by Gem Sivad
“Oh hush. It’s exactly what I want. No-strings-sex with a man who doesn’t want a relationship any more than I do.”
Marcie put on a pot of coffee and sat down at the table waiting for it to perk. “So are you going to call him?”
Kiley rolled her eyes. “We’ll see. I don’t know. But I do know you need to keep your lip buttoned and not go telling Doug, Mom, or anyone else about it.”
“Can’t keep Doug out of the loop. We’ve got a bet going.”
“What?” Kiley gasped.
“Doug bet you’d go for a drive and mess around some. I bet you’d go for gold. I’m collecting.” Marcie’s smug grin reminded Kiley why she should have kept her mouth shut.
“Do you two have nothing better to do than speculate about my life?”
“Nope.” Unrepentant, Marcie poured the coffee and pelted her with orders. “Go see Mom. She’s worried about you.”
“You saw me. Tell her I’m fine.”
“She babysat for you. Call her and say thank you. Tell her you’ll stop by sometime next week.”
“Marcie, you manipulated the whole thing. I didn’t want Mom to babysit. I didn’t want to go to your freaking Friday night fire pit party. You made me do it.”
“And you should thank me for Luke and a night of great sex, too.” Before Marcie finally rounded up her kids and took them home, she teased Kiley with raunchy humor.
“Me, I like to roll over at night and sprawl on Doug. But you don’t mind sleeping alone.” She shrugged as if that was a sign of crazy in Kiley before continuing her instructions. “Be up front with him about what you want. Most men can’t find their way to a girl’s clit unless she draws them a map.”
“You are so crude.” Kiley couldn’t keep from smirking. Luke had that covered just fine.
“Someone already drew him a map, didn’t they?” Marcie stared at her.
“Out, out, out. I’ll call Mom. Promise.” Kiley schooled her expression to indifference, waving her twin on her way.
Chapter Four
Kiley’s first opportunity to check out her sex-on-demand arrangement occurred on Sunday, when Marcie and Doug took all the kids to the movies. She could have accompanied them. Instead, she’d no sooner dropped off the kids at her sister’s than she called Luke’s number.
“Luke here,” he answered.
“I’m free for the afternoon.” She felt a flush of embarrassment creep up her neck, waiting for his response which didn’t come immediately. But he must have been figuring out logistics.
“My place all right?” His gruff voice made her insides clench and she stifled the impulse to tell him the bed of his pickup would be fine. She should have been sated from Friday night’s extravaganza but just the idea of seconds had her squirming.
“You’ll have to give me directions.”
“Do I get to continue that after you arrive?” His drawled question made her insides quiver.
“Get me there first,” she laughed. “Then we’ll see if I can take orders.”
Fifteen minutes later she pulled into the long lane leading to his house, wondering if she had lost her mind. Instead of slowing her down, the question had her pushing the pedal to the floor, racing up the drive to experience the next dose of insanity.
She pulled in and parked in front of the house. No one stirred inside, so she looked toward the barn. He walked out, bare-chested and gorgeous in nothing but sweatpants and tennis shoes. Lust thickened her tongue and made it hard to answer when he called to her.
“You ready to have some fun?”
“Oh, yeah,” she murmured, climbing from the car. She expected him to walk toward the house. Instead, he motioned her to come to the barn with him.
We’re moving from the pickup to the out buildings? But she didn’t protest when he led her into the darkened interior.
A mat covered half the area of the floor and iron rings dangled from the ceiling, clanging together as if he’d just released them. Her gaze swept the big space, seeing a weight bench, exercise mat, rowing machine, suspension rack and hand grips embedded on the climbing wall at the end of the room. He’d created his own personal gym.
“Nice,” she muttered, walking to the edge of the exercise pad. Behind her the door shut, leaving only dim light filtering through high, dusty windows.
“Nicer,” he murmured in her ear, placing one hand flat on her belly, the other cupping her breast. Even through the thickness of his sweats, the prodding of his erection against her butt left no doubt of his readiness. She had no time to do more than draw breath. Sliding his lower hand under her tee, he pulled it up and over her head, unfastening her bra at the same time with his other hand.
Chills of anticipation and bits of fear turned her nipples to hard nubs standing at rigid attention. He dropped her shirt, brushed her bra straps down her arms, and pulled her bare back against his naked chest, cupping and caressing her breasts as he nuzzled a spot behind her ear.
Kiley couldn’t hold back her moan. Her womb clenched so tight she felt the constriction in her belly and the temperature in her core rose from simmer to burn.
“Want it?” he growled, pushing his hand under her waistband inside her panties, parting the lips of her sex, and stroking his fingers through her already drenched outer shell. He didn’t need a map.
Kiley widened her stance and he found her hot button, rotating it with his finger. She ground against his callused touch, at the same time, feeling the press of his cock against her rump.
He slipped two fingers inside her, finger-fucking her with one hand while using his other, pulling and teasing her nipples, and finishing her off when he bit her earlobe and pinched her engorged clit at the same time.
She shrieked. It felt so good, her body unwinding and her mind just letting go. Loose and recovering from her first orgasm of the day, Kiley stood docile and pliant as Luke stripped her shorts, panties, and shoes. He didn’t wait for her to revive, taking her to the mat and positioning her head on her arms, her ass in the air. She heard the sound of him opening the condom package and smiled.
“My turn,” he growled, swirling his readied cock in her wet heat, fitting it against her entrance, and sinking deep.
“Oh. My. God.” Kiley spread her legs, taking all of him, feeling his jack hammer thrusts that scooted her across the mat.
“Gotcha,” he laughed, putting a hand on each shoulder, keeping her from skidding away as he powered into her from behind.
“Spread wider,” he ordered her and she did. He laughed and spanked one of her ass cheeks, making a loud slapping sound in the silent barn. Her pussy snapped around his cock, squeezing him lustily. “Thought you’d like that,” he grunted, slapping her other ass cheek a stinging blow.
She’d never considered a spanking erotic, but as he worked his cock in and out of her tight channel, teasing her clit, smacking her rear, and riding her pussy without stop, Kiley lost any inhibitions she’d ever entertained. It felt good cutting loose, grunting moaning, and screaming her bliss each time another orgasm blasted through her.
He didn’t pause, flipping her on her back and straddling her hips, facing her as he pumped her sex. Her legs fell wide, letting him do what he wanted. He laughed, picking her up and holding her by the rump, draping her legs over his arms as he thrust into her pussy in hard fast jabs.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Another orgasm spiraled from her womb, curling her toes and hair at the same time. She squeezed her channel tight, milking his cock as the pulse of his release jetted inside her.
“Hell, yeah,” he growled and collapsed on top of her, his penis buried between her legs, his face between her breasts.
Kiley drifted mindlessly in the space where huge roaring climaxes carry one. When she came back, he’d rolled them so they lay side by side, her head next to his shoulder, their hands entwined. She turned her face to look where he sprawled next to her.
“Howdy,” he drawled, stroking the hair at her temple.
“Good afternoon to you, too.” She gi
ggled. It had been years since she’d felt like laughter and now in a matter of days, sex had her laughing like a fool.
He stood, threw her a towel and retrieved her clothes, dropping them next to her. She toweled the sweat from her body, washed her face with the wet washcloth he offered, and dressed.
He walked her to her car, opened her door, turning her to face him. Before she climbed in, he kissed her, his mouth a gentle caress against her lips.
“Call me anytime,” he said gruffly, leaning down to speak to her through her window after she’d climbed in and started the engine.
Sheesh, I feel like an overcooked noodle. Kiley couldn’t do more than nod. She needed to get home fast, take a shower, fix dinner for the kids, plan the week…
Who am I kidding? All I want to do is sleep. It wasn’t until she actually went to bed hours later that she realized her afternoon lover had never removed his sweats.
*
Luke discovered the key to providing on-the-go service was flexibility. The third time Kiley called he was on his way into Pittsburgh to buy a new mattress. He figured eventually, maybe, if all went well with Kiley, and God willing it would, one day she’d make it into his house and into his bed.
All the lumps and bumps in the old mattress he currently used, suddenly became too pronounced to overlook. So, mid-week, he decided to drive into Pittsburgh, buy a new mattress, and maybe have it delivered by the weekend.
Since it was during her normal work hours, he didn’t expect to hear from her. But when her number lit up, he pulled to the side of the road and got ready to play.
“Luke’s take-out,” he answered, grinning like a fool.
“Why does it sound like I’m on speaker phone?” she asked suspiciously.
“Because you’re on speaker phone, sweet cheeks. I’m driving.”
“Oh.”
“What’s up?” He was already, and that made him grin even more.
“Company’s closed today for inventory. The kids are in school,” she said in a rush then went silent. Luke knew disappointment when he heard it.
“I’m on my way to the big city. Want to go?”
He could feel her thinking hard on the other end of the line. Finally she asked, “Where are you right now?”
“Getting ready to pull onto I-79.”
“Go to the first rest stop and wait for me there,” she ordered him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed. He was beginning to like this whole let her be in charge kind of thing.
It turned into a funny day, as in, he laughed every time he remembered it later. First off, she was into the whole Mata Hari thing.
Huge sunglasses hid her eyes, brighter than usual lipstick outlined her mouth, and a sunhat covered most of her hair.
“Do I look like me?” she asked right off the bat.
“Nope. Now if you’d dyed your hair blue…”
She stuck her tongue out him, clasped her hands in her lap all prim like, and asked, “So where are we going?”
When he told her they were going mattress shopping, she decided they had to be strangers in the store.
“How’s that going to work?” he asked.
“We’ll pretend we don’t know each other. I’ll go one way, you go another. I’ll test the mattresses on my side, you do the same.”
“So if I don’t know you, how am I going to ask which—“
“We’ll just wing it,” she announced.
“Want me to drop you off a block or so away so no one can suspect we might know each other?”
“Don’t be an ass,” she told him and grinned, fairly bouncing on her seat at the idea of play acting in the mattress store.
It took a while to agree on the right firmness for their needs. Especially since he couldn’t concentrate on what was under him for watching her and wanting her under him.
By the time she’d improvised her way into getting his opinion because he was just about the same size as her boyfriend, his erection was pushing against his fly. The little devil gave him a sly grin and invited him to test the mattress with her.
“I’ll take that one,” he growled and slapped his credit card into the clerk’s hand.
She went to the truck. He leaned on the counter to hide his hard-on while he filled out his delivery papers.
“Do you think he realized we’re together?” Kiley asked as soon as Luke joined her. She’d renewed the color on her mouth, emphasizing his need to plant a kiss there.
“You’re kidding, right?” As a matter of fact, the clerk had congratulated him on having such a hot girlfriend.
After she capped the lipstick, she dropped it in her purse, and laid her hand on his thigh, patting him like he’d been a good boy. His cock jumped, trying to reach her.
“Want to get something to eat before we go home?” he asked, trying to be polite.
“Oh yeah,” she answered, palming the bulge in his pants. “I’m feeling very, very, hungry right now.” She ran her tongue over her plump red lips and Luke had to fight to control his release.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he growled. Shit, he had a wet spot on his denims where pre-cum had leaked through.
“So you say,” she answered breezily, reaching for his zipper.
He didn’t wreck the truck, they didn’t get arrested. But… By the time he pulled into the rest stop where her car waited, he had a filled condom covered in lipstick stains to throw away.
She went to the Ladies Room to tidy herself and Luke visited the Men’s. Then he visited the Ladies, too.
“Always wanted to see the inside of a Women’s bathroom. Fancier,” he told her, enjoying her flustered stare.
“You can’t be in here,” she said, ruining her scold by giggling.
“Best be quick. I propped a mop outside the door, and put the ‘Out of Order’ sign up.”
He turned her so her hands were on the sink and she faced the mirror; so did he. He pushed her britches down and told her, “Step out of one leg.”
It was his turn to give her orders and she hurried to obey.
“Spread and bend,” he told her. “I’m hard again just thinking about being inside you.”
He lined up behind her but before he entered, he reached in front of her and pushed her shirt up. “I want to see your tits. Hold this.”
Jesus God. He thrust through her wet, hot, folds and fucked her like there wasn’t enough time in life to get enough. And maybe there wasn’t.
“Squeeze your breasts, play with your nipples. Show me,” he grunted. Thrusting in so hard and deep he lifted her from the floor.
“I can do better,” he growled, taking a breast in each hand.
“I wish I could suck on ‘em right now,” he whispered, humping up into her hard as he pinched her nipples. He settled for biting her earlobe and she went stiff in his arms, shivering all over as she came.
“Goddamn baby,” he told her, feeling her pussy pulse and contract around him. He leaned over her, pumping his come into her and watching her face glaze with passion when they heard a clatter and a voice outside.
“Anyone in there?”
Luke handled things like a master.
“Best get dressed, sweet cheeks.” Finished, he stripped off the condom, threw it in the trash, zipped up, and exited the Ladies while Kiley was still blinking at herself in front of the mirror. He even took time to give her a pat of encouragement on her rump.
“Got a mess over in the Men’s,” he said in explanation to the attendant who stood next to the ‘Out of Order’ sign looking puzzled. “I dragged that out so I wouldn’t have some woman walking in on me.”
The attendant headed for the mess in Men’s and Luke hot-footed it to his truck, not waiting to see if his story held. It wasn’t a minute before Kiley followed him out and to her car.
As he watched, she tipped the car mirror, added more lipstick, and straightened her sunglasses. When she picked up her phone, he figured it meant, ‘Over and out good buddy,’ so he started the truck and got ready
to leave.
“Forget something?” he asked when his phone pinged.
“You didn’t say when the package will be delivered,” she said, back in stealth mode.
“The eagle won’t land until next week,” Luke told her.
“Okay,” she said and then added, “Thank you for the fabulous shopping excursion, Luke.”
“You’re welcome.” And then he couldn’t resist. “Over and out, sweet cheeks,” he drawled.
She rewarded him with a huge smile, waved the phone at him, then answered breathily, “Over and out, to you, too, secret agent man.”
Chapter Five
Kiley’s life took a direct turn for the better. It was more than great sex, although sex with Luke Danvers made her see everything in a whole new way. She had Evan on the floor tickling him one night, when Emma jumped on too. They all rolled around on the carpet giggling.
“Why are you so happy right now, Mommy?” Emma’s piping question made Kiley admit what had caused the change. All the fun she was having sneaking around with Luke Danvers. She hoped she made him happy because he made her want to sing.
“I guess Mom was chasing happy when we were growing up,” she murmured to herself. “I’m not going to do that,” she reminded herself firmly. “But, as long as it doesn’t hurt the kids, it’s all good.”
After she’d rationalized her behavior into an acceptable form, she called in support.
“Mom,” she said, ten minutes later after she’d rehearsed her conversation. “Can you pick up the twins and watch them after school tonight?”
“Of course. What’s the occasion?”
“Overtime. Can’t turn it down.”
“Marcie mentioned you might be needing a sitter soon. I’ll start a project with the two of them in case you get the chance for more overtime, dear. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll make certain they have fun.”
Her mother’s excitement at getting to babysit, shamed Kiley for lying about why. Then she stopped feeling guilty when she recalled the gleeful tone in her mother’s voice and her subtle emphasis of the word overtime. Marcie had shared.