Worthy

by Lacey Carter Andersen

  Because even though Allie was wrong about me manipulating and using the sexy millionaire, she’s not wrong about me pursuing him. Having money, feeling like his equal, will finally bring me the confidence to approach him. To finally tell him how I feel.

  Taking a deep breath, I knock gently on the door, then wait, my stomach turning.

  A few minutes pass, and the door creaks open.

  I freeze. Owen is in a towel. And holy hell, did I think he was some uptight business man? He does not look like one right now. Not with his sea of bulging muscles dripping with water.

  “Uh, hey,” he says awkwardly. “I thought I had more time.”

  “I like you in a towel,” I blurt out.

  His lips curl into a smile again, and he steps back from the door, letting me come in.

  I hurry inside, and when I look back I’m satisfied to realize he’s staring at my ass. This outfit is working just fine for what I needed it for.

  When he closes the door, he meets my gaze. “I’ll go change.”

  Swallowing the lump in my throat, I try to sound sexy. “Or we could have dessert first?”

  His entire body stiffens, then his gaze sweeps over me. “Anything you want.”

  “Which way to the bedroom?” I say.

  He points, and I try my hardest to strut through the room. Passed the white couches with papers spread on the coffee table, click-clacking with my heels across the solid wood floor. When I step into the room that looks like something out of ‘Decorating for Tightasses,” I whirl around.

  Owen follows behind me, then clears his throat. “So…”

  I move closer to him, then force myself to put my hands on his shoulders. “Listen, I don’t do this much. I mean, sex. Honestly, I’m usually too busy working to fuck.”

  He grins, and some of the tension leaves his body. “Me too. Work always comes first.”

  “Well, how about we come first today?” If his light brown eyes weren’t currently devouring me, I’d giggle at my own pun.

  “Sounds like just what I need.”

  I move closer and slide my hands down. “But just so you know, we can’t make this a regular thing. I have other plans.”

  “Me too.” His voice has grown lower, raspier.

  For a minute I wonder what my next move should be, but he acts before I can decide. Leaning forward, his mouth brushes mine in an exploratory way. When I tilt my head, holding my breath and waiting, he kisses me. For a second his touch is soft, and then it changes in an instant, like something snaps inside of him. He groans, digs his hands into the back of my hair, and holds me closely, his lips locked onto mine.

  I’m kind of shocked. Owen seemed…too uptight to just go for it, but the way he kisses is anything but uptight. His mouth crushes mine, hard and possessive, and his hands in the back of my hair are strangely hot. He tilts my head further, and I gasp in surprise and pleasure.

  The moment my lips part, his tongue slips inside my mouth, and then our kiss deepens, as my own tongue tangles with his. Desire heats my blood as I cling to him, lost in his touch. Is this what it feels like to be kissed?

  No, if this is what it felt like I couldn’t have gone this long without it.

  I swear he’s the best kisser I’ve met in my whole life. So good that every hair on my body stands on end. So good that I swear I feel myself getting hot. Getting ready for him.

  Or maybe I’ve just unleashed the dam holding back my libido. And now that it’s unleashed, it’s like an explosion of need.

  Tracing my hands over the muscles of his chest and stomach, I explore his delicious body. When my hands land on his towel, I hesitate. Oh, I shouldn’t, not yet. Should I?

  Forcing myself to be brave, I grip the material and pull.

  Owen breaks our kiss, and we’re both breathing hard. As one, we look down. His hard erection stands between us. A big, thick length of pleasure that captures my attention and becomes my instant obsession.

  “Nice.”

  I don’t realize I spoke aloud until Owen chuckles. “You approve?”

  Biting my lip, I decide the hell with it. Reaching down, I curl my hand around his hard length.

  I’m satisfied at his sharp intake of breath.

  “I definitely approve.”

  “Fuck,” he mutters.

  Carefully, I stroke my hand up and down his erection, loving the little sounds of pleasure he makes. Loving the way he leans back and closes his eyes, his breathing rapid.

  When I pictured fucking Owen, I only thought about him hard and ready inside of me. I imagined this would be a quick thing…in and out. A celebration of my freedom. Of leaving behind my old life.

  But this is different. I want this to be good for him. I want to scratch my fucking itch, but I also want to touch him for as long as humanly possible.

  When I feel a shiver move over his body, his head jerks back up. Without a word, he reaches for the hem of my shirt and yanks it off. He hesitates only a moment, staring at my pink bra, before he reaches for the clasp at the front of it. I don’t have time to react. I don’t have time to think of anything before my girls come exploding out.

  “Oh, fuck,” he whispers.

  His hands are suddenly on my breasts, cupping them, running his hand along every inch of my exposed skin. I’m breathing harder, my nipples tightening in pleasure. My hand reaches out to continue stroking him when he finds my nipples and squeezes them gently.

  “Damn it,” I say, gritting my teeth.

  How long has it been since a man touched me like this? Forever is the answer. Fucking forever. Why the hell did I wait so long?

  While he continues to pinch and brush his thumbs across my nipples, I keep stroking him. It’s like a weird game, where we’re both trying to push the other one past their point of no return.

  And even though my legs are shaking, I’m determined that he’ll be the one to lose this game.

  Then the bastard reaches for my skirt and yanks that off too.

  Standing in my heels and pink underwear, I know I should feel exposed. But the truth is that I’m too damned happy to care about it. I just feel good. And for the first time in my life, like I deserve something good.

  Like a hot man giving it to me good.

  When Owen’s eyes lock with mine, I see a challenge in their depths. I refuse to look away. Even when he leans forward, and we start to kiss again. I just stroke him harder, loving how he swells in my hand. Loving the fact that his precum is slicking my palms and fingers.

  And then the bastard yanks off my underwear.

  I make a sound of protest against his lips, and then one of his hands leaves my breast and slides down my stomach. When he reaches my entrance, he strokes the line of my opening. Chills run down my spine, and I break our kiss with a moan, leaning against him.

  One of his fingers slips into my heated core, and I hold my breath, shocked into silence. His finger slips against my wet folds, exploring, claiming every inch of me.

  My knees start to feel like they’re going to give out. My body urges me to relax into the pleasure he’s bringing me. I’m glad I’m clutching onto him, or else I’d be scared I’d fall and embarrass myself.

  When I reach down further and squeeze his balls, a string of curses springs from his lips.

  Suddenly, I’m swept up into his arms. I expect him to drop us on the bed, but he doesn’t make it that far. Instead, he moves me against the wall, and I feel the tip of his cock pressing into my opening.

  He’s panting as he says. “Do we need protection?”

  My head spins. “I’m on birth control.”

  A shudder moves through his body, and then he presses into me. And, oh man, his cock is big. Big and thick. It slides inside of me, so deliciously hard and big that it’s like every inch of him is awakening every inch of me with each second that passes. Yeah, I’m wet as hell, but this guy is packing something delicious that fits tightly inside of me.

  When he finally reaches his hilt, I’m shuddering. Trying t
o keep it together.

  One of his hands stays at my hip, pulling me even harder onto his dick, while the other digs into the back of my hair. He leans down and kisses me, stealing my breath. Making the delicious sensation of him being inside of me even better.

  And then the bastard starts to move. Thrusting in and out.

  I cry out against his lips, but he doesn’t pull back, nor does he fuck me slower or gentler. He fucks me like a man who knows just what I need. Just the perfect way for me to restart my new life feeling like a woman of worth, and not just a shadow.

  When I throw my head back, I chant his name and use the wall to takes his thrusts harder and harder. He groans, then leans down and sucks on one of nipples. The sensation of him inside of me, and sucking me, is too much.

  I explode over the edge, shouting his name. Riding him like he’s the best thing I’ve ever had inside of me…which he is. When his mouth breaks from my breasts, he makes a strangled sound and comes too, filling me with his hot cum.

  At last, he collapses against me on the wall. “That was fucking amazing.”

  I run my hand through his hair. “Yeah, it was.”

  We stay there for a long minute, trying to catch our breath.

  “And I thought you were uptight,” I say.

  He pulls back from me, his brown eyes locking onto mine. “I am.”

  My hand moves from his hair to his smooth chin. “That was not how an uptight man fucks.”

  “You sure?” And there’s a strange note to his voice. “How many of us have you…tried out?”

  I laugh. “Well, technically, just you.”

  He relaxes against me. “Good to know.”

  “Why? You jealous?” And I’m surprised the question leaves my lips.

  He smirks. “Maybe a little. I’d like to think I’m the first uptight guy you’ve offered to come have dessert with.”

  I laugh. “That was definitely a first for me.”

  “Good,” he says again. “Now, how about you lean on the bed? I want to try you from behind next.”

  I feel my brows rise. “Again?”

  “If you’re up for it.” I feel him slide inside of me and realize he’s hard once more.

  A shudder moves through my body. “Alright, again.”

  Owen carries me to the bed before he pulls out of me really slowly. His movements make us both catch our breath. When my feet hit the ground, he spins me around and leans me over the edge of the bed. I spread my legs and plant my hands in front of me, quivering in anticipation.

  Running a hand down my spine, his hands come to rest on my hips, and I sense him behind me.

  I don’t know what I expected, but his hard erection parting my folds is so delicious, my hands tangle in the sheets. This time, there’s no build up. There’s just him and I fucking like animals. And damn it, it’s good this way too. Hard and fast and like we’re both focused on scratching an itch.

  My orgasm hits me hard, and this time I’m the one swearing, riding him until I feel him come again.

  Then he collapses against me, still inside of me, breathing hard.

  His muscles must feel like jello too, because he doesn’t move for a long time. Then, at last, he pulls out of me. “Shower?”

  I nod.

  He helps me to a shower connected to the bathroom, and we both wash beneath the perfectly warm spray of water. He finishes showering before I do, then leaves, giving me a few minutes of privacy. Which I appreciate. It’s been a long time since I had a warm shower, and the sensation is turning me into relaxed butter.

  Until my mind starts turning. What do we do now? More sex? Actually eat together? Or do I just leave?

  I haven’t figured out what I should do next when the water runs cold. Turning off the shower, I dry off, wrap a towel around myself, then quietly creep out of the bathroom.

  In the room, the shades have all been drawn, leaving the room in almost complete darkness. I’m about to head for the living room when I see a shape in the bed.

  Oh, I know what to do!

  Grinning, I drop my towel and head straight for him. Sliding between the sheets, I grin as I move my hand around him and grab his dick. In seconds, he’s hard.

  Taking that as a good sign, I sink beneath the sheets. He rolls slightly, and I start sucking his delicious, hard cock.

  He groans, and a hand buries into the back of my hair.

  I suck him harder, then reach down and play with his balls.

  His body jerks, and I know he’s digging this as much as I am. Taking him deeper, I choke around his hard length, letting him hit the back of my throat.

  With a groan, he explodes into my mouth, and I suck him until he’s clean.

  Grinning at making the sexy guy come three times, I rise from beneath the sheets and glance at him.

  Only, it’s not him. It’s someone else. A stranger.

  I scream.

  Chapter Ten

  Emmett

  My pleasure turns to shock as the beautiful woman screams. I’d been half asleep after a long morning when I’d felt someone stroking my cock. Thinking it was my lucky day, some past lover coming to get me off, I’d laid back and let her suck me.

  Yeah, I should’ve probably known it wasn’t anyone I knew. She was too damn good. With a tight grip, a hot mouth, and the kind of sucking that made my dick spring to life again just at the memory of it.

  But I’d been enjoying myself too much to really think it through.

  “Whoa,” I say. “Calm down.”

  “Calm down!” she shouts. “Calm down! I just sucked off a strange man!”

  I’m thinking about what to say to that when Owen comes exploding into the room.

  “Oh, shit,” he says.

  She whirls to face him, holding the sheet tightly to her chest. “What do you mean, ‘oh shit’?”

  He runs a hand through his still-damp hair, looking uncomfortable. “I had a call in my office, and, well, my brother Emmett must have come home for a nap.”

  She looks between us. “Is this a joke?”

  We both shake our heads.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me!” She starts to climb out of the bed, but the sheet is stuck under me and yanks right off.

  My mouth goes dry. Hell, this woman has curves in all the right places. Nice hips, the kind a man can really grab onto. A great stomach, huge breasts, and long legs. I suddenly have the overwhelming desire to pull her back into bed and taste her. More than taste her. Feast on her bare pussy.

  Standing naked between us, she grabs for the sheet again and stands, half-bent over at the edge of the bed. “Hand me my clothes!” she commands.

  “Or,” I say, trying to sound sexy, “I can properly apologize for the mix-up.”

  She’s still struggling to keep the sheet covering as much of her body as possible. “And how will you do that?”

  “You sucked me off, let me lick that sweet pussy of yours.”

  Her big brown eyes widen as they lock onto me. “I’m not just going to let some strange guy lick my… you’re…there’s something wrong with you.” Then she looks at Owen. “Are you just going to let him talk to me like that?”

  His cheeks turn a little red. “Actually, I don’t mind sharing. If you sucked his cock, I don’t mind if you want to…”

  “There’s something wrong with you too!” she says, and now she’s really shouting.

  I can’t help myself, I slide out of bed and stand next to her, knowing my dick is hard again. Her gaze widens and sweeps over me. It’s hard not to look cocky, but I know she’s going to like what she sees, all women do.

  “What do you want me to do, sweetheart? I can do anything you want.”

  Her cheeks heat, and I realize my mistake as she’s able to tug the sheet off the bed and wrap it fully around herself. She grabs for her clothes on the floor, then runs from the room. I hear a door slam in our apartment.

  Then I turn to look at Owen. “I like her.”

  He grins. “I like her too.”<
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  “I think we should make a sandwich with her.”

  Owen gives me that you’re an idiot look. “She freaked out at just the idea of you licking her. What do you think she’ll do with the idea of us forming a man-sandwich around her?”

  I wink at him. “She seems like the kind of woman who just needs to think about it.”

  Moving past him, I go to hover by the apartment door, knowing she’ll need to come this way if she wants to run for it. Sure enough, a couple minutes later she leaves our guest bathroom and heads straight for me, but freezes when she sees me standing there naked.

  Owen clears his throat, still waiting awkwardly by the bedroom door. “Sorry about that.”

  She glares at him. “Yeah, right.”

  “I am,” he rushes out. “I couldn’t have expected—“

  “Think about it,” I say, interrupting. “Why have one guy when you can have two?”

  Her jaw drops open.

  I move closer to her, aware that my erection is hard and painful. “We could make a sandwich. You in the middle, sweetheart. With Owen’s big dick buried in your pussy, and mine in your ass.”

  Her jaw snaps closed. “Not going to happen!”

  She heads for the door.

  Owen rushes toward her. “Listen…oh, hell, I don’t even know your name.”

  She moves around me and grabs the handle. “You don’t need to know it, because you won’t be seeing me again!”

  “Unless you change your mind about the sandwich, beautiful,” I say. “Because you can drop by, any time, day or night.”

  “Asshole!” she shouts, rushing into the hall and slamming the door.

  Owen shoots me a dirty look and takes off after her, but I don’t. Because if there’s one thing I know, it’s people. And that woman? She’ll be back. And I’m going to bang her so well that this becomes a repeat thing.

  My crazy life hasn’t left time for women for a while, but she’s perfect. A real woman with real curves, an attitude, and the ability to give a guy an off-the-charts blow job.

  Hell, I might just marry her.