Not My Type

by Taylor Love

  The time to tell him to get the hell out was now. Instead Mika found herself pointing down the hall to her spare bedroom. She didn’t think his patience would make it upstairs. Now that it was decided she relaxed against him. Lifting her head slightly to lick and nibble along his neck. She was tired. Tired of fighting the sexual pull to him. Tired of rejecting what they both wanted and denying the male carrying her in his strong arms. Their brief physical touches already had her needy. She wanted to lick more than his thumb and neck before the night was over.

  Chapter Six

  ROBERT WAITED UNTIL he entered the bedroom before letting her slide down his body. Once she was on her own two feet, he took her mouth in a maddening kiss full of need. For weeks, no scratch that almost two months he’d wanted to have this woman underneath him again. His hands were actually shaking a bit, as he grabbed her ass and pulled her against his aching penis. This woman defied, frustrated and excited him all at the same time. If he had been thinking right he’d have his ass at home. Instead, all he could think about were her hands impatiently pulling his shirt from his pants.

  He released her so he could shrug out of his blazer and toe off his footwear. As soon as he did she was pushing his t-shirt up toward his head. He took over finishing the job, and she wasted no time putting her lips to his skin. Licking and kissing his nipples as her fingernails scraped along his love handles towards his zipper. He shivered at the sensation and dragged her head up for another ravenous kiss. This was the woman he remembered from Vegas. Greedy and bold, taking what she wanted from him and for herself.

  He nipped the inside of her bottom lip in retaliation for her nails and felt her smile against his lips. His hands went back to her hips before scowling at the feel of material against his fingers. He wanted skin to skin contact. Putting space between them, he pulled her shirt up and over, covering her breasts with his hands. Robert became instantly harder at the feel of her flesh, so soft yet firm as he shaped and squeezed. He pulled at her nipple, thrilled by the moan she gave him in return. Her breasts were large for her frame, giving her that coke bottle shape when you added in her thick hips and ass. He normally didn’t covet more than a handful or so, but looking down at her all he saw was a bountiful meal, and he was a very hungry man.

  Dipping his head he brought her flesh up to his mouth and latched on, pulling strongly from the start. He felt her knees give out before she anchored herself using his waist. Right before he felt his pants and boxers being pushed down his hips, then to his knees, before her warm hand wrapped tightly around his member. He feasted while she stroked—she stroked while he feasted. When he’d had his fill he begin nipping his way up her chest to her neck. Finally he glided her pants down and once they cleared her butt they slid to the ground, where she kicked them off.

  He moved his hand to palm her center. “First no bra, now no panties. Got me thinking maybe you were expecting me,” he said cockily.

  “Only in your stalker dreams. I’m not sure there's enough space in this room for me, you, and your ego,” Mika stated, still stroking his length rubbing his tip with her thumb spreading his pre-cum around.

  Robert chuckled and finished pushing his jeans down his legs. He took a few extra seconds to remove two condoms from his back pocket, letting her see them before he tossed them towards the bed. “I have no doubt that what I got, will fit perfectly in you.” Saying so he slid two of his long fingers inside her.

  Mika’s reply to his bold statement was cut off as she felt him inside her. Her head fell back and he sucked hard at the fragile skin near her collarbone, while simultaneously moving in and out of her. Her whole body felt electrified! How could the same person she should have slammed the door on, make her slick and wet in mere minutes?

  When he passionately took her mouth again while circling his thumb against her clit, her legs finally buckled as she clenched and came around his fingers. He barely let her come down from the high before he was maneuvering her to the bed. When they fell onto it they instantly devoured each other. Hands, tongues, and fingers roamed everywhere. Teeth nipped, tongues licked, nails grazed and hands gripped...hot eager flesh. All of it was too much, and not enough at the same time.

  Apparently he was having the same thoughts, as Mika heard the crackle of a wrapper and opened her eyes to watch him. The man was fine. His dark-brown, umber skin rippled as his muscles moved. His stomach was flat and firm, the definition of abs etched across it. His shoulders smooth and wide hunched over as he focused on protecting them. He was so delicious and sexy that just looking at him handle himself made her throat go dry, and her inner walls flex in anticipation.

  Finally he was sheathed and raised his eyes to hers. She crooked her finger toward him opening her legs in invitation, and Robert wasted no time accepting. Fitting his hips high between her thighs, entering her slowly as he went. Her lashes fluttered but they never lost eye contact. She loved the feel of him—thick, long, and hard—as he inched his way inside. Her breath hitching as he kept going until every inch filled her. Only then did he close his eyes as an involuntary shiver ran through his whole body.

  It was one, two, three beats before his eyes opened, staring at her with an intense focus and desire so blazing that her skin flushed with color. Robert begin to move, sure and powerful. He felt so good! Soon he was lifting her knees, dragging her even closer to his pumping hips. He went in deep and paused, lifting her left leg almost straight until it rested along his chest and shoulder. When he leaned forward at the new angle she moaned. When he started moving she didn’t know what sounds were coming out of her mouth. They were both breathing hard, each straining against the other, reaching for that feeling of completion.

  After a few minutes Mika lowered a hand to his hip and pushed, she wanted more than this position could give her. He relented, dropping her leg and leaning in for a kiss before he rolled them over while still connected. Mika took the time to kiss and lick his nipples before she sat up seating herself fully on him. The action made him groan but not as much as when she begin to move her hips, doing a slow grind, working him like a joystick that just happened to be deep inside her. She saw him gritting his teeth right before he threw his head back in pleasure.

  She couldn’t help the small smile that flitted across her face before she finally started to lift and lower herself on his cock. His head snapped forward so his eyes could watch where their bodies met, as he disappeared inside her body over and over again. She found and took her own pleasure in riding him, controlling the speed and intensity of her thrusts. Her own hands shaping and squeezing her breasts adding to the ecstasy assaulting her body.

  When she started speeding up and became wilder, he interceded. First massaging her ass before moving his large hands to cover her breasts. Mika leaned forward hands on his chest while he played with her nipples. Eventually he started to raise his hips to meet her, moving his hands to hold her waist tightly. So tightly she’d have marks on her skin tomorrow. Right now she only cared about the exhilaration she felt.

  The sounds of their bodies slapping, moans, groans, and mutterings of their passion were like a symphony to her ears. She started to keen incomprehensible sounds her breathing and body shaking. He pulled her down lower, until her breasts dangled over his face. When his lips clamped around a nipple and pulled hard she went over, crying out his name and convulsing all around him.

  Her body was still having mini-explosions when he kissed away what little breath she had, before reversing their positions. Mouths still fused, he slammed into her several times before he found his own release, shouting as his back arched. She soothed a hand along his sweat-slicked back down to his buttocks, their lust fully and completely spent.

  MIKA SLOWLY OPENED her eyes, and looked at the ocean blue walls of her guest bedroom. Rolling to her back and stretching brought her mind into sharper focus, as her body reminded her she’d had energetic sex with Robert Lorde. They’d fallen asleep only for him to wake her around two a.m., with his mouth suckling her breas
t and his hand delving between her legs. They’d gone another heated round before falling back to sleep exhausted.

  Now her enthusiastic partner was nowhere to be seen. Climbing out of bed she didn’t see his clothes anywhere either. Blowing out a breath she couldn't say she was surprised. He’d come—pun intended—and gotten what he wanted. If she was being honest what they both wanted. Maybe now they’d gotten each other out of their systems so to speak.

  Her pj’s were scattered about, but she ignored them and left the room. Right now she needed a shower and coffee, and wasn’t sure which would be first. Noise in the hall drew her back towards the living room. It was probably just the TV. As she got closer she realized it was coming from the kitchen. Heading to investigate, she stopped in the entryway and saw Robert.

  Literally the last thing she ever expected to see in her kitchen. At the moment he stood with his back to her, lining up ingredients on the counter. He had on his jeans, though they sagged just a bit as his belt wasn’t quite buckled. For some reason he hadn’t put his shirt or blazer back on yet. Which left that wonderful skin of his visible. Even from back here, she could see the scratches she’d left on his back. Who was this virtual stranger in her kitchen, she knew very little about him. Except that he was currently successful, Cam’s best friend, and an unfortunate alumni of U of M. Oh wait, he was also arrogant beyond belief. She must have made some noise because he turned to look in her direction.

  He raised an eyebrow at her presence, and she returned the favor.

  “What’s all this?” She asked.

  “It will be breakfast as soon as I cook it. I’m starving. You do know you don’t have any real food here?”

  “I don’t really cook. I get a lot of takeout.” He just continued to stare, saying nothing. “What? No crack about me not being able to cook?”

  “No. It never occurred to me you could,” Robert said easily.

  “I feel like I should be offended by that, but I’m not. Why don’t you stop staring at me and finish cooking, since you invited yourself to do so.”

  “Sue the hell out of me if I find it difficult not to stare. You’re standing there naked.”

  Mika closed her eyes and suppressed a groan. She’d forgotten she didn’t have a stitch on. Refusing to give him the satisfaction of embarrassing her, she didn’t move from her current stance. “Well I live alone, I’m used to walking around in the nude. Besides, I thought you were gone. I didn’t expect to find you lurking in my kitchen.”

  “I was hungry.”

  “So you said.” They both paused. She tried to ignore that he was running his eyes slowly along her body. “Well get to cooking.”

  “I will, if you go put some clothes on. Or did you have something else in mind for breakfast?”

  “Nope, sure didn’t.” She started backing away. “I’ll...umm, be back down in a bit. Try not to make a mess.”

  “Food will be done in about ten. If it’s cold then that's on you.”

  “Fine, whatever...make some coffee while you’re at it. I’m dying for a cup.”

  Robert didn’t answer, just shook his head before turning around.

  ROBERT SOON HEARD THE faint sounds of feet running up the stairs and let himself relax. He picked up his t-shirt from a kitchen stool and put it on. The more clothes they both had on the better. Maybe he had come here last night with the goal of ending up in her bed. And maybe he’d done it in the hopes of getting rid of the lust he felt for her. Clearly, that hadn’t happened as he found himself still here. Cooking of all things and still wanting her badly!

  “What the fuck am I doing?” He said out loud and started cracking eggs. In a regular situation he would be gone by now, but they did in fact still need to talk. Now that he’d gotten her to admit their physical attraction was off the charts, they could decide how to handle it.

  When he’d woken up he’d intended to suggest they engage in a no strings hook-up for a few months. But seeing her naked as the day she was born and probably just as unconcerned, made him think their better option was to ignore each other whenever possible. That thought was reinforced as she’d stood there confident, with bed-head curls and his fingerprints still showing on her skin. Looking like a sexy woodland nymph, whatever the hell that was. All he knew was that it made him want to test the counter for durability.

  MIKA DID HER BUSINESS then took a quick shower, before throwing on some lounging pants and a light-weight sweater. She considered wearing something with State on it just to irritate him, but thought better of it. For now they were behaving in a fairly civilized manner. As her hair was hopelessly tangled, she’d tossed it in a messy top bun and called it a day. Fifteen minutes later she came down to the smell of coffee and forgot everything else except getting a cup.

  Robert sat eating already, her plate and a steaming cup of coffee on the other side of him. She took that first wonderful sip before sitting down and speaking, “Thank you. I only drink coffee in the mornings but it’s a must have for me to function. I hate mornings.”

  “Trust me, I remember.”

  She dug into the veggie omelet and hash browns he’d prepared. Apparently she’d had some deep in her freezer, huh who knew.

  Robert let her eat for a full five minutes before he broke the silence. “So how do you want to handle this?”

  “What options are on the table?”

  She surprised him by finally talking about this head-on, so he took a moment before he answered. “I see two options. The first is we make last night the very last time we have sex. And try to stay out of each other's way as much as possible.”

  Looking at him over her coffee mug she remained silent, but flashed two fingers at him.

  “Two...we can casually hook-up for the next couple of months until we exhaust this sexual attraction between us.”

  “How would that work exactly in your mind?” Mika asked, setting her cup down and leaning forward.

  “The normal way. Either of us calls the other when we have an itch. If the other person is free and interested we scratch that itch. No obligations, free to see and do whatever you want with others.”

  “Okay, I’m in.” She gave him a quick smile and went back to eating.

  He dropped his fork. “Let me get this straight. You have no problem with us having a casual here and there sexual relationship.”

  “Yes, we might as well.” Mika shrugged. “You were right, no use in pretending we’re not attracted to each other.”

  “So, what was all the attitude in Vegas?”

  “That was me waking up with a virtual stranger in my bed, along with a foggy memory. Right now I would have preferred option one, considering the Andrea and Cam connection. Unfortunately I don’t see that working, and I find you satisfactory in bed—”

  “Just satisfactory?” Robert interrupted with a grin.

  “I see no reason we can’t occasionally have sex and go about our business. Until the need dies off, like you said,” she went on, as if he hadn’t spoken. “I was also freaked out in Vegas because I couldn’t remember if we’d used a condom.”

  He became serious. “We did, both times. You were packing, had a couple at the ready in your purse. I’m clean by the way. I get tested every six months, and I always wrap it up.”

  “That’s good to know about the testing. I did remember everything by the time I got to the airport. But just so we’re super clear, you need to always use a condom with me. I’m one of the rare people who have serious side effects from birth control so I can’t take it.”

  “Noted. Trust, I don’t want kids. Hell, if the male contraceptive pill was more tested I would pop them like candy.”

  His comment surprised a genuine, full belly laugh out of her. He grinned back as they shared their first personal joke.

  Chapter Seven

  AROUND TWO MIKA WALKED past her co-worker Sheila, letting her know she was running an errand and would be back in an hour or so. The beginning of November had seen the weather go from chilly to outrigh
t cold. She was bundled up in a coat, gloves and a fashionable scarf, which should be enough to navigate the two or so blocks she was walking. To distract herself from the wind and cold, she thought back on the last two weeks. She had been caught by surprise when Robert called her the Monday after their hook-up. She still wasn’t sure why he’d called now that she thought about it.

  Her cell had rang minutes after she got off a conference call. When she saw it was Robert she did a double take but answered. Curious to see what he wanted.

  “Robert...what can I do for you.”

  “That’s a loaded question to ask any man.”

  “Is it really? But for real though, what’s up?”

  “Nothing, I thought I’d see how your Monday was going.”

  Mika didn’t really know how to take that, so said the first thing that came to her. “It’s a pretty standard Monday, as Monday’s go. What about you?”

  “The same. If by a standard Monday you mean really busy and hectic.”

  “If you’re so busy why are you calling me?” When silence met her statement she smiled. Got him! Luckily all the good sex he’d gave her, had her in an excellent mood. So she took pity on him and changed the subject. “So...where are my flowers?”

  “What?”

  Poor thing he actually sounded flabbergasted. “My flowers. Cam sent Andrea flowers after their first night together.”

  “I would think you’d know my name wasn’t Cam after last Saturday,” he said dismissively, sounding more like himself.

  “I’m very aware of that. Hence, why I have no flowers on my desk.”

  For a few seconds she heard nothing. Then she heard his amused chuckle come across the line. “I can see you’re back to your regular program of being a diva of the first order. I’ll talk to you later.”