by Lacey Black
“So what brought you to Rivers Edge?” I ask as I draw lazy circles on the outside of her hand. Carmen tenses, but doesn’t answer.
“It’s actually another really long story,” she says. “Maybe we can dive into that one another time?”
“Of course,” I say as I lay her down until she’s sandwiched between the couch and me. Her soft curves feel like silk as I snake my hand under her shirt and grasp her free tits. She exhales a gasp as my lips descend onto her lush, ripe lips. Our tongues duel for dominance as our hands grab at any available flesh we can find.
I push her sweatshirt up, exposing her plump tits. Her nipples are hard little peaks and my mouth waters for one small taste. But, my problem is that I know one little taste won’t be enough.
Carmen wraps her legs around me and grinds against my rock hard cock. It throbs and practically begs to be released from the captivity of my pants. I’m ready to get naked with this woman for a second time tonight, but not here on the couch.
“Hold on tight,” I say as I make my way to a standing position with Carmen firmly holding onto my body. As soon as I’m up, I wrap my arms around her ass, dive in for other kiss, and walk us towards her bathroom. I promised her a shower, and I’m about to deliver.
Inside the small bathroom, I push Carmen’s back against the wall. Her legs tighten around me as she grinds again, creating more un-fucking-believable friction. I almost go completely out of my ever-loving mind with pleasure. I have her sweatshirt off the rest of the way moments later, while Carmen helps relieve me of my undershirt. I quickly throw my glasses up on the sink as we both grind against each other, driven to release some of the tension building in our bodies. The hard peeks of her nipples rub against my chest as I devour her mouth with another scorching kiss. Her sweet mouth is so hot it could melt diamonds, and my dick is so hard it could hammer nails. Our combined desire and need for each other is epic, driving us towards that edge of sanity.
I take two giant steps towards the tub and step inside. I don’t even remove our pants or break our kiss as I reach down and turn on the water. Cold water washes over my bare feet, soaking the bottoms of my pant legs, but I barely notice. The fiery woman in my arms has all of my attention.
As soon as the water heats to a hot, comfortable temperature, I turn on the shower. The immediate spray of ice cold water is startling and causes Carmen to shriek. She jumps in my arms, but immediately begins laughing as her lips return to mine. I let the hot water wash over us as we continue to kiss in the shower. Her lips suck, her tongue lashes, and her teeth bite as we both reach that frantic point of no return.
“I’m gonna set you down for a minute,” I say as she untwines her legs from my body.
Once she’s standing, I make quick work of pushing her tight, wet pants from her body. Carmen is already fumbling with my button and zipper and once she’s free of her clothes, I make quick work of removing the rest of mine.
As the water rains down on our heated bodies and steam fills the room, Carmen reaches forward and grabs a hold of my engorged cock. I almost lose it right then and there. Feeling her soft hand wrap firmly around me completely rocks me off my foundation. I need more. Now.
I pull her flush against me, our wet bodies rubbing and sliding against each other in the best fucking way possible. Well, almost the best way. I grab a hold of the globes of her ass and lift her up into my arms and press her firmly against the cool tile shower wall. Carmen wraps those long legs around me, which lines us up perfectly.
“Shit,” I mumble. “I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s okay. I’m clean and have an IUD for protection,” she says, those amazing brown eyes locked firmly on mine.
“I’m clean, too. I promise.” I adjust us slightly and slide home. Holy Fuck!
Carmen gasps and tightens around me. The feel of her body without the barrier of a rubber is fucking amazing. I have to concentrate hard and run a few math facts to keep my wits about me.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whisper as I begin to move her up and down on my shaft. Carmen moans at my words, grabbing and holding me tight from within. I dip my head down and lick water off of her glistening tits as I continue to take her against the wall.
“Don’t fight this. Don’t fight me, Carmen. Just let go,” I say as I hold her neck and stare deeply into her eyes. “Let go, baby.”
Carmen starts to shatter around me. I plunge my tongue into her mouth, mimicking the action of my groin. She grips me like a vice, her internal walls milking me for all that I have as I slam into her once more. My balls tighten almost painfully as I cry out, pressing Carmen into the wall, her body firmly locked around me.
Neither of us speaks as I slowly lower her to the floor of the tub. My body mourns her loss as I pull myself loose. Her red lips are swollen from the intensity of my kisses. She looks marked which makes my cock start to tighten instantly. My reaction to her is crazy. I’ve never felt this deep need for anyone in my life. I need her like I need air. And that scares the shit out of me. I’ve never craved anyone like I do this woman.
I push that thought far back in my mind as I grab a washcloth and the bar of lavender soap. I slowly start to wash the woman standing before me, starting with her arms and legs and working my way to her stomach, her tits. When she’s lathered in white bubbles, I grab the shower wand and start to rinse. Carmen grabs the shampoo and begins the seductive chore of washing her hair. My fingers itch to dive in and help, but I refrain. I run the soapy washcloth over my body to remove the scent of sex, replacing it with the scent of her soap. That scent that was burned into my nostrils the moment we both got into the same ambulance. Her scent.
As soon as we’re both rinsed clean, Carmen turns off the water and I grab a towel. Throwing it around Carmen first, I dry her off swiftly. Grabbing a second towel for myself, I make quick work at drying my body, tying the towel low on my waist.
When we both get out, I gather up our wet pants from the floor. “I’ll go throw those in the dryer,” she offers as she takes her pants from my hand. I pull out my wallet - yeah, a little wet - and my keys and hand her my pants, too.
“Thanks,” I say as I watch her walk towards the little kitchen where I know the washer and dryer are housed. I decide to hang back in the hallway, though I’m not quite sure what I should do. I haven’t exactly been in this situation before where I know I need to leave, but I honestly don’t want to. The fact that I don’t have pants right now is my saving grace.
“So…” Carmen starts as she rounds the corner wearing only a towel and a smile. My smile matches hers as I reach out and wrap my hand around her hip.
“Come on,” I say as I lead her toward her bedroom. “I don’t have to stay,” I say as I step over the threshold and into her room. “I have to work this weekend, so I can head out as soon as my pants are dry.”
Carmen’s eyes roam over my face. “What if I don’t want you to go?” she whispers into the darkness of the room.
“Then, I’ll stay as long as you want me to,” I reply as I pull her to the bed. I give her towel one quick tug like a magician pulling the tablecloth out from under the plates, which results in another sweet laugh. I’ve never heard Carmen laugh so much. Shit, before tonight, I’ve never heard her laugh period.
I drop my towel on the floor and climb into bed next to her. Her body is warm and soft, and when I pull her snug against me, we fit together like puzzle pieces. My heart rate picks up as I imagine falling asleep like this more often. Like every night.
It’s too soon to start thinking like this, but I can’t help it. My body’s response to her is crazy, and my head is just as screwed up. I should be pushing her away, not snuggling against her while she falls asleep.
Carmen reaches over and turns on her alarm. “It’s set for four-thirty. Is that okay?” she asks as she looks over her bare shoulder at me.
“Yeah,” I mumble as the words get caught in my throat. She’s so damn beautiful, and when she looks over her shoulder at me
like that, damp hair falling down her back back wild around her face, my heart stutters in my chest. It feels like it’s actually slamming around against my ribcage, trying to surge out of my body.
I don’t say anything else as Carmen lies back against me. Her sweet ass is pressed firmly against my groin. I wrap my arms around her stomach, holding her securely against me. I inhale the scent of her shampoo as I run my nose along the shell of her ear.
“Good night,” I mumble as the day, and activities of tonight, start to pull me towards sleep.
“Good night, William,” she says in a sleepy voice.
The feel of this woman against me is heaven as she drifts off to sleep. I’m lost in the sounds of her breathing evening out. She mumbles incoherent words as she slowly succumbs to a deep sleep.
This woman has completely thrown me for a loop. I get a glimpse of the woman she hides behind; a bossy, condescending demeanor and a snarly attitude. In its place is the funny, beautiful woman she showed me tonight. A woman that no one else has truly ever seen. A woman that I sure as hell want to see a lot more of.
I pull her as close as possible as I close my eyes and follow her into the night.
*****
“You had sex!” Holly exclaims next to me in the supply room.
“What?” I ask, wide eyed and shocked that she would even have any inkling on my activities twice last night - and once this morning.
“You did!” she practically shouts in the empty hallway.
“Shut up, Holly,” I harshly whisper, looking around to see if anyone heard her.
“Oh my god, does Avery know?” she asks while pulling out her cell phone from a pocket on the front of her scrub top. I don’t even have time to reply as I watch her fingers frantically type out a message to, I can only assume…my sister! Kill me now!
I grab at her phone and pull it out of her hands. “Don’t do that. Why in the hell would you text her that shit?” I ask firmly, frantically erasing the message she was typing to my sister.
“Why not? She’s worried about you. She thinks you don’t have time to date. She’s afraid if you don’t use it, you’ll lose it,” she adds with that ornery smile.
“Holly, I don’t think that’s how it works, and you know it,” I mumble, the embarrassing flush warming my cheeks and neck.
“So, who is she?”
“Just someone I met,” I say as I hand her back her phone.
Holly is Avery’s best friend and a nurse here at the Rivers Edge emergency department. I’ve known her practically her entire life. A few months back, Holly married one of the most popular rockers in the United States. Jase Bentley is the lead singer of Bent, and met Holly, my sister, and my sisters-in-law before a concert this past March. I’m told the sparks flew. And I’m not talking about the pyrotechnics at the concert.
Holly took a step back from her job at the hospital a few months back. She works part-time now, choosing to spend more time at home with Jase. Hell, it’s not like they need the money. To say they’re well off is an understatement. “How’s Jase?” I ask.
“He’s fine. Don’t change the subject,” she chastises.
There was a time where Jase Bentley wasn’t my biggest fan. Holly sported a massive crush on me way back when she and my sister were in high school, one that I suspected, but never took advantage of. When Jase stormed into our usually quiet little town, photographers followed and managed to snap a few pictures of me hugging Holly. The result was their breakup, and I felt like the cause.
Jase and I have talked since then and have actually become friends. He’s an implant into the Stevens family and feels like another honorary brother. “Tell him I’ll call him this week and we’ll shoot some hoops,” I say, trying to keep her attention away from sex.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll tell him. Back to the fact that you had sex last night. Who is she? Where did you meet her? Do I know her?”
“Holly, take a breath. I’m not going to discuss this with you or anyone else. This is new, and I’m not going to start categorizing it yet. It’s personal, and I’m going to keep it that way,” I say as I see a head of long brown hair come around the corner.
I look up into the wide brown eyes of the woman I’m referring to. She looks between Holly and me several times before I see her boss face slam into place.
“Good morning, Carmen,” I say in a business-like tone.
“Good morning, William. Holly,” she says with the slight nod of her head.
“What brings you to work on a Saturday morning?” Holly asks.
Carmen looks as if she doesn’t want to answer, but finally does. “My car wouldn’t start last night so I’m meeting a mechanic here to see about getting it fixed,” she says with just a hint of ice.
I study her for a few moments and take in her dark jeans, worn sweatshirt, and snow boots. Her hair is down and free around her face, and her make-up subtle. She looks positively edible, and I’m instantly half hard.
“I better get back up front,” Holly says as she sidesteps around Carmen. “Bye, Will. Bye, Carmen,” she adds before turning the corner and walking out of sight.
“Good morning,” I say with a smile.
“Hi,” she says with the hint of her own smile. Her earlier toughness fades away, leaving behind the woman I spent last night with.
“Someone’s coming to fix your car?” I ask as I take a few steps closer. I keep her just out of arms length because heaven help me if I don’t want to touch her right now.
“Yeah, the guy who runs the shop on Main. He should be here any minute, but I thought I’d stop by and grab some paperwork for the weekend,” she says.
“Do you have plans this weekend?” I ask under my breath, taking a half step towards her.
“Nothing until Zach comes back tomorrow evening,” she says, looking everywhere but at me.
“Does that mean you’d welcome company?” I ask, eyebrow skyward with suggestion.
Carmen looks around again as if verifying that we are indeed still alone. “You can’t park in my driveway,” she says in a hushed voice.
“You let me figure that out,” I whisper. “I’m bringing dinner. Five o’clock?”
“That’s fine. Back door,” she whispers as she throws me a wink and turns to walk away. Her ass in those jeans is amazing. I wish she’d come back over here just so I could watch her walk away again.
I’m one of those happy bastards for the rest of the day. You know, the ones who walk around with that ‘I had great sex’ smile and that ‘I’m gonna have great sex again tonight’ look in their eyes. There’s pep in my step that I’m sure goes unnoticed. Holly smirks at me every chance she gets as if she knows.
But, she doesn’t know the half of it. I can’t get this woman out of my head. And I’m thinking about more than just sex.
I’m thinking about the woman behind the mask, and she’s fucking amazing.
Yep, I’m a lucky bastard.
*****
Sunday has me getting off shift at two o’clock but instead of going home, I decide to head on out to my parent’s house a little early. Honestly, I could use a little nap this afternoon before I enjoy some time with my niece and nephews, but I don’t want to go home to my cold, empty condo.
I spent Saturday night at Carmen’s, too. I showed up at five liked planned with a bag full of ingredients to make chicken stir-fry, and she answered the door in a long satin robe. Underneath that robe was the most delicate light pink nightgown I’d ever seen. Cut dangerously and seductively low in the front to reveal tons of fleshy cleavage, tiny straps that left her delectable shoulders bare, practically no back, and a very high slit up both sides. It took me about three point five seconds - including removing my coat - to strip her bare. As amazing as it looked displayed on her tall, curvy body, the sight of it piled on the floor at her feet was definitely my favorite.
After devouring her body for much of the early evening, we cooked together in her tiny kitchen. Our shoulders rubbed, our hands touched, and our
hips bumped the entire time we worked together in the small space, but I’ve never had more fun with a woman. It’s probably the most intimate yet normal thing I’ve ever done. It was weird, yet so…right.
After parking my car in front of the garage, I exit and hear the sounds of a saw. I make a pit stop to the garage where I find my dad covered in sawdust, cutting two by fours with his circular saw.
“Hey, Dad,” I say as he sets the saw down on the floor.
“Hi, Will. You’re a little early, aren’t ya?” he asks with that friendly smile that reminds me of my childhood.
“Yeah, I thought I’d come hang out with you guys before all the crazies get here,” I say with my own smile.
Dad chuckles and picks up the board he cut. “Your mother decided she needed a new bench for her flower garden out back,” he says, nodding to the pile of cut lumber on the floor.
“And you’re doing this in December, why?” I ask curiously.
“Because if I didn’t get out of that house, I was going to go nuts. She has been watching over me like a hawk, not letting me lift a finger for myself. It’s driving me crazy.”
“She’s only trying to help,” I tell my dad.
“I know that, and I love her more than anything in this world, but if she doesn’t back off, I’m going to sleep in the Chevy,” he says with a rueful look, nodding towards his old nineteen sixty-five Chevy Corvette blanketed by a dusty car cover. I’m not exactly sure where Dad thinks he’s going to sleep in that car, but I’d almost pay money to see him try.
“I know that heart attack scared her, believe me. It scared me, too. But she needs to let me be an adult and take care of myself. It was a mild one, and I’ve already changed my eating habits. She bought some walking contraption that she’s got up in Jake and Nate’s old room, and she makes me use it every night. I’ve taken care of this family and home for thirty-some years. I’ve worked our company and grown it into a successful operation. I’ve helped raise five energetic kids and wouldn’t trade a single day for anything. But by God, I think I’ve earned the right to at least get up and go to the bathroom in peace.”