Unexpected Consequences

by Mia Catherine

  “Oh, baby,” he whispered with his face buried against her neck. He was struggling for control, something that rarely happened. He had to focus on something other than her hands. Shampoo. The lilac is definitely her shampoo. She began to stroke him, making both his body and his struggle that much harder.

  No longer able to fight it, he lifted her body and balanced her against him while yanking her panties off in a series of awkward tugs. With the exception of her wadded skirt, which currently served as a belt, she was now naked in his arms.

  “I want you so much,” he said as he pressed his mouth to hers. “Please, Bright Eyes, please tell me your name.”

  She pushed his jeans down as far as the bike would allow, and he moaned when she finally freed his erection. They were both breathless and on the edge, the point of no return having long since passed. She raised herself on one leg, wrapped the other around his waist and grabbed his cock in her hand, moving him into position. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating.

  “Wait a minute,” he whispered breathlessly. He halted her with a firm grip of her hips. “At least tell me your name before you fuck me.”

  The only response he received was her trail of kisses across his jaw and to his ear. She snaked her tongue inside as she again grabbed his shaft and stroked him to near madness.

  “Oh, fuck it.” With some difficulty, he dug into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. As soon as she saw it she grabbed it, ripped open the package with her teeth, and slid it onto his cock.

  His resolve was gone. He impaled her, feeling her body shake from the sensation. Unable to move as he wanted with the encumbrance of the bike, he leaned her back, guiding her hands to support herself on the handlebars, and, while bracing his feet firmly on the ground, stood slightly above her. With better control and leverage, he found a rhythm as they wildly ground against each other.

  She tossed her head back when he sucked hard on her nipples, her guttural moans encouraging his movements. He’d been with his share of women, and judging by the way her pussy clenched his cock, he’d swear she was already on the verge of a climax. Not a minute later, his suspicion was confirmed when her body began to shudder and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

  Nick held tight as her body bucked and thrashed. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever had the privilege of witnessing, and he wanted nothing more than to see it again. “Feel good, baby?” he chuckled as she quickly recovered and resumed her forceful rock.

  “So good,” she moaned as she wrapped her arms around him and clung to his neck. “You feel so good, Nick.”

  “Oh, baby. Say it again. Say my name again.”

  “Oh, Nick… Yes, yes, yes… Nick!”

  The combination of her cries of ecstasy and the tightness of her warm pussy left him little choice. “Shit, baby! I’m gonna come!”

  The rapture of her muscles seizing around his cock was a feeling he’d never forget as he thrust upwards, faster and faster, while she screamed his name. He was able to hold off just long enough for her to explode into another climax, before allowing himself to finally join her. He clung to her as he pumped the condom full of his cum, leaving them both spent and gasping for air.

  “Oh, my God,” she panted against his neck without breaking their intimate embrace.

  “Baby, that was… That was…”

  “Unbelievable.”

  “Incredible.”

  “Amazing.”

  He laughed. “Life-changing,” he whispered as he finally pulled back to look into her eyes. He gave her a gentle kiss and softly brushed his hand against her face.

  “Life-changing,” she whispered back, looking deeply into his eyes.

  “Tell me this isn’t it. Tell me I can see you again,” he pleaded and held her against his chest.

  “I’d like that, Nick.”

  He kissed her before he effortlessly lifted her from his lap and set her on the ground. He dismounted the bike, removed the condom, and tucked his sensitive cock back into his jeans. He then reached into his back pocket to pull out a large bandana. With an understanding smile, she accepted the blue cloth he offered before he turned his back to give her some privacy. He collected the discarded clothes from the ground, and after what he felt was an acceptable amount of time, he returned to her and handed her items back.

  Within moments, they were dressed and ready to head back to town. “How about that dinner now?” He didn’t miss her brief expression of embarrassment when he lifted her strewn panties from the ground and handed them to her. “My treat.”

  “Oh, no. A bet’s a bet. I don’t welch on a bet.”

  “Oh yeah? Well, I guess I have a lot to learn about you, huh, Bright Eyes?” He slid his leg over his bike and turned the key.

  Before he had a chance to start the engine she hopped on the bike behind him. “Kelsey,” she whispered against his ear. “My name is Kelsey.”

  Chapter Two

  After Kelsey had mentioned Shindigs was one of her favourite restaurants, Nick had suggested they check it out. She was relieved that the roar of the engine made conversation between the two of them impossible after their impulsive escapade, but she enjoyed having her arms wrapped around him as they rode. Now, she couldn’t help but wonder if this is where he would ditch her.

  When the engine lulled, Kelsey could no longer hide. Picking up a stranger in a bar and having sex in the middle of nowhere was something she’d never done before. In fact, she had names for women who did such things, none of them very complimentary, but she found this man irresistible.

  Despite the fact that she should be mortified by her behaviour and that she was now one of those women she’d looked down upon, Kelsey didn’t regret her decision. She was an adult and if she wanted to let loose with a man, then that’s what she’d do.

  She’d been drawn to Nick the moment she’d seen him in that dingy bar room. He’d stood out among the others and it wasn’t just his piercing green eyes or his lustrous blond hair that had demanded her attention. From the shadows of the bar, she’d watched the way he’d confidently sauntered around the pool table, enticing her as he’d beaten opponent after opponent. An unstoppable force had caused her to challenge him, and fate had seemingly taken over.

  The truth was she hadn’t planned on things going so far. She hadn’t planned on sharing something so intimate with him before he even knew her name, but from the moment she’d leaned against him on that powerful motorcycle, she’d acted on instinct. Before she had come to her senses, she’d been naked and mounting him with absolutely no desire to stop.

  Now, here they were, atop his stilled bike in front of a restaurant she knew well. She’d barely loosened her grip around his waist, unsure if it was because she enjoyed the feel of him or because she didn’t know how to face him after what they’d shared. She just hoped he wouldn’t blow her off like some two-bit whore.

  “You okay, Bright Eyes?” he asked as he sat upright and rubbed his hand against her arm.

  “I’m okay.” She didn’t move.

  The silence sent her nerves into overdrive, but finally he spoke. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. How about we go in and get something to eat?”

  It suddenly occurred to her that she had to get off the bike before he could. “Oh, yeah.” She slid off, smoothed her skirt down her legs, then removed his large leather jacket from her shoulders. “Ah…thanks for the loan.” Reluctantly, she held it out for him, and instantly missed not only its warmth, but the smell of him it offered, too.

  Nick looked down at her with a furrowed brow. She was trying so hard to keep up her confident pretence, but it was as if he could see through her. She felt more vulnerable standing in a public parking lot than she had naked in his arms. She wasn’t ashamed of what had happened, but she wasn’t normally that kind of woman, and she was nervous about how he’d respond once he found out she wasn’t as reckless as she appeared to be.

  “Kelsey,” he whispered as he tipped her face to look into her
eyes.

  The soft, gritty texture of his voice speaking her name mesmerised her, and all fear and trepidation left her once he cradled her face in his hands. With a tenderness she wasn’t expecting, he leant down and brushed his lips against hers.

  He gave her a reassuring smile. “Let’s go inside, Bright Eyes. We’ll get something to eat and we can talk a little.”

  “Okay.” She nodded. Multiple questions popped into her head at the same time. Will he like me once he gets to know me? What if we have nothing in common? Is he sticking around only because of what just happened between us?

  They entered the sparsely-filled restaurant and made their way towards the bar. “I’m gonna go freshen up a bit,” Kelsey said while nodding towards the restrooms.

  “Yeah, me too,” Nick replied. “Meet you back here?”

  She smiled and nodded before disappearing into the ladies’ room.

  After using the facilities, Nick stared at himself in the mirror while washing his hands. “What the hell is happening here, dude?” he asked himself.

  He finished washing up, trying his best to keep his torn shirt closed by tucking it in his jeans. The way Kelsey alternated between seductive and saintly had his head swirling. The woman he’d met in the bar was aggressive and confident, but the woman he’d pulled up to the restaurant with seemed unsure and timid. He contemplated his next step, and decided to just let go and wing it. It’d served him well so far.

  He hovered by the bar, occasionally glancing towards the ladies’ room as he waited for her to return. Tossing a peanut into his mouth, he leant back against the rail and began surveying the few patrons who milled about.

  “No way in hell! Jensen? Nick Jensen? Is that you, man?”

  Nick turned to see a dark-haired man with an equally dark beard approaching. “Damn, it is a small world, huh, dude? How’s it going, Bartholomew?”

  “What the hell are you doing back in Brookfield?”

  “Oh, you know me, this and that. How’ve you been?”

  “Things are good. Got married. Settled down a bit.”

  The mood was a delicate balance between comfort and tension as Nick nodded, yet kept his distance. “Good for you, man. Congrats.”

  “Thanks,” Bart said, checking his watch. “Hey, how long are you in town?”

  “I’m not real sure yet,” Nick replied and gave a quick glance towards the ladies’ room. “I think I’ll stick around for a little while.”

  “Here.” Bart handed Nick a business card. “Give me a call before you leave. We’ll have a beer. I gotta run. It was good seeing you.”

  “Detective Bart Kapman? Moving up in the word, huh, dude?”

  “Yeah, well. The more things change, the more they stay the same.”

  “Ain’t that the truth. Nice running into you, Bartholomew. I’ll give you a call.” Nick tucked the card into his pocket.

  “Good seeing you, too. We’ll have you over. You can meet my wife. Take care.” Bart grabbed his bag of takeout and hurriedly walked out of the front door.

  “You too, man,” Nick called out to his old friend’s back. With another quick glance towards the restroom door, he pulled out his cell phone and typed a text message.

  Made contact. Stay close.

  After cleaning up and trying to make herself presentable, Kelsey apprehensively stepped out of the ladies’ room. She had never behaved like this before, but she found it exhilarating and was willing to see how far it would go. Most of her life, she’d been the good girl—a dutiful daughter, a supportive friend, a docile lover. Tonight, she’d wanted to throw caution to the wind. She’d uncorked the bottle, and there was no way she was going to shove that genie back in.

  Burying her nervousness deep down, she found some of her confidence from earlier in the evening. She saw Nick typing on his cell phone and was again taken with him. If he isn’t the hottest man I’ve ever seen…

  “Miss me?” she asked.

  “Absolutely, Bright Eyes.” He turned suddenly, tucking his cell phone into his back pocket. “So, are you ready for dinner?”

  “I was thinking…”

  He chuckled. “Uh-oh. Why does that concern me?”

  “What, you can’t handle me?”

  “You know I can handle you, baby,” he said in a sexy tone. “What’d you have in mind?”

  She had to pause as the image of their heated romp flashed in her mind. “How about we get our dinner to go and take it to my place?”

  “You sure you want to do that, Kelsey?”

  His hesitation unnerved her, but she wasn’t ready for the night to end, and after what he’d made her feel on that motorcycle, she certainly wasn’t ready to let this guy go. “I’m sure,” she whispered, trailing her finger under his shirt and revealing a portion of a tattoo. She hadn’t been able to see clearly in the darkness of the forest, but she wanted another chance to investigate him. “I’d like to get to know you better, Nick.”

  His soft grunt signalled his agreement. “Works for me, baby. Let’s go to your place.”

  Chapter Three

  The clang of the heavy metal door echoed through the dark loft apartment as the two entered. The warehouse had once been used by a defunct shipping company. Kelsey had explained how the long-vacant structure had recently been taken over by a local real estate developer with hopes of making a quick profit. They’d begun renovations with the loft unit, intending to complete the rest of the building within a year, but when the property values had fallen in the area, the project had been abandoned. That left the loft unit as the only liveable space for blocks. It may have been isolated, but it was spacious, modern, and the rent was dirt cheap.

  Running her hand along the brick wall, Kelsey found the light switch and flipped it, illuminating the room, before she slid the door closed and locked it tight.

  Nick raised his eyebrow at her actions, sensing he wouldn’t be leaving tonight. “So, this is your place, huh, Bright Eyes?” He dropped the takeout bag on the counter and strutted his way into the living room.

  “Yep. This is home.”

  “Didn’t take you for the industrial type.” He took a long look at the heavy metal staircase in the corner and bare brick walls. The layout of the place was simple, but functional. The kitchen was located to the right of the sliding entrance door, a long bare counter the only division between that room and the living room. On the far wall was an obviously well-used fireplace, complete with swinging metal doors on either side. The mantle was tastefully decorated, as was the rest of the room. Her penchant for cleanliness spoke for itself.

  The back wall sported a large bank of windows, which he assumed had one hell of a view—based on her proximity to the water and the distinct smell of lake air. Judging by the stack of books sitting on the padded window seat, she must spend time reading there, which is exactly what he saw himself doing if this was his place.

  “Well, normally I wouldn’t be, but this place used to belong to my brother and his wife. When I moved here from Cleveland, I sublet this place because they bought a house.”

  Nick continued to stroll around the apartment, looking at what few knick-knacks she had displayed about while trying to get more of a feel of the type of woman she was. “Cleveland, huh? Were you born there?” he asked, finally turning to her.

  “Uh, no. Actually I was born here in Brookfield. I’ve lived here most of my life.” She seemed surprised by his question, and Nick thought she was purposely avoiding his gaze as she unpacked their food. The shy Kelsey had returned. “I only lived in Cleveland for a few years.”

  She gasped when he sidled beside her in the kitchen. “Let me help you with that, baby.” He grabbed the plates she had taken out of the cabinet, thankful he had a good grip because she released them quickly, almost dropping them to the floor.

  “Thanks.”

  As he plated up their meals, she grabbed a bottle of chilled wine and two glasses. “I hope white is okay with you.”

  “Fine.” He carried their plates
to the small dining table in the living room. “So, what was in Cleveland?”

  “Huh? Oh, right… School. I lived there while I earned my degree.”

  “What’s your degree?” He pulled her chair out and helped her to sit before taking his seat across from her.

  “I’m a nurse practitioner. I worked in a hospital there for a while.”

  “A nurse practitioner,” he said nodding. He could tell she was intelligent, so her profession didn’t surprise him. “What brought you back here? You miss home?”

  “Oh, man, this is good,” Kelsey said as she licked her fork.

  He smiled at her. Her childlike expression was endearing, and quite a contrast from the seductive woman he’d met earlier, but watching her run her tongue along her fork turned him on something fierce. He had to keep her talking. He needed to control himself—at least for now.

  “So what brought you back?”

  “Sorry. I tend to lose myself in food,” she said with a giggle. “I missed home, but that’s not the reason I came back. Doctor Hinson, the Chief of Staff over at University Hospital, offered me my dream job and I couldn’t say no.”

  “Dream job?”

  “The hospital is opening an emergency clinic not too far from here. He wants me to be in charge of it.”

  “Wow. He’s putting you in charge?”

  “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

  “No! No, I didn’t mean you couldn’t do it. I just meant…”

  “I know what you meant, and it’s fine. I’m a bit young, yes, but the Hinsons are old family friends, so I’ve been groomed for this type of job for a while. I think my parents talked to old Doc Hinson and convinced him to lure me back to town, too.”

  “Well, good for you. Sounds like a big deal.”

  “It’s going to be a lot of work, but it’s something I’ve always wanted to do. Once it gets up and running, I’ll be able to go back to school and they’ll pay for it. I’d like to become a doctor.”

  He nodded as he sipped his wine. She was impressive, no doubt—beauty, brains, ambition, passion and an innocence that told him she wasn’t as worldly as she wanted him to think.