by Kacey Shea
“Gross. That’s my brother.” Carly scrunches up her nose.
“Get used to it, sis!” Tate winks and she laughs.
“Hey, I’m just glad I don’t have to put in earbuds tonight and pretend I can’t hear you two getting it on.” Carly chuckles and Evie’s cheeks turn a bright red.
“Oh my God, Carly, I’m so sorry. I thought we were being quiet!”
“It’s fine. Really! I just thank God for Dr. Dre and his headphones.”
“Evie, you couldn’t be quiet if you tried. Besides, I love how unraveled I make you.” Tate whispers more words we can’t hear and Evie’s eyes spark with desire. Great. Lovely. Looks like everyone’s getting some tonight except for this lady.
We wave our good-byes as Tate drags Evie away and I’m officially the third wheel. This night sucks.
“So, I guess I better call a cab.” I came here with Trent and I don’t want to spend any more time on Jon and Carly’s date. I unzip my clutch to retrieve my phone.
“You can ride with us.”
“Yes, that’s silly. You and Jon are going to the same place. Ride with us.” Carly agrees.
I don’t want to ride with them. I also don’t want to wait for a cab. Carly makes the decision for me when she reaches over to take my hand.
“You ready to go? Or do you have official artist business to finish up? We can wait as long as you need.” Her eyes are kind; a soft smile plays at her lips. I don’t have the heart to be a bitch to her.
“Nope. No business. I’m ready when you are.”
We stand and I follow the couple out to valet. Jon walks with his hand barely touching Carly’s back. It’s sweet and gentleman-like. It sparks envy. I want his touch.
The car ride is awkward. I’m in the back of the crew cab. Carly and Trent don’t talk much. They would be such a boring couple. Their sex would probably be boring. Now, Jon and I… different story. Our sex was amazing. Not that I’ll ever tell him that.
“Let me walk you in.” Jon parks the idling truck. Carly reaches for the door handle.
“No, that’s okay. I’m good. Thank you, Jon. It’s nice every once in a while to dress up and feel pretty. Hang out with other adults. I had a nice time.” Yuck. Why didn’t he just walk her in? A gagging sound releases from the back of my throat. Now I’m stuck listening to this from the back seat.
“You okay back there? Don’t throw up in my truck.” Jon laughs from the front seat. I should throw up. Make him clean it up. That would give me some sort of vindication for listening to their endless chatter.
“I’m just dandy, thanks for the concern!” I say sweetly but they ignore my reply.
“Well, you looked more than pretty tonight. You’re beautiful, Carly.” What the hell? Is he going to make a move with me in the back seat? This is ridiculous.
“And it was so great to see all the money being raised for the new in-patient unit. You know, working in the hospital, I don’t always get to see how much people truly care about our work. It was really cool to see that tonight.” Oh, yes. It’s not enough she’s beautiful and nice. Don’t forget she saves children’s lives. I feel a headache coming on from all the alcohol. I breathe a sigh of relief when she pulls the handle and pushes the door open.
“Goodnight, Carly, I’m glad you were able to come out tonight.”
“’Night, Jon. Thank you again. Goodnight, Kate. Congrats on the debut.”
I mutter my thanks and Carly finally hops from the truck. Jon waits until she’s inside the door and waving before he backs out. I take the opportunity to hike up my dress and crawl through to the front seat.
“Jesus, Kate. I have car doors.”
“Really? Do you, now? Pray tell, what are these doors that you speak of? How do they work?”
“She speaks! I knew it was too good to be true.”
“Fuck off.”
“Why such a sour mood? Tonight was your big night. Didn’t it feel amazing to have all those people appreciate your art?” He’s being sincere and it pisses me off.
“I’m just disappointed.”
“Oh, why’s that?”
“Because I was really looking forward to getting laid tonight.” I sass. His hands grip the wheel and his jaw clenches.
“Really? After a night like tonight that’s all you’re thinking about?” Well, now I am. I study his hard features. The passing streetlights illuminate his strong jaw, furrowed brow, sharp eyes.
“I’m sure you’re thinking the same thing. Sorry to crash your hot little date. I’m sure you could’ve hit that tonight.”
“A little respect, Kate. Carly’s a nice person.”
“Yeah, she’s also got a nice ass and great tits.”
“Not the only woman with a beautiful body.”
“So, what’s the problem, then? Because she’s nice you don’t want to fuck her? Nice people fuck too, you know?”
“You kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“No. Actually I don’t. Hey, I’ve been thinking.”
“That’s never good.”
“Would you ever pose for me?”
“What? Nude? Hell, no.”
“Why? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, and you’ve no need to be embarrassed. Believe me, I’d know.”
Jon guns the engine after the next stoplight, and sends me flying forward against the seatbelt.
”Drive much?”
“You’re a smart-mouthed little thing tonight, aren’t you?”
“Maybe you like it.”
“Maybe I do.”
SWINGING MY TRUCK INTO THE empty parking space, I kill the engine and reach over, releasing Kate’s belt with the click of a button and then my own. With my other hand I grip her neck, pull her across the center console and slam my lips to hers.
She hesitates a moment before her lips move in sync with mine—open mouth kisses, tongues intertwining. I pull away for a second.
“And maybe I can think of several activities involving your mouth that I’d rather be doing,” I rasp, and then mold my mouth over hers again. This time she climbs on her knees to straddle my waist. Our kiss is almost violent, wanting and urgent. I don’t give up control, though I can tell that’s what she’s trying to gain.
My hands travel from her neck down to her ass and I squeeze, pulling her center hard against my dick. I move my lips down to her throat, nipping and biting between kisses. Her gasps of pleasure spur me onward, I thrust up and she grinds down over my erection.
“Jon. Oh, God, yes. There.” I suck at the skin where her neck and shoulder meet. “Jon. Apartment.” Good idea. I need more space and I don’t want an audience for everything I have in mind.
I open the truck door without pausing my assault on her neck. “Hold on tight.”
Kate squeals and digs her fingers into my shoulders as I jump from the cab and hoist her closer to my chest. I slam the cab door closed and take a few minutes to press her back against the metal of my truck; I rock my hips. Before I get lost in the sensation I pull away and march down the path to our apartment.
Inside behind a locked door, I release my hold on her legs and let her body slide down my frame. I catch her wrists in my hands and raise them over her head, pinning her to the door with one hand. Her breasts rise with each shuddered breath and I kiss and suck her lips, tongue, ear, neck. I land back at the tops of her cleavage.
“Jon. Yes. More.”
“Is this what you want?” I nip her throat and she moans. She’s been snarky and wound tight all evening. I’ll be damned, but something inside needs to control her, give her an insane orgasm, and show her I’m the man. “My room or yours?”
“Huh?” I chuckle against her skin. I love that I’m able to distract her to the point she can’t think of anything except what I’m doing to her body. I pull back enough so that we’re face to face. Her eyes flutter open and the desire I see within steals my breath. My cock throbs. It knows what’s coming. Chill, big guy, you’ll get yours. I’m not rushing this night.
“I want you, Kate. I want you so damn bad. But not against this door. Not for what I want to do.”
“Yes. Yes, please.” She gives a slight nod.
“My room?”
“Yes. Not Evie’s.” My patience from before is waning and I wrap my arm across her waist and throw her over my shoulder. Kate giggles as I stomp my way down the hall. I can’t get inside the room quick enough.
“Caveman. I knew it.” She giggles and I slap her ass again. “Mmm. That’s not punishment. I like it when you do that.” Satisfaction and pride fill me as I lower her to the floor. Maybe she’s right. I am a little caveman, but I’m damn happy she’s in my room for the night.
“Too much talking.” My lips find hers in a hurried kiss. I cup her face in my hands, her head tilted back. Kate’s hands run up and down my hard length, gripping me through the fabric of my pants. I hiss. That feels so good. Her fingers move to my shirt, pull it from the confines of my pants and nimbly work open each button.
Desire pulses from my cock to my fingertips. I need to feel her skin on mine. My hands move across her throat, to the material that covers her breasts, and yank it down. Her nipples now free, I dip my head to suck one into my mouth, and roll and twist the other between my thumb and index finger. Moaning and arching her back, she pushes them closer to my face. It’s not enough, I want more. I release her breast with a pop and stand to my full height.
“Dress off.” I finish pulling at the tie and shirt Kate’s halfway undone. She smirks and reaches to her side, sliding the hidden zipper down to her waist.
“So bossy.” She giggles, but releases her hold on the fabric. The dress pools at her feet and she stands before me, in sexy nude heels and barely there lace panties.
“Fuck.” I stalk toward her, as a predator would its prey. The playful smile fades from her face and she hitches in a breath. We’re standing toe to toe, a current of want and need bouncing between our bodies.
“I need to taste you.”
“Okay.” Her tongue licks across her lips, and as much as I want to tease those lips with my own I have other plans. My hands graze her shoulders and slide down her soft skin. I grasp her wrists and turn her to face the mirror hanging above my dresser.
“Hands stay here. Don’t let go.” I push her wrists so she grasps the ledge of the dresser. Her back arches and I run my hands over the smooth skin before pulling her hips back a little further. Her head is dipped and I can’t see her face in the mirror.
I quickly undo my belt, kick off my shoes, and drop my pants and underwear. Once I’ve peeled off both dress socks I cover her body with mine and frame my chest to her back. My hand snakes over her bare breast, up and across her throat to her chin, and tips it so she meets my eyes in the reflection.
“Kate. I want you to see what I do to you. What you do to me. Don’t you dare drop your gaze from this mirror. Got that?”
“And if I don’t?” I slap her ass and she squeals.
“Just humor me, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispers.
I kiss my way down her spine, massaging her breasts until I reach the lace of her underwear. I dip my fingers into the thin band.
“These are nice.” I yank and snap the band; the fabric drops to the ground.
“Hey! You’re buying me another pair!” I spread her ass with my fingers and lick my way to her center. She’s soaked.
“Gladly,” I murmur against her sensitive skin. I use my tongue and fingers until she’s grinding back against my face. Her legs are shaking and she’s speaking gibberish. I can tell she’s close. Hell, I’m close too. I’m a selfish bastard, though, because I want to feel her orgasm grip my cock as I come with her. I pull away and stand.
“Hey—” I wrap my arms around her chest and pull her to me. My mouth finds hers and she twists into me.
“Taste that. You taste so fucking good, Kate. But I need to be inside you.”
“Yes. Please.” She begs between tongue sparring kisses. My hands move down over her ass to her thighs and lift, and I carry her back to my bed. I should slow down and make this last. Blood rushes in my ears as I set her on the bed. After weeks of fantasizing about this moment I know this will be fast.
She scoots back toward the headboard and I follow, crawling over her to pull a condom from the bedside drawer. I open the foil packet.
“Can I?” Kate’s small hands reach forward, take the latex and expertly roll it down my length. I curse and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“So good.” I brace myself over her body and she spreads her legs wide open, welcoming me against her wet heat. She uses her fingers to guide me inside. I lower myself to my forearms so I can wrap my hands underneath her arms. Locking my gaze with hers I push forward. She holds me like a vice. “You’re always so damn good, Kate.”
I rock my hips and she moves to meet me. First slow, but each thrust thereafter gains momentum and speed.
“I’m so close, Jon.” She moans, closes her eyes and turns her head.
“No. Kate. Look at me.” I slow my rhythm until she meets my eyes once more.
“I want to see your eyes when you come. When I give you all of me.” Her chest rises and falls in short breaths and I resume a demanding pace. She meets me with a rocking of her hips and soon we’re there again. Teetering on the edge of pure bliss.
“Kate. Come for me, baby.” My words are all she needs as she screams out her release, calling my name. Her sweet pussy milks my dick. Pressure builds at the base of my spine and I give in, shouting her name, a shaking, exhausted wreck. I pull out and roll next to her. Wrap one arm under her back to pull her close.
She snuggles into my side with a deep exhale. “That was good.”
“Really good.” I kiss her head, filled with pride and joy at her admission. I roll off the bed and discard the condom in the bathroom across the hall. When I return she’s sitting on my bed, sheet wrapped around her body, picking at the fabric.
“Here. Put this on. We are breaking to re-fuel.” I toss her a shirt from my dresser and pull on a pair of basketball shorts.
“Breaking?” She pulls my tee over her head, and studies the hem like it holds all life’s answers.
“Hey.” I walk to her and use my finger to tilt her chin. Her eyes meet my own. Her lips are swollen and I have to kiss them. I brush my lips over hers once, twice, and pull away before I can’t stop.
“I’m not done with you tonight. But first I want to show you something.” I grasp one of her hands in mine, lace our fingers together and pull her out to the kitchen. I pat one of the barstools and she hops up. I walk the few paces to the fridge.
“Close your eyes. No peeking.” I pull the cake I made from the refrigerator and fish two forks from a drawer as I walk back to where Kate sits. She looks sexy in my shirt, the length pulling short from where she crosses her legs. Excitement fills her smiling face as she waits with her eyes shut tight. I take a moment to admire her before I slide the cake on the counter and sit on the barstool next to hers.
“Can I open my eyes now?” She’s bouncing up and down in her chair. I forgot how much she loves surprises. Her joy is contagious. I chuckle before agreeing.
“Okay, you can open them now.” Her lids snap open and she takes in my poor attempt at cake decorating. Really, I should have signed up for a class or asked for help. As I look at my cake, a box mix baked into a foil rectangle, covered in store-bought icing with “I’m Sorry” spelled out in Skittles pieces with their colors bleeding, even I have to admit it’s pretty sad looking.
My gaze flicks to Kate’s face. Tears roll down her still flushed cheeks. Shit. I’m no Betty Crocker. I should have asked for help.
“Hey. Don’t cry. I know the cake sucks. I’m dumb. Remember to never sign me up for Cupcake Wars. This was stupid.” I reach out to pull the cake off the counter but Kate slaps her hand over my arm.
“Don’t. Don’t you dare take this cake away!” I look up from her hand with surprise, then brace myself as Kate jum
ps onto my lap. Her mouth covers mine in a hot, demanding kiss and I relinquish control, enjoying her lips on mine. Her arms wrap around my neck and shoulders to hold me tight. Kate’s kisses slow to soft pecks before she leans back; her gaze holds me captive.
“My cake sucks,” I murmur.
“Shut your mouth. This is the best damn cake I’ve ever seen.” She releases one arm from my neck to pull the pan close and stabs a large piece from the middle with a fork. It’s covered in candy and frosting, and when she shovels the bite into her mouth, cake crumbs coat her lips.
“I think we need to get your eyes checked.” She looks down at the cake again, her eyes filling with unshed tears.
“Hey. This is supposed to make you happy, not cry.” I use my thumbs to wipe the tears that spill.
“It’s just that—” She fills another forkful and feeds it to me. “No one has ever made me a cake before.”
“No one? Not even your mom?” She shakes her head.
“No. My mother never baked. Always store bought cakes and cupcakes. You know the perfect looking ones with the airbrushed paint looking frosting? And the funny thing was everyone was always jealous. Like wow, what a cool cake. And all I ever wanted was a homemade one. Like Linda used to make for Evie and Melissa. To show that she cared, you know? That it was okay the cake didn’t look perfect because she made it for me.” She drops her gaze at the admission and looks away to fork another bite. “Silly really, now who’s being stupid?” She smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“I don’t think you’re stupid at all.” I run the pad of my thumb across her lips where a touch of frosting remains. “You’ve got a little.” My hands pull her flush against me and I trace her lips with my tongue. Her eyes flare with the same heat that rushes through my veins. She squirms on my seat and I know she can feel what she does to me. How much I want her again.
“Kate. I—I know I don’t have much to offer. I’m stubborn. I’m no good at this normal, civilian life crap. I don’t know how to cook amazing food like Tate; I don’t make lots of money like Drew; I can’t sing for shit—” I pause to reign in the jealousy that comes with that last one. “But when I’m with you… When it’s just us… I just—” Why is it so difficult to spit the words out? Fucking grow a pair! I inhale a deep breath. I can do this. “My cake decorating skills suck, too. But I’m glad you like my sad cake with the Skittles on top. I guess what I’m trying to say—”