He tosses his head back and laughs.
Jenna’s frown matches my own. She beats me to the question. “What’s so funny?”
It takes him a few seconds before he calms down enough to answer. “It’s Kenneth.” He starts laughing again like he can’t stop.
“What’s with Kenneth?” Jenna prompts.
“He… He…” He starts and stops in fits.
“Spit it out. I know you are dying to tell me.” Jenna draws out the words and rolls her eyes at the same time.
“He left me, saying he was going to take the straight and narrow road with you. And here you are, with this scrumptious man. Kenneth is going to be devastated, and wait until I tell him to go fuck himself when he comes running to me.” He hoots and howls a few seconds more. “I swear, all the men in this city have the audacity to be taken. And you have two. What are the chances?”
He points at Jenna with an accusing finger and she glares at him.
“Come on, Scarlett. Stop with all the theatrics. Frankly, I don’t give a damn about Kenneth. He’s all yours. But this one’s mine.”
Her eyes go hot before she steps in front of me and pulls me in for a sexy kiss that stirs my cock to life. She steps closer, which only makes things worse. My dick begins to uncoil, and this jumpsuit will not hide anything. I have to pull back before it pokes its way out of the Velcro fly.
“Meet me in your office when you’re done,” she whispers against my mouth.
Nodding has to suffice because words are like scrambled eggs in my brain. Then again, blood loss will do that to you. She bites her lip, and I’m about to tell Horace to take a hike.
She steps away. Unlike Horace, the way her hips sway is mesmerizing. All reminders of his presence are vanquished from my mind, until he speaks again.
“Holy Mother of the Devil. You’ve got one big ass cock.”
My head snaps forward, and I see Horace staring down at where no doubt a tent formed in my pants from Jenna’s kiss.
As if her ears burn from my thoughts, her voice drifts back to me. “That’s exactly what I said when I first saw it. In fact, I think my precise words were you’re hung like Horace. But that’s not completely true. I believe Brandon’s got you beat.”
Horace’s jaw unhinges, and he fans himself. “Are you sure you don’t want to take a walk on the wild side? We can even bring in Kenneth and Celia.”
That idea cools my mood.
“No thanks. Let me take a quick look. Most likely I’ll have to hook it up to the computer for the codes.”
Talking shop has my dick going back into hibernation mode. Which is a good thing, because otherwise Horace might see it as some sort of sign.
Pulling a penlight from my pocket, I flick it on. It’s something I keep in my jumpsuit for times such as these.
I’m bent over when Horace mutters, “That Jenna is one lucky bitch.”
Not taking much longer, I straighten. His comments have calmed my raging thoughts.
“There don’t seem to be any nuts or wires loose from what I can quickly tell. I think you’ll be fine.”
“You can’t say things like nuts around me,” Horace whines, looking genuinely put out.
I sigh. “You can leave it and I’ll pull it into one of the bays when I have time, otherwise you’ll have to excuse me. There is a very sexy woman waiting for me in my office.”
He actually looks like he’s going to cry. I pat his arm as I make my way back inside.
As I pass the window from the front office and the bays, I catch Dana glaring at me through the glass. I hurry by and enter my office, closing the door behind me.
“So, you believe me now about Kym?”
She unbuttons a few buttons on her shirt. “I was wrong. I admit.”
“And?”
Her fingers quickly handle the rest. She parts the shirt, and a blue lacy bra is underneath. Her breasts look like they are ready to pop free. She pulls up the skirt that hugs her curves like a second skin. She’s bare except for one of those… my brain malfunctions. It’s like I can’t remember my alphabet, let alone words.
“You like my garter belt? I thought you deserved something special since I unfairly judged you. Once I realized my mistake, I went home to change. And here I am. And I’ve been a very bad girl.”
I swallow. “So you’ve been bad.”
“Very,” she says.
She sits on the edge of the desk and spreads her legs. Her pink pussy is like dessert served on a silver platter. “So, what should I do?” I say, playing her game and enjoying every second of it.
“I should be punished.”
I grab her hair, but not too hard. I tug her forward with my other hand between her legs stroking her as I bruise her mouth with a kiss.
“Sounds like you want it rough. I can play. Just say the word.”
“Make me scream, Brandon.”
Challenge accepted. I bite her lip before I let her go.
I unleash my dick through the fly, not bothering to take off my jumpsuit. I press inside her, as her core soaks me, easing my way in. I’m not even halfway there, and she’s bucking against me. Using one hand, I lay her flat on the desk. Then I situate her legs in the air, calves resting on my shoulders. I go to work with punishing strokes while working all of me inside her. She moans loudly and I could give a fuck who hears, even though I should. It may be time for some soundproofing, because no doubt with Jenna being mine, we will do this again and again.
Noticing the clasp on the front of her bra, I reach with one hand to unhook it. Her tits bounce free, and I squeeze one and then the other, hardening her nipples. Spreading her legs to either side, I lean in, taking one breast in my mouth. I suck it to a peak while I continue to thrust roughly inside her. Then I kiss her like I fucking missed her because I did.
When I feel her hand slide between us, I raise up on one arm so I can see. Watching her stroke her clit hurls me forward to the cliff’s edge of orgasmville. I’m going to come, and soon. I grind, making a deeper impact. She screams as her pussy chokes my dick. I come like a shaken opened beer can. It goes on for so long and so hard, as her pussy convulses around me, that a sheen of sweat covers us both. After a moment, I pull back and watch cum spill out of her.
Both sets of her lips are swollen, her hair’s a tangled mess, her skirt’s bunched around her waist, but damn, if she doesn’t look like the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Only it hits me.
“Fuck, Jenna, we didn’t use protection.”
Nineteen
JENNA
“It’s okay,” I pant. That had to be the best sex ever. “I’m on the pill.”
“Uh-huh. But you’re—”
“I’m what?”
“Clean? Were you and Kenneth safe?”
“Yeah, we always used protection. I used to wonder about that, but he would say things about taking every precaution regarding pregnancy and that BS. I probably should get tested, though.” I scrunch up my face.
“Probably.”
“Have you?” I ask. “Been tested, that is?”
“I’ve never had unprotected sex.”
“Yeah, until just now, neither have I.” Damn, I wonder how many partners Kenneth has had and have any of his encounters been without the use of a condom.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just thinking.”
“Really? I wouldn’t have guessed.” Brandon presses his finger to my mouth. “Your lips are all puckered up and not in the kissing way.”
“Sorry. This isn’t very sexy, but I was wondering about Kenneth.”
“Maybe it’s time to have a little talk with him.”
“Maybe. I’ll have him meet me a few minutes early on Sunday and ask him.”
Brandon chuckles. “You’re really going to rattle that chain around his neck, aren’t you?”
Tilting my head back, I look at him. “Not at all. He needs to come clean with me, no pun intended. And it’s not my fault he’s been so chummy with Mom. He’s getting what he
deserves.”
“You should invite Horace.”
“Oh, God, you are evil.” I laugh. “His dad might have a stroke. That wouldn’t be good at all.”
“No, I suppose not.”
All of a sudden, there’s a pounding on his office door. “Brandon, you ever coming out of there?” It’s Dana, and she doesn’t sound very happy.
“Uh-oh,” I whisper. “Did I get you in trouble?”
His wicked grin gets me ready for him again. “I’m always in trouble where she’s concerned.”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” he calls out. “Is there a problem?”
“If you call a backlog of work a problem, then yeah,” her snarky reply comes back.
Brandon waggles his brows. “Looks like I’ll be working late tonight because of that sweet little pussy of yours.”
I take his earlobe between my teeth and tug on it. “Was I too much of a distraction?”
“Did I say that?”
“You insinuated it.”
He brushes his lips across mine, then says, “Then let me convince you otherwise.” He slams his hard as rock dick back inside me.
“Fuck, Brandon.”
“That’s what I’m doing.”
This time, he’s all business. Hard, relentless, and punishing, my pussy nearly whimpers by the time I come. As my inner muscles clench his cock, he groans out his orgasm. His fingers sink into the soft flesh of my hips in a bruising grip, and all I want is more.
“You don’t need to work on any cars because I think you just fine-tuned my vagina.”
That gets a hearty chuckle out of him as he slowly pulls out. “Good. And let me just say that there have better not be anyone else in there using any kind of tools except for me.”
“Hey, what about my pocket rocket?”
“I’ll give you a pass with that.”
He hands me some tissues so I can clean up.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I really have to get back to work,” he says with a serious expression.
“No problem. This little break was only to tide you over. There’s more for later.” I wink at him, then pull my clothing together. The reality is, I also need to get to work. And I’m behind as it is. My boss was complaining just the other day that the brochures and press releases were late this year. But I’m too happy to dwell on that right now.
It’s like tearing two dogs apart when we finally go our separate ways. My body hums for him all day, and it’s the craziest thing. I’d never felt this way for Kenneth. It validates my feelings for Brandon every time my mind wanders to him, which is every minute. Who am I kidding? I can’t get the man off my mind at all. He’s consuming my every thought. I may as well resign my position and go to school to learn the trade of becoming an auto mechanic. Then I could really play with his tools! My little joke has me laughing so hard, I almost rear-end someone at the stoplight. Shit, I need to get my head out of the fucking clouds.
As soon as I walk in the door at work, my boss, Helen, jumps on my ass. She can be a royal bitch, too.
“Where the hell have you been?” she asks.
“I, uh, had some business to take care of.” Her gaze runs up and down me, the way a man’s would, and I can almost hear her thoughts.
“Yeah, I’m sure you did. I want to see the artwork you received from the graphic artist on our brochures, and what do you have for me on the press releases? I approved the media kit last week, and I’ve gotten nothing back from you since.”
My hands fumble in my purse as I dig for my phone as I move toward my office. “I’ll have it for you in a minute,” I say over my shoulder. Shit, I have to get scrambling. It’s not that I don’t have it. It’s just that I’m ill-prepared. Too much cock brain here.
I boot up my computer and hunt down the email from our graphic designer. All the files are here—she sent them last week, but I never even looked at them, I’m ashamed to say. The brochure options all look amazing. I’ll give Helen the job of choosing which one to go with. That should appease her.
Next, I check the press release I wrote last week, just to make sure everything is in order. I don’t want any pesky typos to show up so Helen won’t bring her wrath down upon me and ruin my post-coital bliss. A grin covers my face as I think of Brandon’s cock sliding in and out of me.
“What are you thinking of over there? I hope our brochures aren’t putting that kind of smile on your face.” I jump at Helen’s voice. Her high-pitched tone scares the hell out of me.
“Oh, well, the yachts are pretty sexy, you know.” My face must be as pink as the head of Brandon’s cock.
“Don’t get any ideas there, Ginger.”
Is she getting dementia? Who the hell is Ginger? “What?” I ask.
“You know, the sexpot from that old show, Gilligan’s Island. But then again, you’re probably too young to remember her.”
I chuckle and wave my hand, saying, “Oh, yeah. I remember her,” when in actuality I have no clue to whom she’s referring.
“So, whatcha got for me?” She stands with her hands on her hips, tapping the toe of her high-heeled shoe.”
“Come look. They’re gorgeous, and I’ll let you pick the ones you like the best.”
She walks around to my side of the desk and hovers over me. Grabbing my mouse, she scrolls and examines each one. After a few minutes, she agrees they’re all great.
“Let’s go with these two.”
“Two?” I’m a little more than surprised. We had a long argument over how we could only have one brochure not three weeks ago and now she wants two. This woman is beyond difficult to please.
“Yes, that’s what I said. They both tap into different things. This one hits the current owner that we could entice on coming over to tour other yachts and other activities that will be going on at the marina, and this one,” she taps her finger on my computer screen, “hits the casual boat lover that may or may not know a thing about yachts.”
Currently, I’d like to pull all my hair out. That’s the exact thing I tried to tell her when we argued.
“Perfect. I’ll tell the graphic designer we’re a go on these. And hang on,” I open up the press release, “here’s the release.”
She reads it and gives it her approval. “Get that out today, along with the press kit, and hopefully the final artwork will be ready for the printer soon.”
The rest of my afternoon runs fairly smooth, except for Kenneth’s phone call. He wants to talk, so I tell him I’ll call him later.
It’s after six when I’m able to leave work, so I call Kenneth, as promised. Apparently, Horace called him and told him about Brandon and me. Kenneth’s nearly crying over the phone.
“I don’t know why you’re so upset. It’s not like you don’t have someone on the side.”
He whines when he says, “But you cheated on me.”
For real? Who is he kidding? “Um, no, I did not. And look at you casting stones.”
“But I love you, Jenna.”
“Man up, Kenneth!” I’m done with the attitude. “Look, I can’t be holding your hand anymore because of your parents. The truth is, Brandon and I just got together. I did not cheat on you. But there is something I need to know. Do I need to get tested for HIV?”
My eardrum practically ruptures as he screams, “WHAT?”
“Calm down, Kenneth.” Jeez, I feel like I’m scolding the man.
He doesn’t answer, but I hear him huffing into the phone.
“The reason I’m asking is, well, I would think it was obvious. You’ve had sex with men, and maybe I’m taking a leap here, but I would guess Horace isn’t your first.” I decide to wait and see if he’ll fill in the blanks. He doesn’t. Only the sound of his breathing comes back to me. And it’s the noise of a runner putting in at least five miles on a treadmill.
“Kenneth, are you there?”
“Yes, Jenna, I’m here. Let me assure you. There is nothing for you to worry about,” he snaps. My God, I’ve pissed him
off.
“I am worried. The HIV rates among homosexuals—”
“I know what the HIV rates are, dammit. Don’t you think I’m aware of the statistics? Why do you think I was careful to wear protection every time we had sex? And for your information, I’m not a homosexual.”
Huffing, I say, “Whatever. But, Kenneth, you must also be aware that protection is not a guarantee.”
“Jenna, I’m not stupid, although you seem to think I am. I do get tested every month.”
That eases my anxiety over this a little, but the fact remains he hid this part of his life from me. I can’t be overjoyed with him.
“Fine. I still plan to get tested, but I appreciate you watching out for me. I’ll see you Sunday.” No use in dragging this conversation out longer than necessary.
“Wait,” he says right before I end the call.
“What?”
“You sure you won’t reconsider?”
“Kenneth, nothing on Earth could make me do that. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
In a softer tone, I go on. “Would it be so bad if your family disowned you? I mean, look at how miserable you are, living a sham of a life. Wouldn’t you be happier in your own skin, doing what you want, even if it meant going it alone?”
He’s very quiet, but then he says, “I’ve given it a lot of thought. Horace says he’ll help me. But I don’t know. I’m afraid it’ll really hurt them.”
In a way, I understand. My mom, although not nearly as bad as the Balfours, is pretty crazy when it comes to society things. But I think eventually she would get over it and move on. I could always get my Aunt Kendra to talk some sense into her. She’s as wide open as an Indiana farm field. She’d tell my mom to loosen up her tight ass in a heartbeat.
“You know they’d get over it. You’re their only son. And your mom wouldn’t want to part with that. After a few months, I’m sure they’d see the error in their ways.”
“You have no idea what you’re saying. But I won’t tell them. I’ll do as you ask on Sunday, but they’ll think it’s because I decided I didn’t want to get married after all. And about the HIV, I’m clean. Get tested if it will ease your mind, but you’ll see. Everything’s fine.”
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