“Where’s that shimmer cream?”
She lifted a hand to point toward her dresser top.
Richard laid the dress on the edge of the bed and snagged the bottle of gold-glitter body lotion. “Lose the towel.”
“Not fair,” she groused. “You’ll start something I can’t let you finish.”
His eyebrows waggled. “I’m just gonna get you warmed up for him, babe.”
Jayne stood beside the bed and dropped the towel at her feet. She frowned. “Does this bother you at all?” she asked softly. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him. They’d been together for so long, through really rough times, sometimes they seemed like the same person.
And she knew she took the fact he’d always be there for granted. Forgot sometimes that he was handsome, smart, and funny. A man any girl would be lucky to have.
“Does it bother me that he’s gonna have all the fun tonight?” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Yeah, but I can’t say I’m surprised. You didn’t see the look on his face when he charged through the door last night.”
“Sure I did. He looked ready to tear you apart. But he said he would have done that for anyone.”
Richard squirted cream into his palm then indicated with a twirl of his fingers that he wanted her to turn away. When his hands glided down her back to her bottom, she relaxed, enjoying the slow massage as he worked the perfumed lotion into her skin.
“He was lying,” he said softly. “The man’s so into you, he can’t think straight.” He rubbed his hands over her buttocks, sliding his fingers into the crevice dividing them.
“Behave,” she warned, gasping at how good it felt.
“Want everything smooth and smelling fresh, don’t you?”
Jayne laughed. “Just keep moving south.”
He sighed his disappointment but knelt behind her and glided his hands down her thighs.
Jayne opened her legs to give him access to her inner thighs and didn’t say a word when his fingers repeatedly grazed her pussy. She’d have been wasting her breath telling him she wasn’t interested because her own moisture coated his fingers.
“Sexy,” he whispered. He turned her with his hands then pressed a kiss against her belly. “Promise I won’t use anything but my fingers, but I think I’d be doing him a favor taking the edge off, sweetheart.”
She gripped his slightly shaggy, light brown hair hard. “Fingers only. And you’re right. I’m so tight now, I’d jump the poor man’s bones at the door.”
“Bet he wouldn’t mind.” He traced the edges of her inner folds, and two fingers dove deep.
Jayne hiked one thigh over his shoulder and rocked forward and back as he stroked into her and rubbed his thumb across her clit. The pleasurable ache he built curled tighter in her belly. “Dick,” she said, tamping down a moan. “I’m afraid.”
“Of what, baby?” His fingers tunneled deeper as he toggled her faster.
When she gave a cry, his hands cupped her buttocks to hold her upright. Then he calmly returned to smoothing more lotion down her thighs and calves. “What has you so worried?”
Jayne trembled above him then patted his hair to soothe his scalp. “I’m afraid he thinks I’m just a slut and this is just a game.”
Blue eyes winked. “It’s not?”
She snorted. “You were supposed to start by reassuring me I’m not a slut. But I don’t think this is just a game.”
“You’ve already laid it out for him. You can’t pull back now. But I think he liked what he’s seen of you so far. Just be yourself. He’ll love you just like I do.”
She wrinkled her nose again. “You love me and all my flaws?”
He arched a brow. “You have so many, maybe I should reconsider.”
He lifted her feet one at a time and slathered on more lotion. When he’d finished with the last foot, he lifted it and sucked on her big toe. “Just checking. Stuff tastes good, too.”
Straightening, he tipped her chin with a finger and kissed her mouth. “I’m heading to work. Be yourself. And have some fun. Garrett looks like he hasn’t had any in a long, long time.”
Jayne watched him leave, wishing she could call him back and ask him for a hug, but he didn’t need her using him for comfort. She picked up the dress and stuck her arms into the sleeveless armholes then tugged up the side zipper.
Standing in front of the mirror, she sucked in her belly and turned sideways. She’d never liked this dress because the shirred fabric made her ass more pronounced. However, she wasn’t dressing for other women who might be supercritical of all that “junk”. Richard had told her before that the dress was pure torture on a man’s libido.
She tugged down the short skirt, stepped into a pair of strappy sandals, and spritzed perfume on the sides of her neck. She left off jewelry, figuring she didn’t want to worry about it when the clothes started flying, and headed to the living room.
The bell rang at the front door, which surprised her. When she swung it open, she saw that Garrett had parked his car along the curb. Then she took her time studying his appearance, making a slow perusal while he did the same to her.
The sight of him dressed in dark slacks and a white dress shirt, left open at the neck and the cuffs turned once, had her pressing her thighs together to stem the excitement building inside her.
“You ready?”
So he did expect them to go out. Rats. “I just need my purse,” she said. “Want to come in?”
“I better wait here,” he said, his gaze dropping down her body again.
She turned, smiling, and walked toward the bureau. She picked up her purse, but purposely dropped it, then bent down to pick it up.
His quick intake of breath was everything she’d hoped for. She straightened and gave him a small smile. “I’m ready.”
Garrett bit back a groan. He swallowed hard, noting the narrowing of her eyes and the catlike curve of her mouth.
She thought he didn’t have the fortitude to resist. Oh, hell. Who was he kidding?
He stepped across the threshold, latched hold of the tops of her hips, and pulled her against his body.
“I like the way you say hello,” she said, a smile stretching her mouth.
“Do you always flash your assets at your dates?”
“Only when I’m fishing for something.”
“I’m here,” he ground out. “What is it you wanted?”
She tapped her lips. “A kiss is a good start.”
Safe enough. He lifted one hand and cupped the back of her hair, touching it for the first time. The baby-soft curls tangled around his fingers. He bent toward her, noted the flaring of her pert little nose and how her blue eyes nearly crossed as she watched him descend.
Damn, was everything about her this cute? He pressed his lips against hers, tasted the strawberry flavoring of her lip-gloss and licked between them, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and getting his first taste of Jayne. Mint flavoring exploded on his tongue.
His heart thudded heavier inside his chest. His cock thickened, his balls drew closer to his groin, and he widened his stance, pulling her closer to rub against her soft belly.
Jayne moaned, the sound small and feminine and scraping down his back like fingernails.
He pulled away, breathing hard, then slid the hand remaining on her hip down to her ass. The shirred skirt didn’t take much of a tug to ride higher, and then he was cupping her bare skin, massaging the soft globe while his arousal spiraled out of control.
Jayne bit her bottom lip. Her eyelids drifted downward.
Garrett knew he had her. That all he had to do was walk her backward to the couch, pull her across his lap and open his pants. He’d be inside her in under thirty seconds, but he’d blabbed to his partner about his date, and Finn wouldn’t let him live it down if he didn’t show.
He’d thought he wanted the protection of company so he could prove to Jayne he wouldn’t be manipulated into fucking her on her terms.
Now, he knew he’d hoisted hi
mself on his own petard. Fuck.
“I’m okay with that,” she purred.
Must have said it out loud. Double fuck. “We have to go. We have reservations, and it’s a double date.”
“Didn’t think you were into ménages,” she purred.
“Not a ménage,” he said, lightly spanking her bare ass. “Just meeting for drinks.”
She reached behind her and squeezed the hand that clutched her ass. “If you’d rather—”
“No. I’m wishing we didn’t have to go farther than your bedroom, but…hell. You’ll see what I mean when you meet my partner.”
“So you are gay.”
He knew she was teasing him by the wicked glint in her eyes, but he shook his head and scowled. “Play nice.”
“I always do.”
The drive to the Italian restaurant seemed to take forever. Her flowery scent filled the car, making his nose and his dick twitch. All he could think about was running his tongue all over her curves to find every place she’d touched with her perfume.
Jayne flipped down the visor and gazed at herself in the mirror. “You must be wearing my lipstick.” She opened her small black bag and rummaged inside. Then she laughed.
“What is it?” he asked, darting a glance toward her lap.
Jayne raised a small silver object in her palm for him to see. “Richard left us a present.”
“What…” But he knew the second the words left his mouth. “A vibrator. Your boyfriend gave you a vibrator for our date?”
“Isn’t he sweet?”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m assuming he intends you to use it.”
“We could always surprise him. Want me to put it inside you?”
His gaze swung toward her. Her smile reassured him she didn’t have designs on his ass, but the shiny metal egg did up the tension riding his body. “It’s mine to use however I want, or you’re gonna pitch it out the window.”
“Fine by me,” she said, sounding breathless. “It’s all yours.”
He swung into the parking lot and drove to the back, halting beside a tall hedgerow. He turned to her and gave her a hard stare. “Before anyone sees. Get up on the seat on your knees.”
Jayne’s eyes shimmered with excitement, and she quickly turned away, shifting her knees onto the seat and bending toward the window. “Be quick. I don’t want anyone to see.”
“That worries you?”
“Someone other than you might see, and yeah, I don’t flash my vajayjay to the whole world.”
“Nice to know.” Without lifting the back of her skirt, he reached beneath it and smoothed a hand up a creamy thigh. His fingers met the swell of her outer folds, feathered over them for a moment, then tucked between them. Then, with his other hand, he quickly inserted the egg, pushing it deep, his fingers sliding inside moist, hot walls. “I get the remote,” he gritted out, breathing hard.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” she replied, just as breathless.
He dropped his hands but gave her butt a pat, and waited while she dove into her purse for the wireless remote.
He shoved it into a pocket, unlocked his door, and stepped out, walking around the car to open her door. He stood so close she had to rub her body all over his as she stood.
Staring downward, he reached into his pocket and flicked the switch. “Just testing,” he said softly. “Batteries working?”
Her eyelids drifted, her lips went slack, but she nodded dreamily.
“Great,” he said, sliding her hand over his arm and guiding her toward the door of the restaurant.
Finn stood in the entryway, his gaze homing in on Jayne whose hips rolled in languid glides. His eyes widened. His lips pursed around a silent whistle. When he met Garrett’s narrowed gaze, he laughed. “You must be Jayne,” he said, turning back to Jayne and holding out his hand.
Garrett sent a jag of current to the vibrator.
Jayne whimpered, biting her lip. “Um, yes…Jayne.” She slipped her hand into Finn’s but tugged it quickly away.
Garrett lowered the vibrations and slid an arm around her waist.
She sagged against his side. “I’m so going to kill you,” she whispered.
He kissed her temple. “Breathe. We’ll stay for drinks. Then I’ll take you home.”
Finn led them inside to the table he’d procured.
“Where’s Bunny?” Garrett asked, glancing around.
“She couldn’t make it. A hang up at work. So, it’s just us.” But his attention wasn’t on Garrett.
Something of Jayne’s feminine distress must have telegraphed because Finn eyed her expression. “Are you feeling all right?”
“Um…” Jayne touched her hair and gave him a tight smile. “I need to visit the ladies’ room. Be just a second.”
Garrett caught her hand and leaned down to whisper. “It goes right back inside. No cheating.”
As she walked away slowly, her steps small because her thighs were clenched, he couldn’t help grinning.
“What the hell was all that about?” Finn asked, his gaze still on Jayne’s backside.
Garrett fished the remote from his pocket.
Eyeing the device, Finn chuckled. “This just gets better and better. Guess dinner’s gonna be cut short, huh?”
“Yeah, but help me out. I don’t want to rush things too much.”
Still chuckling, the men took their seats, both keeping watch for Jayne. When she returned, her face flushed, Garrett stood and helped her slide across the leather seat of the booth. He tucked her into his side, closing a hand around her hip. “Bellini okay with you?”
She nodded quickly and rested against him.
“How you holding up?” he whispered into her ear.
“Are you asking if I’m holding it up?” she growled.
He brushed her ear with a kiss, loving the delicate shiver that worked down her neck. “I didn’t doubt for a second you’d follow my directions.” He flicked the remote, turning up the speed a notch.
Her hand landed on his thigh and squeezed. Her eyes closed, and her breasts jutted.
“For fucksake,” Finn muttered, taking a quick suck of his bourbon.
Garrett unrolled silverware and dropped a napkin on her lap. “Put this between your legs.”
She pressed it between her thighs and closed them. Everything beneath her waist was hidden from view from everyone but him.
“Rock your hips. Just a little. Enjoy it, baby. I’ll make you come, right where you sit.”
Her eyes widened with distress. “Don’t. Christ. Not here.”
“Gonna deny me? Wouldn’t Dick be disappointed you didn’t enjoy his gift?”
She bit her lip. “I’ll…make noise.”
“It’s pretty loud in here. No one will hear.”
Her face turned toward his. Her lips glided along his cheek. “Finn will.”
“Finn will be polite,” he murmured.
“God, I hate you.”
“Just let us watch. You like it when someone watches. Ready?”
She shook her head and burrowed her face against his neck.
But he didn’t feel sorry for her. He revved up the remote, felt her body jerk against him. Her head fell back, and she arched.
Finn’s lips twitched. His brown eyes danced with amusement. “So, Garrett,” he said, overloud, “you never told me how the two of you met.”
Chapter Four
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Jayne rolled her eyes, hating Garrett’s partner at the moment. The humor glinting in his gaze said he knew exactly what Garrett was up to, which meant the rat had told him.
Still, the men talked on and on, about work, about the Mariners, about a lot of things she couldn’t grasp because the vibrations quivering through her vagina were doing a number on her composure. She was sweating, and the gliding little rocks that Garrett insisted on were working her skirt up so that her bottom sat directly on the cool leather.
The sensations—cool, smooth leather and Garrett’s hard body cozie
d up next to hers—were more than she could handle.
Hot liquid seeped between her legs, and she crossed them, pressing her pussy against the napkin and rubbing her foot against Garrett’s shin in a frantic rhythm.
And the bastard knew what was happening to her. Knew the moment it overwhelmed her.
His hand clamped harder on her hip as waves of ecstasy poured over. Her back arched, and she bit her lip to still the sound, but he pinched her chin, forcing her mouth open and kissed her.
He swallowed her moans, his tongue swirling inside her mouth like she wanted him to do to her pussy, which was convulsing, little shocks of pleasure rumbling outward from her womb and causing her to shake.
When she quieted, he lifted his head. His eyes were warm with approval, and he tucked her face against his neck, holding her close as her eyelids drifted downward.
This time when the men’s voices resumed, the deep tenor soothed her until she drifted away, wrapped inside Garrett’s arm, his heart pounding beneath her cheek.
A deep contentment settled inside her. Like parts of a puzzle snapping together. She could get used to this. She could crave this for the rest of her life. Now she just had to convince Garrett that what she wanted wasn’t wrong or sinful.
Although, how convincing could she be when her body hummed with contentment? She was sandwiched so close to his side, she could feel the arousal tightening the muscles of his thigh. His hand caressed her with increasing insistence. Lord, how much longer would it be before she finally got him alone and had her wicked way with him?
The vibrator hummed to life inside her again, and Jayne moaned.
“Shhh…” he whispered against her ear.
“Your fault if I’m noisy,” she muttered, clinging to his thigh and nuzzling closer, feeling like an addict strung out on drugs, only this was a habit she never wanted to kick. “God, can we leave?” she groaned. “Please?”
“Almost ready,” he said, his gaze narrowing just enough she should have worried. “Just one thing I need from you, Jayne, before we go.”
“Anything,” she groaned.
Garrett tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear then cupped her cheek. “I’ve been on the outside looking in, and I’m left wondering where I stand.”
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