by Peyton Banks
Baxter chuckles then sobers. He lowers his head so his lips are right beside my ear. “You can still model it for me. That way I can tell you if it’s sexy or not.”
I pull back, but he catches me, preventing me from moving away. Our gazes lock, his sears my soul. He moves closer. I want this kiss more than air. I draw in a deep breath, and my breasts brush against his chest. He cocks up one eyebrow and laughs.
“Just joking.” He steps away and heads into the bathroom.
The door clicks closed, and I throw my hands up in the air. “Fuck me,” I whisper then shiver. Baxter was too hot to handle, and we were going to have to share the room. I stare at the bed, wondering how long I’ll last in that with him right beside me before I combust.
5
Baxter
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Calling Heather had been the biggest mistake of my life. I wanted her too much. Or maybe, not calling her again before I left California for good had been the biggest mistake. Either way, Heather was a mistake because being near her opened a pit in my chest, and I had a sinking suspicion the only way to fill it would be to have Heather.
She wasn’t the type of woman to have mindless sex that meant nothing. I can hardly stand myself because I want her enough to sacrifice everything.
Eventually, I lift my head and stare at my reflection. I hate myself for not making her mine years ago and hate myself even more for thinking I could use her for sex this weekend. My cock strains at my zipper and I glance down, wishing away my erection.
Wishing wasn’t going to move us forward, and my parents would expect us to be on the patio on time. I check my phone and see we have ten minutes to get downstairs, dressed and ready to be entertaining. Heather still has to dress. She was supposed to be in here getting dressed, but I’d run from her, taking her spot in the bathroom because I couldn’t stand the heat. Hell, just thinking of her taking off her clothes, her body revealed, makes me harder.
“Double fuck,” I say under my breath. “You’re insane, Baxter. Insane.”
When I open the door, Heather is gone. Fear hits me hard. Has she taken off? Then the door to our room opens, and she steps in.
“I needed water.”
I swallow over my discomfort. How long would she stay with me if she knew how dumb I was? What if I told her I wanted her all those years ago?
“You can use the bathroom to dress. I’ll dress in here and wait for you in the hall.”
She nods and moves to the closet. She picks out a dress that is as unique and beautiful as she is. Her clothes all have a certain theme. In the office, I rarely pay attention to what women wear. As long as what they wear is professional, that’s all that matters. I never mix business and pleasure, ever. Too many men have fallen in that pursuit, and I wasn’t going to get trapped in some stupid lawsuit. My ex had been perfect because she’d been benign. I couldn’t imagine Heather filling the role I’d planned on having Sandra fill. No, Heather would be all up in my business, asking questions in that voice of hers that made my heart sing and my pants tight. She wouldn’t allow me to get away with anything.
The bathroom door closes, and I drop to the bed. The woman inspires pure madness in me. My life was tough because my dad didn’t trust me. I knew, though he didn’t work at my mom’s insistence, he kept up with the office politics and everything I was involved in. People watched over my shoulder, spying on me, delivering information to my dad. I had to be sharp, and with Heather in my life, all I could think about was the length of her neck and how long it would take me to lick from her shoulder to her ear. Her breasts distracted me, and I hadn’t even touched them. The thought of sliding into her, being surrounded by her wet heat, drives me insane.
I jump up, ditch my shirt and pants then pull on a crisp, white shirt and a different pair of black slacks. I grab my new shoes before heading to the hall. Distance from Heather was the best way to deal with this. I wouldn’t let her in. I wouldn’t allow her to get to me. I would keep myself apart from her, and she would have no hold over me. She would be gone in a week anyway, so I only had to keep this up for a few days.
The bedroom door opens, and she steps out. My gut clenches. The words I’d told myself seconds before, the admonishments I’d given, they were all for naught. She is my kryptonite, and I have no choice in the matter. I’m hooked, no question.
“Are you ready?” Heather asks.
“Yes, let’s head down.”
Immediately the negotiations start in my head. I could have her, and maybe she would be like my ex. She wouldn’t interfere. I could manage this. I was a Baxter-Scott, and my family had endured for generations. Lesser men than me had come before me and not fallen. I would be tough as steel, entering this with that knowledge would give me strength. I wouldn’t cave.
The moment we step onto the patio, my mom rolls her eyes. It pisses me off. I stop and put my arm around Heather, turning so I could kiss her. My lips brush against hers in what was supposed to be a simple kiss. My response is anything but simple. My lungs burn for air as my head spins. This woman is as intoxicating as I’d thought she would be.
Heather pulls away, her gaze searching mine. Confusion clouds her features. I hate myself for using her. She was too special to be thrust into this position.
“Well, if it isn’t the lovebirds,” Lucinda calls out.
I turn and see my mother is staring out at the tennis courts below. Heather moves away from me, not even looking back once. In my parents’ eyes I may have established Heather as mine, but at what cost?
Dinner was as uncomfortable as I’d imagined it would be. My mother made snipes at Heather that may sound like compliments to the innocent, but I heard them for the digs they were. My father’s sneer stays in place through dinner and deepens when he turns to face me. William and Alisha kept up the chatter. Heather barely looked my way.
When it is all over, I’m thankful we escape fairly unscathed…until we enter the bedroom we’re sharing. The covers are turned down, which makes Heather’s spine stiffen when she points it out. She goes to the bathroom, and I open the drawer where David usually puts my pajamas. Of course, I hadn’t slept in anything more than my birthday suit in years, but for Heather, I would wear the nightshirt and pants I’d brought with me.
We switch places, me in the bathroom, Heather in this room. The air between us is stiff. I check my email and get lost in thoughts about work, forgetting Heather is here. Once I finish brushing my teeth and open the door, shock hits me straight in the chest.
Heather is turned so I can see she’s holding up a skimpy pink piece of lace that probably wouldn’t cover her breasts fully. She glances my way while still holding up the lace thing I would love to see on her. Panic flashes in her eyes and she moves fast, pushing the lace behind her. She drops it, probably trying to put it in the drawer that is open behind her, but the lace confection falls to the floor.
In two steps, I’m beside her. I dip low, scooping up the pink lace. Her cheeks are darker, her eyes wild. I want to see her in this. My cock is screaming at me, and I’m listening. I hold up the lace thing by the straps and look at it then my gaze falls on her.
We say nothing. The silence stretches on, and I’m about to admit defeat and head to the bathroom to jerk off when she reaches up. For a second I think she’s going to rip the lace from my hands and yell at me, but she doesn’t. She touches my arm so softly I have to look at her hand to see if she’s truly connected to me. Her fingers trail from my wrist to my elbow. The slow speed of her movements is killing me, but I let her lead.
Her fingers play over my shoulder then down to my chest. I drop my hands and draw in a deep breath as she pops the top button of my shirt. Her gaze flicks to mine as a moan escapes my lips.
Her tongue slips out and slides over her upper lip. I take it as an invitation and lean in but hesitate because I want her to make the next move. Seconds tick past, and I worry that she won’t close the distance. Then her mouth is on mine, and I abandon all restraint. I pick her up an
d set her on the dresser as I push her dress up. My fingers search for her panties, but I find none.
It’s too much, and I shove my pajama bottoms low and push my underwear out of the way. Our lips connect as I slide into her, sinking into her heat. Her tongue twists around mine, and I respond in kind. I’m into the kiss when her legs wrap around my waist, pinning me close. I’d forgotten what I was doing. She’d caught me by surprise and confused me.
I slide in deeper and feel like I’m about to lose it. I can’t believe I’m inside her. I pride myself in being a smooth operator, but Heather has made me crazy. There was no foreplay, no teasing, just raw, unrepentant sex.
The kiss ends, and I lean back just enough so I can see her face. She’s beautiful. This is the type of woman I’ve always wanted. Scratch that. This is the woman I’ve always wanted. I’ve dreamt of having her in my bed for so long I didn’t even recognize who my fantasy lover was until this moment.
She angles her head, and our lips meet again in a swift peck that I turn into a deep kiss. She’s in control. I may be the one buried inside her, but she is the one with the power and I love it.
Her channel squeezes around me and I know I’m going to come soon. It feels so good being with her like this—perfect really. Being with Heather was better than I’d imagined. Her breath hitches and she squeezes around me again.
The pinch of her nails digging into my arm feels so good I throw my head back as I ram into her. I’m out of control and ready to come. I can’t stop. I gulp in air, but it does nothing to slow the spinning. My head is resting on her shoulder, and she’s breathing in my ear. The grandfather clock in the entryway chimes and we both shudder as we come.
I had sex with Heather, and I feel on top of the world. This was beyond my imagination. We'd connected on a level I'd never felt before. Her fingers ghost over my shoulders and I shiver. I want more, and I certainly don't want her to ever leave.
I pull out and reach for the condom, realizing too late I never put it on. The condoms were in my bag, hidden in a locked zipper compartment. David hadn’t unpacked them because he wouldn’t have had access to them.
Yes, I’d wanted to have sex with Heather. I hadn’t planned this, but it was better than anything I had planned. The angle I would have taken had I not rushed in, was to slowly seduce her, maybe play a game. I’d see if she was up for truth or dare. We’d tease each other and then after she was ready, I’d beg her for sex.
What we’d just experienced had been raw. Emotions had whipped around me like a storm, driving me closer to Heather. Her old nickname came to mind. Hurricane Heather. If she ever heard me call her that, she would take it wrong. She wasn't a disaster. Instead, she created an emotional disaster inside me and this time wasn’t any different.
“Um, I guess we should get dressed for bed.”
“Let’s shower first.” My voice is scratchy and thick like I’m overcome with emotions. The reality is that I am.
Heather nods and disentangles her legs from around me. The shower had been part of my setup, but I hadn't thought it would be a post-coital shower.
I make sure Heather is steady on her feet before I step away and tug off my shirt. Heather gasps. I follow her gaze and smile. There’s a California buttercup tattoo on my ribs. My parents hadn’t seen the tattoo yet and probably never would. They would flip out if they knew I had ink.
“A buttercup?”
I nod and laugh. “Yeah.”
She lifts her eyebrows. “Really?”
“It was important.”
She rolls her eyes and reaches back to unzip her dress. My hand lands on her arm and I gently direct her to turn. My fingers shake as I grasp the small metal key and slide it low, revealing her perfect back. The hitch in my breath turns into a gasp as I realize she isn’t wearing a bra.
Slowly, I trail one finger down her spine to the top of her crack. My heart is beating hard again. This woman keeps surprising me.
“Do you remember that field?”
“Of course. How could I forget?” she asks.
“It made an impact.”
“I’ll never forget it.”
We’d been friends for a year when we went hiking. We stumbled into the field laughing, but soon we were both running for our lives when a crazy druggie started shooting at us. It was a miracle we hadn’t been shot. Before we got to the trees, she’d glanced back and pulled me close, causing me to trip. Her selfless act had saved me. We’d both been changed.
She pushes the shoulder of her dress off, and I watch as it slides lower, revealing her naked body. No underwear, no bra. God help me.
She turns her head, and her gaze meets mine. She lifts a brow. The challenge is thrown out. I push my pants and underwear off and step closer to her, kissing her neck. I peek over her shoulder and I spy her perfect breasts.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Her laugh caresses my senses. She has no clue how she affects me. The sway of her hips as she steps away from me is too tempting, and I can’t take my eyes off her.
“Are you coming?” she asks as she steps into the bathroom.
“I might, I just might again,” I say under my breath as I follow her. Before I step into the bathroom, I take a quick detour into the closet and undo the lock on the front zipper of my bag where I’d stashed the condoms. I would need these. Yes, it was probably pointless since my litter of swimmers was deep inside her, but I understood enough basic biology to not tempt fate. The last batch may die off before she ovulated, but the next might be strong enough to survive. This woman made me stupid, that much was obvious. I could easily be distracted enough to never think of a condom again.
She already has the water going when I step into the bathroom. No doubt, Heather is the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I step into the shower and stare at the water running over her perfect breasts and lower, down her abdomen, to her beautiful pussy. Every inch of her calls to me and her pussy is no exception. I want to taste and touch her everywhere. My cock is waking up, wanting more. Would she be up for another round? I certainly hope so.
Washing her body is nearly a religious experience for me. My fingers glide over her skin, sliding over her sweet flesh. I seek out her clit, circling it with my finger. She gasps and then moans. She's still slick, maybe from my cum, maybe just from her excitement, but it feels incredible. I'm fully invested in taking her to the next level.
Heather turns, and my cock slides between her ass cheeks. I gasp as the skin of my cock catches a little on her butt cheeks. It is amazing, better than jacking off.
I slide my fingers down to her clit, pressing just enough to get a response. She arches back against me, her ass lifting just a little. Heat swamps me. I need to be inside her. I line up but remember the condom. Her ass keeps rubbing against me, tempting me.
I grab the condom and rip it open, rolling it on fast. My knees bend just enough so I can slide into her pussy. I want to fuck her ass, but we hadn’t talked about it. Doing that without discussing it would be one way to ruin our relationship.
She’s about to come even though I’ve just entered her. Her pussy walls are squeezing me, and she’s gasping. Slamming into her would feel so good, but I take this slowly. My fingers seek out her clit and I toy with her, taking her closer to the edge.
The moans I’m getting from her ramp up my excitement. I stroke in a little faster and she gasps. I’m going to go crazy if I have to keep moving this slowly. But what a way to go. She’s so freaking sexy I can’t hold it together. She’s better than I ever could have guessed.
“Mmm, Baxter, so fucking sexy.”
Her words make everything hotter. She wants me, and I can’t hold back. Then she gasps and arches her back. Her hands are clawing at me as her pussy squeezes around me. I want to shout my triumph at bringing her to orgasm. She is putty in my hands as her body relaxes. I can’t hold back. I slam in, fucking her hard. She’s gasping as she holds tight to my arm.
“So good, Heather. You’re so freaking good.�
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“Baxter.”
My name on her lips is enough to make me come. This time was just as intense as before. Though I wish I hadn’t worn the condom because feeling her come around my cock was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.
The sigh Heather releases sticks with me long after our shower. That noise twists through me, snagging my heart, making me want for so much more than I had.
Not long after we stretch out, her breath evens out. I’m still awake as she lies with her head on my shoulder, her hair fanned out on my chest. I wasn’t into cuddling. I usually got up, kicked the woman out, or went to my computer and worked until I was exhausted. But with Heather, I want to remember this moment forever. I’m afraid I’ll screw this up. She’s perfect, and I’m not. She’s always been amazing, and I’ve never been. I can’t believe I ever walked away from her. My life wasn’t better without her.
My earlier vow to stay distant mocks me as she sighs in her sleep. Heather isn't the type of woman I can stay away from. My parents hate her. It is obvious from the way my mother turned up her nose when Heather walks into the room. The words my dad said under his breath showed how much he dislikes her.
This weekend was about showing my father how responsible I was for choosing an acceptable woman who would help me settle down, but I was starting to not care what he thought. Having Heather was beginning to mean more than having the company.
The next morning, I find the bed empty. A pang of sadness fills me. I can't stand the thought of her not being in my arms so I go in search of her. Was I really this whipped? I knew the answer, and I wasn't sure I liked how easily I've fallen for her.
I find her on the back patio with Alisha. They're sipping coffee. Fruit and a few pastries are laid out on a tray. For a few seconds, I can observe without their notice. Heather really is beautiful, but it's more than just looks. There's a light inside of her, and I can't stay away. This isn't just lust and getting my rocks off, my feelings for Heather have taken over.