Eric hadn’t forgotten. It was the one thing that he had clung to while driving around, trying to deal with his dad’s diagnosis. “Do you want to come?”
“Not a chance.” Matt shook his head. “If this is going to work we need to convince her she can trust us, together and separately. You need some time alone with her as well. Enjoy your afternoon, and we’ll make plans over the weekend.”
“Thanks, Matt.” Eric picked up the beer bottles and poured the beer down the drain before tossing the bottles in the garbage.
“No thanks needed, bro. We decided a long time ago that this is what we wanted. Talk to you in the afternoon.” His cousin stopped and pointed at him. “Think positive.”
Matt headed down the hall to his room, leaving Eric staring at his phone in the kitchen. They needed to focus on Jocelyn if she was going to be the center of their universe. He turned his wrist and looked at the scars that rippled the skin on the back of his hand. Jocelyn was exactly what he needed to keep his thoughts from spiralling down in the depression he fought after his accident.
Hey, darlin’. Sorry I didn’t get back in time to say good night. I still want to take you out tomorrow afternoon if you’re available. He sent the text and then headed down to his own room, stripping down and crawling beneath his sheets and putting his cell on the night table. Matt was right. He needed to keep his thoughts positive. That was how he survived his own hell.
His phone buzzed and he grabbed it.
Are you all right?
Dammit, now he felt bad because he must have woken her up. He should have waited until the morning to text her.
Didn’t mean to wake you, I’m okay. Got some bad news earlier and needed to think.
Her message arrived on his phone a moment later. I was awake. Up working. I don’t sleep well most nights, and I had a nap this afternoon with Matt. My inner schedule is all confused.
Eric wondered what it was keeping her up at nights. Did she have her own demons that liked to plague her in the dark? He knew exactly why she’d napped with Matt earlier and his cock twitched again at the thought of watching the two of them together. What did you do that made you tired?
I’m sure you already know by now.
Tell me. I want to hear it from you.
I pretended you were watching.
He hadn’t expected such a direct response. In a heartbeat his cock pulsed awake, and he wrapped his hand around the length, giving his cock a tight firm stroke. This was not going to work. He pressed her number and listened impatiently to the ring on the other line.
“Hello?”
“What were you doing as I was watching, Jocelyn?” He could hear her shallow breathing through the line and wondered if he’d caught her playing with herself.
“Having sex with Matt. He said you and a friend were out in the hall watching.”
Eric knew damn well why Matt had added a mystery friend. He’d have wanted to know if she was open to being watched by strangers or only Eric. “Who was the friend?”
“I don’t know. All I could think of was you.”
His cock throbbed, and he stroked himself as he spoke to her. “You have a bit of a naughty streak, don’t you, Dr. Richards?”
“I don’t know.”
He could hear the tremble to her breathing and wished he was there watching her finger swirling around her clit. It would be all nice and puffy and standing up begging for some attention. “Do you know what happens to naughty girls who lie?”
Silence descended on the line, and for a moment he thought she’d hung up on him. “No,” she whispered.
“They get spanked.” He pitched his voice a little lower and a tad menacing as he spoke. He wanted her to remember this moment because he knew he’d never forget it. “I have a nice velvet-covered paddle that would fit your ass perfectly…” Her breath caught again and sounded like she was almost panting. “Or would you like to be bent over my knee with my hand on your bare ass?”
At the sound of her soft whimper, he stroked his cock a little faster. He loved the little sounds he could hear out of her. This was like a crazy dream he was having, and he wondered if maybe he’d fallen asleep. Not that it mattered because he didn’t want it to end.
“So that’s what you want, darlin’.” She moaned again at the endearment, and he tucked the bit of information away for future reference. “You want to feel the palm of my hand on your ass. My hands aren’t soft, you know, they’re rough and strong. But I’d start out slowly, patting you gently and building up to your punishment.”
“Punishment?” She sounded breathless, and the word was almost a moan in his ear.
“Oh, yeah. Naughty girls should get punished for imagining men are watching them getting fucked or for playing with themselves while talking on the phone.”
Her gasp echoed over the line, making him smile. So, she thought I wouldn’t know. “Did Matt tell you how much I love to watch, darlin’? One day I’ll get him to lay you out on a picnic blanket in the middle of a field. The sun will be warm on your skin, and you’ll be able to smell the wildflowers. You’re going to feel the breeze on your naked, wet pussy, and I’m going to sit there and watch your fingers slip around all that cream as you pet yourself.”
“Oh, god.”
“You are close aren’t you? Move your fingers a little faster, darlin’. Will you come for me?”
“Yes.”
“Mmmm, I can’t wait to taste you, Jocelyn. Did you let Matt lick your pretty pussy today?”
“Yes.” Her voice wasn’t much more than a whisper when she spoke. A seductive whisper in the night that made his balls ache for release. She made the sexiest little noises as she got closer and closer to going over. He was holding on by the barest of threads at the moment as well.
“Goddamn, I love hearing that. My cock is so hard right now, a little bit longer and we’ll come together, all right?”
“Yes.”
Eric chucked because it appeared that Jocelyn only had one word left in her vocabulary. “After you finished coming all over your fingers, I’m going to lick them clean, every drop.”
“Yes, yes, please.” She sounded like she was right on the knife edge with him. Talking to her was turning him on as well, and he desperately wanted to bury his cock inside of her.
“Then I’ll roll you over and push my cock deep into your sopping cunt. I’m going to fuck you hard, darlin’.”
“Oh, god. Oh, god.”
“Can you feel how my big cock is stretching you as I push deeper and deeper, and once I’m buried to the hilt in your sweet little body…” He squeezed the base of his cock, needing a moment or two more, but his body was threatening to betray him. “I’m going to take my hand to your ass as I fuck you, spanking you as I make you come.”
He heard her cries and gasps for breath as her orgasm washed over her. Watching her would have been preferable, but this was a close second, lying in the dark and listening to her pleasure-filled cries. His cock erupted, shooting semen on his chest and stomach as he came harder than he had in a very long time. If it wasn’t for the soft panting on the phone, he might have fallen straight to sleep. He wasn’t certain that Jocelyn wasn’t asleep herself.
“Sweet dreams, darlin’.”
He heard her sigh. “Are you sure I’m not dreaming right now?”
She sounded so sleepy and confused, it made him smile and he laughed quietly. “I guess we’ll know tomorrow. I’ll give you a call when I get up.”
“All right, good night or good morning.” She sighed. “You know what I mean.”
The line disconnected, and he cleaned up with his T-shirt, tossing it in his hamper before falling back into bed. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her tomorrow. Hearing her voice was one thing, but he craved the silkiness of her skin and sweetness in her kiss. Her breathing had hitched when he’d mentioned spanking her ass, but she’d whimpered and then came when he mentioned using his bare hand. If she’d been as touch deprived in her life as he was startin
g to suspect, then feeling his hand on her skin would mean much more than a paddle. He drifted off to sleep thinking of all the ways he would test his theory.
Chapter Seven
April 22nd
Eric’s brain didn’t snap awake when he was home the way it did when he knew he was on duty. He floated in a sea of calm and peacefulness that only came from a deep restful sleep from pure exhaustion. His cock was harder than his normal morning wood, as if he’d had a particularly vivid dream. Fast on the heels of that thought, the memories of last night flooded him. That snapped him awake. He lunged for his cell phone, which was still sitting on the nightstand. He paused, uncertain if he wanted to be faced with the reality that last night was a dream. Did I really listen to Jocelyn give herself an orgasm? He thumbed through the messages, relief setting his heart thumping when he saw the messages and then the record that he had made a phone call at three twenty in the morning. It hadn’t been a dream.
He had to start his rotation of night shifts tonight, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep any longer. His cock stretched up, tenting the sheet and blanket covering him. He wrapped his fingers around his length and gave himself a couple of slow, tight strokes. He had no intention of finishing himself off at the moment, not when he was planning on spending the afternoon with Jocelyn. He and Matt had spoken yesterday about spending some one-on-one time with her and letting her get to know each of them separately before they both took her to bed.
He groaned as he pulled his hand from his cock. His libido was urging him to finish and gain some measure of relief. A cold shower would temper the damn thing for now, and perhaps if he was very lucky he might tempt Jocelyn into some games this afternoon. A quick glance at his watch got him moving.
Skimming through his messages, he typed out one to Jocelyn. Morning, darlin’. How did you sleep? He remembered the low moan she’d made every time he called her that last night. It was enough to make his cock ache with a need for her touch. If she liked it that much, he’d make certain to slip it into conversation as often as he could.
He’d gotten his ass out of bed and pulled a towel out of the closet when his phone chimed.
Very well thank you. Great dreams. A smiley emoticon separated the two sentences. How did you sleep?
Darlin’, that was no dream. He started to type out the reply when he stopped. Reminding her that it wasn’t a dream might make her uncomfortable, and he didn’t want her to feel anything but arousal today. Deleting the text, he revised it before sending. Slept like a rock. You ready to go out geocaching today?
Looking forward to the experience, I love treasure. What should I wear and bring?
Dress in layers, not your big heavy coat. Boots and be sure to wear something on your head. I’ll take care of the rest. See you in 30.
* * * *
Thirty minutes! “Holy shit.” Jocelyn tossed her phone on the pillow and jumped out of the bed, spilling the neat piles of photos and papers on the other side all over the place. She paused to clean them up and then decided to leave them. It wasn’t like she planned on anyone seeing them anyways.
Only a guy would think thirty minutes was enough time to get ready. She’d been lying in bed thinking of the incredible dream she’d had last night. Dreams where Eric had whispered to her in the dark, encouraging her to play with herself. She’d been staring at the message she’d sent him in horror when his text came through.
Eric hadn’t said a single thing about last night, and she wondered if he thought he dreamed it. That would save her so much embarrassment because she had no idea how she was going to face him after acting like that. As if having sex with Matt hadn’t been enough, she’d been primed and ready to go with Eric last night, too. Did I drink some sort of strange lust potion or something? Sex wasn’t something that she obsessed over, and when she felt the need, she had a toy in her drawer to satisfy herself. But last night after she insisted Matt bring her back here, her body was still humming with need, and Eric had been in the forefront of every one of her thoughts. It was almost magical the way he called just as she was starting to get frustrated with the lack of relief her vibrator was giving her.
Her cheeks burned with what she felt would be a hell of a blush. What are you thinking, woman? Two men? You could hardly handle one. But it felt different with Matt and Eric. They were fun and sweet, and they both treated her like a woman. She loved the way one of them always had their hand at the small of her back as they walked somewhere, or lying on the sofa with strong arms wrapped around her. She’d never felt as secure and calm as she did with them.
Watching the clock, she rushed through her morning routine, skipping the shower because going out with wet hair wouldn’t be a good idea in this cold. Brushing her hair back into two low ponytails to keep it out of her way, she applied a light touch of eye shadow and mascara. Eric had said dress in layers and she’d done that, but she didn’t feel as comfortable as she did in her coat. The thick MSU Bobcats sweatshirt she zipped up over her tank and long-sleeve T-shirt covered her denim-clad butt, but she was used to being covered from head to toe. Eyeing her oversized coat, she wondered why he didn’t want her to wear it. It was comfortable, and she liked being able to hide in it. But if they were going to be walking through a forest, then she could understand why it might be a hindrance. Eric had said to wear a hat, but she hadn’t brought anything with her. Maybe Minnie has something I can borrow?
Damn, ten minutes left. She had a feeling that Eric was very prompt, and if he was going to be late he would have texted her. She pulled on her boots and tucked her phone and some money into the pocket of her sweatshirt. Butterflies zoomed like bombers in her tummy as she tried to imagine what to expect today. They would be out in the woods, so she figured sex was out of the question, but what about later? Maybe he would try to steal a kiss or three… Maybe she would be the one to steal a kiss?
It turned out Minnie was well versed in the art of layering and knew all about geocaching, and by the time the chime over the front door went off, Jocelyn was zipped up in a down-filled vest over her sweatshirt and was holding a knitted cap and mitts.
“Good morning, darlin’.”
She stopped in the middle of the hallway facing him. He was dressed similarly to her, thick vest over a jacket, jeans, and heavy boots, but he looked like a walking advertisement for sex. The simple sound of his voice made her pussy twitch and deep warmth radiate up from between her legs. Her throat closed up as her thoughts instantly filled with memories of last night and what he’d said to her. How am I going to act normal when every time he opens his mouth I want to jump him?
He grinned down at her and stepped closer. “Everything okay?”
She tried to remember how to speak, but it felt like every drop of moisture had evaporated in her mouth and her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. She wanted to say let’s skip the treasure hunting and go straight to bed, but all she managed was to nod her head at him.
“Do you have something for your head?”
“Uh-huh.” She pulled the black cap over her head. It had elongated sides that covered her ears and tassels that hung down to her shoulders. Eric’s grin got bigger as he looked down at her, and she feared she must look completely stupid. Before she could reach up and pull the hat from her head, he pulled her closer to him. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he dipped his head but stopped a breath away from her lips.
“You’re adorable.”
She felt his breath brush across her cheek, but he didn’t move any closer. Unwilling to pass up this opportunity, she braced her hands on his chest and lifted herself up, initiating their kiss. His lips were soft and his kiss a tad more aggressive than Matt’s, but he claimed her and made her body hum with need just the same as his cousin had.
He let her lead the kiss for a moment or two before taking control and deepening it. His tongue flicked at the seam of her lips and pressed in to stroke the inside of her mouth. She felt his hand slide down her back and over one of her ass cheek
s. He cupped her ass possessively, and she remembered him telling her that naughty girls were spanked. His hand clenched her ass cheek before patting it as he slowed their kiss before parting.
“We better get going, or I’m going to fuck you in this hallway.” His low voice rumbled in her ear. Her nipples tightened, and she felt tremors of awareness flutter straight to her pussy as her body reacted to him. Before she could suggest the two of them continue this up in her room, he placed his hand at her lower back and urged her toward the front door. Jocelyn could feel how wet and puffy her pussy was as she walked and wondered how she was going to survive the day like this.
Seeing her reflection in the window of his pickup truck did a lot to tamp down her libido. She looked like an idiot. The black cap that Minnie had given her had kitten ears, and coupled with her glasses and ponytails she looked ridiculous. It was fine to dress like that if she was a high school student, but not a thirty-year-old professor who had plans to try to seduce the man she was with.
She was about to pull the cap off her head when Eric spoke. “Don’t you dare.”
“I look like an idiot.”
“You look adorable.” He opened the truck door for her and held out his hand to help her up. “I almost feel guilty for the thoughts I’m having about you.”
She laughed, her nervousness melting away as did the negative voice in the back of her head. Placing her hand in his, she hopped up into the truck. Two coffees and a paper bag sat on the bench seat between them.
Eric handed her the bag when he hopped in. “I wasn’t sure if you had time for breakfast, so I stopped over at the tea shop on my way over.”
“Thank you, that was thoughtful.”
“We’ll always take care of you, Jocelyn.”
“How can you say that? I’ve hardly known either of you for more than two days.” The truck rumbled to life when he started it and pulled out onto the road. She knew the “we” he’d referred to was him and Matt. All of this seemed to be happening so fast, making her wonder if it would be one of those burn fast, hot but short kind of attractions? What would they think of her if they learned of her self-destructive past?
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