I could taste the wine on his tongue as it slipped between my lips. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and clung to the back of his neck as he held me like he’d never let go. My fingers wandered up into his hair and curled into fists.
When he pulled away, we were both already breathless. “So, you don’t want the tour?”
I smiled. “There’s only one room I care about right now.”
“I like the way you think,” he said, his voice low and deep.
Then he lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me down the hall as if I weighed nothing. We moved through an open door, and the sounds of his boots striking the hardwood floor disappeared. Carpet.
We moved through the room. But he didn’t put me down on the bed. Instead, I found my back pressed up against the wall. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, and I held myself up when he released me and used the wall to keep me up. He held my face in his hands, devoured my mouth with his, and then when we were both gasping for air, he unclasped the front of my bra and tore it off of me.
He caressed my breasts and pushed them together. I giggled as he dropped his head and rained kisses on them. I felt cherished in his arms. He handled me with care but also with force, and the combination had my knees feeling weak.
He pressed me harder against the wall.
I started loosening his tie then undoing the buttons of his shirt, one after another. Slowly. Once I had them all undone, I ran my hands over his shoulders, ribs, abs, and hips. Then I undid his pants. They stayed up, but I pulled the shirt off his shoulders. His skin was hot and smooth as marble.
“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” I whispered as he trailed kisses up my chest and along the side of my neck.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Hayden chuckled. His soft kisses made me shiver. Soon, my skin was covered in goose bumps, and I was desperate for the warmth of his body. The place below my stomach ached desperately, and I squeezed his hips tighter with my thighs.
His cock was hard and straining against his jeans. I could feel the press of it between my legs. My panties were getting wetter by the minute as I rolled my hips to feel him.
Hayden reached down between my legs and pushed my panties aside. He stroked me with two fingers, up and down, and then traced the opening of my pussy with a steady rhythm.
When he finally slipped a finger inside me, I moaned his name.
Hayden fucked me against the wall with his finger until my legs hurt and I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. He gently lowered me to the floor, where my toes touched plush carpet. Then he lifted up one of my legs and rubbed his thumb over my clit as he eased two fingers inside me.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” he whispered in my ear.
I bit the inside of my cheek. That ache that had been building up inside me intensified at the sound of his voice. It rolled within me as I pressed my hands flat against his chest.
“Come on, baby,” he said. “Let go.”
He flicked his fingers inside me, and right when I started seeing stars, he curled up toward my G-spot and pressed hard. The leg holding me up trembled, and I clung to him. He crushed his mouth against mine as my climax peaked and washed over me. I moaned into his mouth, and he kept fucking me with his fingers.
I could hear how wet I was, and when he dropped my leg and went to his knees in front of me, I was a little bit horrified. He didn’t give me any time to tell him to stop. Instead, he settled between my legs and lapped at my juices.
I pressed the back of my head against the wall as my eyes closed of their own volition. His tongue licking and swirling and dancing over my clit was almost too much. I was so sensitive. Everything tingled as the feeling returned to my legs.
His tongue continued to work its magic, and soon, I was breathless and reaching to my sides to find something to grab on to. But there was nothing there except for flat wall. So I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, and he chuckled into my pussy as he ate me out.
His lips sealed over my clit, and he sucked gently as he eased his fingers back inside me. I gasped as the pressure building at my center coiled and tightened.
“Oh God yes,” I breathed.
My second orgasm was somehow even fiercer than the first. It left me feeling heavy and weak and ready for more.
Hayden rose to his feet and pulled his pants and boxers off. His cock sprang free, and I was surprised at the size of it, even though this was not the first time I had seen it. He put his hands on my hips and started to walk me slowly to the bed, kissing me along the way.
When the back of my knees touched the bed, he gave me an extra little push, sending me onto my ass on the edge of the mattress. He took the straps of my panties and pulled them down my legs to toss them aside.
I was still wearing my black pumps. He took them off for me, one at a time, nice and gentle, and set them on the floor.
Then he walked around the bed to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out a condom. I rolled onto my stomach and lifted my feet in the air. I cupped my chin in my hands and watched him roll the condom on.
He gave me a charming smile as he came back to me. “What are you looking at?”
I smiled. “You.”
He climbed on the bed behind me and grabbed two handfuls of ass cheek. I giggled as he squeezed and then moved down to massage the back of my thighs. “You’re so damn sexy,” he whispered.
I looked over my shoulder at him. He was admiring all my curves. The line of my hips and spine. The dimples in my lower back. The swell of my ass and my exposed pussy between my thighs.
He slipped his hand in that gap and stroked me. “And so fucking wet.”
“I can’t help it,” I said.
“It’s good.”
I lifted my hips off the bed, and he let out a soft groan as he pressed two thick fingers inside me. I rolled my hips, fucking myself on his fingers, and I caught him stroking himself as I did so.
I liked being able to turn him on like this. It made me feel powerful—and beautiful. To be desired was a wonderful thing. Especially after not feeling it for so long.
“I want you to fuck me,” I pleaded.
He pulled his fingers out of me and rubbed my wetness over my clit. Then he stroked his cock with it, the condom now glistening, and he dropped his hips to hover over my ass. He lowered himself until his meaty head slipped between my thighs and then my lips.
I lifted my head to the ceiling and moaned softly as he entered me, inch by inch.
He didn’t stop until he’d buried himself in my pussy to the hilt. Then he planted a hand on either side of me and began fucking me nice and slow. He moved in dipping motions, rolling against my ass, stimulating my clit and G-spot with each thrust.
He lowered himself to kiss my shoulders. He swept my hair to one side and kissed my neck. He cupped my chin in one hand and lifted my face to his as he quickened his rhythm. I could barely catch my breath, but when he slipped his tongue in my mouth, I received him, letting him fill as much of me as possible.
He sealed his lips over mine when I came. I cried out into his mouth as my body shook. Then he straightened behind me and rested his hands in the small of my back. He fucked me hard and fast, and I came again. He came too as he bucked wildly against me, pinning me down like I might try to get away.
We both knew I wasn’t going anywhere.
Hayden fell to his side on the bed beside me moments later, out of breath and heavy eyed. He smiled over at me as I raked my fingers through my hair to push it off my head. “Nice hair,” he said.
“Does it look totally insane?” I asked.
“Looks like you got fucked, that’s all.”
I gave him a sheepish smile. “It’s my favorite hairstyle.”
“I can come over every morning before work and give it to you if you’d like. No charge.”
I laughed. “How sweet.”
He gave my ass a gentle slap and rol
led off the bed. He padded to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
I let my forehead fall to his bed and blew out a deep breath. My body was vibrating at a euphoric frequency. I smiled into his sheets as endorphins rushed through me. I knew I was in trouble here. I was starting to have feelings for Hayden.
Real feelings.
Not just the sort of crush that goes away when you don’t see them frequently enough. This was the wild, uncontrollable, giddy-when-you-hear-their-name sort of feeling. I shook my head at myself and lifted my face when I heard the bathroom door open.
Hayden strode out, still in the nude, and came over to my side of the bed. He had a glass of water in one hand and held it out to me. I sat up, smiling bashfully, and took a couple sips. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I put it back down on the nightstand as he went and picked up his clothes from the floor.
I found that I wasn’t at all tired. I felt too good to sleep. I wanted to spend more time with him, and as someone who had a pretty full schedule, I knew that we should make the most of this overnighter.
“I could go for that house tour now,” I said.
Hayden shot a look at me as he folded his pants. “Oh, I’ll give you the tour. I hope you know what it entails.”
“Enlighten me.”
“There are a couple spots in this house that can’t be passed unless you pay a toll.”
“Oh?” I asked, standing up slowly. “And what spots are these?”
Hayden gave me a devilish grin. “The sofa, for one. The kitchen counter, for old time’s sake. And the shower.”
“I’m willing to pay a toll,” I said huskily. “I hope your place is bigger than it looks.”
Hayden threw his head back and laughed, and I joined in as he grabbed my hand and spun me into his arms. He held me against him, my back pressed to his chest, and kissed my cheek. “I hope those knees of yours can keep up.”
27
Hayden
The first thing I was aware of upon waking in the morning was the warmth of Mel’s body curled against my left side. I kept my eyes closed and just lay there with her, feeling her body push and pull with each breath. She had one leg hooked over mine, and her left arm was sprawled across my chest. Her hair was quite literally everywhere, but I didn’t care. Having her with me like this felt good.
It felt right.
When I finally opened my eyes, my room was awash with light. I wasn’t sure what time it was—probably close to seven or eight. There were no birds chirping, so I knew I’d slept later than I was used to. I hoped she didn’t have anywhere she urgently needed to be.
I slowly extracted myself from beneath her arm and inched my way to the edge of the bed, where I tucked and rolled to land soundlessly on the carpet. Then I padded to the back of my door, grabbed my robe, and threw it over my shoulders. I tied the sash around my waist as I slipped out the door and made my way down the hallway to the kitchen, where I went about brewing a pot of coffee.
As the coffee brewed and filled my whole place with its rich, decadent coffee bean smell, I grabbed Mel’s dress from the floor at my front door. I brought it back into the bedroom and hung it on one of my hangers on my closet door.
Then I went back to the kitchen and poured the coffee into two mugs. I brought them back into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, where Mel was still peacefully sleeping.
It felt weird to think it, but she looked like a princess to me. Here eyelids fluttered with dreams, and she was perfectly still.
I put one coffee mug down and gently rested a hand on her shoulder with my free hand. “Mel, wake up.”
She stirred awake pretty quickly. She was probably used to being woken by her daughter in the mornings, not a six foot four man extending a cup of coffee to her.
Mel blinked a couple times, twisted around, and then sat up to prop herself up against my pillows. I handed her the coffee, and she held it in both hands, warming her palms. I took my coffee from the nightstand and took a sip. “You like it black, right?”
She nodded and took a sip. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Do you have anywhere you need to be today? Or are you able to have a leisurely start to the day?”
She sighed and pushed her wild mane of hair back. “Unfortunately, I have to head in to the restaurant early. I’m meeting my chef there to teach him some new dishes I’ve whipped up. What time is it?” She glanced around.
I nodded at my clock on my nightstand. “Quarter after eight.”
“Shoot. I’m going to be late.”
“Do you want me to drive you there?”
She shook her head. “No. That’s okay. Tara is coming to work today, too, to do some inventory, so I’ll have her swing by, and she can bring me a change of clothes.”
“Would you like to shower?”
Mel bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Would you mind?”
“Not at all. My casa is your casa.”
Mel rolled her eyes but smiled at me. “You’re sort of dorky, you know that?”
“People like to tell me that, yes.” I chuckled. “Hey. How about we get together tomorrow? I have the day off, and I’d like to do something with you and Kylee. Maybe when she’s done with school, we could head back down to the boardwalk? We could hit that arcade they have there and maybe get milkshakes or something. Does Kylee like milkshakes?”
“What kid doesn’t like milkshakes?”
“Is that a yes, then?”
She grinned. “It’s a yes.”
Mel pulled the covers down and got out of bed. She walked to my bathroom with her mug of coffee in hand, and I watched her ass as she went. She paused in the doorway and looked back at me. Then she nodded toward the bathroom. “Are you going to join me, or not?”
* * *
Tara came to pick Mel up, and she left looking just as smoking hot in her navy dress as she had the night before. Her hair was wet from our shower and coiled up in a tight bun on top of her head, and she was makeup free, but she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my eyes.
I waved goodbye from the front door, and as she got in the car, I could already tell that Tara was going to give her a hard time and ask her a hundred questions. That was what friends were for.
After she left, I made myself breakfast and put on my black cargo pants and black T-shirt to head down to the station to talk to Rinehart. I had some paperwork to fill out due to the incident, and I didn’t see any point to waiting until I went back into work on Wednesday to fill it out. I might as well go in now so he could get it off his desk and not have to wait on me.
I arrived at the station just after nine thirty. The other crew was working, and I got a lot of respectful nods as I walked through the garage and let myself into the firehouse. I went down the hall to Rinehart’s office and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” his deep voice called.
I opened the door and stepped inside.
As I closed it, Rinehart said, “Miller.”
I turned around. “Chief.”
He nodded for me to sit. “Take a seat. What brings you by on your day off?”
“I thought I would fill out my incident report,” I said.
Rinehart’s eyebrows crept up his forehead, but they resumed their natural place momentarily. Rinehart was, for the most part, an expressionless, impossible to read man. He opened the bottom right drawer of his desk, sifted through a few folders, and withdrew a stapled document. He slid it to me over his desk and plucked a pen from its holder beside his name plaque. He handed that to me as well.
“Take your time,” he said. “Be detailed, please. I’ll have it sent out this afternoon.”
“Thank you, Chief.”
We sat in comfortable silence as I filled out the report. He was clearly busy with other paperwork, and he worked alongside me. As I finished up, he leaned back in his chair to regard me with impassive eyes. I signed off on the bottom of the document and handed it bac
k to him.
Rinehart looked it over. He had an impressive eye for detail. He found no errors, so he placed it on the top right corner of his desk. Then he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the edge of his desk. He rested his chin upon his knuckles and stared at me.
“Yes, sir?” I asked. “Is something wrong?” I was starting to worry that maybe he thought I’d been reckless again. Maybe he thought I shouldn’t have gone back into that building.
Don’t put me on hose duty again, I pleaded silently.
“No, Miller. Nothing is wrong. I am simply glad to see that you are all right.”
“Oh.”
“We can cover your shifts for you. You should take some more time to recover. I’ve been where you are. It’s no fun at all.”
“I’m perfectly fine,” I said. “I’ll be back to work for my scheduled shift on Wednesday, sir. If you’ll have me, of course.”
Rinehart’s eyes flicked back and forth between mine. “You don’t think you’re pushing yourself too far?”
I shook my head. “No, sir. I’m perfectly healthy. If I didn’t think I was fit to work, I wouldn’t. People depend on us.”
“Right you are, Miller. Enjoy the rest of your days off then. I will see you on Wednesday.”
I nodded and got to my feet. “Thank you, sir.”
I moved to the door and opened it.
“Oh, and Miller?” I turned back to my chief. “The guys asked about you every day. I know they don’t make up for the one, but it does mean something, doesn’t it?”
I blinked at him. He’d never directly addressed my relationship with my father—not that this was direct—but it was closer than we’d ever come.
I nodded. “It means a lot, sir.”
Rinehart’s shoulders shifted. He seemed as uncomfortable as I was discussing such matters. But he didn’t drop it. “Sometimes, people just need to be told what they’re doing wrong. They need to be reminded of what they’re giving up. You know what I’m saying?”
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