As she made her way to the bed, she remembered Charyn’s promise last night. Did she want him? The answer was a resounding yes. She had no hesitation to fuck him, but she knew it was more than that. It may start with them fucking, but would end with her making love with her heart and soul. That was the crux of her problem, but those facts weren’t enough to stop her from giving in to him.
The real question lay in whether she could be bold enough when not in the heat of passion to request it. She lay down, looking at the clock. It was nearly eight a.m., and she wasn’t sure how to proceed. Lying down next to him, she saw he was awake. He just scrutinized her, no words needed to say what was on his mind. He was waiting, for her.
Makenzie pressed her mouth to his nose, a small kiss. He grinned softly, his lips curled. Taking advantage, she touched the spot she kissed. He rolled them both over, sheets tangled around them, a cocoon. She raised her hips, rolling to meet his. He just looked at her, seeking the answer. She desired him and opened her mouth, only able to voice one word. “Yes.”
He fitted himself below, nudging her pussy. When he cocked his hips back, she groaned. Ready to take him, she rocked her hips, enticing him. He smiled, glad to give her what she wordlessly sought. He thrust against her, not making entry, just increasing the pressure against the well mouth of her pussy. Makenzie found herself thrusting awkwardly toward his hips, forcing the head of his member to prop her open for entry. She swiveled, the head nudging her wider then entering her with a stretching pop. One or both of them groaned, but she couldn’t be sure, she felt so gone on him. He stopped there, not taking her any further.
“Makenzie?” She looked at him, knowing the expression was only half as confused as she felt. “Be sure this is what you want. That I am what you want. Because when I take you, I’m not letting you go.”
“Good god, Charyn, just fuck me.”
Smiling, he wrapped his hands around her waist, ready to pull her onto him fully.
Makenzie forced her eyes away from Charyn’s. His gaze locked on hers, more intense than she was ready for. Already he had her nose more than wide open. Lord only knew what would happen once she knew what it was like to be truly fucked by him. Turning her vision from her cage of rippled skin and taut muscle toward the door, she thought she was dreaming. In the open doorway, a man stood, one burnished blonde brow cocked. She screamed out, the sound shattering her quiet lover’s nest. Charyn craned his neck, peering in the direction she was gaping at. She didn’t know what was going on, but looking at the male in the doorway, she saw marked similarities. The main differences were in the blond hair, shaggy and wind tossed, and the eyes. Charyn’s stare was always peculiar and too deep, even while the depths reminded her of mossy stones and rich earth. The mystery man’s was harsh, almost steely, even as the laugh lines softened the severity around them.
Charyn spoke, the deep tone harsh, grating. “What the hell do you want, Deven?”
Deven spoke, voice mocking, “Oh, the same thing we do every Monday morning. Carpool to the office.”
Charyn grinned and laughed, slapping the bedding before replying. “Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll be downstairs. Make yourself useful and make a pot of coffee.”
Charyn looked at Mak, who was still mortified to be caught in her birthday suit by a stranger, and kissed her. Groaning, he told her, “I was just so caught up in you and didn’t even think about work.” He walked to the bathroom, tugging her to follow him. He sat her on the counter, brushing his teeth. When he was done, he grabbed a set of khaki trousers and a green sweater from the walk-in closet.
Quickly pulling on the clothes, he offered her two options. “Either you can take the car inside my garage and go home, or you can stay here and I’ll come back by one.”
Makenzie thought briefly, knowing she didn’t want to lay up today as there was too much to do. “I’m going to take your car. Today I should go ahead and contact my insurance company and the job so I can get short-term disability set up. Not to mention I need to pick up my rental car, too.”
“I have a spare car. You are welcome to use it.”
“I know, but I may as well use the rental, since it’s paid for.”
She tugged on her tights, which Charyn was kind enough to wash the night before.
When she made her way downstairs, she saw a cup of steaming coffee in a travel mug waiting for her. Smiling, she took the liquid crack in hand and walked to Charyn seated on the deck. The former mystery man, Deven, was seated across from him. She walked to him, hand held out for keys. He handed them to her and then formally introduced her to his brother.
“Deven, meet me outside.” He took her hand, headed for the garage. When they walked inside, she saw the car within. Her mouth dropped open, drooling a bit.
“Oh my god, you have a Barracuda! You’re actually going to let me drive her? I knew you were crazy, but this means you are majorly loco. You know you met me after a car accident, right?”
He laughed at her, the sound hearty and full. “Yes, I do happen to recall that.”
“Can I take the Hummer instead? This ‘car’ is showroom quality, a collectors dream, and I would be terrified to get a scratch on it.”
“You’ll take this one. Deven rode his bike, so we have to take my car to work. The ’cuda has GPS in the console, satellite radio, and push-button start.” He showed her the key pad. As a theft precaution, the remote would start the car, but to go in gear, she had to insert the key. If she didn’t, the car would cut off. After setting the navigation system for her home, he handed her a toasted blueberry bagel and kissed her. “I’ll call you later. When you need to pick up your rental car, call me.” With that, he left, walking out the garage door.
* * * *
When he climbed in the truck, Deven looked at him, smirking. He knew his brother was smug, but Charyn found he didn’t care in the least. The best thing since sliced bread had wandered into his life, and his brother wasn’t going to spoil the feelings he just developed for the exotic beauty.
“This is the man who is never late. She must be something special, especially since you never bring a woman to your house. You never let anyone drive the ’cuda, not even me. I can see her charm though. She is incredibly beautiful. Her breasts are the most perfect Ds I’ve seen. And I’ve seen a few.”
“You better pretend you never saw them.” It didn’t matter, or so Charyn tried to tell himself. But even knowing Makenzie wasn’t looking at his brother helped little to cool his hot head from saying the words. If either of his brothers wanted to test his resolve to keep her, they would find themselves disappointed and beat up.
“Duly noted, brother. Tell me about my soon to be sister–in-law.”
“She’s a fantastic artist. I’m thinking about asking her to sell us some of her paintings for the office.”
“Really, haven’t had an artist before. She sounded passionate. Her name’s Makenzie?”
“Yeah.”
“Fits her, sort of a spunky name for a spicy lady. Is she a great fuck?” There was the brother he knew and loved, obnoxious to a tee, Charyn thought.
“We haven’t yet.”
“I don’t believe you. It looked like you were doing a good impression not an hour ago.”
“You walked in on us. That would have been the first time.” Damn it. So close, yet so far away. He could still feel her wet and hungry for cock beneath him, swaddled in both his embrace and a clutch of blankets.
“Oh, damn, sorry about that.” Charyn could see he didn’t feel sorry for him, not one bit. But it didn’t matter, he would still have his way with her tonight, when he taught her the meaning of hunger and need.
“It will be fine. I need to take my time with her, anyway. She’s skittish, like the horses mom likes to take in hand.”
“Does she have any sisters?”
“Nope, but she has a best friend with a hair trigger.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that. What’s her name?”
“Charli.”
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“How did you meet her? I’ve never heard you speak about her, so she must be a recent find.”
“I met her on Friday. She was T-boned in car accident and pinned against a tree. That’s why I lent her the ’cuda. She had things to do today.”
“Makes sense, I only saw your car when I pulled up. So how did that translate to today?”
“The way she looked at me, she saw everything, down to the last detail. When she looked in my eyes, it took my breath away. Even with her car crumpled around her, she only saw me. I have never before gotten hard from a single look.”
“Sounds deep. Hope you know what you’re doing. I can’t imagine fucking the same woman every night.”
“You should try it. You might like it.” Even the healthy samples of pussy he’d had when eating Makenzie were better than some straight sex he’d had with other women.
When they reached their offices downtown, they both headed in opposite directions toward their offices. Charyn was in a hurry. He wanted back in Mak’s arms. He was ready to take her tonight. If it were up to him, it would have been this morning. More than likely all day and night, just to make sure she was a hundred percent satisfied. He needed and wanted to glut himself in her until neither of them could take another orgasm. His cock hard once again, he gritted his teeth, working on last quarter’s Excel spreadsheet for the meeting later in the morning.
* * * *
After her harrowing morning, Makenzie was ready for the mountain of paperwork to be done and over with. She was at her laptop clicking away several hours later when the doorbell rang. She bounced over to the door, grateful for the momentary distraction. When she unlocked and opened the door wide, her best friend stood there waiting for her, hip cocked, grin on her face.
“Did you give that sexy man some of your cookies yet, boo?” Charli asked, her smile splitting her face wide.
“Come on, I’ll give you the skinny.” Charli sauntered in, beautiful as always, a vision in a cream silk jumpsuit.
“Love that romper, girl. Where you get that?”
“My French connection sent it.”
“Hmm, I want one, just not ecru. I couldn’t keep it clean.”
“Aiight will do, boo, but don’t change the subject.” Makenzie could hear in Charli’s voice that she wasn’t going to let her best friend get away with less than full disclosure. Especially about something this juicy, and like it or not, she had to dish.
“Okay, you got me. Let me submit this to the short-term folks.” Leaning over the sleeping laptop and its rainbow screensaver, she woke the computer and sent the online forms off with a few keystrokes. Makenzie closed the laptop and set it aside for the dish session with her best friend. Charli pulled a blunt out of thin air, rolled Jamaican style, complete with long baseball-bat end. She lit the soapstone oil burner nearest her, burning the blunt’s end when she finished. They passed the smoke back and forth before Charli started in with her inquisition.
“So?” Charli asked, a prompt to begin.
Makenzie told her everything, starting with Dojo. Charli’s eyebrows rose, looking as if her curiosity was piqued. But she kept silent, not wanting to miss any of the unfolding tale. Mak told her how he asked her to come home and about his promise to her. Charli groaned, disgusted that Mak still didn’t get any. But Charli perked up when she described the numerous orgasms Charyn gave her last night.
Charli, ears burning red, asked, “So did you get him this morning?”
Makenzie’s response left Charli’s eyes bugging. “Almost, we got started…Next thing you know, I look over and his brother was watching us…Girl, he had me so gone, we almost got down with no boxing gloves at the match.”
“No way! Girl, quit playing. No glove, no love. Make sure you carry some next time. You don’t want baby-daddy drama or diseases Ajax won’t scrub off….Hold on, back up the bus…He walked in on you and watched?”
“Yep, I had just got some of the dick, and when I looked up, there he was. Actually, it was erotic, but he looked like Charyn. Too much.”
Charli demanded, “Describe.”
Mak told her about his build, similar to Charyn’s, the only major difference being height. How his eyes were a steely blue, icy and penetrating.
She could tell Charli liked what she heard. Even though she never went for white guys, Makenzie had a feeling…Deven sounded like he would be up her alley as a diversion. Especially if he worked it like his brother could. It had been awhile since Charli had a lover, and her needs had been long denied, whether she admitted it or not.
After hearing the rest of the story, Charli chortled. “Damn, I feel sorry for you. A sexy man and all of the dick in the world and still can’t get none.”
Mak smacked her with a rolled-up magazine. “Be like that, but when I get it, it’ll be better than Enrique. Bet money on that.” The reference to Charli’s last almost-lover left the pair in tears, nearly weak with laughter. Enrique was a genuinely nice guy, but his dick was the size of a two-year-old boy’s.
“No way am I wasting pussy miles on that!” Charli exclaimed. “Wanna drink?”
Nodding yes, Mak was gasping, sides hurting. Charli carried back two bottles of water, condensation frosting the plastic. They drank the bottles down, cool water quenching cottonmouth.
When they finished their gossiping, Charli asked, “Do you want me to take your rental for you so you can drive that muscle car back?”
“Nah, Charyn’s going to do it.”
“Aiight, I’m going to go do my hair. See ya later, doll.”
Exchanging hugs, Charli left, closing the door behind her.
It was nearly one thirty, so she opted to call it a day. Not wanting to waste the light, she started Charyn’s picture, the sketch from the other morning used to map the painting. The general aspects of the painting would only take a few hours or so to fill in. The hard part would be Charyn himself. The look in his eyes would be difficult to master. There was twinkle in his expression, slightly wicked, that would be hard to tweak to perfection, so she would come back and detail that phase in. The hard part for today would be patience, the waiting until she finished it. She hated her half-done works with a passion. Until completed, a painting always seemed to mock her.
Walking away from the fumes of oil paint and turpentine, she grabbed her phone. She was ready to call Charyn but didn’t know his number. Looking in the phone, she saw he programmed it in. Happy, she pressed send, hoping to hear his voice. It rang once, and he answered, “This is Moreland.”
Mak chuckled. “So that is how you answer the phone…I don’t know if I will call back, seeing as you don’t sound happy to hear from me.”
“You know I always want to talk to you.” She could hear the smile in his voice.
“I would hope so, considering you almost stuffed me with dick this morning.”
An amused tone in his voice, his response was, “Almost doesn’t count, you know.”
“Yes it does. You had your tongue in my pudding.”
He barked a rough laugh. “When do you need me to come by?”
“Hmmm, sounds like a loaded question.”
“It’s loaded, all right.”
“I can go whenever, so come by when you are finished with work.”
“I’m in a meeting. Give me half an hour, okay?”
“That’s fine. What kind of meetings do you have where you can just have random conversations in the middle?”
“You can interrupt anytime. These guys know what they are doing. We just like to pretend we’re a formal company.”
Chuckling, they hung up.
Makenzie was in the shower, washing herself at light speed. Jumping out, she slathered on moisturizer everywhere but her face. Slipping on pink boy shorts and matching bra, she opted for a broomstick skirt in a chocolate hue. She tossed on a peasant shirt, cream and embroidered at the neck in greens and gold thread. Putting on chunky bracelets and earrings in wood, she slipped on a pair of espadrille sandals. Her makeup was simpl
e, a dust of mineral powder to remove shine and eye shadow, a sweep of gold and dark-brown eyeliner. Lip gloss was last, and she applied ChapStick first to ensure her lips were soft.
Just as soon as she finished, the doorbell rang. Of course it was Charyn, with one addition. Deven. He smirked slightly, shaking her hand. She was a polite hostess, offering food and drink, as any good southern girl learned at birth. They both were happy to eat, considering Charyn refused lunch hour to get finished with the meeting faster. She served the quiche Charli left behind, with Deven’s lip smacking showing how much he appreciated the good meal. Mak took her phone and texted Charli, telling her how much the food was enjoyed. Charli’s text back was a code of slang and shorthand, the gist being she was coming over.
Makenzie looked at Deven. “She said she will take her thanks in person.”
Deven replied, “Can’t wait to meet her.” He smiled wickedly, and Mak knew she was about to see fireworks. Too bad they were going to be in the middle of her living room.
By the time Mak cleared the table off, Charli was there, knocking at the door. She looked back towards the table, intending to ask Charyn to let her friend in, but Deven beat him to the punch. The door opened and Charli sauntered in, still fab in the same cream jumpsuit. This time, she paired the jumper with a gold-toned sandal atop five-inch heels. The look was fully accessorized at the wrists, ears, and throat with hammered gold plate.
Makenzie could see the sparks flying off the pair on sight, and hoped no one got hurt. The pair of them superficially appeared to be opposites, but underneath she thought they approached life nearly the same. Charli took a fly-by-the-seat approach to life, and the only school she attended was for hard knocks. But she had contingencies for every endeavor she went on. Her decision-making process was just unusually fast. Charli was the type to make her mind up before most knew what they were facing.
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