Pet Me

by Amarinda Jones

  “Yeah, kid?”

  “I know you did your best with Arthur.”

  “Thanks. And hey, slow down with the aging thing will ya?” Hayley smiled at her. Drusilla was impressed with her niece. She was growing up to be a really great young woman. “And thanks for not whining and stamping your foot at me.”

  Hayley rolled her eyes in amusement. “Only Mom does that.”

  “And she does it very well.”

  ———

  “What to do?” Drusilla muttered to herself as she drove home. She felt like a fool. She had fallen into Cormack’s trap and she had no one to blame but herself. Any anger she had toward him was also aimed at herself. Had she been so desperate that she missed the obvious signs that he was toying with her? “But then he shouldn’t have treated me like this.” How dare he? She was not just any woman. Did she mean anything to him at all?

  “Clearly not.” And yet Drusilla could have sworn she did. She was not one to give so much of herself without knowing she was not giving in vain. But then she had never fallen in love before and maybe that screwed up her antenna when it came to people. With Wayne it hadn’t been love. It had been momentarily lust and a case of indigestion that soon passed. Cormack seemed like a good guy but good guys did not profit from their lovers did they? Drusilla sighed. “So I ignore him.” She drove in silence for another mile or so. “Nah. That would so unlike me.” She was the vengeful kind. Cormack Flint needed to be taught a lesson.

  Drusilla thought about the man in question. He was arrogant, a free agent and used to getting his way through lies. She smiled as a thought struck her. Lotharios like Cormack were also afraid of commitment hence the reason they acted as they did with women. “I hear wedding bells,” Drusilla muttered as she turned the car around and made for the nearest newsagent. She was no longer heading home. Drusilla had a plan.

  ———

  Cormack was stunned. “You want to what?”

  “I think we should get married.” Drusilla pushed inside his home, her arms aching from the bundle of bridal magazines she carried. She had bought every single one in the store.

  “Why?” The words shot out of Cormack’s mouth in amazement.

  Drusilla handed him the bulk of the magazines. “What do you mean why? We love each other.” You lying toe rag. Toy with me? I think not. I may even marry you just to piss you off for life.

  “Yes, but it seems kind of sudden.” Cormack juggled the magazines until he could put them down the coffee table.

  “Sometimes you just know, sweetie.” Drusilla had kept a couple of glossy bridal journals. She dumped her purse and quickly flipped thought the wedding photos oohing and aahing enthusiastically at random, wondering how anyone could keep white so clean. Added to that, she had never been the sort of woman to consider matrimony. What was the point of it? She’d have to share everything and Drusilla wasn’t big on that. But she was happy to pretend for a moment. She was most pleased by the stunned expression on Cormack’s face. “I know technically I’m not entitled to the whole white wedding thing but what the hell—we only get married once.”

  “Dru, honey—”

  “And I booked the most exquisite boutique hotel for the ceremony. I say why not spend a lot of money and make it memorable so when we’re old and gray and bored with each then we’ll have something to look back on.” Drusilla wanted him to feel trapped and was going to do her best to do it. How many men could handle a woman they barely knew suddenly planning their wedding? “And the food? Well only the best for us. We want to show everyone how much we love each other don’t we? More food equals more love.”

  Okay—what hell was going on? Had he missed something? Cormack had been delighted when he had opened his door to see Drusilla. That she felt free to visit him willingly made him happy in the knowledge that they had crossed an important barrier in their relationship. But then—wham! She had hit him with the wedding thing and it had knocked the wind out of his sails. Not because the idea of marriage to Drusilla was a bad one. In fact he liked the sound of it and he was certain their lives would never be boring. What confused him was why she was suddenly acting like this. It seemed out of character to Cormack. But then he had only known her for a short time and maybe there was something he’d missed about her. Like a rampant desire to get married. Cormack had written an article about the Hunter Bride who stalked eligible men. But it had been tongue-in-cheek. He had no proof this type of woman existed. Until now.

  Drusilla smiled at him. “I know what you’re thinking, sweetie.”

  Sweetie? That was new. “You do?” Then she was not only beautiful and smart but also psychic.

  “Yes, the engagement ring,” she answered as she rapidly flipped through the pages of a magazine. “I would love one.” She pointed to one that had to be at least two carats. “This big flashy one is my particular favorite.”

  The diamond was huge and the thing was if that was what Drusilla wanted then Cormack would get it for her. But he had a feeling it wasn’t. So what was going on? “Anything you want, honey.” Cormack decided to play along until he knew what was really happening.

  “Really?”

  Now who looked surprised? He smiled softly. Now he got it. Drusilla was trying to fake him out. But why? Had she planned to make him freak with the idea of a big, splashy wedding? Did she think he would run from marriage? Cormack saw her eyes dilate. Then he knew. She was acting. There was no other reason to go from a commitment-shy woman to one who had already picked out place settings with matching napkins in her mind. In a flash Cormack knew what the answer was. Drusilla had found out who he was. She must have seen his column and jumped to all sorts of conclusions. The article wasn’t about her. It was some random dross he had written to get his editor off his back. Not that he would be able to convince her of that at this moment. “It all sounds wonderful, honey.”

  “It does?”

  “Yeah.” Cormack pulled the last of the magazines from her hands. “Let’s go get that ring.” Now what are you going to do, honey?

  Uh-oh. This was not going to plan. Drusilla wanted to freak him out and have him backing off from her at a million miles per hour. He was ready to buy her a tacky diamond engagement ring. Why was he acting like this? Why was she even pissed Cormack hadn’t proposed, yet he was taking the whole marriage thing for granted? Did she come across as someone desperate to get married? And why was he keen to jump into matrimony anyway? What sort of person decided to do that just because a woman showed him a picture of a ring?

  “Of course you’ll understand we will need to stay celibate until the ceremony.” Let’s see how calmly you take that. Cormack was a very sexual man. Celibacy would kill him.

  “That’s fine. I actually think it’s kind of sweet.”

  “Sweet?” Am I hearing correctly? Is this the right house? Or am I in a parallel universe?

  Cormack gathered her hands into his. “Yeah, I like this old-fashioned side to you.”

  Drusilla’s eyes narrowed in thought. Is he trying to freak me out now? It was hard to tell. “That’s good because I want to start working on having at least six kids straightaway.” Take that.

  “I love kids.”

  Crap. That was not what she had expected to hear. “So I’ll set the date for three months?”

  “A month would be better.”

  Drusilla stiffened. Either Cormack was playing her or he really wanted to get married. Either way she was not marrying him. Sure she could stand him up at the altar and there would be a certain satisfaction in that but that was not who she was. She was not deliberately cruel no matter how badly she had been treated. Not that I’m marrying him. “Gee, a month will be hard to organize.”

  “Let’s elope then.”

  Fuck. Was this the same misogynist pig who wrote Set in Stone? Drusilla had read all the back copies and the one about Hunter Brides had really irritated her. “No, I want a big, white wedding.”

  Cormack leaned in and kissed her forehead chastely. “You ha
d better run along now as I want to fuck your brains out but I’ll respect your wishes until the wedding night.”

  Oh boy. What the hell was going on?

  Chapter Seven

  Drusilla had picked up the phone seventeen times to call Cormack to invite him over or just to hear his voice. But as soon as she lifted the receiver, she placed it down again. “He used you. Don’t be a dummy.” But it was hard to forget someone like Cormack in a rush. She was weak and needy and in love. “I want him.”

  The phone rang. Drusilla looked at it. It was unlikely it was Cormack. He would no doubt be home honoring the vow of celibacy or laughing his ass off at her idea of marriage. “Damn it.” She’d grown accustomed to his cock and needed to feel the heat of his body on hers once more.

  “Hello?” Maybe I should get some wine and zone out for a while.

  “Dru, honey.”

  Cormack. Her thighs started to sweat on cue. “I…er…um…”

  “What?”

  His voice was low and teasing and her heart pounded. “How are you?” Please come over. Please tell me what I believe about you isn’t true.

  “I miss you.”

  “Oh,” she murmured, unsure of what to say. She sank down on her sofa. Drusilla twisted the phone cord as she told herself that Cormack was an accomplished flirt who knew how to lull women into a false sense of security. She had to toughen up and see him for who he really was. Drusilla cleared her throat. “Cormack I think we should—”

  “Get married as soon as possible? Absolutely.”

  Drusilla jerked bolt upright, unsteady on her feet, at his words. Crap. She had been going to say break it off for good. “Um—”

  “I know honey, I’m just dying to touch and taste you and the sooner we can the better for me.”

  Oh boy, oh boy…”What about the celibacy thing?” It was probably one of the dumbest ideas she had come up with in a long time.

  “What are you wearing?”

  That didn’t answer her question. Drusilla looked down at her panties and bra. She had stripped down only so far after coming home. Other thoughts had sidetracked her. “An old tracksuit and slippers.” They were passion killers for sure.

  “Liar.” That one word was said in such a smug, knowing way.

  “How would you know?”

  Cormack chuckled. “I know you—sit down.”

  “Why?” How did he know she was standing?

  “Just do it.”

  Drusilla sank down on the sofa. “Okay I am. Now what?” What lies do you plan to tell me?

  “Put your hand down the front of your panties.”

  She choked on his words. “What?” That was not something she had expected to hear. His words were calm yet full of wicked promise. Such a shame I don’t like him anymore.

  “You heard me.” Cormack’s voice was soft and persuasive. “If you won’t let me touch you then at least touch yourself and think about how good it feels when I do it.”

  Drusilla felt her face flame. “I’m not going to do that.”

  “Chicken?”

  “No, it’s just weird.” Besides, self-induced orgasms were never the same as the real thing.

  “Are you wet?”

  Well of course she was. The minute Cormack had told her to play with herself Drusilla had felt the moisture pooling between her legs.

  “My cock is hard just thinking about you and your fingers rubbing that sweet clit of yours, honey.”

  If he continued in that tone, she would come on his words alone. “Cormack—” Her fingers sneaked down under the lace of her panties to touch her clit.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Hot and horny.” Drusilla had only meant to touch her clit then remove her hand but under his voice, and remembering how the man made her feel, she started massaging it in deliberate, firm circles. Her legs spread wider and her heart started to hammer.

  He chuckled. “I can hear you starting to pant. How badly do you need to come?”

  It was nowhere near the same as being with Cormack but the thought that he was listening and urging her on was exciting. Drusilla rubbed a little harder and moaned.

  “Do not put your fingers inside,” Cormack told her.

  “Why not?” She hadn’t been about to as her fingers were hardly a match for his cock.

  “Because that’s only for me to do.”

  The possession in his voice made her whole body tingle. “How would you know if I did?”

  “I just would.”

  Drusilla knew Cormack was trying to drive her crazy. “Well I need more.” Two could play this game.

  “Wait.”

  “Why?” She was so close to orgasm that waiting was not an option she wanted to consider. The doorbell rang. Oh crap. What a time for visitors. She had no plans to answer it as it would have been only too obvious what she had been doing.

  “Answer the door but don’t take your fingers out of your panties.” The doorbell sounded again.

  Cormack was outside. Drusilla was excited and annoyed but mainly hot and needy. “You are so weird.”

  “But you love it. Now be a good girl and open the door.”

  Against all good sense and decency, Drusilla went to the door, hand in pants as requested. It was trash day in the neighborhood and she hoped none of her neighbors would be dragging out their bins and see her half naked and playing with herself as she answered the door. Neighborhood Watch was only good for burglars and having to explain to her fellow citizens she was screaming in self-induced passion and not in terror was not something she wanted to do.

  It was awkward to open the front door as Drusilla was right-handed and that hand was busy. Her left hand freed the lock and the door swung open. It had never occurred to her not to do as Cormack suggested.

  “Hi.” His eyes were intent on hers as he snapped off his cell phone. “You’re beautiful—no wonder I want to marry you.” Cormack’s gaze drifted down her body to her panties.

  Drusilla gulped. “You do?” What had started out as a silly form of payback now seemed absolutely doable to her.

  “Oh yeah.” Cormack shut the door behind him. “Go back and sit down, honey.” He started stripping off his clothes. They began to fall in a trail as he followed behind her. “I figure if we have to remain celibate, then we can have a little fun together without either of us touching each other.”

  “How?” His article about her was still in her mind, yet the play of her fingers on her clit and his naked body in her sight was taking her thoughts into another direction.

  Cormack sat down on the chair opposite her. “We watch each other play.” His hand fisted his cock.

  Her mouth dropped open in surprise. “That’s crazy.” Yet incredibly hot. Already her hand was moving in rhythm with his.

  “Honey, I want to honor your vow of celibacy.” His smiled at her surprise. That was one of the things Cormack loved about Drusilla. She appeared outwardly in control but she wasn’t. Nor was he when it came to her. He had almost come in his trousers when he first saw her with her hands down her pants. “Go get your vibrator.”

  “I don’t have one of those.” Drusilla’s face went red.

  “Of course you do.” She was a sensual lady. It would be more of a surprise to Cormack if she didn’t. “There’s nothing wrong with pleasure, honey.” He slowed down the pace of his hand. He didn’t want to come until she did.

  “But I thought you said you wanted to be the only one inside me.”

  Ah, she remembers my words. That in itself was an admission. If Drusilla was really angry at him over the article then she wouldn’t have opened the door to him and anything he said would have been forgotten or considered arrogant. She loves me. “I want to watch you as you feed it slowly in and out of your body.” Drusilla all but ran out of the room. This meant he had either shocked her or she was doing his bidding. Cormack smiled when she returned with a fluorescent purple dildo the length and girth of which would have given most men a complex. But not Cormack. It was jus
t a toy and he was the real thing. “Excellent, now take off your panties and sit down.”

  “This is madness.” Drusilla did as he bid.

  “Yes, but don’t you love it? Put it inside you.” They both knew what “it” was.

  Drusilla looked uncertain. “Cormack—”

  “Please.” He understood her reluctance. Some things, like masturbation, were private but he wanted no secrets or barriers between them. Cormack wanted Drusilla to know whatever she did was okay with him. He watched as, after some hesitation, she spread her legs wide and the held the tip of the plastic cock at the core of her body. He could see the wetness between her legs and for one moment he almost demanded her to stop so that he could be the one between her thighs. But he didn’t. Instead Cormack jerked more forcefully on his cock as he watched the length of purple plastic slide in and out of her body. He was mesmerized as one hand worked the dildo and the other went to her clit, rubbing hard. His cock ached for release as he increased his pace.

  Drusilla’s eyes were on his. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

  “Yes,” Cormack’s voice was so hoarse he almost didn’t recognize it as his own. He was so close to coming. There was pre-cum on the head of his cock and his balls were so tight he knew it would not take long. He yanked harder on his shaft.

  “Need a tissue?” Her voice was lazy with satisfaction as she watched him.

  Cormack watched her thighs flex and strain as her pelvis arched up to greet each thrust of the vibrator. For the first time since he was a teenager, he started to come in his own hands. Jets of milk-white cum exploded from his cock as he watched Drusilla moan and thrash under her own orgasm. She was the hottest woman he knew and marrying this lady was the best idea he had heard of in a long time. I want this for life.

  “Was that good for you?” Drusilla shuddered with pleasure as she watched Cormack milk the last drop from his cock.

  “Not as good as being inside you.”

  “Oh well,” she murmured vaguely as she removed the purple vibrator from within.

  Cormack smiled at her feigned disinterest. He knew he was not the only one under pressure. How did I ever get this far in life without Drusilla?