Part-Time Lovers: Clare Chronicles, Book 1

by Shelley Munro

  He started to move, but she stilled him with a hand on his hip. She straddled his body and guided his cock to her entrance, pushing down a fraction until her scalding hot pussy choked the head of his dick. It was the best of times and the worst of times…

  What the fuck?

  She’d scrambled his brain. Yeah, his recent abstinence had shorted something. Why else would he mentally quote some long dead writer in the middle of getting laid?

  He gave himself an invisible head slap—an intellectual kick start.

  Yvonne took a fraction more of his cock.

  Oh, yeah. “God, Yvonne. Take me deeper, please.” He eyed her breasts. “Lean over so I can suck your tits.”

  She gave a breathless laugh and sank down an increment more. He groaned and his hips rose. He surged deeper into her heat, and it felt so bloody good he thought he might explode.

  “You feel good inside me,” Yvonne said. “You fill me, make me ache. I want to go slow, but it’s sooooo hard.”

  Nolan didn’t know if she was talking about his cock or her trouble going slow. Didn’t care. His hips rose in a hard thrust until he was embedded balls-deep in her moist heat.

  Yvonne sat back on her haunches and wriggled around a little. Then, to his great relief, she started to ride him with a fast up and down. With her head thrown back and her breasts playing peek-a-boo in her hair, she was a real picture, a visual he’d certainly recall tomorrow during his work day.

  Didn’t seem as though he was gonna get to taste her breasts, though. Later.

  Part of him wanted to close his eyes to savor the current of pleasure swamping his senses. But Yvonne swaying above him was a sight to behold. He forced his eyes to remain open and watched her pull her bottom lip between her teeth, her long hair flowing around her shoulders. The scent of sex and arousal floated around them and combined with the lingering citrus of a furniture polish.

  She slid her hand down to where their bodies joined and combined some finger action with her frantic up and down. Her breath hitched, and the vision and sensations were too much for Nolan. He came hard, his seed spurting from him in almost painful contractions. Her vagina pulsed around his dick, the tight grip extending the length of his orgasm. A cry of pleasure emerged from deep in her throat, gradually settling a humming note.

  God, she was beautiful. Maybe not in the traditional sense, but when she smiled, or times like now, with the bloom of release flushing her skin, she was a stunner.

  She leaned toward him and he drew her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her sweaty body. She sighed, and contentment filled him. He’d stupidly allowed his mother to maneuver him into the reality show. He’d hurt Yvonne, made her doubt him. His arms tightened momentarily before he caressed her back. She’d obviously forgiven him, and now they could move forward into the future.

  Yvonne stirred, pushing back to clamber off him. She flashed him a grin, and he found himself responding in kind.

  Nolan took care of the condom and held out his arms. “Come here.”

  “What’s the time?”

  Nolan glanced at his watch. “Almost nine.”

  “Okay. My favorite TV show is on at nine-thirty. Thanks for the sex. It was great.”

  “What?” Nolan was pretty sure his face wore a stunned expression.

  Yvonne picked up his shirt and handed it to him. “We both needed sex. We had it. End of story.”

  “But…but…” Good god. He was stuttering.

  Yvonne thrust his boxer-briefs and jeans at him. “This new arrangement will work much better.”

  “What arrangement?” His voice was faint, his brain juddering because he was missing his normal smooth gear changes.

  “Friends with benefits,” she said. “Yes, I think this will work perfectly. Show yourself out. I don’t want to miss the start of my show.”

  Nolan gaped after her. What the fuck?

  Carol laughed until she cried, and Yvonne’s mouth twitched as she reached into her handbag for a packet of travel tissues. She passed them over to her friend and waved away the waitress with a quick nod of her head.

  “We’d better decide what we want to order,” Yvonne said.

  Still smirking, Carol picked up her menu and scanned the contents. “The scallops and salad,” she said decisively. “So you thanked him politely for the sex and ordered him to leave.”

  Yvonne took a sip of white wine. “When he tried to talk to me before he left, I told him I’d ring when I felt the urge for more bedroom gymnastics.”

  Carol leaned forward, her eyes big and bright. “You didn’t.”

  “I also told him I’d ordered some new sex toys and some wonder cream that’s meant to do interesting things to a woman’s libido. I told him to make sure he got plenty of rest.” A gurgle of amusement rang out. “You should have seen the look on his face.”

  “No!”

  “Then, I turned my attention back to the historical costume drama and ignored him until he left.”

  “Has he contacted you since?”

  “No, but the agricultural day is tomorrow. I’m assuming he’ll still take me and the boys.”

  “And if he doesn’t turn up?”

  “I’ll take the boys myself and grab my best friend to help me control my two excited sons when they want to head in opposite directions.”

  “Deal,” Carol said. “What’s your next move?”

  “I want to keep him off-balance. I really did order some sex toys, so if he doesn’t take us to the show, I’ll give him a call in a couple of days and invite him over to help me test out my purchases.”

  Carol cackled and dabbed at her eyes again. “I need to find a man, too, one that performs on demand.”

  “Anyone in mind?”

  “Not really. The new vet seems nice, but he already has a welcome party of single females in the surgery. My cousin works as receptionist-nurse and she said the domestic pets in Clare have mysteriously developed rare diseases and require immediate treatment. They’ve never been so busy.”

  “Maybe someone interesting will arrive with the film crew doing the reality show about the Shakespeare sextuplets.”

  “One can but hope,” Carol said in a prim tone.

  Nolan spent the rest of the week mustering sheep and moving the flock down from the hill paddocks to prepare for early lambs. The weather forecast was good, which made him happy. While he arrived home dog-tired, he spent his nights twisting and turning, his mind replaying the last time he’d seen Yvonne.

  He fed his three dogs, checked their water and walked to the house. He pushed open the rear door and pulled off his boots before he entered the kitchen.

  She’d thanked him for the sex and dismissed him.

  Now, the night before the start of their date, he wasn’t sure what to do. Did he turn up at Yvonne’s place as discussed?

  Thanked him for sex. His snort echoed through the kitchen.

  Samuel Penrith, his father, glanced up from where he sat and rose. “Didn’t think you’d ever finish. Want a beer and a shower before you eat?”

  “A couple of the yearling heifers got out on the road.” Nolan shrugged. “They didn’t want to go back into their paddock.” Nolan opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. “I’ll grab a quick shower. I can smell myself and it isn’t pretty.”

  In the bathroom, he stripped off his dirty clothes and stuffed them into a hamper. He’d need to put on a load of laundry later tonight.

  The water took long minutes to run hot, but Nolan didn’t bother waiting. He took a quick sip of beer, set the can aside and stepped into the shower. Cold water cascaded over his shoulders and down his back, the temperature gradually heating and relieving some of the fatigue in his muscles.

  Talk about a surprise. She’d mentioned next time and added a spiel about sex toys. He had to admit his mind hadn’t heard much p
ast the sex toys. A woman couldn’t expect a man to process conversations when she lobbed verbal bombs. And kinky ones at that. He really liked that about Yvonne—sexually, she was a fireball.

  Blood crowded his cock, and he ignored his erection. He grabbed the soap and started to wash with brisk, economical movements, thoughts of Yvonne swirling through his mind.

  On Sunday, he’d go and pick up her and the boys, just as they’d arranged earlier. Yeah, he’d proceed as he’d planned and play the day by ear. He’d get her in private at some stage during the day and demand answers.

  God, why would she thank him for sex anyway? They’d had sex before—quite a lot of it before he’d participated in the reality show. She’d never thanked him. He hadn’t given polite appreciation either. They’d had mutual respect, exhausting each other while they’d burned up the sheets. A couple of times they’d both fallen asleep and the boys had almost caught them together.

  She hadn’t expressed her gratitude then. No, she’d woken him abruptly and kicked him out of her bed. Women.

  God, they confused him.

  Dressed and back in the kitchen, Nolan grabbed another beer. The scent of tomatoes and rich gravy filled the air, a hint of garlic and basil.

  “I’ll serve dinner,” his father said, pulling a casserole dish out of the oven.

  “Thanks for cooking,” Nolan said.

  “I enjoy it,” his father said, surprising Nolan.

  “You do?”

  “Your mother would never let me in the kitchen. I thought about training to be a chef rather than following my father’s footsteps. My father had very firm ideas about the roles of men and women.”

  “Yeah?” Nolan passed his father the warmed dinner plates. Since his father had moved out of the family home, they’d become closer. His father had bloomed—for wont of a better word—since he’d split from Elizabeth. “Where did you get this recipe?”

  “Looked it up on the net,” his father said as he dished up the mashed potato, boiled peas and some sort of casserole. “I like trying new things.”

  Sure as hell beat coming in late and cooking for himself. “Are you going to try to make up with Mum?”

  “It’s too late. I hate the way she drove Tyler away. I share the blame because I didn’t stand up to her. I’ll have to deal with the guilt for the rest of my life.”

  “How are things with you and Tyler?”

  “He’s wary, and I don’t blame him. Josie told me once the farm is sold all of them are moving to Auckland.”

  “Tyler always preferred art to farming.”

  “He takes after his mother,” his father said. “She had a passion for art.”

  Cooking was a form of art, no matter what his father said. “You could always go up to Auckland for a holiday. There’s nothing to stop you visiting Tyler.” Nolan’s phone beeped to indicate an incoming message. He ignored it and continued working on his pile of mashed potato. “This is really good.”

  “It’s a small way to pay back your support, son.” Samuel ate some of his own meal. “I don’t mind taking responsibility for the cooking and shopping. Beats tromping through the mud with my gammy leg.”

  Nolan’s phone beeped again.

  “Do you need to get that?”

  “Later,” Nolan said. “I’ll help with the dishes.”

  His father beamed. “I made apple crumble.”

  It was almost two hours later when Nolan retired to his bedroom and set the alarm. His phone beeped and he plucked it from his pocket, hitting a button to illuminate the screen. Yvonne had sent him a text. Several texts.

  R u ignoring my txts?

  He scrolled down, his eyes widening when he read the other two texts and studied the attached photos. The first one showed a bright blue vibrator and something that looked like a butt plug. There were a couple of other items in the photo, which were difficult to identify. The message said, My sex toys arrived. We need to make a d8 2 try out.

  Nolan scowled at his screen. So she could thank him again in that oh-so-polite tone. His hand fisted around his phone, and he had to force himself to unclench his fingers and check the next message.

  Sat night, around 8? The attached photo showed deep cleavage, and immediately his cock went to half alert.

  The woman was trying to kill him.

  She’d changed, and he had no idea what to make of the sultry beauty who’d taken her place.

  Nolan cleaned his teeth and shucked his clothes in preparation for bed. He turned his head to stare at his phone where he’d left it on the bedside cabinet. Ring her. Without a second thought, he picked up his cell and hit speed dial. Yvonne answered almost immediately.

  “Hello.”

  “It’s me,” he said gruffly. Had her voice always sounded so husky?

  “Ah, I thought you’d decided to ignore me.”

  “I was late getting in tonight. Dad and I were eating dinner.”

  “How is he?”

  “Fine.” He didn’t want to discuss his father or his parents’ failed marriage.

  “I’m feeling naughty tonight. I’d ask you to come over, but we’ve both got an early morning tomorrow. You are still picking us up?”

  “Yeah, nine-thirty,” he confirmed, smothering a yawn. It had been a long day.

  “Would you sleep better if I talked dirty to you?”

  “What?”

  She laughed softly. “What are you wearing?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Right,” she said briskly. “I want you to turn off your light and climb into bed. Get yourself comfortable and put your phone on speaker. Imagine I’m there with you, my lips on yours, my hands roaming your body.”

  With her husky voice purring suggestive things in his ear, it didn’t take long for blood to race to his dick.

  “Curl your hand around your cock, stroke it. That’s me,” she whispered. “Holding your steely strength with just the right amount of pressure.”

  “Steely strength?” Amusement threaded his voice.

  “Yes, that’s the way you always feel to me. Warm and hot and strong.”

  Emotions curled through his chest. There was amusement and respect and caring, but along with those emotions came joy. Yvonne was…

  “I take you in my mouth and rub over your crown with my tongue. You like this so much that pre-come is already beading at your slit.”

  Yvonne was a siren sent to seduce him. Unbidden, he started to stroke himself, falling under her spell. He felt the tension riding his shoulders sink down this body to converge in his groin. His hand slid up and down, the initial dry strokes soon smoothed by pre-come.

  “My tongue is stroking your sensitive underside each time I take you into my mouth. You can feel the heat of my mouth, the tight seal of my lips. When you look down at me—did I mention I’m kneeling at your feet?—the visual is as much a turn on as my mouth around your cock. You meet my gaze and hold it. Your legs are planted firm, but your breathing is fast. Your pretty eyes are glittering with passion. Your fingers thread through my hair—”

  “Is it loose?” The silky drift of her hair against his skin never failed to get to him.

  “You spear your fingers through my curls, holding my head in place, directing the way I suck you.”

  Nolan’s balls tightened to the point where he knew that no matter how tired he was, he would come…or lie awake for the rest of the night.

  “I’m taking you deep now, almost to the back of my throat and it’s absolutely perfect. I’m breathing through my nose and taking you easily. Feel the delicious slide against my tongue, the tight suction of my mouth.”

  Oh yeah. He could feel it. Nolan closed his eyes and sank further into the fantasy, letting the low tone of Yvonne’s voice seduce. He worked his shaft with his callused hand, his fingers a tight vise.

  “Your legs start to
tremble and your breathing changes. I know you’re getting close. You’re talking to me, telling me I’m doing a good job and my mouth feels good. Wet and tight and perfect.”

  Nolan hissed, wondering briefly why they hadn’t done this before. The thought swirled away, replaced by the tight pressure of impending climax. His muscles were tense, his balls pulled high and tight, his breathing hoarse. Excited.

  “I add a swirl of my tongue, a different move than what I’ve been using. You groan.”

  Nolan moaned on cue, so close to orgasm he wondered if his heart might gallop out of his chest. He continued the hard strokes, the pulls at his dick while he listened to Yvonne’s sexy purr.

  “I take you extra deep and swallow around the tip of your throat. You hold my head tight so I can’t move. I don’t struggle and long moments later, you pull out and slide inside again. I swallow and with a roar, you come down my throat.”

  Nolan’s climax burst from him at her demand—hard and painfully good—semen shooting over his palm and fingers. His heart hammered his ribs, the contractions of his cock taking a long time to subside.

  “I manage to swallow most of your come and start to lick you clean, but you tell me you’re too sensitive and you need to sit before you fall because that was some supreme head.”

  Nolan chuckled and used the corner of the sheet to wipe up the mess. Another item to add to the laundry tomorrow.

  “You pull me up and kiss me, wiping a bit of come off the corner of my mouth.” She paused before continuing. “Sweet dreams, Nolan. We’ll continue this tomorrow night in my bedroom. You can have dinner with us after the agricultural show, and we’ll go from there. Sex toys optional.” Pure naughtiness wrapped around her tone before a click indicated she’d hung up.

  “Damn,” he muttered. Score another to Yvonne, the sultry temptress. She was turning him inside out, pulling him off-balance. Nolan resettled in his lonely king-size bed. Part of him looked forward to tomorrow—the sudden challenge Yvonne had thrown into their game. The other part of him was bloody terrified.