Haught & Bothered

by Leela Lou Dahlin

  There it was. That look of pity. That poor Gemmi expression. The only thing he didn’t do was shake his head. She was not taking this. Not from him. Not today. She walked over to him, ignoring the concerned look on his face and continued the kiss, she was enjoying in the hallway. It had to be done quickly, before she’d remembered the reasons why she shouldn’t be kissing a man like this, whom she didn’t know, alone, in a secluded bathroom. His firm lips were supple, but he was gentling her as she was trying to rev him up. He grabbed her shoulders and held her back. Her only consolation was that his breathing was a little harsher than it had been before they started, and the easy-going grin was definitely gone, but now she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

  “Hold on,” he said looking into her eyes as if he was trying to see if she was off her rocker. “First, I want to tell you…”

  “No,” she murmured as she pulled him back down to her mouth, because she didn't want to hear what he had to say. Take. That’s what she wanted to do, and she would make sure he got something too, but talking wasn't a part of it. She didn't want to hear anything, except the sounds of pleasure coming from his mouth.

  Good at listening, he must have decided to let her do what she wanted and joined in a bit. He was taking over this sexual situation, and she was so glad. He was good with his hands—rubbing, touching and making her feel secure. He kissed his way down her neck and pulled her plunging neckline down a little more. The sucking kisses he placed on the top of her breasts felt so good. She didn't remember foreplay ever being this exciting and electric. Maybe being illicit and carefree was just what the doctor ordered.

  He undid her blouse and unsnapped her bra. She silently thanked whatever made her choose this bra tonight. The snap front made it easy for him to get at her breasts and she didn’t have to let him go. She drove her fingers in his soft hair, subtly directing him to where she wanted him to go. He may be an apparition. Maybe she came in the bathroom and was having a deep fantasy. Whatever it was she didn't want it to end. He latched on to her hard nipple and she could feel the moan start from deep within her...she fisted a hand in the thick black waves of his hair not wanting him to move from that spot.

  Then he looked up at her and she was blown away that those light gray eyes with the dilated pupils were filled with desire. He was as excited as she was. She wanted to touch his cock, she wanted to squeeze him, and she wanted to fuck him. Right now.

  She pushed him slightly away so she could get his butter soft, navy blue T-shirt off. He relinquished his shirt easily, and unbelievably he looked better underneath his clothes than he did with the clothes on. His broad chest was lightly sprinkled with hair that became more concentrated under his belly button and the thicker treasure trail lead into his pants. Running her fingers over the flat brown disks of his nipples, she pinched lightly, watched his well-toned stomach jump slightly and heard the hiss of air he released. Damn, she should try getting to the gym if she could see guys like this. Where did that thought come from, she wasn’t going to be meeting guys like this. She pulled him down and started to kiss him again when he backed up.

  “Before we go any further—” he said, looking more adorable than before. His hair was mussed, he had her gloss on his face and the only thing wrong was the concerned look that had come back.

  “Shh, no talking. You'll ruin it.” She didn’t want to talk. She wanted action.

  “Ruin what?” He looked at her and brushed the hair away from her face.

  “Everything.” She couldn’t look at him as he tried to figure her out so she opted to look at his chest. She didn’t want tender, she wanted hot and sexy and she didn’t want to explain why. She chanced a look into his face, and saw his narrowed eyes assessing her.

  He looked wary, but he brought her back into his arms after pushing off her blouse and bra. She was moved to stand in front of the large mirror above the sink. He closed in right behind her and since he was at least six inches taller than her five feet, six inches she could see his face. They stood looking at each other and he rubbed her arms a few times before moving to cup her breasts. He appeared to be watching her reaction. When he slowly moved his fingers up to the nipples that were now hard, peaked and aching for attention she wanted to grab his hands and make him reach the destination faster. The anticipation was sweet, but she wanted to feel him right now. When he reached his destination, he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and her gaze was drawn to the look on her own face.

  Open mouth, head slightly tilted back, and her eyebrows furrowed in concentration—now that was a woman who looked like she was having a good time. She rocked her hips so that she could feel him thick and hard beneath his jeans behind her and was pleased to hear his breath hitch in his throat. He shifted one of his hands down to the front of her pants, as he opened the buttons, and made it easier to get to his target. As he slid his fingers into her panties she knew what he’d find—her wet and ready. He focused his talented fingers on her throbbing clit. He turned her slightly, bringing her body flush with his while he took turns watching what he was doing to her body and looking into her eyes in the mirror. This man was a wiz at making her body sing and using the whole arsenal to do it—one finger strumming her clit, his other hand stayed on her breast, rolling and plucking her nipple, while he used his mouth to increase her arousal—by licking and sucking on her neck.

  “Do you like this...?” he asked between peppering her neck with kisses.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  His sexiness so close, she wanted to turn her head just to get that heavenly voice closer. He ducked down as he lifted her arm to rest on his neck, leaving him free to taste and titillate her sensitive nipple before drawing it into his warm mouth. The ball of excitement that was low in her womb was constricting into a tight ball of something else. She rocked her hips against his hand and she knew she was seconds away from a powerful orgasm. She looked down at his face and didn’t want it to end. He watched her every expression and apparently, he read her well. Lapping at the nipple he’d released from the sweet suction of his mouth, but now with a sexy grin on his face she knew he had something planned. He latched onto her nipple with a moan and the vibrations reverberated throughout her whole body. The orgasm felt like the ball of excitement had burst and the waves of pleasure that flowed throughout her body made her wish she’d done this sooner. It also made her want this pleasure bringer to be around for a while and she wanted to bring him pleasure too. She put her hands in his hair and directed his sucking kiss to her mouth.

  He made her want so many things, but he was moving like he had all day. She wanted to go-go-go, but his slow it down attitude and his sexy voice made her mellow. She wanted everything now, before it was too late. She wanted him naked. It was hard to do but she pulled his hand out of her panties, then turned around. As she pushed him back against the wall and started unbuttoning his pants she noticed his satisfied smile and decided she wanted to see his face when he was really satisfied. His cock was thick, hard, and straining against the soft cotton of his black boxer briefs. The man was sexy, smelled wonderful, and wore her favorite underwear for men. Too bad she wasn't even going to get his name. She’d wanted the spontaneity and the anonymity, and she had it. To be sad about not seeing him again was insane. Was she looking for anything more than a good time? No. Dropping to her knees, she put her mouth on his cock and traced the outline over the underwear. The groan that left his throat seemed to skitter across her nerves encouraging her arousal to grow hotter…faster. As she pulled down the elastic band and uncovered the treasure she’d been nuzzling, she found herself as impressed with the package as she was with the man.

  “Is all this for me?” She took in the manly smell that clung to his skin and remembered how much she liked doing this. She rubbed the smooth head across her lips, anticipated him entering her mouth, and opened her lips to lick the tip.

  “Absolutely,” he answered, and she could hear the smile in his voice but was enthra
lled with the hard sex she held in her hand.

  She sucked in the head of his cock reveling in the smooth skin, she slid along her tongue, then she looked up to see his reaction. She was surprised he had his gaze focused on her. It was weird to think of her other boyfriends right now, but most of them seemed to look away or close their eyes when she was going down on them. This one wanted to see her, what she was doing to him, and it made her want to do her very best to bring him pleasure.

  He cupped her cheek smoothing her jaw with his thumb. “You don't have to do this.”

  “I know. I want to,” she said looking into his eyes. She went to the base of his smooth, hard cock and licked her way up using the flat of her tongue. When she got to the top she took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip tasting the salty reward she’d worked out of him. She knew she was good at this and enjoyed giving pleasure. Wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft she could hear him moan. She swallowed him deep, stroked his cock faster and could hardly contain her excitement when he began pumping into her mouth. She could tell he was trying to hold back. That only made her suck and pump harder…faster. He pulled her up even as he pumped into her hand. The deep groan was near her ear as he spurted over and over on the beautiful black tiled floor. She enjoyed his harsh panting as he attempted catching his breath.

  “All right, beautiful. That was incredibly hot.” He gave her a kiss that was full of appreciation and gratefulness, and she felt giddy.

  Her phone rang and the ringtone that was just for True broke the intimate moment the two of them were having.

  “Hold on one minute. I have to get that,” she said as she moved to get her purse.

  She fished out her phone and looked at the caller ID. "Hello?" she said, trying to act like she wasn’t having a tryst with the hottest looking stranger she'd ever seen.

  "Well, what did you think? Where did you go? What are you doing? Neither of you have called me,” True said just jumping into the conversation like they’d been talking all night.

  "He never showed up. Your guy stood me up." Gemmi turned away from the sexy, practically naked man standing beside her, not really wanting him to hear why she ended up alone at this fine establishment.

  “What?” True yelled, disbelief coloring her tone.

  “Yes, sorry he never showed, but I'm kind of busy right now. Let me call you when I get home.”

  “Never showed? That's not like Camden. He's a stickler for being on time. Are you sure he wasn’t there?” True tried again.

  “Well, if he was, he never came up to me, but that’s okay. I'll work this out, but I really have to go.” Gemmi was happy to get off the phone. Maybe they could get back to where they left off.

  She looked at the sexy man and found him totally dressed as he handed her the blouse and bra he’d removed. Damn, what was she thinking? She was taking what she wanted. Doing what she wanted to do, and she wasn't going to feel bad about it. He had a look on his face that she didn’t want him to have…apologetic. What?

  “Look, I’ve been trying to talk to you all night. I have to tell you a few things. I’d love to continue this somewhere other than the bathroom.”

  Gemmi was happy to continue this somewhere else. She could get his name but no number and after this night that was it.

  He opened his mouth to continue, but his phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket. Taking a deep breath and releasing a loud sigh, he looked over at her before he pressed the button on his phone to answer the call.

  “Hey there,” he said in that sexy voice. Gemmi tried hard not to be jealous. She'd just met the guy, and she had no thoughts of taking this any further than they had as a matter of fact this had gone a lot farther than she expected. He watched her as he spoke to the person on the other end of the line, like he wanted to see her reaction. She was determined not to give him one. She put on her clothes and worked on making herself look like she hadn't just given him a blowjob in the bathroom of The Blue Lagoon Jazz Bar.

  He listened to the person on the other side of the line and couldn't seem to get a word in edgewise. “Of course…I didn't… I'd never do that… Always,” he said, sounding like he was speaking in code. He probably had a girlfriend and was cheating on her with some random floozy he'd met in a bar...wait she wasn't a floozy. He was.

  He continued talking all the while looking at Gemmi. “We're together now. I didn't stand her up you told me seven-thirty. I'm not getting into that right now. I knew who she was as soon as I saw her,” he said, walking over to Gemmi and handing her the phone. “It’s for you,” he said with a strange smile.

  A Haught Date – Haught Brothers Book #1

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  Too Haught – Haught Brother’s Book 2

  Chapter 1

  Beau

  What the entire fuck have I gotten myself into? Beau Haught walked into the dimly lit studio, trying to pull himself together. He’d been out of sorts lately, but that wasn’t unexpected, right? His baby brother’s wedding was in a few days, and his nerves were shot. He’d like to think it was because weddings in general made him slightly nauseated, and if anyone asked, that was what he would say. How could they tell him he was wrong?

  Ouch. What the hell? he thought, somehow managing to hit his toe on a huge trunk that he would have seen if the mood lighting wasn’t on the too-damn-dim setting. Looking down, he saw the real reason he’d been out of sorts, and why his big toe was throbbing. Karessables Lingerie and Intimate Attire. The trunk was filled with sexy, exclusive unmentionables that would make his heart race and mouth water…just like their curvy creator. Beau shook his head to clear his thoughts, because lately that woman had started occupying ever-increasing space in his brain.

  He hobbled around the heavy container, trying to keep the pleasant, calm demeanor he usually displayed intact, and that’s when he saw a door open. That had to be the room True was using for the boudoir photos she was creating for the bride, the groom, and all of the people in the bridal party. If the flickering glow was anything to go by, the room had several candles lit.

  The sound of jangling keys and high heels clicking on tile flooring led him to believe that he wasn’t alone, but the speed of the footsteps suggested someone was trying to leave quickly. Was True leaving? With all those candles lit? He tried to make it back to the door, but the maze-like obstacles and dim lighting made it difficult. By the time he got to the entrance, he could only watch as True jumped in her car and drove off. Beau tried to open it, but it was locked, and he knew he needed a key to open it. He pulled out his cell, hoping this weird behavior would be explained with a simple phone call, but she had the nerve to not answer her phone.

  “Now what?” he murmured to the empty room. He’d come from the bachelor party early, by cab, because he’d been drinking and didn’t want to chance driving while even slightly intoxicated. Well, he was sober now, pissed off that he was missing one of the last few times to be with his brother before he tied the knot, and trying to figure out what the hell was happening in his life. Of course, everyone he knew was busy tonight, and for some reason his best friend seemed to want him to try out the bed in her boudoir set up. Well, if that wasn’t what she wanted, Miss Jet-Pack was out of luck. Maybe she’d put some of those sleepy vanilla-lavender packets she’s always giving him in the bed she’d set up. He’d never tell her that they sometimes helped him get comfortable enough to sleep…not because he didn’t want to admit to the meddlesome woman that she was right, but because True would know the reason why. They reminded him of her. Karessa. The woman behind the brand, Karessables. Karessa Monroe. That was how he had described her after he rode her sweet pussy through the night and brought them both to fulfillment. They’d snuggled together, and he’d enjoyed just listening to her breathe. She was Karessable, and he’d told her so almost every day. The fact that she’d taken that endearment and made it a part of her very successful business made him smile, even though it hurt like all hell. He h
ad no right feeling like he was a part of something that she created, especially when he knew she hated him, and had every right. Somehow that didn’t change the fact that he missed snuggling with her.

  Snuggling…that was a fucked-up word. He couldn’t even believe he’d been that guy. The one who wanted forever. The one who would have done anything for his woman. The one who did everything for his woman. He even let her get away from him, so she could have the life she’d always dreamed of. No one knew how hard it had been to let her go, or how much his sacrifice continued to cost him to this day. She was rich, famous, and successful. That was the life she wanted, and that was the life he wasn’t going to get in the way of.

  He wondered if True had anything to snack on, as he’d missed the food portion of the evening. It probably was only going to be wings and burgers, but right now that sounded like a little piece of heaven. Ordering some wings might be an option, but unless he wanted to break the industrial-strength door to let the delivery person in, it wasn’t going to happen. Flicking on the lights by the door, he wondered why the hell he hadn’t done that in the first place. Damned Adios Motherfuckers. That was the drink his brothers and a few friends were having at the bar: equal parts rum, gin, tequila, vodka, Blue Curacao, a little bit of sweet and sour, and lemon lime soda. That drink could make even the most horrendous farewell a bit more palatable. The sudden brightness of the room made him squint, but his name was on a note taped under the switch. Ripping it off the wall, he tore it open.

  Beau,

  I know you’ve had a rough couple of years, and although I’ve never mentioned it, I’ve always known why. I am also aware you’ve had trouble sleeping for a little while, so I wanted you to try out the comfy new bed I’ve placed in my studio. I said I wanted your opinion on the room for the pictures we are taking tomorrow, and I do, but you owe me a favor, and I’m calling it in now. One night in my studio. You can’t leave unless there’s a true emergency. I’ll be back to unlock the door around 9:00 am. You have nothing planned except the photo shoot, and that’s not until 4:00 pm, so you can relax and enjoy your evening. You’re welcome.