Fletcher
I’ll save the edging for another time.
“Cool your jets, rockstar,” she said, laughter in her voice, as she appeared stark naked in the bathroom. “Sure there’s room in there for me?”
He nodded dumbly, looking her over. It wasn’t the first time he was seeing her naked, but he’d never seen this version of her and had to admit that his imagination had been lacking. She was still curvy in all the right places, dips and arches shaping her beautiful body. Her hips were a little fuller, thighs a little thicker; but that was all proof of the human she’d brought into the world.
His eyes did a slow survey of her soft brown skin—the dandelion still tattooed on her hip, the gentle folds, rolls of fat and breasts that he was certain would still fit perfectly into his hands. When his gaze lingered too long on her chest, a smile ticking at the corner of his mouth at the sight of her dark nipples pointing in different directions, Micah cleared her throat.
“My body is a whole lot different from what you remember.”
“A whole lot better is what I would say,” he said, his voice scratching against his throat at how beautiful this woman was. She was aware of her beauty and perfection, but liked to remind her as much as possible. He held a hand out and her face transformed with a grin and she took it, stepping into the shower with him. His fruit roll-up stained dick had been relaxed as he stood there, letting the cold water hit him, but with Micah in proximity, he was at attention again.
“Do you need help?” she asked, grabbing the soap and lathering it between her hands.
“Not with my cock, thanks.”
“Aw, why not? That’s my favorite part.”
He grunted and took the soap from her, lathering it up as well before setting it aside. He let his mind run through progression chords and the track listing from the first ever Rescuers album as he soaped up his cock. His only priority was getting the sticky residue off him, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to fuck Micah and that was not something that he was remotely okay with. He needed to fuck her.
“Fletch.” He hummed in response and opened his eyes to focus on Micah. “ I know I asked you already, but I can’t remember what we discussed because you were distracting me with your mouth.”
“I’m innocent,” he said, soapy hands held up with a not-so-innocent smile.
She snorted. “Would you like to spend Christmas with Emery and me?”
“Yes,” he said instantly, not even needing to think about it. The idea of spending the holidays with this woman and her kid set his soul on fire in the best ways possible.
“No Claus duty that day?”
“Never getting rid of that name, am I?” Sighing, he soaped up the rest of his body. “I work until Friday and I’m done for the year.”
“Okay.” She nodded, turned around and gestured to her back. “Soap me up?”
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“No more than you’re trying to kill me. Can’t believe you’re a fan of Christmas.”
He chuckled and dragged his soapy hands over her back, down her sides and hips, and over her ass. “You didn’t tell me why you don’t like the holiday.”
“I don’t know. There’s always so much false cheer, the music grates on my nerves and people spend so much money on gifts that we don’t need.”
“Ah,” he said, hiding his smile when Micah turned to look at him. “You don’t like the capitalism of the holidays.”
She shrugged and set her hands on his chest, smirking playfully. “But I have to admit that seeing you as Santa tonight might have changed my mind a little.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
“Absolutely. In fact, the Santa Kink is a long standing thing in romance novels.”
“I’d prefer if it was a Claus kink,” he countered, hating himself a little for even using the dumb name Jensen started and Micah picked up.
“Well, you’re the only Santa I know, so sure.”
He laughed and leaned in to kiss her softly. “Thanks, that’s very comforting.”
Laughing with him, she poked his stomach and then pulled back to smooth down her wet hair. “Now I set up Christmas every year for Emery, because I won’t be a Scrooge and take it away from her.”
“You’re a good mother, Mick. I hope you know that.”
Her face softened slightly. “I do my best, but I’m also lucky to have a fantastic kid.”
“You’re responsible for a lot of that, in case you didn’t know.”
“I know.” She tugged him under the water with her. “I can’t imagine my life without her anymore, even though for so many years, being a mom wasn’t even at the top of my list.”
He remembered a ‘list’ of things she wanted to do in this lifetime. He’d teased her about it then, but if his memory served, she’d achieved a lot of it and then some.
“Remind me of what was on that list.”
She narrowed her eyes, like she knew remembered what she’d put down. But she still obliged him. “Travel the world, tour with my favorite band, fuck a rockstar, get my dream job, drive a truck, get a tattoo,” she said, sticking her arm out to show off her gorgeous collection of random art. “Fall in love, get my heart broken…you know the usual.”
“I remember there being more,” he reminded her.
“Obviously, it was like two sides of a notebook page.”
smirked and turned off the water, grabbing a towel for Micah and one for himself. “Who broke your heart?”
“My parents,” she admitted softly. “Twice, actually. Once when I got pregnant and then when I was divorced, they shut me out for a long time. They were disappointed and confused, but mostly they didn’t know how to respond to everything I was going through.”
“I’m sorry, Mick.”
Nodding, she dried her hair and then patted her body down before wrapping the towel and knotting it on the side. “We’re okay now. There are moments of tension, but they love Em and I think they deal with me because of her.”
“You see them often?”
“One holiday a year, at the very least.” Micah walked out of the bathroom, fingers dragging through wet curls.
watched her as he finished drying his hair and wrapped the towel around his waist. When he walked out, he smiled at her folding their clothes and setting everything aside. It reminded him of the way she’d cleaned up his hotel room all those years ago—making sure not a single crumb or piece of clothing was out of place.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
He shook his head, sitting on the edge of his bed. “When I woke up alone that morning in my hotel room, the place was spotless. Like housekeeping had come through while I was asleep.”
She looked at the T-shirt in her hands and laughed. “It’s always been something I did. My brother was messy, my ex was messy, my roommate in college was messy and now my kid is messy. Picking up after people is kinda my thing.”
“That’s not a bad thing to have.”
She set all their clothes aside and dropped beside him on the bed, her chin resting on his shoulder. “I’d rather we do some thing else.”
“Are you still the adventurous type?” he asked.
Micah smirked, looking up at him through her lashes as a finger seductively traced the lines of tattoos on his biceps. “Depends on the adventure.”
His head spun with all the things they could do together. It wasn’t even that he’d experimented a whole lot, but there had been a few women before and after his marriage that tried things with him. had always been happy to take whatever they gave him, learning from them and returning the favor the best he could. But never in his life had he been the one to initiate something like that. Then again, never in his life had he ever felt this way about anybody before.
“Blindfolds?” he whispered, sliding an arm around Micah’s waist. When she nodded, batting her eyes at him, he continued. “Ice cubes?” A shiver ran through her and she shifted to straddle one leg. “Hot wax?” Micah hesitated and then shrugged, bottom lip tucked between her teeth. “Vibrators?” She nodded slowly, pressing herself down on his thigh and he gritted his teeth.
“What kind of adventure is this?” Micah was breathless, her fingers curling into his arms as they held each other.
“A little bit of everything.”
“Have you done any of that before?”
He nodded, his eyes fixed on Micah’s. “Indulged in some sensation play before, yeah.”
“And you own a vibrator?”
This time, he dropped his eyes and blushed. Because the vibrator had been an impulse purchase. “Years ago, I met this woman who used one of her vibrators on me and it was…incredible.”
She rocked her hips against his thigh, drawing his attention to her dark gaze. “You want me to use it on you?”
“Maybe. But I was wondering if I could use it on you instead?”
Her eyes stayed on his and felt like she could see into his soul. “Yes, please.”
“Yeah?”
Nodding, she cupped his face in both her hands. “I’ll go any adventure with you, Fletch. As long as hot wax isn’t involved.”
He laughed, nodding as he leaned in to kiss her softly. Micah’s arms slid around his neck and she kissed him back, his hands moving around to grip her ass through the towel. When she rocked against him again, growled into the kiss and pulled away.
“Get comfortable, I’ll gather everything.”
She nodded, kissing him again before she reluctantly slid off his lap and crawled to the center of the bed. He forced himself to his feet and glanced over his shoulder to find Micah rubbing her thighs together.
“Quit stalling,” she teased, toying with the edge of her towel. “Or I’ll get started on my own.”
When he returned to the bedroom fifteen minutes later, the towel around Micah had ridden up and her legs were parted slightly. He swallowed back a growl at the sight of her pussy—pink, dripping and waiting for him. He moved further into the room and her eyes snapped to his, lifting her upper body onto her elbows as she watched him. It wasn’t like he was doing anything she wasn’t aware of, but he’d still draped a towel over the tray filled with the things he’d brought. set the tray on the bedside table and from the drawer pulled out the vibrator (still in its packaging), fuzzy handcuffs and a dark eye mask.
“Handcuffs too?”
“Only if you want to use them.”
She held her hand out and he set the fuzzy restraint in her palm. As Micah fiddled with it, he sat on the edge of the bed and opened the vibrator. Even before he knew she’d ask for it, held the bright pink device out to Micah and they shared a grin. While she touched and explored the two toys, lowered the lighting and connected his phone to the hidden bluetooth speakers he’d set up in his room. The soft sounds of Steely Dan filtered through and she looked up at him with an arched eyebrow.
“If we use the handcuffs, do I need a safe word? Maybe cactus.”
“Sure,” he said with a chuckle. “But nothing is going to hurt, I promise.”
“You won’t edge me either, right?” tilted his head and Micah flashed him an innocent smile. “What? I’m plenty adventurous.”
“I’ll save the edging for another time.”
“Good. Now, get restraining.” She handed the vibrator and cuffs back to him, then lay down again and undid the towel, spreading it out on either side of her. ’s tongue was heavy in his mouth as he took in her body. There were a few more tattoos he hadn’t noticed when they were in the shower together—a long line of words on the left side of her breast, what looked like a panda hanging from under the other breast. Of course this woman would have a collection of totally unrelated tattoos on her body.
As he watched, Micah raised her arms over her head and gripped the slats of his headboard. His breathing was unsteady and his heart was racing a mile a minute. When they were talking about it, he convinced himself he was in charge. But he should have known that there was no way Micah wouldn’t be calling all the shots. She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows and he nodded. Pressing one knee into the bed, he leaned over her and cuffed her wrists, but didn’t attach the cuffs to the headboard.
“Now what?”
“Mask,” he said, tugging it over her head, making sure it didn’t snag in her hair. He let the mask rest on her forehead so she could still see him. “You sure about this?”
“I trust you, Fletch.”
“Okay. I’m going to lower the mask and uh…”
“Drive me absolutely wild with whatever is on that tray?” she asked softly, her brown eyes sparkling at him.
“I love you, Mick.”
“Love you too, Fletch.”
He stared at her a moment longer, then kissed her before lowering the mask over her eyes. It was one thing to have someone do this to him, but to actually do it to Micah was so different. He knew that she trusted him and he also knew that because he was new to this, he would never overdo it. Besides, everything he brought upstairs would only make her feel really good. He uncovered the tray and tossed the towel to the floor, reviewing the items he’d picked—a set of his drumsticks, an ice bucket, a small bowl of caramel sauce, and of course the vibrator.
“Fletch?”
“I’m here, sweetheart.”
“Are you okay?” Micah was breathless.
“Admiring the magnificent beauty in my bed.”
She scoffed and even though he couldn’t see her pretty eyes, he knew she’d rolled them. When he increased the volume of the music slightly, Micah started to hum along, her hips moving to the song. The whole thing made him smile. He reached for the drumsticks, twirling them between his fingers before he tapped out a beat from the song on his thigh. He then dragged one stick down Micah’s body, from her collarbone, down between her breasts and to her belly button. She gasped, arching against the hickory wood he always used for his sticks.
With the tip of one stick, he circled her navel and used the other around a nipple. Micah groaned loudly, but swallowed it down by biting her bottom lip. Her nipples hardened to stiff peaks and put his entire focus on her breasts, making sure that his drumsticks were driving her wild. Smiling to himself, he lifted the sticks off and twirled them between his fingers before tapping out the beat to the song on her breasts. A choked laugh fell from her lips, before it turned into a moan as he used the tips to play with her nipples again.
Did every drummer dream of finding ways to pleasure their partner with their drumsticks or was that only ? Either way, watching her body respond to the way he teased her breasts with a tool he’d used for years got him going. He was already hard and aching, and he hoped that he would survive playing with her .
Dropping one drumstick to the bed, used that free hand to scoop up some caramel on a spoon. Doing his best not to drop any, he brought it over her body and tilted the spoon. The sauce dribbled onto her stomach and Micah’s body jolted. set the spoon down and leaned over to drag his tongue through the caramel, taking his time licking it all up. She moaned and whimpered, her body arching and hips lifting for more. He made sure to keep up teasing with the drumstick around her nipples, stimulating her in more ways than one.
“Fuck,” Micah muttered, moaning as he sucked a glob of caramel from her stomach, certain he was marking up her skin in the process too.
Sarah McLachlan’s “Sweet Surrender” started up, making him smile against her stomach. He dribbled more caramel, this time thin ropes around her nipples and between her breasts. straddled her legs, not putting any weight on her as he licked along the caramel trail. She arched up against him, cuffs rattling as she tugged. He dragged a hand up her arm, rubbing slow circles against her wrist with his thumb as he focused on licking every drop of caramel off her breasts.
“You’re killing me,” she moaned.
Instead of responding with words, he flicked his tongue back and forth across her nipple and then sucked it into his mouth. She cursed him, handcuffs rattling some more, and then to be an asshole he played with her nipple between his teeth. Micah cried out, hips bucking up against him and chuckled softly as he used his thumb to wipe up the last of the caramel sauce. Sticking his finger in his mouth, he shifted off Micah to wipe his hands.
“Come back,” she whined, stretching one leg out and bumping him in the side.
He gave her leg a squeeze. “You doing okay?”
“Yes. What else do you have for me?”
He opened the ice bucket and grabbed a cube. “This one might be a bit of a shock.”
Micah started to speak, but he set the ice cube right under her breasts and she whimpered, body arching as the cube slid down to rest on her stomach.
“Holy fuck,” she mumbled, quivering at the cold. He dragged the ice cube back up to her breasts and around each nipple, smiling as she squirmed under his touch. Every time he pulled away, she whined for more, so he obliged by adding another cube. Between her body heat and the temperature in the room, the ice was melting faster than he expected.
Popping a cube into his mouth, shifted between Micah’s legs and teased along her mound. Her hips canted, a low keening sound falling from her mouth as dragged the cube along the insides of her thighs. Micah’s legs parted some more and he almost swallowed the ice cube at the sight of her pussy bared to him. She was so fucking beautiful, it was almost unfair how perfect she was. Forcing himself to focus, he ran the ice along the inside of her other thigh while his fingers played with her seam.
“More,” she whispered. He popped the cube out of his mouth and gently rubbed it over her clit. Micah clearly liked that, because her hips thrust up eagerly. One to please, he slid it along her clit and down her seam until it melted against her.
“More?” asked, knowing what the answer would be already. She nodded and he obliged, grabbing another cube and rubbing it over her clit as his mouth worked her pussy, fingers spreading her open so he could taste her.
Her sounds, movements and reactions were everything he wanted and more. When the second cube melted, he used his mouth to tease her clit, warming her up as his fingers penetrated through her slit. Pumping two fingers into her, he sucked on her clit, sliding his tongue back and forth over the bundle of nerves as his fingers fucked her. Her hips practically levitated off the bed as he curled his fingers inside her, dragging the tips along her inner walls.
When he twisted his fingers and flicked at her clit with his tongue, Micah’s body tightened and she came hard, a gasping moan falling from her lips.
As her body settled back into the bed, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing, slid his fingers out of her and licked them clean. He moved over Micah and undid the cuffs, his fingers slowly massaging her wrists and the slight dents all the pulling and tugging had left behind. When he pushed the mask up to her forehead, Micah’s unfocused eyes blinked up at him.
“I think you broke me,” she mumbled and then burst into giggles, pressing her hands to her eyes. “In all the best ways, obviously.”
He tossed the cuffs and mask to the side and watched as she stretched her body slowly. “You might need another wash.”
“Yeah? What did you do to me anyway?” He nodded at the nightstand and Micah turned to glance at the items on the tray. “You know what…I had this fantasy once of being fucked by your drumsticks, so that’s pretty great. Except, I also realize now that there could be splinters and that would be unpleasant.”
He laughed and leaned over to kiss her shoulder. “I would never subject anyone to a drumstick fucking. That sounds painful.”
“Caramel?”
“Favorite taste in the whole world.”
Micah grinned and turned over to look at him. “What else tastes good?”
“You,” he whispered, tugging her into his arms. She snuggled into him, their faces inches apart and he nudged his nose against her jaw, inhaling the vanilla and lavender scent that followed her everywhere. “You’re better than anything I’ve ever tasted.”
“And yet, you covered me in sticky sauce.”
He grinned, his hands smoothing down her back as Micah’s fingers teased over his chest and stomach. “Payback for covering my dick in sticky shit.”
She snorted and turned her head to kiss him softly. “Totally worth it.” And then she was rolling out of bed, heading to the bathroom. At the doorway, she glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him. “You coming?”