He chuckled and leaned in, sliding his knee between her thighs. The rough hair on his leg teased her sensitive skin sending a quick tremor into her pussy.
“Don’t worry, sweet.” He kissed the space beneath her ear. “I won’t let you go without.”
Another kiss and he slid away, whispering delicate licks to her breasts, a tiny lap of one nipple, moving across her body as he knelt. Every nerve tingled as he kissed the lower curve of her stomach. His fingers teased the insides of her thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs.
The fluttering caresses rippled across her skin and swelled in her cunt. She squeezed her lips together, trying to crush the groan that threatened. It was such a simple caress but so powerful. Cain pressed his lips to the inside of her knee.
“So soft,” he whispered, the words spoken against her skin. Hot kisses moved up her thigh. He slipped his hand beneath her knee and raised her leg, draping it over his shoulder, leaving her open and exposed.
While she loved the sensation of a man’s mouth on her pussy, she didn’t usually allow it with casual lovers. The vulnerability always made her just a little too thoughtful and she couldn’t relax and enjoy it. But Cain’s lips along the inside of her thigh tempted her beyond thought.
She propped her hand against the wall, bracing herself to keep her body upright. He ran his tongue along the crease between her hip and her thigh, teasing the sensitive flesh. A shiver whispered through her core. She felt his smile against her skin.
Hot breath washed across her almost bare pussy. Her monthly wax appointments seemed amazingly worth it. Every stroke of his fingers sent delicate fires into her core.
He leaned forward and ran his tongue up the full length of her slit. She gasped and arched her back, almost afraid to move, not wanting to miss one touch. He licked and tasted, his tongue gliding smoothly against her pussy lips then drawing back to flutter over her clit. She hissed and held her breath as the lovely strokes sent bright tremors into her core.
Cain groaned as if this excited him as well.
Sensations blended together until Heather couldn’t distinguish one from the next, each one filling her, pushing her closer. When the orgasm came, it wasn’t a jolting shock to her system, but long, luscious surges of pleasure that floated through her core and flooded her limbs.
Captivated by the wicked sensations encompassing her body, she only vaguely noticed Cain standing. He kissed her lips, the flavor of her cunt still coating his tongue.
“You taste delicious, sweet. I can’t wait to have more.” Another kiss. “Can I see you tonight?”
Unable to speak, still savoring the sexy pulses moving through her pussy, she nodded. He kissed her one more time.
“I’ll call you later.”
* * * * *
Cain couldn’t help his smile as he stepped out of the shower. He was a little surprised Heather could stand. Her knees had to be trembling. Damn, that woman was sexy when she came.
His cock was still hard and he knew she would have taken care of it for him—Heather didn’t seem too shy about sex and he liked that in a woman—but he’d wait until later. He was late to meet Pax and sometimes Cain enjoyed the ache of being a little frustrated.
Having just left her would give him a good excuse if he stayed hard during his workout. It happened fairly often and normally he had to work to hide it. Today, he had a reasonable explanation if Pax noticed.
Cain quickly dried off and pulled on his clothes, his ruined shirt hanging open. It didn’t matter. He was just going to get sweaty in a few minutes anyway.
He closed the door behind him, fondly remembering pressing Heather against the wall and fucking her, being inside her slick cunt. Huffing out a breath, he shook his head and rethought the wisdom of going to the gym with a hard-on. This could get painful. Taking a deep breath, he focused on bland, boring things, letting his cock wilt just a little.
The elevator chimed and he climbed on. It was that quiet time in the morning—the families had already gotten up and headed out for the day. The partiers were still nursing hangovers and not moving. He rode it down to the first floor, waved to Bill at the security desk and headed to the gym. Terri was at the spa desk and buzzed him into the locker rooms.
A couple of showers were running, but beyond that, the room was empty. Cain opened his locker and pulled out his shorts and t-shirt. One of the benefits of being a bar manager at the casino was he got to use the gym. That’s how he’d become friends with Paxson.
They’d run into each other a few times when Cain had been working nights and come in after his shift. Now he worked out later in the morning. He knew Paxson liked to workout early, but he’d shifted his schedule to match Cain’s, saying he liked to workout with someone he knew.
Going down on Heather had made Cain a little late, so by the time he got into the gym, Pax was already on the bench doing chest presses. Those thick, strong thighs contracted along with the rest of his body as he lifted the heavy weights off the bar.
Cain’s cock swelled inside his shorts. Yeah, not coming before his workout had definitely been a bad idea.
* * * * *
Paxson took a breath and heaved the weight bar off his chest. It wasn’t too heavy. Cain hadn’t shown up this morning so Pax didn’t have a spotter. He could have asked a couple of the guys who’d been in earlier, but he didn’t like working out with strangers. Too much idle chitchat.
Particularly this morning, he didn’t feel like talking. Probably because he hadn’t slept well. He’d spent most of the night thinking about that woman—naked in his office. Well, almost naked. The red panties had been just enough coverage to make him damn curious.
So, yeah. Little sleep. A good workout would help his tension. His left hand hadn’t done much.
He’d considered calling her today, but it seemed tacky. The only reason he had her name and room number was because she’d been brought to his office by one of the guards. Maybe he could invite her out for lunch to apologize.
“Dude, I can tell you aren’t concentrating.”
He jerked at the sound of Cain’s voice, the weight in his hands sagging a bit to the right, his weaker arm. Cain reached out and grabbed the bar, lifting it for him and helping him set it back on the rack.
Paxson sat up. “Thanks. Where have you been?”
“Uh—” The half-smile on Cain’s lips told Paxson all he needed to know.
“Who was she?”
Cain hesitated and that wasn’t like him. Normally he couldn’t wait to tell Paxson about this girl or that or what freaky thing they did in bed.
Pax stayed silent. He could outwait just about anyone.
“The girl in the dress.”
“Heather?” Paxson couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice. Though why he was surprised, he didn’t know. Heather was beautiful and flirtatious. She was just the type of girl Cain would go for, and Cain was, well, a bit of a slut. He dragged Paxson out to clubs on a regular basis, trying to hook Pax up with some random woman. He seemed to have made it his mission to get Paxson laid.
But every time they went out, Cain ended up with the woman, Paxson went home alone.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like women. He just didn’t feel comfortable picking up some stranger and fucking her. He didn’t know if was because of his size—he always felt like he was going to crush a new lover—or if his years on the police force had shown him too many women who picked up the wrong guy in a desperate need to be loved. He didn’t want to be the guy who preyed on those women.
But Heather. He’d liked Heather. Cain had obviously liked Heather too.
Well, damn. The image of Heather, naked except for those red panties, leaning over Paxson’s desk while Cain fucked her from behind clouded Pax’s vision for just a moment.
“How was it?” The question popped out of his mouth and shit, he wished he had a rewind button.
Cain’s eyes went wide. “You really want to know?”
“What? No.”
“You sure? She thinks you’re sexy.”
Right. Women who liked Cain might be intrigued by Paxson for a short while but in the end, they found him boring.
“Right. They all want to know what it’s like to be with the big man until they realize I’m not some badass who wants to tie them up and control them.”
Cain laughed and walked around to the back of the weight bench, a sign that he was ready to spot Paxson. Cain added weight to each side—making the bar heavier, closer to what Paxson lifted when he had someone around.
Seems like Cain is done with this conversation.
Pax lay back down on the bench. He grabbed the bar and lifted it off the cradle, Cain’s hands there to catch it.
“I keep telling you that a little bondage makes the whole thing more fun,” Cain said as Pax lowered the bar to his chest. “Fetish Ball is coming up. We could have some fun.” His sing-song voice gave Pax something to focus on as he lifted. “Just think…Heather in black leather, tied up.”
Pax’s cock twitched again and he hoped Cain wasn’t paying attention to the fact that Pax was getting hard.
“I can get tickets,” Cain offered.
“You always get tickets.” Every year he gave one to Pax, asking him to attend. Every year, Pax ignored it.
“It’s fun and the scent of leather just makes me hard.”
Paxson gulped. “Not my thing.”
“Well, that’s okay. I don’t think it’s Heather’s thing either. Besides, she didn’t think you were badass.” Cain gripped the bar and helped Paxson lift. “She thinks you’re sweet.”
Paxson grunted. “What?”
“The way you kept blushing last night. She thinks you’re sweet.”
Paxson pulled that knowledge deep inside him. Women didn’t think of him as sweet. They thought he was boring. Too rigid. He felt his cock move inside his shorts. He wasn’t too worried about popping wood in the gym. It happened sometimes when he worked out, and hell, Cain seemed to be sporting a hard-on. Of course, he’d just crawled out of the bed of a gorgeous redhead.
A gorgeous redhead that Paxson wasn’t going to think about because she was now sleeping with one of his best friends.
He replaced the weight bar on the cradle.
“Oh, and she left her business card case in your office. She’ll be coming by later.” Cain leaned over and looked down at Paxson. “So be nice.”
Chapter Five
Dear Diary,
Maybe Cait was right about these red—oops, sorry, scarlet—panties. She’s always claimed wearing sexy underwear beneath her uniform gave her an extra boost of confidence. I can see that. I’ve developed quite a fondness for scarlet undies.
Cain left her wrecked, leaning against the shower wall, trying to catch her breath, her legs trembling.
The hot water continued to stream out of the shower and Heather just soaked it up, letting it cover her body, soothe her sparkling nerves. It wasn’t until she’d heard the hotel room door shut behind Cain that she remembered—she had no clothes. Nothing except the dress.
“Damn.” Her shoulders sagged forward. For someone who plans events for a living, you didn’t plan this very well. But really, was it that big of a deal?
She had to put on the dress one more time, go to the mall, get something sexy and hot, plus a few things she could actually walk around in, then tonight, she’d invite Cain up to the room, the dress would fall off and she’d be free forever.
Unwilling to give up the luxury of being free, she climbed out of the shower, dried off and stretched out naked on the bed. The scent of Cain’s aftershave lingered on the pillows. Memories assailed her body and she sighed, twisting on the cool sheets, savoring every sensation across her bare flesh.
Her mind wandered, filling in the blank spaces with thoughts of Cain. The fantasy formed quickly in her head, his strong body naked beneath hers as she rode his cock, taking him deep and hard with each stroke.
She arched her back, letting her hair fall behind her and tease the upper curves of her ass.
“That’s it, sweetheart.”
Dream Heather opened her eyes. The sexy security guard Paxson knelt beside them, his huge hands softly stroking her skin, the backs of his fingers flicking across her nipples.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. He gently kissed her lips, so different from the strong demanding kisses from Cain but so sweet and sexual she couldn’t resist the soft intrusion of his tongue. “So beautiful,” he murmured again.
Her nipples pulled up into tight peaks and Paxson groaned. He bent down and drew the sensitive pad between his lips. He sucked, the pressure matching the steady drive of Cain’s cock in her pussy. She—
A soft knock made her bounce up, breathless, the tips of her breasts hard and tight. The dream replayed in her mind. Cain and Paxson? Maybe teasing Cain in the shower hadn’t been such a good idea.
“Housekeeping.” The voice called just as the doorknob started to turn.
“No!” She hurried and stood behind the door, peering out at the little woman standing in the hall. “Um, just give me a few minutes and I’ll get out of your way.”
The woman nodded and Heather sighed. She closed the door and leaned against it to calm her pounding heart. She quickly combed through her hair, pulled it back into a messy bun and dragged on a fresh pair of panties. She shivered as they caressed her pussy. The sleek red material felt even sexier this morning, of course that was probably because she had memories of Cain ripping the last pair off her.
Heat rushed through her whole body. Damn, she’d gone from one arousing dream to another.
Moaning—a sound of dread not pleasure this time—she grabbed the ugly dress off the floor. She took a deep breath and willed herself to put it back on. At least now she knew how to get out of it.
Her grin returned as she pulled the dress back over her hips and felt the bodice tighten around her rib cage. When she wanted out of the dress, all she had to do was seduce Cain.
* * * * *
Paxson clicked through the resumes. They were down two security guards and he needed to get the positions filled. A few of the applicants he knew from his days with the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department.
He wondered if they were, like him, just tired of it, tired of working so hard and not making a difference? Or if they were just looking for better pay, better hours and an air-conditioned office?
He dismissed a couple as being assholes that he didn’t want working with his team but looked at the rest, sending notes to three of them about interviews next week.
He hated the administrative crap but it was part of the job. He rolled his shoulders back, trying to ease the tension in his neck. He might have overdone it at the gym that morning. He’d been working out his stress, trying to get the cute redhead out of his brain. There were strict rules against him hitting on the patrons, particularly ones who had been naked in his office.
It had been worse when Cain had joined him at the gym—looking cheerful and well fucked.
Paxson had refused any more details but the perpetual smile on Cain’s face was enough to annoy him. Cain had spent the night fucking the woman Pax had been dreaming about. Even now it was easy to recall how good she looked, standing there, naked, except for a pair of panties. It was just a short step to imagining her sliding those panties over her hips, doing a sexy striptease just for him. His cock leapt against his fly.
Unfortunately Cain’s overly sexed presence this morning invaded his fantasy and there he was, leaning against the far side of the desk, watching, telling Paxson to fuck her harder.
Pax moaned and leaned back, trying to ease the pressure on his dick. It didn’t matter. He was never going to see those panties or the woman ever again.
A soft knock on his door pulled him out of his thoughts. He yelled for the person to come in and gulped when the woman in question poked her head through the opening.
He glanced down at the business card on his desk. Heather Bremerton, Wedding Planne
r. He’d checked her out, and from all accounts, she was just what she’d claimed.
His upbringing made him stand even as he feared his hard-on might break through his zipper. “Miss Bremerton.”
“Hi.”
Her lips spread into a soft smile and he could barely stop his groan. Those pretty lips would look so good stretched around his cock. He gave himself a shake.
“How can I help you?”
She pushed the door the rest of the way open and walked in. She still wore the wedding dress, crumpled flowers and all, but now she carried a dozen shopping bags as if she’d bought out half the stores at Fashion Show Mall. “I think I left my business card case with you.”
The white fluffy dress brushed against his guest chairs as she approached. Strange, last night, she’d seemed almost frightened, had practically cowered in the corner. But today, she boldly walked in and scanned the top of his desk.
She leaned forward. The front of the gown dipped low, so low he could see her nipples. Tight and pink and perfect for his mouth. He wondered if the pink matched the color of her pussy. He licked his lips. Damn, he loved going down on a woman. Well, the right woman.
“There it is.” She pointed one perfectly manicured finger to the far side of his desk.
He coughed and jerked his eyes away, finding the gold case slid amongst the paper.
“Thanks,” she said as she straightened up. As if it was pulled by a magic string, her dress fell off her hips and sank to the ground “My mother gave it to me and—” She gasped. “What the hell?” She stared down at the pile of material on the floor. “That’s not possible.” She whipped around, looking behind her. “Is Cain here?”
“What? No.”
She peered forward, her eyes squinting at the edges. “He’s not hiding under the desk?”
“Uh, no.”
“Damn.”
She seemed so casual about it. She hadn’t even covered her breasts and damn it, Paxson couldn’t find the strength to look away. The clear light of day hadn’t made them any less perfect. Not too big, they’d fit nicely in his palms, those tight nipples rubbing against his skin. The red panties still shielded her sex but with one quick tug, he could snap the thin string and she’d be bare and he could be between her legs, licking—
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