Surprise, Surprise

by Anita Kidesu

  Before she had her thong down to her knees, he had his underwear off. She didn’t even get a good look at his cock. Dammit. The bed dipped when he knelt between her legs, removing her thong and tossing it over his shoulder.

  As he simply stared at her pussy, heat rose from her tips of her toes to her face. For a man who was in such a hurry a few moments ago, he sure was taking his sweet time getting down to business. But he hadn’t taken the time the first night they’d had sex. He’d been more interested in her breasts and how he could make her come by sucking on them.

  “Gorgeous,” Bart said, pushing her knees apart. “So wet. So ready for me.”

  Reenie hitched in a breath and arched her back when he ran a finger along her folds. She wanted to pull him to her, and urge that beautiful, long, hard cock inside her. He dipped down, and a whimper escaped from her throat as he slid his tongue up one side of her pussy lips, then the other, finally settling at her throbbing clit. He swirled his tongue around the aching nub. When he reached up and teased her nipples while nipping at her clit, all reason became a blur. Her mind focused on the heat, the fire raging through her body.

  Bart ran his tongue along her folds to her opening, and he delved in with his tongue before lapping back to her clit. Over and over, he made the trip until the unrelenting pleasure built inside her until it burst forth in an Earth-shattering orgasm. She grabbed his hair and bit her lip to keep from screaming as her orgasm slammed through her body, hitting every nerve ending from her toes to her hair follicles.

  With her pussy clenching and wanting something more, she pulled Bart’s face from between her legs. “I want you in me now,” she managed to say between clenched teeth.

  “My pleasure.”

  She watched Bart tuck the skirt fabric into the front of his waistband. Pre-cum dripped from the purple head of his fully erect penis. The veins pulsed as if in anticipation of what was to come. He tucked his fingers into his waistband and came up with a packaged condom. With a speed that she would probably admire later, he tore open the package and slid the condom down his cock.

  “Prepared this time?” she asked.

  Bart grinned and knelt between her legs. “Always.”

  The tip of his cock pressed against her opening and slid in. The heat of his cock spread through her as he stretched the walls of her pussy. He eased out and pushed into her again, the movements as exciting and familiar as the first time. The weight of his body flattened her breasts as he settled onto his elbows on either side of her head. His mouth met hers, ravaging it with his tongue, mimicking the thrusts of his cock.

  Reenie scraped her fingers through his hair, down his neck, and over his back. She pulled up his skirt, wrapped her legs around his bare ass, and hoped her sandals didn’t leave gouges on his skin.

  The same need coiled tighter and tighter in her until it sprung loose, sending waves of hot, prickly ecstasy through her. Bart’s thrusts gained speed and momentum. He’d released her mouth, making it easier for her to pant and moan her release. With one long, low, ragged growl, Bart stiffened. She tightened her pussy muscles, milking him dry.

  As Bart’s body relaxed against hers, he whooshed the breath from her. His rapidly rising and falling chest kept rhythm with hers. Even after having two orgasms, her nipples tingled as they brushed against his chest.

  “Wow,” he mumbled against her ear, his breath slowing.

  “Wow is right.” She kissed the minuscule scar at the corner of his mouth. How had she missed it before?

  Pushing up on his hands, he gave her a lingering kiss. His eyes seemed to be filled with something she couldn’t identify. Having sex two times with a man did not make him fall in love. Heck, all they’d done so far was have sex. They hadn’t even had a real conversation or a date. Just, “hi” and then they were having sex. Not that she was complaining, because the best sex she’d ever had was with Bart.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, the passion in his eyes saying he was telling the truth.

  Reenie closed her eyes as her heart sang a happy note. Heat rose up her chest to her face. No one had ever said that to her before.

  “Next time, no clothes,” he said, easing from her body. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked over his shoulder at her. He let out a ragged breath. “And I can assure you there will be a next time. A slow, passionate, naked, skin-to-skin, lots-of-touching-and-kissing next time.”

  Would purring like a kitten be a cliché? She rolled to her side and propped her head in her hand. She should be embarrassed with the top and bottom of her dress wrapped around her middle, but she wasn’t. Instead, she wanted to rub her breasts against his muscular back, then reach around and woman-handle his cock until he was ready to come again. Lord knew it wouldn’t take long for her to be ready for him.

  Bart stood. “I need to clean up. Are you hungry? Because I sure as hell am. I would still like to take you to dinner.”

  Joy spread through her. This wasn’t going to be a one shot deal and then he disappeared. “I’m starving, and I’d love to have dinner with you.” She looked down at her disheveled attire. “I think I should change, though.”

  Laughing, Bart walked to the bathroom. “Yeah, that might be a good idea. How about if I go back to my room and change? I’ll come back for you in half an hour.”

  “Make that forty-five minutes,” she said when Bart returned. When he noticed she’d pulled the top of her dress back up, she bit back a smile at the look of disappointment in his eyes.

  Bart picked up his cape, hooked it over his shoulder, and pulled her to him. His lips were hot, demanding, and sent skitters of electricity through her, pooling in her core.

  “That’s to hold me until I return,” he said, breaking from the kiss. With a bow, he opened the door and left the room.

  Reenie leaned against the door and smiled. Holy crap, that man was hot, and she was hot for him. She couldn’t imagine what having unhurried sex with him would be like. Maybe the next time, she’d even be able to touch his cock. Maybe kiss and suck it. Her body tingled at the thought.

  A knock on the door jarred her from her dreams of what the next time would be like. She jumped and slapped a hand over her heart. Who the hell could that be? A jolt of fear zapped through her. Could they have let Perry go?

  “Reenie? I forgot my helmet and shield.”

  She let out a pent-up breath. The voice on the other side of the door was definitely Bart’s. But to be on the safe side, she peered through the peek hole to make sure Perry wasn’t lurking behind him.

  Bart’s crooked smile hitched her heart. She unlocked the door and let him in.

  “Sorry,” he said, stepping into the room and picking up the items he’d left behind. “I was thinking of meeting up with you again and completely forgot.” His grin said he was thinking about more than that, and if he’d been recalling the night’s events as she had, she understood how he could.

  “That’s all right. It’s a good thing I wasn’t in the shower yet.”

  Bart raised an eyebrow. “Not what I would have said, but then I’m a man.”

  Reenie’s pussy fluttered. Hell, yeah, he was a man. More man than she’d ever seen or been with before. She leaned against the open door and tugged on her bottom lip. “I thought you were hungry.” Her stomach let out a timely growl. “I know I am. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten and since having”—she waggled a hand back and forth—“well, you know.”

  Laughing, he put the helmet under his arm. “I get it. I’ll leave you to your shower.” Before he left, he palmed her cheek and swept a kiss over her lips. “One for the road.”

  Reenie closed the door behind him and giggled. “Wow,” she said, closing her eyes and sighing. Could that man kiss.

  Shower. She needed to get in the shower before he returned.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Damn,” Matt muttered the next morning, jumping from bed. His alarm hadn’t gone off and he’d slept late. With only forty-five minutes to shave, shower, gobble down a
doughnut from his stash, and grab his things for the day, he wouldn’t have time to have breakfast with Reenie. He poured water and the required amount of coffee into the coffee maker, hit the start button, and headed to the bathroom to shave and shower.

  As he shaved, a spot of blood appeared on his chin. Rushing and yawning while shaving wasn’t wise, but damn, he was exhausted. He slapped a piece of tissue on the small nick and turned on the shower, testing the water until it finally hit the right temperature. As the hot water sprayed over his tired shoulders, he hummed to himself.

  Last night had turned out better than he’d imagined, even if he and Reenie hadn’t hit the sheets again. She had taken his breath away when she’d answered the door in a soft sweater that brought out the green of her eyes. A pair of tight jeans encased her long legs. Like Jon, Matt loved long legs on women. Matt’s cock responded to a vision of them wrapped around his waist as he buried himself in her.

  Was this the way Jon had felt when he’d come home from the trip meeting for Greece? Like he wanted to smile all the time? Kick his heels in the air and shout out loud? How ironic that they’d both met a woman at nearly the same time who had sent their worlds topsy-turvy.

  After stepping from the shower, Matt dried himself off, pulled on a pair of jeans, and poured a cup of coffee. And also like his brother, he’d failed to get her phone number—well, technically Jon had gotten the phone number, just wiped it from his hand. But unlike him, Matt knew where to find the girl—a few hallways away from his room.

  Even if he didn’t have time to see her this morning, at least he could call her room to see how she was. Or he could be patient and wait until she’d come to his booth today to spend time with him. He wasn’t known as a patient man, so he’d call.

  Matt threw on the rest of his clothes, grabbed his things for the day, and rushed from the room. As he waited for the elevator, he wasn’t thinking about whether he’d sell more books or meet new readers but about the woman who set his blood boiling.

  Over the years, he’d had plenty of dates, slept with plenty of women, but none had affected him like Reenie. Last night had flown by as they talked and laughed about their lives. After eating dinner, they’d gone to a hotel bar, drinking and exchanging stories.

  He was impressed at her degree in nursing, commiserated about her over-protective mother, and laughed at stories of some of her more interesting patients. Matt shared how it was to move from Wisconsin to Texas his senior year in high school. He’d missed his friends and had been angry with his parents for uprooting him. They teased about the sport teams they followed—he the Green Bay Packers and Wisconsin Badgers, she the Dallas Cowboys.

  As much fun as he’d had while getting to know Reenie, he had been frustrated at the number of interruptions from people wanting to stop and talk. Many had been at his booth and wanted to learn more about his books. While he knew promotion was important, he wanted to yell at them to leave him alone.

  Before they’d known it, the bar had closed for the night. An evening with a woman had never gone so fast. Hand-in-hand, he’d walked her to her room. As much as he’d wanted to join her in bed again, her jaw-cracking yawn had made him realize how tired he’d been, too.

  After a lingering kiss that had spiked his libido enough to overcome his exhaustion, he’d reminded her there were still two days left for the convention. After getting her promise to stop by his table during the day, he’d left her to get some sleep.

  Matt grinned as he rushed down the aisles to his booth. With only minutes to spare, he straightened the tablecloth, stacked books, and tossed swag on the table. With a nod to the woman across the aisle, he pulled out pen and paper and started sketching Reenie’s face from memory. He’d give it to her when she came around.

  As he penciled in her wide eyes, he thought about how he hadn’t revealed his real name but let her continue calling him Bart. Even though he felt comfortable with her and his instincts said she was trustworthy, he hadn’t wanted to tell her he wrote his books with his identical twin brother. Maybe he would tonight.

  Lost in what he was doing, he didn’t notice anyone approach his table until a voice cleared. He pulled himself away from the sultry mouth he was drawing, the mouth that made his knees weak when the thought about kissing her again.

  The woman cleared her throat. Bart drew his attention from the portrait. Shit, it wasn’t Reenie, but the woman from across the aisle. Today, she wore the same type of harem outfit, only in a different color.

  She palmed her hands on the table and leaned forward, looking at his sketch. Any other time, Matt would be interested when a woman’s nearly naked breasts were put in his direct line of sight. But today, the woman’s exposed tits only brought to mind Reenie’s perfect breasts. How they’d felt in his hands. How they’d tasted when he sucked on them. He tamped down his growing cock before standing.

  “Hi. I’m Tammy,” she said, reaching out a hand for him to shake. “I can’t help noticing what a good artist you are.”

  On closer inspection, Matt noticed she wasn’t as old as he first thought, but she still had a few years on him. Years he didn’t particularly want to know about. He took her smaller hand in his. Not a tingle, spark, or glimmer of interest on his part. He refrained from wiping his hand on his pants when he tugged his hand from hers.

  “Thank you.” Irritation ran through him when Tammy turned his sketchpad around and stared at his drawing.

  “She’s beautiful. Is she a character for one of your books?”

  One of the things Eric had taught him about book signings and fans was never to piss off one. Never treat one different from another, but treat them as if they all were the most important fan in the world. If a woman came on to him, he was to treat her like a princess but gently send her on her way. And never, ever take a phone number unless he planned on calling.

  “Yes, she is.” Matt turned the picture back around. “I’m creating a new series, and I believe she’ll be my heroine.”

  Tammy twisted her braid and licked her lips. “I didn’t see you at the party last night. I thought maybe we could have danced.”

  “I’d planned on going, but something had come up, and I missed it.” He wasn’t about to tell her what had come up.

  Swaying her hips from side to side, she looked at him from beneath her lashes, an action that under other circumstances would have piqued his interest. But not today. Her obvious flirtations only made him think of Reenie’s wholesomeness and how she didn’t even know she was flirting with him when she laughed at his lame jokes.

  “Maybe tonight?” she asked.

  “As tempting as that is, I’m afraid not. I worked late last night, and since I’m under a deadline for edits on my next book, my editor will pitch a fit if I don’t work on them tonight.” One of the things Eric had told him that worked to deter over-zealous women was to use edits, deadlines, and editors as an excuse. The writing world was a mystery to most people, and those three words tended to be romantic and impressive to non-writers even if they meant one thing to writers—work.

  “Oh, well, that’s too bad,” she said. Her poorly-executed pout needed some tweaking if she wanted it to mean anything.

  Matt nodded toward her booth. “Looks like you have some customers.”

  Tammy glanced across the aisle and back at Matt, leaning her palms back on the table. Part of one brown nipple peeked from her top. “Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

  He held back a laugh. The second she walked away, his mind was back to the sketch. He knew from the past two days that things didn’t pick up a lot until after lunch. He had a bit of time to add more detail before he met people and sold books.

  A few hours later, Matt rolled his neck and stretched his back. His drawing of Reenie was complete. Instead of her hair being in a long braid, he had made the long, thick strands flow over her shoulders, curling at her breasts. He ran a finger over one high cheekbone. How was it possible to be this intrigued by someone so quickly? A
ll he wanted to do was be with her again, talk to her, make love with her. Where was she? Every time someone came to his table, his heart tripped as he looked up from his paper, hoping it was Reenie.

  Today, someone had come around and taken his lunch order, saving him from having to pack up his moneybag and cover books. They had even promised to watch his booth so he could run to the bathroom. In hopes that she would show up soon, he ordered an extra burger and fries for Reenie. He was hungry enough, that he would be able to eat her portion with no problem if she didn’t show.

  As much as he wanted to see her, he hoped she was getting some badly needed shuteye. Lord knew he could use a few winks himself. As he bit into his hamburger, his heart flipped as he wondered when Reenie would make an appearance.

  ****

  Reenie wrapped her arms around her pillow, trying to hold on to the erotic dream of Bart and her as he rained kisses down her body. She wasn’t lying on the bed but reclining against a shadowed lover. Someone with rock solid abs and an erection pressed against her ass. The shadow played with her breasts and nipples as Bart came closer and closer to her clit. The man behind her was buzzing into her ear.

  Buzzing? Why would he be buzzing? Gradually, Bart and the shadow disappeared as the sound of Reenie’s phone broke into her delicious dream of two lovers. She shook her head to clear her mind. Two lovers? Never in a million years.

  She slapped her hand on the side table until she hit her phone. Her mother. Irritation was her first reaction. Why would she be calling so early in the morning? When she saw the time, she jumped from bed. She’d slept until eleven? That was two mornings in a row. She never slept late, but then she usually didn’t stay up until the wee hours of the morning, either.

  Reenie sighed and swiped her finger across the display pad before her mother gave up. It was better to see what she wanted. From past experience, Reenie knew how irritated Zelda became when she ignored her mother’s calls.

  “Hi, Mom,” she said, plastering a smile on her face, hoping it would make her sound happy to hear from her.