Chapter 7 Mayson “Trucker” Calhoune #2
“But take your time in getting to know this woman.” Kaos advised. “You can be a little much and not everyone can handle you.”
“Wow—tell me how you really feel.”
“You know how I feel.” Kaos laughed. “That has never been a secret, has it?”
Thinking about his question, I grunted.
“You know what I mean.” Kaso added. “Now, here’s Zoom before I put my foot further into my mouth.”
“Thanks, Kaos.”
“No worries.”
I waited until the sound of a quick kiss echoed over the line before Zoom came on.
“You okay, Trucker?” She asked right out the gate.
“Yeah—I think I have a thing for my hostess.”
“Well, damn.” She giggled. “Need me to send you lingerie? I picked some up while we were away. I can always go get more but they still have the tag on them and I—”
“You suck, you know that?”
“Kaos hasn’t complained.” Zoom teased. “But I could ask. Wanna hold on?”
“I can’t talk to you when you get like this.” I laughed. “Why’d I call you?”
“Who were you gonna call? The Ghostbusters?” Zoom laughed. “You other best friend?”
“Ass!”
“Ah!” Zoom cut in. “That’s Captain Ass to you.”
I face palmed.
It was good speaking to my best friends but soon I was back at the house.
Taji was sitting on the front porch, tapping away at her laptop.
When I entered the yard, she looked up and smiled at me.
“Where did you disappear to?” She wanted to know.
“Was talking to my Captain and her husband.” I climbed the stairs and fell into one of the chairs. “Sometimes you just need others for clarity, you know?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
I sighed. “What are you working on?”
She shrugged. “Nothing in particular. I’m suffering through a case of creativity block right now—not sure what I should be doing with myself.”
“What do you do for a living, anyway?”
Taji smiled. “Graphic designer. I mean, I’m sure they told you I’m the wealthiest woman in this town—and probably in this entire county. But I can’t just sit around and do nothing for the rest of my life.”
“I can respect that.” I nodded. “I definitely respect that.”
Silence.
I have nothing to offer her.
I can’t even say she wants me for my money.
Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back and exhaled while stretching my legs out in front of me.
“Trucker.”
“Mm?”
“Are you single?”
“Yeah.” I replied without opening my eyes. “Been single a while—I’ve never had much luck with relationships.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“Honestly?” I drew my legs up. “The job, for one. My personality, for two. And three—me in general.”
She made a sound in her throat.
“I’m never enough.” I explained. “Or too much.”
“That’s the scary part about being vulnerable with someone else.” Taji spoke. “It’s a trial and error kind of thing.”
I chuckled. “Mine was all errors. The last woman I was with told me I was too sexual.”
“What does that mean?”
“I actually wanted to have sex with her.” I replied. “We had the talk when he started dating. I get they’re people out there who doesn’t feel the urge to have sex with anyone.”
“Asexual.”
I nodded.
“She wasn’t that. I wanted to make sure she knew what I was thinking going in. And she was good with that. Then we started dating and—I guess we were both busy.”
I paused, accepting what was.
“Life is unpredictable.” I exhaled hard. “We never know what’s going to happen. What she felt for me changed and that’s really no one’s fault. But—its embarrassing, really. Maybe I was the issue. Hell, I was the issue.”
“I’d have sex with you—any time you want it. Any way you like it.”
I opened my eyes to look at her, but she was already packing her things and scrambling toward the door. Instead of going after her, I let it go—for that moment. I was more than a hundred percent sure she hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
I’d have sex with you—any time you want it. Anyway you like it.
“Damn, Taji. How do I unhear that.”
Glancing back, she’d disappeared into the house.
I could barely breathe as I played that line over in my head.
My imagination ran wild with the thoughts it conjured up. And it wasn’t that I wanted them to invade my head.
No, I couldn’t stop them.
I couldn’t help letting myself imagine her body, bare in the soft sunlight, as she towered over me.
I could imagine her breasts filling my palms as she rode me until she came.
Biting into my bottom lip, I wondered if she was that shy with other men, or if it was just with me.
Entering the house, I found her in the office staring out the window, a cup of something in her hand.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” Taji said.
“Why not?” I entered the space to stand directly behind her. “You spoke your mind—I’m not mad about it. If anything—Taji, look at me.”
“Maybe tomorrow. My face is on fire.” She huffed softly. “And I don’t have whiskey.”
Taking her shoulders, I turned her to face me, then moved forward until she was sitting on the bay window. When I leaned in, she gasped and closed her eyes.
“No.” I tipped her chin up. “You don’t get this body unless you’re willing to look at it.”
“Damn—my heart is beating so fast.”
Exhaling softly, I brushed my lips against hers—gently at first, then harder. She whimpered and caught a handful of my shirt in a fist, holding me close. Taking that as permission, I dragged the tip of my tongue across her lips until she opened them for me.
I kissed Taji Sloane then—freely and deeply.
Each time she made a soft sound in the back of her throat, I kissed her deeper and harder.
Taji melted against my chest, tugging me into her and wrapping her arms around my neck while caressing the flesh at the nape of my neck.
Each pass of her tongue over mine made my cock harder.
Soon, having it in the confines of my clothes became a problem.
By the time I lifted my mouth to breathe, I was so hard, it took everything in me not to touch myself.
Instead, I allowed her to take my lips and my control.
Giving her what she asked my body for, sliding my hands down her body until I could pinch her hard nipples through her clothes.
She tossed her head back and I released one of the tight buds to pull the tie from her hair.
As the strands flowed backward, I returned my fingers to her nipples, twisting and tugging against them until she sunk her nails into my arms.
“Are you going to come for me, Taji?” I whispered in her ear. “Be a bad girl and come for me.”
Nipping at her ear, I licked up her neck then kissed her deeply.
“Mayson.” She sighed.
I couldn’t imagine her looking anymore beautiful than she looked in this moment. Even as I continued toying with her, I watched her face and knew the moment her orgasm was to a spot where she couldn’t stop it.
But still, I released her, tore the front of her shirt to pull one nipple into my mouth through the lace of her bra. Licking it at first, I sucked it into my mouth.
“Mayson you’re going to make me come.” She panted.
“That’s the idea.” I told her.
When I tugged on the buds again, Taji screamed my name, her body tilting all the way back, pushing her beautiful breasts up at me.
Then she trembled powerfully.
“You’re so damn sexy.” I whispered. “I think I loved that look on your face when you come. I really want to see it again.”
Taji moaned and I caught her in my arms before she could slip backward.
Picking her up, I carried her to her bedroom and set her on one side.
After pulling the sheets up on the other, I eased her into that spot then drew the sheets up to her shoulder.
“Trucker—I’m sorry.” She sighed.
“What for?”
But she fell asleep muttering her reply.