by Dover, L. P.
He breaks away first, his eyes searching mine. “That felt different.”
With a heavy sigh, I close my eyes. “Probably because it was stupid. There’s so many things I want to do right now.”
Tanner grins. “Same. How about I show you?”
Something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention and I look over to see Warren, scowling at us. I’m glad he’s pissed; he deserves it. I thought I cared about hurting him, but there’s something I care about more. I don’t think I’ll be able to rest until I get it.
I bite my lip. “Let’s get out of here.”
Tanner’s brows lift. “You taking me up on my offer?”
It’s now or never. “Might as well. We just have to keep it between us.”
Tanner drapes his arm over my shoulders. “Then what the hell are we waiting on. Let’s get out of here.”
We start for the door and I lean into him. “Your place? Sorry, but no sex in the car. I need space to move around.”
Tanner groans. “Fuck me. You’re killing me already. Don’t know if I can wait until we get back to my house.”
That makes me smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll figure out something.”
The valet brings the car around and Tanner holds my hand as I get in. The electricity that passes between us is undeniable. Once we’re buckled in, he speeds away from the Governor’s mansion.
Placing his hand on my thigh, he begins a slow, torturous path to the inside of my leg. “Spread your legs,” he murmurs, his voice deep and sexy. It’s like my body moves of its own accord. The heat from his hand seeps into my body, making me hot from the inside out.
“What are you doing?” I ask, releasing a shaky breath.
He chuckles low. “Torturing you.”
His hand moves higher and when he feels that I’m not wearing underwear, his eyes darken with need as he looks at me. “You’ve got to be shitting me. This is so fucking hot.”
I shrug. “Couldn’t have underwear lines, now could I?”
Turning his focus back to the road, he pushes his fingers inside me. I grip the handle on the door and suck in a breath. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched like that. My hand tightens around the handle and Tanner groans. “You’re getting so tight. I love it. Just let go.” Never have I ever gotten an orgasm while riding down the road. Just the thought turns me on. My clit tightens and there’s no way I can hold back any longer. Tanner picks up the pace and I slam my head against the seat as my orgasm rocks me from the inside out. He carefully pulls his hand away and chuckles. “Now that was fucking hot.”
I sighed heavily. “Oh yeah?” Looking at his triumphant smile, I can’t get over how sexy he looks all dressed in his tux. I also can’t get over the bulge in his pants.
“Undo your pants,” I say firmly.
His devilish grin grows wider. “Seriously?”
I unbuckle my seat belt. “Very. Now do it.”
Tanner does as I ask and undoes his pants. His cock springs free and I bite my lip. Tonight, is going to be a good night.
“Am I sensing payback?” he teases, eyes twinkling from the passing streetlights.
“Not payback,” I reply. “More like a thank you. I haven’t felt this good in a long time.”
Wrapping my hand firmly around him, I massage him, gliding slowly up and down. He grips the steering wheel tight and his body tenses. “That feels so damn good right now.” Sighing, he lets his head fall back against the head rest, but he keeps his eyes on the road. Moving his hips with my strokes, I can feel him getting harder and pulsating beneath my fingers. Tanner sucks in a breath. “We’re not far from the house.”
Grinning, I lower my head to his lap. “And what does that mean?”
The second my lips close over him, he accelerates the gas. “It means I’m about to rip that dress off of you.”
Swirling my tongue around his tip, I smile because his torturous groans are music to my ears. “Can’t wait,” I whisper, sucking him harder. “I want to feel you inside me.”
I know he’s close to losing control, but he doesn’t. We pull into his driveway and he slams on the brakes. Giggling, I sit up and his eyes are so raw with passion it makes me tremble. He grips the back of my neck and pulls me to him, his mouth feverishly searching mine.
“Is this really what you want?” he asks, nipping my bottom lip.
His eyes search mine and I nod. “Only for tonight.”
The car doors open and the next thing I know I’m in Tanner’s arms as he carries me into his house, his lips on mine the entire time. There’s no time to think about the consequences of our actions. I don’t want to think of them. Just one night. That’s all I want. Then, I’ll never have to think of it again.
Tanner takes me upstairs to his room and tosses me down on his bed, covering me with his body as he kisses me. His lips trail down my neck down to the tops of my breasts. He slides my dress down and bites down on my nipple, suckling it hard.
“I want you so bad right now,” he growls.
His hungered eyes meet mine and I smile. “Help me out of my dress then.” Starting at my hem, he lifts my dress slowly up my body and tosses it onto the floor. The insides of my thighs are drenched and he can see it. I spread my legs to give him more of a view.
Tanner rips off his jacket and pulls at his bowtie. “Dammit, Soph. You really are going to kill me.” Once his tux is off, I tremble at the sight of him.
He starts to settle between my legs, but I shake my head and sit up. “I have a better idea. Why don’t you sit against the headboard?”
Tanner bites his bottom lip. “O-kay. What are you going to do?”
I wink. “You’ll see.”
He does as I say, and I crawl up his legs. Wrapping my hand around his length, I pump him hard and slowly straddle his waist. I’m dying to feel him inside of me. I lower down on top of him, letting just the tip enter me. His hands tighten around my waist.
I take him in fully and his eyes darken as I ride him.
“Fuck it, I can’t take anymore,” he growls, lifting me in his arms. He throws me on the bed, and I squeal, but then he buries his mouth between my legs. Gripping my thighs, he holds me in place as he ravishes me. My orgasm comes quick and I scream, enjoying every wave of pleasure he gives me.
“That felt amazing,” I breathe. “I’ve never gotten two orgasms in one night like this.”
Spreading me wide with his knee, he moans as he trails his lips down my neck to my breasts. “It’s only the beginning.”
Burying his face between my breasts, he kisses and sucks them greedily, pulling on my nipples with his teeth. Like a starved man, he tastes them until they grow raw and sore. It feels achingly good. He pushes the tip of his cock inside of me and then plunges the rest of the way, so hard and deep. Our bodies rock together, and I lose myself. All I can feel is him inside of me and the way my body wants more of him.
Another orgasm builds and judging by his strangled groan he knows I’m about to come again. Instead of leaving me on my back, he wraps his arms around me and lifts me up on his lap. We’re sitting up on his bed with me on top of him. He’s in so deep.
“Ride me,” he commands, never taking his mouth away from my nipple.
Lifting my hips, I sit down on him until I get a good rhythm. My body clenches and I’m so close. Tanner is, too, by the way his cock pulsates inside of me. “I’m going to come,” I warn.
“Keep going, baby. I want to come inside of you.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head and my insides tighten. Just the thought of him releasing inside of me sends me over the edge. It’s so reckless, but I can’t stop myself. “Yes,” I cry breathlessly. His fingers dig into my hips and he holds me down on his cock as we both reach our climax, our bodies melding together. I can feel his release when he comes, all hot and primal as he yells out, his body jerking in spasms. Laying my head on his shoulder, my heart beats out of control.
Taking my arms, Tanner pulls me back so that I
have to look in his eyes. His lips close over mine and he lays me down on the bed, gently pulling out of me. He hovers over me, his electric blue eyes never leaving mine. “Stay with me tonight.”
I want more than just the night, but I can’t allow myself to have those feelings. It’s just sex, that’s it. I don’t want complications. Been there, done that. There was too much at stake getting close to Tanner.
“Okay,” I murmur, “but tomorrow we go back to our normal lives. That’s the deal.”
Tanner licks his lips and focuses on my breasts. “Whatever you say, Soph.” The second he kisses me, I can’t think of anything else besides his mouth on my body. It doesn’t matter how good it feels or what kind of feelings I’m starting to have for him.
When the sun comes up, I’m gone.
8
Tanner
When I bought this land two years ago, I set up a tent on the lot so I could watch the sunrise. Thinking toward the future, I figured my future wife would enjoy lying in bed on the weekends, watching the sun come to life and feel its rays covering us in heat. One week in and I know I’ve made the right decision.
The morning sun penetrates through the French doors. I can feel the warmth of the beams touching my chest. A smile breaks out as I stretch, lifting my arms over my head and emitting a long moan. I’m fucking happy. After years of pining over the one woman who could easily bring me to my knees with one look, she’s finally mine. Last night was everything, more than anything I could’ve ever imagined in my wildest dreams, and my imagination when it comes to Sophie have been pretty damn wild.
My arm falls to my side and my hand reaches for Sophie. And keeps reaching. I turn my head slightly and slowly open my eyes. Her side of the bed is empty, and the sheets are cold. I recall the night before and lift the sheet to make sure my memories are in fact real. I grab her pillow and bring it to my face, inhaling deeply. Fuck, I love how it smells like her, sweet, savory, and like sex.
I throw the sheet and comforter back and slowly rise. My body aches, in all the right spots. Making love to Sophie all night was the best . . . no, it was the only way to end the perfect night. Although, I would’ve given anything to fuck her in the car. I don’t know, there is something about sitting on the leather seat with her straddled around my legs, moving up and down slowly on my hard cock. Maybe next time, because I plan to rent this car again although, Sophie and I could totally test out all the best car positions in the Wrangler. Just thinking about her holding onto the roll bar gives me a stiffy. I slip a pair of shorts on and make my way downstairs, figuring she’s enjoying a cup of coffee on the patio.
“Soph,” I yell out as I make my way through the house. She’s not in the living room, kitchen or on the patio when I step outside. The sun is bright, and I have to use my hand to shield my eyes. I’m hoping to see her shadow down on the dock, but there’s nothing. Confused, I go back into the house and into my office where I turn on the computer and pull up my security camera. I look through the event history and find the footage of her sneaking out of my house under the cloak of darkness. The time stamp says five a.m. I watch as she stands on my front porch until lights enter my driveway. She heads toward the car and gets into the backseat.
“What the fuck?”
I pick up my phone and call her, it rings five times before it goes to voicemail. “It’s Tanner, call me back.” I hang up, but my heart is racing. I’m angry, hurt, and scared. I call her back and get her voicemail again. And again, after my third try. I send her a text.
Me: At least tell me you’re okay!
With no choice, but to wait, I head to the bathroom to take a shower. The Lambo is due back and I’m not interested in getting an additional charge for another day, especially since Sophie isn’t here to enjoy the car with me. My shower is quick and very unsatisfying, which is sad because I have this amazing set up with various faucets meant to give you the ultimate experience and I was really hoping to share this morning’s shower with Sophie. After I’m done, dried and dressed, I check my phone. Nothing. I call again and leave another message, although I’m curt and to the point demanding she call me back. I’m beyond being angry. I’m still pissed, but also a little worried.
I go back to my security camera and save the video in case I need it for later. If something happened to her, if the driver of the car who came and picked her up did something to her . . . no, I refuse to think she’s hurt. I can’t. I’d never be able to live with myself for not waking up when she slipped out of bed.
With the video saved, I grab the keys to the Lambo and head outside. Damn, this car is beautiful and memories from last night come flooding back. Her lips wrapped around my dick as I drove down the street. Hottest fucking thing ever and a complete fantasy come true. Sliding down the leather seat, it molds to me. I need a car like this, one with Italian leather and smells like Sophie. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. Fuck, just smelling her in the car makes me hard.
Once I’m back at the car rental agency, the same clerk from yesterday is working. I half smile when I walk in and set the keys down on top of the counter.
“How was the car?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.
“Great. Exactly what I needed.”
She starts typing and grabs her clipboard, instructing me to follow her outside. We conduct the same walk around we did yesterday, checking for any damage.
“Did you fill the tank?”
“Sure did.”
“Great.” She hands the board to me and tells me to sign. I make sure to read the fine print. The last thing I want is to be on the hook for something, especially with the price tag on this car. I hand everything back to her and notice how she’s leaning against the car. Yeah, I get it, but it’s never going to happen. I bid her goodbye and head to my Wrangler. Before I get behind the wheel, I take a few minutes and drop the top. It’s far too nice to be closed when you don’t need to be.
As soon as I’m on the road, I’m heading back toward town, but instead of going to my place, I go to Sophie’s, stopping at one of the coffee stands to pick up some Joe for the both of us. I’m still uncomfortable with the lack of communication. I’m praying she’s sitting at home, scared, because she feels the same way I do and that there’s nothing to worry about with my sister. What she doesn’t understand is that Ellie should have nothing to do with this. If Sophie and I make each other happy that’s all that matters. I’ve been in love with her since I hit puberty and after last night, I know my feelings are genuine. I don’t want to hook-up with her, I want to wake-up to her every single day.
When I enter her parking lot, I drive by her car slowly. Sure enough, her car is here, and the fear I felt is slowly turning back into anger. I park, shut my car off, and run up to her door. “Open up, Soph. I know you’re in there.” I bang on the wood a few times and wait. I can hear the television and someone shuffling around in there. I swear to God if Warren is in there, I’ll punch the fucker in the face.
The door opens and Sophie stands there, with her long hair in a messy bun. I’d say she’s happy to see me, but something is amiss. Her eyes are bloodshot, and she has dark bags under her eyes. Her mouth drops open to say something. Maybe she’s going to apologize or tell me to get lost. Either way, I don’t give her a chance. I hand her the cup of coffee I picked up for her on my way here.
“No one should start the day without a cup of coffee.”
She takes it and holds it to her chest. “Tanner.”
I hold my hand up. I don’t want an excuse. I want the truth. “Just tell me why you left, Sophie. That’s all I need to know.”
“Do you want to come in?”
I shake my head. “If I come in, I may find a way to seduce you and I have a feeling this isn’t what you want right now, so it’s probably best I stay right here.”
Sophie nods and sighs.
“The reason?”
She sighs again. “You’re my best friend’s brother and she means everything to me. I’m afraid if we get involved, Ellie
will be hurt. I don’t want to lose her. I also don’t want to lose you and I think we should be friends.”
“Friends?” I question. “You want to be friends after what we did all night?”
Sophie blushes. Honestly, I probably am as I well. Last night was the best sex I’ve ever had. I’ve never had someone be so responsive to my touch, someone who could get me hard in seconds, someone who could bring me to my knees. Sophie did all of that and more.
“You know, it was Ellie’s idea we go out,” I remind her.
“No, it was Ellie’s idea you take me to the ball. You’re the one who insisted we spend time together.”
“You wanted to make your ex jealous. It worked didn’t it?”
She nods again. “But . . .”
“No but,” I say with a slight shake of my head. “I like you. I know you like me. I don’t see what my sister has to do with this.”
“She’s my best friend and you’re her brother. It’s not right,” she whispers.
“Right.” I don’t give her a chance to say anything else and walk away. I learned a long time ago, if someone has their mind set, it’s hard to change what they’re thinking. As soon as I’m back in my Jeep, I tell Siri to call my sister.
She picks up, her voice excited. “How was your night?”
“It was great until this morning,” I tell her blandly.
“What happened?”
I leave the parking lot and turn into traffic. My sister is a bit hard to hear because of the wind so I pull over. “You, in a roundabout way.”
Ellie laughs. “What the hell did I do?”
“You met Sophie first. Listen, you know how I feel. I’m head over heels for that woman but she’s afraid she’s going to lose you as her best friend. I get it, Ellie. I do. But dammit. It’s not fair. I want to be with her, but she won’t give me the time of day because of you.”
“Tanner.”
“No, don’t Tanner me. Tell me what I’m supposed to do? Huh? I do this favor for you, spend time with her so everything looks real between us, which means I fall harder for her, and now I’m on the outside again. Tell me, do you care if I date your best friend?”