by Cathryn Fox
“I’m in my sundress. The one I was wearing at the party.”
“You look hot in that. You look hot in all those sexy dresses you make.”
I chuckle, a nervous little sound that catches in my throat, but there is a part of me that is touched by the compliment. “Thank you,” I say for lack of anything else. “What are you wearing?” I ask, even though I already know. The vision of Jamie in his low-slung jeans and snug T-shirt is something fantasies are made of.
“Same as earlier,” he says. “But I wish I was naked with you right now. Are you wearing panties?”
“Yes.”
“Where are your hands?”
I lift my head slightly to gaze over my body. “Well, one is on the phone and the other is resting on my stomach.”
“Show me.”
I shake my head even though he can’t see me. “How am I supposed to do that?”
“Let’s Skype.”
“Jamie, you’re at the hospital,” I say, my voice full of reprimand, even though I find the idea perfectly delicious.
“I found a supply closet,” he says, his voice soft. Positively intimate. “I’m in it alone, and all I can think about is fucking you again. Since I can’t be there, I thought the best way to be close was like this.”
This is all terribly inappropriate, but when it comes to Jamie, I just can’t seem to help myself. I want to do all the dirty delightful things from the rough and tough guy who fucks like a god.
“You’re crazy, you know that,” I say and wrap my fingers tighter around my phone, lowering my voice to match his even though no one other than a snoring Scout is within earshot.
He gives a soft laugh, a dark, dangerous sound that triggers a needy reaction in me. Honest to God even though we’re miles apart, a volatile sexual tension—enough to light up the string of houses on the beach during a blackout—still hangs heavy between us. This kind of electricity doesn’t come along every day . . . or maybe never.
“That’s one of the nicer things I’ve been called,” he growls.
I roll my eyes. I don’t believe that, of course. He’s a dangerous guy with a sweet side, no matter what he says.
Careful, Kylee . . .
“I’ll text you my Skype name,” he says, and I hear a rustling noise. What is he up to now? “Hang on.”
I wait until the text comes in and then when his beautiful face materializes on my screen, his lusty green eyes a shade deeper, I shudder uncontrollably. My heart pounds faster, a fever burning through me.
“Can you put the phone somewhere so I can see all of you?”
I tug the coffee table closer and brace the phone up against the flowered centerpiece. Then I take my sweater off and toss it aside.
“How’s this?”
“Good.”
“I want to see all of you too,” I say, trying not to sound as needy and desperate as I feel. He places the phone on something and backs up until I can see his body. God, he is so good-looking, it’s utterly insane. Why hasn’t some woman snatched him up by now?
“Pull your dress up.”
I do as he says and pull it up to my waist. The air is cool against my flesh, but despite it my body grows hotter. I bite my lip, a tremble moving through me as I expose myself.
“Put your hands in your panties for me.”
“Oh, God,” I whisper, but since I’m too far gone into playing out a fantasy to turn back now, I slowly slide my hand down my stomach and dip inside my lacy white panties.
He blows his hair off his face and I can almost feel it fall over my damp skin. “Stroke yourself for me.”
I rub my clit, slide the pad of my finger over my swelling nub, and arch my back as delicious sensations rocket through me. I angle my head toward the phone when I hear the hiss of his zipper, and my heart speeds up. I can’t believe he’s going to get himself off in front of me, too. I watch, transfixed as he takes his gorgeous cock into his hands and strokes from base to crown. My throat tightens at the hot image. Seriously, though, that has to be the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. And to know he can’t wait another second to be with me, that he had to find a supply closet, well, that just does something to me on a whole new level. I’ve never felt so wanted before. Never felt my stomach clench with this kind of need before either. It’s scary how much I crave him. I’ve never needed another man’s touch the way I need his, and the thing that really scares me is that when this is over, I fear this bad boy is going to ruin me for any other man—yet here I am, bending to his desires and giving him anything he asks for.
Just don’t give your heart to a guy who doesn’t want it.
“Jamie,” I whisper and our eyes lock, the connection between us hitting like a damn sucker punch and driving all the air from my lungs. My God, this man . . .
He braces one hand on the wall, and continues to rub himself. “I need to see your breasts,” he murmurs. I sit up and peel my dress over my head. I brush my thumbs over my nipples through the lace, just to tease him a bit, then unhook my bra.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he says, his hand clutching his cock tighter and working the long length of it faster. It’s seriously the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “Wet your finger and rub those pretty pink nipples for me.”
I put my finger into my mouth and suck on it for a bit. Jamie’s tortured growl curls though me and triggers a deep craving inside me. A desperate sort of ache takes hold. I watch his hand stroke, see the hunger in his eyes. I slide my hands to my breasts and cup them. I swipe my wet finger over my hard nipple and close my eyes against the sensory overload.
“Tell me how they feel.”
“So good, Jamie,” I murmur. “But missing you.”
“My mouth is watering for a taste,” he says. “Pinch them.”
I pinch my nipples and my skin grows tight, little goose bumps breaking out on my flesh. Sensations blaze through me and I moan, the needy spot between my legs growing slicker. A low growl of longing sounds deep in his throat and pleasure forks through me.
“When I get back I’m going to slide my cock between your pretty tits, Kylee. I’m going to fuck your beautiful breasts and fill your mouth with my cum.”
I gasp, his dirty teasing words sending heat straight to my sex.
“Sit up and face the phone,” he commands softly. I swing my legs over the side of the sofa, the position affording him a better view of my naked body, and continue to stroke my nipples. Jamie grins at me.
“Fun, huh?”
“Yeah,” I say. Even though we are having fun, oddly enough this feels far more intimate than anything we’ve done before—and we’re not even in the same room. There’s a new closeness between us, one that I can’t explain, yet I can feel it in every fiber of my being—and that’s not good. Not good at all.
Pushing those worrisome thoughts to the recess of my brain, I say, “I just wish it was your hands on my body.” His breathing changes, becomes heavier, and when it occurs to me how hot I’m making him I continue with, “My nipples ache for you, Jamie. They’re so hard, all I can think about is you putting them in your mouth and sucking.”
“Fuck,” he grumbles, a new impatience thrumming through him. “Spread your legs, show me your pussy,” his voice deepening to a growl.
I slowly spread my legs open, giving him an up-close view of my sex. “Touch yourself.”
I slide my hand between my legs and stroke my clit, slowly circling my finger around it. As I stroke myself I stare at his hand and the hard way he’s fisting his cock.
“Tell me about your pussy, Kylee. Are you wet?”
I rub my finger along my clit and then dip inside. I make a mewling sound and he grunts harder. I love watching his hand work his cock. Cum pools on the crown and I can almost taste the tang.
It’s making me insanely wet. “I’m wet and hot for you.”
“Close your eyes for a second. Pretend it’s my tongue on you.”
I do as he asks, and moan as my orgasm approaches. “I want
that, Jamie. I want your tongue on me.”
“You hurting for me, baby? You need my hard cock inside you?”
“I do,” I manage to say as I push a finger inside my drenched sex, then brush it over my engorged clit.
“Wet your lips for me.” I run my tongue over my lips and he says, “Wet them with your juices.” He pulls on his cock and seeing him this aroused—for me—rattles me to my very core. “When I get back I want to taste you on your mouth.” As pleasure sharpens and deepens between my legs, I pull my finger out from my sex and slide it over my mouth. “Fuck that’s sexy. I’m going to put my cock in that sweet mouth of yours and fuck it. You’re going to take me into your throat, Kylee, so fucking deep you’re going to choke a bit. You want that? You want to choke on my cock?”
I whimper and nod, my hair tangling beneath me, but I don’t care. No, all I care about is the heat in my body and the filthy things this man is saying to me as he strokes his cock, hard.
“Good, now open your legs wider, and put your finger inside you.”
I spread my legs as far as they will go, and push two fingers inside. My muscles swell around my probing fingers and my entire body breaks out in a hot flush. I close my eyes, pretend it’s Jamie’s cock, but I moan in distress, wanting the real thing.
“Fuck your fingers for me,” he orders his voice rough.
I do as he asks, lift my hips as I slide my fingers into my sex and use my palm against my clit. For a long while he says nothing as we both moan and lose ourselves in our bodies like we’re in a trance of sorts.
He finally breaks the quiet and asks, “Feel good?”
“Yes, but I need more,” I respond, hungry for his hard cock, to be filled the way only he can fill me. “I need you.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight, you’re not going to be able to walk for a week,” he says, the tendons on his neck so tight they look like they might snap. “I promise you that.”
“Walking is overrated,” I say and continue to plunge two fingers inside me. I rock my hips, pleasure intensifying between my legs.
He chuckles, but the sound is strained. “Keep touching yourself. I want us to come together.”
I hiss as I work my fingers over my inflamed clit, a steady pulse of pleasure taunting me. I press down harder, rubbing with a maddening pace as I chase an orgasm.
“Fuck yeah,” he says. “My dick is so hard for you. I can’t wait to get inside you.”
I can’t believe we’re actually doing this while he’s in a supply closet at the hospital. It’s dirty, naughty, and downright sexy. I love every second of it. I grind against my palm and his arm flexes as he strokes his cock.
“That’s it. Rub yourself harder,” he says and I swear to God I could come from his deep voice alone. “Work that sweet pussy for me.” I squeeze my sex muscles, and the pleasure deepens. “Tell me how much you want my cock in you.”
“Jamie,” I cry out. “It’s all I can think about.”
“I’m going to fuck you everywhere, Kylee. Your mouth, your tits, even your sweet ass. I’m going to fucking ruin you, and you’re going to let me.”
His filthy words excite me. “Yes,” I say, the thoughts of him taking me all those ways stealing my breath as I fixate on his hard cock. “I need that too.”
He grunts. “I’m going to make you so hot, you’re going to beg me to take you.”
My mind spins, my body edgy, out of control, burning hotter than it ever has before. I whimper and writhe on the sofa, every muscle in my body tightening. “Jamie, I’m going to come.”
“Me too.” He grunts and it’s followed by a loud moan.
“Show me,” I say, completely exhilarated by what we’re doing. My muscles clench hard, and I cry out as an orgasm rips through me. Jamie lifts his shirt and when he spurts cum all over his stomach, a second orgasm rolls through me.
Oh, my God, that is hot.
I sink back onto the sofa and struggle to breathe. Jamie’s face comes into focus as he steps closer to his phone. His grin is dirty, mischievous, as he takes shallow breaths with me. We both go quiet for a long time, just looking at each other. I take in the sheen on his forehead, the dampness in his hair. My gaze goes to his beautiful mouth, and he wets his bottom lip. My body ignites again. He looks away for a second, his body stilling.
“Shit, I have to sign off. Someone’s coming.”
Reality comes crashing back and I see him reach for something from the shelf. He quickly wipes himself clean, then does his pants back up. I shiver to think that any staff member could have walked in on him. How very risky of us, and so out of character for me. This man has flipped a switch on me, turning me from the good, obedient daughter to the naughty girlfriend willing to try anything once. Girlfriend? No, more like girl he’s simply having a summer fling with.
As though reading my thoughts, he gives me a dirty, devilish grin that holds so much promise. “I’ll see you soon, Kylee.”
“Yeah, you will,” I say, and lay boneless on the sofa, counting the minutes until he knocks on the door and fulfills all the promises he’s made to me.
I shouldn’t want him this badly. I know it. But God help me, I’m going to let that man ruin me in far too many ways.
Chapter Nine: Jamie
It’s two in the morning by the time I make it back to the beach. I open the door and reset the alarm. I take a few steps inside, and Scout’s tail thumps on her bed when she hears me coming.
“Go back to sleep girl,” I whisper and tug off my T-shirt, exhausted and ready to climb into bed—with Kylee. Jesus fuck the thoughts of that shouldn’t make me this goddamn happy. I’m about to head to the bedroom when I find the girl who’s been plaguing my thoughts, even in sleep, crashed out on the sofa—likely waiting for me.
My heart misses a beat as I think about that, think about coming home to her after a hard day at work. I take her in, savor the moment, the quiet surrounding us as we lock the world out and us in.
Her hair is a tousled mess, and her body is curled up tight for warmth, an old throw blanket draped over her. She’s never looked prettier. Her clothes are in a heap on the floor and my dick thickens when I see her phone still propped against the centerpiece on the coffee table. What we did was risky, inappropriate, but fuck, man, when it comes to her I can’t seem to help myself. As much as I want to follow through with all the filthy things I swore I’d to do to her, with her—yeah, I want to take her hard and put my cock down her throat—she looks too sweet and too tired for me to wake her and ravage her the way I’d promised. I don’t think that’s what she needs from me right now, anyway, and it’s not just a woman’s prerogative to change her mind, right?
I gently pick her up and she stirs in my arms. “Shhh, go back to sleep,” I whisper but her eyes go wide, startled, at the sound of my voice. Why the hell is she so spooked? “It’s me,” I say quickly to put her at ease, and her arms snake around my neck. “I’ve got you.”
“Jamie,” she says quietly, and I fucking love the sleepy sexy sound of my name on her tongue. “How is Summer?”
“She’s resting now. She did great, and I am the proud uncle of a seven-pound baby boy named Devon Sean Owens.”
“Another boy,” she says and laughs softly, the sweet melodic sound seeping under my skin and stirring up my insides like a summer rainstorm over the ocean. “Poor Gram.”
I laugh with her. “Gram is excited, but damn, she’s going to be ragging on the rest of us to hurry up and give her a great-granddaughter.” I readjust her in my arms and head for the hall. She goes quiet, almost too quiet as she rests her head against my bare chest, her breath hot on my skin. I stifle a yawn, but there is nothing I can do to ward off a shiver when she puts her finger on my chest and idly traces an old scar.
“Do you want kids, Jamie? Ever think about settling down?” she asks quietly, her mellow mood matching mine. I carry her down the hall to her bedroom and pull the sheets back on the bed. She shrugs from the sofa blanket wrapped around her
slim shoulders as I set her down. My muscles bunch, and my cock tightens at her nakedness, her complete openness and lack of inhibition with me.
“I never really gave it much thought. I guess I don’t really see myself as the father type, and as far as marriage is concerned, I’m not the kind of guy a girl brings home to Daddy.” Her brow furrows like she’s in deep thought and when she doesn’t disagree—fuck knows I’m not the kind of guy she could ever take home, for more reasons than she knows—I drop to my knees in front of her. She widens her legs to invite me closer, like it’s a position we’ve practiced a million times. The welcoming movement, combined with the way she’s so comfortable in her skin around me, evokes a myriad of sinful thoughts. Truthfully, we haven’t known each other long, but I have an ease with her that I’ve never had with anyone before—not even my ex. Her mouth forms a question and since I don’t want her to delve into why I’m not the kind of guy her daddy would like, I ask, “How come you don’t want kids? You said they weren’t in your future.”
Her lips compress and sadness moves into her eyes. I lean in to place a soft kiss on her mouth, tease her lips back open. I taste her sweetness and savor the flavor on my tongue, wanting to draw on it later when this summer affair is over.
“I’m a lawyer, and I’ll be working eighteen-hour days,” she explains, her voice tight.
“So it’s not really that you don’t want them. It’s more like you’re not going to have them because of your work commitments, right?”
“Yeah, I guess. I just . . . my parents are both lawyers, well, my mom was before she died.”
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly.
“Thank you. She’s been gone a few years now, and I miss her like crazy, but when she was here, like Dad, she was pretty much absent my whole life. I don’t ever want to bring a kid into the world and not be there for them, you know.”
I stop breathing for a second, understanding she’s telling me something very personal, something very close to her heart. “I can understand that,” I say.
I move to her breasts and give a long slow lick over one nipple, then the other, needing her to relax again. I don’t like seeing that wounded look in her eyes. Her purr resonates through my body and strokes my cock. It thickens another inch and presses hard against my zipper. I go back on my heels and unzip my pants to release the pressure.