by J. S. Cooper
“To my room to have a shower.”
“You’re sleeping here tonight.”
“But I still need to shower and put on my pj’s.” I didn’t even protest at the thought of sleeping with him. It was just one night, and it would feel nice to sleep in his arms.
“You’ll shower here, and I’ll give you a T-shirt to wear.”
“Fine.” I was too tired to argue with him. I yawned and leaned my head against his chest. “You feel so warm and delicious.” I looked up at his face. “And sexy.” I reached up and touched his lips. “You have such juicy lips, I could just eat them.”
“Well, hopefully not.” He laughed. “Come on, Savannah, let’s get you to the shower.”
“Okay.” I nodded, and then I frowned. “How come you’re still awake?”
“I’ve been waiting on you to get home,” he said gently. “You didn’t say you’d be gone all night.”
“I didn’t know I had to say.”
“So, were you on a date?” His voice sounded gruffer as he helped me get out of my clothes. “Did you kiss him goodnight?”
“Kiss who goodnight?”
“Gecko.”
“Gecko? You mean Geico?” I started laughing again. Wade just frowned in response. “Oh, you mean Gordon.” I grinned. “Gordon isn’t interested in kissing me.”
“Oh?” His eyes narrowed. “How do you know?”
“Ooh, I’m naked!” I gasped as the cool air hit my bare skin. I shook my finger in his face and giggled. “Don’t go trying to have your wicked way with me, Wade.”
“You wish, Savannah.” He shook his head as he turned on the shower. “Now get into the shower.”
“Are you going to get in with me?” I batted my eyelashes at him and gave him what I hoped was a sexy smile.
“I don’t think that’s a great idea.” He shook his head with a wry smile. “In.” He pointed at the shower.
I pouted. “I don’t want to go in alone.”
“Fine.” He shook his head, muttered something under his breath, and grabbed my hand. “Come on.” He led me into the shower and the lukewarm water poured over my skin.
“This is cold.” I gasped as I pushed myself into him. “Why do you have your clothes on in the shower?”
“Because it’s a good idea.” He grinned.
“Nope.” I grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it up. He hesitated a moment and then lifted his arms up so that I could pull it all of the way off him. My fingers then ran down his chest, playing with his nipples and feeling his abs as the water drenched both of us.
“Savannah,” he groaned as my fingers went south to pull his briefs off, “I think that’s enough.”
“Boo.” I pouted.
Before I could say anything else, his lips crashed down on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, pushing my breasts against his chest and melting into him. His hands wrapped around my waist as he pushed me back against the wall, his lips falling to my neck. He then grabbed a bar of soap, wet it, and began to rub it over my body, gently down my arms and then to my shoulders and breasts. Tantalizingly, he made his way down to my stomach and then finally between my legs.
He rubbed the soap on his fingers and dropped the bar on the floor. He slipped his fingers between my legs and rubbed back and forth, soaping up my clit and folds until my knees felt like they might buckle.
“You’re not meant to put soap there like that,” I mumbled as his fingers started rubbing my clit in circles. “It can lead to yeast infections.”
He pulled his hand away, and I immediately grabbed it and put it back between my legs. “I didn’t mean you should stop!”
He chuckled, but the sound cut off when I reached down and slipped my hand into his briefs. His cock was rock hard.
“Savannah …” he groaned. “I don’t think …”
Before he could stop me, I pulled his briefs down. He stepped out of them, and I stared at his cock in awe. It was beautiful, and I wasn’t even really into the look of them. But Wade’s hardness thrust out, hard and thick and wet, and I couldn’t wait to touch it.
“My turn,” I said with a sweet smile.
“Here,” he said, handing me the soap.
“Oh, not for that.” I dropped to my knees, the water streaming down my face as I took him in my mouth.
He groaned as my lips met his skin. I had to open my mouth wide to suck him, and even then, I couldn’t fit all of him inside. I bobbed up and down on his cock, licking it and sucking it with pleasure. He pulled on my hair and grunted as I blew him. I loved that I could feel him getting harder and harder as I took him in farther and farther, then reached up to play with his balls. His whole body suddenly stiffened and he pulled away from me. He grabbed his cock and stroked himself twice before he exploded into the shower, some of his warm cum hitting my face before being washed away by the water. He pulled me up to kiss me, and I kissed him back passionately.
“You didn’t have to pull me away.” I wrapped my hands around his hard butt.
“I did.” His fingers played with my nipples as once again he pushed me up against the shower wall. “The first time I come inside of you, I want it to be in your pussy, not your mouth.”
My legs trembled at his words. He started kissing my neck again, and I melted against him. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He groaned as he adjusted himself between us. I felt his cock rubbing against my entrance, and I closed my eyes and moaned at how good it felt.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” he whispered in my ear as he slipped a finger inside of me. “I wanted to go slow the first time, but I can’t go slow right now. I just need to feel you.” I kissed him hard, and he moved his mouth down to suck on my nipples. “I’m getting hard again already,” he grunted as he rubbed the tip of his cock on my clit. The pleasure almost made me cry out. “Have you ever been fucked in the shower before, Savannah?” he asked as he rubbed against my entrance.
I suddenly realized what was happening, and I froze.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked.
“We can’t—I can’t do this.” I pushed him back.
“What?” He blinked.
“You’re not wearing a rubber.”
“I’m clean.”
“But pregnancy!”
“Aren’t you on the pill?” He looked surprised. “I assumed you would have been on birth control if you had a boyfriend.”
“I didn’t have a boyfriend.” I bit my lower lip. “That was a lie.”
“So you’re not on the pill at all?” He let me down. “You didn’t just break up, did you?” He groaned. “Oh, Savannah, did you forget we already cleared up this lie? I know you didn’t have a boyfriend.” He looked at my naked body and sighed. “Come on, let’s dry you off and we can go to the bed. I have condoms in my drawer.”
“I don’t know …” I leaned against the shower wall. I wanted him very badly. I wanted him to be my first, but not like this. Not when I was half-drunk. Not when I didn’t really know where we stood. “You haven’t even taken me out on a date,” I blurted out.
He looked at me in surprise. “Sorry what?” He blinked as he turned the water off.
“You’ve never even taken me on a date, but you want to sleep with me.”
“Are you joking?” We stepped out of the shower. “You weren’t complaining about that when my tongue was inside of you, making you come. Or when my fingers ...” He stopped and sighed as he held out a towel for me to step into. “But fine.” He wrapped the towel around me and kissed my forehead. “How are you feeling?”
“Okay.” I looked at his face to see if he was mad at me. “The shower took away some of my buzz.”
“Good.” He smiled. “Now, let’s get you to bed.”
“Do you want me to go to my own room now that you know there will be no sex for you tonight?”
He frowned. “I didn’t invite you to my room for sex, Savannah. Come with me.” He led me to his bedroom, and I watched as he opened a d
rawer and pulled out a long black T-shirt. “Put this on and get under the covers.”
“Okay,” I grabbed the T-shirt and let the towel drop. He groaned at the sight of my naked body and then walked back into the bathroom.
“What are you doing to me?” he muttered.
I put his shirt on and got into the bed. I couldn’t believe that I’d just told Wade Hart I wouldn’t sleep with him when every fiber in my body wanted to sleep with him so badly. I lay there for what felt like ages, my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. It was only when Wade got into the bed that I realized I’d dozed off slightly.
He flicked the light off and settled into his side. I waited for him to wrap his arms around me but he did nothing. I shifted in the bed so that I was facing him. He was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked him softly, and he looked over at me in surprise.
“I thought you were asleep.”
“Nope. Why would you think that?”
“You were snoring.” He laughed, and I rolled my eyes. “Sweet dreams, Savannah.”
“That’s it?” I moved closer to him and I saw his nostrils flaring as I moved my head to his shoulder and reached out and touched his chest.
“What do you mean, that’s it?” He frowned as I stretched a leg over him. “What are you doing?”
“Getting comfortable.”
“Savannah …” he groaned.
I slid my leg down his stomach, and my thigh grazed his bare cock. “You don’t have anything on?” I grinned in the dark, tracing my fingers down his chest toward his cock.
“Savannah, stop.” He grabbed my hand and pulled it up. ““I think it would be better for you to sleep on your side of the bed. Go to sleep.”
“I don’t want to go to sleep.” I kissed his chest.
He pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me. “So you want me to fuck you, then?” he growled. He grabbed my legs and pulled them over his shoulders and then leaned down to kiss me. “Do you want to feel my hard cock thrusting into you, you tease?” His fingers played with my nipples, and I could feel the tip of him rubbing my clit. Heat pooled between my legs.
“Wade,” I moaned, desire and desperation growing in me.
“Oh, Savannah, what are you doing to me?” he groaned.
Abruptly, he moved down and buried his face in my pussy, his tongue entering me in one quick movement. His fingers rubbed me at the same time he was fucking me with his tongue. I grabbed his hair, shouting and shuddering as I quickly climaxed at his touch. He kissed back up my body and pulled me into his arms.
“Is that better?” he whispered in my ear as I snuggled against him, satiated and happy.
“Yes,” I whispered as I closed my eyes. I could feel his hard cock against me and snuggled my ass against it. “Night, Wade.”
“Night, Savannah,” he snorted. “Once again, you’re leaving me horny and blue.”
I smiled at the agony in his voice as I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 15
It felt like a hammer was pounding into my head when I woke up. I groaned and held my forehead in my hands.
“Good morning,” Wade’s deep voice greeted me.
I opened my eyes slowly and looked around the room as the events of the previous evening came flooding back. Oh, shit, I’d given him a blow job in the shower and I’d nearly had sex with him …
And oh, shit, I’d complained because he hadn’t taken me on a date.
I wanted to curl up into a ball and die, I was so embarrassed.
“Hungry?” Wade picked up a plate from a tray on the dresser and placed it on the sheet in front of me. “I made you some scrambled eggs and toast.”
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that.” I blushed as I sat up. I looked over to the clock to see that it was eleven a.m. “Oh, no! It’s so late. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He smiled. “You only missed my breakfast, a conference call, and another meeting.”
“Oh, no.” I bit down on my lower lip, and he started laughing.
“It’s okay, Savannah. I’m sure you’re not going to make it a habit, getting drunk every night.”
“No, no, of course not.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“I did, thanks. You?”
“You want the truth?” He sat on the mattress and watched me eating my eggs and toast.
“The truth.”
“I had blue balls like no one’s business.” He laughed. “I woke up at five a.m. and swam for over an hour.”
“Oh, no!”
“Oh, yes.” He nodded. “And then I had a cold shower and jerked off to images in my head of you blowing me last night.” He grinned. “And I’ve been working ever since, so there you have it.”
“Uhm, thanks for your honesty, I guess?” I winced. “You must think I’m a horrible assistant.”
“Not horrible.” He shook his head. “But definitely not the best.”
“Wade!” I poked him in the shoulder.
“What?” He laughed. “You haven’t even worked here a month and you’ve already gotten so drunk you missed a day of work.”
“You and your mother drove me to drink,” I grumbled. “Speaking of which, where is she?”
“She’s gone to the village to do some shopping.” He made a face. “I figured we could go out this afternoon, so you don’t have to deal with her then, either.”
“Go out?”
“Yes.” He grinned. “I can show you a bit of the area.”
“That would be cool.” I took another bite of the buttery toast and chewed. “Do you have time today? Or should you really be working?”
“I’m the boss, I always have time for a break.”
“I guess that’s true.”
“And you’re my assistant, so you do as I say.”
“I do, do I?”
“Well, you should.” He raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you’re paid for.”
“I suppose so.” I shrugged and then ate some eggs. “What time will we leave?”
“I’d love to leave in thirty minutes, if you can be ready by then?”
“Sure. Anything in particular I should wear?”
“No.” He grinned. “Whatever you see fit.”
“Really?”
“No, bring a swimsuit if you brought one.”
“I didn’t bring one,” I lied.
He smirked. “I don’t mind. I’m not opposed to skinny dipping.” He shrugged. “Though I did tell you to bring one.”
“You’re not the boss of—” I stopped. He was very much still the boss of me.
He chuckled. “I wondered if you’d catch yourself. I’ll go and make some sandwiches and then you can get ready.
“You really don’t have to do that.” I shook my head. “I should be making our lunch.”
“But I invited you on this date, so I think it’s okay.”
“This is a date?” I couldn’t keep the surprise out of my voice.
“Well, you seemed reluctant to sleep with me without us going on a date.”
“So all this is so you can sleep with me?”
“I very much want to sleep with you, Savannah.” He looked over my messy hair and still sleepy face. “You’re nothing like I thought you would be like, you know that, right?”
“You’re nothing like I thought you would be, either. Or rather, I’m not the person I thought I would be around someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” He raised a single eyebrow and my heart melted a little more. Why did this handsome man want me so much? Was it because he hadn’t had me yet? Or was it possible he actually liked me?
“You know what I mean.”
“I don’t, but I dare say that I will figure it out eventually.”
“How was the open mic night last night?” He cocked his head to the side. “Will you tell me one of your poems today?”
“I don’t know.” I suddenly felt shy. “I don’t want you to judge
me.”
“Judge you?” He shook his head. “I wouldn’t do that.”
“Really?”
“No comment.” He winked and then walked toward his bedroom door. “Finish your breakfast and get ready.”
After he left, I leaned back against the headboard and looked around the room. On my right was a large painting of a stag. I was surprised I’d never noticed it before. Possibly, I’d been too focused on Wade the previous times I’d been in the room to notice much else. The stag appeared to be standing in front of mountains and I stared at its antlers in awe. Such a striking painting.
“That’s an original Edwin Landseer.” A sharp voice carried through the room and my eyes flew to the door. There stood Wade’s mother, her blonde hair flowing around her face. Her eyes looked softer this morning and she walked into the bedroom. “‘The Monarch of the Glen.’”
“Sorry, what?” I pulled the sheet a little closer around me.
“The name of the painting is ‘The Monarch of The Glen.’ Edwin Landseer painted it in 1851. My late husband purchased it for me when we were in London one summer.” She walked up to it. “It’s a beautiful painting, but not one I would have wanted in my bedroom.” She looked back at me. “His use of light is quite magnificent, though, don’t you think?”
“Yes.” I nodded, surprised she was being so friendly to me. Well, that wasn’t exactly the right word. She wasn’t being friendly. She just wasn’t being a bitch.
She turned away from the painting and looked thoughtfully at me. “You’re not what I expected.” She pursed her lips. “Though Wade has never been predictable. How long have you been fucking my son?”
“We’re not sleeping together … well, not having sex.” I mumbled. “It’s not what you think.”
“I’m sure it’s exactly what I think.” She shook her head. “My son has no heart, you know.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is, but you most probably don’t know him well enough yet.” She sighed. “Wade lost his heart many years ago.”
“Why do you say that?” I frowned and sat up. The sheet rolled down and exposed my black T-shirt.
“Well, you're not naked.” She looked thoughtful. “Interesting.”
“Uhm, I’m going to my room to shower now.” I pushed the sheet further back and got out of the bed. “Have a nice morning.”
