“Promises, promises,” she teased. Then she looped her arms around his neck and sighed. “Wake me in a week.”
* * * * *
Mike didn’t give her a week, but he did give her a couple of hours. They lay on her bed, Lori curled up against his side, Mike stroking his hand through the wealth of thick curls. Her breathing was slow and even, her entire body relaxed and Mike was burning with the need to roll her onto her back and push inside her.
Literally burning. She shifted against him and he could feel the damp heat between her legs. Her right thigh was draped over his and every time she moved, he could feel her. She was still slick and wet from earlier. Wouldn’t take much to pull her atop him and push inside her. She’d take him a little easier this time and he could watch her wake up as she rode him.
Sounded like bliss.
Only problem was that the rubbers were on the damn bedside table to his right and he couldn’t reach them without making her move.
“You’re awake.” She mumbled it against his flesh and reached down, closing her fingers around his erection.
Her hand felt soft and cool. Lori stroked him from base to tip and Mike groaned, arching into her touch. “Shit.”
Her hand fell away and she sat up, staring at him with big, sleepy blue eyes. Her curly hair tumbled into her face and she reached up, shoving it back. Mike tugged down the sheet she had pulled over her breasts and stared at her. She looked like a wet dream come true—big blue eyes, sun-streaked blonde hair and ripe, round breasts.
He stared into her eyes as he rubbed the back of his hand across one nipple, watching the flesh pebble under that light touch. She leaned into his touch but instead of taking advantage of it, Mike sat up, keeping his back against the smooth wooden headboard. Now that his arms were free, he could reach the rubbers he’d dumped on her bedside table and he grabbed one, tearing it open and rolling down over his cock without ever looking away from her.
“Straddle me.”
Lori touched the tip of her tongue to her lips and squirmed a little. “I uh…I think I should take a shower. Brush my teeth.”
“Later.” He reached out and caught her wrist, pulling her to him.
She came slowly, shifting so that she could plant a knee on either side of his hips. His erection throbbed, pressed between their bodies. “Take me inside you now.”
She did, slowly, her nails biting into his shoulders. Once she had taken him completely inside her, she moaned and arched. Her breasts lifted and he stared at them, his mouth watering. Her nipples were small, tight and pink. He pushed up onto his elbows and caught one between his lips, sucking it into his mouth.
Lori moaned, her hips jerking and the snug walls of her sex clenched around his cock in a milking caress. He shifted to the other one, using his teeth and his tongue ruthlessly. She pumped her hips and Mike reached up, cupping her ass in his hands and holding her tight against him to keep her from moving.
Mike pulled away and stared up at her with a smile. “Slow down,” he murmured. “You’re always in such a hurry.”
She mewled and leaned down, pressing against him. “You get off on teasing people?”
“Absolutely.” He fisted a hand in her hair and drew it aside, baring the long, slender expanse of her neck. Then he leaned forward and raked the sensitive skin with his teeth. In his arms, Lori shivered.
With a smile, Mike did it again, this time biting down lightly in the spot where her neck and shoulder joined. He smoothed his hands down her sides and gripped her hips, pulling her against him as he arched into her. He could feel her heat through the thin latex shield but he hated the barrier. He couldn’t feel how wet she was and he wanted to. He wanted to be skin to skin. Badly enough that he almost lifted her away so he could strip the rubber off. Common sense won out but he had to have more than this.
Wrapping his arms around her, Mike shifted, rising to his knees and taking her onto her back. He withdrew until just the head of his cock was inside her and then he plunged deep. Buried inside her, he circled his hips and then withdrew. Lori’s nails gouged his flesh and he turned his head, pressing a kiss to the back of one hand. Lori bucked under him and her sheath convulsed around his cock, a series of rippling little caresses, each one gripping him tighter than the last. Mike gritted his teeth and held still, waiting until the urge to come had passed. Or at least eased a little.
“Hold onto me,” he whispered. Her arms looped around his neck, holding him tightly.
Moving higher on her body, he started to pump inside her again. Slow, deep strokes—teasing strokes. Lori mewled, circling her hips against his. Mike stopped her by simply pressing down against her, pinning her lower body until she fell still. Then he started all over. He pushed up onto his hands and stared down between them, watching as he entered her. She stretched around him, all pink, wet and tight.
She jolted under him and he looked up to find her watching as well. She clenched around him and Mike hissed out a breath. She did it a second time, this time with a little smile on her lips. “Don’t do that.”
Her lids drifted low and a husky laugh escaped her. “Do what? This?” She did it again.
Mike growled and dropped his weight down on her. He started driving into her, hard and fast. A startled scream escaped Lori’s lips and Mike swooped down, taking her mouth in a demanding kiss. He nipped at her lower lip. She bit his tongue. Mike fisted one hand in her hair, holding her still.
His other hand cupped a plump, warm breast and he tweaked her nipple, squeezing until he knew she’d be hovering between pleasure and pain. Lori screamed into his mouth and came. Her sex tightened around his dick until it almost hurt.
Hard and fast, he rode her. When he felt his climax approaching this time, he let it.
She was still convulsing around him as Mike lay sprawled atop her, completely spent. After the milking little caresses in her sex eased, he forced himself to roll off her, but he kept an arm around her waist so that she ended up on top of him.
“I’m still waiting for it to get worse,” Lori mumbled.
Mike laughed weakly. “You’re trying to kill me.”
* * * * *
“Damn it, what are you trying to do, kill me?” Lori tugged away from his hand and climbed out of bed. Her legs were so damn weak and wobbly that she could barely stand up. Her stomach was an aching, empty pit and if she didn’t get caffeine soon, she knew things were going to get ugly.
Mike’s hand finally fell away from her wrist and as she dug a T-shirt out of her drawer, she looked back at him. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. He sat with his back against the headboard, tan skin gleaming against the soft baby blue of her sheets. A wicked smile curved his lips and his eyes had that heavy-lidded, sleepy look. Damn, he was sexy.
He’d pulled the sheet over his lap but as she stared at him, he fisted his hand in the sheet and tugged it away. Then he brought his hand to his cock, wrapped his fingers around the thick, swollen flesh and stroked upward. As his fist swallowed the rounded head, Lori realized her mouth was watering.
“You’re evil.”
She spun away from him and dug out a pair of panties, listening to him laugh. “You asked for it, doll.”
Lori snorted. “You’re right. I just now realized that my going to Exposè was an invitation for you to jump my bones and tease me senseless.”
She didn’t hear him move. But he was there, behind her, brushing her hair aside and pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her neck. His arms wrapped around her waist and he murmured, “I kept warning you. Not my fault you didn’t pay attention to me.”
Against her butt, she could feel the hard, thick length of his cock. After the past few hours, she shouldn’t be the least bit interested. But her heart skipped a beat and her breathing got all shaky and shallow. Still, if she didn’t eat something soon, she wouldn’t be able to see straight. Or walk.
Well, walking was going to be interesting for the next little bit anyway. Every muscle in her legs screamed and betw
een her thighs, Lori felt sore and achy.
“Food. Okay?” She tugged against his hands and turned to press a kiss to his mouth. “I need food and a shower.”
“Spoilsport,” he murmured. But he let go, his hands falling away. His hand came up and cupped her chin, lifting her face. He brushed a kiss against her lips. “I’m going home to grab some clothes. I’ll be back.”
Lori pushed up onto her toes and kissed him back. Before she pulled away, she nipped his lower lip. “You do that.”
Chapter Six
Mike had no more than grabbed a clean shirt from the dryer when he heard the front door open.
At the sound of Alex’s deep voice, he swore. He headed out into the living room, about to tell Alex to get lost but then he saw his baby sister standing behind him.
Crossing over to her, he brushed a kiss against the top of her head and said, “Hey. What are you all up to?”
From the corner of his eye, he could see Alex studying him. Mike had grabbed a box of condoms from his bathroom and they were on the coffee table where he wouldn’t forget them. And right where Alex could see them. Allie, too, if she ever stopped staring at her feet.
“We’re going to catch a movie. I ran into Allie at the bookstore and as always, she’d planned on spending the evening with her nose in a book. So I talked her into grabbing a bite to eat and a movie. We thought you might want to come,” Alex said. A wicked grin lit his face. “But if you’re busy…”
“Ah…sort of.”
“Anybody I know?” His gaze drifted to the box of rubbers and Mike could feel blood rushing to his cheeks.
Casually, he dropped his clean shirt on the table, covering the black box just before Allie headed over to sit down on the couch. “If you’ve got plans, Mike, it’s not a problem.”
Mike narrowed his eyes at Alex, but before he could try to think of a polite way to get Allie and Alex to leave, the back door opened. “Hey, Mike. Do you want to…oh. Sorry.” Lori stood in the doorway, her hair hanging in wet ringlets around her face. She wore a pair of brief white shorts and red T-shirt. Braless. Mike could see her nipples pressing against the cotton.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw Alex. Her cheeks flushed red. Mike wouldn’t have been surprised if she turned tail and ran back to her house, but instead, she squared her shoulders and continued on inside. “Hi, Allie.”
Allie smiled and went back to studying her short nails. “Hello, Lori.”
Lori crossed the room and sat down beside Allie, casually drawing her knees to her chest. “How is nursing school going?”
Allie shrugged. “Two more years and I’ll have my Bachelor’s.”
“Still working at the nursing home?”
Finally, Allie looked up, a wry grin on her narrow face. “Where else?”
“Haven’t seen you in a while, Lori.” Alex stepped up, a devilish smile on his mouth. “Sorry if we interrupted something. I didn’t know Mike had plans for the weekend. We were going to grab a movie. Why don’t you all come with us?”
Mike tried to catch her eye but she wasn’t looking at him.
Shit.
* * * * *
“No wonder you’ve been keeping her to yourself.”
Mike ignored Alex.
“So how serious is this?”
Mike finally turned to Alex and gave him a humorless smile. “Get a grip, Alex. I think we’ve had this discussion before. I’m not looking for long-term, pal. Not in the cards for me.”
“Maybe you picked up a new game without realizing it,” Alex drawled as the shuffled a little closer to the counter.
Mike just snorted. “Shit, Alex. Lori is a nice girl. With a capital N. I don’t do nice. I don’t even know how to handle nice. Hell, look at Allie. She’s my kid sister and I can’t be around her more than a few hours without pissing her off or saying something that hurts her.”
Laughing, Alex replied, “You’ve been friends with Lori for four years. Hell, she’s one of your best friends. I think you handle nice better than you think. Until you start letting it scare you.”
“Scared. Scared of what? Allie? Lori?”
“Hell. You’re scared of anything serious. You won’t try for your lieutenant shield. You don’t know how to handle your sister because you don’t want to. She sees too much in you and you can’t stand it. So yeah. Scared.”
It made something twitch deep inside his gut, thinking about it. It was bullshit though. Plain bullshit. “You been watching Dr. Phil or something, Alex? That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve heard all week.”
For a minute, Alex just studied him, smiling a little. “So you’re telling me there’s not much going on between you two. She’s not the reason you’ve been in a shitty mood for the past month.”
“I’ve been in a shitty mood because we’ve had several cases go straight to hell and because it’s been a shitty summer. I’ve been bored out of my mind, I’m tired and I’m sick of the same old shit all the time. It has nothing to do with Lori,” Mike snapped. Of course, he knew he was lying. Still didn’t change the fact that he wasn’t interested in long-term. This thing with Lori was just that. A thing.
It would end. Things would be like they used to be and—
“Well, if that’s how it is, then cool. I gotta admit, I’ve been dying to get my hands on her. She’s got an amazing ass. Tell me—”
Mike whirled on Alex and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, spinning them around and driving Alex back up against a black-and-white painted column. “Shut the hell up.”
Alex was grinning, an amused little smirk that made Mike feel about as intelligent as an amoeba. Alex had been baiting him. Aware that people were staring at them, Mike slowly uncurled his fingers from Alex’s shirt and backed off. “You’re a twisted bastard, Alex. You know that?”
Instead of waiting for a reply, he fell back into line.
Alex joined him, still grinning like a fool. “You be sure to let me know when and if you feel like letting me join in. I wasn’t kidding about her ass.”
* * * * *
As Lori walked off to the bathroom, Alex stood up and said, “I’m going to grab a smoke.”
Allie gave him a quick look before looking down at the floor. “Thought you were quitting.”
He reached out and tugged on a lock of brown hair. “I’m working on quitting, Allie-cat. Right now, it’s just in the planning-on-quitting-someday-soon stage.”
“Someday.” Allie snorted. “You know, if you keep putting it off, by the time someday rolls around, your taste buds are going to be shot and your teeth all yucky and yellow.”
Mike smiled a little. It was weird hearing that dry, sardonic tone in her voice, even odder to see her look at Alex dead-on. She spent so much time staring at the ground, or beyond somebody’s shoulder. Rarely dead-on. It was amazing that somebody who refused to really look at anybody could see so much.
Alex smiled. “Everybody has to have a hobby. Mine is procrastination.” He headed outside and Mike shifted a little on the seat, hoping Lori would be out soon.
“I like her.”
Mike glanced at Allie. “Who?”
Allie shrugged her thin shoulders and said, “Lori. She doesn’t look at you like she’s sizing you up and she doesn’t treat me like some sort of reject.”
“You’re not a reject,” Mike said automatically. Then he looked at her, wondering if he’d ever made her feel that way.
“I know that, Mike. But Lori is the only lady you’ve ever brought to your house for more than a few hours. And all your girlfriends? They acted like I was some sort of leper.”
Mike winced. Okay, now that was true. They hadn’t exactly been girlfriends, but there had been a few women who ended up getting dropped like yesterday’s news because they treated Allie like crap.
“She’s not my girlfriend, Allie. We’re just…”
Allie grinned. It was a quick one, almost gone before it appeared. “Friends, huh. And that’s why you keep giving Alex a ‘drop dea
d’ glare every time he gets a little too close.”
Chapter Seven
“Are you okay?”
Mike lay sprawled on his belly, his face buried in Lori’s scented sheets. They smelled of cherry blossoms and vanilla. The same scent he caught from her skin. It had been all over his body when he’d left her house earlier.
“I’m fine,” he muttered.
Lori smoothed a hand down his back. She pressed her lips to his shoulder and pushed up onto her elbow. He could feel the ends of her hair brushing his skin. Part of him felt like he could lie there all night, just enjoying the touch of her hands on his back.
“You’re awfully quiet.”
But the soft, concerned sound of her voice kept intruding on his attempts to avoid thinking. Mike flipped onto his back and sat up, reaching down to cup his hand over her sex. She was still wet from him. He held her gaze as he pushed his finger inside. The slick, wet walls of her sex clasped him tightly.
“I’m horny,” he muttered, leaning in and pressing a rough kiss to her lips. With his hands on her shoulders, he urged her to her back and ordered, “Flip over.”
The minute she did, Mike slid his hands under her hips and pulled her up. He pushed into her without hesitation, groaning at the satin-slick feel of her pussy. He hadn’t put a rubber on. He wasn’t going to.
Lori didn’t know it, but this was going to be their last time and he was going to feel her when she came. Feel all of her. “Mike…”
“I don’t want to talk. I just want to fuck you.”
He fell forward onto his hands, crushing her body into the mattress. He bit her shoulder and caught her hands in his, drawing them over her head. Blindly, he reached over and caught one of the scarves that Lori had draped around her bedpost. Tugging one free, he used it to tie her hand to one of the slats in the headboard. He tugged it to make sure it wasn’t too tight. Then he grabbed another scarf and tied her other hand.
“Not exactly the black leather you’re probably looking for, but this works,” he whispered, trailing his fingers down her back.
Lori tugged on the scarves and then lifted her head, looking over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were big and dark, just a little nervous.
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