by Kati Wilde
Not that innocent. “You want me to show you where I conduct that business?”
The way she briefly catches the tip of her tongue between her teeth brings my cock to instant, aching attention. “I would like that very much,” she says huskily.
Fuck, yes. With a nod to the others, I lead her through the crowd to the sliding door that opens up to the back of the house. More people are gathered out on the patio but despite the number of friends tossing out greetings and congratulations, I barely slow down. My only hesitation is when I decide whether to take her straight upstairs to my bed or actually show her inside the garage.
But rushing into this might make her nervous. Better to tease and delay until she’s so needy that it helps overcome her fear.
The door on the side of the garage is locked, so I don’t have to worry that anyone else from the party sneaked in here with the same idea. Her breath shudders as I pull her inside—but I’ll draw this out, too. Build the anticipation.
Christ, my anticipation is already really fucking high. Any higher and my cock might poke me in the eye.
The illumination from the nightlight over the workbench barely touches the ’59 Corvette that I’m currently restoring, but the dim lighting makes the space seem more intimate, so I don’t flip on the halogen bulbs overhead. “There she is.”
“Ohhhh,” Audrey breathes, moving closer to the car. “I like it very much.”
That surprises me. “Do you?”
“Yes.” Repainting is one of the last steps, so the color’s currently a dull red, but she glides her fingers across the surface of the hood as if it were gleaming. “Do you try to find all original parts?”
“Depends on the car. This one, I’ll stick a new engine in there, use new upholstery. But I’ll try to get original trim for the body and detailing for the interiors. And sometimes if a buyer gets interested before it’s done and wants to pay for what I put into it, that’ll change it up.”
“Do you already have a buyer lined up for this one?”
“Not yet.”
“I’ll buy it, then.”
I shake my head. “No.”
She glances up from the car, her brows furrowing. “Why?”
Because the thought grates on my pride like a rusted gear. “I’m not taking money from you.”
“Oh.” She bites her bottom lip and averts her gaze. “I guess not, then.”
Fuck. The disappointment in her voice is killing me. “You don’t even drive,” I point out.
“Yes, I do. I really like driving.”
That doesn’t make any sense. “You have six different drivers who take you everywhere you go.”
“Because I like driving, but I don’t like it when other people are on the road with me. All the rules are clearly defined. Yet so many drivers don’t even use their blinker! It’s so…irritating.” Frustration fills her voice, as if even right now, the thought of those non-signalling drivers is pissing her off. “So I do drive. And I’ll probably drive all the time when robot cars are more common, because they will follow the rules.”
The image of her zipping around town in this Corvette while surrounded by robot cars is completely fucking adorable. “All right, then,” I grin. “But I’m still not taking your money.”
She sighs and gives the car another caress before turning away, her gaze slipping around the interior of the garage. “You rent this from Patrick?”
“Yeah.”
“You should be deducting at least some of that cost.”
“I guess.” I don’t give a shit about my taxes right now. I don’t think she does, either.
She glances at me over her shoulder and her tongue moistens her bottom lip before she asks softly, “And your apartment’s upstairs?”
“It is. Though I’ll warn you there’s not much to see up there. Just about everything is in boxes. Except my bed.”
Her breath shudders again at the mention of my bed. Slowly she turns back toward me, and with her every step anticipation pounds harder through my dick.
Until she pauses and glances around the garage again. “You haven’t packed up in here?”
My gut tightens. “Not yet, no.”
“Oh.” That small exclamation is impossible to read. Just oh. “Don’t you intend to move all this to my garage?”
“I haven’t thought about it much.”
Which is a damn lie. I’ve thought about it. Because my stuff upstairs fits into about six boxes. Easy to move and unpack—and pack again if the marriage ends. Even if Patrick rents the apartment out to someone else, I won’t be fucked. I’ll just find another place. But everything in this garage…that’s not so easy to pick up and take somewhere else. Especially if I’ll be doing it again before long.
And I’ve thought about taking it all there, yeah. Thought about how incredible it would be to really settle into her home, to make part of it permanently mine—just like I want to be a permanent part of her life. But I’m not taking my place there for granted.
“If you did, you could save on rent,” she says quietly. “You could invest the extra cash back into the business, and eventually make it your primary occupation.”
“I could,” I say, and maybe she’s right—if so, that sounds real damn good—but I’m not going to worry about it tonight. “Come here, baby.”
She doesn’t hesitate, stepping closer and rising up as if to kiss me. But I’ve got something to clear up first. Gently I cup her face in my hands.
My voice is gruff as I ask, “What’s this about the Wyndhams giving up that will contest?”
Audrey goes utterly still. “You heard?”
“Yeah. But you haven’t said anything about it. Why?”
Her throat works. Gaze darting to the side, she tells me, “Because they haven’t actually done it yet. It was just their lawyer telling my lawyer that he intended to file a request for dismissal. But it’s Saturday. Plus Tuesday is Christmas, so the courts aren’t even open, and a lot of people aren’t working on Monday, either. So the request for dismissal might not be filed until a few days after the wedding anyway, and then the judge has to rule on it. So if we didn’t get married on Monday—”
“The Wyndhams might change their mind?” Scenting blood in the water if Audrey no longer seems to be backing me.
“Yes!” she says, her voice still pitched high. Her words tumble over each other and her eyes don’t meet mine. “Plus the marriage contract is valid until the inheritance is distributed to you, regardless of the will contest. That won’t be for at least six months—and the Wyndhams might try to bring another challenge to the will before that. So I didn’t say anything about it, because nothing really changed.”
Christ. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was lying to me. Everything about her shifty behavior screams that she is.
But Audrey doesn’t lie. She claims that she’s no good at it—and if this was an example of her lying, I’d say she was right.
The problem is…everything she just said is true. The courts are open on Monday, but the chances of the will contest being dismissed before the wedding are practically nonexistent. And even without any more challenges to the will, it’ll still be a while before I see a penny of my inheritance. Simply being told about the Wyndhams’ intentions really doesn’t change anything.
Audrey’s behavior probably just means that she’s nervous as hell. And I need to do everything I can to make this easier for her. So I have no intention of making this about popping her cherry or how it might hurt her, but teasing her with all the pleasure that’s yet to come.
“All right, baby,” I tell her softly, lowering my mouth to hers. Gently I nip at her lush bottom lip, loving the tiny gasp that escapes her, the way she rises up as if seeking more. “Since nothing’s changed, that means I still plan on taking you upstairs and giving you a taste of what our wedding night will be—and every night after that. But tonight, I’m just giving you a little bit. You want that?”
“Yes,” she breathes against my
lips. “So much.”
No nervousness now. Just anticipation and need. And her kiss is sweet and eager, too goddamn eager, because I’ve got to keep myself on a tight leash and the way she gets so hot so fast threatens to snap that control. She moans as I break away, then shudders as I tip her head back to kiss her jaw, her neck.
Against her ear, I command, “You go around to the front end of the car. I want you bent over that hood with your ass up in the air like I’m about to fuck you good and hard.”
Her breath catches, those gorgeous eyes widening. But I don’t see fear in them. Only excitement.
She catches my hand and pulls me across the garage with her. And Christ, she’s a natural, bracing her elbows on the hood and spreading her feet shoulder-width apart. She paired a knee-length skirt and tall boots with that ugly sweater, making her legs look fucking endless. Normally I might have shoved that skirt up to her waist but the zipper at the back is a temptation I can’t resist.
So is her ass. Slowly I pull that zipper down, revealing nothing but pale silky skin and taut round cheeks. No panties. I groan as desire surges into my cock, the throbbing length straining against the front of my jeans like it’s lurching for her. “Did you forget your Caleb’s-making-me-wet kit?”
“I didn’t forget,” she says, panting. “I just didn’t bother, because I knew I’d be wet all night.”
“And knowing that is going to make me hard all night.” I slide my hand down the split of her ass, hissing out a breath as my fingers find her already slick and hot and so goddamn ready for my cock. “The first time I have you on our wedding night, I’ll be real slow and gentle. But this is how I’ll fuck you the second time—from behind, as deep and as rough as you can take it.”
She makes a little whimpering sound in her throat and rocks back against my hand. “I want that.”
“You’ll get it, baby. I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you like that every damn day. But right now, I’m gonna take something else I want.”
The rasp of my zipper is loud in the quiet garage. So is the harsh breath she sucks in, her body stiffening.
I mold my palm to her backside, gently massaging as I reassure her, “I’m not taking that yet, Audrey. That’s for upstairs. Not bent over a car with your skirt around your knees in a dirty garage, as if this is just a cheap and filthy fuck.”
Her tension vanishes as a laugh shakes through her. “A cheap and filthy fuck sounds really hot.”
“Hell yeah, it does. But we’ll save it for another time. Right now, I just want to wet my dick with all these pussy juices.”
And get her used to feeling my bare cock. I grip my shaft and follow the same hot path my fingers took over the curve of her ass to the heaven between her legs, the crown leaving a faint trail of pre-cum over her skin. The dim light doesn’t penetrate the shadows between our bodies. I should have flipped on the halogens so I could watch my cock slide through the sultry seam of her cunt. But, fuck. Maybe it’s best this way. If I could see what I was doing, my control might burn away even faster. As it is, the sensation of all that scalding wetness brings me right to the edge of coming, pressure building at the base of my spine.
Her body stiffens up again as I drag the broad head through her wet folds, but her horny little moan and the wriggle of her hips tells me that her tension isn’t fear. Blood thunders through my veins as the thick tip naturally lodges into the faint well of her entrance. Right where it belongs. With a ragged groan, I force myself to slick my cock downward instead of pushing inside.
“Christ. I knew your pussy would feel like this.” I tease her clit with the tip of my dick before dragging it back up through the lips of her pussy, coating my cockhead in her juices. “Hot and drenched, just begging to be filled with my cock, and so goddamn hard to resist. That’s why I never took my pants off. I knew as soon as I did, I wouldn’t last the night without getting deep into you. I don’t know how I’ll stop myself at just a little taste when we get upstairs.”
“Now.” It’s a breathless demand. Her hips tilt up, and she lifts up onto her toes until the head of my cock is at her entrance again, as if she’s trying to lure me in. “Let’s go upstairs now.’
“Not yet, baby. I don’t take you upstairs until you come for me.” But as incredible as it feels to tease her with my cock, she’s not going to come like this.
I drop to my knees. Too hungry for finesse, I bury my face in her cunt, my left hand stroking my cock as her flavor explodes over my tongue. Christ, her pussy. It’s so fucking sweet. Almost as sweet as the sound of her ragged little cries and the way her thighs flex and shake as she rocks herself against my mouth. I’ve made her come with my tongue all week—and made myself come, too, fucking my hand or grinding against the bed while I feast from the delicious heaven of her cunt. Tonight, though, I’ve got to keep my head, and remember that she needs more. Because I haven’t given her much, deciding that the entrance to her pussy was off limits to everything but my mouth until our wedding night. I’ve drilled my tongue into her every day but haven’t let myself take more.
I take it now, teasing that tight entrance with the pad of my thumb, feeling the delicate flesh quiver with every rough lick over her clit. Closing my lips around that swollen nub, I begin to suck at the same time that I gently push inside.
Audrey goes utterly still, then abruptly melts against the car with a loud moan. “Caleb. Oh, Caleb. I like this,” she gasps. “I like this so much.”
Her pleasure is rocket fuel splashed on the raging fire of my own need. With a harsh groan, I work her clit with my tongue and rub up inside her with my thumb. Fuck, she’s so snug. Her slick inner walls hold me in a tight grip, clinging as I thrust in and out. Convulsively the fingers of my left hand squeeze my shaft, but my fist will never feel as good around my cock as this hot little pussy is going to.
Her erratic breaths and jerking hips tell me she’s getting close even before she does. And this is always my favorite part, when she begins chanting, “You’re making me come, Caleb, you’re making me come,” as if she thinks I don’t know unless she tells me, but it’s so fucking hot to hear it from her lips, to hear her go over the edge, to hear her say I’m making her do it. “Ah god…ah, you’re making me come, I’m going to—”
The choked scream that follows joins the flood of her arousal over my tongue, the pulse of clenching flesh against my lips. All as familiar and as incredible as before. But inside her. Christ, inside her. Her pussy clamps down hard, inner muscles constricting and releasing while her body writhes in the throes of her climax. If I’d felt this before, there’d have been no goddamn chance of holding out until the wedding night. Because, fuck. Fuck. I need to feel that around my cock.
Mindless lust claws through my gut as I lunge to my feet, my dick throbbing with the violent urge to be inside her, to make her pussy squeeze and suck every thick inch. I need that more than any goddamn thing.
Except for one thing that matters more. Never hurting her.
With the sweetness of her orgasm all over my lips and tongue, I forcibly rein in the animal lust. Just enough to stop myself from fucking her. But Christ help me, I will have the nearest thing to it.
Overheated, I rip off my sweater and T-shirt and toss them aside before wrapping my arm around Audrey’s waist and hoisting her up against my chest. No longer braced on the floor, her legs fall closed and my bare cock wedges into the narrow channel between the V of her thighs and her pussy. All that hot flesh is still twitching from her orgasm, and the sensation jolts over my shaft like tiny electric shocks.
“Fuck.” Teeth gritted, I turn us around and sit back against the fender. “Look at what making you come does to me, baby.”
Facing this direction, there’s enough illumination coming from the workbench to see my swollen erection jutting up from the clasp of her thighs. Just a few inches and the fat head are visible, flushed a deep purplish-red and slicked with her juices and my pre-cum. Even as she looks, another drop forms at the tip, glistening i
n the dim light.
Her fingers clench on my forearm. “I do that to you?”
“Yeah, you do. Because my cock only wants one goddamn thing.”
“To fuck my pussy raw?”
Ah Christ. Hearing that from her sweet mouth is like another electric shock through my cock, but the breathless, hopeful way she says it is what nearly snaps my control again. Snarling, I lift her up until the tip of my dick disappears between her thighs before dropping her back onto my lap, giving my cock a hot ride through the folds of her pussy and over her clit. She cries out, gasping and squirming in my grip.
Against her ear, I growl, “Fuck you raw? When did you start using such dirty talk?”
“I got it from you,” she pants. “In my office the first day.”
Yeah, that’s something I’d say. And I remember some vulgar shit coming out of my mouth in her office and thinking I shouldn’t be talking like that. But she remembers my exact words better than I do. “Have you been thinking about it ever since?”
She nods, then gasps when when I lift her again, my cock slipping through those drenched folds, and her body quivers as my shaft glides over her clit. This time I hold her above me, fucking upward in a series of hard thrusts, my hips slapping against her bare ass. A soft cry of pleasure escapes her with every slap until, my chest heaving, I bring her back down.
“I’m not fucking you raw tonight, baby,” I say harshly and the disappointed whine she makes is a burning chain pulling on my dick, drawing it up harder, tighter. “But I am going to screw this juicy slit hard and fast. Gotta take the edge off before we go upstairs or I’ll lose my head when I’m inside you. So kick off that skirt and put your heels up on the fender. I want a good view of your pussy when I start coming all over it.”
What I’m asking of her is awkward as hell, straddling me in a reverse cowgirl with her knees splayed wide and her boot heels precariously braced on the edge of the car. She’s completely off balance, forced to lean forward with her back against my chest, so the only thing keeping her from face-planting on the concrete floor is my arm anchored around her waist. But Audrey doesn’t even hesitate, and the absolute trust she gives me swells my heart up three sizes bigger.