“I do have my license, and I usually fly myself but I wanted to sit back here with you.” His hand landed on my thigh and his gaze was dark and intense. “I never thought cowboy boots would do it for me, but you’ve proven me wrong.”
That shouldn’t have thrilled me the way it did, but hard nipples, tingling skin and a throbbing between my thighs said otherwise. “Where are we going?”
He smiled at my clumsy attempt at changing the subject. “To my place in the country.”
“You have a place in the country?” Why that did so much to shift my opinion of him, I couldn’t say, but Walker had always seemed like a sophisticated urbanite who turned his nose up at anything not completely citified. “I guess all that world traveling has expanded your horizons.”
“I wasn’t world traveling,” he said tightly. “I was dealing with some personal shit for a few months, and then I got back to work.”
“Buying up media companies all over the world?” He grinned proudly and I laughed. “World domination?”
“Maybe,” he grinned with a shy shrug. “Or maybe my plans for domination are a lot less global than that.” Deep green eyes flashed with mischief and heat, and I knew he was talking about me. My body responded accordingly. “I guess we’ll see.”
“I don’t know what to make of you sometimes, Walker.” I’d heard plenty of stories from Lukas, which were told from the perspective of his best friend, not the protective brother of his latest lover. “Most of the time you seem like you don’t give a damn, but I’m starting to think that’s on purpose.”
He shook his head, his mouth tightened into a thin white line. “There’s nothing more there, Lacey. Don’t make me out to be something I’m not.”
His words were sharp, and his warning was clear. This was sex and nothing more. Not friendship, and definitely nothing that could be construed as more than friendship, or more than sexual partners.
“Got it.” The rest of the trip went pretty quickly, if silently and tense, thanks to Walker’s outburst. Guys like him thought they were god’s gift, and that all women had designs on their freedom. “For the record,” I told him when we stepped inside his cavernous country estate, “all I’m after here is sex. Even if I were looking to settle down, it wouldn’t be with you.”
He laughed. “You aren’t the first to say that, but I’m warning you now Lacey, don’t fall for me. I don’t do trust and commitment and forever. I do quick and hard and dirty, and that’s it.”
“Great. I’m going to unpack and freshen up, let me know when it’s time for quick, hard and dirty.”
I appreciated his warning, but something about it just rubbed me the wrong way. Like, he was so irresistible that I wouldn’t be able to help but fall for his charms, which I could admit were plentiful. He was hot and charming, but his money didn’t mean anything to me, I had my own. And his arrogance left a lot to be desired.
Feeling unduly wound up, I found a room that was definitely not the master bedroom based on the queen-sized bed and feminine eggplant and gold furnishings, and decided to lose myself in a long, soothing bubble bath. Screw Walker Titus.
What woman would ever be foolish enough, hopeful enough, delusional enough to fall for a guy like Walker who went through women like they were tissues to be discarded after one use? I wanted the orgasms he would give, the pleasure I would inevitably find in his arms, but after this weekend we would go back to being professional opponents. He was my twin brother’s best friend, and a guy who wanted to buy the same company I was trying to buy. Nothing more.
When we got back to Portland, we would say goodbye.
“What’s all this?”
I had decided to give Walker an hour to cool down, but after my long bath it had turned into two. He was right, and I needed to get my head on straight as much as he needed to cool down. But I was fine now. Hungry and ready for two days of fun.
“This is dinner, well it will be dinner very soon. Right now, it’s a work in progress.” He flashed a playful smile that lit my body up like Times Square and nodded to the table. “Wine?”
“Sure. I’ll even pour it.” The table had already been set, properly and with candles, and the wine chilled in a bucket. “This looks great. What are you making?”
“A surprise. Bring me some of that wine.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his commanding tone. Sure, it was hot but it was also kind of annoying. I filled the glasses with something red and dry and delicious, probably expensive too, and brought it to him.
“Here.”
“A little help?” His lips curled into a smile as I brought the glass to his lips and tipped it back, watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed with every swallow. A little drop of red clung to his bottom lip and he stuck it out.
“What the hell,” I grunted and grabbed his head with my free hand, kissing him long and hot and hard. He’d already had something to drink, I could taste it on his tongue as ours danced together and his delved into my mouth, taking control as he feasted on every corner of me. Damn but he could kiss like it was his job! “Shit.”
“That’s right. My kisses are the shit.”
I rolled my eyes at his ridiculous arrogance, but that didn’t stop a smile from spreading at his infectious grin. “I guess I had nothing to do with it?”
A gasp escaped when he grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to his cock so I could see how hard he was, and he was hard. My mouth watered and I gave it a little squeeze. “You had plenty to do with it.” His words came out on a breathy growl that fractured my resolve to be good until after dinner.
“Good to know.” I stepped away, but Walker pulled me back, capturing my mouth in another kiss that dampened my panties and sent a shiver of awareness through me. “Very good.”
“Coward,” he accused with a knowing smirk.
“Wouldn’t want all your hard work going to waste,” I shot back, arching my brow as I nearly knocked into the table and grabbed my wine. “A man who cooks is sexy as hell.”
“And here I was, worried that I’d have to cook shirtless to impress you.”
“I wouldn’t object.” The idea of watching him, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and maybe a towel tucked into his waistband, sent my temperature skyrocketing. “Not at all.” I waved my hands in his direction, snapping my fingers to urge him to remove his shirt.
“What will I get?”
“My undying gratitude?”
He rolled his eyes and shook his head, a dark wanton look on his face. “I need more.”
Just that one word, more, sent a shot of lust that exploded low in my belly, sending heat through my extremities. “We all have needs, Walker.”
He turned away and bent to the oven before turning back with a sultry glint in his eyes. “Well this fish needs twenty minutes before its moist and delicious. I bet I can get you there in ten.” His smile held a promise I knew he would keep.
“Are there terms to this bet?” Because whatever they were, I totally accepted. The way Walker licked his lips told me exactly what he had in mind and I crossed my legs. Uncrossed them and crossed them again as the heat between my thighs sparked to life.
“Only that you come at least twice.”
A little groan escaped me as he kicked the oven closed, pressed the timer button and stalked towards me. His smile telling me what he had in mind for me.
“I’ll see what I can do. Wouldn’t want to bruise that precious ego.”
“My ego can handle it, sweetheart. Let’s see if you can.” And then Walker was there, standing in front of me and casting a long shadow before he dropped down. “I’m so glad you wore a dress. Your legs are fucking amazing,” he growled and shoved my knees apart, taking a deep inhale and smiling. “What’s inside is even better.”
Yeah, he was good. I could see how a woman might get confused, but I had no plans to be that woman. I wanted to lose myself in his pleasure and forget about the rest.
“Oh!” The first touch of his mouth to my core was
delicious. Divine. “Walker.”
He growled, the sound vibrating against my clit until my thighs tightened around his neck and I arched into his flicking tongue. The first orgasm came fast with just one flick of his tongue and I was crying out his name and gasping for air. “Damn I love to hear the sound of my name on your lips as you come apart.”
His lips were slick with my juices, but rather than being horrified, I was turned on. “Come here, dirty boy.”
“Dirty man,” he growled back, green eyes slammed into mine as he gave me one long lick before his mouth was on mine, giving it the same treatment he’d given my pussy.
“Fine, dirty man. Filthy man. We have thirteen minutes to go and number two is nowhere in sight.”
“That’s where you’re wrong Lacey. I can see it clearly from here.” He leaned in close, whispering sweet dirty nothings in my ear while my hands worked to free his cock, stroke him and line him with my body.
“Then help me see it too.” And he did. Good lord did he ever! Right there, first on the kitchen chair, then the table and then up against the fridge and let me tell you that the cool air on my back was the perfect balm to his hot, hard body thrusting into mine. Against mine.
The second orgasm hit with thirty seconds to spare. “Told you.”
I rolled my eyes, still wrapped around him as my heart raced. “Yeah you did. Fine, do your macho bragging thing. You’ve earned it.”
He took a step back, hands gripping my ass as he kissed me like we were something other than two ships passing for the weekend. But I didn’t give a damn, not when his tongue swiped across my bottom lip and slipped inside, dancing with mine, fucking mine until the buzzer sounded and he groaned. “A few more minutes I would have been rounding the corner on number three.”
Sliding down his body, I laughed when he let his lips scrape against my skin until my feet touched the ground. “I guess I’ll have to take your word for it, won’t I?” While Walker checked on dinner I went to the downstairs bathroom and cleaned up. When I came back, food was on the table. “So you’re like a full service host, then?”
He held a chair out for me. “Fuller for some than others.”
“Lucky me,” I said and took a seat, looking at the beautiful fish on a colorful dish with couscous, salad and roasted veggies. “It’s a good thing I worked up an appetite.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I made enough for seconds.”
Walker
I couldn’t sleep.
One full day, and half of another filled with good food and the hottest fucking sexy of my life and I was staring at a sliver of wall bathed in moonlight. Lacey was curled into my side, one delicate hand resting low on my stomach. Her soft breaths fanned the hairs feathering my chest and the scent of her skin like dewy petals and sex, had my cock stirring to life.
But I let her sleep. I knew if I reached out to her, touched her silky skin that she would stir and come to me. And I could lose myself in her. Again. But I couldn’t. No, I could, but I wouldn’t. That last time had been too…, too something. I knew tonight had to be the last.
In a few hours I would wake her up with an orgasm that would likely ruin her for other men, and then I would take her home and say goodbye. We might run into each other now that I was back in Portland and Lukas was my closest friend, but it wouldn’t be weird.
Lacey wasn’t one to cause a scene.
Thank goodness for that.
When I woke up later, her soft feminine weight pressed down on me and a curtain of blond hair blocked all but a few shards of sunlight filtering through. Lacey was smiling down at me, desire burning in her gaze.
“It’s a good thing you woke up, things were about to get inappropriate.”
A laugh roared out of me at her words, and that little swirl of her hips made me groan. “I’ll go back to sleep, and then you can get as inappropriate as you like.” Her laugh, sweet and husky, hit me in the gut. My teeth clenched when her fingers grazed my sac. “Just out of curiosity, what would you have done?”
She leaned forward, her tits brushing against the hairs on my chest as she nipped my ear. “I would have ridden your face and made myself cum.”
I groaned and smacked my hands against her ass until she began to slide up my body. “Now you have to.”
A little shiver shook her, making her tits jiggle and drawing my attention to the stiff pink buds. Straddling my face backwards, she dipped low until my tongue swiped across her clit. “Ooh, Walker!” She did another little wiggle and moaned.
I got lost in the sexy sounds she made, the way her hips ground against me, the way her body begged for the orgasm I controlled. She cried and moaned, grunted, gasped and cursed her pleasure as it drew closer and closer to the edge. Then I pulled back.
“I’m going to kill you,” she promised, grinding harder against my face as her breathing grew shallow.
I laughed and sucked her clit, swelling with pride as she jerked forward. “Oh, fuck!” And then her mouth was on my cock, lips wrapped tight as her tongue scraped against the underside of my cock. She took me deep and then deeper still until I hit the back of her throat. As she tasted every inch of me, groaning like it was her favorite dessert. Her hips moved faster and I smiled. I loved the freaky ones who got off on things like sucking my dick, they had the best orgasms.
Her orgasm grew closer, and this time I would let her have it. Wrapping my arms around her waist to hold her still, I licked and sucked, licked and sucked while she cried out around my cock until my hips were thrusting up. Deep. My teeth grazed her clit and then I sucked it into my mouth, hard and fast until she fell, jerking and convulsing in pleasure with my cock still in her mouth.
I fucked her mouth, hard and fast, and she took it, still grinding her pussy against my face until I shot my load down her throat. Her lips and tongue kept moving until I was spent. “Holy hell, Walker!” her tongue swiped the still leaking slit on my head, making my hips buck.
She turned around and her hands glided up my chest. “Like that did you?”
“It was so hot.” She placed her core against my mouth again, her hips moving gently. I flattened my tongue, holding her thighs when she shivered. “You’re so good at that.” She rode my tongue for a few more minutes, like she couldn’t get enough, and that shit was intoxicating.
I gave her another orgasm and then another in the shower. “You’re just a little firecracker, aren’t you?” I couldn’t look away as she slid on a green thong with a black bow at the base of her spine. Blond curls spilling over her pale skin, she looked like a woman who’d been well loved. Well fucked. Good and properly fucked.
“Not usually, but you are a skilled lover. I like that about you.” Her words were even, sincere and she didn’t look all that wistful. “Don’t worry Walker, this was great but I won’t be making a late night booty call if that’s what’s got your pretty face all twisted up.”
Her words brought me up short. “Why the hell not?”
She laughed and rolled her eyes like I was her annoying older brother. It was affectionate. I’d just given her more orgasms than she’d ever had, and she looked affectionate. “You don’t want me as a booty call, you said so yourself.”
“I said don’t make me out to be something I’m not.” But we both knew what the warning had been. Don’t fall for me, and don’t expect anything more than sex.
“And I won’t. But if you keep scowling at me like that, I might stalk you just to amuse myself.” She wore a devilish grin that I’d learned from Lukas’ stories, meant trouble. Mischief.
“I’m not scowling.”
She walked over to me, bare tits on display and pressed her thumbs between my brows until my muscles relaxed. “Now you’re not scowling.” She flashed a smile and stepped back but my hands shot out and grabbed her hips, pulled her close.
I wanted her again. I needed to bury myself in her again. Already. “These panties,” I growled.
She laughed and put a hand to my chest. “We have to go, reme
mber?”
“It’s my plane. It goes when I go.” And I wouldn’t let it go anywhere until I felt her come on my cock again and watched her skin flush as she arched into me. “Lacey.”
“I’m thinking,” she said and looked around the room. Her gaze landed on the mirror and a smile lit her face. “I want to see.”
Four simple words left me undone. My control snapped and I lined us up in front of the mirror, watching her face shift from curiosity to desire to shy and back to desire. Her face was so fucking expressive, not jaded and cynical like other women I knew.
I knew that this weekend hadn’t been normal for me. And when I got back to the city I was determined to stay the hell away from Lacey Sayers.
Lacey
The Shepherd siblings were still making my life difficult. More than a week had passed since my weekend with Walker, and I’d left a voice message or email for each of them every day since. I still hadn’t heard a thing back. They were doing more than stalling now, and I was so over it, that I was tempted to tell Blake to take over the negotiations. Who wanted this kind of nonsense? I was starting to see that the KBBM deal was completely and utterly hopeless.
Which brought me back to Walker. I wasn’t pining away for him or wishing for more, but my body was having withdrawal from his particularly energetic and creative brand of bedroom gymnastics. It was worse at night when it was dark and quiet, and my mind couldn’t quite settle down from the day. Thoughts of his big green eyes, so dark and intense as they stared down at me while he thrust into me. Hard and fast and intense. But it’s not like I spent my days dreaming of Walker and little green eyed babies with flirtatious smirks.
I didn’t.
But I can admit that when I went to Blake’s office to ask his advice on my next course of action, and found a very pregnant Poppy leaning over his desk while he devoured her mouth, that I really wished I had someone who’d stop by for a midday make out session. With a silent groan I rolled my eyes I backed out of the office unnoticed and ran right into Lukas. “Hey.”
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