Chapter 28
Since Hunter had left me sobbing on the steps of my hotel, I’d had six days of hell. Not even an evening shopping with Lolita had cheered me up. When I’d told her about him taking my diary and explained the extent of the intimate details I’d put in there, she’d burst out laughing.
I, however, failed to see the funny side, and she’d apologized about a dozen times since.
I’d tried ringing Hunter twice a day, every day since last Friday, but he didn’t take any of my calls.
Why would he?
What I’d done was despicable, and I didn’t deserve anything less. All the crazy messages I’d left probably had me sounding like a complete lunatic, too.
Even working the day shift had quickly lost its gloss. It was two days before Christmas, and I’d officially hit rock bottom. When I’d started my year-long challenge, I’d only considered me and my stupid libido.
I’d never thought about what my actions would do to the men I’d lured into my trap.
After fifty-two weeks and many wonderful men, only one man was left standing . . . Henry.
As I stewed over this result, I recalled my discussion with Aunty Ann, where she’d lost the love of her life because she’d never voiced her feelings for him. If I’d told Hunter my feelings, would that have changed what happened?
It squeezed my heart to acknowledge that I’ll never know.
The phone rang, snapping me from my tumbling thoughts. I forced happy into my voice and picked up the handset. “Welcome to the Hot Horizon Hotel. This’s Jane, how can I help you?”
“Jane, it’s Henry.”
“Henry!” His timing offered my heartbreak a glimmer of reprieve.
“How come you’re answering the phone? You normally finish at six-thirty.”
“I got a promotion—I’m now the day manager.”
“Congratulations, that’s wonderful news. Does that mean you have tonight off?”
I smiled. “Yes, it does.”
“Well, if you’re not busy, would you like to spend the evening with me?”
“I’d be delighted.”
He chuckled, and it was so lovely that, for a brief moment, I forgot all about my shattered heart. “In that case, I’m flying in at three. You could come to my room at sunset if you like?”
“Sounds perfect.”
“Do you know which room I’ll be in?”
“Hang on, I’ll check.” I put the phone down, and with a spring in my step, I walked to the back counter to grab the check-in cards. Flicking through them, I tugged out Henry’s and went back to the phone.
“You’re in room eleven.” The penthouse must’ve already been booked.
“Okay, I’ll see you soon.”
“Oh, I almost forgot why I rang. Is it possible to have a late checkout tomorrow?”
“Hang on, let me see.” I scanned the computer for tomorrow’s schedule. “The latest we can do is midday. Does that suit you?”
“That’s great. Thank you, see you soon.”
After we said goodbye, I flopped onto the reception chair and plonked my head on the table. Once again, Henry had saved me, and a lovely glow warmed my heart at the prospect of seeing him later.
But my heart also had a dark cloud smothering it from my breakup with Hunter, and I wondered if it would ever be the same again.
I didn’t want to look back on this year with regret. I’d had an incredible twelve months; I’d met amazing men, and as I turned my focus to Hunter and Henry, I could even admit I’d fallen in love.
Was it possible to feel strong emotions for two men?
Before this year, I would never have thought so.
The minutes ticked over to lunchtime, and as I nibbled on a protein bar and sipped green tea, my brain flicked between visions of Hunter and Henry.
People came and went across the lobby, all smiling and laughing as they embraced the fabulous summer weather and the holiday festivities that gripped the coast. This time of year was meant to be fun, and I wanted to slap myself over my depressing mental debate.
This year was fun.
I sat up in my chair and forced my brain to focus on everything good and fun about this year. First was the sex. Before this year, the minimal sex I’d experienced had been for a man’s enjoyment.
Not anymore, though.
Sex was now about me, for my pleasures, and after what I’d learned, I was going to ensure I experienced that forever.
Second was the men. I’d met many, many incredible men.
And not just the guys I’d seen more than once. There were also the one-night stands. Before this year, I’d firmly believed casual sex was not for a girl like me.
Boy, had I been wrong. If I hadn’t challenged that silly notion, I wouldn’t have met Luke Stone, my one-legged fashion designer, or Maxwell Bradford, my Dreamy Doctor, or Cameron Jax, the wedding planner who’d left my hotel much happier than when he’d arrived.
And then there were the guys I’d seen twice. My guitarist Mason Cole, and Dontrel Lewis, my Jamaican drummer who was hung like a horse.
With a giggle, my mind flashed to Frankie Cunningham, my beer brewer, and the horsey puns he’d brought with him. I also had lovely memories of some notable days in the year.
Valentine’s Day may never be the same after my nude drawing session with Blade Nichols, and my birthday may be impossible to top after my beach picnic with Clayton, followed by my rooftop tango with Sebastien De Marco.
In addition to the sex and the men, this year had also brought about a better work/life balance. My promotion had come out of the blue, and after some deep soul-searching over the prospect that I could have lost my job, I was glad I hadn’t.
I have always believed in things happening for a reason. My close calls with Needledick in my Memphis disguise had been stressful, but if he hadn’t seen me, the incredible events that led to my promotion may never have occurred.
Because of fate, I’d met Henry, and Hunter, and Billy, Corben, Clayton, and David Lawson, and all the other wonderful men that had helped transform me into the confident, empowered, and, dare I say, sexual diva I am today.
I giggled again. Sexual diva . . . yep, that’s me.
By the time the end of my shift approached, I was feeling a lot better. By the time I began dressing for my suave tutor, I was ready to show him just how much sexual diva I had. Henry brought out the best in me, and I was so ready to have all my best bits teased into a climax that rocked my world.
I wanted this night to be fun and sexy, and although I had no doubt it would be, I wanted to make sure it was memorable for both of us. So, as Henry hadn’t seen it yet, I decided on my cheeky nurse uniform.
I went all-out with it. . . sexy red lace bra and matching G-string, fishnet stockings, and a pair of d’Orsay glossy red court shoes with a killer heel and ankle strap dotted with silver studs.
The shoes had been a purchase made during my post-Billy breakup shopping spree with Lolita. Their price had been slashed by sixty percent.
I reflected on my earlier thoughts about fate.
If I hadn’t broken up with Billy and gone shopping with Lolita, I may never have seen these shoes. It was a shallow thought, but as this was the very last chapter in my sexual challenge, I wanted to focus on all the positives.
I wanted the best night ever, and with Henry as my final man, I believed it would be.
But although I was sad my challenge was over. I was glad too. It was time to look to my immediate future. A future without Memphis.
A future where I was Jane.
Confident, sexy, empowered Jane.
I scrutinized my reflection and saw the sexual diva I’d become. Reaching into my bra, I plumped up my boobs and tugged my zipper down a fraction to show off more cleavage.
Now I was a smokin’ hot sexual diva. My smile was huge as I glided on my favorite Bobbi Brown retro red lippy. I tugged on my trench coat, grabbed my bag, and headed out the door.
Not having Needledick to worry about was a blessing, but I did acknowledge that I looked rather strange in my trench coat in the middle of summer. I only had to go to the floor below, so hopefully I’d make it to Henry’s door unnoticed.
I did. And outside his room, I removed my coat, draped it over my arm, pulled back my shoulders, thrust my boobs forward, rolled the zipper down my cleavage even more to show a tease of the red lace bra, and knocked.
My heart pulsed a steady beat as I waited out the silence, but when my suave tutor opened the door, and his jaw dropped, the beat skipped to a funky dance.
Henry was in a casual yet stylish plain white button-up shirt that had a couple of buttons undone at the top, and he wore it out over khaki chinos. I was reminded once again, that Henry was a man who was at the top of his game, and it was delightful to be here with him.
“Who do we have here?” His cheeky grin was stunning.
I curtsied. “Nurse Jane, at your service.”
I strode past him, trailing my fingers over his chest, and walked to the table. I folded my coat over the back of a chair, tossed my bag onto the glass tabletop, and when I turned, my breath caught at how magnificent Henry was. My suave tutor was all class. His smile was stunning as he strolled to me, but most of all, it was his eyes that captured my attention as they devoured me with their intensity.
When his hand caressed my hip, I melted beneath his touch. As he reached for the zipper nestled between my breasts, his tongue glided across his bottom lip, leaving moisture in its wake. He pulled the zipper down an inch, revealing more of my lingerie. His eyes bounced up from my boobs and met mine.
His pupils were huge, just about swallowing his light blue irises and highlighting the intensity that simmered below the surface.
He curled his fingers around my neck, and I tilted my head back slightly, parted my lips, closed my eyes, and silently begged him to kiss me.
A heartbeat later, my wish was granted. It wasn’t the usual gentle Henry kiss—this one was heated, loaded with passion as our tongues probed each other. I reached for his chest, found his pecs, and flicked my thumbs over his hard nipples.
We eased apart, and I turned my attention to his neck and sucked his earlobe into my mouth.
“Oh, Jane,” he whispered.
He tugged my zipper, and I pulled back from his neck, eager to watch his eyes as he gradually revealed my body. The fabric burst apart with each inch he lowered it.
He paused at my belly button, leaned in, and as he ran his tongue over the mounds of my beasts, I clawed my nails through his hair and closed my eyes.
This very simple move captured me in so many ways. Henry was a master at taking me to another world. My flesh came alive, ignited with passion.
Gliding my hand down his torso, I ran my fingers over the bulge in his pants. Henry reached into my bra and eased my left boob over the lace. It was a little uncomfortable but totally worth it when he sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I glided my palm up his cock, enjoying the feel of it growing and stiffening beneath my touch.
He groaned and stepped back. “Jane.”
“Yes.” I tugged my lip into my mouth and slowly released it.
“I have a little Christmas present for you.”
“Oh.” I covered my mouth at the awkwardness. “I didn’t buy you anything.” Now I felt even worse that Hunter was the only man I’d bought a gift for.
He walked to the kitchen counter. “Oh, don’t worry. This one is for both of our pleasures.” He returned with a hand-sized gift wrapped in red paper with a white satin bow and placed it in my palm.
I couldn’t help but smile at his cheeky grin. “I like the sound of that.” The mischievous look on his face made me wonder if this was part of another lesson.
“Open it.”
I tugged the ribbon and let the satin tumble to the floor as I tore open the paper. Inside was a little black box that was held down with a magnetic clip at the front. I pulled on the magnet and raised the lid to reveal what looked like a silver bullet nestled in the red velvet.
I frowned. “Ummm, what is it?”
“It’s called a TingleTip. I thought we could have a little fun together.”
Grinning, I plucked the silver bullet from the casing. It was about the size of my little finger, a bit fatter though, and shaped like a bullet with a point at one end. At the flat end, it had just one tiny button.
“Press it,” Henry instructed.
I did and giggled when it vibrated. Laughing, I pressed it again, and it stopped.
The dazzle in Henry’s eyes showed his delight. Whatever he was about to show me, I was more than keen to find out.
He cupped my cheek. “You’re such a pleasure to watch.”
I leaned into his palm. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
My heart fluttered as he placed his hands on my cheeks and lowered his lips to mine. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, eager to taste him. As our breaths mingled, a delicious pulse trembled from my clit and rolled up my body. I glided my palm over the length of his cock, the hardness beneath confirmed how much he wanted me.
I wanted him, too. On me and in me.
With my finger on the button and with him still distracted by our dueling tongues, I pressed the silver bullet against the length of his cock and turned it on.
“Hey.” Henry jumped back, grinning. “What do you think you’re doing, madam?”
“Just getting a little buzz.”
He reached for it, and I gave it to him. If Henry was keen to show me something new, I was ready. It was crazy how much this man had taught me about myself. He could read both my mind and my body like a large-font book.
He slipped TingleTip into his pocket, and I pulled my best sad face.
“Oh, don’t worry. It’ll come out to play later.”
I over-exaggerated a smile. “Okay.”
Laughing, he grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. With his help, I launched onto the counter and sat with my legs apart.
He nestled his hips between my thighs. “Now, where were we?”
“I believe you were undressing me.” I wriggled my shoulders, making my boobs jiggle a bit.
“Hmmm, that’s right.”
He fed his fingers into my bra to release my other boob and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I placed my hands on the counter behind me and thrust my breasts his way, allowing him to do as he pleased.
Henry alternated his attention from breast to breast and switched between licking to sucking at random. His hands threaded up and down my inner thighs, each time edging closer to my pussy, and as I closed my eyes, my breathing grew deeper. Delightful pulses started at my clit and raced right through me.
My nipples were rock hard, aching. “Undress me.”
“Soon, my love.”
My love!Oh my god. Firecrackers shot through me at those two glorious words.
The teasing continued, his tongue over my breasts, his lips wrapped around my hardened nipples, and his hot breath whispering off my flesh as his fingers continued to inch closer and closer to their target.
My lips parted of their own will, and my breath came in short bursts as I savored the glorious orgasm building inside me.
Bracing myself with one hand, I drove my other through his hair and pulled him down to my boobs. His fingers finally touched my clit through my G-string, and I gasped and parted my legs, eager for more. I wanted to tear my clothes off; I wanted his fingers inside me; I wanted him inside me.
My flesh was on fire, but with each flick of his finger over my clit, the inferno racing through me got hotter. I couldn’t stand it a moment more and flopped back onto the counter. I reached down and hooked my hands beneath my knees, pulling them up and giving Henry full access to my pussy.
I was already lost to another world, but when a jolt of vibration hit my clit, I gasped as my orgasm released. My hot juices squirted over my G-string, over my fishnet stockings, and I couldn’t help it. I was on fire, and it took me a few moments to realize Henry had used the silver bullet to create that reaction.
Finally, he withdrew the TingleTip, and I just lay there, gasping for breath.
Henry came into the kitchen area behind me, and when he placed his hands on my cheeks, I opened my eyes to look at him upside down.
“Are you okay?” His concern, as usual, nearly brought me to tears.
“I’m not sure,” I said, and his eyes darkened. “I think you need to do that again just to be certain.”
He burst out laughing and leaned in to kiss me. Just a brief upside-down kiss on my lips. When he pulled back, I pushed up from the counter as he returned to his position between my legs.
I held my palm out. “Hand it over, mister.”
“What?”
“You know what. It’s my turn.”
His pupils bounced wider as he placed the bullet into my palm. I slotted the TingleTip between my boobs and with them so squashed in the bra so much, it easily stayed there.
It was time to get us both naked. “Can you take my shoes off, please?”
Henry removed my shoes, then I put my hands on his shoulders to ease him back and jumped off the counter. As I undid the buttons of his shirt, he thumbed his finger across my hardened nipples.
Anticipation sizzled between us.
I peeled his shirt open and glided my hands over his shoulders to remove it altogether.
As the fabric fell to our feet, he glided my zipper down and gave it a tug to release the dress completely. My nurse uniform spread apart, and Henry peeled it off the rest of the way, letting it drift to the carpet.
We took our time, taking turns to remove each other’s clothing, and soon we stood naked. The silver bullet fell to the floor with a hard thud, and we both ignored it as we ran our eyes over each other’s bodies.
His gaze was like flames licking heat all over me.
I stepped closer and cupped his balls, their size filled my palm. With each gentle caress, Henry sucked air between his teeth and his eyes glazed.
When I turned my attention to his solid cock, he clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut.
While he wasn’t watching, I fell to my knees, and the second I wrapped my lips around his swollen crown, he gasped and clutched my shoulders. I slid my lips down his shaft, taking him into my throat. As I glided back up, I rolled my tongue around his cock, and when I reached the crown, I clasped my hand around the base of his shaft and pushed my tongue into the slit at the head.
Henry gasped, put his hands beneath my armpits, pulled me to my feet, and wrapped his arms around me.
His cock prodded my belly, and he sucked air through his teeth as if fighting release. I loved that I’d caused that reaction.
A couple of heartbeats later, he guided me back to the bed. When my calves touched the mattress, I sat down, ready for his next instruction. He went to the bedside table, and as he kept his back to me, I assumed he was rolling on a condom.
My assumption was confirmed when he turned around. He made a detour to gather the silver bullet from the floor.
He then sat beside me, his cock a rigid flagpole between his legs. “Come here. I want you to sit on me.”
“Do you now?” I wrinkled my nose, acting all coy, but I was every bit as eager to fulfill his wish. I put my hands on his shoulders and raised my foot over his legs to straddle him.
“No. turn around.”
“Oh.” I turned with my back to him, and he placed his hands on my hips, guiding me in. I stood between his knees; the warmth of his chest nestled against my lower back. I reached down, put one hand on his knee, and wrapped my other around his cock, gliding my fingers up and down his shaft.
I went slowly at first, but as I increased my speed, I also alternated my attention between his cock and his testicles, taking my time with each. His balls were heavy, full in my hand as I squeezed and caressed them with a lover’s touch.
“Oh God, Jane.”
My name sounded so perfect, whispered off his tongue, so perfect, in fact, that the pulsing across my clit became impossible to ignore any longer. I bent my knees, lowering my pussy to the head of his cock, and just feeling it nudge my opening sent rockets through me. I gripped my hand around his cock and used the head of his cock to rub my clit, flicking it back and forth, over and over. My insides clenched, driving pulses from my sensitive bud to every nerve in my body.
Henry reached around my hip, and as I pleasured him, he joined in by thumbing my clit. Next second, the TingleTip came into play.
Vibrations shot through me. Incredible became mind-blowing.
I screamed as I came. My hot come dribbled over my hand, over his groin, yet I continued to rub his cock, and he continued to trigger the vibrations on and off in a random pattern that had me riding wave after wave of delicious pulses.
The squatting had my legs in a quivering mess, and I was gasping for breath by the time I finally stood up.
Henry wrapped his arms around me and trailed kisses across my shoulder blades. His hands glided from the sides of my torso to my waist and cupped my breasts. His touch was feather-light, trailing goosebumps in its wake. His exploration made my nipples so stiff they ached.
I put my hands over his, riding his explorations as his fingers continued to map my flesh.
He knew my body so well.
My breathing grew deeper, as did his. His hand glided down my torso, as did mine. And together, our hands cruised over my sex. His finger touched my clit, and the sensation was like a firecracker that nearly shot me forward. He retreated quickly and continued his study of my flesh.
He took his time, continuing his kisses across my back, and I closed my eyes and concentrated on our hands moving together. My body was alive, bristling with lust-fueled energy. My greedy pussy begged for attention too, and I bobbed up and down, tapping his swollen crown to my throbbing hole.
His hands roamed, he kissed my neck and sucked my earlobe, and his cock nudged my pussy with every bend of my knees. It was exquisite pleasure, and I’d love to continue it forever, but I couldn’t put off plunging that cock into me a moment longer.
I aimed his cock at my opening and drove him into me, ramming his length all the way.
Henry clutched my hips, digging his fingers in as I rose and lowered my hips in a wild, crazy drive to push his cock right up inside me. He went deep, really deep, slamming into something that begged for more.
Henry tensed, his fingers a vise on my hips, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t, and when he cried out, I screamed too and rode him like there was no tomorrow. As my boobs slapped together, an orgasm tore through me, great rolling waves of pleasure that felt so fucking good.
Gasping for breath and unable to rise up and down anymore, I sat on his lap and leaned back with my head on his shoulder, and with us still united as one, Henry wrapped his arms around me.
As I listened to his breathing gradually slow to normal, I relaxed into his embrace, feeling every bit at home.
When I stood, Henry excused himself and went to the bathroom. I lay on the bed on my side, waiting for him to reappear. The toilet flushed, and when Henry stepped from the bathroom, his cock swung from side to side as he strode to me. He crawled onto the bed and flopped onto his back with a huge sigh.
I wriggled upwards, placed my head on his shoulder, curled my leg up over his hip, and put my hand on his chest.
He trailed his finger over the back of my hand. “You’re lucky, you know?”
I raised my face and plonked my chin on his chest so I could look at him. “Because I found you?”
He laughed. “No, because you can orgasm.”
I smiled. “You make me orgasm.”
“No. It’s you. Trust me, not every woman can orgasm. They just don’t let their minds go so their bodies can take over.”
I frowned. “Well, that’s a shame.”
“It sure is. Watching you let go like that is one of the most amazing shows on earth.”
“Thank you.” I accepted his compliment just as he’d taught me.
He smiled, and a sense of knowing crossed between us. Henry pushed a lock of hair behind my ear, and my heart wept at how sweet and tender it was.
My mind flicked to Aunty Ann and her sadness over losing the man she loved because she was too afraid to voice it. I looked into Henry’s beautiful blue eyes. A smile curled on his lips, and I knew he felt the same. “I love you.”
He stiffened.
My stomach twisted at the expression on his face, and I instantly wanted to retract what I’d said.