Edible

by Ella Frank

  “Well, one is my brother,” Rachel reminded dryly. She didn’t think it was weird at all. It was just part of her life, her history.

  “Were they good boys? I bet they were always in trouble.” Lena asked with a grin.

  Rachel chuckled at that. “Oh, as teens, they were always in trouble. God, Mom and Dad were forever looking for creative ways to punish Mase. They were also good guys though.”

  Closing her eyes, Rachel leaned back in her chair. “Josh’s family was just like ours, but you know that.” Rachel opened one eye to look at a relaxed Shelly. “He has his brother and two great parents, and he was my brother’s best friend. He also happened to be the boy I—”

  “Wanted to maaarrryyy,” Shelly sung like an idiot.

  Rachel found herself giggling at that. “Yes, I guess I did. It’s a good thing you came along and weaved your sex spell. It rendered him deaf, dumb, and blind to all those around you.”

  “Or you would have eloped with him instead?” Shelly quipped.

  “Eww, no, you moron. Josh is like a brother to me now. After high school, he went to college with Mason, and my attention was diverted to a different type of man. A man I thought was good for me, but he wasn’t.”

  Lena sat up and reached out to Rachel, squeezing her knee. As Rachel raised her eyes to her sister-in-law, she immediately knew that Lena knew about Ben. In the silent communication, Rachel felt the solid support from the newest member of her family.

  “So, that’s why you were such a pain in the ass when Josh and I—”

  “I was protective, not a pain in the ass.”

  “Oh, come on, you were a bit of a bitch.”

  Rachel’s eyes widened, and she looked to Lena for support.

  Lena shrugged. “You kind of were, but it all makes sense now.”

  Rachel slumped back in her couch and blew out a long breath of air. “Well, it’s just that I know what a good guy Josh is. I didn’t want you to jerk him around, you know?”

  Shelly’s smile changed from smart-ass to sappy in the space of a minute. “I know exactly what you mean. Josh is a total sweetheart. Strong, caring, and god, he’s so good in bed.” She paused before asking, “Is that weird for you to hear?”

  Rachel’s laugh exploded into the room as she shook her head, “Ahh, no. I’d be more disappointed if you said he was terrible.”

  “Speaking of good in—” Lena started.

  “Um, excuse me, you don’t get to contribute. I do not want to hear about my brother in bed.”

  “But you just said Josh was like a brother,” Lena protested with a wink to Shelly. The wine was finally catching up to her.

  “Yeah, but he’s not my brother. That’s the difference. Plus, I’ve kissed him. Guess I was always curious if he was a rock star in bed.”

  Shelly licked her lips and sighed. “In bed, in his truck…oh, oh, and in the parking lot.”

  Rachel’s eyes widened as she stared at the blonde doctor.

  “What about Cole?” Shelly asked with a wink. “We’re not related to him.”

  “What about him?”

  “Bet that guy’s a rock star.” Lena giggled.

  Rachel turned her eyes to her sister-in-law, feeling a smug smile pull at her lips. “Well, he has a real sweet tooth when it comes to caramel sauce.”

  The satisfaction Rachel got from the way their mouths dropped open was probably unhealthy in some way, but she relished the feeling just the same. She was about to mention the library and the ladder when there was a loud knock on the door.

  Looking around the room, Rachel asked, “Expecting anyone, ladies?”

  As they shook their heads, the knock came again.

  Getting up and placing her glass on the table, Rachel jumped over Lena’s legs, stumbling slightly and giggling as she righted herself. “Whoops.”

  As the girls’ laughter filled the room behind her, she straightened her white shirt hanging off her shoulder, ’80s style, and wiped her hands on her black stretchy leggings. Tipping her head back, she shook her hair out behind her, and then she reached out and opened the front door.

  All day, Cole had been thinking about getting back to Rachel. It was like she had infected his brain, and now, she was all he could think about. Originally, they had discussed that she would spend the afternoon and evening at her apartment, packing up as much as she could, and he would come and help her with the rest on the weekend. They had agreed to meet tomorrow for lunch, but as far as Cole was concerned, tomorrow was too damn far away. He wanted her now.

  So, there he was. He hadn’t even bothered stopping at home to change. Instead, he had come straight from the office.

  As the door opened and she came into view, he pounced. Stepping forward through the door, he reached out and slid his hands across her cheeks and into her hair as he backed her up into the small apartment hall.

  Kicking the door shut, he kept his eyes on hers. As they widened, she went to open her mouth, but before a sound could slip free, Cole lowered his head and sealed her mouth shut with his own. Sliding his tongue deep between her lips, he turned and walked them back until she hit the wall. Dipping his knees, he pushed his body flush with hers until he was rubbing his cock up against that delicious warm spot between her thighs.

  Running one hand down her neck, Cole moved the flimsy material of her shirt off her shoulder, continued sliding his hand down her arm, and then he wrapped his hand around her to cup her tight ass through those sexy black tights.

  With his other hand in her hair, he gripped it tightly and tilted up her head to him as he raised his head from her lips to stare down into eyes that had clouded over with lust.

  Fuck yes! Now, if I could just get these pants down, he thought as he dragged his palm over her ass, flirting with the elastic band around her waist.

  Lowering his head, he placed his lips against her shoulder and bit gently before he swiped his tongue over it, and Rachel let out a loud moan.

  “Well, as hot as this is, I think it’s only fair to let you know that other people are in the house.”

  Cole’s head came up at the teasing flirty tone, and he froze where he was. He had a hand in Rachel’s hair, and his fingers inside the elastic at the back of her pants. He could feel Rachel’s heartbeat thrumming against his chest as he looked down at his wife.

  “Thanks for the heads-up,” he mumbled as her eyes focused on him.

  “I tried,” she offered with a giggle.

  “Not very hard.”

  Rachel arched out her hips and rubbed herself against him. “Oh, it’s very hard.”

  Cole could now taste the wine on his own tongue from their thorough kiss. “And how much have you had to drink?”

  “Enough to not care that they’re standing here, watching you rub all over me.”

  He felt his lips twitch as he looked over his shoulder, still not moving away from Rachel. Right at this moment, she was the only thing hiding his massive hard-on.

  “So nice to see you ladies again,” he greeted Shelly and Lena, who were both now standing at the end of the small hallway.

  The blonde had a grin across her face and looked like she was barely holding back laughter, and Lena had her brows raised and was biting her bottom lip.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize Rachel was having company this evening.”

  The woman Cole knew as Joshua’s fiancée, Shelly, winked at him and Rachel. “I’m sure she’s wishing right now that she didn’t have company either.”

  “Shut up, Shelly,” Lena mumbled as she whacked her friend on the arm.

  “What? After seeing that, don’t tell me you aren’t going to go home and jump Mason. I’m definitely going to find Josh. That was hot.”

  “Oh god.” Rachel finally made a sound from where she was still pinned to the wall. It wasn’t oh god as in she was feeling ultimate pleasure. It was more, Oh god, make them stop.

  Cole found himself starting to laugh. When he felt that his body was somewhat back under control, he moved aw
ay from Rachel and asked the women, “So, what have you three been up to?”

  “Not as much as you,” Shelly pointed out, dropping her eyes to his pants with an inappropriate laugh.

  Rachel finally snapped to. Stepping up next to him, she assured him, “Ignore her. We all do.” Slipping her hand into his, she looked up and asked, “I thought we were going to just meet up tomorrow for lunch?”

  “Seems like someone was impatient. It’s quite sweet really,” Shelly interjected.

  “Does she ever shut up?” Cole asked good-naturedly. He looked first to Lena, who was shaking her head, and then to Rachel.

  “No, this is pretty much it. Isn’t it strange that someone as nice as Josh end—”

  “Hey!” Shelly complained. “I’ll have you know that Josh totally understands and loves everything about me.”

  Rachel leaned into Cole. “Yeah, I’m sure he does. Maybe that’s why he’s always occupying your mouth when he’s around. To shut you up.”

  Lena giggled at that, and Shelly glared at her. “What? It was funny.”

  Shelly moved back into the living room and picked up her purse and Lena’s before she strutted back to the hallway and handed the purse to her friend. “Well, one thing I do know is we should get going.”

  Looking at the three of them, Cole grimaced. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

  Shelly laughed and Lena pushed her non to gently out of the door as she tried to assure him, “You didn’t don’t worry. Have a good night.”

  Shelly called back over her shoulder, “A really good night!”

  As the door slammed shut behind them, Cole turned to look down at Rachel.

  She shrugged. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

  Taking her hand in his, Cole tugged her toward the bedroom and snagged the open bottle of wine. Over his shoulder, he told her, “I’m not, yet.”

  And as she followed him with a wine-induced giggle, Cole shut the bedroom door, ready to have a nice long drink.

  As the bedroom door clicked shut, Rachel turned to see Cole minus his jacket. He was leaning up against the door, holding the opened bottle of wine down by his side.

  Rachel let her eyes run over him, and as she brought them back up his suit pants to the tailored white shirt and bright red tie, she couldn’t help the thrill that she got from knowing he was hers.

  Keeping her eyes on his, she reached down and lifted her shirt up and over her head, flinging it off to the side. As she did so, Cole lifted his left hand and loosened his tie.

  Without a word, Rachel pushed her fingers into the top of her leggings and stripped them down her legs. When they hit the floor, she looped them on her toe, and with a flirty wink, she kicked them toward him.

  No words were needed as Cole removed the tie over his head and threw it on the floor. He then began to undo the buttons of his shirt from top to bottom as his eyes zeroed in on her lacy, white strapless bra and matching miniscule thong. When he reached the bottom of his shirt where it was tucked into his pants, he pulled the material free.

  Rachel’s entire body felt like it was about to overheat as he pushed away from the door and sauntered toward her with his shirt hanging open and the bottle of wine tapping against his thigh. When he got to her, she tipped back her head and raised her hands to touch. That was when he shook his head.

  “No hands,” he whispered as he leaned down to touch his mouth to hers.

  “No hands?” Rachel asked, blinking up at him. “But I want to touch you.”

  He took a step back and raised the bottle to his lips. Keeping his eyes on hers, he took a swig of the red, and then he lowered the bottle back to his side. He leaned down to her, taking her mouth with his. As she parted her lips, she tasted the wine as it entered her mouth right before his tongue did. Moaning, she moved up onto her tiptoes to get closer, and she felt some of the liquid escape and slide down her chin and neck.

  “Tonight, let’s try something a little…different.”

  The moment the words left his mouth, Rachel’s eyes glazed over, and he knew he had her.

  No hands, it is.

  Stepping back from her, Cole looked to the bed. She didn’t need any other words. Immediately, she got up onto her bare mattress, turned to face him, and waited on her knees.

  Lifting his hand, he crooked his finger, and she made her way to the edge. When she reached him, she moved her arms behind her, like she was going to remove her bra.

  “No, leave it. I like your lace. It turns me on.” He reached down to the button of his pants. “I must be perverted because the white makes you look so innocent.”

  Her eyes followed his hands as he unzipped.

  Holding out the bottle to her, he asked, “Will you hang on to this for a moment?”

  She held the bottle and took another sip as she kept her eyes on his hands.

  Quickly, Cole removed his clothes until he was standing before her naked and fully erect. She lowered the bottle from her mouth and licked her shiny wet lips.

  Holding out his hand, he was pleased when she passed the bottle back to him.

  Taking it from her, Cole lowered his voice and invited, “Come here.”

  Rachel kept focused on Cole as she scooted forward on the mattress. When she was close enough that she could feel the heat emanating from his body, she let her eyes wander. First, her eyes took in the tattoo on his pec, and then the piercings through his hard nipples, and last, she let her eyes fall to the engorged cock that was currently nudging her leg.

  “Hands behind your back, Rachel.”

  Oh god. His voice was so fucking sexy that she felt it all the way inside her.

  Moving her hands of her own free will, she placed them behind her back and waited for her next instruction.

  “Lift your chin, and close your eyes.”

  As Rachel did as she was told, she was intensely aware of his body as he moved even closer to the bed. Swallowing slowly, she waited in the silence of the room, and the thrill she got from the wait was such an enormous turn-on that she could feel her core clench with anticipation.

  “Would you agree that you no longer need this mattress?”

  Rachel tried to comprehend what he was asking. She tried to keep up, but all her focus was centered on the throbbing between her thighs as she waited with her hands behind her and her head tilted back.

  Completely open, completely vulnerable.

  Again, he asked, “Do you agree that you no longer need this mattress since you will now be sleeping in my bed? Or should I say, our bed?”

  A shiver raced up her spine at the repeated words, and Rachel parted her lips to tell him, “Yes.”

  “I can’t tell you how glad I am to hear that.” His voice was louder in her ear this time.

  When cool liquid hit her collarbone, Rachel almost opened her eyes and reached out to grab him, but at the last second, she caught herself as the red wine slid between her breasts, over her pure white lingerie, into her navel, and dipped down over her pristine white panties. With her eyes shut, she didn’t know what he was thinking as he looked at her, but she didn’t have long to try and work it out.

  The first thing she felt was the tip of his tongue as he licked along her collarbone to the dip at the base of her throat. She could feel the tickle of his hair under her chin. As he moved his head lower, his tongue tracing the path of wine down between her breasts, Rachel found it almost impossible not to touch him.

  “Rachel?” Her name floated through the air. “Rachel?”

  Opening her eyes, she looked down to where he was nibbling the top curve of her right breast that was still covered by the wine-stained bra.

  “Yes?”

  Holding the bottle to her, he asked, “Can you please hold this?”

  Rachel reached out a trembling hand and took the bottle from him as he moved his hands behind her and unsnapped her bra. Throwing it on the bed, he stepped back to look at what he had just revealed.

  “You look so fucking corrupted righ
t now. Your hair is all wild and crazy. It looks like you’ve had my hands in it while I’ve been inside you for hours. Your breasts are a work of fucking art, but the best part, my dear wife,” he told her as he licked his top lip, “is you holding a bottle of wine as you kneel there with your bare breasts in your innocent little panties.” Stepping back to the bed, Cole asked, “Not so innocent though, are you, Rachel?”

  “No,” she breathed out on a needy sigh as he reached out for the bottle.

  “Lie down in the middle of the bed. Put your hands up over your head, touching the headboard.”

  Rachel’s heartbeat sped up as she moved to the center of the mattress. Lying down, she raised her hands above her head and squirmed a little at the moisture that had soaked through her panties to mix with the wetness from the wine between her thighs.

  Cole’s cock was hurting as he climbed up onto the bed. It currently hated him from denying it access in between Rachel’s sweet, tight thighs. But tonight, he wanted to play, and for quite some time, he had been dying to do what he was about to.

  With her arms stretched out above her head, her breasts were pushed up together, plumping them out to him like an offering. It was one he was about to take. Moving over on his knees to her side, he looked down at her as he straddled her waist.

  “There’s one rule tonight. No touching. Hands stay on the headboard. Got it?”

  She nodded as her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip.

  Raising the bottle, Cole tipped wine onto her stomach, and leaning down, he kept his eyes on hers as he licked it off. Moving to the piercing in her navel, he nibbled around and dipped his tongue into the small indentation before sitting back up.

  Shifting up her body, Cole rose up on his knees right above her breasts and raised the bottle, spilling the wine down over his own body. As it spilled over his chest and stomach, it gathered and slid off his cock. He glanced down to see Rachel’s eyes riveted to him, and her mouth was slightly parted as her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took.

  “Definitely not innocent.” He chuckled as he raised his arm and poured the wine over himself again, getting his cock nice and wet as it hovered above her.