by T Gephart
And while I was dealing with Ursula the sea witch and her many arms, Presley had made her way over to get a better view.
“Tibbs.” Her voice was ice cold, using the name we all did especially when she was pissed off. “Wasn’t expecting you tonight.” She smiled at the two ladies, both more handsy than was probably needed.
“Better I spend my money in your club than anyone else’s, right?” He winked at his sister, trying to smooth it over.
She rolled her eyes, not seeing a drink in front of him other than my half-consumed beer. “Well, then enjoy. And stay out of trouble.”
Her eyes glanced over to me, but she didn’t say anything, forcing a smile before walking off. It wasn’t even an angry walk, her measured steps taking her hot fucking legs away.
There was no need for an explanation. We weren’t dating and as far as sleeping together, well that was supposed to be stopping too. But whether or not she deserved one, didn’t matter. I wanted to give her one. To let her know that even if we weren’t a thing—which we weren’t—that I wasn’t some guy who went between women like a dog. Sure, I’d had my share of casual hook ups in the past, but nothing like Tibbs. I preferred if there was a connection, with nameless random sex making me feel weird. Maybe it was my upbringing, or maybe I just needed more than the physical release. And while I never really cared what people thought, with Presley, yeah, I fucking cared.
“Listen, it’s not going to happen.” I did my best not to shove the brunette out of my lap. “Tibbs, I’ll be back.”
Not bothering to give him any more than that, I stalked after Presley. She might have been wearing killer heels, but she could really move in them when she wanted to. My path was obscured by bodies, all of them in no hurry to get out of my way as I watched her brown curls disappear from sight.
“Looking for someone?” Raelle appeared, her hands landing on her hips.
The look on her face was enough to know she knew there was something between me and Presley. And considering she’d been the one to call Tibbs, she was partly responsible. “I’m not fucking around, Raelle. Why did you call Tibbs?”
“Because you two seem hell-bent on keeping away from each other. So, there you go.” She pointed in the direction I’d left Tibbs and his female friends. “But you can’t have it both ways. You want her, then go get her. You don’t, let her find someone else. She’s been dicked around plenty, she doesn’t need that from you.”
Raelle was maybe five-three, and would’ve been lucky to weigh one fifteen. But what she lacked in physicality she made up for in attitude, her intention to protect her friend, clear.
“I’m not dicking her around, we’re friends,” I answered, annoyed I had to justify myself to her.
She laughed, flipping me off. “Then go back to your posse, Leighton. Presley’s busy.”
Not giving me a chance to respond she left, heading back to the bar like the conversation hadn’t even taken place. Meanwhile, I was left in the middle of the floor surrounded by people I didn’t know and/or like.
Annoyed and determined to find Presley, I moved back where I knew her office was. There was a better-than-average chance that Bennett was going to stop me, but that was the risk I was willing to take.
Surprisingly, it was someone else.
Marcus.
He didn’t even speak, tipping his head and waiting for me to explain.
“I need to see Presley.”
“Does she want to see you?” he asked, drilling a hole in my head.
“Yes, she does.”
My voice had been calm but underneath I was itching to move the guy out of the way and get to her. I hated I had to do the song and dance every time, and that she was already neck deep in assumptions.
Marcus turned, knocking on Presley’s door. “Boss, you have a visitor.”
She didn’t respond, the click of the lock popping open as Marcus twisted the knob and held it ajar. He nodded to the door, waiting until I’d stepped through before closing it again.
I’d expected her to be seated, the huge desk of hers in the way, but she wasn’t. Her beautiful body was leaning against the wood, her long legs crossed at the ankle as her hands kept her steady. She looked fucking beautiful, her long hair covering her soft bare shoulders, and I was all out of steam. “Leighton, I’m not sure why you came in here, but it was unnecessary. You’re a big boy and you can do what you want. I’ll still drive home with you if that’s what you want, unless of course your plans have changed and then I’ll get a ride with Rae.”
Her voice didn’t crack, no anger or sign of jealousy, lacking the venom that I was sort of expecting. And, fuck me, if I wasn’t a little disappointed.
“I lied to you.” I shook my head, annoyed more at myself than anyone else.
Her eyes narrowed, the calm exterior showing its first sign of a crack. “What did you lie about?”
I moved closer, not even hesitating as I touched her chin. “That I’d be able to be this close and not touch you. I know you need a good guy right now, but I just can’t be him.”
My mouth went to hers, kissing her liked I’d wanted to when she first walked out in that dress, my hands yanking her from her perch on the desk and into my arms. She didn’t hesitate, kissing me right back as her fingers threaded through my hair.
It was primal, the urge to rip off our clothes and go at it right on the floor edging up my spine. I needed to touch her everywhere, to show her exactly how much I wanted her and how much my original idea sucked. “Fuck me,” I groaned, her body positioning against my hard-on as she settled between my legs.
The pressure was delicious, her hips rocking as she found exactly where she wanted me, a satisfied moan mumbled against my lips.
“You’re a good guy, Jared. But I want to fuck you too.”
Her usual control was missing, her hands locked around my T-shirt as she tried and failed to rip it off. I was positive having sex with her in that office was not a good idea but since we’d already established I was done trying to be the good guy, I couldn’t work up the energy to care.
Maneuvering us to her desk, I lowered her back on the edge. She kept rocking, trying to recover the friction she’d lost as I continued to fuck her mouth with everything I had.
“Yeah, right here?” I asked, my fingers moving between us and hiking up her dress. Her white satin panties were pressed against my crotch, her leg lifting on my hip to give me better access.
I took that as a yes, lifting my body from hers just long enough so I could push those panties down. I didn’t even bother taking them all the way off, letting them fall to the floor so they pooled around her ankles.
Her eyes widened as my fingers went right in for the kill, no hesitation as they circled her entrance and then plunged all the way in. She was hot and wet, clamping around me as her body shuttered, jutting her hips forward so I could get in deeper.
“Yes.” Her head tilted back as she arched, her breathy moans getting more desperate. “Please, yes.”
Trying to use the hand not buried inside her, my uncoordinated attempt to undo my belt and button was taking too long. “Give me a minute.” I kissed her, pulling out my fingers and undoing my pants.
Her eyes widened seeing my already hard cock as I yanked down my jeans and boxer briefs. I didn’t even bother getting them all the way down, pushing them below my hips and reaching for the condom in my back pocket.
Yeah, I might have intended not to fuck her, but I wasn’t completely delusional either. And on the chance I wasn’t as honorable as I was trying to be, I needed to be prepared. Present me was currently giving past me a massive high-five.
“Jared,” her hands went to my dick, jerking me off while I was trying to get on the condom, “fuck me already.”
“Jesus, Presley.” I was going to come in her hand if she didn’t stop. I’d been turned on for hours and now that I had the opportunity, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on. “Let me get this on.”
I ripped her fing
ers from around my shaft, sheathing myself as quick as I could, my eyes unable to stop looking at her.
She was beautiful, so fucking hot and ready for me, and if I thought for a second I’d be able to give all of that up, I was insane.
It was too effort to take off the rest of our clothes, positioning myself at her entrance as she rocked her hips. It was impossible to hold back, pushing into her in one swift thrust as I felt her tighten around me.
Man, it felt good. Tight and hot, and so fucking perfect I needed a second to just absorb it before I started moving again.
Greedy, needy moans escaped her lips, making my pulse spike, and suddenly not moving was no longer an option. “I want you, Presley. I want you so fucking much.”
My hips pistoned, chasing the high as my balls rose up tight. Her brown eyes flashed to mine, one hand planted on my chest while the other was at her side helping her balance.
I wasn’t gentle, dragging my length in and out of her, harder and faster with each swing. “You know how hard it was to see you in this dress and not touch you,” I grunted, unleashing the pent-up frustration I’d kept a lid on since she walked out wearing it. “Pure torture, Presley. Sweet, sexy, motherfucking torture.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be torture.” She arched into me. “I just like the dress.”
Whatever her reasoning was, I no longer cared, the dress the least of my concerns as her breathing got faster.
She was close. Hanging off the edge, needing the tiniest of pushes and I was more than happy to give it to her. I reached down between us, not a lot of space for my hand, and pressed my thumb against her clit. It was swollen and needy like the rest of her, her body reacting almost instantly on contact.
“Oh, Jared,” she breathed out, her hand against my chest fisting my T-shirt in desperation. “Yes, yes.”
My thumb circled, keeping the pressure tight against her as I continued to thrust.
She was right there, right there, her beautiful brown eyes opening wide as she let out a scream. She smacked her palm against her mouth, deadening the sound as I felt the tight squeeze followed by the gentle pulses down my shaft.
That was all it took, knowing she’d found her high giving me permission to find mine as I detonated into her. I couldn’t even stop, needing to tease every last drop of ecstasy from both of us as my dick continued to throb.
“I’ve never had sex in my office,” it came out in a pant, her eyes still wide, “but I couldn’t wait.”
“Baby, you think I could?” My lips brushed against hers, needing to kiss her some more. “I already told you I’ve been dying since we left your apartment. It took everything I had not to take you in my fucking car.”
She smiled, the thought of defiling my prized Stang, pleasing her. Or maybe it was because I’d finally come to my senses. Because just being her friend was no longer a choice.
My forehead pressed against hers, kissing her some more. “I want you. I want you tonight and tomorrow, and every night after that. You think we can make that happen?”
Her hand reached up tracing my jaw. “Yes. But is this going to be a friends-with-benefits kind of deal? Because I’m not ready to lose Leighton.”
“What are you talking about? I’m right here.” I laughed, slightly confused.
“No, you’re Jared. The sexy firefighter who makes me wet. Leighton is the sweet thoughtful guy who is my friend. And I kinda like both of them.”
“Presley, you’re making it sound like I have a split personality. I’m the same fucking person, and you’re not going to have to choose. You get it all, Baby.” I landed a playful bite on her bare shoulder, amused by her logic.
Guess I’d kind of done the same thing, seeing her as the sweet innocent sister of my best friend as well as the hot sex bomb who made me irrationally hard.
Giving her one last kiss, I slowly pulled out, holding my dick at the base. I discarded the condom, cleaned up and got myself back into my jeans while she did the same and fished her panties from the floor.
“You should probably go back out there. Tibbs is going to wonder where you’ve been.” Her panties dangled from her fingers, making no attempt to slip them back on.
Oh.
Fuck.
It wasn’t like I’d forgotten about Tibbs, or his lack of knowledge, but it was hard to think of anything other than Presley when she was standing in front of me. Probably how I was able to literally leave him at the table and then go fuck his sister. Still, while I was positive he wasn’t going to like it—the danger of a physical confrontation very real—I wasn’t going to run from it either.
“You want me to tell him? Because Presley, I will. I’ll go right out there and let him know.”
“Are you crazy?” She laughed, her eyes widening once she saw I was serious. “You know he’s going to be a complete asshole about it and cause a scene. I don’t want that at the club, especially not when I have a crowd. We should tell him, but we need to find the right moment. In the meantime, my life and who I’m sleeping with aren’t any of his business.”
Yeah, she had a point there. Tibbs wasn’t exactly known for being level-headed and reasonable, the audience not enough of a deterrent to stop the explosion.
“So we wait. I’m sure once everything cools down with Lewis and everything else, it won’t be so bad.” It was wishful thinking but there was no point losing any sleep over it in the meantime. Tibbs would have to get over it, and he had to know the last person on earth who’d disrespect Presley would be me.
“Agreed. You should probably go back to your little party.” Her brow rose, waiting for my response.
“You think that’s what I’m going to do? Leave you and then go off with one of them? You know that isn’t happening. If Tibbs wasn’t sitting beside me, they wouldn’t have even bothered. Everything had been going just fine until he showed up.”
Presley closed her eyes, shaking her head as she cursed under her breath. “Right, everything was fine until Raelle called Tibbs. I swear, I’m going to kill her.”
Not that I didn’t disagree that the need to call her brother was unnecessary—didn’t need my hand held—but how that warranted Raelle’s death didn’t add up. “Why? Because she made the call?”
“No.” Presley huffed out a breath. “Because she knows he’s basically a whore and there’d be women too. She knew about us, and this was her way of forcing our hand. She played us both.”
“So you were jealous?” The smile edged at my lips.
She rolled her eyes. “Maybe a little.”
It was cute, that she thought she’d be so easily replaced by a cheap knock off. “Or maybe she was just showing me what I didn’t want. Let’s not kill her just yet.”
“True, and to be honest trying to replace her mid shift would be such a pain. I’ll at least wait until I find another bartender.” She shrugged, like she was actually giving it some thought.
“Now that we have that sorted,” I kissed her, finding it hard to stop, “I better go deal with Tibbs. And in case there’s any confusion, I’ll be driving you home.”
“You don’t think he’s going to ask any questions?”
“Just leave that up to me.”
Jared
TIBBS WAS A simple man. You put a woman in front of him and the room could be on fire and he’d only notice after he started to choke on the smoke. With two, the poor bastard would burn alive in that room. Which was why when I walked back to the table, my buzz still riding high after sex with Presley, I wasn’t surprised to see him making out with both of the girls. He didn’t even ask where I’d gone, thankful that when I’d returned I’d brought beer with me.
As an added bonus, the two ladies weren’t just interested in dry-humping and making out, the suggestion they leave and find somewhere more private happening sooner than later. Tibbs was conflicted for about three seconds, fisting his keys and waving me goodbye the minute I’d reassured him I’d drive Presley home.
Couldn’t have gone better if I’d
planned it myself, thankful for Raelle and her evil genius plan, even if I didn’t like being a pawn in anyone’s game.
So while I spent the rest of the night solo, I was far from bored. My eyes followed Presley around the room like a stalker, content to sit there like a loser, yet knowing I was going home with her.
It was late by the time we finally got to Presley’s apartment. And even though both of us were dead tired, a tangle of arms and legs impatiently reached for each other the minute we’d shut the door. I only had one more day before I was back on rotation, and I was going to spend every last minute of it with her.
We had sex more times than I could count, fast and hard, and slow and soft, the need to take her only more amped up now that I’d given myself permission.
Her body was insanely hot, and she knew what to do with it, every inch of her perfection as I covered all of it with my mouth, hands and cock.
And when we were finally exhausted, I slept beside her in her bed. I loved the feeling of her warm body up against mine, my hands being able to touch her, teasing out those soft, breathy moans as I explored.
It was late afternoon before either of us moved off the bed. We’d skipped both breakfast and lunch, keeping our hands off each other long enough to order pizza and then eat it naked on her couch. It was going to be tough leaving, Presley, absolutely my newest addiction.
“I’m just going to take a shower,” her hand reached down and stroked my cock. “I know you have to go home soon and get some sleep.”
Just hearing those words made me antsy, knowing whether I wanted to or not, I was going to have to walk out the door in an hour or two. “Maybe I can nap here,” I groaned as she jerked me off. It wasn’t just me who was having trouble keeping my hands to myself, Presley, just as guilty. “And I can head back after I drop you off at work.”
It was a good plan, or at least the best one I could think of when her hand was wrapped around my dick. Although the way she was looking at me, she could’ve suggested I call in sick and I’d have agreed.