by Tess Summers
Going around the bar, he placed his hands on her hips and tentatively pulled her back into him, whispering in her ear, “Relax, Scout. There’s no pressure to do anything you don’t want to do.”
With her in his arms, Ben swayed gently back and forth to a silent song in an attempt to put her at ease. It must have worked, because she tilted her head against his shoulder, and he felt her body soften. Slowly, he turned her to face him and caressed her cheek with the fingertips of his right hand while the left one remained on her hip.
“No pressure,” he reiterated softly.
Her smile seemed to be one of embarrassment. “I know. I’m… a little nervous. My liquid courage has worn off, and I’m feeling… I don’t know. Vulnerable, I guess.”
He’d been with women who he knew were feeling exposed, but never with one who was actually confident enough, in an ironic way, to verbalize it.
“Baby girl, we don’t have to do—” He was cut off by Harper abruptly fisting the material of his striped oxford to pull him closer and kiss him. He brought his arms around her and returned the kiss, and was met with her subtly grinding her body against his.
Well, okay then. She’d effectively answered that question.
****
Harper
Ben was turning out to be not at all what she’d thought he was when she first met him. Oh, he was still sexy as hell, and she definitely wanted to ride him six ways ’til Sunday, but he was more of a gentleman than she’d pegged him to be, and he was proving to be way smarter than what she’d originally given him credit for.
“So, Scout, what are we drinking?” he asked when they broke their kiss behind the bar.
He’d called her that earlier, but she’d thought maybe she hadn’t heard him correctly. “Scout?”
“Scout Finch—the narrator in To Kill a Mockingbird. One of my favorite books.”
That surprised her. It was not at all what she’d expected from the burly guy in the leather jacket with naughty dimples when he smiled.
“I’m familiar. My parents actually named me after Harper Lee. My daddy used to call me Scout, too. My grandfather still does.” She smiled at the memory.
“It suits you.”
“How does the nickname for a six-year tomboy protagonist in a Pulitzer Prize-winning book suit a grown woman?” she scoffed.
He stroked his beard, smiling like she amused him.
“Well, she’s smart. Opinionated. Confident. Has a good heart, but tells it like it is, and isn’t concerned about societal rules. If that’s not you, Harper Finch, I don’t know what is.”
How had he gathered all that about her in the short time they’d spent together? She wasn’t sure if she believed what he’d said, but it was flattering, nonetheless. That he’d taken the time to notice those things about her, and not only her physical attributes, said a lot about the man.
And it made her want to fuck him even more. I just met him tonight—this is so slutty. But, looking at his inked-up arms and sexy silver watch, she didn’t care. At that moment, all she cared about was feeling his naked body on hers.
Honey started barking at the sliding glass door. Harper let the cocker spaniel inside, then got her a dental bone, and made sure she was situated happily on her dog bed before turning back to Ben, who’d been watching her intently—making her even more self-conscious.
“Do you want to see the rest of the house?” she asked as seductively as she could.
“Lead the way,” he said, with one hand on the small of her back and one motioning in front of them.
Harper hoped the pointed look she gave him conveyed her meaning—by house, I mean my bedroom, naked. Still, she kept up the pretense and showed him the floorplan. She was proud of her place—she’d bought it as a sort of affirmation that she would be fine on her own after her divorce. The three-bedroom wasn’t on the beach, but that was okay—her next home would be.
They were approaching the master suite, and she slowed their pace as she took mental stock of whether she’d made her bed that morning. She usually did, but if she was running late, it was forgotten in favor of making it to the office on time. Luckily, she’d gotten up early enough this morning, even though she had taken Honey on an extra-long walk in anticipation of having to go to tonight’s party. She knew she wouldn’t have a lot of time to spend with the dog after work.
He seemed to take her dragging her feet as a sign that she was having second thoughts, and pulled her into his arms.
“We don’t have to do anything tonight, Scout. I’m happy simply being here spending time with you.”
He really needed to knock it off with his good-guy routine. Her ovaries couldn’t stand much more of it.
“I’m having a great time, too, but I seem to recall you promising me so many orgasms that I’d lose count…”
One corner of his mouth lifted in an adorable smirk, and without warning, Ben scooped her up in his arms like she was a bride, and carried her over the bedroom threshold, leaving the ‘good guy’ in the hallway outside.
Hello, dominant alpha male.
He set her down near her bed; one of her shoes had fallen off when he picked her up, so she kicked the other off, making her noticeably shorter than Ben’s six-foot frame.
“You’re a tiny little thing, aren’t you?” he asked, towering over her.
“I guess, compared to you.”
Briefly, she thought their size difference might make him handle her with kid gloves. But fortunately, that wasn’t the case, and he whispered in her ear as he tugged her silk blouse out of her skirt’s waistband, “Take this off or I’m going to rip it off.”
Unfortunately, it was one of her favorites or she would’ve taken him up on the offer.
She turned on the bedside lamp, shut the overhead light off, and began unbuttoning the jeweled buttons of her shirt while he did the same with his striped oxford. He stopped suddenly when she undid the last one and stood in front of him with her shirt open in her lacy, nude-colored bra. Normally she would have been self-conscious—especially since beige had to be the unsexiest underwear color—but the way he was staring at her made her feel gorgeous and emboldened.
Shrugging out of the blouse, she let it drop on the floor, then turned the skirt around her waist and undid the buttons and zipper from the front. Soon it was in a heap next to her shirt, and she was standing before him in nothing but beige panties and bra. At least they matched.
Ben unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, and she caught her breath, consciously willing her mouth to close. He was unlike any man she’d ever seen in real life—he could give the sexiest model a run for his money. The ink adorning his well-defined arms and chest made him look dangerous, and his chiseled core was mouth-watering, right down to the V-lines on his Adonis belt. She wanted to run her tongue over them on her way to that bulge underneath his pants, which he had pressed against her ass earlier tonight with such promise.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he breathed and took a step toward her.
“So are you.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but in the quiet of the room, she knew he’d heard her.
“I don’t know if I can be gentle with you.”
Harper covered the remaining distance between them and traced her nails along his stomach, lightly scratching him as she did.
“So don’t be.”
Chapter Eight
Ben
Challenge accepted, little one.
Grabbing a handful of hair, he held her head still as he ravaged her mouth with his. His desire for her had been pent up all night, and now it boiled to the surface. She frantically began fumbling for the button on his slacks and managed to get his pants open and the zipper tugged down. They easily slid to his ankles, and he awkwardly toed his socks off and stepped out of his slacks, still kissing her. Gently pushing her backward on the bed, he enveloped her tiny body with his. The feeling of their bare skin making contact was electric.
She was electric as she arched against him.
> Burrowing his face into her neck, he nipped her skin while his hands explored her curves. Her little noises were sexy, and he tugged the cups of her bra down to expose her tits. He swiftly dove headfirst into them—sucking, licking, biting, tasting. Harper clutched the back of his head and bowed her body off the bed, pressing her hips into his. He could feel the heat of her desire against his hard cock, and he had to will himself not to fuck her right then. The way she was pushing against him, she was amenable to it.
With one hand, Ben pushed her panties down her thighs, and she lifted her butt to help him slide them off. He reached between her legs and began to explore her folds, groaning out loud when he found her soaked. His cock was leaking with how badly he wanted to be inside her.
As he rubbed circles on her swollen clit, Harper began to pant, “Ben, please…”
With his other hand, he pushed her nipple into his mouth and began to suck. He released it with a pop! and smirked at her. “Please what, Scout?”
She pressed her pussy into his hand. “Please fuck me. God, I need you so badly.”
The feeling was mutual.
He leaned over the bed and rifled through his pants pocket to find his wallet and pulled out a condom. She put her fingers under his waistband and pulled his boxer briefs off while he tore open the square black package, rolling the latex on in record time.
With her arms wrapped around his back, Harper pulled him on top of her as she lay back. Ben leaned on his forearms and positioned his cock against her entrance, then filled her with one swift motion. They moaned in unison at the sensation, and he held still—letting her get used to his size—before slowly thrusting in and out of her wet pussy.
Fuck, she feels incredible, he thought with his eyes closed as he rhythmically plunged in and out of her. He had to pause to regroup so he didn’t blow his load right then.
Ben sat back on his knees and began to fondle her clit with his thumb, thrusting shallowly inside her. He felt her cunt grip his cock, and while he continued his ministrations on her knot, she began to make demands.
“Harder!”
He happily obliged, causing her to pant, “Don’t stop. Oh god, don’t stop!” Then she began to shudder and thrash underneath him. It was sexy as fuck to behold, and he gripped her hips and began to drill her hard, his balls slapping her ass until he erupted inside her with a long grunt.
“Fuck, Scout,” he panted as his body collapsed on hers.
Her nails skimmed up and down his back while she purred into his ear, “Mmm, that was amazing.”
Ben pulled out and disappeared to deal with the condom, returning with the towel he’d grabbed from the towel rack in her bathroom. Instead of handing it to her, he began to gently wipe between her legs, and the little minx spread her legs and whimpered at his touch.
He knew right then that he wasn’t going to be getting much sleep tonight.
Hell yeah.
****
Harper
It had been too long since she’d had sex; she woke up sore the next day. Gloriously, wonderfully sore. Ben had rocked her world, multiple times, as promised. He was especially skilled with his tongue, which she had discovered after he cleaned her up with a towel after the first time they had sex.
She’d moaned when he began to rub the fabric over her pussy, and he had quickly positioned himself between her legs then took his time licking her up and down and side to side. Swirling his tongue around her clit and between her folds, he gave commentary as he pleasured her.
“You’ve got the prettiest pussy, Scout,” he murmured as he slid a finger inside her. “So tight,” he growled, adding another finger.
His fingers and tongue worked in unison to bring her to the edge of orgasm, then he slowed down, pulling her back from the brink. She thought he wanted reciprocation and tried to move to touch him. He pressed a hand on her stomach.
“Lay the fuck still,” he warned with a growl and pushed her legs farther apart. With both hands, he spread her open and resumed his oral attention. He finally let her come—not once, not twice, but three times before crawling up her body and wrapping her in a warm embrace.
She felt his hardness against her hip and wanted to return the favor. With a seductive grin, Harper began kissing down his core until she was nestled between his legs.
His cock was glorious—thick and straight with just the right amount of veins, and even though he’d exhausted her, she eagerly went about sucking him. His grunts and dirty words of appreciation spurred her on. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting his salty musk, then without preamble, took him deep into her throat until her nose was pressed against his stomach.
“Oh fuck!” he groaned, then twisted her hair around his fist and began to guide her head up and down to a rhythm that suited him. His dominance was sexy, and she was so turned on by how he was taking charge.
It was dirty as fuck when he held her head still between his hands and began to pump into her mouth. Submitting to him was sexy, and she was once again drenched with arousal.
“Yeah, take it. All of it.”
This man who had been such a gentleman earlier was now using her as a fuck toy, and she loved it. She reached between her legs and began to play with her clit.
“I’m going to come,” he grunted. “Get ready for it, slut.”
Oh my god. She should be offended, but instead she found it hot and dirty. Then he painted her face with his seed—without her permission even—and she climaxed within seconds of him.
His chest was heaving as he looked down at her cum-covered face and caressed his thumb across her bottom lip. She sucked the tip into her mouth and stared up at him, and he groaned out loud, then closed his eyes.
“Fuuuuckk…” Ben said with a gasp, and blindly reached for his oxford on the floor. Retrieving it, he wiped her face tenderly then pulled her on top of his chest.
“You are a dirty, dirty girl, Scout,” he growled into her hair while wrapping his arms around her. “I love it.” He kissed her temple sweetly.
The gentleman was back, and she found that comforting. But damn did she like the dirty dom side of him, too.
Chapter Nine
Ben
He fell asleep in the early morning hours, satiated, with a beautiful, naked woman in his arms. His last thought before dozing off was, What a great night.
The bedside clock said ten a.m. when he woke. Ben reached over, fully expecting to find his sleeping beauty to spoon, but the bed was empty. It took a second for his brain to process that she hadn’t ditched him—this was her house, after all—then he slowly got out of bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom, naked as the day he was born.
When he returned and glanced around for his underwear, he found a fluffy white robe laid out on the chair next to the bed, but his clothes were missing. Taking the hint, he put it on and ventured into the rest of the house, hoping to find breakfast sizzling for him with Harper in front of the stove in nothing but an apron and high heels.
Hey, it was his fantasy.
‘Disappointed’ could hardly describe how he felt when he walked into the kitchen to find nothing but a pot of coffee for him. There was no Harper anywhere to be found.
Maybe she had taken the dog for a morning run. He knew she didn’t get that body without working out. Speaking of which, I’d probably better hit the gym today. He hadn’t been since Wednesday when he’d hit the bag in frustration after work and his conversation with Jumper.
The French doors leading outside opened, and in walked Harper Finch, coffee mug in hand, wearing a short, baby-pink silk robe tied at the waist. She wasn’t wearing a stitch of makeup, and her hair was piled high on her head. She was fucking gorgeous.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” she said with a big smile when she noticed him.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Ben reached for her, and she immediately entered his arms—her face on his chest as he kissed the top of her head while his arms closed around her. “You’re up early. I’ll have to do a better job o
f wearing you out next time.”
“Oh, you did an excellent job. A-plus.” Harper leaned back to look at him with a sly grin. “I had to get up to let Honey out this morning, and wanted to get a little work done while you were still sleeping. I’ll probably take a nap this afternoon.”
“Want some company?”
The minute he said it, he wanted to take it back. Not because he didn’t mean it, but come on—inviting himself for an afternoon nap the next day? That was so against protocol. One-Night Stand 101 said he should be gathering his things and going home.
Except he didn’t want this to be a one-night stand, and he wasn’t ready to go home yet. He wanted to spend the day with her. Hell, the weekend, if she’d let him. But she might have other ideas and want him to leave.
To his surprise, she put her head back on his chest and murmured, “I’d love some.”
He held her quietly for a few minutes, then asked, “Are you done working? Wanna go get breakfast?”
“I’ve got a little bit more to do then I’m done for the day.”
“Lunch then?”
“Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”
“Great. Where do you want to go?”
She named Figurino’s—a little family Italian place he was familiar with.
“I’ll get out of your hair… I just, uh, need to know where my clothes are.”
“Oh! Of course,” she said with a tinkling laugh. “They’re in the laundry room. They might still be damp, although I put them in Rowzee after I washed them.”
“What’s Rowzee?”
“It’s a machine that dries and irons your clothes. You take your clothes out of the washer, hang them up on the rack, and voila! Your clothes are dried, neatly pressed, and wrinkle-free.”
“I might need one of those. Where’d you get it?”
“I don’t think you can get one in the US yet. I had mine shipped from the United Kingdom. Worth every cent.”