Bash leans in and kisses me softly. His tongue dances with mine while his hands wander. He finally breaks away. “I think that’s a yes.”
He gets out and runs around to my side of the car. He opens the passenger door and takes my hand. What a gentleman. He follows me closely, and I can tell he’s looking at our surroundings to make sure we’re okay.
I unlock the door and disarm the security.
Once inside, I turn, push him against the wall, and kiss him as if he’s my last breath of air before I drown. My hands trace his muscles through his shirt, and I’m already excited.
Flipping me to the wall, he holds my hands above my head. My knees go weak and my heart freezes as he pulls and tugs at my shirt. I wriggle one hand out to work on the buttons. Bash reaches back and pulls his shirt over his head. My breathing stops as I take in his eight-pack with a sprinkle of hair between his pecs.
He moves toward me like a cat stalking its prey. I slide my shirt down my shoulders and toss it at him. His eyes are riveted to my chest and my lacy demi cup bra. I unhook the back and hold the bra in place. He lifts an eyebrow as if to dare me to remove it. I let it drop to the floor, my nipples hardening in the cool air. My hair, black as an unlit alley, falls across my shoulders. I can see his pants begin to tent, and I lick my lips.
“I am going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before,” he says. His eyes are locked on mine.
I slide my hand down the front of his pants. “My house. My rules.” I give him a playful squeeze. “Does that work for you?”
“Yes,” he growls. “Now get out of those pants and get on my cock.”
I smile. “You’re so fucking arrogant.”
“I don’t usually hear complaints, but if you’re not satisfied when I’m done, I’m happy to keep trying until you are.”
I flip the switch for the gas fireplace. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
“I would, actually.”
I slip out of my pants and thong and pour his glass. “Is this what you had in mind?” I ask, entering the living room in only my stilettos.
“My God, you’re beautiful.”
He stalks toward me, and I wrap my arms around his waist. The fire warms the room, and it feels so nice on my skin. Bash threads his fingers though my hair and trails them down my arms. He kisses from my ear down my neck.
That’s when I notice he’s still wearing his boxer briefs. “That’s not fair,” I murmur.
“And what are you going to do about it?”
I smile, walking over to the chaise lounge. I lean back on it and open my legs, showing him how wet I am. I run my fingers through my wetness and circle my hard nub. “This,” I moan.
He quickly hooks his thumbs in the sides of his boxer briefs, and within seconds they’re on the floor around his bare feet.
I let out a gasp, because he’s huge. “Oh my, what do you have there?” I ask as he strokes his swollen cock.
He reaches for me and pulls me close, sucking my wet fingers into his mouth. He gently kisses my jaw just under my ear and drags his lips over my earlobe as he slides his hand higher, cupping my breast. My nipples are already rock hard as his mouth sends shivers up and down my spine.
“Mmmm…” he groans, rolling a nipple almost roughly between his fingers, then moving to the other to do the same.
I close my eyes and let the pleasure shoot through me. His efforts seem to have found a direct line down between my legs, making me hotter and wetter.
He kisses my neck as my back arches, then drags his mouth down to my breasts. He takes one in his mouth, pulling it in roughly and sucking hard, then easing back as he toys with my nipple, sucking and biting until I’m panting and practically begging for more. He moves to my other breast, giving it the same attention as his hand slides between my legs.
I press my thighs together, pulling them up and shaking my head, but I have no voice. He pushes my knees down and uses his knee to part my legs as he sucks harder, pulling a small cry from me. His fingers push into the space he makes, and he rolls deft fingers over my clit, toying with the wetness there. “Which do you prefer, your hand or mine?”
“Mmmmm,” I moan euphorically as his thumb rolls over my clit again and again, his finger gently fucking me. I let out a sigh of pleasure, giving myself over to the bliss. Somehow he already knows his way around my body. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and all I want is more. I want my release.
His thumb strums faster as he eases a second finger into me, and I let out a wail of bliss as I bury my fingers in his hair. He nips my chin playfully before turning his body. His fingers keep fucking me, harder now. Seconds later, his hot mouth closes over my clit, and I shout in surprise and shock.
“Oh God!” I pant, my eyes wide. I push my hips up closer to his mouth and ride his fingers eagerly, searching for my release.
“Ohhhhh... Please, Bash. I’m so close. Harder! Faster! Oh fuck! Oh God, please...” I pant, my fingers in a death grip on his hair.
Then I come, bucking and screaming, my body twitching as my pussy clamps around his fingers. He growls in exultation, riding out my body’s wild energy as he continues sucking my clit and lapping up my orgasm.
I give a final twitch as the last wave of pleasure rides through me, and my body goes limp as I let out a languid sigh.
He eases his fingers out of me and leaves a trail of kisses up my belly.
“Bash…” I manage as he swirls his tongue over my now-tender nipple. “Ohh, please stop doing that.” My chest heaves as he pulls on my breast with his mouth, sucking and making me need him more.
He chuckles, moving to the other breast as he caresses my cheek. I close my eyes as he puts a leg on either side of mine. His cock presses hard into my tightly closed thighs as he kisses a trail up my neck.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling myself higher and closer. He stops to pull a condom from his wallet and, with a growl, carries me upstairs to my room.
He throws the duvet aside and tosses me to the bed, where I bounce slightly. He grabs my ankle and pulls me under him before dropping down to kiss me again. His mouth and hands are insistent and full of need, and I’m lost in him.
With his teeth, he rips the foil packet open. Before he can roll it on, I lick my lips and kiss the tip, taking a moment to lick away the precum seeping from his slit. “Tell me what you want,” I breathe.
He rolls a condom over the top of his swollen cock. “You.”
He pulls my leg up around his waist, and I wrap both my legs around him as I roll my hips up, my needs overriding everything else. It’s a tight fit.
He lifts his mouth from mine, growling and holding my hips in place as he moves his body high enough to press his cock to my waiting pussy. I have only need, insistent and pulsing, as I try to pull him into me, my hands on his ribs. He hisses in a breath as he slides the head of his cock through my slit, feeling how wet I am for him. He groans low in his throat as he looks down at me with want in his eyes.
“Please!” I beg, trying to pull him in again, but it’s like trying to move a boulder.
His mouth pulls into a smug smile, and he pushes into me.
I close my eyes with a sigh of fulfillment as his cock fills me and pleasure rises up my body in a wave. He takes my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. He holds it above my head and starts making love to me.
He’s gentle, but passionate as his free hand roams and caresses. I love the full feeling of his cock, and the tempest of sensations feeds into amazing feelings of wild abandonment. I need more, though; I want more. I need something to get me there, but I don’t know what.
“Faster!” I pant.
Bash nips at my ear. “I knew you weren’t vanilla.”
He slows down, raising up slightly to look down at me as he moves. I want to scream in frustration, but then he begins moving differently. He rolls his hips as he pushes in and again as he pulls out. It feels amazing. I drop my head back and moan as his pelvis stimulates my clit with every slow thru
st. The feeling of fullness, the overwhelming pleasure—it’s all too much. I cry out as I wrap my legs around him and pull him in tight, knowing I’m close.
“Please! Yes...ohh God!” I wail as it hits me. Bliss slams into me so hard that my vision leaves me for a moment. I buck and twitch under him and into him as I come screaming, my pussy clenching around his cock in wave after unending wave.
I suck in a breath and let out another cry of shock as my body trembles and shakes as I come down. Then he begins thrusting harder.
“No, no, no,” I beg. It’s too soon. I’m still too sensitive. I scream again as the next orgasm hits me almost immediately. It isn’t as strong, but it’s enough to make him grunt and hiss in a breath.
He’s throbbing as he reaches his own climax, and my pussy grips him, milking his cock dry. “Ohhhh...oh fuck, that was perfect,” I pant, still trembling.
He eases out of me, breathing heavily as he moves down to kiss me again. He pulls up and smiles. He twists the spent condom and knots the end.
Wow. That was fun and just what I needed after these crazy past few days.
As I regain my bearings, I realize Bash is spooned up tight behind me. I can never sleep with someone in my bed. I’m hot, and I need to go to the loo and drink some water. I untangle myself.
“Where are you going?” Bash asks without opening his eyes.
“I need to get some work done. Help yourself to a shower if you’d like before you leave.”
He sits up in bed as I head for the bathroom. I take a quick shower to wash his smell off of me and dress. I’m surprised to find him still in my bed when I walk out.
“You don’t want another round?” he asks.
I’ve hurt his ego. Shit. I know better. My mind is elsewhere. I kiss him. “You’re so sweet, but no, I have too much to do. Between Hunter, an issue with a friend, and now I’m expecting the FBI Monday morning, I need to start working on my day and probably mainline the caffeine.”
“So, you’re dismissing me?”
“Take as long as you need. I don’t usually bring men back to my place, so usually I’m the one leaving when we’re done.”
“No cuddling in the afterglow, intimate conversations, or morning sex?”
I stare him down. “Bash, when was the last time you did any of those things happily with a woman?”
He sighs. “I guess I’m not used to being dismissed. I’m used to being begged to stay.”
“We had fun; I can definitely see why they beg. But it’s going to be a rough day.”
“I get it,” he finally says. “But I want to see you again. I know you’re busy, but why don’t we go out on a real date this coming weekend? I’m also supposed to bring a plus one to our company holiday party in a few weeks. Will you be my plus one?”
I let out a deep breath. “I don’t know. Can we play it by ear? A lot depends on what’s going on with Hunter.”
“I’m counting that as a yes. Don’t disappoint me, or I’ll take you to The Dungeon and we’ll put you on St Anthony’s cross with a sign that says you disappoint your lovers.”
My eyes grow wide. “You wouldn’t dare. Neither of us is a member anyway.”
“Do you really think Erin would have a problem if we wanted to visit?”
“Erin knows all my kinks,” I warn.
He cocks his head to the side. “Which are?”
“Much more vanilla than you think.”
“You keep saying that, but when I went straight vanilla, you wanted more,” he reminds me.
I can feel my Catholic guilt spreading into a deep blush, which rides from my satisfied core up to my ears. I can’t even look at him.
He’s gotten out of bed and pulled his jeans on, and I’m starting to regret kicking him out. He catches me staring and raises his eyebrows salaciously.
“I’ll go with you to your company holiday party if I can,” I relent.
“Good. And when is yours?”
“In January. When things are quiet.”
He kisses me on the forehead. “Let me know how it goes with the FBI on Monday.”
I nod. But chances are I won’t. I have one day to prepare, and it’ll be a rough one, and after that we’ll lock it up tight.
Nevertheless, this night with Bash was exactly what I needed to center myself.
Chapter 9
Bash
I’m not used to women asking me to leave, but on the way home I choose to focus on the fact that we had a good time. I just wouldn’t have minded a little more. Fiona’s definitely not vanilla. Back at my loft, I take a quick shower and lie down. I’m surprised I’m so tired. Not long after that, I’m asleep.
When I wake the next morning, my cock is hard. Jeez, I wish she were here. It’s a beautiful Sunday, and the idea of sticking around my place doesn’t sound appealing. I call my buddy, Cameron Newhouse, who lives just up the street from Fiona.
Cameron works with Mason Sullivan at SHN. He’s one of the partners and oversees the technical side. He’s married to Hadlee Fisher, one of San Francisco’s leading pediatricians. At first glance, he seems pretty strait-laced, but underneath he’s painted in tattoos, has some serious leather, and is a real badass. Most people don’t know that he’s brokered deals between rival gangs, and he’s worked with the FBI to catch several cyber criminals. Outside of work, he’s probably my closest friend.
“Dude,” Cameron says as he answers.
“I’m thinking about taking a ride down the coast,” I tell him. “You up for joining me?”
“I was thinking the same thing. Hadlee is on call this weekend, and I could use some time on the bike.”
“Great. Meet me in thirty outside the DeYoung Museum in Golden Gate Park. We can take PCH south. Maybe we’ll stop in Santa Cruz for lunch and decide if we want to go farther.”
“Perfect. See you then.”
I quickly strip down and put on my leathers. I look out the window to the building on the other side of the street. My neighbor is clapping. I take a bow. I see her on occasion. I probably should get some window coverings now that the building next door is occupied. It was under construction for a long time, and I didn’t have to worry whether anyone could see me.
I start up my bike, put on my skull cap, and head out to meet Cameron. It’s brisk this morning, but the weather is clear. We’ll probably have a marine layer as we drive down the coast, but I don’t mind.
He’s waiting when I pull up in the parking lot of the DeYoung. “Still good for Santa Cruz, or maybe Monterey?”
He nods. “Sounds good to me. I need a break from my projects.”
Highway One—Pacific Coast Highway—intersects Golden Gate Park. It’s tough to navigate with all the lights and traffic that are present regardless of the day or time. But once we finally hit open road, it’s all worth it.
This is the most beautiful drive, with jagged cliffs meeting the turbulent, black Pacific Ocean. The sun filters in and out as we drive, and the stress that’s built between my shoulders begins to dissipate.
Two hours later, we arrive in Santa Cruz and stop to refill our gas tanks. “What are you in the mood for?” I ask.
“A good greasy burger and a beer.”
“Sounds perfect.”
We stop at a burger place on the beach. Despite the cool temperature, there are a few folks in the water on surfboards. Winter storms make good waves. We find a booth at the window and order our food and drinks.
“What’s got you so preoccupied?” Cameron asks. “A woman?”
“I was dismissed last night after we had a good time.”
He looks at me skeptically. “Are you sure she had a good time?”
I nod. “Positive.”
“She asked you to leave before you could slither out?”
I give him the side-eye. I’m not a snake. “Usually they beg me to stay as I try to leave.”
“She beat you to it? Wow. I may want to meet this woman.”
I decide to throw all caution to the wind. “You
know her. Fiona McPhee.”
“Damn, she hangs out with Hadlee and her friends sometimes. She’s pretty independent.”
“No shit. She rocked my world.”
He reaches out and pats me on the shoulder. “Welcome to the club of whipped men. Mason is the king, but it’s not a bad deal.”
“It is if she doesn’t feel the same way about me.”
He shakes his head. “You really are gone. I can’t wait to tell Hadlee.”
“Just slow your roll. This is new, and I don’t want her thinking I kiss and tell.”
“But you kind of did.”
“No, I’m just a little off my game since she asked me to leave before I was ready.”
“You want a repeat?”
“Yeah, and we also had a great day together. I enjoy spending time with her.”
“I was that way when I met Hadlee. Her place had a fire, and she couldn’t live in it while it was under construction. She moved into my place in the downstairs townhouse. That’s when I started racing home at night. The right girl changes your world.”
“Well, I don’t know if she’s the right girl. But I will say, I’m sitting up and taking notice.”
We watch some of the NFL games on television as we finish our lunch. Cameron responds to a few text messages.
“You ready to head back?” I ask.
“Yeah. Hadlee thinks she’ll have some time to meet up for dinner. We don’t see much of each other when she’s on call at the hospital, so I’d like to get there.”
“No problem.”
We work our way north back toward San Francisco. During the two-hour drive, my mind replays every second of last night. I know Fiona had a good time. I’m sure of it. But I also recognize that she had a tough day yesterday and expects the FBI to be going through her life with a fine-tooth comb soon. I need to show her I can be there for her. She doesn’t need to face them on her own, so I come up with a plan.
When we hit city limits, I wave to Cameron. “Have a good time with Hadlee,” I call.
“Always. Good luck with Fiona. She has a lot of my respect.”
I give him a thumbs up and head home to begin my preparation.
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