Ex-Rated Attraction

by K. Webster

  Once again, my eyes drift to the mantel. River talks about how awesome sex is but she must be smoking something because this isn’t awesome so far. It’s weird.

  “Fuck,” he curses, startling me.

  “It’s okay if you can’t—”

  “I can,” he snaps, his cheeks turning bright red. He tries a few unusual positions but nothing is keeping him hard. I’m starting to worry that I’m not sexy enough for him.

  Heat floods through me when I recall the way Miles looked at me. As if I were something he wanted to devour.

  “Turn over,” Caleb barks, his voice strained with frustration.

  I flip over onto my hands and knees. One of his hands grabs my ass as he eases his cock into me. Everything burns from the intrusion. I can’t see the mantle from here so I close my eyes to steal more of my fantasy. An eighteen-year-old woman and a forty-something-year-old man.

  Miles.

  I wonder what his beard would feel like between my thighs.

  My entire body trembles from that thought. I bet his tongue would feel so good on my clit. Would he put it inside me?

  A loud grunt rumbles from behind me and then Caleb pulls out. He pats my ass in an affectionate way. I’m sore now and completely unsatisfied.

  “Why don’t you go clean up and we’ll go get a milkshake, babe,” he suggests as he climbs off the couch and pulls off the rubber.

  I snag my clothes and give him a quick smile before disappearing into the bathroom. My entire body thrums with need. I didn’t orgasm. I’ve been told by some of my friends that you can’t orgasm during sex, but River begs to differ. I try not to be annoyed with Caleb that he didn’t try and get me off after at least. He’s new at this too. Instead of being angry, I sit down on the furry rug in the bathroom and lie back. Closing my eyes, I touch myself between my legs and think of him.

  Miles.

  My boyfriend’s dad.

  Within minutes, I’m trembling with pleasure as I silently orgasm.

  I sigh and look up at the ceiling. Caleb and I just need practice. Eventually we’ll get the hang of it. I’ll even ask River for some pointers that maybe I can share with Caleb.

  Everything is going to be fine.

  * * *

  It’s been weeks since Caleb and I had sex but we haven’t done it again. Not from my lack of trying. I’ve practically thrown myself at him any time we’re alone. His excuses not to have sex with me are getting tiring.

  Excuses are the norm for our relationship now.

  I’d even invited him to come out to the club with us tonight but he declined. He and Jake have tickets to a basketball game in the city. I try not to be miffed that I wasn’t invited. Instead, I rebel by going to the club I know his dad owns.

  River’s boyfriend, Everett, got us tickets into the second floor of the club. Orj-E is a sex club upstairs, I’ve just discovered. Neither Miles nor Caleb ever mentioned this part. A tiny thrill shoots through me to see people half naked and dancing all over the place.

  “Wow,” I say with a wide grin. “I’m going to explore.”

  River begs for me to be careful but I’m already slipping through the crowd. The last thing I need to see is her and her boyfriend having sex. Again. I’d seen it in the locker room and that was one time too many.

  I find a few people standing around a table. A shirtless guy with perfect abs wearing black slacks and a bow tie beams at me.

  “Want to know your sex number?” he asks and hands me a piece of paper and a pencil.

  I take it from him and begin reading what looks like a questionnaire.

  Do you desire to have sex in public?

  Are you curious about BDSM?

  Have you ever masturbated with food?

  My cheeks heat as I read the intrusive questions.

  Do you ever fantasize about sex that most people deem abnormal?

  Have you ever had sex with someone older/younger than you?

  Are you into role play?

  Do you like pain mixed with pleasure?

  Would you consider a threesome?

  Does choking during sex interest you?

  I soon find myself scribbling answers to all fifty questions. Once I finish, I hand the paper back to the grinning bow tie guy.

  “Ahh,” he praises as he tallies my answers. “You’re a ten.” Then he shouts to the crowd. “Ladies and gents, we have ourselves a ten!”

  Several people cheer and I cross my arms over my chest to hide my embarrassment. I’m not sure what a ten means but it sounds good.

  “What’s a ten?” I squeak out.

  “It means someone is very lucky to have you,” he says with a wolfish grin.

  An older couple, probably as old as my dad, approach me. Both of them wear matching heated stares.

  “My husband, Phil, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are,” the woman says in a sweet tone. She stares boldly at my breasts. “Phil is quite gifted with his tongue.”

  I gape at them in shock. “Oh.”

  “Not the only thing I’m gifted at,” he brags and boldly rubs at his cock through his slacks.

  “Very gifted,” the woman says, licking her lips.

  Holy shit.

  Wait until I tell River about this one.

  “I, uh, I’m sure he’s fabulous.”

  “Connie,” Phil grumbles. “You’re scaring her away. I told you that you come on too strong.”

  Connie pouts while he gripes her out. I manage to slip between two people and find my way to the bar. The fake ID I’m using earns me more of the shots I drank downstairs. A warm buzz takes hold of my muscles and I wish Caleb were here with me. Maybe I could get him to relax. Together we could explore more of our sexuality. Currently, he’s not interested and I’m bubbling over with the need to try new things.

  The bartender brings me another round of shots. I’m just bringing the glass to my lips when heat envelops me from behind.

  “What are you doing here?” a familiar deep voice snarls. “You don’t belong here, damsel.”

  My nerves light up with excitement and I quickly chastise myself for getting turned on so easily. “Checking out your secret club,” I sass.

  Miles glowers at me when I down the shot. His solid chest presses against me as he leans forward to pluck the glass out of my hand.

  “She’s not twenty-one,” he snaps at the bartender. “Check IDs better or I’ll hire someone who can.”

  The bartender shoots me an accusatory glare before nodding at Miles.

  “Up you go,” he grumbles as his strong hands grab my hips. “You’re going home.”

  I let out a whine when he pulls me off the stool. The alcohol surging through me makes me wobbly on my feet. His strong arms encircle my waist to keep me from falling. A thousand thrills of excitement shoot through me.

  His scent.

  His body.

  His voice.

  I want them all over me. Marking me as his.

  The thought alarms me. This is definitely drunk me running with these thoughts. Sober me knows she has a boyfriend.

  Miles doesn’t let me go right away. His palm is splayed on my lower stomach and his erection pokes against me. His massive erection. Do I turn him on? I wiggle my ass against him causing him to hiss out a string of curse words. He releases me but then grabs my wrist. I’m pulled through the club past my friends. I quickly tell River I’ve been busted but that Miles will take me home.

  As we walk down the stairwell, I start babbling. “I’m a ten. My sexual number is a ten. Like...what does that even mean? I think it must be a good thing because I’m pretty sure I was being propositioned for a threesome with an old married couple.”

  “You’re not a ten,” Miles grunts.

  “Yes I am,” I argue, my lips forming a pout. “I wanted all of th
ose things.”

  “You don’t know what you want,” he snaps. “You can’t handle that shit.”

  His palm lights a fire on my lower back where he touches me. Between the booze and the music and the sexy-as-hell club, I’m burning up from the inside out. I replay the words he said to me when he caught me up here, wandering around like a lost puppy.

  You don’t belong here, damsel.

  I’d been tongue-tied and flustered. I allowed my boyfriend’s dad to lead me away from my friends. Hell, I’d probably let him lead me anywhere. That thought alarms me.

  “Please don’t take me home,” I say as soon as we exit the club and the chilly fall air whips around me.

  He stops and runs his fingers through his dark brown hair. The way he styles it makes it look like he crawled right out of bed after a wild fuck session. His hair turns me on. It’s disgusting. Not his hair...me. I’m dating his son but every time I see this man, my panties are wet and I can’t seem to form words. It’s embarrassing.

  “Where would you rather go?” he demands, irritation flickering over his features. He retrieves a cigarette from his front pocket and lights it. I try not to focus on how good-looking he is. Tall. Solid. Wild.

  I frown and wave off the smoke. “You shouldn’t smoke.”

  He smirks before taking a drag. “I don’t smoke. And you shouldn’t be going to sex clubs when you have a boyfriend.”

  Shame washes over me but I refuse to let him win. “You are smoking, Mr. Reynolds.”

  He flicks the cigarette to the ground and stomps it out. “I’m not smoking, damsel. And I told you to call me Miles.”

  “Why do you call me that? Damsel. You called me that right after I met you too.”

  His head tilts up to the sky and he utters a curse word under his breath before shrugging out of his black jacket. I blink in shock when he drapes it over my shoulders. “I call you that because you’re always in distress. I’m always having to save you.”

  I scoff. “I wasn’t in trouble tonight.”

  “Not yet, but I saw at least three men who looked as though they wanted to slip something into your drink and have their way with you. And you’re practically bragging about being propositioned for a threesome.”

  “So you’re my hero?” I laugh and shake my head.

  He growls and I swear it does something to my soul. Taints and tarnishes it. Infects it. With him. “I’m the motherfucking villain, baby girl.” He points toward the parking lot. “Now get your sweet little ass in my car so I can get you the hell out of here.”

  I cross my arms over my chest and scowl. “I’m not going home.”

  A grumble of frustration escapes him. And then he charges. My boyfriend’s dad squats before hefting me over his shoulder. I let out a squeal as he storms through the parking lot. When I start beating my fists on his ass, he slaps mine.

  Miles Reynolds just slapped my ass!

  “Caleb ought to learn how to keep his girlfriend in line,” he grumbles to himself, before setting me back to my feet in front of his sexy red Audi.

  I right myself and adjust my too-short dress. “Excuse me?” I hiss and poke at his hard chest. “Nobody keeps me in line.”

  He grips my wrist before bringing his nose inches from mine. “Somebody should. If you were mine, I’d chain you up and teach you how to behave.”

  I gape at him in shock. I want to ask him to explain. To elaborate on what he means. Would he put me in one of his sex rooms? I can’t help but rub my thighs together at the thought.

  “What are in those rooms?”

  He licks his lips in a seductive manner. “You can’t handle what’s in those rooms.”

  “Maybe Caleb will show me,” I challenge.

  He softens his features and gives me a sad smile. “I don’t think so, baby girl.”

  My bottom lip pouts out. “Because you won’t give him the key?”

  His brows furrow together. “He won’t be into it. Especially not with you. So just fucking forget it.”

  “I can’t just forget it,” I say, throwing my hands up in the air. Hot tears well in my eyes. “What’s wrong with me anyway?”

  He drops his gaze to my lips and curses again. “Nothing is wrong with you. In fact, too much is fucking right about you.”

  “I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t Caleb want—”

  “I’m going to hell.” That’s the only form of warning I get before his giant palms slide into my hair and he pulls me to him. His beard scratches my lips, such a far cry from Caleb’s baby face, and he kisses me.

  Miles Reynolds is kissing me!

  He pushes his hot tongue into my mouth and it collides with my unsure one. I’ve kissed plenty of boys but never any men. He devours me. That’s the only way to describe his hungry kiss. Miles is a predator and I’m nothing but a little field mouse meant to be eaten.

  His fingers grip my hair and he tilts my head back. Hot breath tickles my lips as I stare into his molten chocolate eyes. Emotions I’ve never seen on a person flicker in his gaze. An all-consuming desire. Fiery need. A will to possess.

  “Caleb’s no good for you,” he mutters, his lips brushing against mine.

  I blink at him in confusion. “And you are?”

  At this, he laughs. Loud and boisterous. I’m confused when he pulls away. When he calms himself, he grips the back of his neck and shoots me a heated stare that sets my soul ablaze. “Damsel, I’m no good for you either.” His grin is wolfish and evil. “I told you I was the villain.”

  I just kissed my boyfriend’s dad.

  And he’s warned me he’s a bad man.

  So why are butterflies taking flight in my chest?

  Why are my panties soaked with need?

  Chapter Three

  Olivia

  Two months after kissing Miles and I still can’t get that night out of my head. I’ve been walking around in a confusing fog ever since. He avoids me at every turn which makes it easier to focus on my boyfriend so I can be happy.

  I am happy.

  I am happy.

  I am happy.

  “Why the long face, Liv?” Daddy scrutinizes me as he saws through his steak.

  I feel my lips pull into a fake smile. “I was just thinking,” I chirp. “How was work today?”

  He groans as he chews and shakes his head. After he swallows, he takes a sip of his red wine before grumbling, “Awful.”

  “Why, Daddy?” my sixteen-year old sister, Sophia, asks.

  His palm rubs at the back of his neck, something he does often when he’s stressed. Despite his age of fifty-one, Daddy is young looking. It’s obvious he’s appealing to many women because they all but throw themselves all over him everywhere we go. Everyone in this town knows our mother died when Soph and I were young and that Daddy is a single dad. But they also know he doesn’t date. Ever. My sister and I have probed him about it before but we always get shut down.

  “I sentenced a mother to eighteen months in jail. Drunk driving. It wasn’t her first offense,” he says with a sigh.

  Daddy, or Judge Maximillian Rowe, is our town’s most revered judge. He’s been practicing law for longer than I’ve been alive.

  “Sucks to be her,” Soph says.

  He frowns at her choice of words but begins cutting more of his steak up. “I thought you were going out with Caleb tonight.”

  I swallow down my unease and give him a tight smile. “He said something came up and he had to help his dad.”

  Daddy nods as if he approves. “I like Caleb. He’s a good boy. Better than some of those others you’ve dated in the past.”

  I pick at my food and attempt to hide my expression. If Daddy knew I made out with Caleb’s dad nearly two months ago, he’d be pissed. He’d probably try to have Miles arrested or something.

  Sophia and Daddy start ta
lking about her upcoming softball game so I let my thoughts drift to the man who’s somehow implanted himself permanently in my head.

  Tall. Dear God is he tall. And solid. So manly.

  “Caleb’s no good for you.”

  “And you are?”

  “Damsel, I’m no good for you either. I told you I was the villain.”

  He’d kissed me and it was the best kiss I’d ever had in my life. Even better than the kisses I share with his son. But it was wrong. Guilt consumes me as I recall what I’d done. Things only got more awkward that night when he dropped me off in front of my house and told me I should move on to see other people.

  It upset me because, despite the kiss with his dad, I’d thought things with Caleb were good. Caleb is funny and sweet and cute. And he’s good to me. Even if we don’t have sex anymore after the first time went south.

  My phone buzzes and I smile when I see that my best friend, River, has texted. She’s the big scandal at our school right now. Word got out she’s pregnant but nobody knows who the father is. Instead of trying to hide it, she struts around with no shame. God, I love that girl.

  I can’t go to the party. Everett said it was fine if I went but then his mom was feeling ill so we came over to see her instead. I feel bad. She’s not doing well.

  I scrunch my nose in confusion.

  What party?

  She pings back immediately.

  Caleb’s, dork. Whose party did you think?

  Caleb is helping his dad tonight. He isn’t having a party. Daddy and Soph are still chatting so I text Caleb.

  Hey. Miss you.

  He responds right away.

  Miss you too, babe. Dad has me helping him clean out the garage. Tomorrow let’s go see that movie with Jake and his cousin Alyssa.

  I let out a sigh and text River.

  He’s not having a party. They’re cleaning the garage.

  A few minutes later, she replies.

  I love you, girl...but someone tagged Caleb on Facebook. At. His. Party.

  A picture comes through and sure enough Caleb is leaned against the kitchen island talking to some of his guy friends.

  “Liv, honey,” Daddy asks, “everything okay?”