Flirty Ever Afters: A Flirt Club Collection

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Good to know. I guess I could throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here as if it’s on fire.”

  “I don’t think carrying is going to be necessary.”

  3

  Vaughan

  “So…Vaughan.” His voice is gravelly and deep, and it vibrates through me, sending heat toward my core. “Other than liking a screaming orgasm or two and not taking any bullshit, is there anything else I should know about you?”

  I consider his question for a few seconds as I study his features. I don’t know why I was surprised when he said he was a firefighter. I can totally picture him suited up in his uniform and it’s a sight I think I might need to experience in real life.

  “Hmm…how about, I don’t have time for anything serious, my job is my life and I’ve got a hotel room a block away.”

  His eyes widen and his mouth drops in surprise. I make the most of his silence and finish off the rest of my cocktail before jumping down from the stool. The alcohol makes my head spin a little, but not enough to not know what I’m doing. “What do you say?”

  “I say, lead the way.”

  I wasn’t surprised when Kelly came back saying that her husband had called and one of her kids was sick and wanted her. We can barely get through a thirty-minute phone call without one of them needing her, so I wasn’t really expecting us to have a whole night together. Callum was definitely a surprise though, especially when he opened his mouth and a deep, smooth British accent came out.

  We’re both silent as we walk through the reception area of the hotel I’d booked for tonight.

  “Have you been in America long?” I ask after pressing the button for the correct floor in the elevator. Callum steps in behind me and suddenly all the air seems to vanish from the small, enclosed space.

  “Since I was a teenager.” He doesn’t stop once he’s inside, instead he continues forward until I’m backed up against the wall. “Any more questions?” he asks, his eyes flitting between my eyes and my lips.

  My heart races and my clit pounds as I wait for him to do something. He’s got me surrounded with his tall body and broad shoulders. I feel tiny in comparison. I’ve no doubt he could throw me over his shoulder like a rag doll without very much effort on his part.

  Biting on my bottom lip, I shake my head. With his eyes locked on my lips, he lifts his hand and his thumb lands on my chin, forcing my lip from between my teeth. The second it’s free, his head dips and his lips capture mine. His hands land on the sides of my face and his fingers thread into my hair. Tilting my head so he can deepen the kiss, the elevator dings to announce our arrival.

  “Callum,” I mumble against his lips and attempt to push him back.

  Instead of stepping back so we can walk from the elevator, his hands slide down my body, grip onto the back of my thighs and he throws me over his shoulder. A squeal rips from my lips as I fly through the air.

  “Which room is yours?”

  “Thirty-four.”

  He comes to a stop outside my room, pulls my bag from my hand and digs through for the key.

  “Be my guest,” I grumble. I’m rewarded for my smart mouth with a slap to my ass.

  I hiss in pain as my ass cheek stings but fuck if my panties aren’t soaked from that alone.

  Seconds later, the familiar click of the door unlocking sounds and he marches us into my hotel room.

  The door slams shut behind us and every part of my body is hyper-aware of every movement and every breath that he takes as he walks toward the bed in the center.

  4

  Callum

  Throwing her down onto the bed, I watch her bounce as her chest heaves with desire. Once she’s settled, I run my eyes from hers and over every single one of her incredible curves.

  “Are you just going to stand there?” One of her eyebrows lifts in challenge.

  Toeing my boots off, I pull my shirt over my head. I’m just about to drop to her when her attention on my body has my movements faltering. Tingles follow her gaze and my chest swells that she likes what she sees. Once her challenge-filled eyes find mine again, I jump into action.

  Pushing her dress up her thighs, I climb between her legs. My fingers tangle in her hair and my lips find hers. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, her sweet taste exploding around me and my mouth waters to find out if she’s just as sweet everywhere else.

  Her fingers grip onto my ass, pulling me down so she can grind against me.

  “Feeling impatient?” I groan in her ear before biting on her lobe.

  “Fuck. Yes. I need to know if you’re man enough for the job.”

  “I’m fucking man enough, don’t you worry about that, sweetheart.”

  Kissing down her neck, her pulse thunders beneath my lips. I continue down onto her chest, nipping and tasting every inch of her skin. Her breasts are swollen and begging for release. Slipping the straps from her shoulders, I pull the fabric of her dress down and find her gloriously bare beneath. Her nipples beg for my attention and I’m powerless but to give this woman what she wants.

  Flicking the end with the tip of my tongue, she hisses and writhes on the bed. Lifting my head, I stare down at her breasts and up to her flushed face. This is exactly what I needed.

  “Callum.” The sound of my name on her lips is enough to set me back into action.

  Reaching behind her, I fumble about for the zip on her dress. I eventually manage to pull it down enough so that I can slide the fabric from her body.

  My cock is throbbing behind the confines of my trousers as I stare down at her flawless body covered in only a tiny black pair of panties.

  Climbing from the bed, I can't help but laugh when she moans and reaches for me as if I’m about to leave. Not for all the money in the world, sweetheart. She soon stops the moment my hands drop to my waistband, then her eyes light up as she watches me drop both my trousers and boxers to the floor.

  Her eyes widen in delight and a smug smile tugs at the corner of my lips.

  “I never have any complaints about my hose.”

  “You did not just—”

  Her words falter as I grip onto the sides of her panties and pull them down her legs. Pushing her thighs as wide as they’ll go, I lower my head to her. She smells just as sweet as I imagined, and I delight in feeling her body tremble as I run my tongue the length of her.

  She moans and her hips lift from the bed. Placing an arm across her stomach to keep her in place. I continue circling her clit until she’s muttering incoherently and begging for me to allow her release. I don’t have any intention of that happening anytime soon. When I headed out tonight on the hunt for a distraction, a quick fuck wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.

  “Oh God, please,” she moans, her fingers gripping onto my hair to the point of pain.

  “Hmm…soon,” I mumble against her. Her pussy grips my fingers violently and I immediately pull back, not wanting to push her over the edge until I’m deep inside her.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she snaps, her eyes narrowed in frustration.

  “You’re cute.”

  “I’m anything but fucking cute right now.” Chuckling at her, I reach down for my trousers and pull a condom from my pocket. Her eyes are locked on my cock as I sheath myself ready for her. “Just for that, I want two before you even think about finishing.”

  “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”

  “I just know what I want. And right now, it’s you. So hurry the fuck up. Argh, fuck,” she squeals as I thrust my hips and fill her in one movement. “Yesss.”

  5

  Vaughan

  I suck in a breath as he hits me so deep it’s borderline painful, but fuck if it isn’t exactly what I need. From the moment he walked into the bar, I knew he was the person to help distract me from what the next few days might hold.

  His fingers hold on to my hips with a bruising grip. I already know that I’ll have the evidence of tonight on my body for a few days. If he carries on fucking me like
he is right now, I’ll be feeling the after effects for a while as well, that’s for sure.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts, lifting my ass slightly to get a better angle. He hits that magical place inside me that so many men fail to find and I cry out his name. “That’s it, baby. Let me feel you coming around my cock.”

  One hand leaves my hip in favor of pressing the pad of his thumb to my clit. Just a slight bit of pressure and my orgasm hits. White lights spark behind my eyes as my body twitches and convulses around him.

  My muscles are starting to relax when I find myself moving. Callum effortlessly lifts me from the bed, flips me over and lines himself back up.

  “You’ve got a sweet fucking ass, baby.” His hand leaves me before it lands on my ass cheek with a burning sting.

  A feral growl sounds out behind me. It kickstarts another wave of desire rushing through me.

  With his fingers of one hand once again digging into my hips, he wraps the other around my hair and pulls my head back slightly. My back arches and the angle is un-fucking-believable. In only seconds I’m racing toward another release.

  “That’s it. Come on. Milk me.” His cock swells within me and I know he’s close to the end. An unexpected feeling hits me, knowing that our time together could be about to come to an end. I’ve had more one-night stands than I care to count over the years, but I’ve always been glad when the deed’s been done and the guy leaves. This time is nothing like that and it’s already freaking me out.

  Another harsh slap to my ass has me forgetting my crazy thoughts and instead freefalling into another mind-numbing release. My body trembles as my muscles fight to hold me upright. But it’s only a few seconds before Callum roars his release behind me and falls on top of me, forcing me down on the mattress below.

  His sweaty chest sticks to my back, our heaving breaths mingle as we fight to get control of our racing hearts.

  “That was—”

  “Incredible,” he finishes for me and my mind starts to wander in dangerous places as I consider him having similar feelings to me. I manage to contain the laugh that threatens to bubble up my throat because even thinking this is anything more than a one-night thing is crazy. I don’t even live here anymore. “Where are you going?”

  Slipping out from under his body, I make my way toward the bathroom to clean up. “You can see yourself out.”

  Shutting the door behind me, I put an end to whatever connection I thought we had. Leaning back against the cold wood, I suck in a deep breath. Cherry always grills me about my ability to have meaningless sex and I’ve never really put all that much thought into it before. I just use the guy for what I need as much as he is me. I’ve never wanted anything more from them and I never really think of them again once our time together is over.

  Until now.

  Walking over to the sink, I rest my palms on the counter and stare at my sex glazed eyes in the mirror.

  He’s just another guy. He gave me what I needed just like the others. But why is that suddenly not enough?

  6

  Callum

  I try not to put much thought into the feelings of disappointment and dejection as Vaughan slips inside the bathroom and shuts herself away from me.

  We both came into this room knowing the deal. This was a one-night thing. A means to a pleasurable end. So why do I feel like it wasn’t enough?

  Pulling the condom off, I drop it into the trash and grab my pants from the floor, ready to get the hell out of here. But when another little silver packet falls from my pocket, I pick it up and twist it between my fingers. An idea forms in my mind and I drop the foil in my hand and move forward before I talk myself out of it.

  Twisting the door handle, I step into the bathroom. I’m half expecting to get an earful and to be sent on my way, but instead, I find Vaughan staring at herself in the mirror. Her eyes immediately find mine, they’re still dark with desire, but there’s also something else in them, something she’s desperately trying to hide from me.

  “What?” she snaps, her shoulders tense and her fingers grip the stone counter a little tighter.

  Unable to find the right words, I rip the packet open with my teeth and roll the condom down my hard length. Her eyes hold mine the entire time.

  Stepping up to her, I wrap her long hair in my fist and pull her head back so I can whisper in her ear.

  “I’m not done with you yet.”

  A shudder runs through her and her eyes dilate. I smile at her in the mirror, glad we’re on the same page with this.

  Kicking her legs wider, I run my hand down her body and grip her hip, forcing her to stick her ass out.

  Taking myself in hand, I run the tip of my cock over her ass until I find her entrance. She tenses as I slide in but the moan that rips from her throat tells me it’s not because I’m unwelcome.

  Something within me settles once again when I’m deep inside. My chest swells as some emotion I’m not familiar with or all that accepting of begins filling my veins.

  Our releases are simultaneous and her legs all but give out. Placing my arm under her knees and around her back, I pull her into my arms and carry her into the bedroom.

  Her eyes are heavy with exhaustion and lust when she looks up at me, hovering over her. My breath catches. She may as well have just hit me with a baseball bat because looking at her now causes something very unwelcome to stir in me.

  I don’t want to leave.

  In a moment of madness, I fall down beside her and pull her swollen lips back to mine. She purrs in delight, her hand landing on my hip and trailing up my body until it’s twisting in my hair.

  I’ve no idea what time we eventually pass out, but I immediately fall into the deepest sleep I’ve had in quite a long time. I tell myself that it’s because of all the sex, but a little nagging part of me I’m trying to keep buried knows that it’s because of the woman beside me.

  It’s that knowledge that has me silently jumping out of bed and collecting up my clothes as fast as I can the second I wake up. Standing at the hotel room door, I turn back and take in her peaceful, sleeping face. A lump forms in my throat knowing that our time together is over. But it’s how it needs to be. Tonight was just about release for both of us. I should not be thinking about the possibility of seeing her again.

  7

  Vaughan

  Rolling over, my muscles ache in a delicious way. Memories of my night with the firefighter hit me. Last night was by far the best night I’ve had in a long time. I work ridiculous shifts at the hospital most of the time so finding someone who can do what he did last night isn’t always easy. But the moment he walked into that bar, I just knew he would do the job properly.

  Remembering falling asleep with him beside me, I roll over and reach out, but the bed beside me is cold and empty. Disappointment floods me and I chastise myself for caring that my one-night stand bolted while I was sleeping. If we were in his hotel room and not mine, then I would have done the same. I try convincing myself that this is true, but I know I’m only lying to myself. If he were still beside me right now, I’d have no qualms about giving him the best wake up call of his life.

  My insides ache as the memory of how he felt inside hits me. I’d had plenty of cocktails before we left the bar last night, surely his skills were masked by the alcohol, right?

  Feeling frustrated, I drag my sore body out of bed and toward the bathroom. The sight of the discarded condom wrapper on the floor is just another reminder of last night. Snatching it up, I quickly drop it into the trash. Out of sight, out of mind.

  Last night was a one-night thing and it’s best I remember that. For all I know Callum wasn’t actually his name and he’s not really a firefighter. He could be a married guy out looking for a little excitement.

  I wince when I look at myself in the mirror as I brush my teeth. My makeup is smeared all over my face, my hair looks like a bird has nested in it, my lips are swollen, and I’ve got the evidence of our night of passion bruised all over my
neck and chest. Just what I need when I’m spending the next two days with family.

  “You’ve got to be kidding,” I complain when I stand with my hand under the cold running shower. I desperately need to wash him off me before heading for my mom’s house, but I refuse to get into a cold shower.

  In the end, I wash at the sink and attempt to run a brush through my hair. I look anything but presentable as I walk out of the room a while later, but it’s the best I can do given the circumstances.

  The town is already buzzing with excitement for tonight’s fireworks display. Milltown has been known for years for its infamous display, and although I wasn’t planning to be here for this, I can’t help the little zap of excitement that runs through me at the thought of being here for it once again. The last time I saw Jed’s display, I was eighteen and getting ready to head away to college.

  “Jesus,” I mutter as the taxi pulls up to the giant house Mom gave me the address to. She seems to have landed on her feet with this one.

  I’m barely out of the car before I hear her calling my name.

  “You’re here. You’re here.” She comes running across the perfectly trimmed grass and launches herself at me. My arms are pinned to my sides as she holds me, painfully tight. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

  I can’t deny that now I’m in her arms that I’m glad I came. I do miss her and it has been way too long since we spent any time together.

  “Come on, let’s grab your stuff. I’m just in the middle of making breakfast.”

  She pulls my small case from the trunk and together we head up toward the house.

  “This place is impressive.”

  “It’s Derek’s. Did I tell you he’s a doctor?”