Waiting for Wednesday

by Mari Carr

  “So good,” he said as his lips moved to her ear and she trembled as her climax began to subside—his thrusts driving her insane. She’d never felt so taken, possessed, claimed.

  “That’s right,” he praised. “God, I love how you come on my dick. So hot and wet. Oh kitten, I’m never gonna be able to get enough of this…of you.”

  She thought his softly spoken words sounded almost apologetic as they dragged her from the euphoria pulsating through her body. She’d already come twice and she could feel the third building with each powerful stroke.

  “Can’t hold back anymore.”

  He’d been holding back? When?

  “Come with me.” He lifted one hand to her breast, his fingers firmly tweaking her tight nipple and this time, she did scream. Tris swallowed the sound with his mouth and she felt each pulse of his cock as he filled the condom. For several moments they were frozen together, both of them gasping for air, a slick sheen of sweat covering them.

  Tris moved out slowly and she shivered, even that soft motion wreaking havoc on her too-sensitized nerve endings. He disposed of the condom before turning back to her.

  “Shhh,” he soothed, as she rested her head on his chest. “Give me a minute to figure out if I can walk again and I’ll go downstairs to get us a washcloth.”

  She pressed her legs together. She was sore in places she didn’t know existed and her legs felt like Jell-O.

  “You okay?” he asked gently.

  “I’m trying to decide.”

  He laughed. “Can I decide for you? You’re better than okay. You’re amazing.”

  She lifted her head and looked at him. Her heart lurched at the sight of his dear face and she realized she was in way over her head. “Tris, I think I should warn you. I’m a bad bet.”

  His eyes narrowed and she wondered if she’d angered him with her words. “How so?”

  “I don’t have the first clue about how to be in a relationship that isn’t dysfunctional as hell.”

  He shrugged, unconcerned. “That’s not a problem. I’ll teach you.”

  “Is that something you can teach someone?”

  “Of course it is. How do you think I learned? I watched my parents when I was growing up. My mom and pop were the real deal—lovers in every sense of the word. That’s what I want with you, Lane. The only reason you have a problem reaching out and trusting someone is because no one in your shitty past earned your trust. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to leave you or let you down. I promise.”

  Her throat clogged with unshed tears at his vow and she struggled to respond. “When I left last year, I hurt you, didn’t I?”

  He smiled. “You came back. That’s all that matters.”

  “No, it’s not. Not at all. I’m so sorry, Tris, but I think that should prove to you what I’m saying is true.”

  Tris came over her, his chest pressed to hers, his hands gripping her head, holding her in place. “I’ll never let you leave again. I intend to do everything in my power to keep you right here, in my bed, in my life. I’m going to make you so happy you’ll forget what it feels like to be lonely or hurt or sad or scared. I love you, Lane, and I’m going to show you exactly what that means.” He sealed his promise with the sweetest kiss she’d ever received. She could feel the tears flowing down her cheeks, but there was no force on earth that would stop them. He’d spent the last hour filling her body and now, with his words, he filled her heart.

  He broke their kiss and gently wiped away her tears. “Go to sleep, kitten. We have plenty of time to figure out everything. A lifetime.”

  He wrapped her in the cocoon of his arms and, despite the riot of emotions rampaging through her thoughts, her body agreed with him and simply gave in to sleep.

  * * * * *

  Tris awoke in the middle of the night, wondering what had roused him. He usually slept like the dead after sex. Then he heard it again. Lane was whimpering. He looked over and realized she was asleep. Asleep and crying. Moonlight shone through the room’s single window and provided enough light for him to see the tears streaming down her face. His heart broke at the image.

  She sobbed again and he wrapped her in his arms, pulling her head to his chest as her shoulders shook with her cries.

  “Shhh,” he whispered, afraid to wake her though the sounds of her crying ripped through his gut like a bullet. “Shhh, kitten. I’m here.”

  He tightened his hold on her, running his hand through her hair.

  “I’m here,” he murmured over and over. Eventually, her quiet sobs subsided and he felt her drift into a deeper sleep.

  Tris lay in bed with Lane in his arms, sleep eluding him as he tried to figure out what he was going to do. How was he ever going to be able to make her trust him and feel safe? For now it seemed all he could do was stay on this path, offering his love and protection. Only time would heal the wounds Lane suffered from.

  Time and patience.

  He sucked at patience.

  Chapter Six

  Tris woke up to find Lane curled up on his chest. He grinned and ran his fingers through her soft hair, relishing the tickle of her breath. He marveled that his dream of holding her had come true. A month ago, he hadn’t dared to wish for this anymore and now, as if by magic, she was here.

  A movement in the doorway caught his eye and he glanced up to find Riley standing there with raised eyebrows. He slowly disengaged from Lane, taking care not to wake her. He motioned for Riley to step out in the hall as he rose and shrugged on some jeans before joining her.

  “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”

  Riley grinned. “You never see anything interesting if you knock first.”

  Tris rolled his eyes. “What do you want, Riley?”

  “I was worried about Lane when I couldn’t find her in the apartment. Pop is asking for her.”

  He frowned. “Is Pop okay?”

  “Oh yeah, it’s just time for his morning exercise and he’s getting antsy. Letting him watch that baseball game yesterday only made him more stir-crazy. I swear that man will be back in the restaurant serving dinner again before the week is out.”

  “He’s doing great, but don’t mention the restaurant to him. I’d like to see him take a good long break from doing any serious physical labor. He’s always worked too hard. Regardless of how well he’s doing, I don’t want to see him overdo it.”

  “He loves work, Tris. That restaurant is his life. The reason he’s doing so well and working so hard to recover is so he can go back to work. Lane has dangled the restaurant under his nose since day one.”

  “She has?” Tris asked, feeling guilty once more for hiding from Pop during his recovery. He had a lot to make up for with his old man.

  “Lane knew from the first that Pop lives for work. She said he needed something to get better for and I agree. I don’t think we should take that goal away from him. Lane said that as soon as he’s able, he could start taking orders, talking to the customers, and Ewan can do the serving and the lifting. He liked that idea. You know Pop. He loves being around people and he hates feeling useless. Lane’s given him a pretty strong incentive for making a quick recovery.”

  “Lane seems to know Pop pretty well.”

  Riley shrugged. “She knows all of us, Tris. That girl must have memorized every word you ever said to her on all those nights she hung out at the pub. She remembers things I’ve done even I don’t remember doing.”

  Tris wondered about Riley’s comment. Lane had often asked about his family during their weekly chats and she’d been delighted by his stories about his childhood. “I didn’t realize.”

  “I get the impression she didn’t have much of a childhood. I think you sort of gave her a taste of what a good one could be like when you told her about us.”

  Tris looked at his little sister and realized she had a point. “I guess I did. You’re pretty smart sometimes, brat.”

  “I’m smart all the time. You’re just not always smart enough to realize i
t.”

  He laughed, but it was cut short when he heard Lane moving around behind him.

  “It’s nearly ten o’clock,” Lane said.

  He’d been filling the doorway and when he turned, he saw she’d put her nightgown back on. She blushed when she realized Riley was there.

  “Hey, Lane,” his sister said cheerily.

  “Oh, Riley. I’m so sorry I’m late. I just need to change and then I’ll be ready to start your pop’s exercises.”

  Tris wanted to protest her haste to leave. He wasn’t finished talking to or touching her. He knew a lifetime of kisses wouldn’t be enough for him. He also knew if she left before they’d settled a few things, he’d be starting from scratch tonight.

  “Actually, I was just coming to tell Tris that Teagan’s here. She’s going to stay for a few days while Sky is doing the interview circuit, promoting his new album.”

  “I thought she was going with him,” Tris said.

  “She wants to spend some time with Pop,” Riley replied before looking back at Lane. “She and I were wondering if we could take Pop for a short walk outside this morning instead of him doing his daily exercises. It’s a gorgeous morning.”

  Tris grinned at his sister. She was giving him the perfect opportunity to be alone in the apartment with Lane.

  “Oh, I think your pop would love that. I’ll get dressed and join—”

  Riley interrupted Lane, who was clearly trying to escape his room. “Ewan is going to help us get him downstairs and then try to clean up the mess he made in the office when he was doing those bleeding taxes. Jesus, he’s an ass at tax time. Glad it’s over. Teagan was going to sleep on the couch while she was here, but seeing as how…” Her words drifted off and Tris finished her line of thought.

  “While you two take Pop out, Lane and I can move her stuff up here. Teagan can have her own bed.”

  “Tris,” Lane said softly.

  He turned and grinned at her. “You can sleep in here from now on.”

  “No, I can’t.”

  Riley smiled widely. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun to watch.”

  He scowled and crowded Lane back into his room while stepping through the doorway. “Go take your walk, brat.” He closed and locked the door before turning and leaning against it, ready for the onslaught. Lane didn’t disappoint him.

  “What the hell are you doing? Why did you tell Riley I would move into your room? Do you have any idea how inappropriate—”

  He cut off her chastisement with a kiss. She fought him for a second, but he had no qualms about using his strength against her in this instance. He grasped her wrists as she fought to push him away and he held them together one-handed behind her back. With his other hand, he gripped her head, holding her lips to his, pushing his tongue into her mouth.

  Her fight was short-lived and he quickly sensed the change in her demeanor as she started to return his kiss. She struggled to regain the use of her hands and he released them, rejoicing when she gripped his waist, dragging his lower body toward hers.

  He raised her nightgown to her waist, swallowing her moan when he dragged his finger over her clit. She was soaking wet and he knew the talk they needed to have would have to wait. He was hard and aching and only Lane held the cure. He moved away from her lips.

  “I want to suck your cock,” she whispered.

  He was blown away by her request and before he could think beyond his next breath, she dropped to her knees.

  “Fuck.” He wondered if he’d ever seen anything as sexy as Lane kneeling before him, working his jeans over his hips. Once the material fell to his ankles, he kicked it off, gasping as Lane took his cock in her firm grip.

  “God, Lane.” She ran her tongue around the head, teasing him with the contradictions in her touches. Her too-light licks were an incredible contrast to the rough strokes of her fist. Over and over, she ran her grip along his aching flesh, hard and strong, while only giving him a small bit of her mouth. He’d never felt anything more erotic.

  “Stop messing around. Take me in your mouth.” His balls were already threatening to blow and there was no way he wasn’t coming in her mouth. “Please.”

  She looked up and smiled for just a moment, and then he watched his cock slowly disappear between her lips. He groaned when his dick hit the back of her throat. “So fucking good.”

  She kept her hand at the base of his cock, gripping it and moving her hand and mouth together in unison. When her other hand grasped his balls, he knew he was a goner. Stars flew behind his eyes as he felt his climax build, as he reached the peak.

  “Gonna come.” He gripped her head in his hands, thrusting into her mouth like a drowning man swimming for shore. Lane matched his pace and when he came, he watched in amazement as she swallowed every drop, her gaze one of complete and utter happiness.

  He slowly withdrew his cock from her mouth and dropped to his knees, grasping her face as he kissed her. He could taste his come on her lips and the flavor drove him mad. Gripping the hem on her nightgown, he dragged it over her head.

  “Naked,” he said. “I want you naked.” He pushed her onto her back on the floor. He was distantly aware that he should put her on the bed, but the three feet between them and the mattress was too far to travel. He needed to taste her, touch her, have her. He shoved her legs apart and leaned forward, dragging his tongue along her wet slit.

  “Tris,” she cried out as he consumed her. His tongue toyed with her clit as he pushed two fingers inside her hot pussy. She thrust her hips toward him, her erratic motions reminding him of his own during the blowjob. Would it always be this way for them? Would they ever come together without this sense of urgency, of intense need?

  He nipped at her clit and she moaned, the sound driving him higher.

  “More.” He wanted more. He wanted everything.

  He drew his fingers out and they traveled lower. When the tip of his index finger rimmed her anus, he heard her gasp. He paused for only a moment, waiting for her to refuse, to deny him, but she merely rose up on her elbows to watch him.

  “Mine,” he said, wondering how she’d managed to bring him down to caveman level. He couldn’t utter anything beyond one-syllable commands. She was seriously fucking with his vocabulary.

  She grinned. “For now,” she taunted and his eyes narrowed. Part of him wondered if she knew what she was doing. If she wasn’t purposely daring him to stake a stronger claim.

  He shook his head. “Forever.” He punctuated the word by pushing his finger inside her ass to the hilt. She trembled. He knew it wasn’t pain shaking her body, but desire.

  “Say it, Lane.” He pulled his finger nearly all the way out. He wiggled his thumb against her clit and was rewarded by the sharp thrust of her hips.

  “God, Tris.” Her breathing was labored as he pushed his finger back into her ass, harder this time, faster. He left it buried there as he used his other hand to torment her clit, her pussy. She was shaking violently as he kept her on the verge of an orgasm for several minutes.

  “Let me come,” she demanded when he lightened his touch once more.

  He shook his head. “We have a few things to settle.”

  “Now?” Her eyes widened with disbelief.

  He chuckled, even though his cock was reading him the riot act for prolonging this agony. Despite having just come down her sweet throat, his body was ready and dying for round two. He tried to ignore the insane need he felt to thrust into her cunt until his cock fell off. She was driving him crazy. He added another finger to the one in her pussy, thrusting a few times as she thrashed on the floor, reaching desperately for her climax.

  “Say you’ll move into my room.” He halted just as she was on the verge of erupting. He realized his tactics were underhanded, but he didn’t give a fuck. He wasn’t going to start over every day with her. From this point on, they moved forward, not back and forth.

  “Fuck you,” she yelled, sexual frustration rife in her voice. He laughed.

  “
Oh, you’re going to get fucked, kitten. Just as soon as you tell me what I want to hear. Are you moving into this room?”

  He wiggled his finger in her ass and she yelled, “Yes!”

  “Are you going to stop fighting the relationship idea?”

  Her fingers curled into fists, gripping his carpet as he scissored his fingers inside her cunt.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Let me come.”

  “Tell me you’ll be my lover, my girlfriend. Tell me you’re mine, Lane.” He moved the finger in her anus back before shoving in again with more strength than before.

  “You aren’t playing fair.”

  He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. “I can’t be fair with you, Lane. You make me want too much.”

  She gasped as he showed her with his hands, his lips, his teeth and tongue just how much. He staged a full-scale attack on her body and her damn protective shell. He was going to drag her out from behind her fucking self-imposed walls if he had to dismantle them brick by brick.

  She was out of control, mindless beneath him as he brought her to orgasm. She screamed and he let her, silently praying his family was out of the apartment already. She quivered with the aftermath and he grinned ruthlessly as he resumed his torment.

  “Tris.” He sensed the slightest bit of panic in her tone. He wouldn’t relent until she surrendered the words he wanted.

  “Tell me you’re mine.” He fucked her pussy and her ass with his hands. Her inner muscles clenched against his fingers and he knew it wouldn’t take much to push her into another climax.

  “Please,” she cried.

  “Say it.” His fingers moved harder, faster. She reached the pinnacle in an instant and as she came, she said the words he’d waited through a lifetime of Wednesdays to hear.

  “Yours!” she cried as her orgasm subsided. “I’m yours.”

  “Good. Now hold on.” He quickly donned a condom and slowly pushed his way into her body. They made love leisurely as he tried to prove to her with his cock, his words, his kisses how much he loved her. They cuddled on the hard floor after their climaxes and he heard her soft breathing as sleep claimed her again.