by Eden Bradley
Guilt narrowed Bobbi Jo’s throat. Here she was counting her woes, and she’d forgotten about the man upstairs who was suffering because of her. She’d have to try to make it up to him.
She caught Joy’s mischievous gaze as several delightful possibilities came to mind.
~ * ~
“What time is it?” Jack mumbled. Who had poured liquid sandpaper down his throat?
“Seven o’clock,” Joy replied. “Monday.”
He squinted at her. “Morning?”
She shook her head.
“What the hell did you give me to knock me out so long?” His eyes opened wide. “And why?”
She stood before him defiantly, her hands on her hips. “You could’ve seriously re-injured yourself, or you might’ve done something stupid like going after Mannix again. If you’d done either, you wouldn’t be racing Wednesday night.”
Jack scrunched to a sitting position and tried to ignore the pain shooting through his shoulder. “I suppose you’re right,” he conceded. “I wish the hell the Gearing brothers had been able to make it Saturday night. It’s not definite that they’ll even be there Wednesday. But I’d better race.”
Bobbi Jo leaned over and cupped his hand. “Your color is coming back. Are you hungry?”
He leered at her. “What are you offering?”
“For now, soup.” She cranked a sly grin at him. “Later, whatever you want. But you need to build your strength before we pick up where we left off.”
Hardly able to lift a muscle, he had to admit she was right. The doc at the emergency room had told him he’d have a delayed reaction to his injury and that he’d pay a price for racing on pure adrenalin.
He stared at Bobbi Jo’s cleavage peeking out from the gap in her robe. He’d sure as hell paid a price—two days without her. And their time together was running out. “Okay, nurses. At least help me feed myself. I trust the two of you have been finding ways to stay busy.”
Joy winked at him. “Plenty.” She reached over and parted Bobbi Jo’s robe. “In case you forgot, you have a delightful package waiting for you.” She ran her tongue across her lips. “I’m doing my best to keep her well-tuned for you.”
“I’m sure you are. I’d like to watch.”
“You won’t be awake long enough. You should be doing much better by morning.”
He yawned. “I’d better be, or you’ll both be fired.”
~ * ~
The next morning, Jack was awakened by giggles. He cracked an eyelid open. Had he gone to heaven? Two angels stood by his bedside, each dressed in a white garter belt and stockings and nothing else.
His heart tripped over itself, trying to get up to speed. His left arm still lay taped to his side. He used his right to reach out and touch the blonde. She was real, all right. He smiled to himself. She sure as hell looked like Bobbi Jo Martin.
“We thought,” Bobbi Jo said, smiling, “you might appreciate a wakeup treat.”
“Sounds great.” He arched an eyebrow. “What do you have in mind? I’m still somewhat limited.”
Bobbi Jo fluffed her sparse pussy hairs. “This little one has been lonesome from your absence. You spend all those days tuning her up and one splendid night fucking her and then poof—you disappear.”
“Not by choice, I can assure you.”
“Be that as it may. Joy and I have decided to take things into our own hands.” She yanked the sheet down to the foot of the bed. Given her glee, his hardening shaft must not have disappointed.
“Part of you is ready. The critical part.” She wrapped her small fingers around him and slid them across his length. He saw her eyes widen as his cock expanded. Would he ever tire of her attitude of amazement? It was always as if she was discovering him for the first time.
The bed shifted as both women climbed on. They moved directly to his cock. Four hands squeezed and teased him. Soon their tongues joined in. Bobbi Jo covered him with her mouth and Joy fondled the base of his cock and proceeded to caress his balls.
He licked his lips. This was better than most ways to greet a new day. Bobbi Jo settled into a steady pace, taking him deeper into her throat. He moaned when Joy’s finger crept into his ass, then he saw Joy working a finger into Bobbi Jo’s pussy. Joy seldom missed an opportunity.
They had him more than primed. Eruption was but moments away. It was gathering beyond the reach of Joy’s finger. It had one destination—Bobbi Jo’s throat.
His eyes bugged out and his body shook when Bobbi Jo released him and clamped her fingers around the base of his penis, smiling broadly. “Not that quickly,” she said. “I have to have you in my pussy. The little one is bereft. Remember? She’d be greatly disappointed if we overlooked her.”
“Well,” he groaned, “let’s not disappoint her, by all means. But do hurry.”
Joy wiggled her finger in his butt while Bobbi Jo moved to straddle his chest. He wanted to grab her and haul her up over his mouth so he could munch on her, but this was her early morning gift. He’d accept whatever she was willing to give.
Bobbi Jo gave him a shy smile. Was she a mind reader, too? “Why not?” she murmured. “Just a taste, though. My pussy can’t wait much longer.”
She scooted forward until his tongue separated her folds. “But that is so sweet.” She slid back down his chest, leaving a trail of wetness.
“The nectar of a goddess,” he said, not stretching the truth at all. She latched onto his pole and held him steady, then raised her body and placed him at her entrance.
Her expression melted his heart—and then he watched his childhood friend drop slowly onto his cock. Her tongue wet her upper lip. She slid farther down his length until she settled on his hips.
“You’ve got him where you want him,” Joy said, still not relinquishing her perch in his ass. Her breath warmed his balls. “Ride him to glory, girl. Ride him to glory.”
Joy’s words triggered Bobbi Jo into motion. She rose and fell slowly, but she wasn’t holding anything back. “This is so good,” she muttered. “Why did we wait so long?”
His eyebrows arched. Was she at all aware of what she’d said? If so, she gave no indication. It did seem like they’d waited a lifetime. But he was where he’d wanted to be since they were kids. Her pussy clenched him in a love knot. He gasped when she continued her movements. She was so tight.
Her gaze lowered to his. “I can feel you expanding inside me. What a miracle!” Her pace did not quicken. She remained intent on drawing him out slowly and deliberately.
Would pleasure cross over to pain? Not likely. He started to thrust his thighs upward. Joy pressed her upper torso across them, pinning them to the mattress. The women weren’t going to allow him to help at all.
Passion blazed in Bobbi Jo’s eyes. Her pussy heated. And he was coming. It was excruciating. It was overwhelming.
“It’s happening, isn’t it?” Bobbi Jo glowed without pausing. “I’m bringing you off in my pussy.”
He nodded as she rose and fell, and concentrated on emptying into her.
“God, I can feel you coming. Scalding,” she whimpered. Then she twisted from side to side. Her blonde hair covered her face. Her arms flailed above her head. She grabbed at her tits. “I’m there,” she shouted. “Just a little bit…”
Bobbi Jo collapsed to his chest.
Jack smiled into her hair and relished her soft breasts pillowing against him. He could feel Joy licking where he and Bobbi Jo were joined, as if giving her blessing. He guessed Bobbi Jo was beyond knowing. Or maybe she was feeling as blessed as he was.
~ * ~
Bobbi Jo peeled off one stocking, then the other. She might not be able to move the rest of the day, but then she doubted Jack would be up for much more, either. She glanced at him—he was already dozing.
Glancing toward the bathroom door opening, Bobbi Jo was surprised to see Joy coming out, fully dressed. Joy avoided looking at her.
“Where are you going? I thought we’d spend the rest of the day together.”
“I’ve got things to do.”
Bobbie Jo winced.
“I’m sorry,” Joy said, scowling, “I’ve never been very good with good-byes.”
“Goodbye? Whatever do you mean?” She felt a catch in her throat and stood up. “I don’t leave until Friday.”
“I know.” Joy folded her hands at her waist. “You and Jack need some time alone together. The two of you have things to work out that don’t involve me.”
“But…”
Joy pressed a finger across her lips. “Hush. Please. We’ve had a great time. But you have some decisions to make. Remember?”
Bobbi Jo moved her chin fractionally, not wanting to acknowledge the truth Joy had named. “But how can we, without you?”
“You must. I’ll be available to you or Jack, or to both of you, if you want. But I can’t make those decisions for you.” Joy held out her arms. “Come, give me a hug, girl. Don’t cry.”
“I need to cry,” she sobbed, stumbling into Joy’s embrace.
“Well all right, then do. I’ll miss you, Bobbi Jo. Listen to your heart. Your heart knows. Trust it.” Joy leaned back and smiled through her own tears. She grazed her lips. “Okay,” she said, breaking away and heading toward the door. “You know how to reach me if you need to. Bye.”
Still wearing only a garter belt, Bobbi Jo wobbled toward the chair and plopped in it.
“What was that all about?” Jack asked, gruffly.
“Oh, you don’t even want to know,” she wailed, covering her face and dashing toward the bathroom.
She bent over the sink, heaving and crying. Life had been so simple until she’d found Jack underneath his car. Now life was so twisted she didn’t know what she was doing or what she wanted. Why couldn’t she say that to him, instead of fleeing to the bathroom? Why couldn’t she pick up the phone and say the same thing to Nelson? He should be back from Europe by now, not that he’d broken a wrist trying to call her cell.
She soaped a washcloth and cleaned her face. She placed it between her legs and washed herself. Her loins still hummed a sweet tune. Why did Joy have to go and upset the equilibrium they’d so carefully constructed?
How could she confront Jack without Joy’s support? She peered at her reflection. What would she say if she did confront him? And about what?
She removed the garter belt and wrapped a towel around her midsection. Why had her shyness suddenly returned? She’d just blown the guy’s brains out with her tight pussy, and now she couldn’t face him unclothed? Go figure.
She stepped through the bathroom doorway and winced. Jack stood there in his robe. So maybe he wasn’t so comfortable at the moment with his own nakedness.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured. “Even wearing a towel.”
“Thanks,” she said, shyly. “Maybe I’d better get dressed.”
“Maybe you should.” Jack stepped around her to enter the bathroom.
His noncommittal response bothered her. Why wasn’t he more forthcoming? Maybe because she wasn’t.
She slipped into a sundress. She’d become accustomed to the freedom of not wearing underwear. The light blue dress fell halfway to her knees. That was good enough. And if that bothered Jack Day, then so be it. She’d had about enough of him and Joy and everyone else.
One of these days the world was going to have to accept her on her terms. She was getting damn tired of waiting to see what others wanted so she could satisfy their needs.
She drew herself up short. To change that pattern, wouldn’t she have to claim her own needs?
~ * ~
NINE
Jack fiddled one-handed with the carburetor. Why did he even bother? It was fine. It was him that wasn’t so good. Driving tomorrow night would probably be harder than it had been Saturday night. His adrenalin wouldn’t be pumping as fast. And the word around the garage area was that Mannix would be gunning for him. The bastard didn’t give a damn about winning. He just wanted to take Jack Day out.
And the Gearing brothers were supposed to drop by to see him. What perfect timing!
But even they weren’t his biggest concern. His biggest concern was a blonde waiting for him back at his house.
Bobbi Jo Martin had appeared like a mirage from nowhere, and now she was getting ready to disappear. He knew it in his gut. He doubted she’d wait for Friday morning. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was gone when he got home.
No. She was too loyal for that. She’d wait until after the Wednesday night races. She probably figured she owed him that much. He shook his head. She didn’t owe him a damn thing.
She hadn’t made him do a damn thing. He’d been eager to fulfill his fantasies by being her sex toy for a week or so. They’d been good together. Too damn good.
Why hadn’t Joy stayed around? At least she’d served as a bit of a buffer to his emotions. He grimaced and slammed the hood shut. Joy was too damn perceptive.
It didn’t matter. Bobbi Jo was getting married on Saturday. There was no need to embarrass himself further by telling her he loved her.
He wasn’t a fool. And he wasn’t a glutton for rejection, either.
Maybe they’d have a couple more good fucks and that would be that. He’d known the score before he fingered her to orgasm the very first time standing in his living room. Nelson—one hundred. Jack—zero.
~ * ~
After dinner, Jack had gone up to bed to rest. Bobbi Jo checked the clock. It was bedtime. It’d seem odd if she didn’t join him, and she really wanted to. She wasn’t certain what he wanted. He’d avoided anything that approached personal conversation throughout dinner. They’d talked about cars and racing. And they’d talked more about their childhood together, but neither one of them broached any topic that touched on the two of them now. Or why she was still there a few days before her wedding.
She shook her head and hugged herself. She didn’t want it to end this way. They’d laughed so hard during their recent time together, and he’d made her feel truly loved. She gasped. That was a word she avoided, even in her thoughts.
She stood and straightened her dress. She could hardly spend the night on his couch. Cautiously, she took the stairs to the second floor and headed for his bedroom.
~ * ~
“Thought maybe you weren’t going to join me tonight,” he said softly when Bobbi Jo entered his room.
“Why wouldn’t I?” She stood before him and pulled the sundress over her head, as if offering him her body was the most natural thing in the world to do.
He took in her perky breasts rising and falling slowly, her trimmed pussy, her blonde hair framing her inquisitive face and her full, kissable lips. He tried to burn that image into his mind.
He crooked his finger and motioned to her. She didn’t smile, but she crawled across the bed and nestled her back against his chest and her shapely ass against his groin. She was avoiding his eyes. That was okay with him. He wasn’t any more eager to burst their bubble than she apparently was.
“You smell so full,” he said, rubbing his nose against her tense shoulder muscles.
She giggled quietly. “I’m not sure how full smells.”
“Like a garden of roses.”
“Ah.”
Jack cupped her buttocks. She pressed back harder against him. He kissed her neck and shoulders and kneaded her rear.
“Exquisite,” she murmured. She rested the heel of her top foot against the knee of her bottom leg, giving him ample room for exploring.
“You’ve really learned to enjoy this, haven’t you?” He fondled her mound with his palm and caressed her anus with his thumb.
“Absolutely,” she purred.
He opened her moist channel with two fingers. She flexed back until they entered her. With two fingers in her pussy and his thumb sinking into her ass, he directed her like a symphony conductor.
Her soft groans encouraged him. He bit her shoulder. She yelped and pressed harder against his hand. “You can’t wait, can you?”
She shook her head.
“A little one, then.” He curled the fingers in her pussy until he could feel his thumb in her ass. He rubbed the three digits together as if he were starting a fire.
“Jesus,” she whimpered. “What are you doing to me?
“Making you come.”
“I am. I am,” she wailed, covering his hand as if she feared he might go away.
He didn’t give her time to recover before shoving his cock into her wet pussy.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “Don’t be gentle. Take me, Jack. Don’t let me go.”
He clawed at the bandages trapping his left arm. They gave way under his urgency. He rolled Bobbi Jo onto her stomach, and she moved into a tuck position.
“Yes!” she hollered. “Take me, Jack.”
He needed no more permission. His nails raked her back as he seated himself deep and then retreated partially, only to slam forward. She jerked on the bed.
“I’ve been such a naughty girl, Jack. Don’t you want to spank me? You said you would if I was naughty.”
Jack swallowed hard and lifted his good arm. He tapped her right butt cheek.
“Harder than that, Jack. And don’t forget to fuck me.”
He reared back, slapped her ass and rammed back into her pussy.
“That’s more like it.”
Watching her butt redden, he lost any semblance of control. He pummeled her until he exploded and his body collapsed around hers. They both lay there for minutes, gasping, struggling to collect themselves.
And then exhaustion reigned supreme. He rolled to his side and cuddled Bobbi Jo tight. Too bad he couldn’t trap her in his arms.
~ * ~
Wednesday night, Bobbi Jo sat in the grandstands alone, trying to keep track of the number nine car weaving in and out of traffic. Joy hadn’t shown. Bobbi Jo winced, not certain if she felt more alone or betrayed. At least Joy should’ve come to the races. Apparently, when she made a break it was a complete break.
Wistfully, Bobbi Jo closed her eyes. Why couldn’t she do the same thing?
For the twentieth time, she watched the silver and black car bear down on Jack. She knew it was Mannix. The track announcer had talked about the grudge between Mannix and Jack. Twice before, the silver and black car had smashed into the back of Jack, nearly spinning him around once. Jack had recovered and was again pressing for the lead.