The Wingman

by Cathryn Fox

  “I’ll do it,” he says, falling right in to my trap.

  I put my hand to his face. “Thanks. Oh, she has a special bag of treats in the closet too. Maybe you could give her one?” It’s a small lie, but I need a bit of time.

  “Sure,” he says, adjusting his pants like he’s in total agony.

  “I’ll meet you up there,” I say, and dart upstairs to get ready. I rush to my room, peel off my clothes and slip into a short skirt. Excitement wells up inside me. Good Lord, never in the past would I have been so brazen, but this man brings out the naughty side in me, makes me feel safe and secure in opening myself up to him sexually.

  What about emotionally?

  Not wanting to think about that right now, I swipe a bit of lipstick across my lips, and when I hear Rider yelling up to me, I stifle a grin. I don’t answer him, and he finally gives up calling and rushes up the stairs.

  “Jules, I can’t find…holy shit,” he says, his voice raw and edgy when he finds me bent over the bed. Under the guise of fussing with the sheets, I offer my ass up to him.

  “Can’t find what?” I ask, and toss him a glance over my shoulder.

  “Never mind.” His nostrils flare as his eyes narrow in on me. For a split second I’m about to call abort, because I’ve never, ever seen such intensity on his face before. “Just found everything I’ve ever wanted.”

  My body pulses, the room growing hotter with the electricity arcing between us and since I’ve come too far to turn back now, I tug at the sheets and turn from him. He tears his shirt from his body, and it excites me even more.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask, feigning innocence. “I’m just trying to tuck the corner of the bedding on here.”

  “Oh, is that what you’re doing?”

  “I haven’t been able to get the sheets right since you messed them up.” I make a tsking sound, like this is such a hard chore.

  “Yeah, well. You should prepare yourself.”

  “Excuse me,” I say doing my best to sound casual when my entire body is about to spontaneously combust.

  “That’s not all I’m going to mess up, babe.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You can’t bend over, looking like sex on the bed, without me reacting, but I think this is exactly what you were going for.”

  “Do you now. Know me that well?”

  “Yeah, I do,” he says and I’m not about to disagree. We’ve been sharing a lot, opening up to each other in so many ways, ways I’d be afraid to do with anyone but him. “You know me too.”

  It’s true, I believe I do, but my mind shuts down when his hot hand presses against my spine, and he runs it down until he reaches my ass. I quiver under his direct touch, and my panties dampen even more. He’s going to love finding them sopping wet and it makes me happy to please him.

  “It’s like fucking Christmas morning walking in here and finding you like this.” He slides his finger under my skirt and lifts it. “All wrapped up like a perfect present.”

  “Now all you have to do is unwrap me,” I say. “And then you get to play with me all night.”

  My words do something to him. He shoves my skirt up, and steps back. I wait for his touch but when it doesn’t come, I look at him over my shoulder. His breathing is harsh, labored as his gaze focuses on my ass. I wiggle for him and he growls.

  Needing, wanting him to touch me, I beg, “Rider.”

  His eyes finally lift, meet mine, and the lust reflected there weakens my body. “Yeah.”

  “Touch me, please.”

  He runs his warm palm over my ass, kneading me like I’m dough, and I moan in bliss. A second later he rips my lacy panties from my hips and I gasp when he grins at me.

  “They were in the way,” he says and slides one thick finger into me.

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  “Up on your knees,” he commands, and I do as he asks, until I’m down on all fours on the bed, his to do with as he pleases.

  “Like this?” I ask.

  “Exactly like that.” He finger-fucks me for a few seconds, and pleasure centers in my core. His finger stills inside me and I whimper.

  “Fuck my finger,” he growls. I move back and forth on his finger and he slides a second one in. “You are so goddamn sexy, I’m going to lose it.”

  “I want your cock inside me,” I murmur. “I want you to fill me and fuck me. Hard and soft. I want you to pound against me, burying yourself in me deep. I want you to make a goddamn mess of me, Rider,” I say, my voice breathless as I lose myself in my need for this man.

  “Yeah, that’s it. Tell me everything.”

  I blink, hardly able to believe who I am with this man, but liking that girl very much. “I want it all and I want it now,” I say.

  “You’re going to get it all. Before we’re done, I’m going to fill you with my cum. I’ve already filled your sexy mouth, and your sweet cunt, now it’s time for me to fill you here,” he says, as he probes my back opening. I gasp and stop moving and his hand stills. My mind races. I’ve never had anal sex before. Never wanted to, but with Rider, I want to experience it all. As my mind settles on the idea, I begin moving again, encouraging him to pick up where he left off.

  He’s a bit hesitant at first, but when I wiggle my ass, searching for his thumb, he circles my puckered opening.

  “Yes,” I say, and he groans.

  “You’re killing me, babe. My cock is so goddam hard. I’m fucking hurting.”

  “I can kiss it better.”

  His hand circles my body, presses against my clit, and in seconds flat the world disappears from my vision. I give over to the sensations, and a hot burst of heat floods my sex and pours from my trembling body. Rider leans over me, his entire being absorbing my convulsions, and anchoring me to him as I ride out the waves. God, I love the way he makes me feel so safe.

  “I love when you let go and come like that. It’s so damn beautiful.”

  I gasp for breath, and he circles my clit, his thumb still in my backside. I glance at him over my shoulder, take in his pants. “You’re way overdressed. I want you naked, now,” I demand.

  His grin is wicked, as one brow arches at my command, but it’s easy to tell he likes it when I’m bossy. Well then…

  “All you had to do was ask.”

  “I just did. So get on with it.” His chuckle reverberates through me, and I move forward on the bed. His fingers fall from my sex, and I miss his touch already as I turn to sit on the bed. “I want your cock right here,” I say and take one of his fingers and slide it into my mouth. I taste myself on his finger as I suck and he groans as his head falls back.

  “You are so good at that.”

  A thread of satisfaction weaves its way through me and feeds my desire. I reach for his pants, and open his button and zipper and struggle to get them down. His finger plops from my hungry mouth to shove his pants down his legs. He gets them to his ankles, uses his heels to remove them and kicks them away.

  “Clothes are so damn overrated,” he teases as he steps up to me, taking his cock into his hand to rub. My gaze drops to it. I want to be the one exploring his erection again with my hands and mouth.

  “In fact,” he says. “When we’re here, I think we should have a new rule. No clothes at all.”

  I grin at him and almost forget how to breathe, but when I take in a breath, the scent of his skin curls around me. My entire body heats all over again. How will I ever make it out of this affair in one piece? Yeah, he’s made a mess of me, but I can’t say he hadn’t warned me—or that I hadn’t asked him to.

  “I’m not going to argue with that,” I say, working hard to rein myself in as I become aware of his entire body—every beautiful inch of it. “But I’d like to wear them while I’m cooking. I’m not a thrill-seeker like you.”

  He wets his finger and brushes it over my bottom lip like he’s preparing me for his fat cock, but I’m ready. I am so ready.

  “You’re a little more adventurous
than you think, Jules,” he whispers, his warm breath falling over me.

  I smile up at him. I like the idea of that. “Well, let’s see how adventurous I can be right now,” I say and lean forward to lick the pre-cum pooling on his crown.

  “Motherfucker,” he growls and grips my hair and tugs. Who knew hair pulling could be so erotic? The things this man has taught me.

  I moan, loving the taste of him on my tongue, the way he fills my mouth, widening my jaw almost to the point of pain. I take him deep and relax my throat to take even more and his heated curses fill me with pleasure. He grows in my mouth, his veins filling with heated blood as he rocks into me.

  “Jules, my god, Jules, that mouth of yours.”

  His voice is deep, tortured and I slide my hands around his body and cup his perfect ass. He’s so close I can almost taste his release on my tongue, but he inches back and his dark gray eyes meet mine.

  “I need to be inside you,” he says with a calm that belies his shaking body. I don’t answer, instead I nod and shimmy back on the bed. “Lubricant?” he asks, and I know exactly what he has in mind.

  “Drawer,” I say.

  He pulls open the drawer and does a quick scan of my toys before snatching the lubricant. “If I knew you had these, I would have asked you to use them when we Skyped.”

  “Why bother Skyping? I can do it right here with you in the room.”

  His chuckle is hoarse and edgy. “You are such a fucking tease. Now get to the middle of the bed, and spread your legs for me.”

  I position myself and widen my thighs, welcoming him into my body as he grabs a condom from his pants. He sheathes himself, and climbs over me. His lips settle over mine, his tongue soft and probing at first, but becoming more urgent as I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips, taking him deep inside me.

  “Yes,” I moan into his mouth and stroke his back as he powers into me, each hungry thrust pulling another orgasm from me until I’m bursting all around him again.

  “Baby, I feel you. You’re so hot and wet around my cock.”

  “I love your cock,” I murmur, and ride him until my orgasm subsides. The second I stop clenching, he pulls out and I grumble my disappointment. But a yelp escapes me when he flips me over and positions a pillow under my body, raising my ass to him.

  “This will be a first for you,” he says, a statement not a question, but I nod in response anyway. “Fuck baby, the way you trust me with your body…”

  I glance over my shoulder and his eyes are pinched tight, and his head is shaking back and forth as he scrubs his chin like I’d just given him the greatest gift in the world. My heart tumbles, reaches out to him, allows him inside—and holy hell, I can’t deny that I’m frightened by all the things this man makes me feel.

  His eyes fly open, and zero in on my face. “I won’t hurt you.”

  “I know,” I say and lay my face on the pillow, gifting him a part of me I’ve never gifted another—and will never, ever give another. This is for Rider only.

  He pours a generous amount of lubricant onto my opening, and spends a long time preparing me. I squirm, grow restless.

  “Baby, I’m not taking you before you’re ready.”

  “I am ready,” I counter, although I’m not sure I was ever ready for a guy like him. He works me with his finger, and while he’s trying to go slow, there is a new sense of urgency about it. I feel it too.

  He finally, finally, presses his crown to my opening and I move, working to force him inside until I feel a sharp pain.

  “Breathe, baby. Relax,” he says. I take a breath and he adds, “Put your fingers between your legs, and rub your clit.”

  I rub myself, my mind on meltdown as sensations gather, curl in on me, and burst out from my core. He falls over my back, our wet bodies fusing together.

  “I’m inside,” he says, his hot breath spilling over my back and warming all my cold places. But it’s not like he has to tell me, I feel every inch of him in my body. “Are you doing okay?”

  I love his check in. “Yes,” I murmur around the lump in my throat, and move against him, my actions louder than words. He moves with me, and it’s beautiful the way he’s caring for me, running his hand along my back in a soothing manner.

  “I wish you could see, babe. The way you take me is un—fucking—believable.”

  “Tell me,” I say.

  “Your body opened right up for me. Every time I sink in to you, and you squeeze around me, it’s…perfect.” he says and tears fill my eyes. There is no way he can’t be experiencing the same need, want…love…I’m feeling. “You’re perfect.”

  I rub my clit harder, but it’s his words that send me over the precipice. I let go and he groans as my body tightens around his cock.

  “Yes,” he grunts, his fingers biting into my hips for leverage as he lets go high inside me. Happy tears prick my eyes and I swallow a cry as he completely collapses on top of me, his weight pinning me, comforting me, shielding me from the world.

  We stay like that for a long time, and once I’m able to breathe again, he rolls off me. He disposes of the condom, crawls back in beside me and covers us with the sheets. He’s quiet, maybe too quiet, and reflective. I want to ask what’s on his mind, but I’m almost afraid to. His breathing is still ragged, like his adrenaline hasn’t receded—like he’s in fight or flight mode.

  He pulls me to him and places his hand on my chest. “Your heart is still pounding as hard as mine. Breathe with me,” he says and puts his forehead to mine. We don’t break eye contact as we take deep breaths and let them out slowly, and the moment is so intimate, maybe more intimate than anything we did so far, I fear there might not be a way to come back from it if he’s not on the same page as I am.

  His throat works as he swallows and he shifts beside me, putting his arm on his head and angling me on his body so I can’t see his face.

  “I’m having a surprise party for Kane this weekend,” he says, his voice flat, maybe a bit despondent.

  “Lindsay mentioned it,” I say. Where is he going with this? Is he inviting me, ready to introduce me to his friends? Why does he sound so unamused? Lindsay said he was excited to surprise his brother—who swore he didn’t want a party.

  “Yeah, I needed her help to get him there.”

  “Right,” I say. “Kane’s in good hands with Lindsay.”

  His hand drops from his forehead, his fingers brushing along my arm. “I’d…like for you to come,” he says.

  My pulse jumps. Does this mean he is ready to introduce me to his friends, that he might feel more than friendship for me, too? “Ah, are you sure?”

  “Yeah, Alek will be there.”

  Beneath my cheek, his heart picks up pace again. “What?” I ask, not understanding what he’s saying. I lift my head to see him, and that damn dimple is back.

  “I think you two should meet. I’ll set it up.” He winks at me. “Then you’ll see this Wingman’s got game.”

  13

  Jules

  “I’m not going,” I say to Lindsay as I press my cell to my ear harder, and pace restlessly around my bedroom. Peaches meows and weaves her way between my legs. Maybe I’ll get lucky, fall down the stairs, and end up in traction. That would certainly provide a solid excuse for avoiding Kane’s surprise party at Rider’s place.

  My God, I was ready to lay my feelings on the line after lovemaking—correction, after sex. It’s a good thing I didn’t. I scoff. Yeah, a really good thing I didn’t considering he’s all game to set me up with someone else. But after being with Rider, I realized I was tired of being afraid, tired of going through the motions of living without actually living. He’s opened my eyes to so many things, taught me how to live and love again. Now, well, I don’t want to be afraid of everything anymore. I want to live life…I want to love. Brett would want that for me too.

  Peaches cries louder, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think she was missing Rider as much as me. I steal a quick glance at my neatly made bed. It�
�s been days since he’s been in it, days since I’ve heard from him. No call, no text, no Skype. Not a single…anything. Yes, I get he’s busy with hockey and practice, but still…

  “Why don’t you want to go?” she asks, pulling my focus back.

  My heart cracks a little more as I grip my ponytail and tug, but that only reminds me of my time in bed with Rider. Oh Rider, why did you have to be so sweet and make me fall for you? I swallow a humorless laugh. This isn’t on him. He told me he didn’t do relationships right from the start, and I went and fell for him anyway. But I can’t tell Lindsay that’s the reason I don’t want to go to the party. She’d warned me early on, and I straight up told her I knew what I was doing. The last thing I need is a lecture from her right now, even though it’d be well-meaning and caring because she only has my best interests at heart.

  “I have a migraine coming on.”

  “Oh really. I’m so sorry to hear that.”

  I feel crappy for lying, and hey, maybe I’ll get lucky and wind up in bed with a killer headache before the end of the night.

  “Can you take some meds and rest?” she asks, dishes clanging in the background.

  “Yeah, I suppose.”

  “Are you sure you’re okay? You sound…strange.”

  “Headache,” I remind her and curse myself for letting my voice wobble. It’s going to take extra effort to keep the truth from my friend.

  “Well, I’m sure it will be gone by tomorrow. I really need you at the party, Jules,” she says, an almost pleading tone in her voice.

  “Why?” I pace to my window, stare out at the dark night and then flop onto my bed.

  “Because…I…uh…I’m meeting all the hockey players and their wives. I can’t do that without you by my side.”

  “Since when?” I blurt out. My God, she’s outgoing, flamboyant and a great conversationalist. Everything I’m not. If anything, it should be me asking her to hold my hand.

  “I like this guy. I want to make a good impression.”

  I snort. “Then you should leave me home.”

  “Come on. I know Rider asked you to go. He told Kane. It must mean he wants to introduce you to his friends.”