“You’re here, and my mom baked a cake earlier. There are leftovers.”
“If you’ll point me toward your kitchen, I’ll race you there,” she said.
A FEW MINUTES later, Drew shut off the television and dimmed the lights in his family room. He also flipped the switch to turn on the gas fireplace. He and Kendall sat down on the family room couch with a piece of cake and a glass of wine for her. He slid his arm around her shoulders. Kendall took a bite of the cake and let out a little moan.
“Does your mom visit often? I might have to move in here. This is unbelievably good.”
“My mom will be thrilled you liked it. Move in anytime,” he joked.
“Maybe I could telecommute.” She let out a sigh and balanced the cake plate on her lap as she laid her head on his shoulder. “You can’t stop thinking about me and I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t want you to get in trouble because you’re seeing me, but I miss you. Do we meet up in an airport once a week or something?”
She fed him a bite of cake. It tasted even better than it had earlier. He wondered if she would object if he swiped his finger through the frosting, touched it to the tip of her nose, and licked it off. She’d asked him a question, though. He needed to come up with a substantive answer. The blood had left his brain and rushed to another part of his anatomy, which was currently hard. Verbal communication wasn’t his strong suit right now.
He’d met Kendall a little over a week ago. She worked twelve to fifteen hours a day during football season for the Sharks’ most hated rival. She’d cut back to ten hours a day or so during the offseason. She lived two states away. She couldn’t move, and he had to live in the Seattle area during the six months a year he played for the Sharks. He didn’t want her to become the punchline of late-night comedians’ jokes or endless discussions on sports radio about a powerful female executive getting romantically involved with what could potentially be a team employee, but he couldn’t stand the thought of her with another man, either. He reached out for the plate she balanced on her lap. Setting the plate down on the coffee table in front of them, he wrapped his arms around her.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I do know, however, that I want to spend more time with you.”
He saw her eyes sparkle as she smiled. “I want to spend more time with you too.”
“So we’re in agreement on this,” he said.
“Yes.” She moved a little closer to him.
If his parents hadn’t decided to visit, they could have had this conversation with a whole lot less clothing on. He wasn’t about to entertain in his room with his mom (who had hearing like a bat) one wall away from them. He thought he’d left the worries behind regarding what his parents were going to think or say about his having a female guest over after he qualified for a jumbo mortgage loan. Evidently not.
“Speaking of airports, how do you feel about Portland, Oregon? Nobody knows us there.” She laughed out loud, and he had to laugh. “You didn’t recognize me when I wore my knit cap,” he said.
“I must have been under the influence of those chocolate caramel ganache bars. I knew I’d seen you somewhere before. I just couldn’t figure out where.”
“What was the giveaway?”
“You took off the cap.”
“See? It’s foolproof. I’ll buy another one of those knit caps—”
“I’ll get some dark glasses and a wig or something.”
“That’s the spirit. I like where this is going.”
He touched his mouth to hers. She tasted like cake, and he couldn’t resist going back for more. Her lips parted in invitation as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He stroked her tongue with his. She half-rolled onto his chest.
“And your mom and dad are still upstairs,” she whispered.
“My mom has been known to get up in the middle of the night for a glass of water or to check on the kids. She has a tough time sleeping.”
He slid one hand under the hem of her sweater. Her office clothes concealed her curves, which was a crime against nature in his opinion. He breathed in another wave of green apple scent too. He was going to have a hell of a time visiting the produce section of any grocery store from now on. He had no idea before he met Kendall that the scent of green apples added to her clean, warm skin was going to be the most powerful aphrodisiac he’d encountered yet.
“She caught my brother and his wife red-handed on their living room couch a couple of years ago,” Drew said.
She let out a little gasp when his hand cupped her breast. He moved his thumb over her nipple, stroking slowly until he felt her arch into his hand.
“My parents went to their house for dinner, there was a storm, and my sister-in-law didn’t want them driving in such bad weather. Dad has a bad back. Sleeping on the couch is tough for him.” He was still slowly stroking her nipple, and he was losing his train of thought. Maybe the explanation wasn’t all that important after all.
He pushed the sweater up, scooped her breast out of her bra, and took her nipple into his mouth. “So your mom and dad slept in their room . . . oh, God, Drew,” she said. He suckled her, moving his tongue over the hardened flesh, and she let out another moan.
He reached up to unhook the bra. He blew softly on her nipple as he made short work of the lingerie. He lifted the bra and sweater off over her head, dropping them onto the family room floor. To his surprise, she reached out, took his ponytail in one hand, and slid the elastic band out of his hair. Her fingers moved through his hair seconds later.
“We’re probably getting interrupted, aren’t we?” she whispered as he took her nipple in his mouth again.
“Mmm hmm,” he said.
“I know I should care about that, but I’m not sure I do right now.”
Her breathing accelerated. She was still running her hands through his hair. A few seconds later, she pulled up the back of his sweater and whispered, “This needs to go.” He let go of her long enough to yank it off over his head. He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans while he was at it, and slid them down her hips as he moved down the couch, trailing his mouth over her abdomen. He could spend all day on her gently rounded belly.
“Your hair is . . . oh, God. It’s ticklish.” She squirmed a little. He shook his head a few more times over her as he licked and kissed his way to where he wanted to go as he pulled her pants off. “Drew!”
He wasn’t doing this well enough if she still made sense when she spoke. He wasn’t going to stop until there was nothing but heavy breathing and a little begging. Moans or screams would be acceptable too. The screaming would probably work out better for them if it happened behind a locked bedroom door. Noise would definitely bring his mom on the run.
The threat of discovery turned a fun little make-out session into something sexier than he’d experienced in years. He pushed her underwear aside, decided it wasn’t enough, looped one finger around the underwear and yanked them down her legs. She slipped one foot out and left them dangling off of the other.
“We’ll wreck your couch,” she gasped. “We need a blanket.”
He reached behind him and pulled the cotton throw he’d been using earlier off the back of the couch, rolled her onto him, and spread it over where she’d lay. It wasn’t perfect, but it would work. She settled onto the couch again and reached out for him.
“You’re still dressed,” she whispered as she sank her hands into his hair again. She wrapped her legs around him, grinding against his erection.
“Not for long,” he told her. He supported his weight on both hands as he moved over her in a crouch, kissing and licking his way down her abdomen. He could smell the heavy perfume of her arousal, feel the little tremors as she responded to him, the surprisingly strong grip of her thighs around his hips. He balanced himself enough to flip her legs over his shoulders with both hands as he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. She let out another moan as his tongue lapped her.
He used one hand to spread her legs a little more, and the other to
slide one long, crooked finger inside her as he teased her clit with his tongue. He tried two fingers instead, thrusting slowly, continuing his torment of the small bundle of nerve endings at the notch of her sex with his mouth. He felt her body tensing beneath him, listened to breathing that was now panting, and heard her gasp out, “Oh, God!” He increased the speed of his fingers, gently massaging the spot inside while he licked and sucked the nub between her legs. She pushed into his mouth.
A sudden motion made him open his eyes. She’d let go of his hair and slapped both hands over her mouth. She was trying to say something, but he couldn’t make out the words. Seconds later, she gave a muffled scream and he felt the intense waves of her orgasm clench around his fingers. He gently withdrew his hand as she tried to catch her breath, moved over her once more, and pulled her into his embrace as he lay down next to her.
Her body was still vibrating. There was nothing better in life than holding a woman seconds after orgasm, unless he counted the fact he’d helped her get there in the first place.
“It’s your turn now,” she murmured.
“There’s plenty of time. Just rest,” he said. He stroked the soft skin of her back as her breathing returned to normal.
“So far, so good with your parents,” she joked.
“Maybe they wore themselves out.”
“Reading the Bible?”
She turned her face into his shoulder, and he had to laugh. They rested against each other for a few minutes. He noticed they breathed in sync. He could fall asleep right now. Well, he could fall asleep after his hard-on subsided somewhat, which wasn’t happening as long as he was holding a beautiful naked woman.
That beautiful naked woman pulled him into a sitting position and knelt between his legs. “Speaking of wearing ourselves out,” she teased, “let’s try something else.” She unbuckled his belt, undid the button and the zipper on his jeans, and helped him pull them off. He shoved off his boxer briefs too, and his dick sprang free. He felt her grip him in her hand. She cupped his balls in her other hand. Her mouth descended over him, and he threw himself back against the couch.
Her tongue moved around the head. She licked and caressed him, she formed her lips into an “O” and teased him, pulling him in and out of the warmth and wetness. She worked him with her hands and her mouth until he felt himself coming, and then she’d pull back and wait until he begged her through clenched teeth.
“Oh, shit. Fuck. I . . . Jesus. More. Suck me.”
“Are you sure?” He opened his eyes enough to see the teasing smile move over her lips. “Maybe we should relax for a few minutes.”
She moved her hand slowly up and down his shaft until he thought he was going to burst, and then she’d back off again. She was killing him with pleasure. It wouldn’t be a bad way to go. He was putty in her hands, harder than he thought possible, and the slightest touch was going to send him over the edge. Kendall squeezed him once more, her mouth descended toward him, and through the haze of extreme pleasure and desperate need, he didn’t care if he woke up the neighbors, let alone his parents.
“Oh, Jesus,” he ground out.
Kendall bent over him one more time. Seconds later, he felt like his head was about to separate from his body as his orgasm ripped through him. He let out a long, loud groan and slumped into the couch cushions. He tried to catch his breath. Kendall laid both palms on his thighs as she pulled herself up off the floor.
“Are you okay?” she teased.
“I’m great.” He grabbed her around the waist to pull her into the couch cushions with him. “How are you doin’?”
She laughed softly. “I’m terrific.”
The sweet afterglow of orgasm didn’t last. He heard movement on the floor above them. Seconds later, there were footsteps on the staircase, and they both heard his dad’s booming voice.
“I’m sure there’s still cake, baby. We’ll get some and take it back to bed with us.”
“You know I love a midnight snack.”
His mother sounded like a giggly teenager. His parents had chosen one hell of a time to get out of bed. There wasn’t a lot going on between his ears or above his waist as a result of the past fifteen minutes or so, but he managed to realize they were about to be discovered. Luckily, his couch faced away from the kitchen. If they were quiet, lay flat, and held still, they might escape discovery.
“Lay down,” he told her, and moved in next to her. He wrapped his arms around her. It didn’t matter if he was a grown man: He really didn’t care to be caught in the act by his parents. He told himself to breathe.
“They won’t see us. Hold still,” he whispered.
“I think they heard us. It’s bad enough,” she whispered back.
He heard scurrying footsteps in the kitchen and his dad’s bigger, heavier ones.
“I could have sworn I heard voices down here,” his mom said. “Maybe we should take a look around.”
Drew heard the refrigerator door open and shut, the cabinet where he kept the plates opening and shutting, and the sound of the silverware drawer opening and shutting. “Bonnie McCoy, you get your cute little fanny back here and quit snooping around. Drew is fast asleep in his room. Nothing is wrong. Let’s go back upstairs.”
His parents’ voices receded as they climbed the stairs. He could hear the click of the bedroom door shutting all the way downstairs. He took his first deep breath in five minutes. He stroked Kendall’s face and kissed her on the forehead.
“Portland’s starting to sound better and better,” he muttered.
AFTER GRABBING THE clothes strewn around Drew’s family room and hurriedly dressing themselves, they decided to spend the next few hours attempting to get some sleep in his bed before she had to go to the airport. Kendall grabbed the quilted fabric overnight bag she’d brought out of the entryway of his house, and they hurried upstairs as silently as possible.
Drew’s room was huge and thickly carpeted. One wall was dominated by a clerestory window that looked out over his backyard. The king-sized bed he slept in didn’t make a dent in the available space. The bed itself had a dark bentwood headboard, no footboard, and was somewhat nondescript. The bedding was simple in design, earth tones, and he had no decorative pillows. The sheets were white. A wooden chest sat at the foot of his bed. He also had a dresser and a flat-screen TV mounted over it on the opposite wall. She smiled at the large glass jug full of change on the floor beside the dresser.
The room included a bathroom, which had the usual high-end finishes—granite countertops, tile flooring, double-glass-walled shower, big whirlpool tub. There was nothing here, though, that expressed Drew’s personality or what he cared about besides the stack of books waiting for him in the recessed cubbyhole of his nightstand. She wondered if there were family photos, football mementos, or other items that might show her a little more about who he was somewhere else in the house.
She set her overnight bag down next to the side of his bed that didn’t have the books in the nightstand and said, “May I sleep on this side?”
“You can sleep anywhere you want,” he assured her. He’d moved quickly up the stairs, but she noticed he winced a few times as he pulled a pair of shorts and an old T-shirt out of his dresser.
“Are you okay?”
“Just sore from the game. I’ll take some ibuprofen or something and be good as new by tomorrow morning.” He nodded toward the bathroom. “Would you like to change in there?”
She’d have to do some thinking later about why she felt suddenly shy getting naked in front of him when she’d been spread out all over his couch, let alone just given him a blow job, but that was a puzzle for when she wasn’t post-orgasmic and quite so tired.
“That would be great,” she said. She grabbed her bag again, headed into the bathroom, and took care of her business. She emerged from the bathroom to find Drew already in bed. He’d turned down the blankets for her.
“Let’s leave one of the bathroom lights on in case you wake up, okay?”
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“That might be a good idea. Thank you.”
They were oddly formal for two people who were so crazed for each other less than half an hour ago they’d torn each other’s clothes off and risked getting walked in on by his parents. If Drew hadn’t conveniently finished moments before they came downstairs, she would have met them wearing nothing more than toenail polish and a pair of hoop earrings. She slid inside the soft, cool sheets, lay on her side facing him, and hauled in a breath.
“What time is your flight tomorrow again?”
“Ten AM.”
“I’ll set the alarm on my phone for six AM. Will that work for you? It takes about half an hour to forty-five minutes to get to the airport from here.”
“I forgot to call the shuttle—”
“I’ll drive you,” he said. “My mom and dad are getting picked up in a town car at seven AM.”
“Don’t you want to spend some more time with them?”
“I’ll see them soon.” He reached over to kiss her. His mouth was warm and firm on hers, and he didn’t linger. “Let’s get some sleep.”
He clasped her hand in his, rolled onto his back, and was asleep less than five minutes later.
Chapter Thirteen
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DREW HAULED HIMSELF out of bed at six AM to get his parents’ luggage downstairs and hug and kiss them goodbye. His mom must have been up with the chickens; she was heating up some breakfast sandwiches. The coffee was ready. She was filling two travel mugs when he walked into the kitchen.
“Good morning, honey,” she said as she reached up to kiss his cheek. “Did you sleep well?” He saw color rising in her cheeks.
“Sure, Mom. Did you sleep well?”
“Of course I did.”
His mom was doing her best to look innocent, but he knew better. She put the lids on the travel mugs, and he reached out to take both of her hands in his. “There’s something I need to talk with you about.”
“I have to pack up these sandwiches for your dad. You know how hungry he is in the morning—”
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