Bad Boy, Back in Town

by Summer Jordan

  She gasped. His black low-cut briefs did little to hide his hard-on. It was hard to imagine this was actually happening. She’d dreamed about this for years.

  He grinned. “Want to peek?” On all fours, his smile lighting up the room, he crawled on the bed next to her. “Touch me.”

  She did so tentatively, her heart pounding, blood racing. His cock was straining against the fabric of his shorts and she grew wet. Hands trembling, pulse racing, she embraced it with her fingers. “Don’t be afraid,” Rob urged. “Take it out. It’s what you’ve always wanted and now it’s yours. Do with it what you please, Kitten.

  “What’s your fondest wish? Stroking my penis? Tasting it? Taking it inside your sweet pussy?”

  With each word he spoke, her fervour built. Her body ached for him—nipples pebbling, pussy creaming, mouth watering. “I want it all, Rob.”

  “Then let’s get these clothes off.” He pulled her tank top over her head with one motion and slung it across the room. Unfastening her strapless bra, he dropped it over the side of the bed and sank down beside her to take a breast in his mouth. He sucked hard on her nipple and the feeling was so powerfully overwhelming, she cried out. He grasped the other between his thumb and forefinger and rubbed it until she dug her fingers into his bare back. Kitt felt as if she might pass out. Never had she been so carried away. She tore at the fastener on her shorts.

  “Here. Let me.” Rob practically ripped them off. His breath came hard and fast and his hot penis pushed against her leg, its wet tip making its mark on her skin. He hooked a finger in the slip of lace she wore between her legs and yanked and it gave away. Dropping his face in the spot where it’d been, he licked her cunt. He slathered the tender skin around her pussy with his strong tongue. He nibbled her labia. Delved inside with hungry licks then fastened his teeth gently around her clit. Raking them up and down the hard nubbin while massaging both her breasts with his big hands, he looked up into her eyes and Kitt felt the pressure building inside her until she knew she was going over the top.

  About to explode with the dizzying height Rob had taken her to, she couldn’t delay the climactic moment even if she’d wanted to. Like taking the giant fall down the other side of the topmost dip on a rollercoaster, she orgasmed in an explosion that found her crying out. “Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Oh my God, Rob.”

  He held onto her clit with his teeth until she came and he suckled it with his tongue. Kitt lay convulsing and rolling her head side to side. Never in her wildest dreams would she have believed anything could feel so good.

  “Now,” he said, kneeling over her and smiling. “How about the real thing?”

  Kitt smiled weakly. “I may die,” she whispered.

  But he was already donning a condom and ready to go. “Glad you liked that, sweetheart. Now, let’s see what you think about this.”

  He parted her labia with the head of his cock and she smiled up at him. She’d been right. If she had sex with Rob Harrison, she’d never want to leave him. He hadn’t even fucked her yet and she already wanted him for her own.

  “I may not last long. You got me all turned on,” he murmured as he slid inside her. “God, Kitt.” He closed his eyes and drew in his breath. “You are so tight, sweetheart. You feel so…good.”

  He moved slowly, dipping deep inside her. She clenched her muscles and squeezed his cock and he half-opened his eyes to grin. “You’re not helping me to last.”

  She chuckled and did it again.

  “You want to play dirty?” He entered her fast and deep. She gasped and he pulled clear out. She opened her eyes wide in surprise and he did it again.

  Each time he withdrew, she felt hollow inside. Aching for his rod inside her wetness, she pulled him back towards her welcoming lips. “Stop teasing,” she said.

  “Ah, you like me inside you, don’t you, Kitten?” He lay against her, pinning her slight body to the bed with his. “Train man isn’t going to like it when you tell him,” Rob said.

  Lionel. Kitt wasn’t going to think about Lionel. He had no place in this magic moment.

  “You’re not disappointed?” Rob chucked her under the chin.

  “Are you kidding?” she whispered.

  “Good because you’ve waited a long time for this. So have I.” He pushed a lock of hair away from her face. “You were well worth the wait, Kitten.”

  His gaze holding hers, a gentle smile on his face, Rob started fucking her again with a steady rhythm that was better than anything she’d ever experienced or expected. I love you, Rob Harrison. Her heart sang the words to the rhythm of their connected bodies. She’d always thought she loved him but she’d tried not to believe it. Now, there was no denying she loved Rob, and just as she expected, she’d never be the same again.

  As he carried her to new heights, she hugged the knowledge close. She wouldn’t be the first to say it. He would have to discover her secret by falling in love himself.

  Rob’s arms felt empty. His heart was full. They’d made such marvellous love, he didn’t want to cheapen it or spoil the memory of their first screw by going again for another round. Not till later anyway. So he’d been the one to suggest they get dressed. “Now’s when I really miss smoking,” he’d said, patting the sleeve of his t-shirt. He’d graduated from carrying a security pack.

  Kitt raised her face for a kiss. “You’re doing really well. I’m proud of you for breaking the cigarette habit.”

  “I could easily develop a habit of making love to you.”

  “I might prove addictive.” She wound her arms his neck.

  “I’m sure you would.” He kissed her again, long and hard. Their tongues tangled and his cock hardened. She ground her pelvis against it. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and he knew she would gladly go again. So would he, but Kitt had told him Auntie would be waiting for her. Taking his lover by the arms, he gently pushed her away. “I’d better take you home before Sugar decides I’ve kidnapped you. Your aunt likes me and I want to keep it that way.”

  Kitt nodded and smiled. “She’s probably peeking out between the lace curtains watching for us to show up. Not that she’s actually worried. She’s sure I’m fine if I’m with you. It’s more like she’s waiting to grill me about our time together.”

  “You’d better wipe that glow off your face or she’ll know what we did,” Rob said, bending to kiss Kitt’s lips. “We need to do it again soon. Don’t you think?”

  “Very soon.”

  Reluctant to part, Rob slowly opened the door—and there stood Suzette, her hand raised to knock. At ten o’clock.

  “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked. Hands on hips, she glared at Kitt. “Well, I see who you’ve been doing and I can guess what. But I don’t believe that’s excuse enough to unplug your phone. And turn off your cell.”

  “We need to talk. Privately.” Waving a hand dismissively at Kitt, Suzette brushed past him into his condo.

  He’d never seen Suzette act this way before. And he hoped he never did again. He’d hate to quit his job. She was his bread and butter, and he couldn’t move things along with Kitt if he lost his income.

  “Suzette…” He grabbed for Kitt’s arm and missed as she backed away. “I can explain, Kitten.” But could he? “It’s not what it seems.”

  She turned and walked off.

  “Wait. You don’t have a car. Let me drive you home,” he called after her.

  “Fuck off. I should have known things were too good to be true.”

  He whirled on Suzette, but her eyes filled with anger, she planted a hand in the middle of his chest. “Have you forgotten our arrangements? You’re supposed to be at my beck and call. I missed an important engagement and it’s all your fault. Don’t let it happen again, Rob. You hear?”

  She sidled up to him and slid her hands under his armpits. “You don’t need that scrawny girl. If you’re horny, just ask and I’ll take care of you.” She rubbed her breasts against his chest. “What you need is a real woman.”

/>   “Suzette,” Rob said when he’d recovered enough to speak. “This isn’t like you. What’s happened? You were rude to Kitt and there’s never been anything but business between you and me. I thought we had an unspoken agreement.”

  Suzette burst into tears.

  Rob’s jaw dropped. My God, is the whole world going crazy?

  Weeping noisily, she collapsed into his recliner. Feeling like a fish out of water, he perched on the couch opposite her and waited.

  “I’m sorry,” she blubbered. “I just wanted you to find me attractive. I needed to feel wanted. The agent you took me to meet turned me down. He said I was past my prime.” Her sobbing increased in volume.

  “There, there.” Rob rose and patted her shoulder, feeling awkward. “You’re a very appealing woman and you look young…” He’d almost said, ‘for your age.’

  “I need a man, Rob. A lover. I thought the agent was attracted to me but he didn’t even make a pass.” Suzette wiped her eyes. “Would it ruin our working relationship if we screwed just once?”

  “You know it would.” He spoke quickly, horrified at the thought. She just wasn’t his type. He’d fucked various women over the years but none of them ever had been right. They weren’t Kitt and she was the object of his desire. “What meeting did I make you miss tonight?”

  “A gentleman called and asked to see me.”

  “You can drive, Suzette. You could have gone without a chauffeur.”

  “He wouldn’t have been impressed. Jason and I have never met. Someone told him about me, saying I was beautiful. I think he might be an agent although he didn’t say so. But even if he’s just looking to meet an available woman, he sounded very nice. He lives in Fruitland Park and wants me to meet him at a club there. He said a friend was using his car or he would have come after me.”

  Fruitland Park. Rob stirred uneasily. That little town had been cropping up big time lately. Quite a coincidence. “If it isn’t too late, I could take you there now.”

  “He was at a place called The Silver Spoon,” she said, looking at her watch.

  An alarm went off in Rob’s head. Too much déjà vu.

  “Maybe he still is. I’ll just be a minute. I need to repair my eyes before we go.” Grabbing up her handbag, she smiled through her tears. “If you’ll just escort me inside the nightclub…so he knows I have a chauffeur, you can call your girlfriend from the car and apologise.”

  “Nightclub? It isn’t ex—“

  Suzette slammed the guest bath door behind her.

  Rob held his head. He couldn’t believe he was taking yet another woman to The Silver Spoon. And both in the same night.

  Kitt was shaking when she reached the parking lot of the condos. She rubbed her temples trying to clear her head. It was hard to think with all these thoughts running around in her head. How was she going to get home? It was miles and, anyway, it was too late to walk. She wouldn’t be safe on the highway alone. She leant against Rob’s Vette, tears streaming down her face. That terrible woman was up there alone with him. Kitt had looked back and seen her pushing her huge obviously enhanced boobs against him as she locked her arms around his neck. Sobbing, Kitt crawled inside his car. He wouldn’t be coming down anytime soon, and she’d be safe here. Locking the doors, she glanced down. The idiot had left his keys in the ignition.

  Suddenly, she knew what to do. Suzette…was that her name?…must have been driving the other car—a silver limo. So she was rich and beautiful even if she was older than Rob. What more could he ask for?

  Was she the one who’d helped him decorate his condo? Had he taken her to Gaylord Palms to meet another man or was that even the truth?

  Turning the ignition switch on, Kitt sped out of the parking lot towards home.

  On second thought…if Rob tore himself loose from that hussy before she raped him…and if he cared about Kitt enough…he’d look for her at Sugar’s. With a squeal of tires, Kitt turned the Vette towards Fruitland Park and The Silver Spoon.

  With luck, Jason and Lana would arrive there soon. It was past ten o’clock and Kitt was alone. She was too angry to be frightened but Dan had given her strict rules how to stay safe. And that included calling in with your location before approaching a crime scene. Not that there was a crime going on, but if she approached the perp… She dialled Dan’s mobile and gave him the scoop.

  “What is your plan?” he asked. “You need to know.”

  “I…I just want to make a positive identification.”

  “Kitt. Are you okay? You sound tearful.”

  “I’m fine. Never better.” Except half an hour ago—before her world fell apart.

  “Look. I don’t think this guy is dangerous but safety is your first priority. Engage him in conversation if you like but don’t leave the bar with him.”

  “I’m smarter than that, Dan. I’ll find out all I can so you can notify our client then I’ll leave alone.”

  Kitt felt self-conscious entering the tavern alone late at night. She was still wearing the shorts and tank top she’d had on that afternoon when she was there with Rob and all the guys at the bar turned to stare.

  Ohmigod. Rob was sitting at the bar. She clasped her hands to her pounding heart. How could he have gotten here before her? It wasn’t possible. Or was it? Kitt squinted into the dimly lit room and took a few steps forward. The man on the barstool had light curly hair like Rob’s…but Rob had shaved his off. And this guy was wearing a white shirt and dark jacket.

  It must be…Jason Terewski. She’d momentarily forgotten the newspaper clipping and the resemblance was much greater than she’d expected.

  Thank God. If this was Jason, and she’d bet it was, Rob wasn’t her perp. She took a couple of steps forward and could see that this man was older looking and not at all sexy. Kitt exhaled deeply. Hallelujah. Rob isn’t my perp. Not that Kitt ever believed he would bilk or steal. But from the proprietary way Suzette talked, it was still possible he was Suzette’s kept man. At least, she seemed to have some claim on him.

  Sniffling, Kitt headed for a table. She needed to concentrate on the man at the bar…Jason…the perpetrator assigned to her. Oddly enough, he was wearing a red carnation in his lapel. He’d apparently been to some gala affair or he and Lana were going somewhere special after they closed the tavern. Where was she?

  Jason wasn’t covert about giving Kitt the onceover as she passed. Maybe he’d noticed her observing him. She shivered at the feeling he was mentally undressing her. However, it might give her an advantage if she wanted info directly from him. She took a seat a comfortable distance from the bar but with a clear view.

  A waitress, whose name tag said ‘Ginni’, approached her small table, and Kitt ordered a margarita, which should be tall enough to nurse for awhile.

  “Would you like a menu?” the server asked when she returned with the drink.

  She’d missed out on the dinner Rob promised her and she was hungry. However, she didn’t want to take her eyes off Jason, so she shook her head. “I’ll take a cheeseburger platter with the burger cooked medium. Catsup, pickle, onion.”

  When Ginni had written that down, Kitt said, “I’m just curious. Is Lana here?”

  “Funny you should ask. She usually is but her fiancé came in alone tonight and he’s sitting at the bar. They got back from a trip yesterday and I haven’t seen her yet. I could ask him if she’s coming in later.”

  “No, please don’t. I was just being nosey. I heard that’s her picture over the bar and…” Kitt shrugged.

  “You wanted to see if she looks like that.” She chuckled. “I think the painting was touched up or something. She’s not quite so glamorous.” Ginni turned to walk away, then whirled around. “If you want to know anything about Ms. Turner, you can ask Jay yourself. It appears he’s on his way over.”

  The waitress scurried off and Kitt’s heart pounded as her perpetrator approached. This might be a major opportunity but she had to be careful.

  “Pardon me, miss. Are you Suzette G
old?” he said, when he reached Kitt’s table.

  His voice was as smooth and oily as peanut butter and jelly. Careful not to show disdain, Kitt forced a smile. “Sorry, I’m not,” she replied. “My name is Kitt—Katherine, really.”

  “Well, Katherine Really, I’m sorry too.” His eyes crinkled at the edges when he laughed. She could see at that close range that Jason was a number of years older than Rob, but he’d matured well. It became apparent also that he carried a certain charm. Not the kind that would appeal to her but it obviously did to some women.

  She chuckled appreciatively before asking, “Are you expecting Ms. Gold?”

  “Actually, I’m not. Do you mind,” he pulled out a chair, “if I join you?”

  Kitt shrugged. She didn’t want to appear too eager but she would like to detain him until she had the information needed.

  Jason sat down. “I spoke to her…Suzette…earlier and she said she couldn’t make it tonight, but she sounded quite disappointed. So I thought something might have changed that would allow her to meet me after all.”

  Suzette? “I take it you haven’t met. Is that why you’re wearing a red carnation? So she’ll recognise you?”

  He nodded. “I’m Jay, by the way.” He patted Kitt’s hand.

  “Glad to meet you, Jay By-the-Way.”

  He guffawed at that and heads turned, making Kitt sorry for her clever repartee.

  “You’re clever as well as pretty,” he said, stroking the hand he’d just patted.

  She drew it gently away. “Aren’t you Ms. Turner’s boyfriend?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

  “What makes you say that?” When Kitt didn’t reply, he added. “She and I aren’t committed. We have an open relationship and she’s out of town for a couple of days. So?” He shrugged. “Would you like me to move?”

  “I was merely curious,” she said.

  The musical combo that had been on break when Kitt arrived sauntered away from a table next to the bar and made their way back to the head of the tiny dance floor.

  Her cell rang. Damn. It must be Dan. Why couldn’t he leave her alone? Didn’t he trust her? Kitt took her time answering. Maybe the music would prevent Jason listening to their conversation. “Hello?” she said cautiously.