Finding Home with You

by Claire Raye

  I grin. “You should see the other guy,” I say, even though this doesn’t come close to the truth.

  The woman smiles back at me, sending my stomach into a freefall as her eyes sparkle with mischief. “Tough guy, huh?” she asks teasingly.

  “I can hold my own,” I reply, sliding my fingers down her arm to her hip.

  I watch as her lips part, the small breath she releases as she steps closer. “I’ll bet you can,” she whispers. “In more ways than one.”

  My grin widens as I stare down at her having no clue as to what the fuck is going on here. How in the hell did I go from a quiet post-work drink, to heading to the john, to getting taken out by this little spit fire, to being trapped in the ladies rest room with her and suddenly itching to tear her clothes off and do a whole lot more to her?

  “What are you thinking about?” she asks, seemingly reading my mind as she licks her bottom lip.

  The groan falls from my mouth before I can stop it. “This,” I whisper as I lean down and press my mouth against hers.

  This time it’s her groaning as she pushes the length of her body flush against mine, practically forcing her way between my legs. I slide both hands onto her ass, grabbing it as I lift her up and spin us around so she’s now sitting on the counter and I’m the one standing between her legs, my lips never leaving hers.

  Eventually I pull back, both of us breathing harder.

  “Wow,” she whispers against my mouth.

  “I know,” I murmur, sliding my hands up her thighs and under her sweater so they are resting on her hips.

  She smiles in response, hooking her legs around me and pulling me even closer. “That all you got?” she teases.

  “Oh, you want more, huh?”

  She bites her bottom lip. “Well, you did say you could hold your own,” she says, hands grabbing my hips now. “Guess I wanna see if that’s true.”

  “You serious?” I ask.

  Where the hell did this woman come from? She’s like a walking wet dream. Gorgeous, sexy and with one hell of an attitude, she’s like no one I’ve ever met before.

  “Uh huh,” she says, pressing her lips against mine again as her hands now start to unbuckle my belt.

  “Wait, fuck, hold on,” I say, pulling back. I watch as a flash of disappointment crosses her face before I turn and walk toward the door, locking it so no one can walk in on us. God knows given my job in this town, the last thing I need is someone walking in and catching me fucking a woman in the restroom.

  I’ll leave that notoriety to Beck and Ryan.

  When I turn back, I stop in my tracks, taking in the sight of her as she now sits on the counter, her boots and pants discarded on the floor. She smiles at me, beckoning me over with her finger.

  I walk over to her, my hands finishing off my belt and undoing the buttons on my jeans. The second I’m standing between her legs, her hands are on me, pushing my jeans and briefs down my hips. My dick now standing to attention between us.

  “You sure you wanna do this?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she breathes, as I catch the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open.

  Before I can say anything more, her hands are on my dick and I’m groaning with the exquisite agony of what that feels like. It’s been months since I got laid.

  I lean in, my hands moving to her hips as she pulls me closer to her. Pulling her panties to the side, she guides me to her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her.

  “Oh jesus christ,” I breathe out, struggling to maintain control.

  “You sure you wanna do this,” she asks, her teeth latching on to my bottom lip.

  “Yes,” I grit out as I push inside her, both of us letting out loud moans.

  My fingers dig into her hips now as I start to move, thrusting in and out of her in long, slow movements that have both of us panting. Her legs are still wrapped around me, guiding me each time I push deep inside her.

  Sliding my hands up, I pull her sweater up and over her head, before my lips are back on hers and my hands are palming her breasts.

  “Oh god,” she groans, as I start to kiss my way down her neck, pulling aside her bra so I can suck a nipple into my mouth. “Harder.”

  I don’t know what she’s referring to, but I up the tempo of my hips as I suck harder on her nipple.

  “Yes,” she moans as one hand lets go of my hip.

  I open my eyes, my mouth still on her breast as I watch her hand move between her legs and start to rub at her clit.

  “God that’s hot,” I murmur, my eyes watching as she runs her fingers over my cock, which is now covered in her juices, before moving back to her clit.

  She moans again, her heels on my ass encouraging me to push harder. I give her what she wants, pounding my hips against hers as both of us stop talking, nothing but the sounds of our moans and skin slapping against skin, filling the room.

  I don’t know how long we fuck for, but eventually I can’t hold back any longer.

  “I’m gonna come,” I murmur, finding her mouth again as I thrust my tongue inside.

  “Me too,” she says, kissing me hard.

  Her legs lock around me as I feel her pussy clenching around my dick. It’s enough to throw me over the edge, my balls tightening as I explode inside her. She throws her head back, moaning loudly as she comes with me, both of us breathing hard.

  Eventually, when my heart manages to slow down and my breathing returns to normal, I pull back a little, press a soft kiss to her lips and say, “Wow, that was amazing.”

  She grins against my mouth, kissing me again as she says, “Yeah and exactly what I needed.”

  I pull back, reluctantly separating us and disposing of the condom. “Me too, actually.”

  The sound of a text message arriving breaks whatever post-sex glow there was between us. I glance at my phone, just as she scrambles from the counter, cursing as she reaches for her jacket.

  “Shit, I gotta go,” she says, reading whatever message has just come through on her phone.

  “That’s not your husband or boyfriend texting, is it?” I ask, half joking, half serious.

  As much as I’m not into the whole relationship thing, I’m not exactly down with sleeping with someone else’s wife or girlfriend either. That’s a line I’m definitely not willing to cross, no matter how tempting the offer.

  “No,” she says, “nothing like that. Listen, I gotta go, sorry,” she adds, pulling on her clothes. “But thank you, seriously. That was amazing.”

  “You think maybe I could get your number?” I ask, buttoning up my jeans as a strange anxiety settles over me. “Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

  I don’t know what possesses me to ask her this; it’s not something I’d normally do. But somehow in this moment, everything feels strangely different. And it’s not just the sex we had, it’s my reaction to her too, and some weird ass feeling I’m having about the possibility that I might not get to do it with her again.

  Where the hell is this coming from?

  She stops, looks over at me. “You’re a local, right?” she asks.

  I nod.

  She smiles, walks toward me before pressing up on her toes and planting a soft kiss against my mouth. “Then I’m sure I’ll see you around,” she says before turning and walking out of the restroom.

  I stand there, half dressed and my brain a scrambled mess as I try to figure out what the hell has just happened. Never in my life have I experienced a one-night stand, if that’s what you could even call it, like this.

  “Shit,” I say, grabbing my phone and fixing up my shirt before quickly exiting the restroom and heading back into the bar.

  “Jesus,” comes Beck’s voice, followed by laughter. “You sure you’re alright, dude, you look like you’ve just been put through the wringer?”

  My eyes scan the room, ignoring Beck’s remarks as I search for the mystery woman who did in fact just bring me to my knees in the
ladies restroom. But she’s nowhere to be found and despite her assurances that she’d see me around, I know that can’t possibly be true.

  Especially considering I’ve never seen her before in my life.