Sidetracked (The Busy Bean)

by R. L. Kenderson

  My hands had been in my lap until now, but I slowly ran one up his hard chest until I stopped at his heart. I could feel it beating rapidly under my palm.

  I pulled away, so I could move my mouth to his ear. “Would you feel less guilty if I told you that I was thinking about you when I made myself come?”

  I felt Gabe grow hard against my leg.

  I nuzzled the spot behind his ear. “I think you like that.”

  “You’re killing me.” He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed his length against me just enough so I would know what he was talking about.

  “Same here.” I was growing wet between my legs. I picked up my drink and finished it. “I’m going to go home, and I want you to know that you’re more than welcome to join me there.”

  He ran a finger down my arm, and I shivered.

  “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Fantasy is one thing. Reality is another. We’re neighbors. I’m your landlord.”

  I cupped his cheek. “Oh, Gabe.” Always so serious. “It’s not a marriage proposal. It’s just sex.” I slid off his lap and whispered, “You know where to find me.”

  I turned to the table. “I’m going to head home.” I looked over at Lauren and touched her shoulder to get her attention. “Thank you so much for inviting me out. I had a lot of fun, and I hope we can do this again.”

  Lauren smiled. “You have to go already?”

  “Yeah.” I picked up my purse and dragged it over my head.

  “We’d probably better get going too,” Audrey said.

  “I agree, princess,” Griff agreed.

  I waved good-bye to everyone and hurried out of the bar. I didn’t want to walk out with Audrey and her husband. I was horny and not in the mood for small talk.

  When I got home, I left my front door unlocked. I didn’t know Gabe well, but I figured there was only about a five percent chance he’d come to me.

  He was so serious that it probably took a lot for him to let himself go. And if he thought there was any sort of conflict about sleeping with me, he would most likely tell himself no.

  For this reason, I didn’t do any sort of prepping before he got home.

  I washed my face and brushed my teeth, like normal. But I didn’t do anything about my day-old leg hair or the month-old hair between my legs. Since Felix and I had broken up, I had let my lady garden grow, and I wasn’t about to trim for someone who was unlikely to show.

  Besides, my vibrator didn’t care how many curls I had down there.

  I stripped off my clothes and threw them in the corner of my room before pulling on the oversize T-shirt that I used as pajamas. I pushed back the covers on my bed and lay down. I leaned over the edge and pulled open my bottom drawer.

  The walk home hadn’t curbed my desire at all, and I couldn’t get rid of the feel of Gabe’s mouth against my ear or his shaft against my leg. Maybe I should wait until he got home and climbed into his own bed. Then, I could start moaning his name.

  I smiled at the thought. It would serve him right for getting me all worked up and then telling me no.

  I pulled one of my favorite dual vibrators out of my drawer. I really wanted the big D right now, but I was going to have to settle for a piece of rubber instead.

  Before I settled in to make love to my vibrator, I opened my Music app and put in my Bluetooth earbuds. I needed to make sure I couldn’t hear Gabe come home. Otherwise, I’d lose my train of thought and only be disappointed when he walked past my place to go into his own.

  I picked a sexy tune, turned up the volume, and grabbed my battery-operated boyfriend.

  At least one good thing about having sex alone was, I knew how to make myself feel good.

  I slid a hand up my shirt to pinch my nipple while the other teased my clit with the head of the vibrator. I was so wet that I didn’t need any outside lubricant, and the shaft slid inside me with ease.

  I pushed the button to turn it on and aimed the finger projection right on my clit.

  I arched my hips and squeezed my legs together; the friction was almost too much for me to handle.

  I eased back a little and gave myself time to adjust.

  After several minutes, I was getting close to exploding when the vibrator was ripped from my hand.

  My eyes flew open just as Gabe threw my vibrator against the wall.

  He was breathing so hard that his chest was heaving.

  I slowly pulled my buds from my ears. “You came.”

  “Yeah, and I see you didn’t wait for me.”

  “I thought you said no.”

  “I changed my mind.”

  He reached back and yanked his shirt over his head. He pushed his jeans off his hips, and I gasped when I saw his cock pop free and smack him in the abdomen.

  Holy shit.

  I guessed I hadn’t lied when I told Felix that Gabe had a huge dick.

  I tried to touch it, but he stopped me with a hand around the wrist.

  “Not yet.” He tossed my arm to the side and hauled me to the end of the bed as he got down on his knees.

  “Wait.”

  “What?”

  There wasn’t much light in the room, so I didn’t know how much he could see.

  “It’s been a while for me, and I haven’t done any landscaping, if you get what I mean.”

  There was enough light for me to see Gabe look up into my eyes. “Last week, I picked up a piece of chocolate that I’d dropped on my rug and ate it.”

  “You like chocolate?”

  “Not as much as I like pussy. Now, let me eat, darling.”

  17

  Gabe

  I should have known Charli’s pussy would taste as sweet as her personality.

  I hadn’t come here tonight for this. I came to talk to her, but when I saw her pleasuring herself in real life—not just in my mind—something came over me.

  I wanted to be the one to make her come.

  I’d snatched her vibrator from her hand without another thought.

  I sucked on her clit and rubbed my teeth against it before flattening my tongue over it. She moaned and thrashed as she glided her hands underneath her shirt.

  I pushed her up on the bed and turned on her lamp on the nightstand.

  “What are you doing?” she panted.

  “Getting you naked. And kissing you. I thought I should kiss you before I make you come.” I whipped off the tee she was wearing. “God, I’ve wanted to see these things since the first moment I saw you.”

  “My breasts?”

  “Your nipples. They’re the exact color of your lips.”

  I couldn’t resist. I drew one in my mouth and sucked hard.

  “Oh God,” she said.

  I peppered kisses through the valley of her breasts as I moved from one red bud to the other. I could keep my mouth on her all day, but she was thrashing underneath me, and I knew she needed to come.

  I crawled up until I found her mouth and kissed her as she reached between us and grabbed my cock. She stroked me, and I ground my hips into her hand.

  Despite getting myself off every night this week, it felt like I was minutes away from coming. And I didn’t want to do that anywhere but inside her.

  Charli must have had the same idea because she rubbed the head of my shaft between her legs. She was so wet that I moaned into her mouth.

  That must have been all the encouragement she needed because her hand left my dick, and her legs went up to my sides. I didn’t even stop to think about what I was doing as I pushed myself deep inside her wet heat.

  Maybe I would have realized that I missed a step in the sex process if Charli hadn’t stiffened underneath me and cried out into my mouth. Her pussy pulsed around my cock as she came and came.

  I thrust forward on the tail end of her orgasm, not wanting it to stop. I wanted to feel her grip me like that again.

  Her hands clutched my back as I rode her hard, and whenever I worried that I was being too rough, she’d dig her nails in and spur me to continue
. She was so wet that our bodies connecting was the only sound in the room.

  As I kissed her neck, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer, no matter how much I didn’t want it to end. But when I felt the tightening of her inner muscles once again, I had no choice.

  I slammed into her, burying myself to the root, and let myself go, pouring my seed into her as I came and came and came.

  When our breathing lessened, I looked down at Charli and pushed her hair out of her face. “Are you okay?”

  She laughed.

  I furrowed my eyebrows and rolled off of her.

  My dick immediately missed her warm heat.

  She curled to her side and threw half of her body over mine. “Oh, Gabe.”

  “Oh what?”

  “Only you would make a woman come twice and ask her if she was okay.”

  Threading my fingers through the back of her hair, I drew her head back, so I could see her face. “That’s not what I was asking, and you know it.”

  She lifted her eyebrows. “Oh? Then, what were you asking?”

  “I fucked you pretty hard. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  She shivered. “God, would you say that again?”

  I raised my own brow in question. “I wanted to make sure you were okay?”

  “No. The other thing.”

  I smiled. “I fucked you pretty hard.”

  “Yes. That. I just had two amazing orgasms, and I already want you again.”

  My cock liked the sound of that, growing hard.

  Using my free hand, I found hers and wrapped it around my dick.

  “The feeling’s mutual.” I pushed up onto my side, dragging her leg over my hip.

  Keeping my grip on her hair, I tugged her head back and bit on her neck as I pressed inside her again.

  “Oh, oh, fuuuuck,” she said as she pulsed around me once more.

  I released her neck when her climax was done and looked at her. “I think you need to call your ex back and tell him you were telling the truth.”

  She blinked up at me. “Huh?”

  I rubbed my nose along her jaw. “Two for two, babe. ‘All he has to do is slide it into me, and I explode,’ ” I said, quoting her.

  “ ‘It doesn’t hurt that he also has a huge dick, but his real gift is him knowing how to use it,’ ” she finished the line she’d said to Felix. She ran her hands over my chest. “And, God, you know how to use it.”

  I jerked inside her. Even though I knew I had a big dick, apparently, I still liked hearing it.

  “Well, hold on because I’m not quite done yet.”

  18

  Charli

  I slowly opened my eyes and stretched, letting out a satisfied sigh.

  I was sore in all the right places but completely sated.

  I rolled over to see that I was alone in my bed. I’d been sleeping so hard that it took me a second to remember Gabe had spent the night. I knew it couldn’t have been too long since he’d left my room because at around five in the morning, he’d woken me with a kiss to the back before sliding out of my bed.

  After he’d left, I must have fallen right back to sleep because I didn’t remember anything after that.

  I pushed off my comforter and sat up as I shoved my hair out of my face, but I didn’t do much more to get out of bed.

  I had the energy of a sloth at the moment. I didn’t want to do anything, except bask in my post-coital bliss. Because I had no idea when or if it would happen again. At least, not with Gabe.

  Regrettably, even though I didn’t have to go into work, I still told myself that I was going to clean and do some writing today. Maybe if I got my to-do list completed, I could give myself some downtime.

  I pushed off my bed, grabbed my T-shirt from the floor, pulled it over my head, and made my way to the kitchen. I smiled when I noticed that my coffeemaker was on, and there was coffee in the pot.

  Unfortunately, coffee wasn’t the only thing Gabe had left me. I was wet between my legs, and it wasn’t just from my desire, which meant the two of us needed to have a talk.

  I wasn’t sure if he was home or at the hardware store today, but as I stared out the window, sipping my coffee, I saw him walk past my window and into the garage.

  Figuring there was no time like the present, I slipped on some flip-flops and headed outside.

  “Ooh,” I said as the cool air hit me.

  The sun was out, and the grass was mostly green, but I still forgot that it was the beginning of autumn, which meant the mornings were chilly. Soon, the whole day would be cold, and I couldn’t wait to see Vermont in winter.

  Most of my friends in Richmond had thought I was crazy to miss snow. Winter in Virginia was nothing like the winters I had grown up with in Minnesota.

  I still remembered the first time it’d snowed in Virginia. Everything was canceled even though the snow melted by noon. When I was growing up, they hadn’t called off school for hardly anything. School had been canceled more for subzero temperatures than snow.

  I was looking forward to living among people who didn’t panic at the slightest snowflake anymore.

  When I reached the garage, I knocked on the side door.

  Gabe opened it, wearing jeans and an open flannel over his bare chest again. I’d thought it was hot before, but now that I knew what that chest felt like under my fingers, I wanted to touch him some more.

  Upon seeing me, he hustled me back as he stepped outside and closed the door behind me. “What are you doing out here?” he asked with a grimace.

  “Good morning to you too.”

  A tiny smile crossed his lips. “I’m sorry. Good morning.” He looked down at my lack of attire. “You’re not wearing any pants.”

  I took a sip of my coffee and smiled over the rim of my cup. “I’m not wearing any underwear either, but that’s not why I’m here.”

  He stepped forward and slid a hand under my shirt and to the back of my thigh. He slowly moved his hand up until he was cupping my ass, and he squeezed, letting out a groan. “If you’re not here to tease me, then what’s up?” He removed his hand from under my shirt, grabbed my cup to take a sip, and handed it back to me.

  “We need to talk about our lack of birth control.”

  Gabe took a step back, closed his eyes, and let his head fall back against the wall of the garage. “There was a little voice in the back of my head that kept telling me I was overlooking something last night, but I kept forgetting about it because you felt so good. I should have known it was because I took you raw.”

  “Gabe.” A flush creeped up my neck at hearing him talk like that. I hadn’t thought serious and grumpy Gabe would speak like that, but I should have known he would be matter-of-fact about everything, even sex.

  He lifted his head and looked down at me, his expression absolutely clueless. “What?”

  I shook my head because I certainly wasn’t going to lecture him about the way he spoke. I liked it way too much. “Nothing.” I put my hand on his arm. “But, listen, I need to be up-front with you, whether last night was a one-time thing or if we decide to get naked again.”

  He raised his brow. “Oh, we’re getting naked again.”

  I chuckled. “That was a fast turnaround from ‘I don’t know if that’s a good idea.’ ”

  He lifted a shoulder. “I changed my mind.” He pointed over his shoulder. “Plus, you wouldn’t believe how much work I got done this morning.”

  “So, you’re going to use my body to up your production?” I teased.

  He shrugged. “Guilty.”

  I laughed. “You made a joke.”

  He frowned. “I do have a sense of humor, you know.”

  I bit the inside of my lip to curb my smile. “I’m sure you do.” I shifted closer to him. “But if you keep making me come like that, you can use my body anytime you want.”

  He smiled, and it took my breath away.

  I had to look somewhere other than his gorgeous face because we had gotten off subject
.

  I leaned up against the garage next to him. “Going back to the birth-control thing, first and foremost, I want you to know I’m disease-free. After Felix broke up with me, he swore there hadn’t been anyone else, and while ninety-nine percent of me believed him, I got tested anyway. And I haven’t slept with anyone since we broke up, besides you.”

  “You don’t have to worry about that with me either.” He cleared his throat. “I haven’t been with anyone for some time, and I have been checked since then.”

  “So, we’re good there.” I took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. The next part of this conversation was always hard for me to talk about. “As far as pregnancy goes, I have something called polycystic ovary syndrome. Have you ever heard of it?”

  “No.”

  “It’s called PCOS for short, and a side effect of it can be infertility.” I hated saying that word. I hated the thought that I might be infertile. “It doesn’t necessarily mean that I can’t have children, but it means that if I do ever get pregnant, it will take some help from a doctor—whether it’s fertility drugs, all the way up to IVF. I was told a long time ago that I wouldn’t get pregnant on my own.”

  I glanced up at him. “I know this is more than you wanted to know from someone you just slept with, but I want to be straightforward with you. I am not on any birth control because I don’t want it messing with whatever else is going on with my reproductive system.

  “Felix and I were together for six years. We never used birth control, and we never once had a scare. The same with the boyfriend I’d had before him.

  “I also rarely get my period, so please don’t ask me about it if pregnancy is something you’re worried about. Because while I was diagnosed in high school and have come to terms with my condition, it still stings sometimes. And when a guy asks me if I’ve gotten my period, part of me knows he’s asking to make sure I’m not pregnant, but all it does is remind me that I’m not like most women and that I will never get pregnant the old-fashioned way.”