DIRTY TALKER

by Mira Lyn Kelly

  But the clenching twist deep inside, wringing liquid heat between my legs, tells me that would have been a lie.

  I want to hear more. But I don’t know what to say. So instead, I speak with my body. My hand reaching for his, guiding it that last inch toward contact.

  “Fuck, that’s hot.” Eyes locked with mine, he drags the pads of his fingers over my panties. “Soaked.”

  This is crazy. Reckless.

  Incredible.

  Heart racing, body thrumming, I try to check over my shoulder. Make sure we’re still alone. But the truck behind me blocks the view.

  There’s no way for me to know if someone’s coming. We should stop, we should—

  Whoa. “That’s— That’s—” My breath catches as Wade rubs another slow circle around my clit. “So good.”

  “Trust me, Good Girl?” he asks, circling again and then petting me with the full length of those thick, long fingers. Teasing me. Making me clench and ache.

  “I do.” Maybe it’s crazy, but it’s true.

  “I said I wasn’t sharing you.” His eyes flick from mine to the bar in the distance. “No one can see.”

  Thank God, because I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want to think. I just want to stay in this moment with Wade driving me wild, the pleasure usually so hard to chase rushing closer with every second that passes.

  And then he’s kissing me again, his tongue thrusting hard and deep as he teases beneath the silk of my panties. His rough fingers so good I gasp.

  “You like that?” he murmurs against my lips. “Want more?”

  “Yes.” I’m close, nodding desperately now.

  Wade strokes through my slickness again, then, eyes locked with mine, he presses inside.

  My eyes go wide, my breath catching on a fractured cry he cuts off with his kiss.

  He works in and out, slow and steady. One finger becomes two as he dirty-talks against my lips. “So fucking good… so wet for me… feel you squeezing me…”

  It’s never been like this.

  “So tight…”

  He’s stroking deeper, stretching me more.

  “So sweet… making me crazy…”

  Oh God. “Wade.”

  His thumb presses firm. “Come for me, Good Girl…”

  And that does it.

  I’m done. Crying out into his mouth as the pleasure surges and breaks, crashing hard through my center again and again until I’m limp and breathless, clinging to the man who just changed my world.

  Our eyes meet and I catch my breath enough to speak. “You are crazy fun.”

  He laughs, pulling me into his chest as he opens my door. “In the truck, Harlow. I’m not done with you yet.”

  Wade

  The drive to the hotel is torture.

  But getting back to our room and getting Harlow beneath me is mission-critical, so I keep my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road. And when she leans across the front and slides her hand up my thigh, I tell her that unless she wants me to pull over and fuck her against the steering wheel right here on Main Street, she’s gotta stop.

  She doesn’t. And she makes a liar out of me too because as bad as I want to hear her coming apart for me again, I’ve maxed out my risk-taking today.

  That business in the parking lot? Not my usual MO, but damn, I couldn’t stop. Not when we had the woods behind us and the truck blocking the view of anyone coming out of the bar. Not when she was giving me those sexy, needy sounds and pulling my hand between her legs.

  The last half mile is brutal, but somehow, I make it to the hotel, park, and get Harlow out of the truck without seeing how hard or how fast I can get her to come on my hand again. Somehow we get past the front desk and out of the elevator without getting arrested. But once the doors open on our floor, it’s on.

  I’m backing her down the hallway, mouth fused to hers. She’s already got half the buttons of my shirt open. When she misses a step, I catch her, lifting her against me.

  Her back meets the wall between rooms 303 and 305, her legs coming up around my waist as I rock into her heat. Two doors down, it’s my back at the plaster, her hands fumbling with my belt. Finally, we make it and stumble into the room, propelled by some hard-driving insanity.

  “Clothes,” she gasps. “Hurry.”

  I nod, grabbing the back of my shirt and whipping it over my head. “Need to get inside of you.”

  Only she stops. Eyes wide and staring at my chest, she swallows.

  And then instead of stripping off her sexy dress, she steps back into my space and presses her hands flat against my abs and smooths them up over my pecs.

  My ego lifts his head, fucking sighs in relief.

  Five seconds ago, I was completely on board with the hurry, hurry. But having Harlow’s hands on my bare skin for the first time makes me want to slow down.

  “It’s crazy,” she murmurs, tracing my shoulders with her fingertips. “We’ve been all over each other for the last couple of days. Faking like we’ve been together this way. But it’s all new.”

  “It is.” And not just that I’m finally able to run my thumb across the lush swell of her bottom lip. It’s that this feeling I have when I’m with her is new.

  I’ve had girlfriends.

  I’ve gotten caught up in women.

  But this? This is different.

  I want to tell her she’s special, drop the words like kisses across her body, let her see it in my eyes. But that’s not what tonight’s about. Until I convince her otherwise, tonight is about tonight.

  Still trailing her fingertips across my skin, she brings her lips into the mix. The light scrape of her teeth. The smallest taste from her tongue.

  “Harlow.”

  She hums, sliding her arms around me and moving on to a slow, openmouthed exploration that’s so sweet and sexy, I have to clasp my hands behind my head to keep from grabbing her and tossing her onto the bed.

  “You’re killing me with that mouth.”

  Another soft hum. “Your body’s making me do it.”

  Her kisses drift lower, and while I love the direction of her thoughts, it’s not what I want tonight.

  “Come here,” I say, bringing her up. I gather the dress I’ve already taken more than my share of liberties with and draw it over her head, leaving her in a pale pink bra and matching panty set that’s fucking gorgeous against the darker hues of her skin.

  “Beautiful.” For a guy who likes to use his mouth, it’s all I’ve got.

  “You make me feel that way. You make me—” She shakes her head, looking at me with a mixture of heat and wonder that has me pulling her in for another kiss.

  When I have her mouth beneath mine again, her soft moans slipping over my tongue, I wrap my arms around her and carry her to the bed.

  I lay her down, pressing the condom from my wallet into her hand as I taste the spot beneath her jaw and skim the line of her collarbone with my nose. Nuzzling lower, I tease the swell of her breasts while easing the straps of her bra from one shoulder and then the other.

  She reaches behind her for the clasp and then those silky cups fall away, freeing the full mounds.

  So sexy.

  I draw one tight, beaded nipple into my mouth, sucking and flicking until she’s arching beneath me, her knees sliding restlessly against my jeans.

  “Naked,” she pants, making me grin when she starts working them down with her feet.

  “Naked,” I agree, catching her panties as I back off the bed. And damn, the needy sound she makes when my cock springs free is about the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.

  Taking it in hand, I give myself a slow stroke to torture us both. Her mouth drops open and yeah, that does it. I’m back on the bed, crawling up her body. Groaning when she rises up, reaching for my kiss.

  Our tongues glide together, wet and hot. Urgent.

  I rock between her spread legs, coating my shaft with her need. Teasing her clit with the ridge of my cock and then dragging it back and forth throug
h her folds until we’re slick, groaning, treading dangerously close to the line I never cross.

  I won’t. I won’t.

  Fuck—

  I break away for the condom and then she’s pulling me back to her. Sucking on my tongue and moaning around mine. I press her knee up and open. Line up, so I’m right there. So close, I can feel the needy pulse of her body begging to take mine.

  But I want the words.

  “Tell me, Good Girl.”

  Her breath is ragged, desperate. “Please.”

  Please.

  She’s killing me.

  I push into her slippery, wet heat, clenching my jaw as she squeezes and hugs me. Pulls me deeper and gasps when she’s taken me as far as she can. Our eyes meet and hold, while I wait for her to adjust.

  Another clingy grasp, and I start to move, slowly. Pulling back through that wet velvet grip, back, back, and then sliding in again, deep, deeper. She takes more of me this time, clenching around me when I bottom out.

  And then we’re moving in time, straining together.

  We’re all rolling hips and grasping hands, deep kisses, sweat-slicked limbs.

  “You like that, Good Girl?” I ask, grinding deep and using my hips to stir inside her.

  She nods, quick and desperate, her fingers gripping my shoulder and arm.

  “You want more?” Shifting my weight to get a different angle, I give her a few shallow thrusts that hit another sweet spot. Watch as her mouth opens and closes in a silent plea.

  She’s almost there.

  “You want my cock so deep inside that sweet pussy you’ll feel me for days?”

  The hard pulse of her body around mine gives me the answer even before she shudders out, “Y-yes.”

  Getting closer.

  I tease us both through another short thrust and then I give it to her.

  Full length. Hard and deep. Burying myself so far inside I meet her throbbing little clit with my groin… and she comes apart for me, crying my name as her body grips mine like a fist, pulling me over the edge with her.

  When we can breathe again, she turns to where I’m collapsed at her side. “You’ve got skills, Wade Grady.”

  I grin, wiping my brow on the back of my arm. “You haven’t seen half of them yet.”

  Chapter 13

  Harlow

  I wake to a low masculine growl that sounds like satisfaction and contentment all in one. Wade pulls me into his body, his breath warm and soft against my shoulder when everything else about him is spectacularly hard.

  “You awake, Good Girl?”

  “I am.” I smile, turning over in his arms so we’re facing one another. It’s morning and our one night is done. Still, I’m not quite ready to give up the connection and intimacy, and I snuggle closer. “We’re late for our run.”

  Wade rolls his head back and forth against his pillow in what I’m taking to mean no. “Not leaving this bed until you kick me out.”

  “That so?” Trailing my fingers over his shoulders and chest, I soak in the feel of him. A few more minutes won’t hurt anyone.

  He catches my hand with his and holds it against his heart. It’s such a tender move. So sweet. So Wade. And for a minute I imagine being able to wake up like this together each morning.

  It would never work, but it’s a nice thought. The kind vacations are made of.

  “You okay about last night?” he asks, eyes holding steady with mine.

  So much more than okay. “Last night was amazing. I usually don’t…” I can’t believe I’m considering even telling him this, but as evidenced by my actions last night, I trust him with things I’d never trust anyone else with. “Okay, I’ve never actually—when I’m alone I have, but even then—”

  In my mind, it was so much easier to say the words. But trying to voice them, I can feel the heat burning through my cheeks.

  Oh my God, why did I think I could tell him?

  I start to turn away, but he catches my shoulder and gently guides me back so he’s leaning above me, those gorgeous blue eyes peering down into mine.

  “Are you saying I’m the first guy who’s ever made you come?”

  “I’ve only been with a few men, and no one serious. But it’s never been like that.” Never like my next breath depended on having just that much more of him. With the others, it had been more about waiting it out for them to finish.

  Wade slowly shakes his head.

  “Good Girl, what kind of guys are you dating?”

  The wrong kind. “The kind who are probably more interested in my father than they are in me.” Another admission I can’t believe I’m making.

  “Wait, what? Why?” Then, “I’m starting to think I’m failing at this fake boyfriend thing… Who’s your dad, anyway?”

  And that, right there, is what makes Wade so perfect for this break out of time.

  “He’s got some clout in the financial world. A lot of connections. And to be honest, most of the men I’ve dated swim in the same circles.”

  He nods, seeming to process this information. Then he squints. “You keep telling me I’m not your type. You don’t dig jocks. And yet, not one of these suits who supposedly are your type has gotten you—”

  My hand covers his mouth, holding back those last words as I shush him with a laugh. “Okay, fine. I would like to amend my previous statement. It’s possible that I might be marginally attracted to men like you.”

  Wade’s brow rises and he shifts over me, sliding his knee between mine.

  “Marginally?” His eyes drop to my mouth as he brings his thigh against me. “And for a minute there, I thought my ego had a chance. But you’re just downright trying to kill the poor guy, aren’t you?”

  My answering laugh is breathless and a bit broken. And then my hands are on his chest, sliding up over his shoulders and neck, my fingers sifting their way back into his hair.

  This isn’t the plan.

  I was going for a swift exit, intending to make the transition back to friendly and fake as easy as possible.

  I could stop this. All it would take is one word. Probably less than that if I meant it… But the hard-muscled friction he’s giving me feels so good.

  “I thought last night was a one-time thing?”

  He lowers his mouth to my ear, catching the lobe between his teeth for a gentle tug. “Last night was a three-time thing if I’m remembering correctly.” He shifts lower, his tongue working over the tender skin beneath. “But maybe you need one more?”

  I bow into his touch, leaning into that sensual space Wade carved out for me.

  His lips ghost over mine, barely making contact. “Or I can stop if you want.”

  He pulls back, showing me the hunger in his eyes, the taunting gleam that says he knows I want him as much as he wants me.

  “Say it, Good Girl.”

  My knees slide up to his hips, my heels pressing at the backs of his thighs. “Don’t stop.”

  Wade

  I don’t stop. Not until I’ve made up for a few of the shortcomings from Harlow’s dating past. Knowing that not one of those worthless dickheads was able to satisfy her is the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation my ego has been waiting for. But damn, I hate that that’s how it’s been for her.

  So yeah, I make it last. I make it good.

  I even make her beg just a little on this last one. But judging by how hard she comes around me and the following assault of kisses raining over my face, neck, and shoulders, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say she doesn’t mind.

  Thing is, it’s just sex. Pretty spectacular sex, yeah, but as much as I’m hoping Harlow has had a miraculous change of heart on the “just” subject… I’m not banking on it.

  Turning on my side, I trace light patterns around the flat of her belly.

  “So was that just these four times… or do we want to go with six?”

  She laughs, and it’s this breathless sated sound so sweet I’m pretty sure I’ll do anything to hear it again.

  “What? I don’t
know how you’re counting.”

  “For real? You’re counting?” she asks, eyes soft, lips kiss-swollen and tipped up at one side.

  My chin pulls back. “You’re not? How do you grade if you aren’t keeping score?”

  Lifting her hand a couple inches, she gives it a limp wave. “You blew the curve.”

  That’s right, I did. But this is Harlow. “Good Girl, are you seriously telling me that you’d accept that generic result? That you wouldn’t demand accuracy in reporting?”

  She bites her lip, that hot-as-hell light firing up in her eyes. “You’re right. I would.”

  So sexy.

  I growl, reaching for her again, but she flees the bed with a shriek, pulling half the covers with her. “Fine, it was a six-time thing. Six. But there’s no seven. This was it, okay, Wade?”

  I flash a wink. “Got it.”

  Chapter 14

  Wade

  This is not it.

  Harlow escapes to the shower, and I jam my legs into a pair of jeans and a hoody and cut out of the room. I need a consult, and there’s only one place in the whole of Enderson and outlying where I can be sure it won’t be overheard.

  Two minutes later I’m slamming the door to the truck, Axel’s voice coming through the sound system.

  “Dude, Nettie says this girl is good people, so if you’re calling in some panic because your fake girlfriend turned out to be psycho—the problem is you.”

  I drop an f-bomb and knock my head back against the rest. “This is how you answer the phone? What if I’m calling on speaker from my mom’s kitchen?”

  “Are you?” His voice is one hundred percent no-shits-to-give.

  “No.” What a dick.

  “Did you spend the last fifteen hours freeing one limb from the duct tape holding you to a urine-soaked bed?”

  “No.” But that visual’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

  “Suspect she’s after your kidney?”

  “Axe,” I growl, only to hear the asshole chuckle across the line.