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by McKenna Rogue


  She panted, her hips struggling against my hold, and she was dripping wet. She wanted more, and damn, did I want to give it to her. I flicked my tongue against her clit, and her hips jerked.

  “Calaveras!”

  I chuckled. I never thought it would be hot to have a woman call me by my last name, but it turned out, it was.

  I scraped my teeth down her center and came back up with my tongue. One taste sent me into overdrive. I dipped my tongue into her, licked and lapped at her wet cunt, wanting nothing more than for her to come on my face.

  She clawed at the comforter and tried to gain leverage, her hips bucking, her back arching. I played her body, figuring out what drove her crazy with need and what made her noisy. Her fingers pushed into my hair, and I grabbed her wrist.

  “Ah-ah. Keep your hands on the comforter.”

  Her brown eyes met mine. “Or?”

  “Or I’ll stop.”

  “Fuck.” She laid back down. The tension pulsed through her body. She wanted release.

  I went back to my teasing and licking until her breath was ragged, and her moans were needy. Licking my way to her clit, I sucked down hard on it. Blaze cried out and arched off the bed, coming almost immediately, her hips rocking into my mouth. I didn’t relent right away. I kept licking and sucking her until she was panting and clawing at the bedspread again.

  I released her legs, and she slumped on the bed for a second, catching her breath, then propped herself up on her elbows. Yanking my shirt over my head, I tossed it onto the floor. She watched me with rapt attention as I stripped, licking her pink, full lips, her eyes burning with desire. I couldn’t wait to see that plump mouth wrapped around my dick, but that would have to wait for another time. I ditched my jeans and boxers, then moved back toward her.

  “Scoot up the bed.”

  Her tits bounced as she moved. She was fucking beautiful. She moved backward, her eyes not leaving mine. Her nerves seemed to fly out the window when she screamed my name as she came. There was nothing left but Blaze and her desire to be with me.

  I ran my hands up her legs. “I can’t wait to see you come on my cock.”

  She chewed on her lower lip, picturing us together. She liked what she saw in her imagination. I hope I didn’t disappoint.

  I reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. She plucked it from my hand and ripped open the packaging, her eyes pinned on my dick.

  “You’re… um… really big.”

  She wrapped her fingers around my cock, and I closed my eyes, trying to keep my cool, but her hand felt so good. Her thumb rubbed over the tip, and she pumped me a couple of times before I grabbed her wrist. I looked down at her as she licked her lips and wrapped them around my cock.

  “Blaze...” I groaned, rolled my head back, and dropped her wrist. She went to work on me, her mouth warm, wet, and inviting, taking me as deep as she could. My hand went to the back of her head and pushed a little more. She took me, then backed off, her tongue twirling around my head, then she took me all the way again, deeper this time.

  I pulled her hair a little and pulled her off me completely, pushing her down onto her back, grabbed the condom, rolling it onto my straining dick.

  “This is going to be quick and dirty, thanks to that mouth of yours. Do you like it rough?”

  Blaze’s eyes looked a little uncertain.

  “We’ll go slow to start, but I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold back. Just tell me if it’s too much.”

  She nodded.

  I shifted between her legs and lowered myself onto her, groaning as my dick found her opening, sinking into her warmth and wetness inch-by-inch. She hissed and arched her back as I filled her up. Her expression wasn’t pained, and she didn’t say to stop. I pulled out slowly and grabbed her hip, slamming back inside of her… and did it again. This time, she let out a long moan and lifted her legs around my hips. Blaze thrust her hips to meet mine for each thrust.

  I was eager to feel her come on my cock. Even more than that, I wanted to see her lost in her pleasure. I watched her writhe beneath me, enjoying her moans and the way her body was covered in a sheen of sweat. The way her uncertainty faded again, leaving only Blaze with no doubts. I liked her like this. Not just because I was buried inside of her, her at my mercy, but because she was letting me in slowly.

  Our bodies came together, over and over again. I couldn’t get enough of the feeling of her soft, wet pussy surrounding my cock. I wanted to stay buried in her.

  “Harder, Calaveras.”

  “Fuck, yeah.” I had a feeling she was going to like it rough. I gripped her hip as I slammed in and out of her faster, harder, her moans growing louder, her cunt clenching around my cock. I reached between our bodies and rubbed her clit a couple of times before she arched, her hands going to the comforter, fingers knotting into the fabric, her heels digging into my ass. Then she was screaming my name.

  I held her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh, pounding into her a few more times before I buried myself deep and let go. My cock pulsed inside of her, spilling into the condom. I breathed into her neck, my weight pressing her down into the mattress, my hard lines cradled by her soft curves. After I managed to catch my breath, I rolled off, dealt with the condom, and cleaned up a little.

  When I came back into the bedroom, Blaze was rounding up her clothes.

  “You don’t want to do round two?” I was a little surprised she wasn’t the cuddling type or at least, conversation after type.

  “Round two?” She cocked an eyebrow. “So quickly?”

  “I need about ten minutes.”

  “I, um…really?” Her eyes traced over my form. “I thought you would’ve wanted me gone as soon as possible. And since we left my car at the bar…”

  “I have to see you in the morning. I wasn’t looking for this to be some sort of wham bam, thank you—”

  She held up her hand. “Don’t.” She pulled on her bra, then her dress, her gaze flickering to my jeans.

  I chuckled. “I like you. You’re—”

  “Please don’t say ‘not like other women.’”

  “Jeez, tough room.” I grabbed my jeans and yanked them on. I wondered if she wanted her panties. She was going to have to ask for them. “Okay, why don’t you tell me what we’re doing here?”

  “How about, we play it by ear? We have our professional sessions, and if you feel like seeing me, throw me a text.”

  “What if you want to see me?”

  Her lips curved. “I bet I can go longer without sex than you.”

  “Yeah, but do you really want to? And I wasn’t talking about just sex. There are other things we can do. Places we can go. I heard this town is crazy about holidays. I’m sure there’s some holiday just around the corner.” I opted to leave my shirt on the floor; I was playing dirty. “You can play it cool all you want, Blaze, but I think you enjoyed yourself, and that’s why you’re fleeing the scene as fast as possible. You don’t want to end up cuddling with me. Good sex and cuddles. What will you do?”

  She tugged on her dress. “I’ll do what I always do.”

  “Vibrator? Or do you just like using your fingers?”

  “Maybe I’ll show you sometime.” She winked as she headed out of the bedroom.

  That imagery hit me hard. Maybe I wasn’t going to need a full ten minutes. Fuck. Why the hell was she running? I thought we were having a good time. I knew she was with me the whole time. What did I miss?

  I went after her. I really wasn’t sure what was going on. I usually didn’t have to ask for round two or for anyone to stick around, but there was practically a Blaze-shaped hole in the wall, she was trying to get out of here so quickly. By the time I reached the living room, she was fully dressed, except the lace still in my jeans.

  “You’re ready for a ride back to your car?”

  “I called a cab.”

  “Blaze…”

  “Come on, Calaveras. You know it’s better this way.”

  �
��Actually, I’m not sure I do know that. What happens when I want that sweet cunt of yours again?”

  Her cheeks and chest reddened almost instantly. At least she wasn’t completely immune to me.

  “Then you give me a call.”

  I patted my jeans searching for my cell phone. “If I call you now, will you stay?”

  Was I begging her to stay? What the hell was wrong with me? She was serving up the perfect situation—sex when I wanted it, no strings, and she wasn’t going to be clingy. What was wrong with that? She even seemed totally fine with it… except, I wasn’t at all. I wanted her to stick around. I wanted to talk, and that felt completely wrong. For the first time, something else was all-consuming other than baseball.

  “It’s not a good idea. I promise, once I’m out of your space, you’re going to be glad I’m gone. And if you’re really that hard up for another orgasm, just call me tomorrow.”

  The horn honking outside announced the cab.

  “I can at least drive you back to your car.”

  She headed for the front door. “Don’t be silly.” She ducked out before I could say another word, and I watched her disappear.

  What the fuck just happened? I’m pretty sure I had the best sex ever with a woman who chased away the loneliness and made me smile, and she couldn’t wait to get out of here.

  Fuck!

  7

  Blaze

  The entire ride back to my car, I regretted leaving. I could’ve stayed and had another mind-blowing orgasm… or three. Or maybe cuddled as he suggested. He was practically begging me to stay, but I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I’d never experienced anything like that before. I wasn’t shy in bed, but I definitely wasn’t some wanton sex kitten. Being bossed around had never been so fucking hot in my life.

  Jason made me feel a lot of things I’d never experienced before.

  Once I was in my car, I sat there staring into space for a long time. My entire body thrummed, throbbed, tingled from a touch, a kiss, a lick Jason had burned into my skin. The longer I was away from him, the more I regretted leaving. I’d like to say I didn’t want to get attached, I shouldn’t get attached, but who was I kidding? I was definitely already attached.

  My phone buzzed; Allison’s picture popped up on my screen.

  “Allison?”

  “Hey. Why are you answering your phone? Shouldn’t you be having hot, dirty sex with a baseball player?”

  “Been there. Done that. Why are you calling me if you think I’m out on a date?”

  “Because I know you.”

  “You know me? Since the third grade. What does that have to do with my date?”

  “Blaze, it’s ten o’clock at night. You don’t do sleepovers. And you have to work tomorrow.”

  “Why are you calling me?”

  “Because I wanted to be wrong. I was hoping you were allowing yourself to have a good time.”

  “If it makes you feel any better, I wish I hadn’t left.”

  Allison’s tongue clicked. “I guess that’s a step in the right direction. Did you have a good time?”

  “I did. Probably too good of a time.”

  “Aw, come on, B. You deserve a good time.”

  “I’d feel better about if he wasn’t going to be leaving as soon as he gets back to playing. Enough about my night. Did I make a mistake letting Theo in today?”

  “No, Theo was fine.” There was a pause. “You’re always up late. I just needed to talk to you. I keep wanting to call him. Like somehow he’ll be able to give me an explanation that makes sense.”

  I turned on the car and put it into drive.

  “Don’t do that. He cheated on you, Alli. You deserve better than that bullshit.”

  “I know. I know. But this whole being alone thing really sucks. It’s miserable. How do you deal with it?”

  “I haven’t ever found being with someone has brought that much joy in my life either. Everything feels a lot easier being by myself after watching what my parents went through. And now seeing what you’re going through, leaving Jason’s house tonight was definitely the right thing to do.” Even as I said the words, I wasn’t sure it was true.

  “I should just model myself after you.”

  “Don’t do that. You like being partnered. You should be partnered. Just with a better guy this time around.”

  “Yeah.” She sighed. “I guess.”

  “I know. You feel like you’re never going to be loved again. It hasn’t been that long. Give yourself some time to recover.”

  She made a whiney noise. “I just don’t know why he did this to me. Was it something I did?”

  I headed to her place. “Allison, you did nothing wrong. You’re an amazing friend and as far as I can tell, an amazing girlfriend and fiancée. He wanted to marry you, right?”

  “I guess.”

  I continued to try to talk her down from her depressed ledge, wishing I could give her some kind of comfort. When I got to her house, she opened the door, her eyes bloodshot and raw red from all the crying she’d been doing. Her nose was pink and would probably be raw if she kept this up too much longer. She almost looked worse than when I left her before, except she was shower fresh, and her hair was even blow-dried.

  She welcomed me in, and I gave her a big hug.

  “Why don’t you want to get married?” Allison sighed. “Why are you so cool being single?”

  “I watched my mother die, and not even a year later, my dad had a woman knocked up and married her, and now they live in my childhood home as if my mother never existed. Love is a sham. My mother was the best person I’ve ever known, and if no one could love her the way she deserved, then who is going to love me? Not to mention, guys don’t flock to me—the guys I like, like the skinny, gorgeous women. The ones who like me, I’m not really into. I don’t know.”

  Allison blinked at me. “You never told me any of that.”

  Now I was feeling crappy all over again.

  “I should stop going around to visit my dad. I think I just get in the way and always end up feeling so much worse when it’s over it. And things with Jason just confuse me.”

  “I’m sure you don’t get in the way. Your dad loves you, and his wife seems nice.”

  “We were talking about your heartbreak, not mine. But rest assured, I’m not a role model for healthy relationships either. I just slept with one of my clients.”

  “He wasn’t your client when you met him.”

  “I’m just saying. Some of us are cut out to be in a romantic relationship, some of us aren’t. You clearly are, so don’t give up because one guy is an asshole.”

  “I wish you didn’t sound so depressed after sex with a hot guy. Was it bad or something?”

  I couldn’t hide my smile. Even as crappy as I felt, there was no way I could say anything bad about the sex I’d just had.

  “Shut up. He was good?”

  Mind-blowing. Out of this world. So good, I freaked out and left.

  “He’s fine.”

  “Fine? All you’re going to give me is fine?”

  The blush made me hot, and I wished more and more I hadn’t left so quickly. I wondered if he would call me again. I grinned like a cat that swallowed the canary.

  “He was fan-fucking-tastic.”

  “I knew it!” She giggled. “You should’ve stayed.”

  “He asked me to stay. I opted to leave. I’m supposed to be his therapist, and instead, the guy is fucking me sideways. It was all surreal. The unbelievable hot guy usually doesn’t want me, and I still can’t figure out why he does.”

  She blinked at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you use fuck as a verb. Where has this Blaze been? I like you like this.”

  “Like what? Pathetic because a guy rocked my vagina, and I don’t know what to do about it?”

  “I think it’s more than that. I think you like him.”

  My stomach lurched. “I don’t know him.”

  “Well, you don’t let just anyone
have a go at your vagina. You must like something about him.”

  “All right. My vagina is now off the table for discussion.”

  “Come on. You gotta give me some details. It may be years before I have sex again.”

  I chuckled. “Allison, for as long as I’ve known you, you’ve had a harem of men just waiting around for you to choose one of them. Once you get out of this funk and get mad, you’re going to be so glad that asshole freed you. Then you and your vagina are going to have a blast. Or would you prefer I said your pussy?”

  Her eyes bugged out of her head. “You’re not allowed to play this professional rehab therapist around me anymore. I want you to be the foul-mouthed chick who has her way with hot, dirty baseball players and leaves them wanting more.”

  I burst out laughing. “I’ll see what I can do.”

  “Seriously, where have you been hiding?”

  And that’s exactly what it was. I was hiding. Hiding even from myself. It felt good not to try to be so prim and proper. It was an amazing feeling to just be and do, not overthink everything. It helped when I was around Jason—all my blood went to other parts of my body, so it was more difficult to overthink anything.

  Allison wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “Thanks for coming over tonight.” She kissed my cheek. “You always know what I need.”

  I kissed her temple. “You and your vagina are not my type.”

  She flopped a couch pillow in my face. We both laughed.

  Jason showed up for his appointment promptly. Leading him back into the room again, I could feel his eyes on me, but I wasn’t going to think about how good he felt inside of me or how much I wanted to kiss him again.

  Shit. Except that was exactly what I was thinking about. I gave him a lecture about keeping it professional, and I wasn’t even able to do that. This wasn’t Jason, my booty call, this was Jason Calaveras, my client and an important part of the Jubilee Falls Coyotes.

  “How’s your pain been?” I was proud I kept the sex kitten breathy voice out of my tone.

 

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