One Night Stand

by Parker Kincade

  “It’s what you aren’t saying, Amanda.”

  “Stop worrying. It was fun. That’s all.”

  Joe snorted, sensing the lie in that statement. It was a helluva lot more than fun.

  “Uh-huh, right. So where is he now? Is he still there?”

  “He’s in the room,” he mumbled as he walked over and wrapped his arms around Amanda’s waist. He leaned in to nuzzle her neck. “Good morning, ladies,” he drawled.

  Amanda sank back into his chest and looked up at him. “Mmm,” she purred, “good morning.”

  He nipped playfully at her earlobe. “Where are the others?”

  “Gone. They had to get back.”

  Joe nuzzled her hair. “Hmm, that’s a damn shame.”

  “Oh my God. Is that him?” Sam demanded from the speakerphone.

  “It’s him,” Joe said dramatically.

  “Holy shit,” she groaned, “I could come from just hearing your voice. Say something else!”

  “Samantha!” Amanda shrieked.

  “Samantha, huh?” He kissed a path down Amanda’s exposed neck. “Seems I owe you a debt of gratitude, Samantha. The gift basket was … let’s just say … handy.” He loved how Amanda automatically tilted her head, giving him greater access. He sank his teeth into the pulse point at the base of her neck. Amanda gasped as he laved over the mark with his tongue.

  Silence from the speakerphone.

  “You’re making breakfast.” His hands caressed her bare ass and she arched into him.

  “I thought you may be hungry after … well … you know.” Amanda’s cheeks turned a bright pink.

  “If you’re gonna do it,” he teased at her ear, “you might as well be able to say it. Has daylight made you shy, Mandy?” His hand moved under the shirt. He caressed her flat belly before moving toward her breasts. He teased the curves with his fingertips. “Come on, say it,” he coaxed. “After I fucked you silly.” He kept his voice low, intimate. He slipped a hand between her thighs. He found her pussy wet and ready for him.

  “Holy fuck,” came a breathy voice from the phone.

  Amanda fumbled for her phone. “I’m gonna have to call you back, Sam.” She hung up without waiting to hear her reply. She turned in Joe’s arms and gave him a seductive smile. “Are you hungry?”

  “Starving.” He reached behind her and turned off the stove. He bent down and scooped her over his shoulder.

  “Joe!” Amanda laughed as she struggled to get free. “Put me down!”

  There was a resounding crack as his hand came down on the bare cheek of her ass. Amanda gasped in shock. “Be still, you little hellion,” he demanded, moving through the kitchen and into the living room. He unceremoniously dropped her onto the large leather couch. “Or I’ll have to spank you again.” His blood fired at the thought.

  Amanda gave him a demure look. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

  Joe narrowed his eyes before pulling the shirt over her head.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I’m taking my shirt back,” he said simply. “You look much better without it.”

  *

  Amanda shivered, the cool air causing tiny goose bumps to form on her skin. Anticipation pooled in her belly and her nipples drew up tight. She resisted the need to cover herself while Joe looked his fill.

  “You are stunning.” Joe’s voice was a faint whisper. His eyes, darkened with desire, caressed her naked body. No one had ever looked at her that way before. Like he wanted to devour her.

  Her ass tingled with warmth from his slap. She’d never been spanked before, not in discipline, not in sex. That one touch had caused a shot of lightning to surge through her ass and straight to her womb, making her clit throb with need.

  Joe eased away from her and stripped off his jeans. “Do you remember last night when you mentioned making yourself come, Mandy?” His voice turned husky.

  “Y-yes.” Her stomach fluttered.

  “Show me,” he demanded.

  “What?” She laughed nervously. “Now?”

  “Right now.” His erection was full and heavy, straining forward as if reaching for her. He palmed his length and squeezed hard. “Go on, Mandy. Touch yourself for me.”

  The sight of Joe gripping his own cock captivated Amanda. His hand moved with slow strokes up and down the hard flesh, precum spilling from the mushroomed head and moistening his fingers. Her mouth watered as the lips of her pussy grew wet with desire. The cool leather of the couch didn’t chill the fire raging just below her skin. She was nothing but the mass of sensations that took over her body.

  Slowly she brought her hands up, brushing her palms lightly across her nipples. Their gazes locked as she lightly pinched and tugged at each one. She delighted in the hitch of his breath. His shoulder rolled in subtle movement as he continued to stroke his rigid cock.

  It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

  The lust in his eyes drove her on. Moving her hands over her stomach, she paused to draw lazy circles around her navel. “Is this what you want?” Thrusting her breasts out, she opened her legs, exposing her wet core to his gaze. “Just having your eyes on me is making me wet, Joe. Imagining you touching me, licking me, fucking me. It’s almost too much.” Amanda was stunned by the words that flowed out of her mouth. She’d never been so blatant with her sexuality, but this man brought out her inner temptress. She was no longer in control of her actions.

  Joe went to his knees in front of her. His hands caressed up her legs and came to rest on her knees. He spread her wide and growled. “More.”

  Amanda ran her tongue lightly over her index finger, swirling around the tip before plunging it into her mouth. She removed her finger and traced over her nipples, leaving glittering moisture behind. “More of this?”

  He dug into the skin of her thighs. “You’re an evil tease.”

  “A tease implies you’ll get no reward.” She reached down and cupped her glistening pussy. “And believe me, you’ll get your reward.” Her hand lowered with a quick flick of her wrist. She sucked in a breath at the pulse of electricity that sparked through her intimate folds.

  She was mesmerized as Joe’s tongue peeked from behind his lips. Dear God, was he panting?

  She slid her finger through her wet pussy and moaned with pleasure. Joe grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, lightly rubbing the pad of her wet finger across his lips. “You taste so good … so damn good. I can’t wait to feel your grip around me as I fuck you.” He slid her finger deep into his mouth, his tongue circling, lapping at every inch. “But first,” he released her only to lean in and swipe his tongue through her slit, “you have something to show me, don’t you, baby?”

  How could he be so in control when she was about to come apart at the seams? It made her want to smack him.

  She smiled seductively. Raising her foot to his chest, she pushed hard. Joe caught himself on his hands before he landed flat on his back. “No touching,” she admonished.

  “Amanda.” His voice held that delicious hint of warning.

  “Watch,” she whispered as she ran her hands back down between her legs. Liquid heat wept from her sex, their little game making her incredibly aroused. She stretched herself open for him, running a finger around her tight opening. “Hmm, it’s so hot,” she teased as she eased a finger inside her slick channel, her eyes drifting shut in pleasure. She added a second finger and began a slow, torturous glide in and out.

  Joe groaned loud enough to gain her attention. His balls were drawn up tight, his cock hard and ready. He reached for his discarded jeans, pulling a condom from the pocket. She moved her wet fingers over her clit as he sheathed himself.

  “Look at me, Amanda,” he said in a firm voice. “Look at me when you come.”

  Moving her fingers faster, she gazed at him. Her stomach tightened, her body coiled, preparing to release in a blast of pleasure. She screamed his name as he jerked her legs forward and entered her in one hard thrust. His groa
n mixed with hers as she clamped down on him and her orgasm shot through her.

  He rode her slow and easy, one orgasm quickly leading to another, leaving her weak and breathless. He roared his release as she trembled around him.

  Joe panted as he rested his forehead against hers. “Jesus, that was amazing. You’re amazing.”

  She brought his head to her chest, happy to hold his weight as she sank farther into the couch. She held him gently against her. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” He tried to raise his head, but she held him fast.

  “Regrets?” he asked.

  “No, no regrets,” she said, her thoughts turning sad at the thought of him leaving.

  He pulled away from her, his hand cradling her cheek tenderly. “What is it, Mandy? Did I hurt you?”

  “Oh, God no. Not even close. Unless you count the fact that my legs won’t ever work right again,” she said, her limbs quivering as she tried to squeeze him with her knees. “See?”

  His eyes narrowed. “You sure?”

  “Just give me a second to catch my breath and I’ll finish that breakfast I started making before I was so rudely interrupted.”

  “Rudely interrupted?”

  She winked. “When Sam called.”

  “Ah, right.” He laughed and pushed to his feet. “How about we get some clothes on and I’ll take you out for breakfast.” He glanced at his watch. “Or maybe lunch.”

  Her stomach growled at the thought of food. “Don’t you have anything else you need to do today?” She reached out her hands for him to pull her from the couch. He jerked her up, wrapping his arms around her waist and plastering her to his chest.

  “You trying to get rid of me?” His lips brushed against hers.

  She felt a rush of liquid between her legs as the intoxicating warmth of his skin penetrated hers. Jesus, this man could turn her into a sex addict. “Of course not, but I don’t want you to feel obligated either.”

  His jaw twitched. “Obligated to share a meal with you?”

  “You know what I mean,” she said, nipping his chin.

  “No, Mandy. I don’t think I do.” He set her on her feet, keeping his hands on her arms until she was steady.

  “I just meant that if you need to be somewhere, I’d understand.” This was definitely a weird conversation to have naked, so she reached for his T-shirt and pulled it over her head. He stood watching her, arms crossed over his chest. “What?” she asked, wide-eyed. “It’s not like I have a lot of experience with the morning-after thing. I was trying to give you an out.”

  “I’m not looking for an out,” he snapped, swiping his jeans from the floor. “I say we make our own rules.”

  “Really?” She didn’t mean to sound so hopeful.

  “Really. Jake can handle the bar. I don’t have any pressing business and I’d like to spend some time with you.” He stalked closer. “Unless you want an out.”

  She shook her head. “I’d like to spend some time with you too.” She pressed her hands to her stomach as it grumbled again. “Starting with food.” She took his hand and started from the room. She gave him a sexy smile over her shoulder. “But first we need clothes.”

  “You keep looking at me like that, baby, and clothes will be a long time coming,” he warned, swatting her on the ass.

  Her stomach clenched with a need far greater than food. She tossed him another smile. “Breakfast can wait.”

  Chapter 7

  As far as weeks went, Samantha figured this one ranked a ten on the suck-ass scale. It wasn’t so much that her apartment had been broken into. Okay, it was a little bit about that, but not as much as it was about Caleb Martin and his arrogant, dumbass idea that she couldn’t take care of herself. Hell, she’d been taking care of herself for practically her whole life. Her parents sure hadn’t had anything to do with it. She snorted with disgust at the thought of her mother pretending to be anything except her father’s lapdog. Sit, stay, heel. Obey, obey, obey. That was all her so-called father knew, and her mother fell in line. And now it seemed Caleb was taking a page from her father’s book of irritating.

  What she needed was a release. Something to take her mind off all the drama that seemed to be her life lately. First her office, now her apartment. The bastard was getting desperate; she could feel it.

  She eyed herself in the bathroom mirror. She’d attempted to tame her wild mass of deep auburn curls into a subtle French braid. However, the unruly locks had a mind of their own and wisps of hair fell around her face in what she decided was sexy dishevelment. Nothing wrong with looking a little tousled.

  Her simple black tank top was tight across her breasts, showing off just the right amount of cleavage as well as being short enough to expose the glittering gem dangling from her belly button. Her low-riding jeans only added to the wealth of toned and tanned skin she had on display. Studded rhinestones sparkled against the faded denim that trailed down into her most comfortable pair of cowgirl boots. Not her favorite choice of footwear, but this was Texas after all.

  Country music drifted through the door as she leaned into the mirror to add a touch of gloss to her lips. She looked nothing like the lawyer she was, which was precisely her goal. She’d come to get her groove on and maybe to find a good-looking cowboy who wanted to join her back at the hotel she was temporarily calling home.

  Pleased with her reflection, she left the bathroom and worked her way toward the bar. There were no bar stools here, only a brass rail running the length of the base for those who needed a place to rest their boots.

  “Shot of tequila,” she said to the bartender and slapped a twenty on the bar.

  “It’s on me,” she heard from her left as a hand reached over and slid her money back to her.

  She turned to see a very young, very handsome cowboy smiling wickedly at her. She looked him over from his black cowboy hat to his beat-up, well worn shitkickers and had to stop herself from yelling, “Jackpot!” Instead, she played it cool. “You old enough to be in here, son?” she asked.

  He actually blushed and kicked his boot against the rail. Sam wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d busted out with an “Aw shucks, ma’am.” Instead, he just kept smiling at her. And it was quite a smile. She wondered how many panties he’d melted with that expression, because it was certainly starting to get to hers.

  “I’m plenty old enough to be in here,” he confirmed, leaning in to brush his lips against her ear. “But still young enough to show you a thing or two … for as long as you need showin’.” He pushed his hat back on his head. “Wanna dance?” He extended his hand in offering.

  She watched him as she picked up her shot glass and brought it to her lips. His golden gaze was glued to her mouth as she licked the rim slightly before drinking it down in one gulp. When she reached to take his hand, he swooped his arm around her and lifted her off her feet, pressing her tight against him.

  “Oh!” She laughed as he swung her around and placed her on her feet again. “Please tell me that wasn’t it.”

  “We’re just gettin’ started, darlin’. I aim to burn off a little steam tonight, and you’re just about the tastiest thing I’ve ever seen. Care to join me in a little hell-raisin’?”

  “Cowboy, you have no idea. Buy me another shot and then you can show me your moves,” she said suggestively and smiled as he threw his head back in laughter.

  He twirled his finger at the bartender to signal another round. “Darlin’, I got moves that’ll curl your toes,” he promised.

  “I’m counting on that, Cowboy,” she said as she accepted her drink.

  After another round, she was beginning to feel the blissful warmth that came with being tipsy. She was far from drunk and perfectly happy to let her cowboy lead her to the dance floor. She pressed herself along the length of him and swayed as he spun her into a slow, tight dance. His hands caressed the skin of her back, farther exposed as she reached up and laced her fingers around his neck.

  Halfway through the first song th
ey were interrupted by another man looking to cut in. Cowboy clutched her tight for a minute and put his mouth to her ear. “I don’t mind watching you dance with other guys tonight, darlin’, but you’re goin’ home with me.” He winked at her before giving her ass a possessive squeeze and passing her to the other man.

  After Sam had danced with just about every guy in the place, she felt as if she was going to fall over. She laughingly held off her next admirer. “I need a drink.” Her buzz was completely gone. She scanned the crowd for Cowboy and found him watching her from the spot at the bar where they’d met. He held up a glass to her to indicate he had one waiting.

  The minute she reached him, he grabbed her up and planted a kiss on her lips. She opened and let him in. And boy oh boy, he didn’t disappoint. His lips were firm and demanding. His mouth possessed her; his tongue tangled with hers until she was breathless. She pulled away. “What was that for?” she asked.

  “Because you’re drivin’ me crazy, that’s why.” He nuzzled her cheek.

  His hand caressed up her side, his thumb grazing intimately across her nipple. Her body responded immediately, her nipples tightening into hard buds and warmth flooding her panties. “You about ready to get out of here?” she asked.

  “Finish your drink, darlin’, then I’ll take you wherever you wanna go.” He reached down and lightly fingered the jewel at her navel. “’Cause honestly, I can’t wait to get you naked.”

  Oh hell yeah!

  She pressed her breasts against his chest and nipped his chin. “And what’ll do you with me once you get me naked?”

  “He’s not going to do a goddamned thing, because he’s not getting you naked,” a voice growled from behind her.

  “What’s it to you?” Her cowboy sneered over her shoulder. “You her boyfriend or somethin’?”

  “Or something,” Sam said as a hand clamped down on her bicep. She didn’t turn around, just glared at the fingers that gripped her. “Get your hand off me, Caleb.” She jerked her arm, emphasizing her demand.

  “Mister, I don’t know who the hell you are, but the lady doesn’t want you touching her so how’s about you back the fuck off?”