by KB Winters
I untangled myself from the belt and met her at her simulator. She spun her chair around to face me, an ear to ear grin lighting up her face in the dimly lit room. “Okay, missy, fess up. You’ve flown before!”
She shrugged innocently. “I may have taken a few lessons…you know…here and there.”
I growled.
She tapped a finger on her lips. “I think the shirt should go first.”
I chuckled. Oh, I was going to make her pay.
I reached for the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up and over my head, moving in slow motion to reveal every inch. When I finally pulled it over the cast, I dangled it from one finger then let it fall to the floor. Gemma’s eyes went wide as she roved over my bare skin, and I noted her eyes following the lines of all the ink on my right side as it wrapped and swirled up my side, over my chest, and around to my back in one giant piece that had taken over a year to complete.
“Very nice. Next round?” She purred.
“All right, but this time I’m not taking it easy on you. Little cheat…”
She laughed and spun around to face her screen again. I came up beside her and leaned over to start the next program, taking my time with my skin inches away from her.
I loaded a shorter simulation for the second round, my patience running thin. I wanted her topless. Like yesterday.
“Mother fuck…” I growled when it was over.
She’d done it again.
Gemma laughed and the sound floated over to me and made it hard to stay mad. “Pants this time, Rosen. Drop ‘em.”
I stalked back over to her, pushed out of my runners, and left my socks on as I unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down, leaving me in nothing but my boxer briefs and socks.
“Hot,” she said, giggling.
“You’re going down this time,” I warned her, stalking back to her simulator to set the next round.
As I leaned over her, loading the next game, she let her hand run down my side, tracing the ink, and stopped at the waist of my shorts. “We’ll see about that. You might be the one headed down south…” she purred.
Holy shit. The woman was going to give me a heart attack.
Before she could continue her teasing, I turned and captured her lips with my mouth. The hint of her dark beer was still lingering there and I drank her in. She wrapped an arm around me and I braced myself with my good arm on the arm of her chair, and using my casted hand to wrap around her waist I pulled her closer. Gemma moaned as I used the tip of my tongue to spread her lips and sucked in the heat of her tongue. The kiss deepened and I tipped her head back, using the tips of my fingers to pull at the base of her hair. When she was panting and clinging to me, I broke away, and grinned down at her. “Let’s take the tour to the next stop…”
“Not so fast, Rosen,” she breathed. With a tug at the waist of my shorts she glanced up at me. “I need one more round?”
I groaned. “Then we need to up the ante…”
“Really?” She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. “I guess you are the player.”
I laughed. “Cute.”
“So, what’s the bet?”
“All or nothing,” I said, letting my eyes trail down her body.
“Hmm. Hardly seems fair…I only have one more to win and I’ll get all anyways.”
“Not necessarily. I could drag it out. I still got these,” I said, wiggling my socked toes.
She rolled her eyes but smiled wider. “All right. You got yourself a deal. All or nothing. Fire it up.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Within minutes, I was back in my pilot’s chair, every cylinder firing. I had to win.
Defeat was not an option.
* * * *
“Oh my God! No!”
I burst into a laugh at Gemma’s wail. “That’s right, baby. Come on. Strip.”
I whirled in my chair and watched her slump over her instrument panel, still staring up at the screen that declared me as the winner of our third, and final battle. She rallied quickly and popped up out of her seat. She strode to the center of the small room, just as she’d made me do, and began a slow strip that—if I didn’t know better—would have made me wonder if she’d stripped her way through med school. Every glance, slow move, was sexy as hell and even without music, she had a hypnotic rhythm that had my heart racing.
She crossed her arms in front of her and teased me with the slow reveal of her flat stomach, pulling it up and over in slow motion, a teasing look in her eyes. When it was off, she dropped it to her feet, and smiled as she spun around, rolling her hips so her ass made tight circles, before unlatching the back of her simple, black bra. She pivoted again when it was undone and let the straps slide down her arms. I licked my lips, waiting for her to reveal what I already knew were the world’s two most perfect tits.
“Come on, baby, you’re killing me over here,” I told her, my cock screaming for her to hurry up her slow torture. I needed her back in my arms, her skin against mine.
“Are you always this impatient?” she teased, clasping the silky looking cups against her tanned skin.
“Pretty much. You’ll get used to it.”
She laughed and dropped her head back. When she brought her eyes back to mine they were glowing. Alive with fire and lust and desire.
She dropped the bra and I stifled a groan.
Fuck, she was even sexier than I’d imagined in my head.
Which, was a rare thing.
Her breasts were perfect tear drops with perky, pink nipples that I couldn’t wait to wrap my tongue around. Her waist flared out in a gentle, sloping curve, and when her fingers unzipped her jeans, I sucked in a breath and didn’t release it until she was shimmying her jeans down to her feet. She kicked out of her flats and the jeans and straightened, shaking her hips to the music in her head. Her panties were much more risqué than her bra. A band of dark lace wrapped around, low on her hips, and when she spun around, it went down the crack of her beautiful round ass, giving me a dizzying view. The lace was dark, but I’d have been willing to bet she was wet and ready.
“Come here,” I said, my voice low, as I reached out my good arm for her.
She strutted forward in tantalizing slow motion, her hips rocking back and forth with each step, and she stopped a few inches from my slightly parted knees. I spread my legs open wide and tugged at her bare hips to get her as close as possible. Her eyes went wide when she dropped them to my raging hard on. I dipped a finger down her stomach and toyed with the waist of her panties. Gemma sucked in a breath and I pushed past the thin layer to discover that I’d been right.
She was dripping.
“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath, running my finger over her smooth, wet pussy lips.
She shuddered at my touch and I knew I needed more. I hooked my fingers on the panties and pulled them down her legs. She assisted at the end, and stepped out of them, leaving herself vulnerable and naked before me. “Gemma, you are perfection.”
As I stared at her, I almost didn’t know where to start. Every inch of her was tempting and calling out to me, begging for attention.
I ran my fingers back up her body and teased her hard nipple, waiting until she moaned before sucking it into my mouth. I licked, sucked, and nibbled the delicate skin until her hips were rolling again. “Aaron,” she breathed, dropping her head back, her eyes closed.
I grabbed her hips, spun her around, and scooted myself to the edge of my seat. She ground her ass against my hard cock and I used my good hand to continue teasing her tits. “You have no idea how much I want you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper in her ear.
“I think I have an idea,” she said with a giggle, grinding harder against my cock.
I chuckled and dropped my hand down her stomach. Her giggle turned to a gasp when my fingers slipped between her wet folds and teased her clit. “Oh God.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.”
She nodded and her hair hung down, tickling my face as
I kissed a trail up her spine while my fingers worked and teased her. “I think,” I paused, dropping another open mouthed kiss to her soft skin, “we need to take this to my office.”
“Mmm. I like the sound of that.”
If I were in full force, I would have scooped her into my arms and carried her down the hall. But, with a busted arm and a still healing hole in my side, it was out of the question. And I knew, that as my doctor, Gemma wouldn’t even allow me to try.
Even though it would’ve been sexy as sin.
I wrapped myself behind her and nudged her forward, teasing her titties and kissing on the back of her neck as we took short, shuffled steps, towards the back of the warehouse where my office was located. Once inside, I shut and locked the door, and turned to find Gemma positioned enticingly on the couch against the wall. When my eyes trailed down her body, she spread her thighs, revealing her beautiful wet pussy to me and I damn near lost it right there at the doorway.
I crossed to her and my lips crushed against hers. I touched as much of her as I could, running my good hand up and down her body, committing every inch to memory. We became a tangled mess of limbs, lips, and groans of pleasure as we each tried to drive the other insane.
When Gemma’s hand ran up along the edge of my bandaged side, she stopped cold. “Are you…okay?”
“Yeah.” She gave me a stern, don’t fuck with me look. “Gemma, I’m fine. I promise.” I nipped at the side of her neck with my teeth and then ran my tongue over the spot and she melted back into me.
“Fine, but I’m gonna be on top,” she growled into my ear.
I chuckled softly and pushed her hair out of my way as I continued up her neck. “No arguments here,” I said, my breath hot against her skin.
She tugged my shorts off of me and dropped a few kisses up my thighs, coming teasingly close to my cock, before she bypassed it and kissed up my abs.
“Tease,” I growled at her.
She responded with a smile and after I grabbed a condom from the couch side table—which, she didn’t even bat an eye at me having—and rolled it on, she lowered that sweet pussy onto my cock.
“Fuck,” I hissed as she stretched and wrapped around me. She moaned as she got situated and started to rock back and forth, rolling her hips. She was panting and moaning uncontrollably within minutes. “Hey, baby, slow down. We got all night.”
Her eyes were round and dark as they found mine. She nodded and slowed her pace and her breathing. We stayed locked together as she worked her body up and down mine. My fingers found her clit and stroked the bud as she rolled and her eyes pressed closed again with a groan. “God, Aaron, that’s….wow.”
I grinned and waited until her release rippled through her and over me like a summer thunder storm. She rumbled as she reached the heights and came down again. After a brief pause to catch her breath, she thrust back against me, with a renewed vigor and it was my turn to have my eyes roll back in my head.
I held on as long as I could, gripping her ass cheeks as she worked, and my mind went wild with all the things I’d do to her once I was back at full strength and healed from my injuries.
She wasn’t gonna know what hit her.
All the fantasies racing through my mind only added to the pleasure of her body against mine and I exploded inside her. She slowed and drew every last bit from me, before she stopped and sagged against my chest.
“Damn,” she panted against my sweat coated chest. “Strip chicken turned out to be better than the name suggested.”
I laughed. “Think we should patent it?”
She giggled and shook her head against me. “No, I think it’s just for us.”
Something about the way she said us soaked through my skin and warmed me. “Fair enough.”
When we roused, we pulled ourselves together long enough to shimmy back into our discarded clothing from the simulators room and go back over to my house on the other side of the property.
Chapter Twelve
Gemma and I woke up the following morning with the sun streaming in through the blinds in my living room. We’d crashed through the doors and promptly fallen back together on my bed. Eventually, we’d fallen asleep together, and when the morning came, we were still tangled together just as we had been the night before. I dropped a kiss to Gemma’s bare shoulder and she stirred.
“Morning,” I said, my voice thick.
“Morning to you too.” Gemma giggled.
“What’s so funny over there?” I nuzzled my stubble across her skin and she shivered against me.
“Strip chicken…God…how much did we drink at Harvey’s?”
A flash on panic shot through my gut, wondering if that was her subtle way of saying she’d been out of her mind to sleep with me. In all fairness, that wouldn’t be the worst thing a woman had ever told me, but there was something about Gemma that had me wishing that maybe this would be different.
She rolled over, tugging the sheet with her, and looked up into my face. “I had a really good time, Aaron.” She brushed her fingers over my hair and smiled.
“Me too.”
A silence enveloped us, freezing us in place, until the sound of a loud truck backfired, sending us both bolting upright. “Ow, fuck!” I gasped, grabbing for my side.
“Oh, are you okay?” Gemma said, craning around to check my wound.
“Yeah,” I replied through gritted teeth. “I keep forgetting that sudden moves make my body angry right now…”
She laughed softly. “It’ll be back to normal soon. I promise. I personally did those stitches, so I know they’re good.”
“I don’t think I ever thanked you,” I said, suddenly frozen by the realization. I looked down into her grey eyes and tucked a hand around her cheek, my thumb brushing her jawline. “Thank you for saving my life, Gemma.”
She went silent, her eyes searching mine, and then smiled. “You’re welcome. It was my pleasure.”
We pulled apart after another moment and I stalked over to the window to see what the hell was going on. I groaned and cursed under my breath as I saw that the truck that had backfired was a news van. “The media circus is gearing up for another day. God, this is getting really, really old. Maybe I should just fuckin’ sell the whole thing to O’Keefe. I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take.”
“Hey, let’s get out of here for a little while. It’s my last day off. We could go to the beach? Hang out?”
I nodded. “Let me get a hold of Lana and tell her we’re closed again today.”
After a couple of quick calls, Gemma and I took my Jeep down the bluff and into town, ignoring the reporters who chased after us in an effort to get an exclusive.
“I can’t believe you haven’t been here yet,” I said to Gemma, holding the door to Carly’s open. “This is literally the best place.”
“I’m ready. I have a big appetite this morning,” she teased, smiling up at me as she passed by, walking into the small shop. “Oh, wow. It smells like Heaven.”
We joined the small line of customers and waited our turn. When we got to the counter, Carly was beaming from ear to ear. Her eyes alight with mischief as she flicked them from me, to Gemma, and back again.
She looked like the Cheshire Cat.
“Morning gorgeous,” I drawled, instantly flicking a look at Gemma to see if my inadvertently flirtatious nickname had thrown her off. She was smiling serenely. “This is Gemma Henderson, she’s a kick ass doctor up at the hospital.”
“Nurse,” Gemma corrected. “Nice to meet you.”
“This is Carly, she owns this shop and is the genius mastermind behind all those amazing looking treats over there,” I said, jerking my chin towards the pastry case.
“Nice to meet you too.” Carly looked back at me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Gemma wandered a little farther down the case and Carly leaned in. “Oh my God, Player! I’ve never seen you with a woman in the light of day,” she hissed excitedly.
I sighed. �
��Yeah, yeah. I’ll take my usual,” I said, ignoring her prying eyes.
“Coming right up…but you’re going to have to stop by and fill me in later.” She bounced off to the espresso machine before I could object and I rolled my eyes.
“What looks good?” I asked, turning my attention back to Gemma.
“Everything,” she said, giggling.
“Hey Carly, can we get one of everything?”
Gemma punched me in the shoulder. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Carly turned and nodded. “Sure. Just give me a few to box it all up. Anything to drink, Gemma? I can make just about anything, so even if it’s not on the menu, just let me know what sounds good. Only the best for Aaron's…friend.” She winked at me and turned back to her work before I could shoot a dagger at her.
I was starting to miss Holly’s nagging.
Fifteen minutes later, Carly handed Gemma and me two large bakery boxes, filled with one of each of the pastries in the case. “All right you two, be good, and come back soon,” she said, waving us out the door.
“She’s nice,” Gemma said as we walked outside and took a spot at one of the tables.
“Very. A little nosy though…”
Gemma laughed lightly and took a sip from the drink she’d ordered. “It’s a small town. Kinda goes with the territory from what I’ve heard.”
“That’s true. A bit different than Chicago. Do you miss the craziness?”
Gemma shook her head. “Not really. I mean, it’s a beautiful city, but let’s face it, nothing can really compete with this,” she gestured out at the ocean as the waves rolled in, lapping at the light sand.
“View’s pretty good from here too,” I said, staring deliberately at her.
God, when had I turned into such a sap?
I was going to have to nip that in the bud.
We picked through the boxes, eating and eating, until we’d made an impressive dent in the contents and leaned back, bordering on slipping into a sugar coma. “I can’t believe you really ordered one of everything,” Gemma said, shaking her head.
I laughed and shrugged. “Hey, it’s what you wanted. I’m all about giving the lady what she wants…I think I proved that last night,” I added, dropping my voice low.