because no one was ever good enough for you.”
She lifted her chin in challenge. “But you are?”
The question stopped me in my tracks. A tremor went through my hand and she must’ve noticed, because she gripped it and held it against her cheek.
“This is where you say yes. That you’re everything I could ever ask for in a guy.
More than. And you fuck like a goddamn champ, even though technically, I don’t know the difference. Just roll with it.”
The laugh started in my gut, spilling out of me with a freedom that had never occurred with anyone but her.
I buried my face in her hair, pulling in deep breaths of her summery scent.
It centered me, just as it always did. She was the embodiment of the lake and the town that had been my home for my entire life.
I eased back to study her. Memories of the long summer days we’d spent chilling with a picnic basket by the lake—or doing way riskier stuff like joyriding in my dad’s Porsche when he was away—stretched out in my mind, somehow reflected in her eyes.
She was safety, and home, and family in a way no one else had ever been except my brother.
And now she was so much more. That fresh-air-in-a-bottle scent of hers was capable of making my dick hard in an instant.
The way she’d tied off her sundress so neatly behind her neck drove me wild, making me imagine the strapless bra she had on underneath.
Or nothing. I was voting for nothing.
Fuck, I had to see. But first…first, I had to make sure.
Sucking in a breath, I turned around and braced my hands flat on my now-bare desk.
“What’s—what’s wrong?” Her tremulous question nearly broke me.
I didn’t want her to ever doubt the effect she had on me for a moment.
I’d already fucked up so much with my stupid contract and crazy scheme to have a kid when if I’d just talked to her, explained where my head was at, maybe we could’ve made some decisions together.
I’d caused her to think that any attraction I might have in her direction was just based on my wanting to knock her up.
Truth was, I’d been trying my goddamn hardest not to notice her that way for years.
Now I didn’t have to shove those errant thoughts away. We were both single. There was no reason we couldn’t do the family thing our own way. With sex and kids and our own rules.
Love wasn’t a necessary component. At least romantic love. I didn’t see her that way. Of course not. I mean, I loved her, but to love her romantically would be taking a huge fucking risk.
The biggest of them all.
“Hey.” She stepped forward and stroked my back, and even in that single touch, she conveyed her growing confidence. Not in general, but in this particular space with me. “You’re running hot and cold.”
I laughed. “Far from it. I’m so hot right now that I’m amazed I haven’t torn a hole in my pants yet.”
“So why did you pull back?”
For fuck’s sake, I knew she was blushing just from that little breathy catch in her voice.
I knew so much about her, and instead of that making this boring, almost routine, it made every moment better.
Bigger. I wanted to find out everything I didn’t know.
How her eyes hazed over as she came, the tremble of her lips just before she went over.
The way she’d soak my dick with her release.
Without a condom between us this time.
I pressed my palms into the desk, searching for clarity. For restraint. “Every time, it feels like I’m pushing you.”
I expected her to argue. That’s what she did—what we did.
Instead she reached around me and stroked my cock through my pants, so slowly that I hissed air between my teeth. “Mmm. You weren’t lying.”
Christ, that little purr in her throat? Gonna be the death of me.
She didn’t wait for my affirmation. Her first task was to undo my belt and toss it on the desk, where it hung half off like a waiting snake.
The metallic sound of her undoing my zipper seemed loud in my head, competing with the throb of my heartbeat.
She dipped her fingers inside, grabbing my shaft through my boxers.
I was so hard that just her light grip had my balls drawing up, full and tight.
I might not plant a baby in her this afternoon, but it wouldn’t be from lack of coming. Holy shit. It was going to happen whether or not I wanted it to if she kept touching me like that.
As if she heard my thoughts, she pushed down my pants and my boxers and turned me around to face her before going to her knees. I didn’t breathe. Didn’t make a sound. Just watched and waited as she stroked my dick from root to tip and flicked her gaze from mine to my length, over and over.
It fucking grew in her hand, and she laughed. Softly. Like a damn vixen.
“Some magic trick,” she whispered a moment before her lips engulfed the tip.
I grasped the edge of the desk and threw back my head, fighting not to command. It would be so easy to grab a handful of her hair and pull her down my erection, but she probably wasn’t ready for that. Her tentative licks and sucks were working a magic all their own.
“Undo your top,” I rasped. “Let me see you.”
She kept me in her mouth while she reached up with one hand to undo the tie behind her neck. The red straps fell and my breath caught.
Holy fuck, her gorgeous bare tits had been pushing against the material all along.
“You went out like this.” I reached down to twist her hard pink nipple and she gasped around my shaft. “Showing off all this perfection.” I gave her other nipple a twist and swore I could feel pre-cum pulsing onto her tongue.
She eased back and licked her lips. Naughty vixen. “It’s only for you.”
“Again.” Already her mouth was full of me again, precluding talking, but I didn’t care.
As much as I was dying for her to suck my cock until I spilled myself in her throat, I had to hear her say it.
“Say it again,” I demanded, hooking my hands under her arms. She barely had an instant to release my dick before I drew her to feet.
“Say it,” I repeated, latching my mouth onto her tight little nipple and pulling it between my teeth.
Her moan made my erection lurch into the softness of her belly. But I didn’t stop working her nipple, using teeth and tongue. She writhed against me as I pressed my hand between her legs, right through her dress. “Gonna walk out of here with a wet spot so everyone knows?”
Her hips pulsed, driving her covered pussy against my hand. I couldn’t wait another second. I dragged the dress down her body, letting it pool on the floor around her red sandals. She wore only a scrap of white panties, and yes, they had a telltale wet spot right in the center.
I growled. All for me.
It was my turn to drop to my knees. Locking my gaze on hers, I licked that damp spot again and again, groaning as her taste filtered through the fabric.
Sweet. So sweet. Peeling the material away from her swollen lips, I flicked her clit with just the tip of my tongue.
She whimpered, swaying on her heeled sandals until I banded an arm around the backs of her thighs to keep her still.
Taking off her panties would require too much time, but I had to have her.
Opening my mouth over her pussy, I ate at her like the starved man I was.
The man she made me. Her legs trembled so I hauled her closer.
Impatiently, I yanked at the thin material, almost as shocked as she was when it gave way.
I shot her a glance and her wide eyes tore a laugh from my chest as I tossed the strips aside.
That laughter ended in her moan as I resumed my task.