“This is what you want, isn’t it, Walker?” I could see the fire in his eyes that he would try to deny it, but we were well beyond that. I grabbed his face and lowered my lips to his. It was a slow, teasing, tantalizing kiss that shocked him at first and then thrilled him. Walker’s hands went to my ass, grabbing and kneading and squeezing until I moaned into his mouth. I pulled back, needed to seal the deal. “This is what I want. Is it what you want?”
His brown eyes could hide nothing, not with his cock hard and pressing up against my thigh until my muscles quivered. Before long, Walker was in charge, directing the scene between us. His hands roamed all over my body like he was trying to memorize every dip and every curve. His tongue slid across one nipple and then the other until I gasped and arched into him before dropping to his lap and grinding against him right where I needed him. “Audrey.”
That was it. Just my name released on a groan filled with dark sexual desire.
“I’m right here, Walker. What do you want?”
“You,” he growled and stood, gripping my ass while he grinded up into me and my head fell back on a moan. “Hang on tight.”
My arms hugged his neck while my mouth had a mind of her own, licking the column of his neck and nibbling that muscle that curved from his neck to his shoulder. All the while, he took the stairs two at a time until I was free falling and then landed on a soft, fluffy comforter. “Nice bed. I bet you sleep good.”
A deep rumbling laugh escaped and my thighs quivered. “These little fucking boots have been driving me crazy all night.” Walker grabbed my ankle and slid one shoe off and then the other. “And these legs,” he growled as his hands slid up my legs before gripping my hips and sliding down the inside of my thighs, pinky fingers grazing the swollen heat of my folds.
“You tease,” I accused on a breathy pant.
He laughed again. “Now you know how I feel, watching you in that dress. Tits practically on my plate. And those lips.” He leaned forward and nibbled my lip like it was his favorite bit of candy. Then his hands tugged on the hem of the dress until it was over my head and sailing across the room to some unknown destination. His mouth went to my nipples and I was eighty percent to ecstasy. The way Walker used his tongue and teeth and lips like a perfectly coordinated attack left me a quivering mess with my orgasm just of reach.
“Not yet,” he said.
His mouth worked every inch of my body before his tongue slipped between my slick heat and sent me flying to the moon. “Walker! Oh, yes! Yes!” All of it—his lips, his tongue, and even his teeth—scraped against my clit until I vibrated with need, clenching a fistful of his hair as I begged him to make me come.
“Again,” he urged, the words vibrating against my clit as two thick fingers slipped inside.
“Walker, please. Make me come.” Light suction came first and then a smacking sound that sent fireworks shooting off behind my eyes and then his talented fingers curved forward and my back bowed off the bed. “Walker. Yes! Walker!” His name dripped from my tongue like a prayer or maybe an offering, I didn’t know. My mind was too soggy, to blissed out do anything but pull him up and taste myself on his mouth. “I’d love to return the favor.”
Another low growl escaped and I smiled against his lips. “Me too. Later. Right now, I need to take advantage of all that sweet cream gathering between your thighs.”
“Dirty,” I groaned.
“Sweet,” he shot back with a smile, entering me on a slow, deliberate thrust. “Oh, fuck. So damn tight.”
By the time Walker was buried deep, I was lost to the feel of our bodies twined together, slick and hot with lovemaking. I closed my eyes tight and reminded myself that no matter how life altering, how cataclysmic it all felt in the moment, none of it was real.
It felt damn real.
The way Walker looked into my eyes, when his strokes grew long and deep, felt real. The way my name fell from his lips felt like something more than sex. The way he surged into me over and over, eyes never leaving mine as he pumped pleasure into me, felt real. It felt like more than pleasure, more than a simple satisfying of an urge. “Audrey.”
Even that felt real and I squeezed my eyes even tighter as pleasure erupted through every molecule of my being before shooting out of me like a million-light display. “Walker!” My body shook and convulsed for a long time, despite the one word that became my own personal mantra.
It was the most intense orgasm of my life. I saw lights and stars, maybe even another universe in the moments until I came back to earth to stare into the eyes of the man I loved. Absolutely and totally without regard to anything resembling sanity, I was in love with him.
And he wanted everything I wasn’t.
Thank goodness this was the last time.
Walker
My night with Audrey had been incredible. She’d rocked my world. Blew me away. Invaded my mind and my body until every other thought was about her. Even now, with her curled up against my side, my cock was hard and straining to get close to her.
She was a witch. That was the only explanation for what had happened last night. The sex had been unexpected but it had also been the single hottest encounter of my life. Audrey was on fire for me, frantic and eager to try every position, no matter how exposed or how dirty. And fuck, the way those violet eyes looked up at me as she took my cock deep down her throat and moaned. For the rest of my life, I’d never forget the way her eyes slid closed, as though the taste of me was just that fucking good—the sound she made like I was a piece of chocolate.
I couldn’t get enough of her. Not even now, with her asleep beside me, could I stop touching her. One little puff of air over her nipple and it was hard. She was lying on her back, legs partly open, looking like a feast.
I kissed my way down her body, waking her up by degrees until I was feasting on her like a morning pick me up. Audrey arched into me with a sleepy moan, fingers sliding through my hair as she rolled her hips against my mouth. “Oh, yes.” Her voice was low and thick with sleep but filled with eroticism. “Yes.”
It took less than a minute to her make her come and another two for her second orgasm to rock through her body. “I love watching you come apart, Audrey.”
“Good, because I like being watched by you.” I didn’t know what caused this change of heart but I was smart enough not to question it as one hand snaked slowly down her body in a zigzag pattern, settling between her thighs, the soft sound of fingers sliding through thick, slick arousal.
My dick was so hard, I thought I would burst, watching Audrey play with her pretty little pussy. Pumping my cock, I stared at her fingers, watching the way she brought herself pleasure. Memorizing it. “Can’t. Wait.”
“Who asked you to?”
Dammit, even now with two orgasms in her, she was cheeky as hell and I loved it. “Not ask,” I told her and slowly pushed inside her damp heat. “Beg. And you did, Audrey. You begged for my cock.” Thinking about it had made me hard enough to pound nails.
“You want me to beg again, Walker? Should I beg for your precious co—” I cut off her smartass words with a kiss because I didn’t want playful banter this morning, I just wanted Audrey. Her lips were sweet and still held a faint hint of her on them. I devoured her mouth and her body in long, slow drugging strokes that had her squeezing her eyes shut.
She was so damn beautiful with her eyes closed and her head tossed back in pleasure, all I could do was lean forward and taste her again, sucking that sweet nipple into my mouth just to hear her moan. That soft little cry sent shivers down my spine that settled in my balls. “I do.”
Audrey blinked and then licked her lips before she hooked her ankles behind me and pulled me in closer to swipe her tongue along my jawline. “Walker, please. Please, fuck me. Make me come. Please.”
It was that last please that got to me because it wasn’t cool and practiced like the other words. Her voice cracked. It was barely noticeable but I heard it and more importantly, she meant it. “If you insist,
sweetheart.” Looking down into those fascinating violet eyes made me sure of one thing: Audrey was a witch. She’d bewitched me. That was the only explanation for why I couldn’t get enough of her. It was why, even after I made her come two more times and shouted her name throughout my own orgasm, that I was still buried deep inside her body.
I couldn’t let her go. I didn’t want to and it scared the shit out of me. “How can it keep getting better?” If I could figure that out, I’d be safe from whatever this was.
“I don’t know,” she heaved through a lungful of air, smiling wide. “But I’m not complaining.” Audrey slid from the bed and grabbed my T-shirt from the chair in the corner. “I’m starved though. You’re a good calorie burner, Walker Reid.”
With a laugh, I grabbed my boxers from the floor and followed Audrey into the kitchen where the rest of the food sat, untouched. “Nuked dinner?”
She shrugged. “How about the oven instead? It’ll take longer but the food won’t taste like rubber.” Audrey took a seat at the table, which unfortunately covered up miles of bare leg.
It was a comfortable, companionable silence, but I wanted to talk to her, to hear what she had to say in that slightly soft and husky tone that made a man go crazy. “What are you working on?”
She blinked, taken off guard by the question. I couldn’t say that I blamed her since, asshole that I was, I rarely asked personal questions. I had my reasons but I couldn’t find one good one as I shoved the leftovers into the oven and set the timer. “Work stuff. As usual.”
I smiled to myself because Audrey could be stubborn as hell when she wanted to be, when she needed to be. “Yeah, but what specifically? Anything exciting?”
“It’s all pretty exciting if it’s what you want to do, and it is. What I want to do, I mean.” Audrey rolled her eyes and rested her chin in one hand. “I’m nearly finished with the first draft of my graphic novel.” She visibly cringed at her words, making me realize she hadn’t meant to share that with me, which was a shame. “I have several regular clients and a contract with a boutique ad agency so I’m confident it’s the right decision.”
Shit, that surprised the hell out of me. “Wow. It sounds like your business is doing well.”
“You don’t have to sound so surprised or upset about it, Walker.”
Dammit, she was right. I was upset about her career success because it was on my list. A successful woman with a successful career was at the top of my list. Dammit. Audrey was becoming more and more dangerous to my peace of mind, to my bachelor status. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just that I guess I never really knew this side of you.”
Even though she was kind enough not to say it, the look on Audrey’s face said it was because I never made the effort. And she was right. Dammit again.
The oven timer sounded and though I couldn’t look away, I went to check on the food. “So what’s this novel about?”
“You’ll have to buy it when it comes out if you really want to know.” She wore a cheeky grin but the pink stain on her cheeks told the truth of how much this meant to her.
“I look forward to it.” That much was true. As a girl, Audrey constantly had her head buried in a notebook filled with sketches and strips of action, but I just chalked it up to something girls like her did. It never occurred to me she’d make it a career. “What’s the genre?”
“Young adult fantasy.”
“Wow. Really? Tell me—” My next question was interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing on the table. Who in the hell would be calling me in the middle of the night was anybody’s guess and I steeled myself for the worst. As county attorney, it wasn’t unheard of that I received calls in the middle of the night. Sometimes a guy needed to be arraigned right away and we didn’t let a little thing like business hours get in the way of that. “Hello?”
There was a long pause and I was ready to hang up until a familiar voice sounded. “Walker? It’s me. Lissa.”
“Lissa. Hey. What’s up?” Will’s words played in mind and I couldn’t help but wonder what trouble she planned to bring into my life.
“Are you busy? Can you talk?”
With a quick glance over my shoulder at Audrey, who was trying hard not to listen, I knew I was backed into a corner no matter what I did. “No, I’m not busy. What’s up?” I removed the food from the oven and plated it all, taking it to the table while Lissa told me all about her Australian husband and their latest adventures in the outback.
Audrey didn’t look up when I set the food down and I thought it best to have this conversation in private so I headed to the backyard.
“Are you listening, Walker?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Gavin and I are pregnant. We’re having a baby and I wanted you to be the first to know.” She sounded happy. Genuinely happy which was something neither of us had been after we said our vows. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
I was happy for Lissa, I truly was, and there were no lingering feelings between us. It was just that I didn’t care. “That’s great, Lissa. Congratulations.”
“I, uh, just didn’t want you to hear it from anyone else. I mean we planned to have kids and all, but—”
“No explanation necessary, Lis. We were all wrong for each other and having kids together would have made divorce harder than it needed to be. I’m glad things worked out the way they did.”
“Oh good,” she said, sounding relieved. “Mama was worried you were still carrying a torch for me.”
I barked out a laugh at that. “I’m not, Lissa. Like I said, we weren’t right for each other. Next time, I won’t make that mistake.” I had a list to make sure of it. “Congratulations to you and Gavin. Truly.”
“Thanks, Walker. I hope you find whatever you’re looking for.”
“Thanks. Goodbye, Lissa.” The call ended and I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. With a husband and a baby on the way, she was well and truly someone else’s problem now. “Thank fuck.”
I went back inside with a wide smile, ready to refuel and repeat with Audrey, only to find she was gone. The food sat untouched on the table and the T-shirt she’d been wearing—my T-shirt—was left draped over a kitchen chair.
There was a message there, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what.
Audrey
Never in my life had I been so relieved to wake up feeling like crap. I felt nauseous and dizzy, all around like crap. And every time I tried to sit up, the world spun whip-fast, leaving with me no choice but to slam my eyes shut and yank the blankets up over my head. It was a little game I’d been playing for two days. At least I thought two days had passed since Walker looked at me wearing nothing but his T-shirt and still told his ex-wife that he wasn’t busy. Two long days since I walked up those carpeted steps, picked up the remnants of the previous night’s passion, put them on my body, and left the same way I’d come over. Through the front door.
The walk home gave me plenty of time to think about my plan. My stupid plan to sleep with him and walk away had crumbled at the mention of his ex-wife’s name. Lissa with the sleek blond hair and cool blue eyes and the ability to look good in everything she wore. She had just enough of a hint of a wild spirit in her that of course Walker had fallen for her. Made her his wife.
Looked like she still had some kind of pull over him and that was all the reminder I needed to finish off the last step of my plan. Walk away. Two days had passed, and he hadn’t called or stopped by unannounced, so I was getting exactly what I wanted. He’d lost interest.
Finally.
That was the crappy thing about being deathly ill, or at least feeling deathly ill: it gave you plenty of time to think. To overthink would be more accurate because I couldn’t stop replaying that night. That night. God, it had been so good. So sensual. So damn hot. I was sweating even thinking about it. Or maybe that’s the fever. Whatever was the cause of the sweat beading my skin, I needed to get out of the bed and to the bathroom.
Step one: stop thinking about Walker.
Step two: move my damn legs.
All I had to do was swing them over until I felt the floor under my feet, but I couldn’t. The spinning was too much. It brought on the nausea and I really didn’t want to get sick all over my bed.
“So you’re not dead. Well that’s good at least because here I am rushing over, prayin’ to the good Lord above that I’m not gonna find your cold dead body, and here you are woolgathering.”
“Mom,” I groaned even though I was happy to see her. For the moment. “I’m not woolgathering. I’m sick. Probably dying.”
Mom scoffed as she yanked the blankets from the bed and sat beside me, the back of her hand pressed to my forehead. Then my chest. “You’re a bit under the weather but hardly dying. That’s the problem with being so healthy all the time: you forget what it’s like to be sick.”
“That doesn’t sound like a problem to me, Mom. Get back before you get whatever this is.” I turned away from her, using my hip to urge her off the bed.
“Oh please. I’ve raised plenty of kids with worst illnesses than this. You don’t even have a fever.” Just to be sure, she touched my face again. First with the front of her hand and then the back.
“That’s not the only symptom of illness, Mom.”
She looked at me with a carefully considerate look and I held my breath to avoid squirming. “Hush up, child. I know that. You sure you’re not in the family way?”
I felt the blush rise up my cheeks at the same time the question registered in my brain. I couldn’t hide it, not with her looking for signs of deception, so I shrugged it off. “In the family way? Did I wake up in the nineteen-fifties?” It was one thing to be glib with Mom about it, but the more I thought about it, I couldn’t remember the date of my last period. She kept on staring. “I’m not pregnant, you crazy woman. Sex has to happen for a pregnancy to occur and I haven’t. Not in a while.” Why I even bothered to add the last part, I couldn’t say, except that no one should have these types of conversations with their parents when they were delirious with sickness.
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