Chapter 24 Pillow Talk
Pillow Talk
Tinker trailed his fingertips gently up and down Abby’s hip.
God, she was beautiful. And she was there—in his bed.
He wasn’t sure what had made her decide to hop into it with him, and he wasn’t stupid enough to press the issue.
She was there and he was going to do everything he could to keep her there.
She stirred, inhaling deeply before turning to look over her shoulder.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“‘Bout one,” he said.
She bolted up, pulling the sheet around her breasts. “Shit. I need to text my mom.”
“Your purse in the living room?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Hang tight.”
He threw back the covers and walked naked out of the room.
He grinned as he imagined the blush staining her skin.
In the living room, he grabbed her purse from beside the couch.
When he returned to his room, it was hard to tell for sure in the dim light of his room if she was blushing, but the way she lowered her gaze suggested she was.
He smiled as he handed Abby her purse, then slid a hand behind her head and kissed her. “You can look your fill anytime you want. Text your mom.” He released her, went into the bathroom, and closed the door.
After relieving himself, he washed his hands and slid into a pair of flannel pants hanging on the towel rack. He guzzled two glasses of water, refilled the glass, and took it to Abby.
She drank half of it before she set it on the table next to the bed. “Thank you. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was.”
He lay back on the bed and adjusted the pillows behind him. “You’re welcome. I drank two glasses, so I figured you were thirsty.”
She rested on her side, facing him. “Where did you grow up? Before you said your family moved here for Dani.”
He chuckled. “Until I was fifteen, we lived in a place called No Nuts.”
“What?” She laughed. “You’re lying.”
He held up his right hand. “Swear on my bike. It’s a little town in Ohio, about an hour from Cincinnati.”
“Why is it called No Nuts?”
“Well, the story goes there was a nut farmer—”
“A nut farmer?” she asked.
“I don’t know what else to call him,” he said. “Anyway, there was a guy who grew nuts—walnuts and pecans. One day, he called the local police to report a crime.”
“Someone stole his nuts?”
He mock-glared at her. “Can I tell the story?”
“Sorry. Please go on.”
“As I was saying, he called the local police to report someone had broken in and ruined all his nuts. Turns out a family of squirrels had nested in his nut cellar and had been eating his nuts all winter. When the police told him there wasn’t anything they could do, he shouted, ‘But I ain’t got no nuts!
’ And that’s how the town got its name.”
Abby laughed. “That story can’t be true.”
Tinker shrugged. “I don’t know if it is or not, but that’s the local folklore. I’ve heard stranger things.”
“How long were you in the Marines?” she asked.
“About six years, give or take,” he said.
“That must have been tough.”
“It was, but it was what I needed to do at the time.”
“You must have been young when you went in,” she said.
“I enlisted as soon as I could.”
Her brows furrowed. “What about Dani? Did she go with you?”
They were getting into uncomfortable territory. He wasn’t ready to share that information yet. “She lived with a family friend until I was out of the Marines.”
Abby got quiet. He didn’t mean to shut her down, but he couldn’t talk about what’d happened. Not there, naked in his bed after some of the best sex of his life. It was an ugly story, and he didn’t want to dirty their time together. Telling her would lead to more questions.
Thankfully, she moved on. “Um…so…the straps.”
He grinned. “I was wondering if you’d get around to asking.”
“Is that something you do a lot?”
Shifting onto his side to face her, he propped his head on his hand. “Do you mean am I in the BDSM lifestyle?”
She shrugged, toying with the edge of the sheet. “I guess.”
“We had a job a while ago that introduced me to BDSM. I was curious so I did some research, went to a couple of munches, kind of like introductions to BDSM, and got invited to some private parties. I tried both sides—dominating and being dominated. I figured out pretty quick I wasn’t fully into it.
I like to get kinky but tied and up blindfolded is about as far as I like it. ”
“You’ve never done any hardcore BDSM?”
“No. I like to watch, but I can’t give up full control, and I don’t want to take it.” He brushed a strand of hair over her shoulder and trailed his fingers down her arm. “What about you? Are you into it?”
She hunched her shoulders. “I’m not sure. I’ve read about it in romance books, but I’ve never tried it. I’d never even been tied up before now.”
“But you enjoyed it?” Had he gone too far too fast? Should he have just stuck to the blindfold and left the straps out of it?
“Mm-hmm.”
“I can’t tell if that’s a ‘let’s do it again mm-hmm’ or ‘I’m calling the cops as soon as I get my clothes on mm-hmm.’”
She dropped her head onto the pillow. All he caught were some mumbled words.
“What?”
Her chest expanded as she drew in breath. She lifted her face away from the pillow. “Let’sdoitagainandmaybesomeotherstuff.” She dropped her face back into the pillow.
He grinned because she couldn’t see him. “What kind of other stuff?”
She mumbled into the pillow again.
“Abby, you have to turn over—I can’t understand you.”
She rolled onto her back but covered her face with her hands. “Maybe some anal play?”
Immediate erection. Well, hot damn. He leaned across her and clicked on the lamp next to the bed.
“Why did you turn the light on?” she asked.
“I want to see how red your skin is getting,” he admitted.
“Oh god.” She pulled the sheet up over her head and tried to burrow beneath the covers.
He tried to pull the sheet from her head, but she had a death grip on it. “Oh, no, you don’t. We’re going to talk about doing butt stuff.”
“Don’t say it like that!”
He changed tactics and pulled the sheet over his head, so he was under the covers with her. “How should I say it? Just come right out and say you want me to fuck you in the ass?”
Her gasp about sucked all the air out of the room. “Not right now!”
He couldn’t hold it in anymore and rolled onto his back, laughing.
“Stop laughing!” She sat up, pulled the covers off his head, and smacked him in the face with a pillow.
That made him laugh harder. He grabbed the pillow and rolled over on top of her with it smooshed between them. One more chuckle escaped.
“I will gladly fuck you in the ass anytime you want me to, but I get the feeling you’ve never done that before.” He pulled the pillow from between them, not giving her a chance to roll away.
She shook her head. “Everything I’ve done has been very vanilla.” Her fingers glided softly over his arm, and he knew she was tracing the tattoos.
Moving his hips so his cock was nestled right in the center of her, he rubbed back and forth. God, he loved that hitch in her breath. Her lips parted and he took advantage, sliding his tongue in deep and slow.
Abby wrapped her arms around his shoulders and raised her legs to bracket his hips. She moaned deep in her throat, and his cock pulsed. He circled his hips just enough to shift back and forth. She was wet again and the temptation to slide into her was almost overwhelming.
Almost, but he didn’t. They needed to be safe, and he’d glove up until they discussed what she was comfortable with.
He grabbed another condom from the drawer next to his bed, quickly sheathed his dick, and settled back between her legs. He wanted to work her up even more. Abby had been so responsive during foreplay the last time, he knew she’d come quickly if he could get her close enough.
“What else are you interested in? Nipple clamps?” He pinched one nipple between his fingers and sucked hard on the other.
Her sharp intake of breath told him that was definitely a yes.
“What about spanking you with my hand while I’m fucking you in the ass? How about a butt plug while I fuck you?”
She grunted deep in her throat and squeezed his ass while rubbing against his cock. His Abby was a dirty, dirty girl.
“Role play?” He thumbed her clit softly. “I can be the naughty student in detention.”
Abby reached between them and palmed his sac, rolling it gently like a set of chime balls. It was his turn to groan.
“Christian. I need you to fuck me now.” She grasped his shaft firmly and guided the tip to her core.
He grinned against her mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”
He slid into her in one smooth motion and immediately withdrew halfway.
She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers.
Their kiss involved a lot of tongue and sucking, mimicking the motion below.
He kept a steady pace, in and out, pressing hard and as deep as he could with each thrust. Her muscles clenched around him, grasping at him, unwilling to let him go each time he pulled back.
“God, Abby. You feel so fucking good.” He shortened his strokes, almost there. His orgasm was building, the tension taking hold at the base of his cock. Sliding his hand between them, he coated his fingers in their juices and slid his arm under her to finger her ass. Not deep. Just pressing.
And she shouted as she came, clamping down on him so hard he could barely move. So he buried deep and rotated his hips while he shouted his own release into her hot, open mouth. They weren’t even kissing at that point. Just panting into each other’s mouths.
Damn. He’d never been so close to a woman before. Physically or…like this. As he became aware of things around him again, other than Abby, he felt her fingers tracing up and down his back.
“Yes, to the butt plug,” Abby said. “Especially if it vibrates.”
Fucking hell. It was a long time before they got back to sleep.