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Jack shouldn’t be thinking about spoiling his dinner by having dessert first. Not at the risk of ruining what could become a lasting relationship. As he’d told Kristi, he soon planned to leave the dancing job behind, and that meant he would have time to dedicate to a woman. But it was damned hard not to think about dessert when Kristi’s shockingly bawdy, slightly off-key singing floated to him from beneath the bathroom door, along with the sound of splashing water.
The B & B owner had told them dinner was available until nine-thirty during the late spring and early summer months. Kristi had decided to take advantage of the extended time by indulging in a bubble bath in the claw-footed tub. She was naked less than ten feet and one door away. Considering the aroused state he’d left her in, she might be doing more than sloshing in the water. She might be using one of her inventions or sticking to old-fashioned methods and partaking in a predinner fingering.
His cock pulsed with the erotic image that threatened. He sat down on the fainting couch and stared out the patio door into the encroaching darkness. Time to think about something else. Anything else.
Kristi stopped singing. “Jack?”
He tensed. That didn’t sound like an everyday Jack, but a husky, horny, come-n’-get-me Jack. “Yeah?”
“C’mere.”
Not a good idea. Not if he was going to keep his hands to himself. He went to the door but didn’t open it. “Do you need something from the front desk?”
“I can’t hear you.”
Shit. He pushed the door in and winced at the sight of her pale breasts bobbing in the sudsy water. Her nipples skimmed the surface, the dusky pink shade of her areolas drawing him in like lightning to a downed wire. “Did you need something?”
Her lips perked up at the corners, forming an impish smile. “I thought we could help the environment and save some water. You’re dirty, too.”
Man, was he ever. If she had any idea of the wicked thoughts barreling through his head…“You want to share your bath with me?”
She lifted a milk-white shoulder, exposing the bulk of her left breast. “We did already see each other naked.”
Jack swallowed hard. He was right before—coming in here had been a bad idea. Terrible. And he had every intention of taking her up on the offer. His feet already moving, he asked, “You trust me to come in there with you and not touch?”
“You can touch. Yourself.” He stopped dead and she laughed. “It could be fun.”
“Somehow I don’t think you watching me masturbate and fun belong in the same sentence. Sexy as fuck is more like it.”
Her eyes registered something, maybe shock he’d spoken so frankly. Probably expected the words to come out of Spencer’s mouth instead. His gut tightened with thoughts of Spencer, of the man with his hands on Kristi, with his tongue in her mouth, his dick God only knew where.
Kristi patted the water. “Join me. I want to see you get Jack off.”
He chuckled at the quip but didn’t feel amused. He felt like getting in that bathtub and making her forget that Spencer existed.
Quickly he undressed, letting his clothes fall where they might, and hopped into the tub. He looked up in time to see her eyes on his erection, just before he sank midway to his waist in the water. Her gaze moved to his chest, perusing several lingering seconds, long enough to have his small nipples erect.
“You have the body of a stripper.”
“Dancer.” Not that he had a problem with strippers. He just wasn’t one.
“I know what you do is dance. I meant you could strip for a living. You have the goods.” She leaned forward. With his attention on the way her breasts pressed together, he didn’t notice where her hand was going until it was wrapped around his cock.
Jack flinched as she gave a squeeze. She laughed. “No teeny weenie here.”
If she kept squeezing, there was not going to be a hard-on for him to take care of for her viewing pleasure. “What happened to not touching?”
Uncurling her fingers, she sat back and looked at him from under thick blond lashes. “I was helping you into the tub. Things have a way of getting slippery when wet.”
He didn’t miss the innuendo or the sly look in her eyes. To think he’d believed she was a sweet girl. She wasn’t sweet, at least not right now, and he didn’t feel like being a gentleman.
Shifting his right leg, he skimmed his toes up along her inner thighs, until his big one met with the tender folds of her cunt and sank inside a fraction. She gasped and he grinned, let it become feral. “Are you wet?”
Contracting her sex around his toe, Kristi glanced at the water. “Sure looks that way.” Her hand disappeared beneath the surface. Her fingers brushed against his foot and then parted the folds of her pussy, encouraging his toe’s exploration. She tipped back her head and closed her eyes. “Why do you dance if you have another job?”
Her voice was throaty, low. Jack let the seductive tone wash over him as he followed her lead and relaxed in the tub. He kept his eyes open, though, as he fisted his cock and began stroking. He didn’t want to miss a minute of climax exploding over her features. “Punishment for a misspent youth. I’m repaying my debt to society, literally.”
She opened her eyes. “You don’t enjoy it? From what I remember of the other night, you seemed pretty…happy to be there.”
“I was happy to see you.” He continued the ministrations of his toe as she curled her first finger toward her clit. She must have found the sensitive bead as she sucked in a sudden breath. He quickened his strokes, wanting to be right there with her when the moment came. Or, rather, when she did. “Clearly, I knew you were special at first sight. I don’t normally have that reaction to women in the audience.”
Her fingers stilled and color flushed her cheeks. “I don’t normally fall into bed with two guys I’ve never met. Or two guys at all, for that matter.”
He jerked his toe free of her body reflexively. “What do you say we keep Spencer out of the tub?”
Kristi’s relieved smile made it clear she had no longing for a third party. Though she’d seemed to be of that mind-set the other morning, he was elated to know it for certain. Pulling her hand from the water, she leaned over the side of the tub. She sank back against the tub’s end, holding a small, wandlike object that sported a bristled round head and had him rethinking his observation. Apparently she did want a third party, just not in the form of another person.
She twisted the wand and the bristles spun soundlessly to life. “What do you say we let Mimi in?”
“That thing isn’t going to electrocute us, is it?”
“Not a chance. Mimi has had hours of tub time.” The wand moved beneath the surface, momentarily churning the bubbles. “She’s one of my best-sellers. How Cai fo-ound me.” She stopped talking for a second, and her eyes widened and then, went to half-mast. Mimi had clearly hit her mark. Kristi continued, her voice on the verge of breathless. “One of her friends came across my business site and…tri-ied out Mimi. I guess she enjoyed her as much as…I do.”
Jack’s cock jumped in his fist. He thought he would be turned off by the toy, wanted to imagine her fingers doing the fondling alone. Instead, he was turned on in a big way. The only thing better than envisioning those bristles spinning over her engorged clit and dipping into the tender folds of her cunt would be to watch. Tonight he would settle for the vision. Tomorrow, if things continued as well as they’d begun, he would ask for a visual demonstration. He had offered his point of view, after all.
The heightened sound of Kristi’s breathing filled his ears and had his senses going into overload. The sight of her big breasts bouncing on the water with her vigorous play had his hand pumping without relief. Tension gripped his body, snugging his balls.
“The Ngos are…business associates?”
Kristi’s words sliced through the haze of impending orgasm. “Yeah. But I don’t think there’s room for them in the tub either.”
He was damned close to gone, an
d still he hadn’t missed the tinge of jealousy in her words over the idea the twins could be more than colleagues. It made his release all that much more intense. As did the pleasure of watching her lips firm together and her eyes squeeze tight as her own climax pushed through her. She whimpered as her body visibly shook, her knees drawing up to poke out of the water. He pumped and pumped and pumped, then let go and groaned aloud with the hot, hurried push of his cum.
Seconds passed, turned to nearly a minute, before she lifted Mimi the Miniwonder from the water and dropped the toy onto the rug next to the tub. She sighed. “Mmm…Mimi has a way with pickles.”
Jack grinned over her euphemism and how it somehow fit her character perfectly—suggestive, but not bluntly so. He opened his mouth to comment on his own pickle-handling skills when she stood and stepped from the tub. Grabbing a towel, she bent to dry her legs. Her ass jiggled inches from his face. His fingers itched to reach out and grab hold of her cheeks, his shaft to caress their part. “You’re stunning.”
“Have a thing for big buns?”
He frowned. “Don’t tell me you think you’re fat.”
She straightened and turned toward him, providing a full-frontal, X-rated view that had his erection back in an instant. “Actually, I have a very good self-image. I’m not sure where that came from.”
He stepped from the water. Her gaze shot to his cock, and his unvoiced words returned. “When it comes to pickles, I’m hands and tongue above Mimi.”
Kristi’s nipples stood at attention. Cream dribbled down her inner thigh. “I’ll relish finding that out firsthand.” She winced. “Sorry. That was bad even for me.”
“It seems I have a soft spot for bad humor.” He glanced at his bobbing dick, already so eager for more. “We both do.”
The heat simmering in her eyes made it clear she wanted to find out about the skills of his hands and tongue and all the rest of him this moment. She didn’t reach for him but wrapped her towel around her body and tucked the end between her breasts. With a, “Then I promise to supply loads of it over dinner,” she left him standing, bobbing dick and all, while she walked out the bathroom door.
Erections and horses didn’t mix. Jack willed away his hard-on as he followed Kristi’s mare along a line of evergreens. Last night had been torture. He hadn’t gotten a second helping of dessert. They’d returned to their room after dinner and shared conversation that had him liking her all the more, but when it came time to crawl into bed, all he’d gotten was one hot kiss.
Having her so close, her body covered in a short, snug night-shirt and a skimpy pair of silk panties he’d had to endure witnessing her pulling on after their shared bath was torture, pure and simple. And just in case it hadn’t been enough, he’d woken this morning to find her in his arms, his erection pushing through the slit in his boxers to cradle in the crack of her ass.
His cock had been rock solid ever since. That they were on their way to a private cottage for the day and night didn’t help. The cottage was less than a half mile from the bed-and-breakfast, but the thickness of the trees made it seem much farther. It made it seem they had their own little private wilderness where they could do anything they wanted, moan and scream as loud as they pleased and no one would be the wiser.
“We’re here.” Kristi tugged on the mare’s reins, drawing the animal to a halt, and nodded toward a small, rustic-looking cottage nestled in the trees fifteen yards ahead. They had come up on the building’s rear. A three-sided, wooden shower with a hand-primed water pump stood several feet from the back door.
“Great shower.” She sent him a naughty look and moved a hand beneath the hem of her baby-blue tank top. Her knuckles whispered against the cotton as her fingers massaged her breasts. “It’s warm riding in the woods. No breeze comes through the trees. I feel sticky.”
“I’m rather sweaty myself.” More like hot-as a goddamned live wire.
Jack slid from his horse. Kristi gave a sigh that said she thought relief from the internal fire that plagued her was near. The sigh turned to a pout as he grabbed her mare’s reins. “Check out the shower while I take care of the horses and our packs.”
Her lower lip stayed pushed out a few seconds, and then she sucked it back in and dismounted. “Okay. Thanks for being such a gentleman.”
Gentleman his ass. He could be one. But that wasn’t his intention here.
Jack made quick work of stabling and watering the horses, then tossed the packs into the cottage and sneaked around to the rear. Kristi stood with her back to him, letting the water cascade down over her head and along her spine. It slid in a rivulet down her crack, and his cock gave an anxious throb. Shucking his clothes, he moved up behind her and cupped her heavy breasts. “You look cold again.” She squeaked and her nipples spiked into points against his palms. “Definitely cold.”
He lowered his mouth to her neck, nibbled at her cooled flesh. She mmmed and craned her neck to the side. “The shower was too much to pass up?”
“I can’t resist communing with nature. The gorgeous woman doesn’t hurt either.”
One of his hands traveled down the swell of her stomach, dipping into her belly button and reminding him of their risqué encounter at Shenanigans before continuing on its downward journey. From their first touch, he’d somehow known she was special.
Kristi covered his hand with her own centimeters before he reached the silky softness of her bare mound. “Not yet, Jack.”
The words were spoken quietly. He might have thought he’d heard them wrong if not for the tensing of her body. Damn, he was still trying to take things too fast. It wasn’t his style to rush a woman who needed time, but she had him wanting her bad.
Letting his hands fall at his sides, he stepped back. “Sorry.”
She turned to give him an apologetic smile. “Don’t be. It’s my fault. I acted like I wanted your hands all over me. I do want your hands all over me. How could I not? You are this totally dee-lish beefcake, and I want to lick every inch of you. But not yet. Tonight. I promise.”
Jack might have been offended by the beefcake comment if she hadn’t tacked on the word tonight. He could hardly feel offended when thoughts of loving Kristi and letting her make good on that licking desire clouded his mind and had his over-active, and suddenly incredibly dirty, imagination working overtime.
Kristi had never been so nervous. She stood behind the shelter of the outhouse door as twilight settled, trying to relax enough that Jack wouldn’t suspect something momentous was going on.
There was something momentous going on.
The next few minutes—okay, hours would be really great…would predict the future of their relationship. She really, really, really liked him and the way he warmed her in places she hadn’t realized had gone cold until that morning in the parking lot of Shenanigans. And it had nothing to do with his self-proclaimed pickle-handling skills. Not much anyway. She was into the entire package, and she wanted him to make her climax so badly she could cry.
Please let him be the one. Please let him be the one.
Deep breaths. She took five long ones and then pushed open the outhouse door and started for the cottage. She stepped inside the back door to find Jack seated on an overstuffed chair in front of a fireplace accented with an antique mantel and brass trim. No fire crackled in the hearth, and for good reason. The small, two-room cottage stayed plenty cozy nestled among the trees, so cozy she could feel sweat trickling between her breasts. Or maybe the perspiration had to do with the anticipation of finally allowing his touch.
Denying his fingering during her shower had left her horny and miserable. Now she was jump-out-of-her-skin anxious. But when he brought her to orgasm the first time, she wanted it to be with either his body or his tongue. Both in succession would be awesome.
He looked at her, frowning. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
He studied her a few seconds. Between his astutely narrowed green eyes and windblown raven hair, he reminded her
of a panther on the prowl. “Something’s on your mind. You’re nervous.”
“I’m horny.” It wasn’t a lie, just an omission of the complete truth.
Jack stood and came around the chair. He glanced meaningfully at his crotch where his monster member prodded against knit gray shorts. “It appears contagious.”
Kristi stared at the bulge of his cock, recalling the first time she’d seen it that fateful morning in her bedroom. It wasn’t as big as a toaster, the way she’d first surmised, but it was plumper and longer than any kielbasa she’d ever seen. As for the man himself, he’d turned out to be nothing like she’d first guessed. Oh, he was a gentleman at times. But he could be a scamp just as often.
With a wiggle of her eyebrows, she appealed to his scamp side, tugging the tank top over her head to reveal she wore no bra. She twirled the shirt on her first finger, hoping she didn’t look like a complete dork. Or if she did, then at least a moderately sexy one. “Care to join me in bed?”
He went down on his knees on a plush royal red rug. “I’d rather you join me on the floor. There aren’t any lights in the bedroom, and I want to see everything.”
Oy! Not good.
If he, God forbid, didn’t give her an orgasm, she could have been able to fake one in the dark and give him a second chance. In the light, she could never fake it believably. She also couldn’t act like she wanted to hide her imperfections in the darkness. It would only have him believing she’d lied about her strong self-image. Kristi had no longing to prance her bared bubble butt down 5th Avenue, but when it came to getting physical with one man—not two—she was plenty comfortable.
Dampening her lower lip with a hasty swipe of her tongue, she moved to stand in front of him. “The floor’s good.”
Jack grabbed her arms and tugged her down. He had her on her back on the rug in a heartbeat. Looming over her, huge and hard, he grinned, wicked intent burning in his green eyes and amplifying the amber flecks to the nth degree. “It’s even better from this angle.”
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