15. Wombat
Chapter Fifteen
Wombat
Honor’s home was a mix of perfectly curated color-coordinated neutrals and subtle accent colors. That was, until you reached her bedroom. Either she’d given up on styling it, or this was the real woman underneath the polish and the matching suit ensembles.
I had a feeling the real Honoria Ryder was a mess.
Not in the “cling to your leg” crazy kind of mess, but the colorful, eclectic, multi-faceted, whole-human way.
The antique dresser she owned took up almost the full width of the room.
Flanking it were two bookshelves of brightly-colored romance novels.
I’d seen a few of those titles before. Some were pretty kinky.
There were two stacked on the little table by her reading chair. I didn’t know tiny cartoon Vikings were virile, let alone very much so.
Another thing that struck me was the way she cared for Molly.
There was a dog bed on every level of the house.
Two in the main living area. One next to her desk and the wall of legal books that comprised her home office.
Another conveniently tucked in the formal living room as if even there she had to carve a safe space for her dog.
I’d bet there were two more on the patio and deck outside.
Which told me another thing. Honor was lonely.
That meant I should slow down, let her savor our tryst. Give her the three plus orgasms I’d promised, and take plenty of time between to show her how much fun it was to have someone in her space who didn’t immediately drool on her comforters.
I broke the kiss with a breath and sipped at her lips so she would know I wasn’t stopping.
The contact slowed and her eyes fluttered open.
Her eyes were like a summer night, but better. As if I was truly seeing the depth and breadth of the cosmos, but in one vast universe solely comprised of emotions. Those depths held secrets I’d never understand.
“Hi.” That was not my most eloquent moment. But putting what I felt into words was impossible.
Her smile was shy. “Hey.”
A blink and reality rushed back. This was the club’s lawyer. A woman so far out of my league I’d never span the distance. I was going to lose her.
Funny how I was suddenly the one ready to cling to her leg.
But I had some pride, and a bit of common sense. I brushed her hair back and slipped my hand under it. The back of Honor’s neck was a graceful arch and it fit in my palm perfectly. I tightened my grip for a moment.
She moaned.
Screw taking it slow. I dove back to kiss her so deeply I almost forgot how to breathe. Her curves and her skin were an addiction. Better than any drug, taking me higher with each piece of loosened clothing, and each time I touched my lips to hers it was magical.
And god, she fit me. There was no straining to meet her mouth, almost no effort to notch the bulge in my jeans against that soft secret triangle of her panties and thighs. Our bare chests brushed with perfect alignment where her nipples dragged across mine.
Her hands roamed down my ribs to my belt. By touch alone, she unbuckled my pants and tugged them open.
My cock strained to break free of the boxers I wore.
Her fingers brushed along the column and stilled. Then, she turned her hand and gripped me through the fabric. As she did, she gasped into my mouth. “I need this.”
With more luck than dexterity, I tugged my wallet out and found the condom inside. Normally, I carried them in a hard-shell case, but that was sitting on my nightstand at home.
I maneuvered Honor to the bed and lifted her against me.
Holy hell, that was better than making out. Her cunt aligned against my almost free dick and she’d soaked through her underwear. Instead of dropping her onto the mattress, I tightened my grip and let her squirm against me as her arms and legs wrapped around me.
Her ankles locked behind my ass and I set the condom on the nightstand.
Molly and Dumb Ass retreated to the dog bed halfway across the room.
Smart.
It was almost a crime to lower her to the mattress because that meant my dick lost contact with her amazing pussy.
But her long legs were like silk under my hands.
I tugged her panties off and ran my hands down to her ankles where I gripped each with a single intent. This woman was not going to escape me. Ever.
She’d opted for one of those raised sets where the mattress, box spring and frame set the bed at almost a perfect height to drop to my knees toss her pretty calves over my shoulders and line my lips up with that sexy as sin pussy.
A moan turned into a cry, then a deeply satisfied groan. Her fingernails speared through my hair and threatened to pin me in place.
But I was going nowhere. Not until she came at least once. Not until I tongue-fucked her into screaming my name, my nickname, and whatever pet name she called me.
Which was “oh, god, oh-god-oh-Wombat-god-Random-ooo-oh-oh-GOD.”
Hell to the yes.
The flutter of her pussy played against the shaft of my tongue. All I could smell was her. All I could taste was the sexy flavor of her cunt.
Her fingers gripped my hair. “Get up here,” she panted.
Who was I to resist? I snagged the condom and tore it open. As I tried to roll it on, her hands were everywhere, trying to be helpful and mostly getting in the way.
I got it on and lifted her up.
She fought me, and clung at the same time, almost screaming because it wasn’t the best balancing act I’d ever done. But I got her moved and seated on top of me.
Honor’s confusion was short-lived because we were face to face. She lined up my dick and slid onto the tip with a gasp of satisfaction.
“Wrap your legs around me.” I couldn’t move much like this, but she’d set the pace she wanted. And that’s what mattered.
She wasn’t seated deep, but worked on me like a dancer making every move count.
“I’ve never had sex like this.”
She was missing out. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
Her breath was slower, but she hadn’t stopped grinding on me. “Perfect. God, so damn perfect.”
I grinned like the Devil buying his first soul. It wasn’t great for me, but seeing the pleasure work across her face, the flutter of her eyelashes when she arched her back and begged to feel me deeper, that was powerful.
And watching her fall apart, again?
I owned her now.
With a lift and a move I couldn’t explain if I tried, I had her on her back and was deep inside her.
Her guttural cry undid me. So did the way her voice hitched as she stretched out the word, “Random.”
I owned that cunt. I owned her pleasure and thrust hard, knowing she was still riding the high of having her whole clit worked from inside and out.
Each time I slid home she cried out, and the gasps as I pulled back were legendary in their pitch that matched begging without words.
Until I just couldn’t keep up. I couldn’t remember why it was important to do anything but be pressed against her, deep inside her, and filling her so desperately that my balls ached and my dick was almost painfully stretched to its limit. If I let go and fell, I’d keep falling forever.
Then a pulse ripped through me, and I lost my mind. I wasn’t fighting anymore. It was just throb after throb of pouring my soul into her.
I didn’t want to leave. Ever.
Her eyes met mine. Our panting matched until it didn’t. A stutter there or here or somewhere threw it out of sync. And in that moment I knew. I just knew this was going to kill me. But I’d die one hell of a happy man.
“Two.”
It was surprising she could even talk. I couldn’t yet. But somehow I croaked out, “Three. I owe you three.”
She laughed and I slipped a little.
Before too much of that could derail us, I grabbed the curled edge of the condom so it wouldn’t fuck us both.
“Be right back.”
My head spun as I stumbled into her bathroom. Thank goodness it was connected because I’d have never made it to the hallway, or worse, down all those damn steps.
“No wonder your legs are in such good shape.” I wrapped the rubber in tissue and dropped it into the little waste container that was built into the cabinet.
“What?”
I grabbed a towel and a washcloth from the bar. “Your legs. They’re in incredible shape from climbing all those stairs.” I waited for the hot water to heat up before wetting the cloth.
She leaned against the doorframe, watching me. I handed off the towel with one corner dampened, and used the washcloth on myself.
“You like my legs?”
She placed one foot on the counter, pointing her toes just so.
I froze like a cornered animal. But a damn fixated one. My eyes almost rolled into my head. “Hell yeah.” I didn’t know if I should trace her skin from ankle to knee with my gaze or my lips. But oh hell, she held the towel against her crotch, and I almost wept.
A twinge of near pain struck my cock. It really wanted to get hard again and… Shit. I covered it with the tiny washcloth because it was trying. “You’re evil.”
She grinned and switched places with me. “Out. I need to clean up better, and you’re distracting me.”
“That’s my line.” I slid my palm over her ass because it was right there. I kissed her shoulder because, again, it was right there.
“Out.” She gave me a little shove, and I was locked out, stranded…naked in her bedroom.
The dogs perked their ears up, as if silently asking if we were done yet?
“No way, you’re on your own.” I answered.
Molly dropped her head to her paws. Dumb Ass thought I said something else because he bounded off the dog bed and tried to play.
I guarded my crotch. “Move.” I shoved him aside to find my boxers and pants. No way in hell was I letting that beast near my bare dick.
Honoria came out in a pale pink bathrobe.
It gaped a little, showing off her cleavage. One tug on the belt and I’d see all of her again. The temptation was there.
And of course, that’s when her phone rang.
It was under the pile of clothing we’d left in a nice trail from the door to the bed. She checked the ID and frowned. “I have to take this. Sorry.”
With a hair toss and a straightening of her posture, she answered it while staring at the wall. “Jim. Hi.”
The ex. The clipped way she spoke proved she was in full warrior mode. Maybe I should kiss that sensitive part on her neck to see if there was a chink in her armor there?
“No, that’s fine, I don’t have plans. I can let Lemon know.”
I quirked an ear to the conversation, opting not to interrupt it.
“The weekend? I don’t know, I mean—” Her face soured.
If I had to read the darkening emotion painted there, I’d say she was getting angry. Her eyes weren’t soft anymore. The set of her jaw was tense. “She just got used to being here all the time.”
Molly perked her ears up. We both knew they were talking about her. I sat down on Honor’s lounge chair to reach over and scratch Molly behind the ears. DA climbed on the chair beside me and plonked his fat butt on my lap. I used both hands to keep them busy while Honor’s conversation turned darker.
“Jim, if Denise wants a dog, you both need to get one of your own.”
You tell him, baby.
Her voice turned biting. “Maybe we need to revisit the agreement again?”
That’s right, sue that bastard.
Whatever Jim said made her flush red. Molly whined. Shit. I pulled her head close and let both dogs use me as furniture.
The call ended shortly after.
Honoria stared at the pile on her couch. “Jim wants to introduce Molly to Jacob.”
Her voice didn’t sound right. “Right now?”
She shook her head. “This weekend.” Her quick head turn tried to hide the tears in her eyes, but she was too late. I’d seen them.