“Not since she bailed. She got in touch after she started seeing me on TV, but it wasn’t any kind of genuine interest in reuniting, just a money thing. Mom’s always been high maintenance, liked the finer things in life and having people admire her.” Like Lola, in her fancy clothes and using her pretty face and sexy body to get what she wanted. His mother had the same beauty and tactics. “She traded up after she left my dad.”
Her face flooded with sympathy he didn’t want. A lot of people had it worse than he did, and his life was just fine, thanks. But her gaze had gone soft with compassion. “That’s really sad.”
“It is what it is.” He pushed to his feet, grabbing their empty plates. “Enjoy the rest of your wine while I clean up.”
Conversation over. Probably not the best way to get laid again, running away from the woman he wanted to shag, but he wasn’t a fan of digging into the past. It was, by definition, over. He didn’t dwell on it. It wasn’t that he had a problem talking to Lola about himself. If she wanted to know something, it was fine. But they didn’t need to bring up his parents. His parents weren’t him and he wasn’t them. He tried not to think about his mom very often, and that had proven impossible with Lola around for comparison.
He took the dishes to the kitchen, washed them, stored the leftovers and wiped down the counters so the crumbs wouldn’t attract any of the insects and other pests that lived in the woods. He’d learned that lesson the hard way the first time he’d come here without his dad.
Lola’s glass clinked against the counter as she set it down. “Listen, Jesse… I didn’t mean to press on a sore point. I was just curious and I wanted…” She sighed. “It doesn’t matter what I wanted. I’m sorry.”
She’d put her clothes back on. Her shirt was haphazardly buttoned, but she was dressed. Damn it.
“I prefer to focus on the here and now.” He blew out a breath, turning to settle back against the sink. “I can change the now. Can’t do anything about the past.”
Her brows furrowed and she shook her head. “The past defines us and makes us who we are.”
“I try not to let it define me. I like to think I can always change, and I’m not stuck with whatever the past dished out to me.” He ran a finger along the neckline of her shirt, down to where it met the curve of her cleavage. Her breath caught, her nipples jutting against the fabric. He grinned. “Besides, the here and now seems pretty good to me.”
She licked her lower lip, leaning into his touch. “I can’t argue with you there.”
“Well, then.” He bent forward and kissed her collarbone, savoring her female scent and the heat that began to pour through his body. “Since we agree on that, what would you like to do with our now?”
A chuckle bubbled out of her. “It’s not very sexy, but…I’d really like to use a bathroom. And then have you give me a tour of the bedroom.”
He snorted, nipping her earlobe with his teeth before he stepped back. “That can be arranged. Bathroom is the first door off the hallway, bedroom’s at the end of the hall. I’ll get your bag and meet you on the mattress.”
That made her laugh that smoky laugh of hers. She rose on tiptoe and popped a kiss on his mouth. “Thanks, sugar.”
Sugar. That was the second time she’d called him that. He wasn’t accustomed to pet names from women, and he’d never have figured Lola as the kind to use them. It was odd, but not bad.
He wandered into the living room and scooped up her duffel and his discarded clothes, locking the front door—something they’d overlooked when fucking against the wall. At least they’d made it inside. Then again, the nearest neighbors were a couple of miles away, so they weren’t likely to be caught. There was a fun possibility to consider.
He could hear the water running in the sink was as he walked by the bathroom door. Dropping her bag with his on the floor by the bed, he tossed his clothes into the hamper.
“Wow, you packed heavier than I did.” Lola came into the room, finger-combing her long hair. She nodded to the two bags he had compared to her one.
He chuckled, pointing to the larger of the satchels. “That one’s not clothes. Take a look.”
Eyebrows arching, she lifted the duffel onto the end of the bed and unzipped it, her brown eyes going wide. “Well, hot damn.”
The bag was full of an assortment of naughty toys and other sexual goodies. He watched her rifle through the contents, and couldn’t keep a wicked smile off his face as her cheeks went rosy pink. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her blush before.
She pulled out a set of handcuffs and a feather tickler. Her chin jutted pugnaciously. “Do I get to use some of this on you, too?”
The question surprised and pleased him. He laughed. “Sure. Whatever turns you on.”
The cuffs jingled musically in her fingers as her gaze dropped to them, and she bit her lower lip. “Huh.”
“What?” He sat down on the bed, pulling one leg up onto the mattress.
A little half smile twisted her mouth. “I’ve never had a guy focus on what turns me on. Don’t get me wrong, I had fun and so did they, but I’ve always known part of what got them off was having someone who looked like me in their bed. I was a conquest for them.”
Her candor was refreshing. He liked that she didn’t dance around the topic, which was one thing that made her nothing like his mom. “Sounds like a bunch of assholes.”
“In the end, yeah. They did leave me wanting, in more ways than one.” She tilted her head, her eyes crinkling. “I like to tell my sister that guys want to own me or bone me. Or both.”
“Assholes,” he repeated. Though didn’t he fit neatly into one of those categories? He fought a wince. At least he didn’t fall into both. He’d never wanted to own a woman in his life. Most of the time, he was fine with seeing them go after a bit of fun. He did feel the need to justify himself a little, which almost never happened. “You’re not a conquest to me. I like the way you look, but if there wasn’t a whole lot of chemistry between us, it wouldn’t matter if you were the most gorgeous woman alive.”
Though she just might be. He’d never seen a woman more beautiful than her. But he hadn’t lied. He wouldn’t be diving into bed with a coworker just because she was pretty. It was because the sparks were too hot to resist. Which still didn’t make it a smart move, but it would be over and done in a couple days.
He nodded toward the toys in her hands. “What do you want to play with first?”
The grin that bloomed on her face made him smile, and the way she began pulling out sex toys to consider them just got him hot. His cock stiffened as he watched her, and he leaned back against the headboard to enjoy the show. The cool bars of the old brass bed bit into his shoulders but he ignored the discomfort. Sliding his hand down his belly, he let his fingers stroke over the length of his dick while she fondled a long dildo. When she glanced up at him, saw how he touched himself, she drew in a quick breath. Her hand clenched around the dildo. “Oh my.”
He grinned, rolling his thumb over the head of his cock. “See something you like?”
Her gaze darkened as it locked on what he was doing. “Y’all know how to make an impression, sugar.”
“Your accent gets thicker when you’re turned-on.” His heart hammered in his ears, his breathing picking up speed. “Take your clothes off.”
Yes, he wanted her naked again. Preferably for every single minute of this weekend. He saw no reason for them to leave the bed. Who needed food anyway? Sex was much more important. Especially sex with Lola.
She slipped the first few buttons free on her top, then tugged it over her head and tossed it on top of her bag. Her shoes and skirt came next, and then her underwear. He groaned as her breasts were freed and he saw how taut her nipples were. Just right for sucking. She wriggled her hips a little as she pushed down her panties, and he licked his lips as her creamy cunt came into view. “Come here.”
“Not yet.” Her voice was a breathless rush. “Don’t stop playing with yourself. I want to wa
tch. I want to play with you too.”
He palmed his dick for her, stroking the length of it. “Is this what you want?”
Now it was her turn to lick her lips, and she nodded. She picked up the feather tickler and slid the end of it up the inside of his thigh. His muscles clenched at the sensation, anticipating where she was going to touch him with the toy.
“So many fun places I could start.” The grin that lit her face was as mischievous as it was naughty. “Hm. Maybe I should see what it feels like.”
Pulling the toy away, she ran the tip of it from her ankle to her calf and up her thigh. She shivered, her nipples beading to hard points.
Jesus. He had to take his hand off his cock or he was going to come before he got inside her. And he wanted inside her, wanted that tight sheath squeezing around his dick.
“Now you,” she said. Dancing the feather up his leg again, she bypassed his cock to circle his navel, then drifted upward to tease his nipples. The discs tightened and he choked on a breath.
“Nice.” Humming, she leaned forward to flick her tongue across one flat nipple, grazing it with her teeth.
“Yes, lick me. Anywhere you want.” He knew exactly where he wanted that talented mouth of hers.
Chuckling, she straightened and ran the feather up to caress his throat and jaw, then tickled the end of his nose. He snorted and turned his face away. “Brat.”
“Maybe a little.” She zoomed the feather down his body and slid it straight up his shaft. The sensation was tickling and pleasurable and fucking intense. He shuddered, forcing himself to relax and not to pounce on her. She wanted to play, so he let her, but he wasn’t sure his cock had ever been this hard before in his life. Stroking over the head of his dick, she grinned when his cock jerked toward the touch of the toy. The feather soon grew damp as beads of precum trailed from the head of his cock. He closed his eyes, not sure how much more he could take.
His entire body jolted when he felt her tongue slide around the crest of his cock. Then she took him deep into her mouth. His hips arched off the bed, and his fingers tangled in her hair. “Lola!”
A hum quivered along his shaft and he hissed out a breath, heat punching through him. The sight of her sucking his cock was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. She worked him with her mouth and hand, pumping his dick until groans ripped from his throat. She just sucked him harder.
His lungs bellowed, and he fisted his hands in the sheets. The sensual torment just might kill him. “Fuck. Me.”
“Good idea.” She pulled back, tossed the feather tickler aside and straddled his lap. “Condom.”
“Top drawer.” He jerked his chin toward the nightstand.
She purred, “How convenient.”
It took her under a minute to slide the rubber over his erection. Thank God. He seized her hips, jerking her into place over his dick. “Ride my cock.”
She sank down on him in one swift motion, and they both moaned. He set his hands at her waist, pulling her tight to the base of his shaft while he shoved upward. The rhythm she set for them was fast and wild, and she rolled her hips to increase the friction. Her breathing came in little gasps that only turned him on more. He buried his dick inside her, and she was slick and taut around him. So good. So fucking good. Reaching between them, he pressed his fingertip directly on her clit and she cried out. The way her pussy spasmed around his shaft made lava flow through his veins. Her movements grew more frantic, and he knew she was close.
He watched her eyes lose focus as she concentrated on coming. He gritted his teeth to fight his own orgasm as her hot, wet cunt contracted on his cock. Her sexy little whimpers almost killed him as her climax went on. His fingers dug into her hips and he struggled for control, but he didn’t want it to end that fast. He wanted more from her tonight. A lot more.
She pressed her palms to his chest, her torso bowing forward a bit as she gasped for breath. A little smile teased at the corners of her lips, and he liked the satiated expression on her face. She dragged in a breath that pressed her breasts to his chest, and his cock gave a jerk that reminded him only one of them had gotten to come. Sighing, she pushed her rumpled hair out of her face. “That was fun.”
Propping himself on his elbows, he caught her mouth in a kiss. She made a soft sound and leaned into him, meeting his tongue with hers. The intensity built, sharpening to a cutting edge that had him hanging on to his self-restraint by a mere thread. It didn’t help at all when her hips began to make subtle little grinding motions that had beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.
He dropped back to the mattress, gripping her waist to hold her still. “Want me to use the handcuffs on you?”
“I’ve never tried that kind of thing before, but… Yeah, why not?” She nodded for emphasis and he laughed. Damn, she was amazing. He liked a woman who was willing to experiment and play with sex a little. She climbed off him and went to get the handcuffs.
Pulling her onto the bed, he snapped one cuff around her wrist, pulling her arm over her head to thread the short chain on the handcuffs around one of the brass bars on the headboard, then he shackled her other wrist. “Let me know if you don’t like this and want me to take them off.”
“Okay.” She tested their hold on her, the muscles in her arms flexing, and a tiny squeak of metal on metal sounded through the room.
“Mmm, nice.” He kissed the inside of her elbow, her shoulder, the side of her neck, where he bit down lightly, and she shivered for him. “You look good all tied up, waiting for me to fuck you.”
That made her moan, and she arched into him as much as the restraints would let her. He moved down her body, the glide of her soft skin making his skull feel as if it might explode. His cock throbbed like an incessant toothache and he knew if he thrust inside her now, he wouldn’t last a minute. Wedging his shoulders between her thighs, he blew a cool stream of air over her damp sex. He curled his tongue around her clit and her body bowed upward on the mattress.
The wild sounds she made while he slid his fingers inside her made him smile again her cunt. She didn’t hold back, and he liked that a whole lot. He lapped up her sweet cream, taking her with his mouth. It wasn’t long before her moans turned into a thin cry of satisfaction.
“I’m coming, Jesse. Oh my God. I’m coming again.” Her sex clenched around his thrusting tongue, and that was all the permission he needed to take his own surcease.
He lunged upward, plunging his dick into her cunt. She sobbed, twining her legs around him. He fucked her hard and fast, too far gone to care if he was rough with her. But she moved with him, her heels digging into his ass to urge him on. He powered into her, their skin smacking together, the old bed creaking beneath them. Fire licked at his flesh, the need to come driving him onward. He ground his pelvis down on her clit, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer and he wanted to take her with him.
“Jesse!” The cuffs rattled as she struggled against them. Her hips snapped upward to meet his thrusts.
He loved his name on her lips. Her pussy spasmed around his dick and he felt orgasm thrumming through her body. Her legs clenched around his waist, forcing him still deeper, and he erupted inside of her, come pumping out of his cock in hot jets. A rush of sensation and need gripped his gut, dragging everything out of him until there was nothing left. But he couldn’t help the smile that curved his lips.
Definitely worth the last couple of months of buildup. Hell, yes. This weekend was the best idea he’d ever had.
Chapter Three
Lola’s body ached pleasantly, the way it could only after several rounds of energetic sex. She couldn’t help but grin as she grabbed a wrench and went to work under the hood of Jesse’s car. He’d still been passed out in bed when she woke up, wired and unable to fall back asleep. So she was doing something productive with her Saturday morning. Every now and then, she liked to get her hands dirty.
She just felt good today. A nice buzz tingled along her nerves, and she was definitely riding the high from the n
ight before. When Jesse woke up, she’d ride him too, and keep the buzz going. It was the best plan she’d had in a long time.
The small car repair wouldn’t take her much longer. Her uncle would be proud she hadn’t forgotten everything he’d taught her.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jesse’s voice was an incredulous, angry growl right behind her.
Lola jolted but managed not to hit her head on the underside of the raised hood. Oh, shit. Caught red-handed. Or greasy-handed. She winced, her high fading a little. Nothing to do but bravado her way out of this one. She pasted a smile on her face, grabbed a rag to wipe her fingers off and straightened to face him. “Fixing your timing belt. I could hear your Spyder whining all the way down the road when you left the garage.”
A muscle in his jaw ticked. “I was going to take care of that. Myself.”
“But you were distracted by getting ready for the weekend with me, I know. Lasagna, sex toys.” She widened her grin. “Now you don’t have to worry about the car.”
His eyes narrowed to slits. “Unless you did something that completely destroyed my priceless classic car.”
Now, that was going a little far. Her brows contracted. “It’s a phenomenal car, but it’s hardly priceless.”
“It is if my father and I restored it from a bucket of rust together. Right before he died.”
Oh. Shit. Her smile fell away and her belly knotted. “I’m sorry, Jesse. I swear I didn’t mess up your Spyder at all. You can check.”
Grunting, he came forward to do just that, brushing against her as he moved. He got his hands in the engine, inspecting the belt and tensioner.
She hovered, worried now that she had somehow made a mistake. She started babbling even though she knew now was probably a good time to shut the hell up. “Look, I didn’t know you could cook, right? Is it really so impossible that I might know something about cars? I was interested in producing Revved Up for a reason. I could have gone after another show if I wanted to, but I asked for this one. I know my way around cars, I really do.”
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