Naughty at 30 (Love Without Batteries #2)

by Cassandra Lawson

  “If Tasha is crying for you at the bedroom door, the bet’s off,” Luke agreed. “I’d never want to ignore the needs of your pussy.”

  Cocking my head to the side, I considered his terms. “What do I get if you lose?”

  “What do you want?” he asked, looking intrigued.

  “If you guess wrong, I want you to strip down to whatever nerdy boxers you have on and let me enjoy your body.”

  With a grin that was downright predatory, he responded to my challenge. “It sounds like I win either way.”

  “I was thinking the same thing,” I said with a sweet smile. “Here’s the deal. It’s not enough to guess the style. You need to guess the color and fabric.”

  Luke considered what I’d said for a moment before nodding. “I got this.”

  “So, what’s your guess?”

  He looked thoughtful. “Definitely lace,” he began. “When I hugged you, I felt the lace from your bra, and I don’t think you’d go out without making sure your bra and panties match.”

  “Go on,” I urged, neither confirming nor denying his guess.

  “I also got a peek at your bra strap when you were putting on your seatbelt,” he continued. “Blue is my favorite color, by the way.”

  “Is that your guess?” I asked.

  He nodded. “As for the style, it’s a thong. You are wearing a blue lace thong. Tell me I’m right so I can start thinking about all the things I’m going to do during my half hour.”

  I shrugged. “I guess you’ll find out when we get back to my place.”

  Luke frowned. “That’s not fair.”

  “Poor Luke,” I crooned.

  He laughed at my teasing. “You are an evil woman, and I fucking love it. Let’s go. I’m not sure I can wait much longer to find out who won this bet.”

  “Hmmm. Maybe we should stop for dessert,” I mused. “I could go for something decadent. Don’t you think I deserve a treat?”

  “You’ll definitely get a treat when we get back to your place,” he promised, opening the car door and gesturing for me to climb in. “No more stops.”

  “What’s the hurry?” I asked.

  “Keep teasing me, Chels. I’m going to enjoy repaying the favor when we get back to your house and you admit I won this bet,” he warned.

  I said nothing, looking forward to seeing Luke’s face when he realized he’d lost the bet. I was definitely excited about claiming my prize.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Luke

  Chelsea was a tease.

  I definitely didn’t consider it a flaw. Her playful nature made things even better. The bet had gotten hotter when Chelsea had thrown in her own terms. I was sure I’d won the bet, but I hadn’t been exaggerating when I’d said I’d be happy with either outcome. While I tended to be more dominant in the bedroom, I was happy to give up control part of the time. Another time, I’d let Chelsea win a bet.

  When Tasha didn’t race out to meet us as soon as we walked in the front door, my lips stretched into a satisfied grin. “I guess this means it’s show and tell time.”

  Chelsea snorted, turning to face me. “Show and tell time?” she asked.

  “You show me that lacy blue thong, and then you tell me I won the bet,” I explained.

  Chelsea groaned. It was a terrible line, but I figured Chelsea already knew I wasn’t one of those guys with smooth practiced lines.

  “That was bad even for you,” she admonished playfully. “I’m still not sure how you plan to tie me to my bed since I don’t have a kinky bondage bed like you do.”

  “A bondage bed?” I asked, placing a hand on her lower back to guide her to the bedroom. “I’m not sure how the furniture store I bought that bed from would feel about having it described as a bondage bed.”

  “What did you have in mind when you were shopping for a bed?” she asked.

  “Fine,” I admitted. “Bondage was on my mind when I was shopping for beds.”

  Once we were in her bedroom, I closed the door behind us, not wanting Tasha to decide it was play time.

  “My bed has no fancy bed posts to tie me to,” she reminded me, gesturing to her queen bed with the shelves in her headboard.

  “Are you trying to get out of showing me your panties and admitting you lost this bet?” I asked.

  “Not at all,” she assured me. “I’m just curious how you see this working. You also seemed really sure you’d be able to find something to tie me up with at my house.”

  “I brought some basic restraints that can attach to your bed frame,” I explained somewhat impatiently. “No more delays, beautiful,” I murmured as I prowled toward her, dropping my overnight bag on the floor when I was standing directly in front of her. “Show me what you have under this dress.”

  The moment I realized I’d lost the bet was when Chelsea smiled at me. That smile told me she’d just played me, and it was hot as fuck. Turning her back to me, she looked at me over her shoulder. “Would you mind helping me with the zipper?”

  “Not at all,” I replied, my voice rougher than it had been moments ago. As I slid the zipper down slowly, my eyes remained locked on the smooth skin being revealed to me. From the back, her bra was definitely blue, but when I slid the zipper down to just past her hips, I saw the lace of her low slung panties. They were black with a blue ribbon woven in.

  When the zipper was all the way down, Chelsea turned toward me and allowed the dress to fall to the ground. The lacy cups of her bra were black and there was a blue bow in the middle that matched the strap. Her panties were boy shorts, and they hugged her hips to perfection.

  When I was finally able to get my eyes back up to her face, I found Chelsea regarding me with a satisfied smile. “Looks like I won. Now, why don’t you show me those nerdy boxers?”

  I chuckled. “Anything you say.”

  Stepping back, I stripped my shirt over my head and tossed it across the room, loving the way Chelsea’s eyes moved along my bare chest. Next, my fingers slowly worked on the fastening to my belt. I figured if I was going to give Chelsea a show, it might as well be a good one. I kicked off my shoes before undoing my pants and slipping them off.

  When I was standing before Chelsea in my Star Wars boxers, I looked up, waiting for her line.

  Her eyes landed on my erection, and she licked her lips. “I can see the force is strong in you, young Jedi.”

  “How’d you like to feel the force in you?”

  “Soon,” she replied before walking toward me and splaying her fingers across my chest. “First, you agreed to let me play with your delectable body.”

  “It’s all yours,” I agreed.

  “I definitely like the sound of that,” she purred, leaning in to circle my nipple with her tongue.

  I groaned, wondering if I’d be able to survive another thirty minutes of Chelsea teasing me. Even when our conversation had been relatively innocent, I’d been noticing how good Chelsea looked in her dress and fantasizing about getting her out of it. Every smile or laugh was a seduction, whether she intended them to be or not.

  Chelsea’s hands moved to the waist band of my boxers then pushed them down, freeing Excalibur. My hands fisted at my sides to prevent me from touching her. In some ways, I was getting off on this because I had to exercise even more control to allow Chelsea to take charge.

  “Go lie on my bed so I can enjoy you, Luke,” she commanded, allowing her fingers to trail along my rock hard dick in a feather light caress before stepping away from me.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chelsea

  One thing I’d learned about Luke was he liked control in bed, and he was definitely using an impressive amount of it at the moment. His breathing was labored, and his fists were clutching the bed sheet to keep himself from taking charge. With this power exchange, I had a better understanding of the control Luke had to exercise over himself when he was taking charge in bed. After fifteen minutes of exploring the various contours of Luke’s body with my hands and tongue, I was dyin
g for my own release. It was more than a little tempting to grab a condom and ride Luke until we both came hard, but I wanted to draw this out a little longer. Also, as desperate as I was to have Luke inside me, I was also dying to taste him.

  Kneeling beside Luke, I cupped his balls in one hand and licked my lips. “Should I put you in my mouth?”

  “Please, Chels,” he rasped out, his eyes locked on my lips. “I’m dying to have your lips wrapped around my dick.”

  Moving down slightly, I straddled one of Luke’s legs, my breasts brushing against his hard thigh as my tongue darted out to circle the tip of his erection.

  Luke groaned, and his hips lifted slightly off the bed to bring him closer to my mouth. I continued to tease his shaft, running my tongue from base to tip, circling the sensitive edges of the head but not taking him into my mouth. My body was throbbing with need as his groans and pleas drove me on.

  “You’re killing me, Chels,” Luke groaned when I took just the tip into my mouth and sucked gently.

  Finally, taking mercy on Luke, I gripped the base of his cock and took him as far into my mouth as I could, squeezing the base as I slid him in and out. Luke rocked against my mouth, and his groans grew louder. I loved that I was bringing him this pleasure, completely in control.

  When my mouth moved up and down his shaft more urgently, Luke’s hands grabbed my hair. “Stop or I’m going to come,” he warned me.

  Rather than listen, I sucked harder, until his hands relaxed in my hair. Luke’s hands remained in my hair and his hips rocked more urgently until his body tensed and he shouted with his release.

  When Luke’s body relaxed on the bed and he released his hold on my hair, I looked up at him with a smile.

  “Thirty minutes are up,” Luke told me before grabbing me and tossing me onto my back on the bed.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice sounding somewhat strained from my own arousal.

  “Taking care of your needs,” Luke replied, stripping my panties off and settling between my legs. He trailed a finger around my entrance before moving it up to stroke my swollen clit. “I’m guessing you had a lot of trouble staying in control when you’re this turned on. You definitely deserve a reward.”

  My moan turned to a loud mewling sound when Luke’s mouth covered my clit as his tongue stroked it. There was no teasing. Luke wasn’t going to make me beg for my orgasm. It was clear he was planning to give me exactly what I needed. Two long fingers slid into my body, curling to hit a spot that almost made me scream it felt so good.

  I’d been on the edge of coming the entire time I’d been enjoying Luke’s body, so it wasn’t long before I was moaning loudly and rocking against Luke’s mouth as his tongue lapped at my sensitive clit while his fingers brought me even closer to the edge.

  “Please don’t stop doing that,” I whimpered as the first waves of my orgasm hit. I came hard, bucking against Luke’s face and screaming.

  Luke’s strokes gentled, and I relaxed back onto the bed with a contented sigh.

  “Best bet I ever lost,” Luke admitted, licking his fingers and moaning.

  I was about to have Luke grab one of the condoms I’d picked up earlier that day when I heard the unmistakable sound of my kitten’s pitiful meow at the bedroom door.

  Luke groaned. “I guess I’ll have to finish enjoying your body later.”

  “Just be thankful I don’t want to be a mother,” I told him. “If I had a child, we’d probably never get to have sex, and how would you explain your bondage toys?”

  I slipped on pajama shorts and a tank top as Luke put his boxers back on. “From what I could tell, having kids never stopped your parents from having sex,” he pointed out.

  “Ugh! Please don’t remind me. My parents still can’t keep their hands off each other.”

  “Don’t avoid having kids because of the sex,” he told me.

  “You aren’t about to tell me you’re dying to become a father, are you?” I asked, letting Tasha in. She immediately raced to my bed, settling in for cuddle time.

  “Nah,” he replied. “There are times when I think I’d like to be a dad, but then I remember how fucked up my own father is, and I figure it’s probably best if I skip that. I didn’t exactly have the best role model.”

  Reaching out, I took his hand and squeezed it. “For what it’s worth, I think you’d be a good father. Now, I’d better cuddle my adorable kitten before she thinks I don’t love her.”

  I was definitely using Tasha to get out of our much too serious conversation, but I could live that.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Luke

  Since there was no school that day, I was the one still lounging in bed with Tasha while Chelsea got ready for work. Other than our awkward conversation about having kids the night before, things had gone really well. I’d told Chelsea I loved her, murmuring it as I dozed off, and once again, she’d pretended it hadn’t happened.

  As Chelsea’s ass swayed back and forth on her way to the bathroom, I was suddenly feeling less like cuddling in bed with Tasha and more in need of a shower—the kind that involved warm water and a hot woman.

  “How about if I help you out in the shower, dear one?” I asked.

  “Are you planning on stabbing me?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Is that your way of asking if I’m going to fuck you standing up in the shower?”

  “No,” she replied. “When you call me dear one, you sound like a serial killer.”

  “So, is that a no on the shower?” I asked. “I could make sure all your naughty parts get clean.”

  “Naughty parts?” Chelsea asked with a giggle.

  “Oh, yeah,” I replied. “I’ve discovered that you have some parts that are extra naughty.”

  She stopped and cocked her head to the side before letting out a sigh. “Not today,” she replied, looking disappointed with her own answer. “I’m meeting with Bridezilla and Corporate Ken to discuss their wedding photos today.”

  I laughed at her names for them, knowing this couple represented a special challenge for Chelsea. Ty had told me that unless clients were really difficult to work with, Chelsea didn’t give them special names. From what Ty said, Chelsea believed all women had the right to demand a perfect wedding, and she was extremely patient with her more difficult clients. Some Ty thought deserved the title of Bridezilla, Chelsea insisted were just stressed out, meaning she didn’t use the term Bridezilla lightly.

  “Fine,” I said with a sad sigh. “Don’t share the shower with me. I’ll just stay dirty.”

  Chelsea snorted. “Dirty is the only way you know how to be.”

  “But you like me dirty,” I argued.

  Chelsea gave me a flirty smile over her shoulder. “Just don’t steal any of my panties while I’m in the shower.”

  “Are we back to the panties again?” I asked.

  “We are not going to leave that subject until I get my panties back from your house,” she replied. “They should have turned up by now, unless you stole them.”

  “Listen, Chels,” I began. “I get why you might think I’d stolen your panties after what happened when I was a kid, but have you ever considered that those tiny little things could have fallen into any number of small spaces? Do you want me to move my mattress and pull out all my furniture to see where they went?”

  “Maybe I’m being paranoid,” Chelsea agreed. “It’s not like I’m missing panties from my drawers. At least, I don’t think I am. You didn’t take any of my panties when you slept over here before, did you?”

  I raised an eyebrow. “I’m twenty-four, not twelve.”

  Chelsea nodded and headed into the bathroom.

  After I heard the water turn on, I climbed out of bed and dressed, deciding I might as well make Chelsea breakfast. I wasn’t a very good cook, but neither was Chelsea, so I didn’t have to worry about being judged. Before leaving the room, I walked over to Chelsea’s dresser, opened a drawer, and grabbed several thongs from the bo
ttom of the drawer. Yeah, I was stealing her panties, because sometimes, I really did act like a child around my woman. I also had big plans for those panties, and I was sure Chelsea would forgive me once she realized what I had in mind.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Luke

  “Miniature golf?” I asked, certain she had to be kidding. “This is really your idea of a hot date?”

  Chelsea had driven, wanting me to be surprised by her choice of venues that afternoon, and I certainly was. She reached across and pinched my thigh. “This is not supposed to be a hot date,” she explained. “I figured with all the kids around, you would have a better chance of controlling yourself.”

  I chuckled at her misguided belief that I’d behave. “Do you really think it’s possible for me to control myself around you?” I asked.

  “Are you trying to blame me for your inability to avoid talking about sex?” she asked.

  “You keep walking around looking irresistible. How am I supposed to avoid thinking about getting you naked?” I asked. “Besides, I thought you liked it when I talk dirty to you.”

  “I do,” she replied. “You are very talented when it comes to talking dirty.”

  Looking across at Chelsea, I couldn’t hold back my smile. Dressed in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, she had her hair pulled back in a ponytail and a black baseball cap on her head. “You really look adorable.”

  Rolling her eyes, Chelsea groaned at my compliment. “Why must you continue to use that annoying term?”

  “’Cause it’s true,” I drawled before climbing out of the car.

  Chelsea just shook her head and got out of the car so we could start our date. She was probably right about me not saying anything too inappropriate. It was a Sunday afternoon, and the place was filled with families. There were teens heading into the arcade at the front of the course. We’d been having a particularly warm autumn, and even though it had cooled down some and rained earlier that week, it was still in the mid-sixties.