by Cat Johnson
For one, not having all that much experience with limousines, he didn’t totally believe the privacy glass was all that private. A more pressing matter was the fact the condom stash he always carried was divided between his truck and the suitcase in his hotel room, meaning he had nothing with him now.
That seemed like a good place to start. “No condoms.”
“That’s easily remedied.” She smiled and reached for the phone he hadn’t noticed before. “Driver, I need you to stop at the next store you see and pick up a box of condoms.”
As Aaron sat shocked into silence during this crazy phone conversation between CeCe and the limo driver, she glanced down at his exposed erection. She shook her head and said, “No, regular size should be fine.”
Jesus, if this guy decided to sell this story to a tabloid, not only would everyone in the world—his parents included—know he’d been having sex with CeCe Cole in a limo, but they’d also know he didn’t need the extra-large condoms. Great.
When she hung up the phone, Aaron knocked himself out of his shock. “CeCe, he could tell somebody.”
She shrugged. “So?”
Aaron was no celebrity, but she kind of was. Besides, in the day of social media, it wasn’t necessary for the media to publish a story for it to spread like wildfire. Even the driver casually posting on his Facebook about his client’s request could be enough to have the story go viral.
“So? Don’t you care that he could tell everyone what we’re doing back here?” Aaron kept his voice low, still afraid the driver could hear everything.
“I hope he does. I want my bastard ex-husband to know exactly how much fun I’m having now that he’s gone.”
“But—”
“I do love that you’re such a Boy Scout.” She ran her fingernail up his erection, which had started to fade during the conversation. “Let me see if I can help you relax a little, shall I?”
He didn’t have time to argue before she slid her mouth over his cock. A shudder ran through him as she took him all in, surrounding him with wet heat.
The car came to a stop and he heard the driver’s door slam. Relieved they were finally alone in the car, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He couldn’t fight her expert effort any more than he could deny he was starting to not care about where they were.
“Do you know why my ex-husband and I divorced?” She had slid off him long enough to ask the question, before the heat of her mouth engulfed him again.
“No.” His single word came out on a breath.
She lifted her head again and focused her eyes on his. “I wasn’t enough for him. Am I enough for you, Aaron?”
“Yes, ma’am.” More than enough. A little too much, truth be told.
His body tightened. If she kept up what she was doing, he’d come and there’d be no need for those condoms in the immediate future.
She smiled. “I think we’re going to have a lovely weekend together.”
“Weekend?” A whole weekend with this woman might just kill him.
“I have no other plans. Do you?” she asked.
“No, ma’am.”
“Good.” A knock on the car window had her glancing up at him. “Get that, will you?”
His eyes flew open as she slid her lush lips over his length again, taking him all the way in until he hit the back of her throat. He evaluated the situation and decided the only course of action was to open the window an inch or two and hope the driver couldn’t see in.
He hit the button. Stopping the window after it opened just a crack, Aaron asked. “Yes?”
“I have the items you requested.” There was no amusement in the driver’s voice, though Aaron was sure this would be a topic of discussion after the guy’s shift was up.
“Can you shove them through the crack?”
“You need to lower the window more.”
If CeCe would just sit up and stop what she was doing, he would do that gladly. He was going to suggest that as she reached out, mouth still on his cock, and pushed the button to lower the window more than half way. Mortified, Aaron tried to sit up straighter. Tried to look like he wasn’t buried balls deep in this woman’s mouth. He was pretty sure he failed.
A paper bag came at him through the open window. He grabbed it and scrambled for the button. Willing the window to rise faster, he blurted, “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” This time Aaron heard the amusement in the driver’s voice and his humiliation grew.
“About time.” CeCe chose that moment to sit up, reaching for the bag Aaron had in his hand. She tore into the box, pulled out a strip and tossed the rest to the side.
Using her perfect teeth, she ripped the wrapper. Then she was covering him while he sat by, not helping, but not stopping her either.
With his cock hard and ready, he had to think he wasn’t as opposed to sex in the back of the limo as he’d first thought. She tugged her lace underwear down her legs and tossed them onto the opposite seat. He watched as they landed on his gear bag.
CeCe lifted her skirt and straddled him again. This time there was nothing separating them save the latex. She lowered herself over him and he was done worrying.
“God, you’re so tight.”
“I’ll pass the compliment along to my doctor.”
“What?” He frowned, barely comprehending what she’d said as he filled her tight heat.
“Search vaginal rejuvenation online one day. Now shh. Enough questions, Boy Scout.”
“I’m not a Boy Scout.” Her name for him was beginning to feel like an insult.
“Prove it.”
He was buried deep inside the tour sponsor and at least one person, the limo driver, knew what was happening. He’d either get in trouble for what they were doing or he wouldn’t. Either way, it was too late now. There was nothing more to do except go with it.
Enough acting like the boy she accused him of being. Time to show her he was a man.
“A’ight. I will.” He flipped her onto her back on the seat and followed her down.
Aaron lifted her hips and thrust deep, forcing a breath from her. He set a fast pace, taking satisfaction as she closed her eyes and matched each one of his strokes with a loud cry.
No longer worrying about the soundproofing in the back of the car, he smiled when she cried out louder.
CeCe clutched at his arms and he felt her body tighten around his.
She could call him Boy Scout all she wanted, but he’d show her exactly how much he knew about being a man. If that partition wasn’t soundproof, he’d prove it to the driver as well. This part, where Aaron made CeCe come until she screamed, had better make it into the driver’s retelling of the tale.
Determined, he kept going. Hell, when he set his mind to it, he could go on as long as she could. Hopefully, the hotel wasn’t too close. If it was? Well, then the driver had better circle a few times. He wasn’t going to have CeCe Cole walk away and say Aaron Jordan hadn’t given her the ride of a lifetime.
Chapter Nine
The arena had emptied of spectators and the parking lot was nearly deserted of vehicles.
Jill pulled out her cell phone and checked the time.
Maybe she’d missed the cab by standing inside the glass doors of the building in the air conditioning rather than outside? But she hadn’t taken her eyes off the spot out front where she’d told the taxi to meet her. She’d have seen any car pull up.
“Dammit.”
“Problem?” A male voice had Jill turning. She saw a guy about her own age standing behind her. A closer look and she realized he was familiar to her because she’d seen Aaron talking to him during the event. He was one of the riders who’d competed, but at the moment she couldn’t come up with his name.
“I called a cab about forty-five minutes ago and it never came.”
He cringed.
“I doubt a taxi is going to be happy to come all the way out here to the arena.”
Jill scowled. “Great.”
“Where you headed?”
“My hotel.” As she answered, Jill noticed the wedding band tattooed on his ring finger.
This guy was not only married, he was so in love and sure he’d never get a divorce, he’d actually had his ring tattooed on. Story of her life. Most of the cute ones were taken, and the single one CeCe had scooped up for herself.
“Narrow that down a little bit and I’ll see if I can hook you up with a ride.” The mystery rider smiled. “Which hotel?”
“The Mandarin in Buckhead.”
“The Mandarin? Pfft. Yeah, none of us guys are staying there. First off, we can’t afford it with the prices they charge. And second, that’s like half an hour away. We’re at the Garden Inn. Seventy-nine dollars a night, Wi-Fi, HBO and free breakfast.” The dark-haired guy grinned. “I’m Garret, by the way.”
Garret. That jogged her memory. She’d seen his name on the roster. “Jill.”
“Yeah, I know. The Cole Shock Absorbers marketing chick.”
She laughed at his description. “Yup. How did you know that?”
“Aaron told me. He’s my brother-in-law. And actually, since Silver and I had our baby, he’s now also Uncle Aaron to my son.”
After getting over the surprise that Aaron had taken the time to mention her to his brother-on-law, Jill pawed through her knowledge of the rider roster. She remembered seeing that Garret James had married Aaron Jordan’s sister a year, maybe closer to two years ago.
“I’d take you over to the hotel myself, but I didn’t drive here.”
“That’s okay. I’ll just try calling the cab again or try a different company.”
He glanced at the readout on his phone. “You know, I can ask my friend if we can run you to the Mandarin in his truck. Unless…if you don’t have to get right back, do you wanna come out? It’s just gonna be a bunch of us grabbing some hot wings and a couple of beers.”
Drowning the memory of this night seemed pretty good to her. “Hot wings and beer sound really good about now.”
She had the shots from the photographer waiting for her, but she could do that in the morning while CeCe was sleeping in. The woman never had been an early riser.
“Great. Who knows, maybe while hanging out with us you’ll find something to use for your job.”
“Oh really? While drinking beer and eating hot wings?”
He grinned. “Not the beer and wings part, but you’ll be surrounded by riders, stock contractors, and sometimes a bull fighter or two will show up. Since Cole is a sponsor of the tour, that might be useful.”
“So you’re saying I can call it work and write tonight off on my expense report?”
Garret laughed. “Hell yeah. If I had an expense report, I’d totally do that. Come on. Chase is waiting on me. He’s parked just around the side.”
“Thanks.” She matched his stride as they made their way down the steps.
“No problem. I figure you could use a drink.”
“Why is that?”
“Ms. Shock Absorber looks like she can be a handful.” Garret shot her a sideways glance when she didn’t answer. “But I know you can’t speak ill of your boss.”
Jill longed to agree, but professionalism wouldn’t allow her to do that. “It has been a long day…and night.”
“Yeah, I figured.” He grinned at her small concession. Garret halted at a truck and frowned.
“Is this your friend’s?”
“No, actually this is Aaron’s truck. I guess he got a ride to…wherever.” Garret cleared his throat and hooked a thumb toward the next row. “Chase’s truck is right over there. Come on.”
With a hand on her back, it felt as if Garret were rushing her away from the scene of a crime. As if he wanted to protect her from what she had already figured out—that CeCe had taken Aaron in the limo, which is why she’d told Jill to take a cab to the hotel.
Perhaps Jill should stop worrying and enjoy a CeCe-free, not to mention a drama-free night.
She adjusted her purse on her shoulder. It contained her corporate credit card. Given the inconvenience of CeCe taking the limo and leaving Jill stranded, she figured she was justified in taking advantage of her expense account. Maybe she’d even buy the riders a round. That seemed like the least a big sponsor like Cole could do.
Chapter Ten
“Nice room.” Aaron took in the sprawling space.
Glancing around, he realized that calling it a room had been a gross understatement. It would be more accurate to call it a suite. One outfitted with a seating area and large-screen television on one side and what looked like a kitchen and dining area on the other.
CeCe ignored Aaron’s comment and headed across the living room. She paused in a doorway to what must be her bedroom, judging by the mattress he could see just a bit past her.
She cocked up one of her perfectly shaped brows. “What are you waiting for?”
A drink? Some conversation? Something other than her unspoken order to get in her bed. Then again, they’d already had sex in the limo, while the driver was in the damn car, so he probably shouldn’t expect verbal foreplay or any other niceties at this point.
He followed her path across the room and stopped where she stood. She reached out and fingered the snaps on his riding shirt. She popped one open. “I want you naked.”
Yup, no delusions here. No games either. They were doing this. Again.
A man his age should be happy. He’d gotten laid once already tonight, and by all indications, was about to again all without any effort on his part. But as she walked across the bedroom, kicking off her shoes with each step before she dropped her dress to the floor, he had to think he missed the chase. It wasn’t quite as much fun when the women just fell naked into bed without any work to get them there.
On the other hand, former super model CeCe Cole naked was not a bad thing. He got a good look at her now—all of her—as she stretched out on the king-sized bed. She spread her long, lean legs and gave Aaron a clear view of everything she had to offer.
Nothing about this was what he’d expected, but that wouldn’t stop him from taking advantage of the situation. Aaron strode forward and crawled between her legs.
CeCe shook her head. “Nuh, uh. I said I want you naked.”
She was right. He’d never gotten a chance to change. Even with as much as he’d tried to knock off any dirt, he was still in the clothes he’d ridden—and wrecked in. He was too covered in dust to be on her bed. Standing, he toed off his boots while pulling off the shirt. After working on his buckle, he glanced up to see CeCe’s stare glued to his bare torso.
Maybe her request wasn’t based on her worry about dirt getting on her bed after all. She had the look of a woman who was hungry, and not for food. Girls weren’t usually this attentive while he got undressed.
Lowering the zipper of his fly, he watched her as she watched him. He hadn’t been to many strip clubs—the drinks cost too damn much to go often—but he’d been to enough to know he should take his time.
He wasn’t disappointed by her reaction to his striptease. When he pushed his jeans down, her gaze shot to the bulge tenting his briefs. At the sight of it, she actually licked her lips.
That sped along his little show. He abandoned the underwear and crawled onto the bed.
CeCe scooted herself all the way up the mattress to the headboard. Rolling on her side, she crooked one finger and beckoned to him. “Come on up here, lover boy.”
Lover boy? He’d take that. Hell, he’d been called worse, by her in fact.
Smiling at the potential of what he could do in a bed this size, Aaron crawled toward her. When he’d reached her, she said, “On your back.”
“Okay.” He did as told.
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sp; Apparently, she was the kind of woman who liked to be in charge. In business. In bed. Whatever. Lying on his back, he figured letting the woman take control was just fine with him once in a while.
CeCe moved to straddle him. He was going to remind her that he’d left the box of condoms in his gear bag, which was in the other room, when she said, “Arms up above your head.”
“What?” He frowned as she reached toward the nightstand and opened the drawer. She pulled out two long scarves. When she ignored his question and proceeded to tie the end of each scarf to the headboard, he felt compelled to ask it again. “Wait. What are you doing?”
“Tying you up.” She spoke as she took his wrist and wrapped the end of one scarf around it.
CeCe reached for his second wrist and he started to panic. “Why?”
He wouldn’t exactly call it claustrophobia, but he wasn’t real big on feeling confined, as in he liked to have free use of his hands, thank you very much.
“I like to play with my food before I eat it.” She raked her heavily lidded gaze down his body and he started to get an inkling of what she had in mind.
He didn’t know exactly what she meant, but he could guess. If it involved her mouth on his dick again, he was okay with having his hands tied. “A’ight. But just so you know, I’m pretty dang good with my hands, so you might want to let me use them at some point during this.”
She shook her head at his attempt at levity. “Not yet. Later. I’m more interested in other parts of you at the moment.”
CeCe moved down the bed, and down his body, dragging his attention away from the fact he was tied up as he anticipated what would come next. She slid her hands along his torso. His body tightened just from his thinking about her mouth surrounding him.
He stared at her lips, so full and lush. He’d never seen a woman in real life with such plump lips. In the movies, yes, but never on one who was slipping his cock between them. He was no virgin, but he could swear he trembled with anticipation as she leaned lower.
“Bend your knees, lover boy.”