0-69 in 5 Minutes

by Jasmine Black

  Val switched hands and stroked his fingers. Taking time with each one, rubbing and working the tension away. He leaned his head on the back of his chair. She was the first woman to lavish pleasant attention on one of his two physical flaws. As nice as it was, he wished she’d soothe the other ache in his body. The one that still had his temperature raised.

  Silence fell between them as she worked. None of his ex-wives had taken the time to show him tips to get the stains out. Nor had they cared enough to see his discomfort. That wasn’t fair to his first wife, who happened to be his second wife as well. Stains hadn’t materialized on his hands yet. Silly though. A man paranoid at the marks of his profession. Men should be proud of a hard day’s work and a soft night’s play. Or a midmorning love session.

  Why not? She had gotten jealous over Bambi and started cleaning. Something he noticed about Val when she got nervous or angry. Thank God she hadn’t met Bambi. Bambi still believed she held some form of power over him. The only power she had was his pity and good heart. Other than that, he didn’t care if he ever saw her again. Having to stay at Val’s for three days was a blessing.

  Pressure pushed into his shoulders and he realized Val had moved her massage to his neck. “Oh yeah.” If she didn’t stop, he’d pull her onto his lap and take her in the salon. “Damn you’re good at that.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered in his ear.

  He jerked his head to the side and shuddered as tickles raced down his neck. “Stop it, or I’m going to repeat Friday night.”

  “Would that be so bad?” She placed a kiss on his neck.

  “Yes, it would.”

  She stopped rubbing his shoulders. The warmth of her hands disappeared, and he craved them back on his skin. He hadn’t meant anything bad, but it came out all wrong.

  “So if Friday was bad, why did you come on to me at the hospital?”

  “I was under the influence of medication.” Probably whatever he’d taken in the car.

  Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew large and round. Again, words had flown out of his mouth, and he wished he could take them back.

  “Val, I just meant that we didn’t use any protection, and it seems I don’t have any with me. Don’t you think we took a big enough risk the first time?” He could have sworn he’d put condoms in his wallet before dinner Saturday, but when Val gave it back to him they were gone.

  “Depends on who you ask.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head as if he’d said something completely idiotic.

  He stood and started to pace. Had she taken the condoms out? “Do you want to have a baby with a total stranger? Not to mention the fact that your family thinks I’m someone I’m not. I won’t go along with your scheme forever.” Hell, he wanted to end the facade now and date her for real. But he was in way too deep. Bambi needed the money, and Val would kill him if she knew her money was going to pay Bambi’s drug dealer. “Do you have plans to get knocked up to please your mother and then toss me aside?”

  “No! Condoms fell out of your wallet, and my mother took them. Gave me a speech on not using protection while you were passed out in the dining room floor. The woman is mad. She’d do anything for me to get pregnant.”

  “Anything?”

  “Anything.”

  “Even switch my medication?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, whatever I took in the car is working on me like Viagra. I’m hot, seeing blue spots and my dick is as hard as a rock.”

  She looked down at his crotch. “Oh my God! Rita. Mother!”

  “What?”

  “The nurse, Rita, she’s my mother’s best friend. I can’t believe she’d stoop this low and drag Rita in on it. She promised me she’d lay off after the oyster incident. Now she commits a crime.” Val sat down in a chair against the wall and dug into her pocket. “Here, I meant to put them back in your wallet, but I forgot. Then I decided to give them to you, but I saw all the stuff at your house and thought you had plans for them with someone else.”

  At that moment, he recognized the look of insecurity in her eyes and body language. Arms crossed over her stomach, back hunched forward and her head hung down. Tears glistened in the corners of her eyes. That jackass and her mother had done a number on her self worth. She wasn’t stupid or a baby making machine.

  He knelt before her and tipped her head to stare straight into her eyes. Sorrow squeezed the anger from him, drained him of the fiery energy that had coursed through his veins. “Sweetheart, there are good guys out there. Why don’t you give one a try?” Start with me. I’m right here, willing to attempt a relationship. Hold you through the night. Make love to you. Put a smile on your face.

  Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I keep telling myself that, but I don’t know. I have a knack for choosing jerks. Why can’t I attract one of those good guys?”

  Tugging on her hands, he pulled her onto his lap on the floor. Her gorgeous legs wrapped around his waist. “You’re beautiful and sexy. Attracting a man is no problem for you.”

  “That’s sweet of you to say, but after the attraction I have to keep them happy. I mean come on, you left me your business card.”

  He gripped her shoulders. “Yeah, with a note on the back. I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. You looked peaceful, and I had a customer coming in at eight.” What more did she want? He’d given her his business number, home phone and cell. In return, she’d brushed him off until she needed him.

  “A note? What note?”

  “The note on the back of my business card.” Hadn’t she seen it? Her puzzled looked said she hadn’t. “The note that said, ‘last night rocked, call me’. Then I added my home phone and cell number on it. I waited for you to call all day. The phone didn’t ring once. I assumed I wasn’t your type.”

  “Oh shit. I’m an idiot.” She dropped her head to his shoulder.

  “No you’re not.” He rubbed her back through the satin of her tank top. “But you might need your eyes checked.”

  She laughed and sniffed.

  His cock strained with her pussy so close and her shorts so short he could almost see the juncture of her thighs. Oh, how he wanted to slide between those tight thighs.

  “Smile for me,” she said and rose up.

  “Why?”

  She kissed his cheek. “So I can see those sexy dimples.”

  Sexy? Did she really think they were sexy? “Are you joking around?”

  “Hell, no. I’ve told you about ten times in two days how sexy they are.”

  “No, you haven’t.” He took hold of her shoulders and pushed her back until he could stare into her eyes. “You said they were nice, like my grandmother does. Then she pinches them, along with every other older lady I know. Every time I smile, you get this look on your face like you want to pinch ‘em too.”

  “I do want to pinch them. Put my hands on ’em, kiss ’em. Every time you use them on me, I get warm and fuzzy, tingle all over. My nipples get hard and I…” She stopped and blushed a light pink.

  “What? Don’t stop. Tell me what else.” He flashed a wide grin, knowing it would create dimples.

  A moan hummed through her lips, and he watched her this time. Preconceived notions pushed aside. Her eyes lit up, and she arched her back slightly. He tilted his head, pleased with her reactions. She did like them. Lacing her fingers in the hair on the nape of his neck, she drew closer and kissed the left side of his neck, working her way to his ear.

  “Your dimples make my pussy wet.”

  Hot burning need ran down his chest to the pit of his stomach. What more could this woman say to him today that would make him believe she was not created for him? Her lips worked on his earlobe and neck. He slipped a finger inside the crotch of her shorts and found her just as she’d promised. Wet.

  A sweet cry tore from her lips when he brushed across her clit.

  “Damn, girl.” He stripped her shirt over her head and tore off her bra, exposing hardened rosy buds. No one had ever responded to his dimples tha
t way. It was hot and powerful. Buttons flew from her shorts as he ripped them away from her tight ass. No panties today.

  Wasting no time, he threw his shirt on the floor and worked his jeans off while keeping her naked body pressed against his. His hands felt and explored the planes of her back, hips and ass. Not being able to stand his arousal any longer, he tore open a condom package and rolled it on quickly. The first thought that popped in his mind was to thrust inside and feel her surround him. But his second thought made him pause.

  “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

  “No, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” He found her opening and slowly pushed inside.

  She took the length of him on the first stoke and kissed his lips. Where had her pussy been all his life? So hot and wet and tight. After a few slow strokes, she increased the speed. Her breasts rubbed his chest until she threw her head back against the chair behind her.

  He grabbed a nipple and pinched it like he’d seen her do the last time. Soft cries caused the hairs on his neck to stand up. Rubbing and squeezing her breast, she moaned and ground her ass into his thighs. Instead of pushing his hand away, she wrapped one of her own on top of his and gripped it.

  Beautiful, natural breasts. Puckered, rosy nipples. No scars from implants. A slender waist and curvaceous hips which fit his hands magnificently. Her body represented true femininity without anything fake.

  He gripped her hips and pumped them. Watching her mouth curve as she licked her lips sent a surge of adrenaline through his body, made his dick twitch. She screamed out in ecstasy as her pussy pulsated around the length of him. Her body shook, and he lost control, shooting his seed.

  Gently, he withdrew and pulled her close. The smell of sweat and sex mingled as their bodies pressed together, her head buried in his shoulder. She fit perfectly in his arms and he wanted to keep her there for the next twelve days. Feel her soft skin next to his. Touch her breasts. Taste her lips of wine.

  But then he’d have to give her up. Walk away like nothing had happened. If he was to do that, he’d have to stop making love to her. Or else he’d not only lose the best woman he’d ever known, he’d lose his heart too.

  Chapter 10

  Bree took a deep breath and knocked on Val’s door. She wiped her nose on the ragged tissue once more and stuffed it into her purse. The midmorning sun blazed down, warming her bare shoulders exposed from her halter top.

  “Val,” she hollered out. Her head throbbed, and she winced. What was taking her so long? She didn’t have clients on Sundays.

  Finally, after sweat formed on her brow, the door jerked open. Sam stood in his jeans, barefoot and shirtless. Damn if he wasn’t chiseled. Her big sis had scored one hell of a hottie this time. Ripped muscles bulged in his neck, pecs and biceps. Yummy!

  Whoo! Where had that thought come from? Maybe she liked men a bit more than she’d thought. Last night must have opened her eyes.

  “Morning, Sam. Is my sister dressed?” She inched her way into the house and brushed her boobs against his magnificent chest. A chill ran through her breasts.

  He stepped back as if she were the black plague.

  A laugh escaped her, but then slashing pain made her grimace. “I don’t bite. Where’s Val?” She purred and blew a breath across his neck.

  “She’s in the salon.” He turned his face away and closed the door as Val appeared from the dining room.

  “Hey, sis. What brings you here?” Val smoothed down her rumpled hair and stepped into the living room.

  Yeah, they’d been getting it on. Finally, Val had gotten laid. Lord knew she needed it. The girl was way too uptight, but she had to put a stop to it. “Oh, Val!” She used her best woe-is-me voice and flung her arms around big sis. “I had a fight with Lexi. It was so awful.”

  “I’m sorry.” Val wrapped her arms around Bree and hugged her back. “What happened?”

  Tugging on Val’s hand, she ushered her to the couch.

  “I’ll leave you two alone for awhile.” Sam left the room.

  Good. She didn’t want the two of them getting too close. It would ruin her whole plan to get Mom’s attention. After she had the first grandchild, the two of them could screw all they wanted.

  “I got upset with her dating other people. I asked her to stop, but she refused.” She turned on the tears. “So, I fooled around with someone else, and she got jealous. We had a big fight, name calling and everything.” Grabbing a tissue from the coffee table, she wiped her nose. “I can’t go back there, sis. Not tonight anyway. I…I think we might have broken up.” The tears flowed freely now. They’d had a fight, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. It would blow over in no time.

  “Oh, honey. You can stay here.” Val wrapped her arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

  “I can? Thank you so much, Val. What would I do without you?” The awful stench of cleaner stung her nose. She blew again. Who the hell liked to live in a place cleaner than a new car? “But…no, I can’t intrude on you and Sam.”

  “Intrude? Nonsense. Stay here tonight, calm down and things will look better in the morning.”

  “Thank you.” Operation-keep-Val-away-from-sperm launched into full swing easier than she’d thought it would. She hadn’t had to plead or beg. Maybe she should take advantage of the situation while she had the chance. “Could you make me your famous chocolate chip cookies?”

  “Sure.”

  An hour later, Bree sat on the edge of the tub and savored a warm cookie while she talked to Lexi on her cell phone. The house smelled of fresh baked cookies, double fudge brownies, and a carrot cake. Her stomach rumbled. She hadn’t eaten all day, choosing to skip breakfast because of queasiness.

  “Lexi, I told you already. I’m not mad at you. The only reason I’m staying at Val’s tonight is to keep her and Sam apart.” She took another bite. The warm gooey chocolate strung in the air as she pulled the cookie back from her mouth. “These cookies are great. I should cry on big sis’s shoulder more often.”

  Lexi apologized for their little tiff as Bree inspected her teeth in the mirror. No one liked to be caught with chocolate clumps between their pearly whites. “Yes, I heard you. I told you I was sorry about lying to Blade, but I explained all of that to you last night. And if Val and Sam have a baby before I do, then Mommie Dearest will have no need to lavish gifts on us. Grandparents are overly excited about the first baby.” The front door banged and voices floated from the living room. “Look, I gotta go. I hear a commotion in the living room. I’ll call you later.”

  She snapped her phone shut and rushed through the dining room. Once inside the doorway to the living room, she froze in her tracks. What the hell?

  * * * *

  Val panicked as relatives bearing gifts and food dishes filled her living room. Her mother gave orders and directed everyone around.

  “Mother,” she whispered through the side of her smile, “what’s going on?”

  “Dear, while I am very upset with you right now, I am also ecstatic. How could you keep such wonderful news from me?”

  She grabbed her mother’s arm and pulled her off to the side. “What news are you talking about?” Aunts from Dad’s side set up hors d'oeuvres in the dining room and on a card table. Cousins stacked gifts on the coffee table. Bree stood in the doorway looking as confused as Val felt.

  “Rita told me all about it.”

  The forced smile she’d plastered on her face a few minutes ago disappeared. “Mother! About what?”

  “About you and Sam getting married. She said there was a rumor going around the hospital that you said you were Sam’s fiancée. I figured that was the big news you had at dinner Saturday and I ruined everything with the oysters. So, I want to make it up to you.”

  My news? Confused by the comment, she shook her head but let the issue slide for now. “By giving me a shower?” Could this get any worse? Noah was outside on the back porch talking to his sister on the phone, but he’d be wondering about the commotion soon. Then sh
e’d have to explain another mess.

  Just then Noah walked in. His eyebrows quirked and his gaze darted around, looking at the bustle of people.

  “Ooh, Judith! Is this the entertainment?” Aunt Delilah ran her two inch, airbrushed fingernails—the ones she had skillfully designed—down Noah’s chest and ground her hip on his crotch. “Yummy, like a juicy steak.”

  Oh my, God! She felt her face flush. Her whole family was nuts. She wanted to run and hide, but she couldn’t leave Noah alone with these horny middle-aged women. Or her young, vivacious cousins either.

  “Delilah, keep your hands to yourself. He’s not a stripper, that’s Sam.” Her mom used it as an excuse to stop their conversation and go back to organizing.

  Val shook her hands through the air and let out a grumble.

  “Well, well. He sure is going to be eye candy at Christmas. I could just lick him like a peppermint stick.” Aunt Delilah moistened her lips with her tongue.

  Noah’s face turned bright red, and he moved to stand behind Val. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Heat flowed up her breasts when his hands rested on her stomach and pulled her back into his embrace. His minty breath tickled her ear as he spoke softly. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

  “My mother is throwing us a wedding shower.”

  His grip tightened. “Why would she do that?”

  Another fine mess her lies had gotten her into. “Just humor her, please. I’ll explain later.” She patted his hand.

  “The last time you said that, I ended up in the hospital, dear.”

  Her stomach twisted from the rough tone used to say “dear”. Please God, let him hold his temper for a couple of hours.

  “Val, Sam, you two come sit on the couch so we can get this party started.” Her mother had actually saved her for now, but she’d have to explain later when they were alone.

  “Mom, where’s Rita?” She’d like to wring the woman’s neck.

  “She had to work an early shift today, so she won’t be able to make it. It all transpired so sudden, she couldn’t swap shifts. Now sit down.”