“I do. A lot.”
“I spared you this time, Miranda, but I can’t tell you how much I was dying to bite your ass.”
“Jesus Christ,” she yelps.
“I bet you Henry and Curtis have never sunk their teeth into your plump cheeks while finger-fucking you from behind.”
“Uh-uh.”
“I guess that’ll be another first when I do that to you.”
“Hunter, I’m so completely turned on right now, I don’t even know what to do with myself.”
It’s game on now.
“Are you wet?”
“I-I’m not sure.” She hesitates.
“You know. Don’t lie to me. Your voice is veiled with lust, sweetheart, there’s no way your pussy can remain unaffected. I want you to slide your hand up your thighs until you reach your pussy and tell if you’re wet.”
“I’m freaking soaking.” Whoa. I’m impressed. It didn’t take her nearly as long as I thought to be comfortable with phone sex.
I grunt. That’s exactly how I want you. “I want you to play with your juices, but don’t touch your clit yet. Circle around it.”
“Ah.”
“That’s it, sweetie. If you don’t learn how to pleasure yourself, how will you know when a guy’s doing it well?”
“Ahhh.” Her moan is deeper and longer than the last.
“Do you like it?”
“It feels so good,” she pants.
“Squeeze your legs around your hand. It’ll bring a rush of blood to your pussy and it’ll be even better.”
“Oh, my fucking God,” she gasps. I guess she’s forgotten all about the limitations she imposed on herself. Every time a woman challenges me like this, I’m always quick to prove her wrong.
“Is your heart beating fast?”
“A mile a minute.” Her answer comes quick. Wow.
She’s so fucking aroused, she could most likely slide right out of that chair. Christ. I’m dying to jerk off, but I know if I put my hand around my cock, I won’t last. She has to come first.
“I want you to grab your tit with your free hand and I want you to grope at it and then squeeze your nipple.”
“Mmm…”
“You’re enjoying this?”
“Since you’re not here to lick my nipples, I have to take care of business on my own.” Damn her for being this audacious.
Huh? “What do you mean?”
“I’m grabbing my left boob, since my right hand is busy, lifting it to my mouth and I’m sucking on my own—” Holy fuck. A charged thrill runs through me like lightning just hearing her uninhibited confession. Jesus. I doubt I’ll ever be able to get that imagery out of my head. “I love feeling your strong hands all over my body. I wish they were on me right now.”
And she said she couldn’t do phone sex. “Miranda, you’re making me so horny, I could drill a hole in this mattress with my cock. I wish you could feel how hard I am.”
“Are you touching yourself?” she pants.
I was going to wait a bit longer, but her invitation is impossible to resist. “I am now.” I grab my cock, stroking up and down my shaft, doing my best to steady my tempo to avoid coming too fast.
“I bet you’re huge.”
You’ve got that right. “You’re dying to know, aren’t you?” I struggle to steady my voice.
She let out a short, breathy laugh that’s so seductive. “Oh, yeah… I could feel you pressing against my leg the other night. I was too shy to reach out for you, but I really wanted to.”
“Don’t worry. Soon you’ll be able to play with my cock as much as you want.”
“Promise?”
Shit. Just when I think I’ve figured her all out, she throws a curveball at me. “You can count on it. Now, touch your clit. Is it as hard as I think it is?”
“Yes,” she hisses.
Goddammit, I’m going to explode. “I love feeling your hard clit against my tongue. You taste so fucking good.”
“Ergh. I don’t think I can take this anymore. My body is overheating. I’m sweating like crazy. I feel like I’m going to combust. My nipples are so hard they almost hurt. Please, Hunter, make me come.”
“I’m not going to do a thing, sweetie. You’re going to listen to your body and you’re going to rub your clit and gyrate those hips until you climax all over your hand wishing it were me taking you over the edge.” I’m surprised by the rawness of my words. Hearing the carnal desire in my voice only tightens my balls even more.
“Oh, God,” she pants.
“That’s it. Keep rubbing your clit.”
“Oh, shit.”
I can hear her chair squeaking and I can only imagine her fingers circling her clit round and round and round. Fuck. I stroke my dick harder while trying my darnedest to hold my breath as if to avoid missing one second of her taking pleasure at her own hand.
“Are you close, baby?” I doubt I can hold it much longer.
“Ohhh. Ahhhh,” she gasps. “I’m com—” She doesn’t even have time to finish her sentence. I’m not too far. I slide my hand up and down my cock frantically as my balls become unbearably tight. “Hunter.” That’s it. I choke my cock and struggle to keep my voice down to a low groan, but it’s in vain. My fate is sealed the second she yells out my name. I let out a loud grunt as I come violently in the palm of my hand.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” My body begins to shake uncontrollably, lost in pleasure. Holy hell, that was amazing. Miranda is silent on the other end, but I can hear her breath through the speaker. I’m surprised considering how heavy I’m wheezing myself. I could stop here, but it would go against everything I stand for as a man. “I want you to slide the fingers that were inside your pussy into your mouth and I want you to lick loud enough for me to hear.”
“You haven’t even allowed me time to catch my breath,” she protests. “Is there no end to your madness, Professor Evans?”
“Not when it comes to you.” I roll to my side and extend my arm to grab my discarded shorts to clean up. Fuck, that’s quite the load.
She rewards me well. She licks her fingers voraciously and I close my eyes to soak in the moment. Damn.
“I much prefer when you stick your fingers inside my mouth before kissing me.”
“We can definitely do that again the next time I see you,” I mock.
“So I did okay with my first three lessons?” It’s not a question. She knows she aced this.
“Someone’s cocky. You did more than okay. You were freaking amazing.”
“You weren’t bad yourself.” She giggles. Then she goes quiet on me.
“You’re still there?”
“I am. Hunter…” She hesitates. “I really want to thank you.”
“What for?” I tease.
“For teaching me how to pleasure myself. I had kind of given up.”
“It was good for me too. Is it okay if I push you further next time?”
“Absolutely. Bring it on,” she declares boldly. I laugh. “Are you still coming back to LA at the end of the week?”
“I am.”
“Is my next lesson on Friday night, then?”
I laugh. “In your dreams. I’ll call you tomorrow night and we’re doing this again. You lied to me. You’re a freaking pro at phone sex.”
“What can I say? You’re a pretty formidable teacher.”
“Keep up with the flattery. It works. I’d love to see you on Friday when I get back.” No sooner do the words leave my mouth that I remember Brianna. Shit.
“So would I,” she replies.
Well, it’s too late now. I was supposed to meet with Brianna on Friday. I’ll cancel with her and I’ll have to figure out how to manage her.
I usually hook up with Brianna Cassidy when I’m in town. It’s strictly sex and it’s been going on for a year now since we met at a barbecue at Shane’s house. I’ve already been with her twice since I’ve been back to Cali. Between dealing with my grandmother’s passing, Jake and Allison becoming a cou
ple—therefore me bowing out of one of the most salacious interludes between Jake, me and another woman—and the boost in business, it’s been quiet for me at the ranch. Other than the occasional trip on Saturday nights to Denver for a night of fun, I’ve been a good boy.
When I landed here a little over a week ago, I was very horny and due for some dirty debauchery and no one does it better than Brianna. She usually texts me every day hoping I might give her more, but I’ve limited things with her to once a week—except for last week. Brianna’s appetite for sex matches Collin’s. She’s older than I am. At thirty-two, she’s more determined to remain single than most men I know and everything goes with her. I mean everything. During the last year, she’s brought many of her girlfriends to play with us. Some I’ve fucked, others just watched and a few played together while I fucked Brianna. She’s easy-going and knowing her, she must have two if not three cocks she’s riding other than mine. She makes for the perfect booty call, but Miranda is untouched and too tempting to pass up.
“It’s a date then. I’ll talk to you tomorrow night. We’ve got plenty of time to figure out what we’ll do when I get back in town.”
“Sounds good,” she cheers. “Sweet dreams.”
“If you’re in them, how can they not be?”
CHAPTER SIX
Miranda
I arrive at Jess’ house at eight o’clock. It’s already my fourth day at Food TV. For the first time since I started, I feel like I have a handle on my day. I’ve brought down my coffee intake from five cups a day down to only two. Finally, I’m getting used to Riley’s breakneck pace and I don’t feel so frazzled trying to keep up with her.
After work, I rushed home using the back road Hunter shared with me to cut through LA’s horrendous traffic. I ditched the corporate look and changed into something more casual, grabbed the toasted coconut pound cake I prepared last night and hit the road again. It’s girls’ night in tonight. Kevin is out with some friends at a basketball game and Michelle is coming over because her boyfriend, Dominic, is in London on a photoshoot.
Michelle has been dating Dominic Giuliani for two years now. He’s one of the most sought-after male models in the industry and he loves Michelle to pieces. He’s from northern Italy and the combination of dark hair, olive complexion and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen make him a force to be reckoned with in the modeling industry. Every designer wants to work with him and every photographer wants to capture his gorgeous face on camera. The two of them met in Milan when Michelle was there on a shopping spree for the boutique. She has a few invaluable contacts in the land of über-fashion. When she got wind of a factory that was selling overstock at a ridiculous price, Michelle was on the next flight out. It’s different from her regular stock, but she had a long list of clients who’d fight tooth and nail for those Italian exclusives.
She met Dominic in the most romantic way. She had stopped for espresso and lunch after a long morning of buying at a little bistro. She was sitting alone and so was Dominic. A few furtive looks here and there and before long they were hanging out together for the duration of her trip. It didn’t take long for them to fall head over heels for each other. Dominic left everything behind in Italy to be with her. In a world filled with temptations, it’s amazing to see how devoted he is to Michelle.
I park my electric-blue Volkswagen right behind Jess’ bright red Mini Cooper. Michelle’s white BMW convertible is parked right next to her sister’s car. Evidently, all three of us have a thing for European cars. The only difference between my car and the Edgewood sisters’ cars is the fact that Michelle and Jess’ vehicles are brand spanking new models while I scraped to buy mine, used, when I moved here to LA. What a contrast. I’m in no position to upgrade it every other year like they are. My trusty little Beetle is already five years old now and not all that glamorous anymore, but it gets me around fine.
Before I even open the door, Jess is trampling down the stairs towards me, screaming out the nickname I dislike with her sister Michelle in tow.
“Mimi!”
“It’s Miranda,” I scorn. “You know I don’t like you to shorten my name.”
“You’re no fun. In any case, I’m so happy to see you, girl. It’s been so long,” she says, grabbing my handbag from my hand as I struggle to get out of my car with the cake and the bottles of wine I picked up on the way over.
“Jess, you know how hectic the first week at a new job is,” I offer as an explanation as opposed to being upfront about the reason why I’ve been rushing home every night after work. I close my door behind me and click the alarm button on my keys, counting my blessings that I didn’t drop the wine.
“I can’t wait to hear all about it. Your brief text messages didn’t give me much to go by. I want you to share every single detail and most importantly I want to know if you already have your eye on a couple hot celebrity chefs.”
I roll my eyes at her. “You’re impossible. I haven’t even been at that job for a week yet and you’re already playing matchmaker.”
I still haven’t mustered up the courage to tell Jessica about Hunter. I thought of calling her during the week, but I figured since we had planned on meeting tonight, it might be easier just to have this conversation face to face. Michelle wasn’t supposed to be here. It was a last-minute decision because she was feeling a little lonely with her boyfriend being away. It’s no big deal, really. She’s like a big sister to me. She’ll find out eventually—it might as well be tonight.
“Miranda, honey, let me grab that wine from you. I don’t want you to drop the good stuff.” Michelle approaches me with a huge grin as I climb the stairs behind Jess. She leans down to drop a kiss on each one of my cheeks before taking the bottles from me.
“Thanks, Michelle. How are you?”
“I’m good. FYI, you looked absolutely spectacular at the gala and my sister confirmed the photos you sent didn’t even do you justice. Nikki’s selection for you was spot on. I want you to divulge all of the details from that night. And you must share about your naughty hook-up.”
Huh? I stop dead in my tracks, shocked by Michelle’s comment. “What hook-up?”
“Jessica told me about the tall, ruggedly handsome bald guy you were dancing with. You know… the one you ended up making out with.”
What the fuck? “I never said that,” I huff. “I swear Jessica should consider becoming a screenwriter because she has such a fertile imagination.” I shout the last part to make sure Jess hears me.
“I might have slightly embellished things since you weren’t that forthcoming when you got back to the limo with your hair out of place and your lipstick a little smeared,” Jessica throws over her shoulder as she walks into her house. “Don’t think I didn’t notice. I just chose not to say anything in front of my boyfriend. What else was I to assume? You went missing for a couple of hours and you were definitely sporting a glow at the end of the night. Why do you think I turned on the light in the limo? Your eyes were sparkling and I needed proof a man had had his way with you. That must’ve been quite the kiss. Did you let him get to second base?”
You’ve got part of the equation right, but you’re dead wrong when it comes to the guy.
“You can’t keep making up stuff like that. People might believe you,” I say, slightly ticked off.
“Don’t worry about it, that’s why we’re here tonight. We’re going to have an amazing dinner, enjoy great wine, indulge in delectable desserts, chill out to some soothing music and you, my dear, are going to spill your guts about the new job and about this man I saw you with. I didn’t want to push you Sunday when we went hiking because it’s not something I wanted to take on in front of Kevin, but I’m sure there’s something because you’ve been quite tightlipped about it and that’s so uncharacteristic of you. You’re always so excited to talk about a new guy you have your eye on. This one must be special.”
Oh, you have no idea.
* * *
Jessica, Michelle and I are finishing off the la
st bite of an absolutely amazing meal. Jess set up a beautiful table on the deck in her backyard. As a makeup artist, she always goes a little overboard when it comes to presentation. I normally would enjoy teasing her about her over-the-top setup just for the three of us on a weeknight, but this is such a beautiful night, I really can’t blame her for going the distance.
“Jess, your chicken with sun-dried tomato cream sauce is to die for,” I say, still licking my lips.
“Is that why you had three portions?”
“Yup.” I beam proudly.
“Sis, Miranda’s right. Wow. That was seriously insane. To think I was going to have crappy take-out tonight. Thanks for the invite.” Michelle laughs.
“Thanks, guys. It’s really a deceptively easy recipe to make.”
“Well, you’ve perfected it. And let’s talk about this baguette,” I say, scooping up the sauce still floating on my plate. “Holy smokes, it’s heavenly.”
“I know, right? It’s the whole wood-oven charred thing.”
“That sounds too complicated. I’ll just call it damn good.” Michelle smiles into her next bite.
“I wish I worked where you do,” I say. “I’d stop at Stone-Baked Bakery every day. That bread is as deadly delicious as those crusty loaves I buy at the Santa Monica market… as long as I get there in time before the baker sells out.”
“Once you go artisan bread, you can’t go back.”
“Uh-huh.” Both Michelle and I nod our response.
I reach out to polish off the last drop of my wine while bobbing my head to the sultry beat. We’re sitting here in a rare moment of silence, enjoying a YouTube playlist of this new kickass DJ Jess discovered not long ago, blaring from her outdoor speakers. We haven’t been able to shut up since we sat down. We’ve been too busy talking about my new job and my charismatic boss. Of course, I carefully omitted to mention the Riley-Hunter connection.
After bursting Jess’ bubble about my chances of hooking up with one of the celebrity chefs at Food TV, we focused on Michelle’s exciting news. It seems Ray finally managed to grow balls and he found the courage to ask Jeffrey, the barista from Dark Roast Coffee, out on a date. After four weeks of salivating over this cute guy, Ray was finally able to turn his fantasy into reality on Tuesday night.
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