Sin & Tonic

by Tessa Layne

  I found Jake back in the office. He’d been extra nice to me the last week, and I didn’t know if he’d changed because we’d had sex or if something else had made him less grumpy.

  I knocked on the doorway because I could tell he was concentrating on whatever he was working on.

  He looked up and smiled at me.

  It made my insides do funny things. I liked that the sight of me made him happy.

  He leaned back in the chair. “Come in.”

  I stepped inside and closed the door. I didn’t want anyone else to walk by and hear me say what I was about to say.

  “What’s up?” he asked.

  “I came to let you know I’m not pregnant.”

  “That’s good news,” he said as if I’d told him the sun was going to be out today.

  He seemed to like what I’d said, but I’d thought he’d fall to his knees in thanks.

  I moved closer to him, stopping when my leg hit the side of the desk. “Why aren’t you happy?”

  He looked confused. “I’m happy.”

  “Barely. I thought you’d throw a party or something.”

  He laughed. “I don’t know if that’s something you’d want me writing on invitations. Lacey got her period. She’s not pregnant.”

  “There you go, making jokes again.”

  “I told you I was fun.”

  “Hardly,” I said.

  “It’s okay. I’m sure you’re laughing on the inside.”

  I put my hip on the edge of the desk and nudged him with my foot. “I’m serious. You were freaking out the night the condom broke. What changed?”

  “Let’s just say, I realized that you getting pregnant wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Would it change my life?” He shrugged. “Yes. But would it ruin it? No way. Besides, I’ve always wanted to be a father. Who better to be the mother than my best friend’s daughter?”

  I sucked in a breath. “My father was your best friend?”

  “Yes. He was the closest thing I had to a father. My own dad left when I was a kid. I loved George.”

  I stood and walked around to his side of the desk, inserting myself between his legs. I ran my fingers through his dark locks. It was thick and coarse.

  “I had no idea,” I whispered.

  Jake looked up at me. “Probably because we never talk about it. We’re too busy hating each other.”

  “I don’t hate you right now.”

  “I don’t hate you either.”

  I leaned down and kissed him. I only meant it to be a gentle kiss, but Jake growled against my mouth, and I immediately opened for him.

  He pulled me onto his lap, so I was straddling him as our tongues tangled. Our teeth knocked together; we were trying to get so close to each other.

  “I’ve been wanting to do this since we had sex,” he told me.

  I grinned. “Really? So, why didn’t you?”

  “I didn’t know if you wanted that. I didn’t know if it was appropriate after the broken condom.”

  I slowly kissed him again. I wanted to savor the taste of him. “I wanted you to kiss me. I still want you to.” As for if it was the right thing to do after a condom broke, I had no idea. There was not literature on that.

  I rubbed my crotch against him, feeling his erection between us. We both moaned at the friction created by our clothed bodies.

  Jake reached down and grabbed my hips and rotated them over his hard cock. My clit hit his length in just the right spot, and soon, I didn’t need his big palms to guide me. I barreled toward my own orgasm without a care in the world as to what was going on around the two of us.

  Jake held me close with one arm and used the other to pull the V-neck of my shirt to the side. He nuzzled my bra away from my breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

  “God, yes.”

  He flicked his tongue over my peak. “You like that?”

  “Hmm, yes.”

  “If I keep doing it, are you going to come?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He sucked me in his mouth again and pulled back, scraping his teeth along my sensitive skin. “I want more.”

  He reached for the hem of my tee and pulled it off my head. He drew the opposite side of my bra down and gave my other nipple the same attention. “God, you taste so good. I could suck on you all day.”

  I cradled his head between my breasts as my orgasm hit because I needed something to hold on to. “Oh shit. I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m—I’m coming. Ahh …” I said as I climaxed.

  “Fuck. Me, too.” Jake grabbed my hips as he let out a loud cry into my chest.

  We were both breathing hard, and Jake collapsed back in his chair. “Damn. I haven’t gotten off from dry-humping since I was a freshman in high school.”

  “Sorry,” I said, obviously not sorry.

  I got off his lap, and he leaned forward, his eyes level with my crotch.

  He pushed his thumb in between my legs, his brow furrowed. “I want to taste you here.”

  He looked so serious. I didn’t think any guy had ever looked that determined to go down on me. It was surprising that I was getting aroused all over again.

  “Someday soon,” I said. “Do you want me to get you a towel?”

  He looked up at me and dropped his hand. He smiled, all seriousness gone. “That would be great.” He looked down at the wet spot forming on the front of his jeans. “Although I have no idea how I’m going to sneak out of here.”

  I pulled my shirt from the floor and slipped it on. “We’ll figure something out.”

  I snuck out of the office, to the room where we kept all the linens. I grabbed a couple of clean towels and got a third one wet before bringing them back to him.

  I looked all around before I went back inside. I didn’t want anyone to question what I was doing, but I didn’t have to worry. It was clear.

  Jake looked relieved to see me, and as I walked around to him, I saw that he had his pants already open. I could see his trail of hair leading to his groin and the top of his cock peeking out from his pants.

  If only he’d let me take a picture right now. He looked so sexy. But I wanted to see more. I didn’t know what he looked like with his shirt off.

  I handed him a dry towel, and he cleaned himself up the best he could. While he was doing that, I got down on my knees. When he was finished, I used the wet cloth to wipe off his skin.

  “You don’t have to do that.”

  “I know. I want to,” I said. I cleaned his stomach, probably more than I needed to, and then I pulled his pants down more.

  I wrapped the wet towel around his dick and stroked.

  He hissed, and I paused.

  “I’m okay,” he said. “It’s just cold.”

  I continued to clean him until he was hard in my hand. “Beautiful,” I whispered.

  I threw the wet cloth on the ground and swiped my tongue over his crown.

  “Holy shit, Lacey.”

  I lifted my head and played dumb. “Does it feel bad?”

  He chuckled. “You know it doesn’t.” A look of embarrassment crossed over his face. “But I don’t think I can come again so soon.”

  I shrugged and put him in my mouth again. I guessed I’d just have to prove him wrong.

  Chapter 14

  LACEY

  I was packing up my seventh box of the day, and I was ready to call it quits. My dad had been gone six months now, and I was just now getting around to going through his things.

  But I knew why I’d been avoiding it, besides the obvious part of avoiding my father’s death. He’d had a lot of crap.

  He’d lived in the same house since before I’d been born, and I was pretty sure he hadn’t once cleaned anything out.

  I was only in the basement, and I wanted to give up.

  Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Nana poked her head around the corner. “I brought refreshments.”

  She handed me a tall glass of water that I drank in less than a minute.


  She looked around the room. “It doesn’t look like you’ve even done anything.”

  “Gee, thanks,” I said.

  “This is why I wanted to hire someone to do everything.”

  “How would they have known what was valuable to me and what wasn’t?”

  She shrugged. “They wouldn’t have.”

  “And that’s why I’m doing it myself. But it might go faster if I had someone helping me.”

  Nana looked around the room as if someone else were there. She looked back at me. “Do you mean me?”

  “Yes, Nana.”

  She squeezed my arm and laughed. “Honey, I am too old to be packing up boxes.”

  “You’re sixty-five.”

  “And retired,” she pointed out. “If I’m too old to work, then I’m too old to pack.”

  “You’re my least favorite nana,” I told her.

  “Since I’m the only one you have, I’m also your favorite, so I’ll take it.”

  My mother’s parents had died before my mother married my father, so I had never met them.

  “If you’re not going to help, how about some dinner?”

  My grandmother could be blunt and not the most caring person in the world, but she always made the best homecooked meals. Her food was the reason I hadn’t been able to stay mad at her after the will reading.

  “I can’t tonight, dear. I’m going to play bridge with the girls.”

  “Fine. Leave me to wallow in all this filth.”

  She laughed and patted my cheek. “Always so dramatic.”

  I pulled my head away. “Hardly.”

  Nana chuckled all the way up the stairs and out the door.

  I got back to work. I found an old record album collection in the back of a closet. We didn’t even have a record player. These were going in the donation box.

  I had just finished putting all the records in the correct pile when the doorbell rang.

  I sighed. While I welcomed the distraction, I also didn’t want to be interrupted because it was going to take a lot of willpower to get me back downstairs, working again.

  When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Jake on the other side.

  “Hey,” I said when what I really wanted to know was what he was doing there.

  We’d been having sex for the last few months, but we’d always done it at work after everyone left for the night. I know, I know; we were naughty.

  We’d never been to each other’s homes, and it felt weird to see him here.

  Jake took in my messy hair, makeup-free face, and baggy clothes. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going through my father’s stuff. You want to help?” I asked as a joke.

  Jake had on a nice pair of jeans and a dark henley poking out behind the open zipper of his coat. He was not dressed for working.

  Jake shrugged. “Sure.”

  I perked up. “Really? Because I’m going to be doing this until 2050 at the rate I’m going.”

  Jake laughed. “Really.”

  “Thank you.”

  He lifted a brow. “You’re going to have to let me in though.”

  “Oh.” I chuckled awkwardly and took a step back. “Right.”

  My father had passed away in April, and it was now October. The days were getting shorter and colder.

  Jake took off his jacket and hung it on the rack next to the door.

  “Where are you working?” he asked me.

  “I decided to start in the basement.” I shook my head. “I should have saved it for last.”

  Jake took off for the stairs. “Just think of how good you’ll feel once it’s done,” he said.

  For a minute, I’d forgotten that Jake had known my father so well that he probably knew where every room in the house was.

  I followed him downstairs as he took in the mess I’d made.

  “Wow,” he said.

  “I know.” I turned to him as a thought occurred to me. “Why did you come over? I know you didn’t come over to help.”

  “I thought the two of us could go have dinner, seeing as we both have a night off.”

  Recently, Jake and I had hired another bar manager, so the two of us didn’t constantly have to be there. We’d also started working on a back patio for customers to sit outside, although it wasn’t going to be finished until the weather turned warm again.

  “Oh,” I said, a little surprised.

  “Yeah, I thought maybe it was time for us to fuck somewhere outside of work,” he said with a wink.

  I laughed. “Yeah, I think we did that a little backward.”

  He smiled.

  “Sorry you came over for sex, and all you’re getting is more work to do.”

  “I said I came over for food. Maybe we can take a break after a while and do both.”

  I nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

  Chapter 14

  JAKE

  I rubbed Lacey’s feet in my lap until she fell asleep.

  The two of us had worked hard for a good hour and a half and had gotten a nice chunk of the basement finished. But that didn’t leave any time to go to dinner. So, we ordered pizza and took showers. Not together, unfortunately. I’d run home quick and come back. That was one of the things I liked about living in a small town. It didn’t take long to go anywhere.

  The movie we were watching—or that I was watching at this point—was over, and I figured that was my cue to leave.

  I picked Lacey up from the couch to carry her upstairs to her room.

  “Hmm,” she said. “What are you doing?”

  “Taking you to bed.”

  “Ooh, sounds hot.”

  I laughed. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”

  When I reached the landing, I headed for the master bedroom.

  “No, I’m still in my old room.”

  “Which way?”

  She lazily lifted an arm and pointed.

  “I’m surprised you haven’t changed rooms.”

  She nuzzled my neck with her nose and lips. “That’s my dad’s room. It feels wrong for some reason.”

  I carried her to her room, which was tiny. It had a double bed and barely any room to walk around.

  “You can set me down,” she said. “I have to get ready for bed.”

  I put her feet down first, and her body slid along mine. By the time she stood straight, I had a hard-on.

  She smiled at me against my lips and wrapped her hand around me. “Is this for me?”

  “Well, it certainly isn’t for me,” I said.

  She laughed and kissed me. “Wanna have a sleepover?” she asked.

  “I don’t know. I have to ask my mom first.”

  I could barely see her wrinkle her nose from the moonlight coming through the window. “That’s kind of weird. Do you think your mom would let you have sex with me?”

  I laughed. “As far as my mother is concerned, I’m still a virgin.”

  This time, she laughed. So hard that she snorted. “She has met you, right?”

  I frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”

  She kissed my jaw and stroked my cock through my pants.

  “It means, the first time I saw you, at the will reading, when I didn’t recognize you, I knew I wanted you. You are too hot for your own good.”

  I grinned. “Really?”

  She pulled back and looked up at me. “Don’t get all cocky. You ruined all my sexual fantasies when you opened your mouth.”

  I laughed, picked her up, and tossed her on the bed. I crawled over her and took her mouth, kissing and tasting her. I lifted my body up and stared down at her.

  “What if I told you, I wanted you back in high school?” I said, lifting her shirt so that I could kiss her belly. I kissed up her abdomen to her chest, taking her shirt with me as I went. When I reached her breasts, I pulled it off over her head.

  I dragged her bra straps down and kissed each nipple.

  Lacey shivered underneath me.

  “Did you really want
me?” she whispered.

  I sucked a nipple in my mouth. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” I said.

  I sucked the other red tip because I was a fair guy, and then I took her bra off. It was sexy, seeing her breasts spilling out, but the thing had to be uncomfortable.

  I leaned back and pulled off her pants and underwear as well before kissing and licking my way down her body.

  I lifted her knees and spread her legs. “I dreamed about eating your pussy all the time.” I bent down and gave her a long lick.

  “I don’t believe you,” she moaned. “A teenage boy dreams about blow jobs, not going down on girls.”

  I sucked her clit into my mouth until she was writhing on the bed. I looked up at her. “Okay, so you’re probably right. But I’m no longer a teenager, and my fantasies involve making you come with my tongue.”

  And I set out to do that.

  Lacey was always so responsive to me that it didn’t take her long before she was shouting, “I’m coming, I’m—oh my fucking God—coming.”

  I crawled up her body after I made sure she was nothing but a pile of skin and bones. “I love how you say that,” I told her, lying down beside her.

  “Say what?”

  “I love how you always announce your orgasm.”

  She turned and buried her nose in my chest. “Oh God, it’s so embarrassing. I’ve tried to break the habit.”

  I pulled her back, so I could look at her. “Whatever for?”

  “I had an ex who hated it. He thought I sounded stupid. But it’s really hard to think about words coming out of your mouth when you’re having an orgasm.”

  I ran my finger down her cheek. “That guy’s an asshole. Please don’t ever stop. I like it.”

  She bit her lip. “Are you sure?”

  I smiled. “I’m more than sure.”

  She kissed me and shoved her hand down my pants. “What if my fantasy is for you to fuck me?”

  “I like that idea. Do you have a condom?”

  “You don’t?”

  “I wasn’t going to assume anything.”

  “That’s kind of sweet.”

  I wiggled my eyebrows. “I try.”

  “What if I told you that I’ve been on the pill since our broken-condom incident? And that I want you inside me with nothing in between us?”