Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers)

by Brooks, Cheryl

  Her expression softened. “I don’t get it. One minute you’re a filthy-mouthed little horn dog, and a heartbeat later, you say the most marvelous things. What do you do? Write all this stuff down and rehearse it?”

  He shrugged. “I watch a lot of romantic movies, if that’s what you mean. It isn’t just a line, Em. I’ve been around a lot of women, but you’re different. I don’t want to screw it up.”

  “Then why don’t you try trusting me?” she suggested. “I’ll be as honest with you as I can, but you have to give me a chance. I like you, I’ve had fun with you, and I might even discover that I’m in love with you someday, but, please, don’t automatically assume that just because I take you home I never want to see you again. I know it’s happened to you before, but I promise I won’t treat you that way. I searched high and low trying to find you, Alan. I won’t give up that easily.”

  He’d been every bit as desperate to find her, and he still had a hard time believing he was actually there in her house—praying he wouldn’t wake up and discover he’d only been dreaming. “Sorry. Force of habit.”

  “I can understand that.” She chuckled. “You’re afraid of getting dumped, and I’ve developed a soft dick phobia.”

  “Good thing I like to run around naked. Must be reassuring to see my boner.”

  “Very reassuring. Why don’t you stop your worrying and kiss me again? I love the way you kiss.”

  Her lids slowly lowered over her sparkling eyes as he leaned closer. She’d asked him to kiss her, but she was kissing him back every bit as much. He was melting again…except for his dick.

  You can’t keep a good dick down.

  “When do you get off work tomorrow?” she asked.

  “I usually leave at six,” he replied.

  “I can be there by five-thirty or so. I need to check out this store of yours. Health food, huh?”

  “Yeah. Vitamins and herbs, too.”

  “I don’t suppose you’ve ever found any concoctions that would slow a guy down, have you?”

  He snorted a laugh. “Most of that stuff is intended to improve a man’s performance. Never heard of anything that would decrease it.”

  “Hmm…guess your problem is kinda unique. I doubt it’s due to an overproduction of testosterone—those guys are usually mean and violent. You don’t seem like that to me.”

  “God, I hope not.”

  “Ever see a shrink?”

  “I probably should have, but no, I haven’t.”

  She combed her fingers through his hair. “Maybe you produce more sperm than anyone else in the history of the world and have to keep the pipes clear or your nuts will rupture. You always seem to have enough in you to ejaculate, no matter how often you come.”

  “Want to test that theory?”

  “Oh, yeah.” She grinned wickedly. “But we need to make the cookies first—well, the dough, anyway.”

  God, she was beautiful. “A woman after my own heart.”

  She shrugged. “Todd did say he thought we were made for each other.”

  “I think he might be right.”

  Alan certainly hoped so. If not, he might have to give up sex—and women—forever.

  And I really don’t want to do that.

  Chapter 13

  Emily had always considered chocolate chip cookie dough to be the ultimate flavor sensation. Nevertheless, she was unprepared for how much better it would taste smeared on the perfect penis.

  “Wow. Alan’s Dick à la Dough. Yum, yum! I may never be the same.”

  Chuckling, he rubbed his cock on her cheek. “I’m anxious to try Emily’s Pussy à la Crème.”

  “Sounds like a yeast infection waiting to happen,” she said with a grimace. “Better stick to putting it on my boobs.”

  His response to that was an ejaculation that shot her in the face.

  “Dammit, Alan, you got it in my ear!”

  “Sorry.” His grin was anything but apologetic. “That one caught me by surprise. Messed up my aim.”

  Giggling helplessly, Emily reached for a tissue. “After all the target practice you’ve had today, you should be able to hit a gnat at fifty paces.”

  “Maybe I need to practice some more.” He waggled his brow.

  “And maybe I need to take you home so we can both get some sleep tonight.”

  His face fell, and he glanced at his watch, which was still his only accoutrement. “You’re right.” He sighed. “It’s getting late. Guess I ought to go.”

  “Put your pants on, and we’ll leave as soon as the last batch of cookies is done.” She hoped she didn’t sound too anxious. Alan was kinda touchy for a guy—nor was he one to hide his emotions.

  Nevertheless, he didn’t complain and proceeded to dress while Emily finished cleaning up the kitchen. Despite his cooperation, he still seemed subdued during the drive to his place, leading her to suspect she really had hurt his feelings. Revising her original intention to drop him off at the curb so he couldn’t drag her into his apartment for a quickie, she parked the car and went into the building with him, promising herself she would do no more than kiss him goodnight.

  Then she would pay a short visit to her brother.

  Alan hesitated at the door. “Think we could go out to dinner sometime?”

  Emily couldn’t help chuckling. “Really? An honest-to-God date now that we’ve already done everything else we could think of?” Actually, she might’ve been able to come up with a few more things, but for that, her brain needed some time to recover.

  “Yeah, a real date. Tomorrow night, maybe?”

  “Sure,” she agreed then eyed him with suspicion as an unsettling thought occurred to her. “Please tell me you aren’t one of those obsessive guys who has to call every ten minutes.”

  His guilty expression suggested he might be. “That would bug you, wouldn’t it?”

  She nodded. “I’ve never had a boyfriend who did that, but I’ve known a few women who have. The best I can tell, it’s a royal pain in the ass.”

  “Okay.” He still seemed uncertain, gnawing at his lower lip. “How often should I call you?”

  “How often do you think you need to call?”

  Dropping his head, he muttered, “Probably too often.” He blinked several times, as though forcing back tears.

  “Twice a day?” she suggested.

  He winced. “How about four?”

  “Four is good.”

  “How early?”

  Limits, Emily. There must be limits. “No calls from eleven to seven.” Which would give her at least eight uninterrupted hours.

  Alan hesitated, scratching a thumbnail across his chin. Emily could almost see the wheels turning inside his head.

  “I can do that,” he said at last.

  “Good night, then.” Cupping his face in her hands, she kissed him. He still tasted like cookies—creamy, chocolaty cookies. She didn’t even have to press her stomach into his groin to know his erection was there, a circumstance she found strangely comforting.

  “See you tomorrow?”

  She nodded. “I’m usually home by five. Want me to meet you at the store? Like I said, I need to check this place out.”

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  She didn’t doubt that, either.

  * * * *

  Unfortunately for him, Todd happened to be home that evening.

  “And just when were you intending to introduce me to Alan?” Emily demanded. “And why did I have to meet him in a parking lot?”

  “Well, hello to you, too, Sis,” Todd said, giving her a hug. “Don’t tell me you like him.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Of course I like him. I’ve been searching for him for weeks, and you—you knew he was here all along.”

  “Yes, but how was I to know you were looking for him?” Todd protested. “I brought him over as soon as you asked. You should be thanking me.”

  “I am—I think.”

  “Actually, I was planning to give him to you for Christmas—you know,
take him over to Janice’s house for dinner and introduce you, but—”

  While that sounded nice and brotherly, Emily didn’t believe it for a second. Todd was a sweet boy, but altruism had never been his strong suit.

  “Oh, come on. That’s crap, and you know it,” she said. “You only wanted him there because you thought Janice and Ned would behave better in front of a stranger.”

  “True,” he conceded. “He still would’ve been a good present.” He eyed her speculatively. “So, is he better than Chad?”

  Actually, Alan was better than a lot of things. Chad just happened to be at the top of the list. “It wouldn’t take much to be better than Chad. A pair of fuzzy dice would do it. And yes, I like Alan very much. He might take some getting used to, but—”

  “Might take a lot of getting used to if what I’ve heard is true.”

  “Oh, no,” she groaned. “What have you heard?”

  “About Alan? Nothing, really. I mean, I know him, not his friends, so I wouldn’t know what other people say about him. No, what I was referring to was the potential difference between him and your other boyfriends.”

  Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “You’ve been talking to Janice, haven’t you?”

  “Actually, it was Mom.”

  “Oh, please, don’t tell me she asked you to go out and recruit a new boyfriend for me.” Which, unfortunately, sounded exactly like something she would do.

  “No, but she did tell me to keep my eyes peeled after you broke up with Chad. Believe it or not, I mentioned you to Alan once, but he wasn’t ready yet. That chick he was living with had just left him, and I thought it would be a good time. Guess I was wrong.” Cocking his head to one side, he studied her face. “This was the right time, wasn’t it?”

  Understatement of the year… “I was beside myself trying to get in touch with him yesterday. Your timing was absolutely perfect.”

  “And he’ll be at Janice’s for Christmas?”

  “Probably.” She paused, frowning. “Now all I have to do is narrow down the list of what to get for him.”

  “You’re getting him a present? Already? Wow. You must really like him.”

  “Todd,” she said, doing her best to keep her voice level. “You dropped him off at my house yesterday. I’m bringing him back today. Don’t you think that warrants a Christmas gift?”

  His smile was so smug Emily wanted to smack him. “Told you the two of you were made for each other.”

  “Maybe. Don’t go planning the wedding, though. After all, we barely know each other.”

  “Yeah. Women don’t seem to stay with him very long,” Todd observed. “He’s not abusive—at least I wouldn’t think so—and he doesn’t seem to be hard to get along with.” He shot her a questioning glance, clearly fishing for Emily’s take on what was “wrong” with Alan.

  “Hmm…well, he’s sort of...needy.”

  “Needy,” Todd echoed. “What do you mean, needy?”

  “He’s been...lonely.”

  “Uh-huh,” Todd said, though from his expression and tone of voice, he apparently didn’t have a clue.

  Emily hadn’t had many sexual discussions with her kid brother, and she didn’t care to start—especially since he already knew Alan. “Awkward” was putting it mildly.

  “He likes a lot of physical contact, and he can be a little...overwhelming.”

  Todd nodded as though he understood—which was good because Emily had no desire to explain further. She was far more interested in the fact that Todd had evidently known the woman who’d left most of her belongings behind in order to escape from Alan.

  “What was Alan’s last ‘chick’ like?”

  “Carol?” Todd shrugged. “She wasn’t bad looking—blonde, athletic—not very friendly, though. You’re a definite improvement.”

  The poor girl was probably worn to the bone by the constant banging she’d received from Alan. Hopefully, by setting limits, Emily wouldn’t suffer the same fate. “Hmm…dunno about the looks department, and I’m no athlete, but I can’t recall anyone ever saying I was unfriendly.” Depressed and inattentive, perhaps.

  “Nah, just sort of—”

  “What?”

  He shrugged. “You haven’t seemed happy for a long time, Sis. You feel better now, though, don’t you?”

  “Much better. I don’t know whether it’s because of Alan or not, but I’m...better. Really.”

  “I sure hope you stay that way. Be nice if you and Alan could stay together, too. He’s a nice guy—a damn sight better than the assholes you’ve hooked up with before. I mean, he’s got a good job and everything.”

  Emily couldn’t help chuckling. His job wasn’t the only thing Alan had going for him, but Todd didn’t need to know that. Compared to her ex-husband Dane, Chad was a prince. And Alan? “He’s certainly different.”

  * * * *

  Saying goodnight and closing the door with Emily on the other side of it was one of the more difficult things Alan had ever done. He still couldn’t believe he’d been able to do it, especially knowing his bed was waiting for him to toss her onto it and fuck her senseless. Already, he felt bereft without her in his arms.

  Still, this way was probably best. If he fucked her now, he’d probably scare the hell out of her. He would only be apart from her until tomorrow evening. Surely he could hold on that long. After all, he’d been without a woman for nearly a year—although how he’d done it boggled the mind. Not when he could barely stand the thought of being away from Emily for less than twenty-four hours.

  A knock on the door across the hall caught his attention, and he heard a male voice.

  Todd. Of course she’d want to see her brother. He could only imagine what she would say to him.

  Thanks a million! or What the hell were you thinking?

  Probably the latter. Alan leaned back against the door, breathing hard. His dick was killing him again. What would she think if she found him standing in his doorway when she left Todd’s apartment?

  Would she let out a scream and pound on Todd’s door, begging for his protection?

  Not likely. That was the sort of thing Carol would’ve done. Emily was tougher, more straightforward. She’d probably tell him to shut the damn door and get his ass in bed.

  Turning around, he peered through the peephole just as Emily went into Todd’s apartment.

  Would she stay long?

  Probably not. She had to go to work in the morning, and she hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before.

  That’s my fault. Nonetheless, he couldn’t feel too badly about it. Not when she’d given him the best night of his life—although at the moment, his hands were like ice, and he was shaking like an alcoholic in withdrawal.

  I am not addicted to sex. He’d proven himself today, spending all afternoon in her house, not fucking her until he was finished decorating her Christmas tree.

  Unfortunately, now that he was alone again, he felt like he was about to jump out of his skin. Would she have spent tonight with him if he’d begged? Or would she tell him to go fuck himself? He had to know.

  Opening the door, he let it swing wide and leaned against the jamb.

  And waited.

  As she left Todd’s apartment, Emily looked up in surprise. “Hey, you. I wondered if you’d still be up.”

  “Interesting choice of words,” he said. “I’m always up.”

  “Ha, ha. Very funny.” Grasping his upper arms, she stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Todd tells me your last girlfriend wasn’t very friendly. Am I nicer?”

  That one kiss soothed him like nothing else could. He blew out a sigh. “You have no idea. So much nicer, in so many ways.”

  She arched a brow. “You wouldn’t be trying to butter me up, would you?”

  “Maybe. Want to come in for a while?”

  Alan held his breath as she glanced at her watch. “Hmm…it’s already ten-thirty, and we both have to get up early.”

  Licking his lower lip, he sank
his teeth into it, exhaling slowly in an effort to maintain control. “Wouldn’t take long.”

  She rolled her eyes. “It never does—the first time. After that, things slow down considerably.”

  “You already know me pretty well, don’t you?”

  “Let’s just say I’m a quick study.” She shook her head. “Sorry, I’m going home now, Alan. I’ll see you for dinner tomorrow night—and I hope you do mean dinner—because if we keep on like we have for the past two days, I’m going to waste away to nothing. I can’t live on sex alone.”

  “I know,” he said wistfully. “Although I’d like to try it sometime.”

  “We came damn close—unless you count the cookie dough.” She blew out a breath. “You’re pretty amazing.”

  “I sure hope you mean that.”

  “Yeah, I do.” Her voice was as soft and tender as the look in her eyes. She kissed him again. “Goodnight, Alan. Sleep well.”

  “I’ll try, but I bet I don’t sleep as well as I did last night.”

  She snorted a laugh. “Last night? As I recall, you didn’t sleep much at all. One quick nap and you were at it again.”

  “Yes, but the sleep I got later on was really good,” he insisted. “I liked being with you, Emily. It was so nice.”

  “Nice, huh?” She poked him in the stomach with a fingertip. “That’s all you can say? Nice? You ungrateful wretch. What we did was a lot better than that.” She glanced at Todd’s door. “I’d say more, but I wouldn’t want my own brother calling the cops.”

  “You crazy little woman,” he muttered, pulling her hard up against him. “Can I help it if you drive me wild?”

  “I guess not—” She broke off there, gasping as Alan nipped her earlobe and then slid his tongue down her neck.

  Pressing his lips to her ear, he lowered his voice to a provocative pitch. “Yeah, Emily. You drive me wild—especially when you’ve got my cock in your mouth.”

  “Shh! Todd might hear you.”

  “Then you’d better get your pretty little ass in here so we can close the door, and then you can suck…my…dick.”

  Her initial response was a long, shuddering sigh. “I’m probably gonna regret this,” she said as she pulled him inside.