by Piper Rayne
I wrap an arm around her waist and cup her breast with my other hand, squeezing it, flicking her nipple as I continue sucking on the other. My face is buried between her breasts, my hands exploring her luscious body. I move my hand away from her breast, dragging it to the apex of her thighs, and she shudders against my hand. She’s so wet. For me.
“I want you inside me,” she says, firmly, almost commanding.
She pushes down my running shorts.
“Wait, I want to make it good for you—for both of us,” I pant, trying to slow down the pace. “I want to taste you,” I say, sucking my wet finger, savoring her juices. She grins. It’s a mischievous grin that promises to do a lot more than just letting me lick her wetness.
Licking her lips and running her thumb over my crown, she surprises me by saying, “I want to taste you too, but later.”
She’s set on what she wants and not shy in asking for what she needs, and it makes me like her even more. I push her down onto the bed, stepping out of my shorts and grabbing the condom. I open the foil and roll the latex down my length.
Kneeling in front of her, I watch those blue eyes widen with surprise. I push her thighs open, sliding my hands toward her core before burying my face at her center, kissing her beautiful pussy.
Chapter Five
Siobhan
I didn’t expire from having sex with a perfect stranger. Actually, I don’t give a shit about what's happening around me. Well, I do, but so far, nothing catastrophic has happened. It is as if having sex fixed my bad luck.
Next time things start going upside down, I should drive to the city and look for a hot guy to fix it with sex. Ha, if life was just that easy to improve, the world would be a much better place.
It’s around noon when I head toward my office that I see him. The stranger from last night. The casual one-hour-stand. I liked him yesterday wearing a suit. Earlier today, all skin, rippled muscles, and a few tattoos on his back and arms. This casual version with a button-down shirt and a pair of jeans is just as yummy.
Wait, what is he doing here?
“Can I help you?” I ask, pretending I don’t know him.
He turns around, sees me, and grins. “I could tell you a way or two if you have time,” he jokes.
“Are you stalking me?”
He shakes his head. “Not at all. I hope this isn’t awkward. Unless you want to make it interesting.”
I’m already dripping wet with his words and those eyes. This guy can make me come if he says I’m going to fuck you right now.
I should say, “You need to leave. I work here.” Instead of saying, “What do you have in mind?”
He winks at me. “A few minutes in a private place. I’ll make it good.”
“I shouldn’t,” I whisper.
“But this might be the part of your dream where you wanted me to go down on my knees, push your pencil skirt up, move your lacy underwear to the side and eat your pussy.” He pauses, licking his lips. “I’m hungry, again.”
I squirm. This guy. That voice. Those words. They make me say and do stupid things, like drag him to the janitor’s closet.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He sucks in a breath as I unbutton his jeans slowly, my fingers grazing the bulge of his hard length.
“Do I have an effect on you?” I ask.
My gaze is locked on him as I set my hands on his strong chest, moving them upward and taking his shirt off. Then I tug his jeans all the way to where the V muscles are covered by his boxers. His cock springs free in my face. I stare at it intently.
There’s something about this man that makes me want to push everything further, like suck his cock down my throat and swallow every drop. I kneel in front of him. He jerks as I trace the crease between his balls with my tongue.
I lick my lips, ready to take his girth in my mouth. His hot, smooth shaft pulses in my palm.
“Suck me,” he orders. “There’s something so delicious about fucking your mouth in this closet. A forbidden place with the naughty girl.”
“A stranger who’s going to swallow every last drop of your cum,” I assure him.
My grip around his cock tightens, and I open my mouth wider, sliding the thick length inside. I lick it, suck it, and pump with my mouth and hands.
“Fuck,” he groans.
“Touch yourself,” he orders. “Make us come at the same time.”
I do as he says and rub my clit while I move my mouth faster and faster, hitting the back of my throat with his crown. His legs tremble, and we’re both close to the edge.
“You’re killing me.” The man’s voice shakes as I suck him harder.
I let his length go and kiss his tip. He groans as I suckle his sac. He buries his hands in my hair, coaxing my head closer to him. I nibble, kiss, and suck the flesh around the base of his shaft. He grows harder. He’s a piece of marble and even looks like David.
Sculpted.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” he mutters, lifting me from the floor.
He snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest. Those intense brown eyes catch my soul, sucking it slowly.
“Please,” I beg him.
He takes my mouth. His lips are first soft and then hard before he pushes his tongue into my mouth. Soon our tongues begin to twirl like two lovers trying to fuse into one. His kiss consumes me. His touch burns my skin in the most delicious way.
My hands slide down his back to his firm ass, and I pull him against me, rubbing myself against him, trying to find some release because the ache between my legs is killing me.
“I need you inside me, now,” I beg him.
My pulse races as he pushes me against the door.
“Arms up.” He lifts them above my head and strips me of my lace panties, pushing my skirt up. He kisses my neck and says, “They’re mine. My precious souvenir.”
He places them inside his pocket, grabbing a condom from his wallet. I watch him tear away the wrapper, and I take the rubber away from him, sheathing his length with the latex, entirely overtaken by desire.
He pushes two fingers inside me, smiling as they slip into my wet core. “You’re ready,” he says, pushing my feet apart, lifting me by the waist, and thrusting his thick cock inside me.
He stills, our eyes meet for a long moment. I wrap my legs around him.
As he thrusts himself inside me and his eyes bore into mine, my entire soul is quivering. I want him to continue, though the feelings inside my chest are beginning to crack my walls. This is too much to take, and yet, he gives me a heart-stopping kiss while he moves faster and harder.
I wrap my arms around his neck, meeting his hips, seeking more of whatever it is he’s giving me today. He pushes his arms underneath me, holding me close to his body. His body is pressed so hard against me that I can feel every one of his muscles. I can feel his heart beating as fast as mine.
Nothing we do feels like enough. I want to be inside him, for him to be inside me more than he already is. I’m climbing the tallest peak of pleasure I’ve ever reached in my life. I cling to him tightly as I’m about to explode. I don’t want to be alone when I fall from this high.
He rocks into me deeper, harder, faster. As if he knows I’m about to come undone, or maybe he’s just about to reach his peak too.
We both groan, shake, and push into each other as deep as possible.
He kisses me fiercely.
We’re locked together.
Building a fire.
Heating each other’s bodies.
Until we both begin to unravel, pushing each other into a deep pool of pleasure until a mind-blowing orgasm takes over my entire body.
His cock buried deep inside me. His mouth possessing me, drinking me in. Has sex ever been this good before?
This shouldn’t have happened,” I say, fixing my skirt. “I need my panties.”
“Has anyone seen Siobhan?” I hear a male voice asking for me outside of the door.
I grab a bucket fr
om the back. “Don’t move from here until… Give me five minutes before you come out of the closet,” I order.
“Oh, there you are, sweetheart,” Mr. Matthews says, smiling at me. “What happened now?”
“Why?” I ask, looking around.
“Well, you have a bucket, you’re flushed, and your hair is…” He moves his hands around his hair. “That’s not the point of this conversation. Let’s go to your office. I have a big surprise for you.”
My heart is pounding. He almost caught me having sex with a customer in the janitor’s closet. He’s going to fire me if he finds out. What is wrong with me? This is so out of character. My heart pounds as I take a step closer to the office. He’s going to fire me. He probably knows that I had sex at the inn with one of the guests.
As we enter my office, he looks at his phone. “Where is this kid?”
“Who?” I ask.
He steps outside my office, looks toward his left, and says, “There you are. I told you to wait for me, and suddenly you disappeared.”
Mr. Matthews enters, and a man a few inches taller than him is right behind. “Siobhan, I want you to meet Iskander Cantú. He’s Diego’s grandson. Iskander, meet Siobhan. She’s been with us for the last couple of years. She manages the brewery and the sports bar.” He pauses and flashes his signature smile at me. “You can bring him up to date. He’s here to take Diego’s place. You’ll be managing under him.”
I stare at Mr. Matthews. He has to be kidding me. So much for sex making a better world, and washing away my bad luck. I just fucked my new boss in the janitor’s closet. My boss’s grandson.
Chapter Six
Iskander
“If you don’t mind, I’m going to take my break.” Siobhan finally speaks, avoiding my gaze. “It’s lunchtime. Yes, I’m…”
“I can take that bucket from you,” I say, getting closer to her.
She drops the bucket and runs out of the office.
Abuelo is going to kill me if he ever finds out that I slept with her. I’ve heard of Siobhan before. She came from Chicago and made several changes to the brewery and the sports bar that have brought more customers to Wicked Luna, plus tourists to Luna Harbor.
“What did you do, Iskander?” Uncle Gary glares at me with a what-the-fuck-Iskander? look.
“Nothing?”
He shakes his head in disapproval. “She ran like a skittish kid who just saw a ghost. I can’t lose that girl. You need her to run this place.”
“I thought Dad said I needed my siblings to run the place,” I correct him. “Which one is it?”
“You five are here to run the shops,” he states. “I’m going to stay in Seattle with your grandfather. That’s why I said we had to start today. I’m introducing you to everyone and giving you the keys and passwords to everything.”
I glare at him. “Are you kidding me, Uncle Gary?”
He shakes his head. “No. I was going to hire more people, but you know Diego. He said that this is your legacy. You kids need to come back home. We put too much heart and soul into these places. It’s your turn to continue with the tradition.”
Uncle Gary has been a friend of my grandfather since they were in grade school. Unlike my grandfather, he never married or had a family. In some weird way, we’re all he has. It never occurred to me that he doesn’t have anyone to leave his part of the business to. This might be me in fifty years. I’ll leave everything to my nieces and nephews.
My grandfather is not going to die, and Uncle Gary is going to be around for a while. I better make sure that he knows this. Me tending his shops is temporary.
“Until you come back,” I state.
“Sure.” He looks at his watch. “Do you think you can come over on Monday so Siobhan can bring you up to speed? You know how to manage the sports bar. Nothing has changed. I’m giving her the day off. She deserves it.”
I’m not sure if she’s going to talk to me again. Fuck, what was I thinking when I pinned her against the door and fucked her? I knew when I saw her today that she was more than just a waitress about to quit tomorrow. I just didn’t care. I had to have her one last time. Though, I’m afraid that wasn’t enough to purge her out of my system. I need to be inside her again, to fuck her pretty mouth and watch her swallow my cum—among other things.
“Iskander, are you okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’ll talk to her. Where are we going next?”
“The tattoo parlor.”
“All I can draw is stick figures. I hope you don’t mind if we hire someone to take over that place,” I say.
“Mane has that friend, San, isn’t it? He’s good at drawing. Myka is good at designing too. They probably know someone who might be able to do it, or they can learn.”
God help us. “We’ll figure it out,” I reassure him.
He should oversee everything, I appreciate his concern for my abuelo, but he doesn’t need to be there every day. Dad is plenty, isn’t he?
After the tour of the inn, the tattoo parlor, the car shop, and the sports bar, Uncle Gary gives me the keys to my grandfather’s house. He says that all their properties are rented, but if I don’t feel comfortable living there, I can stay at the Inn or rent the pool house at the farm.
I decide to keep the room for now. However, I go and visit Nydia, who apparently owns the farm.
“Momentito, por favor,” she says while closing a box. When her gaze lifts, that smile she was wearing a second ago transforms. “Out!”
“Is that the way to receive an old friend?”
She glares at me. “You’re not a friend. I wish I could say that I can’t believe you pulled a Cantú on Siobhan. Unfortunately, I’m not surprised.”
“I pulled a Cantú?” I chuckle. She’s precious. I’ve known her her since she was little. We were neighbors. She’s Fernando’s age, but best friends with Myka and Manelik. The three of them were close, until my brother chose to fuck things up. “I’m not like my brother Mane.”
“All of you just come over for five minutes, fuck up someone’s life, and then leave,” she states.
See, I could be nice to her, but she’s just shoving me in the same place as my brothers. I never dated anyone from Luna Harbor because I knew I would never come back. Unlike them. Efren dated a different girl every week. Fernando had his summer fling. Mane…he had Nydia, and he left her behind.
“Listen, I had no idea who she was. She knew the score. Actually, she set up the rules.”
“You knew last night that she worked for you. You jeopardized her job,” she accuses me. “That’s actually sexual harassment.”
“Why are you twisting this? We were two consenting adults who knew the score,” I protest. “It’s not my fault that you’re still holding onto a stupid dream. You should’ve known that he would never come back.”
“I’m not twisting anything. You messed up with the wrong person. She’s my best friend. The last thing she needs is a guy like you,” she states. “There’s a difference between knowing the score and getting fired because you screwed your boss. Now get out of my store.”
“If I ask about renting the guest house on the farm?”
She shakes her head. “I’m not that desperate.”
“We’re going to live here for a few months. Don’t you think we should do something about…” I shrug, moving my hands from her to me. “To avoid fighting over nothing? It’s Luna Harbor. We’re bound to see each other often.”
“No. I keep to myself,” she states. “I’ll make sure to design a sign, though. It’ll be right next to the door. No Cantús allowed.”
Chapter Seven
Siobhan
My excuse is that I am overworked, overwhelmed, and undersexed. The last may not be a word, but it is true—I hadn’t had sex in so long. Iskander Cantú might be part of the scumbag sibling society—Nydia has to change their nickname—but he is hotter than the sun and sexier than Jason Momoa. My current condition created the perfect storm or the perfect brain fog.
; I wouldn’t have gone to the inn with the guy under different circumstances, nor would I have dragged him to the janitor’s closet.
As excuses go, those are perfect, but if Mr. Matthews or Mr. Cantú find out, they won’t care about any of them. I can’t say that he took advantage of me. He didn’t. I wanted it. I wanted those strong corded arms around me.
Siobhan, snap out of it. Smell the wildflowers and the pink slip that might hit your desk as early as Monday.
The guy is going to think that you fuck the clients in the middle of the day. Your ass will hit the next ferry to Seattle soon if you don't solve this issue pronto.
I breathe as my feet hit the asphalt. Iskander might’ve ruined my running time. I can’t let things go. My mind keeps replaying the time at the inn and the quickie in the closet. The guy knows the how, where, and what to touch to make it just perfect. Remembering how his fingers branded every inch of my skin makes me blush. I’m fucking blushing in the middle of my run, and it has nothing to do with the current activity.
Could this be more embarrassing?
Probably, and I don’t want to think about it because I’m setting myself for another misshapen.
No.
I stop when my watch buzzes. It’s a text from Mr. Matthews.
Mr. M: Take the rest of the weekend off.
Siobhan: The weekend is our busiest time of the week.
Mr. M: Three of my nephews are in town. They can manage well enough.
Siobhan: Am I fired?
Mr. M: Why would you think that? The kids are here because we need more help. I thought that’s what you wanted.
Kids? His nephew is a thirty-some-year-old man. Not a child.
Mr. M: It’s definitely what you and the businesses need.