Chapter 4 Truce #2
Is she trying to convince herself or me? Rather than egg her on, I decide to keep the conversation casual and give her a reprieve.
“I’m sure it’s nice, since you’re not around it every day. But you’re lucky to have mountains in your backyard. That drive to Big Sky is amazing.”
“Yeah, but it’s easy to take the beauty for granted when you’ve lived around them your whole life. Honestly, I’m drawn to the ocean more at this point.”
“Makes sense. I don’t know that I’d want to be landlocked. But I’m too busy with work at this stage in my life to be attracted to either.” I shrug.
“The only thing you’re attracted to is women, right?”
I chuckle. “If that was supposed to be a dig, you have major room for improvement.”
She shakes her head. “Nope. Just a statement of fact.”
“True, but you can’t tell me you’re not interested in men.” I mock with a raise of my brow.
“I am, but it’s different. I’m not into one-night stands or becoming a notch on some guy’s bedpost. I want something meaningful like my parents have.”
“How do you plan on finding that if you’re unwilling to put yourself out there and date?”
“I didn’t say anything about not dating. Obviously, it’s part of the process, but it doesn’t require sleeping with everyone. And if that’s what a guy expects, they’re not the one for me,” she says haughtily.
“Well, I’m here to tell you you’re missing out. Besides, you’re too young to be settling down.”
Her mouth drops open in disbelief. “I am not. If anything, I’m way behind. My parents were just out of high school when they got married and had kids.”
I grunt at her statement. That’s the most ridiculous notion I’ve heard. “You know, statistically speaking, 50% of marriages end in divorce, the leading cause being infidelity. Wouldn’t you rather reduce the temptation later by sowing your oats before you limit yourself to one man?”
“Is that what you’re doing, or will you be in such a habit of sleeping around that you won’t ever be able to stay faithful?”
My blood boils immediately. “I would never cheat, and I think anyone who does is scum,” I spit out.
She feigns shock. “We finally agree on something. Should we document it?”
Her sarcasm and adorable smile instantly cooled my anger. “We could seal it with a kiss.” I wink.
She puffs out a breath. “I have seriously never met a more tenacious person.”
“I didn’t make partner at my firm by being a pushover.”
“I suppose not. So why did you decide to become a divorce attorney anyway?”
“You heard a lot about my job earlier, so it’s your turn.
How is real estate working out?” I ask, redirecting the conversation.
I’m not about to fill her in on the shit that went into my career choice.
My childhood was less than ideal, and no one wants to hear the sad story of growing up penniless, without a father.
Not many people know about my shitty upbringing, because it’s best left in the past.
“It’s good. I’m helping Cici finish up a few of her deals, so I’m a little busier than usual, but that’s okay. With Cici gone, I’ve had more time on my hands anyway.”
“How long have you been doing it?” I fire off the next question.
“I started as a receptionist at a real estate firm right after high school and was hired as an assistant by an agent in the office about a year later. I got my license three years ago.”
“And it pays the bills?”
She smiles cutely. “That’s a bit personal. Is that your way of asking if I’m successful?”
“Guilty as charged.”
“It’s lucrative. I’ve partnered with a few builders who work with me exclusively to list their properties, so I’m not a struggling agent who’s barely making it.
I’ve also built up a referral business, plus it helps to be in my hometown with old friends from high school who are starting to buy houses. ”
“Are you in love with being a realtor?”
She considers it before answering. “I wouldn’t say that since I’m not sure I want to do it forever.”
“What else are you interested in?”
“Getting married and having a family.”
“Ahhh,” I draw out slowly. Here’s the crux of our differences.
“What? You sound like that’s a bad thing.”
“I don’t know that that’s the right word for it, but it’s definitely not something I’m anxious to do anytime soon.”
“Right. Because you’re too egotistical to be responsible for anyone else, not to mention you’d have to limit yourself to one woman. Oh, the horror,” she teases.
“I actually prefer my focus to be on one woman… at a time.” I smirk and wag my brows, then lower my voice to ask, “Would you like to be on the receiving end of that focus?”
In the blink of an eye, water is flying at me. “Does that answer your question?” she asks with a giggle.
“You won’t be laughing in a minute,” I say, wiping the water from my face.
She continues to laugh until I lunge, causing her to squeal, “I take it back. I’m sorry.” She tries to get away in vain.
“Oh, you’ll be sorry, all right.” I wrap my arm around her middle and bring her onto my lap. Probably not the brightest idea I’ve had, but too late, because there’s no way I’m letting go now that I have her. So much for sticking to nice.
The minute she realizes her precarious position, she stills.
I’m sure she can feel my raging hard-on right under her ass.
Only one thing comes to mind when that mouth is inches from mine.
With no hesitation, I pounce, reaching my hand around the back of her neck, and pulling her toward me to seize the moment.
Oh fuck. She’s as luscious as I imagined. Soft, pliable, plump, and the most kissable fucking lips I’ve ever felt. She’s stiff at first, caught off guard, but returns the kiss within seconds. I squeeze her neck and angle my head, putting enough pressure into my lips to spread hers open for a taste.
The groan that escapes my mouth is feral, and I’m a goner for lifting the lid on Pandora’s box. If I don’t have this girl coming on my lap within minutes, then I’m losing my touch. My tongue begins a cautious dance as a rhythm is established.
I grab her hips and pull her tighter into me, her ass rubbing against my dick. Fuck, I need to feel her pussy and make her fall apart.
Trailing my mouth along her jaw while maintaining a firm grip on her neck, I whisper sensually into her ear. “Damn, baby, you’re so fucking sexy.” I lick and suck, and am rewarded with whimpers of desire.
“You feel so damn good. But I’m about to make you feel even better.” I knead her ass and devour her neck as she pants in desperation and mewls with need.
My hand comes around to her stomach, quickly dipping into her swimsuit without resistance from the firecracker on my lap. The fuse has been lit and is about to be detonated. Before I know it, my fingers are grazing the tuft of hair above her mound.
I return to her lips, swallowing her gasp when my fingers find her clit and begin to circle it.
She moans deliciously into my mouth.
“That’s right, baby. Let me take care of you,” I breathe into the kiss, reaching farther south and pressing my fingers against her opening.
Her hips buck into my hand. “Fuck yeah. Spread your legs for me.” I nudge her thigh with my wrist, and she complies, splaying her legs to give me access.
“That’s it, such a good girl.”
Her answering whimper tells me she enjoys the commentary.
My mouth travels back to her neck as she stretches for more, and her hips start rocking, seeking friction. I won’t make her beg… this time. Beginning with one finger, I slowly penetrate the tightest fucking hole on the planet.
“Come on, Mouse, relax and let me in.” I work it in and out with small movements until I’m as far as I can go and push a little harder.
“Oh my God,” she moans.
“You like that, baby?” I ask as I move in and out a few more times. “Think you can take another?”
Her plea in response is all the answer I need to add a finger. Fuck, she’s tight as hell. With my middle two fingers stretching her out, I rub her clit with my thumb as her hips go wild.
“Damn baby, your pussy feels so good.”
The last thing I want to do is silence her, but it’s probably necessary, since she’d be mortified if anyone heard us, so I claim her mouth again.
Her walls begin to pulse, leaving no doubt she’s close.
To finish her off, I press in deep and curl my fingers to flick her G-spot, which sends her into orgasm bliss.
She squeezes my arm hard enough to draw blood as she rides it out.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so sexy, fucking my hand, coming on my lap. I bet you taste like heaven.”
Her entire body melts in my arms, and her muscles relax moments later.
I slowly withdraw from between her legs while wishing to God we weren’t in the hot tub so I could lick my fingers clean and find out if she’s as sweet as I imagine. Shit, that was hot. My little mouse has a bit of a minx in her. Taking her by surprise may be the key to unlocking that side.
“Did you enjoy having my focus, Mouse?”
The minute the words come out, she flinches. Miss Uptight just reentered the building.
“Oh my God.” She practically leaps from my lap and scrambles to the other side. “I… that… we shouldn’t have done that.”
“We didn’t do anything, but as for what I did? You seemed to enjoy it. I sure fucking did, and that orgasm says you did too, so cut the innocent act. You wanted it, babe. Hell, you came in less than three minutes flat.”
“I’m going to bed. Don’t mention this to anyone or get any ideas about it happening again.”
“Come on, Mouse, don’t be that way. We’re both adults here.”
She’s out and wrapping the towel around her, already heading toward her room.
Damn this girl. How can she be so sensual one second, only to shut down in the next? I’m not sure what her problem is, but someone needs to loosen her up. Sounds like the perfect goal for the weekend.
“Good night,” she calls over her shoulder before rounding the corner.
And that’s the end of that. For now, anyway.
Currently, my only concern is handling the predicament I’ve been left in. I’m lucky no one else is around to witness the raging fucking boner I’m walking back with. Remembering the feel of her ass grinding on top of my cock a minute ago is enough to break me.
Luckily, it takes no time at all to make it inside the room and hang my wet shorts in the shower.
I’m lying face up on the bed, hand working my cock while I envision that sexy-as-fuck climax play out.
The way her body bowed and convulsed on my lap.
Her moans of pleasure as her pussy squeezed the hell out of my finger, pulsing through her orgasm.
What tips me over the edge, though, is imagining my cock deep inside as she shatters around it, calling my name. Feeling her tight walls milk me dry. Fuuuuck. Cum shoots out as I squeeze tighter and pull, prolonging the pleasure.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. That’s two fucking times in two fucking days over the same fucking girl. What the hell is happening to me?