“What say we start again.” He reached out and shook her hand. “Hi! I’m Elliott Barbour. What’s your name?”
“Coco. Coco Lovingston. But I guess you knew that already, considering you had to save me.”
“Three cheers for the search-and-rescue crew,” he said, smiling. “The world would be worse off without you in it.”
Just then the band started playing a song Elliott knew from his childhood. “Care to dance with a guy who actually doesn’t hate you?” He slipped out of the booth and extended his hand toward her.
Coco reached for it as she got up. “Why, I don’t mind if I do.”
It was then that he noticed the boot on her foot—having forgotten all about her injury. “Crap, Coco, I’m sorry. If you can’t dance, I understand.”
She shook her head. “I’m super light on my feet. You won’t even notice I’ve got it on. Come on.”
They walked to the tiny dance floor and wedged themselves in between a small handful of other couples. He reached for her hand and gave her a little spin, pulling her toward him as the band played Bill Monroe’s “Good Woman’s Love.”
Elliott leaned in toward Coco’s ear. “This was my mother’s favorite song when I was a child,” he said. “It always makes me smile because I remember her singing it around the house.”
The dance floor was so small it was hard to move, which wasn’t such a bad thing, pressed up to her as he was. Of course, if he did much more pressing toward her, things were going to get real hot, real fast. He thought about what he and Joe had discussed. In most cases, he wasn’t exactly a hookup kinda guy, but then again, what would be the harm of it? Not that this was where it was going, but if it did…
He guided her so that they were on the outside of the group, not all hot and sweaty with the rest of them, and he could feel her relaxing into his arms while the singer crooned on.
They stayed that way for three more songs, with her soft breasts pressed to his chest, her hips notched to his.
“You are pretty light on your feet, considering you’ve got that injury,” he said.
“Must be all that running I do. Keeps me moving even with a little roadblock.”
“No doubt running from all the guys beating down your door to spend time with you.”
Even in this dark room, he could tell that she blushed, which he found charming.
“Trust me, there’s been no door pounding since I moved back to town.”
“Then there are a lot of foolish men in Bristol. Either that or blind.”
He pulled her tighter and pressed his nose to her fragrant hair, fragrant with hints of citrus and vanilla.
“You know I had no freaking idea you were the missing woman,” he said as he gazed at her. “The picture your mom provided looked nothing like you.”
She laughed. “That was my sophisticated LA look. Not who I truly am but who I was pretending to be.”
He pressed her head toward his chest. “I like the real you just fine.” He could hardly believe the turn of his luck in a few short hours.
The band took a break, yet they stood there, entwined, on the dance floor.
“You want to get out of here?” He hoped against hope she would.
“Like nobody’s business.” She gave his hand a squeeze, which told him all he needed to know.
Chapter Eleven
COCO was torn between wanting to kill Emma and wanting to thank her. On the one hand, death by a thousand paper cuts could be the chosen murder weapon. Only because she kept no other weapons, other than a butter knife, which would do as well. Something that would be long, slow, and drawn out—that would make her think long and hard about her crimes of meddling in her friend’s life.
But on the other hand, she was about to get out of Elliott’s car and go into his house and if left to her own devices, she knew what that would mean. After all, she’d been through a long, dull, dry spell. Maybe this was the perfect time for a sudden warm front to move through and clear the air. And she’d owe it all to her sneaky friend’s machinations.
Coco and Elliott held hands but said nothing as they walked up the path to his front door. He fumbled with the key and forced the door open. When they finally stepped inside, he guided her toward him and leaned over to kiss her. Coco wasn’t sure until that very moment that she even planned to do just that, but the minute his warm lips pressed to hers, she was all in. For the same reason she didn’t know why she cared what he’d thought about her with the pig and the getting lost in the woods, she knew she wanted to be with him. Something about him resonated in a way no other man had. She opened her lips and welcomed his tongue with hers, coaxing him to explore, their tongues twining as her pulse quickened.
With his hands almost tentatively placed on her sides, he seemed to be holding back. Taking the lead, she reached for the hem of his T-shirt and scrambled to lift it between them as quickly as possible so as not to break the spell. Once she got it over her head, she stood back for a minute to admire his broad chest and immediately ran her fingers through the dark hair there as she trailed them along the contours of his torso, slowly inching toward that happy trail below his waist.
After seeking her nod of approval, he tugged her sundress over her head, leaving her in panties and one beat-up cowboy boot and that godawful walking boot. She knew she was half-sexy, half hospital-chic, so she leaned forward to pull back the Velcro strips and kick off the confining footwear. Better one naked foot than one like an old granny. He stood back and took her in, his eyes wide, his mouth curving into a sexy grin. He looked like a wolf surveying his next meal. Then he bent over and scooped her into his arms, carrying her only about ten feet till he set her gently on the nearby gray sectional sofa.
He pulled off the cowboy boot and settled himself on top of her, the hardness of his bare chest pressed up against her bare breasts, the hair tickling her nipples. When he pressed his mouth to hers again, this time his hands roamed along her torso, coursing along her hips, beneath her arms, and cradling her face as he kissed her tenderly. Shifting, he trailed his fingers down toward her breasts, where he stroked featherlight touches everywhere but her nipples, where she needed him most.
She tried to nudge his hands there, but he continued to tease her as he drew his tongue over her lips, along her jawline, and up toward her earlobe, licking and nibbling as he went.
Coco moaned, urging him on, and soon his tongue trailed down her throat as he licked and nipped her naked flesh. At last, his lips encircled her nipples and he pulled them into his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue flickered the tips. Coco thrust her hips toward his, encouraging him with the flow of her hips and the groans she couldn’t help but utter.
Her hands fumbled for the button of his jeans and soon she released the button and zipper, then slid her hands in to work them off his hips. Though she needed to feel him hard against her, he clearly had other plans and shifted his body lower, kissing and licking his way down her belly. When he reached her panties, he slid his tongue beneath the band and Coco about died with anticipation. With one hand, he tugged her panties off and with the other nudged her legs apart as he admired her splayed out on the sofa. Coco felt so exposed but so turned on all at the same time. And even more so when he stroked his fingers along her wet folds, a path his tongue then followed, licking up one side and down the other as his fingers glided inside, toward her wet center.
“Fuck, Elliott, that’s so good,” she murmured, thrusting her hips toward his eager mouth and fingers.
Looking down, she linked eyes with him as he circled her clit with his tongue, an action so fucking hot she couldn’t stand it. Her breathing became labored and her pulse was pounding in her ears as he licked and sucked her toward the climax she was barely holding back. When he hooked his finger to find that perfect spot inside of her and sucked hard on her clit, the dam burst inside, her pelvis pulsating in waves, her clit throbbing in the aftermath.
She lay there for a minute as her body recovered, then looked down a
t Elliott, wearing a broad grin.
“You.” She pointed at him. “Here.” She pointed toward her pussy.
He arched an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”
“After that little tease? Are you kidding? Hurry, please.”
He lifted off of her and pulled his jeans and boxers down, then grabbed his wallet, pulling a condom out. Coco pulled it from his hand, tearing it open with her teeth as she admired his huge cock, swollen and waiting for her. She leaned down and cupped him in her hands, dragging her tongue across the head of his cock as her hands encircled the girth, stroking him gently as her lips settled on him and she began to suck. Elliott thrust himself into her mouth and they established a rhythm while he ran his fingers through her hair. Finally, he pulled back and let Coco roll the condom onto his hard length. She pushed him onto his back and climbed up his body to mount him, lowering herself onto his cock as they both moaned in unison at the amazing sensation of their bodies joining.
Coco leaned her hands against Elliott’s hard torso for leverage and lifted herself off of him, only to glide back down, his huge cock filling her up. Soon she picked up the pace as he helped her along, thrusting upward as she settled over him and taking a nipple into his mouth. Although she didn’t think she could come again so soon after that orgasm, she felt the stirrings deep inside as she rode his cock and he sucked on her tits, pulling another climax out of her as he buried himself deep inside. Groaning hard, he released his seed in wave after wave of ecstasy. Coco ground herself against him, wringing everything she could out of the orgasm before she collapsed against him, spent.
She could barely imagine why it had been so long since she’d last done this with a man. And she decided then and there it was time to make a habit of it.
Chapter Twelve
HOLY fuck. That was in-freaking-sane. How had he not had this woman in his life before now? Who knew he’d been missing out on the best sex he’d ever had? He wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to move for the next ten hours, his body was so spent. But after having sex two more times before falling asleep in the wee hours of the night, Elliott knew it was worth it, even if it rendered him in a catatonic state.
Somewhere around dawn, he remembered pulling Coco into a spooning position, her back to his front, and as he opened his eyes, he couldn’t help but fantasize about fucking her this way, so he reached down and began stroking her clit with one hand while playing with her nipples with the other. He nestled his cock up against her bottom and groaned. Thank God at some point Coco had announced she was on the Pill, and because they’d both been free of partners for what seemed a lifetime, they’d decided that his lack of additional condoms shouldn’t get in the way of their fun. So, he could organize a sneak attack on Coco that she’d be happy to wake up to.
As soon as his fingers were slickened from gliding along her moistened folds, he pressed his cock to the notch of her body and gradually began to slide inside of her, his hands secured at her hips. Coco moaned and turned her head over her shoulder to connect her mouth with his as he slowly thrust in and pulled out, the friction of his cock sliding into her body making his balls ache. He played with her nipples as he pressed as deep as he could to seat his cock and held it there, savoring the warmth of her wet body enveloping him. But when Coco’s fingers met his to play with her swollen clit, the pressure built and he needed to move, so he began to thrust hard as his balls tightened up and the release was so close. Two more hard thrusts and he shot his come deep inside of her as she unraveled, her pussy tightening on his throbbing cock.
This he could get used to.
They both fell back to sleep until the soft squeals of a piglet broke the early morning silence.
“Oh my goodness, Oink!” Coco said. “I forgot you had her here!”
“You want to do the honors?”
“Sure.”
“Just grab her out of the crate and step out the back door. She’ll go down the steps and come back up when she’s done. Be sure to put some clothes on so the neighbors don’t see you naked. I want to savor that all for myself.” He kissed her hard.
“I think it might be kind of fun to tease them, don’t you?”
He rolled her over and pressed his body to hers. “You might start a war, between old man Griswold next door and that new young co-ed grad student on the other side.” He’d seen the cute, curvy woman—Tammi, wasn’t that her name?—a handful of times since she moved in a few weeks ago. Of course, she was always with her boyfriend, an obvious deal breaker, which was why Elliott hadn’t bothered to pursue her.
She raised her eyebrow. “A girl?”
He shrugged. “If I was a girl and I saw you naked, I’d want to fuck you.”
She laughed. “Not sure fucking is what two girls do together, but I appreciate the vote of confidence. If anything happens, we’ll let you watch.”
“Oh, honey, if anything happens I’m joining in.”
She shook her head. “Cliché male fantasy number one.”
“With good reason, duh.”
She pushed him off of her as the little pig squealed louder. “Stop while I take care of the little oinker.”
Still naked, she scooped the piglet up if only to tease Elliott—and gave Oink lots of little kisses as she took her outside.
When she came back in, she put the piggy down. “You got something to feed her?”
“There’s a bowl of cut-up fruit and vegetables in the fridge—you can put her in the crate with that and she’ll be fine for a while.”
He walked into the kitchen as she was bent over, searching for the pig’s food.
“But you’d better hurry because I can’t look at you like that without a command performance.”
“You perv,” she said. “Me feeding your baby, and you just thinking about sex.”
“Make that me thinking about burying my cock inside you as you lean over the kitchen counter, your tits pressed to the cold granite while I reach around and bring you to climax with my fingers. As I come inside you again, both of us feeling my come as it seeps out of your pussy, you shudder through the last of your orgasm.”
She put the pig into the crate with her food and waggled her ass toward Elliott.
“It seems you’ve given that a lot of thought.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, while I fantasized about the woman next door rubbing one out as she ogled your sexy-as-hell body.” He came up behind her and began kissing her neck. “How could I think of anything else.”
She bent over and pressed her breasts against the kitchen island, her naked ass in clear view, and grinned over her shoulder. “Your wish is my command.”
“Oh my God, Coco, you’re killing me.” He approached her from behind, rubbing his hardening cock up and down the seam of her ass, his fingers playing in her still-wet folds. Coco spread her legs wide and he made quick work of sliding into her from behind yet again. He let his fantasy take over, imagining Tammi licking her breasts, taking her nipples into her mouth, alternating rubbing her slick pussy then blending her juices with Coco’s. Maybe he’d bend her over next to Coco, sliding into one warm pussy and then the other. Fuck, he was going to blow his load into her any second at the thought.
With his hands clasped at her waist, he pounded into her hard, imagining it was Tammi, this time with Coco’s mouth on her wet pussy, licking his cock as it slipped out of her and pressed back in. Holy fuck, he was going to come hard. His knees weakened as he plunged himself into her.
“Oh, Tammi, fuck!” he yelled as his come spurted from his cock, filling her with wave upon wave of his warm seed.
He felt Coco tense up. “Who the fuck is Tammi?”
Chapter Thirteen
“LET me explain.”
Combined, they were perhaps the three most bullshit words in the English language. Coco hadn’t slept with that many men in her life, but of those she’d been with, not one had ever called out the name of another woman while his penis was buried deep inside her. This was a first and not in a goo
d way.
She stood up, Elliott’s Tammi-induced semen still dripping from her body, as she fleetingly struggled with how to react. Tammi. Tammi! What the hell?
“Please, Coco, let me—”
The thing is, Coco sometimes could act impulsively and if ever there was a time to act impulsively, it would be after a man called out another woman’s name in ecstasy while fucking you. So, she did what any other self-respecting, naked and vulnerable woman would do: she slapped him.
The crack of her hand meeting his face resonated in the kitchen, but she had no plans to stick around to hear any other sounds, certainly nothing uttered from his damned mouth. She turned on her heel, gathered up her clothes, still strewn across the living room floor, threw on her dress, her boot, strapped on that idiotic walking boot, grabbed her purse and shoes, and hightailed it out of his place. He was still spluttering some sort of nonsense, stark-naked, when she slammed the door behind him. Luckily it was two blocks to her place, so she walked as fast as she could, cutting through an alley to preclude him finding her if he came looking, and beelined for her home.
Tammi my ass.
~*~
Originally Coco was going to kill Emma. Yet when things seemed so great with Elliott for a few hours, she wanted to thank her instead. Now, though, she was back to wanting to kill her and immediately pulled out her phone and hit send the minute she stepped into her apartment to verbally ream her friend.
“I take it as a good sign that you waited until now to call me?” her friend said when she answered the phone.
“If you ever so much as fantasize about playing matchmaker for me again, I promise you I will strap you down, then drive masonry nails beneath each of your nail beds, one finger at a time, and I will do so with my Bose noise-canceling headphones so that I can’t hear you crying out in pain. Is that clear?”
Emma cleared her throat. “Well. So. Ummm.” She cleared her throat again. “I take it this means things didn’t go according to plan?”
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