by Wilder, L.
“I loved it.” I glanced up at the Pyramid and asked, “So, what are we doing here?”
“I thought we’d go up to the lookout deck and grab a bite to eat,” he answered as he took off his helmet and put it on the back of the bike.
“Sounds good to me.” Once I removed my helmet and handed it to him, I followed him towards the door. I’d heard several of the nurses talking about how one of the bigger hunting stores had purchased the Pyramid and added several restaurants, places to shop, and the lookout deck, but I hadn’t actually gone to see it for myself. As soon as we walked through the door, it was clear that a lot had gone into the renovations. I looked over to Sawyer and said, “Have you been here since they’ve changed everything?”
“A couple of times. Kevin likes to come look at the fish.”
“This is amazing.”
“I was hoping you might like it.”
We spent an hour or so just walking around looking at things and then he asked, “You ready to go up?”
“Sure.” He led me over to the elevator that took us up to the lookout deck. Once we made it up to the top, he reached for my hand and I followed him outside. We stepped out onto the deck, and the view was absolutely incredible. You could see the Mississippi River and all of downtown. “It’s beautiful. I can’t believe I’ve never done this before.”
He slipped his arm around my waist and said, “Not nearly as beautiful as you.”
I rolled my eyes as I said playfully, “Really? I didn’t think a stud like you would need to use a cheesy line like that.”
“I take offense to that.” He chuckled. “I wasn’t using some cheesy line. I was simply giving a compliment to a beautiful lady.”
“Um-hmm. If you say so.” I giggled.
He poked me in the side. “So, you think I’m a stud, huh?”
“You picked up on that one, did ya?”
“You’re the one who said it.” Just then, a surprisingly playful expression crossed his handsome face. “So, you think I’m a stud. I like that. My beauty thinks I’m a stud.”
Shaking my head, I started walking towards the door. “Okay, that’s enough of that.”
“Hey! Where ya going?”
“I’m hungry.” Hoping to distract him from the stud comment, I asked, “How about some lunch?”
“Yeah.” He smiled and patted his stomach. “This stud could go for something to eat.”
Trying to bite back a huge grin, I sighed and said, “Move it stud. This beauty is withering away. I must eat before I starve.”
We were both laughing as we headed into the lookout’s restaurant for lunch. We spent the next hour eating and talking while enjoying the beautiful views of the city. It was really nice. I loved talking to him, even when he was teasing me about the stud thing. Once we were done eating, we went back out to the bike. Like before, I saddled up behind him as we rode down Riverside Drive. From there, we went to places I’d never been before. Honestly, I didn’t care where we were, I just enjoyed being on the bike with him. I thought about all the men I’d been attracted to before. Sometimes, it was because of their dashing good looks, their charming personality, or simply because of their great sense of humor, but with Sawyer, it was all those things and more—so much more. I was shocked at how my attraction to him ran so deep, and as I wrapped my arms around him, inching myself closer, I was in a state of pure bliss.
I’d hoped that feeling could last a bit longer, unfortunately, he pulled up to the curb at my apartment, signaling the end of our date. Once we got off the bike, I smiled up at him and said, “I really had fun today.”
“I did, too. Maybe we can go again sometime.”
“I’d like that.”
I suddenly started to feel nervous. I couldn’t help myself. It was the way he was looking at me, like a lion about to pounce. When he reached for me, I took a step back, but I was too late. I was already wrapped in his arms with his mouth pressed against mine. Every single nerve in my body came alive as rough, calloused hands held me against his broad, muscular body. Did he even realize what he was doing to me? My insides felt like they were on fire. Holy crap, Sawyer literally had my head spinning. Before I melted into a messy puddle by the curb, I wound my arms around his neck and held on tight, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. When his hands started to slowly roam over my body, I knew we were getting carried away. We were standing out in front of my apartment, in broad daylight, pawing each other like horny teenagers, and as much as I was loving every single moment of it, we had to stop. I placed my hands on his shoulders, and with great, great hesitation, I took a step back, breaking our connection.
Licking his lips, he flashed a devious smile and asked, “You got plans for tomorrow night?”
CHAPTER 9
Blaze
Over the last few days, things had been relatively quiet. There hadn’t been any sign of our hooded stranger, and no other clubs had been hit. We’d all been doing our part to keep watch, and it seemed to be working—at least I’d hoped it was, especially since I’d made plans to see Kenadee again. I knew the timing was bad, but then again, if I waited for a perfect time, I might never get my chance. When I’d gone to get her, I wasn’t sure where I should take her, but the minute I saw Kenadee’s outfit, I knew the perfect spot. Every time I looked across the table at her, the same thought crossed my mind: that she was absolutely beautiful. Kenadee was wearing one of those shirts that slipped down around her shoulders with a short, denim skirt and sandals. Her hair was down with soft curls around her face, and when she smiled, everyone else in the room seemed to disappear. I knew better than to sit right beside her. If I had, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off of her. I’d even pounded one out in the shower, and I still had a hard-on as I sat there staring at her like an idiot. I just couldn’t help myself.
The truth was, I truly liked Kenadee. She was the kind of girl I could see myself building a future with, but damn, I couldn’t think about the future for wanting her so much. I needed to knock the edge off, or I was never gonna make it—neither of us were. I could see the way she was looking at me. It was right there in her eyes. There was no doubt she was feeling the same fucking way, and if she licked her lips one more goddamn time, I was gonna take her on the table right then and there. Fuck. She was killing me.
She took a drink of her beer, then said, “The music’s great. Do you come here often?”
“No.” I’d brought her down to Beale Street to one of the small clubs at the end of the row to listen to some jazz music, thinking she’d like the atmosphere. But ever since we’d gotten here, listening to the sultry sound of the music and the sexual energy that was building between us, I was beginning to think it was a mistake. “I haven’t been here in over a year.”
She leaned forward, revealing just a hint of her cleavage. “Well, the band is incredible.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I watched as she took another sip of her drink, and I’ll be damned if her tongue didn’t slip out of her mouth and glide across her lips. I clenched my jaw as I shifted in my seat and asked, “You about ready for another drink?”
She looked down at my full beer and asked, “Why aren’t you drinking? Is something wrong with your beer?”
“My beer’s fine,” I answered. “You ready for another?”
“Maybe in a minute.” She gave me one of those looks, one that was filled with hunger and desire, and my entire body grew tense. Fuck it. I couldn’t take it a minute longer. I stood up and reached for her hand, and her eyes widened as I led her out onto the dance floor. “What are you doing?”
Without answering, I put my arm around her small waist and pulled her body close to mine, and for the first time that night, I finally had her right where I wanted her. We slowly swayed to the rhythm of the music, and once she started to relax, she lowered her head to my chest. It was nice, romantic even. I tried to focus on the soulful sound of the music and not think about how good Kenadee smelled or how she felt in my arms, but then
she looked up at me with lust-filled eyes and I was done.
I lowered my mouth to hers, and as soon as our lips touched, I knew it was a mistake. I knew I didn’t deserve a girl like Kenadee. She was far too good for a man like me, but from the very start, I found myself drawn to her for reasons I honestly couldn’t explain. I wanted her, and as she pressed her breasts against my chest, there was no denying that she was feeling the same way. My hands roamed across the curves of her body, and damn, she felt so fucking good. When she inched closer, squirming against me with a whimper, I knew that one kiss would never be enough. Our need for each other was only growing stronger, and even though I wanted her—God, how I wanted her, I didn’t want to fuck things up by pushing her too fast. I eased away from those sweet lips of hers and let out a deep breath. Looking down at the confused expression on her face, I kind of felt a twinge of guilt. “I need some air, darlin’.”
“Umm … Okay.” She followed me towards the door, and as soon as we were outside, she asked, “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. I just needed a minute.” That was a lie.
“Sawyer. There’s obviously something on your mind. Just tell me.”
She looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes, and I wasn’t sure what to say to her. “I think we’ve got a good thing here. I really do, but …”
“But what?”
“But I want you. I want you so bad I can’t fucking see straight.” I pulled her close and went on, “I know you’re one of those good girls, and you’ll think it’s crude when I say this … but I want to fuck you.” I knew it was a risk, but I told her exactly what was on my mind. “I want to fuck you long and hard. I want to make you come … over and over again. And I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”
With her dark eyes locked on mine, she bit her bottom lip and considered what I’d said. It took her all but a few brief seconds before she shrugged and said, “Then, don’t wait.”
I was stunned by her response. “What?”
“I want you, too, Sawyer. More than I ever dreamed possible. You know … tonight, I don’t want to be ‘the good girl.’” She arched her eyebrow and said, “Show me what’s it’s like to break all the rules.”
Damn. I wasn’t expecting that at all. I reached for her hand and asked, “Your place or mine?”
“Yours.”
I nodded and led her over to my truck. We were both silent as I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Just as I was worried that she might be having doubts, she eased over closer to me, placing her hand on my thigh. Her touch was innocent; mine was not. With my eyes focused on the road ahead, I lowered my hand to her knee and slowly trailed along her inner thigh. As I got closer to the hem of her skirt, her knees fell open, and her breath quickened as the tips of my fingers grazed the lining of her lace panties. My cock throbbed against my zipper knowing she was already wet. Damn. She had me all tangled up, and it was all I could do to not stop the truck and take her right then and there.
She shifted her hips forward and rested her head on my shoulder, closing her eyes as I continued to slowly caress her—tease her, and as I pulled into the driveway, her breath was ragged with need. I parked the truck, and when she followed me into the house, I was thankful that my folks had agreed to keep Kevin for the night. I reached for Kenadee, kissing her as we stumbled into the kitchen. Her fingers dove into my hair as she clung to me—hungry for me.
“Can’t stand it a minute longer,” I told her as my hand slipped under her skirt, reaching for her lace panties. With one quick tug, I ripped them from her hips, and her eyebrows furrowed with disapproval. With a smirk, I lifted her up onto the kitchen counter, and her sandals dropped to the floor. “I’ll make it up to you.”
She gasped when I lowered her shirt just enough to reveal her perfect round breasts, and her frown quickly faded after I dropped my mouth to one of them and began swirling my tongue around her nipple. “Oh God.”
I nipped and sucked, relishing the sounds of her little moans and whimpers as I teased her with my tongue and my teeth. Needing more of her, I stood and reached for the hem of my shirt. I didn’t miss the spark of desire that flashed through her eyes as I pulled it over my head. “You like what you see?”
“Um-hmm.” She purred as she placed the palm of her hand on my chest, her finger traced the line of my tattoo until she looked up at me.
“I like what I see, too, baby,” I said as I eased her back on the counter, then lowered my mouth down between her legs before I placed them over my shoulders. She inhaled a deep breath as soon as my beard brushed the inside of both thighs, and my tongue skimmed across her center. From that very moment, I knew I was in trouble. Like the most addictive drug on the planet, one taste of her would never be enough. I teased back and forth in a gentle rhythm against her sensitive flesh, loving the way her body instantly reacted to my touch. “Damn, baby. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
Her breath became uneven and hitched as I thrust my finger deep inside her, rubbing against her g-spot slow and steady. When I added a second finger, she tensed around me and goosebumps prickled across her skin. I continued to tease her, staying just inches away from where she wanted me. Her hips lifted up from the counter, begging for me to give her more. I instantly drove my fingers deeper inside her while my mouth clamped around her clit and sucked hard, giving her exactly what she needed.
“Sawyer!” she shouted as her head thrashed back.
“That’s right. Come for me, baby.”
I continued teasing that spot that was driving her to the edge as I tormented her with my tongue. She whispered my name over and over as she spasmed around my fingers. While she was still in the throes of her release, I quickly pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and grabbed a condom before I dropped my jeans to the floor, kicking them off along with my boots. I rolled the condom on and settled between her legs, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter. Fuck. She looked so damn beautiful with her long dark hair flowing around her shoulders and that wanton look in her eyes. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I inched towards her, raking my cock across her center. She was warm and wet, and I ached to be inside her. Clearly feeling the same, she arched her back towards me and moaned while her legs wrapped around my hips to pull me forward.
“You want my cock?”
“Don’t tease me, Sawyer.” Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she shifted her hips, forcing me inside. I froze. She felt too fucking good. I needed a second to get my act together or I’d be done before I ever got started. I regained my focus, then worked myself in deeper until I’d given her every inch. Relishing the sensation, my tortured growl echoed through the room as I slowly withdrew.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamn tight.” A slight hiss slipped through her teeth as I drove into her again and again—each time a bit faster and unforgiving.
Her heels dug into my back and she shouted, “Oh God, yes!”
Still buried deep inside her, I slipped my hands under her ass, lifting her from the counter and carried her into my bedroom. I lowered Kenadee down onto the mattress, then took a moment as my eyes roamed over every inch of her gorgeous body. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to steady her breath, each gasp of air sounding more desperate than the last. “Sawyer?”
Hearing my name on her lips drove me wild, and I couldn’t wait any longer to be back inside her. Kenadee’s smile went right through me when I said, “You’re so damn beautiful.”
I lowered myself onto the bed, settling between her legs and instantly slammed myself deep inside her. Shifting her hips upward, her tightness gripped firmly around me. I rocked my hips forward, sending an intense heat coursing through my body. I burned for her, every inch of me, and as I drove deeper inside her, I only yearned for more. I could feel her muscles contracting all around me as her second orgasm started to take hold. My body grew rigid as I struggled to hold back my own release, and it only became more difficult when she clamped down around me as her body writh
ed in pleasure. “Oh my God, Sawyer! Fuckkkk.”
I looked down at her sprawled out on my bed in an orgasmic daze and smiled. The good little nurse was a bit of a wildcat, and I liked it. I liked it a lot. But I wasn’t done yet. With her body still trembling, I dropped my hands to her hips, and she gasped when I abruptly flipped her onto her knees. With her perfect ass in the air, I fisted my hand in her long hair, giving it a gentle tug, and she cried out in pleasure when I plunged inside her once again. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling. Unable to control myself, I slowly drew back and slammed into her again and again, giving her everything I had. She was so damn hot, so tight, like her body was made just for me.
“Fuckkk!” I shouted out as my throbbing cock demanded its release too fucking soon. I wanted to take my time with her, but she was just too fucking tight, felt too fucking good to stop. I continued to drive into her in a feverish rhythm, until at last, she twisted the sheets with her hands and let out a tortured groan. Her body clamped down around me like a vice as my hips collided into hers, and I was done. I recklessly drove into her a few more times then finally came deep inside of her. As I fought to catch my breath, I kept my hands planted on her hips, holding her in place as our heartbeats began to slow.
We were surrounded in darkness as I collapsed beside her and whispered, “Damn, woman. You’re quite the wildcat when you want to be.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” With a smile, I teased her. “I kinda think you liked breaking the rules.”