by Rie Warren
“That was close, Sir Knight.” Her eyes glittered. Amused Leelee was so much better than scared Leelee.
“Where to, Milady?” I bent low to kiss her wrist where the pulse raced.
Breathy from more than our mad dash, her voice slid over me like a caress. “My room, kind sir. I need to get out of this get-up.” She lifted her foot and flicked the broken heel with a sigh. “These were my favorites.”
Her room? Danger. Leelee getting undressed with me present? Fucking perilous.
I helped her hop aboard the elevator, pressed her floor number, thought about pulling the High Seas Hotty poster off the wall. Anything to take my mind off Leelee and the way she’d watched me during the contest.
The door of her room came too quickly. I wasn’t prepared when she angled an inviting smile at me. “Comin’ in?”
Pushing my thigh between hers until we met on the threshold, I moved her with me into the room. The door shut behind us.
No going back.
Chapter Nine
All Fuckin’ Mine
I PULLED UP SHORT when I entered Leelee’s room. Holy shit. The place looked like a tornado had touched down inside and, after that, maybe a hurricane. Suitcases exploded with clothing. Every available surface was crammed with books, paper, pamphlets, paraphernalia. It was worse than the sort of destruction the kid could easily cook up in less than ten minutes.
Leelee was a slob. Either that or she had some kind of personality disorder where she needed to see all of her belongings at once. I thought about Stone’s, which was orderly and shipshape even if my employees were a bunch of boneheads.
I hesitated on the edge of the bomb site. “Uh, you need a minute to tidy up?”
From inside the depths of Hell, Leelee glanced around the room and shrugged her shoulders. Grabbing an armload from one bed, she tossed it onto the mountain of clothes and shoes on the spare one. Something slipped from her fingers, and I sauntered over to pick it up off the floor.
It was lacey. It was silky. It was some kind of shimmery green that matched the color of her eyes. Oh Christ. Panties. Holding the scrap between both hands, I inspected them while her back was turned. Tiny, with bows at the sides, and—fuckin’ A—there were two little heart cutouts that would probably sit over each hipbone.
“All set.” Leelee whirled around.
I was not a creeper-stalker-lurker-perv so I pushed the panties into her hands and rubbed the back of my neck. “Um, those were on the floor.”
“Thanks.” When I looked up, her cheeks wore the most fetching shade of pink. But she met my stare with a wink, placing the miniature piece of Heaven on the bed. “I’ve got several more just like those in different colors.”
I couldn’t think of a thing to say because all my brain cells had simultaneously skyrocketed through the roof of my head, and I wondered if my cock had ripped through my pants yet.
Leelee probably wouldn’t have noticed anyway, not with all the other shit she had going on in here. And her all set clean up had consisted of moving one pile to another pile, clearing off the quilt and pillows of the bed she apparently slept in. The fact that the mess didn’t bother her at all might be a deal breaker.
As if.
I’d sleep in a freakin’ pig sty if I had to, as long as I was with her.
Plucking a few items from the overspill of clothing, she glanced at me. “I’m just gonna go change. Sit tight, I won’t be a second.”
She headed for the bathroom, and I watched her ass all the way. I grabbed at my hair and took a minute to reconsider what I was doing. The moment fled as soon as I smelled a tantalizing whiff of her perfume. Leelee stripping down in the next room got me hot enough, but when I paced to the far end of the bed, the full-sized mirror on the closet door reflected a sliver of the bathroom. A sliver of her hourglass waist to the swell of her hips and a generous slice of backside.
Lush Leelee. She had the kind of pin-up body men salivated over. Curves big enough to fill my hands from her tits to her ass to her hips. All topped by that sweetheart face, the red rosebud lips, the dewy eyes. Not to mention the strawberry blond hair I’d never seen all the way down. Yet. That was gonna get remedied tonight.
I turned my back unless I got carried away and simply barged into the bathroom, bent her over the counter, and fucked her there and then. Facing the clutter and chaos of her room, I was tempted to tidy up a bit more, but I didn’t want to get caught pawing through her underthings like I’d been caught pawing at my cock. Heaps of silky, frilly panties and bras and—was that a goddamn corset?—teased me. I stuffed my hands into my pockets. Or I tried to. Damned leathers were too tight.
When the door squeaked open, I turned, and Leelee appeared.
She brushed a hand down her front. “I hope you don’t mind. It’s been a long day.”
Then she blushed, and that was so adorable I was one step away from jumping her bones. I couldn’t have replied even if all my motor skills hadn’t just taken a back seat to primal male urges. Leelee in the feminine dresses hinting at her sexy body, the heels that made me want to start at her ankles and head north, all of that did it for me. But this? My fingers itched to touch her, my breath turned ragged. All because of a pair of loose white sweats she’d cut off mid-calf, her fresh clean face, and the fact she was swinging free underneath an off-the shoulder LSU Tigers sweatshirt.
“Leelee.” My voice rasped, deep and husky. “Christ, stop blushing. You’re making it hard for me to think.”
Sexual tension arced through the air, drawing her gaze to mine.
Her fingers slipped against her lips, and Jesus goddamn Christ, her tongue slid out to wet them. “Josh, that kiss earlier? Did you mean what you said about you and Nicky?”
Hypnotized by her shiny lips, I chewed briefly on my own. “Yeah. It’s over. This is our last hurrah. It’s not what you think anyway. There’s so much I wanna tell you, but I can’t—”
Before I could finish, she was in front of me, fingertips pressed to my mouth. “Just kiss me. Kiss me again.” Her arms wound around my neck. Her fingers lacing into my hair, she pulled me down.
This time I wouldn’t be stopped by phone calls or fake maids or my false conscience. Barely half an inch remained between my mouth and her upturned lips, but I held it. The feel of her breath racing with mine, the sight of her eyelashes lowered, I didn’t want to forget this moment.
Trapping her in my arms, I forced her the last bit forward . . . and “Bohemian Rhapsody” went off.
Her lips slanted against mine, moist and ready. “Queen, Josh? Really?”
I pulled back with a muffled curse. “I have to take this. It’s the kid.”
Swinging away, I put the cell to my ear.
Ma started right in. “He had a bad dream, Joshy. Woke up sweatin’ and cryin’. I just couldn’t talk him down. He needs his daddy.”
My throat closed in until it was hard to breathe. I shut my eyes against the sting of tears. “Put ’im on.”
Sinking to the edge of Leelee’s bed, I motioned for her to sit beside me. I curled my hand over hers, grateful for her presence while I tried to keep it together for the kid. I’d never had anyone beside me before, not like this.
I heard the sleepy-slow pat-pat-pat of his bare feet on the old oak floors. I imagined JJ’s funny cowlick standing straight up as he sucked his index finger, wearing his favorite-for-the-month Hobbit pj’s . . . and the shiny vinyl blue Superman cape.
“Hi, Daddy.”
I swiped a hand beneath my eyes with his little tremulous voice in my ears. “Baby boy, it’s late.”
His hiccupping breaths hit the line, the kind that broke me in two. Leelee nestled against my shoulder. I tightened my hold on her as I listened.
“I had a wightware, Daddy. You didn’t come back from L’Ana . . .”
“I’m always coming home to you, kid. Always.” I swallowed down a salty wash of tears I didn’t let fall. “Nicky and I are gonna pick you and Viper up Sunday night from Jamma.”
“Well, I can’t wait that long. You wearin’ the cape?”
“Yeah, but I still can’t fwy to Momma.”
I tried to find the words to reassure him one more time she’d left me, not him. “I don’t want you to fwy to her, kid, okay? You stay with me. I’ll always take care of you.”
Reaching for a box of tissues, Leelee silently blew her nose, snuffling against me. Her lips were gentle, the touch almost nonexistent, across the ink on my chest.
“But I fwew off the divin’ board at Jamma’s pool today. No cape! I can fwy!”
Oh God. I need to get home faster. “That’s cool, JJ, but just remember, kids can’t actually fly, okay? And would you please stop wrestlin’ with Viper while you’re at it?”
“She wuvs me,” he whispered the same old refrain.
“I love you too, that’s why I prefer all your fingers attached to your body.”
“I don’ know what that means, Daddy. Sing to me.” His demand was one step away from a final meltdown for the night.
Leelee right next to me gave me second thoughts about fulfilling his usual bedtime request. I wasn’t a crooner, not like my dad. The kid just thought I had good lungs because he didn’t have anything but high-pitched Disney chicks to compare me to.
Aw, fuck it. You couldn’t tell a little kid to just hit the sack when he missed his dad and had nightmares about his mother leaving. When all he needed to get a decent night’s rest was a little musical ditty.
I knew the fastest way to send him to sleep. “Little Mermaid?”
“‘Kiss the Girl’, Daddy.”
I grinned, the kid had no idea. “Kiss da girl, huh?” I used my best Rastafarian crab accent.
Leelee curled into me, a smile on her mouth against my neck.
Oh man, I can get used to this.
I sang the tune all about Eric making a move on Ariel complete with the bullfrog chorus. He giggled a few times before the other end of the line grew silent, and I softened my voice.
Ma came on. “He’s out like a light.”
“Thanks, Ma. Talk to y’all tomorrow.” Turning off my phone, I shut my eyes, trying to get control of my emotions.
Leelee’s fingers brushed across my shoulder. “A wightware?”
I shifted, my mouth moving across her cheek to her ear. “Nightmare. Because his mom left and he’s scared I won’t . . .” I shook my head, tugging her onto my lap.
Leelee whispered soothingly to me, her hands smoothing up and down my back. Her touch was amplified against my bare torso, heating my skin, changing the mood between us as surely as any words could. She pulled back enough to drag one hand over my chest, down to the muscles of my abs.
When her fingers skated across clenching muscles, drifting through coarse hair, I let out a hoarse curse. She teasingly dropped her hands lower then drifted them higher again.
With both hands pressed against my chest, she flirted, “Just kiss the girl, huh?”
“Yes,” I growled, yanking her against me.
Her lips were perfect, so fucking soft. I attacked her. Spine-tingling, ball-bursting pleasure exploded inside of me when she met the ferocity of my kiss with a moan. Her tongue grazed my mouth and that was it. I pulled at her top lip then the bottom, tasting them one at a time and twisting my hand around her ponytail. My tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth like I intended to tongue-fuck her pussy, my other hand ran inside the back of her sweatshirt, grasping her to me.
Breathy whimpers spilled out of Leelee. Our heads angled for the kind of fit that made fireworks go off in my body. I broke away with a groan but didn’t go far. I pulled her ponytail until her neck arched.
“Oh, God, Josh.”
That’s right.
Her neck to her sexy bared shoulder was mine for the taking. I wielded the flat of my tongue along the sensitive skin of her throat, and she shivered in my arms. As soon as she moaned, I stayed right where I was, at the dip of her collarbone. Kissing, nibbling, sucking her sweet flesh until she started a hypnotic grind on my cock and my name escaped her mouth with every gasp.
My hands slid around to her tummy. My mouth moved slowly to her shoulder, leaving love bites along the way. Under the sweatshirt, I caressed from hip to hip, and upward until the backs of my fingers grazed the undersides of her breasts. I wanted to palm those heavy tits, and I wanted to gorge myself on the sight of my tanned hands against her ivory skin.
“Take it off,” I demanded.
Emerald colored eyes opened halfway. I ducked down to her mouth again, feverish for her lips. I scraped my teeth over her tongue and withdrew, commanding once again, “Take the top off, Leelee.”
She hit me with a smile that zeroed in on my cock crushed inside the leathers. With the hem of the sweatshirt clasped in both hands, she scooped it up. Over her belly, taut from her workouts but soft like a woman’s should be, up to the bottom of her breasts, revealing full feminine curves I was gonna have a field day on. When she finally tossed the sweatshirt aside, my breath stopped.
“Leelee.” Her name rasped from me, hunger in each note.
One second I was reclining against the headboard, the next I was face-to-face with the most gorgeous pair of tits I’d ever seen. They filled my palms, and just like I thought, my rough tanned skin against her pale softness was a major turn on.
I looked up at her. “These for me?” I squeezed until they bulged between my fingers and she gasped, nodding her head.
My palms scraped down her breasts, the workingman’s calluses turning her skin pink and filling her nipples with deep color. I circled both handfuls lightly, teasing Leelee. Her head dropped down to watch me, and when she licked her lips, I leaped up to wet them for her with my tongue. Her cry filled my mouth when I pinched both buds between my thumbs and forefingers. I pulled her breasts taut then let them drop, a deep laugh rumbling from me when they bounced on her chest.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous, babe.”
When I lay back, I moved Leelee with me, using the notch of her small waist to guide her over me. Bed pillows beneath my head and twin pillows of flesh dangling over my mouth. Fucking Heaven. I popped one pink cherry between my lips and suckled hard. Leelee opened her legs wider over my thighs and pressed into my hard-on with tight licks of her hips.
She rode me like a goddamn pro, moaning every time our hips rocked against each other. Pushing both breasts together, I lapped the circumference until they were slippery between my hands then feasted off both nipples at the same time. My lips smacked, my tongue swirled. My teeth nibbled, and every chance I got, I pulled up to kiss the hell out of her again. I grabbed her ass, shoved her onto my thrusting hips, working her up and down my cock. My face buried deep in her cleavage, I thumbed her nipples while she went wild above me.
Her orgasm was loud, long, and the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever experienced.
I was so hard my dick was a goddamn rod inside the leather pants.
I didn’t wait for Leelee to come down or calm down. One finger hooked in the low waist of her sweats, I tugged. “Let’s see that pretty pussy, babe.”
Her dazed eyes slowly opened. Her lips curved. Her breasts were swollen, wet, shiny. Leelee took over from me, slipping her fingers into the sweatpants. She lowered them from her hips, popped them over her ass and slid them down her thighs and off her feet.
Rising up, she kneeled between my legs. Her thighs were closed but I saw enough to know I wanted more. I wanted in. I wanted now. A fluff of downy red curls lay in a thin strip above a peek of pussy lips that curved inward, hiding all her hot secrets. I reached for her inner thighs to spread them wide, but she gripped my wrists.
“Uh uh. Not so fast, Stone.”
All that creamy skin called to me, and damn if her pussy didn’t glisten. I could’ve broken her hold and had her beneath me screaming for more if I wanted, but I relaxed back. “What do you want?”
“Stand up and show me what you got, stud.”
Risi
ng to my elbows, I plucked her lips between mine. I made one pass, then another, going back for more as I ran my hand between her thighs, seeking the promised land of her pussy.
Leelee withdrew. She growled. “Get ’em off.”
“Hair down first, babe.” I laid my hand on my cock and stroked it through the pants. “You wanna see this again, I want to see your hair down.” Fuck, I wanted to feel it, all over my skin.
Her arms raised but I was there first. “Allow me.”
I unrolled the elastic and her hair tumbled over my arms, along her back. It was soft as silk, just like her skin, and smelled like her perfume. I grabbed her to me. I crammed my hands into her hair, licking the shell of her ear.
Her moist breaths gusted against my cheek. “Josh!” Fingernails digging into my biceps, she struggled back. Pointing at my pants, she said, “Off. Now.”
I lifted my hips to do the honors and hesitated. “Are you sure?”
“You know I’m not a virgin.”
“You make me feel like one.” Heat filled all my extremities, extended my cock, made me flush. I had never felt like this—unsure, hopeful . . . completely goddamn desperate. I wanted her, beneath me, beside me, in my bed at home. I wanted Leelee for years to come. “I’m not wearing anything underneath,” I warned.
The throaty laugh of a temptress trickled over me. Her fingers traipsed across the rigid length of my shaft busting at the seams. “That’s been pretty evident all night, sug.”
She sat there on her knees before me like an angel. The haze of her red hair fell around her shoulders and over her gravity defying tits that were too plush to be anything but au naturel. Her legs pressed together as more filthy words fell from her mouth. “If you don’t take ’em off, I’m gonna make you come in your pants and that won’t be half as much fun as coming down my throat, will it?”
No, it wouldn’t.
The excruciating metallic grab of the zipper set my nuts on edge. Once undone, the placket held tight to my thickness. I scraped the leathers down my thighs and calves, kicking them off my feet. A drop of sweat rolled down my temple just as a drop of pre-come released from the head of my cock.