by Lindsey Hart
CHAPTER 19
Teela
The next morning, after the most delicious pancakes with blueberry syrup and whipped cream that she’d ever had in her life, she expected Ross to just drop her off at her place. She could still make it to work and salvage most of the morning, seeing as they’d got up at a ridiculously early hour.
When Ross pulled up to the condo and killed the engine, Teela swiveled in her seat. “Uh- you want to come in? For a cup of coffee or something?”
Ross smiled lazily back at her, which caused all sorts of hot pooling lust and butterflies and rapid heartbeats on her end. “Sure. Coffee sounds great.”
“Even though we’ve each had two cups already?”
“Yeah. The third’s the charm. Isn’t that how that goes?”
“Not in this case.”
“Why not?”
“Because we have to get ready for work. I can still make it there at a reasonable hour and blame my lateness on- on being sick or something. I don’t know. No one asks anyway. But I can still make it in.”
“You know, the owner of the company would find your dedication something to be marveled at,” Ross said patiently. “If he wasn’t in dire need of a cup of coffee.”
“You don’t even have to be there. No one would question where you were, but I’m a different story. Especially if someone drove by and noticed your vehicle parked in front of my house.”
“Why should that matter? Who cares if they notice? Or are you ashamed of me?”
Teela’s cheeks heated up. “Of course, I’m not ashamed of you!”
“I’m ashamed of my parents at the moment. No, ashamed isn’t the right word. Horrified. Mortified. A little pissed off. A hell of a lot of frustrated.”
There was no mistaking the heat in his eyes and Teela finally figured out that when Ross said he wanted a cup of coffee, he didn’t really want a cup of coffee. Her body lit up like a damn fireworks celebration. Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe? Oh right. Because he was looking at her with that intense smoldering look in his striking blue eyes that said if she didn’t let him in and serve him a cup of coffee, he might actually combust on the spot. Or maybe that was her. Yeah. It was probably her.
“She meant well,” Teela said, but her voice was all raspy and wrong.
“Yeah, I’m sure she did. But still.” Ross’ eyes flicked to her condo. “There aren’t any parents in there. Are there?”
“No. Not one. Mom and Dad live in Philadelphia.”
“Most people move from a small town to the bigger cities, not the other way around.”
“I guess I’m not like most people then.”
Ross’ eyes darkened and Teela was back to wishing for that sinkhole. His eyes swept over her body, sending a flurry of sparks shooting through her, which she seriously didn’t need because she already felt like a stack of dynamite sitting there contemplating about playing hooky from work to bang her boss. When she thought about it that way, it was so much naughtier. Which shouldn’t have tickled her in all the right places, but there was definitely some tingling and some throbbing going on.
Stupid hormones. Stupid, stupid, out of control hormones.
“No, you’re not, are you?”
“I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Besides the fact that you’re a pain in the ass, it was meant as one.” Ross pulled on the door handle and ejected himself out of the car before Teela could respond. He walked up her steps and stood there waiting until she had no choice but to get out of the vehicle and go unlock the door.
“You’re serious about coming in?”
“I’ve never been more serious about anything.” Ross grinned. “I hear you have a nice shower. One of those that’s just barely big enough for two people, but if we’re careful, we might manage not to slip and break our necks.”
Teela made a choked sound in her throat while she dug in her purse for her keys. Where are the damn things anyway? Her fingers were like blocks of wood, stiff and useless. Finally, she scraped the bottom of her bag and her finger brushed cold metal. She pulled them out triumphantly and managed to get them in the lock, even with the trembling her hands were doing.
She stepped inside. “Maybe I’ll get us a cup of-”
Ross shut the door and slid the lock in place. She didn’t have time for another word before he pulled her into his chest. Strong arms encircled her while she was shoved up against the wall, pinned down by Ross’ body. Which she actually didn’t mind one bit. She gasped and her purse slid out of her hand and hit the floor. Because she was absolutely shameless, and maybe she didn’t mind that so much after all, she arched into Ross and tipped her head up.
And because he was Ross, he met her halfway, his lips blazing a trail of fire over her chin as he miscalculated her movement. It didn’t matter. He could kiss her anywhere. She wanted him to kiss her everywhere.
He found her lips and devoured them. Claimed them. His mouth was hot and demanding and Teela gave back to him as good as she got. She wasn’t overly worried about her breath. Ross’ mom was kind enough to find her a toothbrush when she woke up and he’d partaken in the coffee.
He didn’t seem to care.
She knew she didn’t care.
She’d kiss him if he tasted like a dragon. If his breath was stiff enough to stand up on its own. If… okay, she’d pretty much kiss him always.
“Maybe you should lose that shirt,” she panted when Ross let her come up for air.
He complied readily, tossing the scrap of cotton that was far too tight and far too tempting, somewhere behind them. The problem was, Ross made clothing look too good. All that bulging muscle and straining this and straining that and tight this and tight that was too much for any woman. And then… then he got naked and all that never-ending muscle- yeah. Who could resist that?
Maybe there wasn’t anything wrong with her. Maybe Ross Day was just built to tempt all woman-kind into sweet, sensual, amazing sin.
Ross fumbled with his jeans then he stripped those off as well. He somehow managed to work them off while he was kissing her, which was a marvel she hadn’t exactly seen before. Her hands roved lower, over his hips and okay, he’d lost the boxers too. She dug her nails into the smooth skin of his ass, just because she could. Because right there in her front entrance, that glorious, sexy, god-like man was hers, and yeah, so was his rock-hard ass.
And other rock-hard bits.
One of which was currently pressed against her thigh, doing all sorts of throbbing. Causing all sorts of throbbing.
“Two can play at that game,” Ross rasped against her lips.
Teela didn’t have time to ask him what he meant before his hands slid down her hips and cupped the rounded globes of her ass.
“You’re so hard,” she whimpered because he was. He was crazy hard and long and thick, and he was so close. All that separated them was the thin barrier of her dress and her even thinner panties.
Ross kissed her again, but this time, he nipped her bottom lip when he pulled away. A flurry of shivers and sparks erupted through her veins. He groaned when he heard her whimper and that was that. He picked her up like she weighed nothing at all, and she wrapped her legs around his broad hips, his broad naked hips.
“Shower,” he ground out against her lips. “Which way?”
CHAPTER 20
Ross
Ross debated the odds of actually reaching the shower, once Teela pointed to the hallway behind them. He’d never felt so out of control and, fuck me sideways, it had been a long lead-up. He’d never been overly good at foreplay, or at least he didn’t think he had the patience for it, at least not for hours and hours of it, but that’s exactly what the past two days had felt like. Like a really long foreplay session.
That almost succeeded in killing him.
He stumbled blindly through the living room and down the hall, feasting on Teela’s lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth while she stroked it with hers. He was hard. He was so impossibly hard
. There wasn’t a single inch of him that wasn’t turned the hell on and raring to go. His balls were about as blue as they’d ever get. Literally, he expected that if he looked down, the things would be as blue as the damn sky on one of those cloudless days. His dick was so hard it was beyond pain. His entire body felt like it was vibrating.
Finally, finally, they reached the bathroom. Teela stuck out a hand and fumbled for the light. He didn’t bother to set her down as he stepped into the small stand up shower. She giggled as he turned the taps on, but then shrieked as they were blasted with a stream of icy cold water.
“The hot!” She screamed. “Turn the hot on!”
“I’m trying!” His hands worked the taps, blindly, dousing them with an even stronger stream of frigid water.
Teela screamed and went rigid against him, trying to avoid the spray. Finally, he turned her enough to get her back onto the slippery plastic so that he could see what the heck he was doing. He spotted the hot tap and cranked it and the water immediately warmed.
“You have a good water heater,” he panted when he caught his breath. Because that’s a super sexy thing to say.
Teela blinked up at him through starry, wet lashes. She giggled. “Yeah. I guess I do.”
Ross eased her down, but the second her feet hit the shower bottom, he was working the sodden fabric of her dress off her. He practically tore at the thing, but it was drenched and heavy and clung to her curves like a second skin. She laughed as she helped him and finally the fabric pooled around her feet. She kicked it away, out of the shower, which was currently raining onto the bathroom floor since he hadn’t shut the door.
He turned and gripped the glass and heaved it shut with a bang that probably woke up half the condo block. He winced, but then he turned around and… and just wow.
Teela fully naked…
He’d been waiting his whole life for that minute when he finally figured out what was supposed to give it meaning. What he was supposed to be doing. He’d spent so many years trying to make the stores a reality, trying to get the app to work, blah, blah, blah, and none of it meant a single damn thing when he was standing next to Teela.
She was what he was supposed to be doing.
And not just like that, though his dick had other ideas.
He’d known her for all of three seconds. She was barely a blip on the radar of his life, but he knew she was going to be so much more than that. And not just because she was carrying his child.
It would have been scary as hell if he’d allowed himself to think about it, that sense of utter rightness, so he shut his brain off and concentrated instead on finally, finally finishing what they’d started.
“Are you just going to stare at me, or are you actually going to do something?”
“I’d rather just stare at you,” Ross admitted. “You’re perfect.”
“I am not,” Teela scoffed. Her cheeks reddened and it was more than just the hot water.
“You are.” Ross reached out and cupped one of her perfect breasts. “These. These are perfect.” He ran his thumb and index finger over her straining, dusky nipple. “This is perfect.” He let his hand wander down, over the curve of her hip to her flat stomach. “This- this is a crazy miracle that is going to bring everyone so much joy.” He didn’t stop, even when she inhaled sharply. “And this…” he slid his fingers down the folds of her perfect pussy, which were already soaked and not just because they were in the shower. “This is the most perfect part of it all.”
“Two can play at that game,” she whispered before her hand shot out and gripped his cock. She ran that delicate palm down his shaft, right to the tip, before she circled the head gently and repeated.
“You can’t do that,” he panted. “Seriously. If you want this to- uh- be at all enjoyable for you, don’t ruin it before we start.”
“I’d love to not stop,” Teela rasped. There was a devious twinkle in her eyes. “I’d love to do this until you came all over my hand and my belly and my thighs.”
“Teela…” Ross groaned. His cock kicked hard in her hand. “Don’t say things like that.”
“Why not? It’s what I want.”
“What I want is to be inside of you, buried to the hilt, giving us both pleasure.”
Teela’s brow arched. “For two and a half seconds?”
“Yeah. For two and a half seconds.”
Teela shrugged maddeningly, but her hand fell away. “Alright, if it’s what you want.”
“It will be the best two and a half seconds of your life.”
He didn’t give her a chance to protest. His hands encircled her hips and when he picked her back up, she was ready. Her legs curled around his hips and her back hit the shower wall. The water streamed between them, making them both slick and wet. Slicker and wetter were probably better terms.
Ross gripped his cock and brought it to her entrance. She was so warm and wet that he nearly didn’t even last the two and a half seconds he promised her. He had to grind his teeth so hard his jaw clicked and think decidedly unsexy things like his mother interrupting them, just to keep it together.
There was no one to interrupt them and when Teela’s feet bit into his ass and her hands grasped his shoulders and her nails sunk into the muscle, and her head fell back, her eyes closed and her lips parted, it was it. He closed his eyes and surged forward, filling her in a single hard stroke.
She gasped near his ear, the sound echoing around them, but it was a gasp of pleasure.
There was no word for how it felt to finally be inside of her. No single word would or could ever do it justice. She was so tight, so tight and warm and wet and soft and amazing. Her inner muscles clenched around his dick and he’d been kidding about the two point five seconds, but seriously, he doubted that he could last longer because Teela’s pussy was glorious.
“You have the most amazing pussy,” he panted.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she panted back.
She kissed the grin right off his lips, nipping and sucking and biting and thrusting her hips between him and the wall all while her inner muscles worked the hell out of him.
Teela shuddered and rocked her hips into him as he thrust blindly. There was no rhythm because damn it, he couldn’t find an ounce of control.
“Oh my god,” she panted. “Yes. Just like that.”
Ross flexed his hips totally on instinct. “Like that?”
“Yes- oh- oh my god. Yes.”
Teela’s little breathy moans and her wild bucking was like a kick straight to the nuts- in a good way. The best kind of way. If there was a good way and a best kind of way. Ross thrust harder, savoring every single second he was inside of her. He hoped he was hitting all the best places for her, and judging from how responsive she was, he was doing something right.
This wasn’t just sex. It was bliss. It was transcendental. It was like reaching that place that he’d always heard about, but never knew it existed. He’d been at that place with Teela before. It was the first time he’d never felt like he was pretty much obligated or like he was just scratching the urge that regular people had. He didn’t feel trapped. He didn’t feel caged. He didn’t feel edgy and he sure as heck wasn’t thinking about how to make a hasty retreat after or how much it was probably going to cost him or whether Teela was thinking about his bank account at the moment instead of just enjoying what they were doing.
All his life he’d felt panicked, no, fucking terrified, when it came to thinking about spending the future with one person. He liked the option of being single. He didn’t want to be tied down. He’d never wanted to get old with that one person. He didn’t even believe that it could be done anymore. It was a notion from the distant past.
Then there was Teela.
And it wasn’t just her body. Or the sounds she made. Or how well they fit together. He didn’t know what it was about her, but there was something different. It made him feel different.
“Ross…” Teela breathed next to his ear.
He
thrust harder, wild, sensing how close she was, but also because he couldn’t not thrust harder and wilder.
“Come for me,” Ross found himself saying. “That’s right. I want you to come on my cock.” Where the hell did that come from? He’d never said anything like that in his life.
Teela, because she was Teela and she was so incredibly responsive and they just fit together so well, did exactly as he asked. She trembled and the waves of her orgasm hit hard. She gasped and panted and moaned while her pussy squeezed the hell out of his dick, and it was all he could do to hold on. Normally he’d never take chances about this kind of thing. He always wrapped up, but then again, Teela was already pregnant and he hadn’t even thought about slipping on a glove and he was inside of her…
What did she want him to do?
She solved that for him too, as she started to come down from the high she was riding. She shifted her face to the crook of his neck and sunk her nails into his shoulders. “I want you to fill me up,” she commanded. “I want to feel all of you.”
Ross wished he had the fortitude to wait it out and make Teela come again, harder, but with the aftershocks from her climax sending shards of pleasure straight up his dick and into his balls, he was just done. He couldn’t hold back.
So, he gave her everything.
He thrust hard and wild, pumping his hips. Their hips rocked and slammed together while the water coursed over them, colder than before since all that hot water was pretty much spent.
Amazing enough, right as the world faded to black and his body took over, Teela’s cries sounded again like they were coming from far away. He buried himself deep inside of her and his cock kicked and throbbed as he came hard, harder than he’d ever come before in his entire existence, harder than anyone had ever come before in the entire history of the world. Her inner muscles clenched around him, and they shuddered together until they were completely spent.