Slade (Joanna Blake Singles)

by Joanna Blake

  Not that I ever really did. I liked a good lip gloss now and then. But I already attracted more attention than I wanted. Usually from guys who did not want a meaningful relationship, if you know I’m saying.

  Makeup just made it worse.

  Meanwhile he was wearing a very expensive looking button down shirt over another pair of soft looking tight jeans.

  The man really knew how to wear jeans.

  "You look perfect."

  He let out a low whistle and started dragging me again.

  "Wait!"

  He sighed as if very put out and waited while I grabbed my keys and a cherry chapstick. He smirked at that. Then he took my hand and dragged me out of the house, sighing impatiently as I locked the door.

  "Is that really necessary?"

  "Well there are all sorts of strange men out tonight. So, yes."

  “Touche.”

  He laughed again and threw his arm over my shoulder. For some reason he seemed to find me charming. No matter how hard I tried to put him off.

  Maybe he was on drugs. He was a rock star after all. He seemed straight though.

  And his big strong arm felt heavenly around my back. It had been a while since anyone hugged me, that was for sure.

  It was kind of sad but the truth was, my only source of physical affection was a dog.

  An awesome, off the charts amazing dog, but still.

  "Come on doll. Let's get you some more of that champagne."

  That's when I realized that he hadn't been wearing sunglasses for the first time. I was completely bamboozled by his stunning good looks.

  His eyes. Good lord, those eyes.

  They were brown. But that word didn't do it justice. They weren't chocolatey. They were amber.

  Warm, glowing amber.

  I let him lead me over to his house.

  Chapter 8

  Slade

  I sat in the low slung all weather couch on my deck. It formed a semi circle and was filled with people laughing and talking in front of an eco gas fireplace.

  Soft music played, classics and songs from the 60’s and 70’s. It was comfortable, and surprisingly fun.

  I didn't have anything against loud music. It just overpowered the sound of the ocean less than twenty feet away.

  And according to Jenny, that would be a travesty.

  I had to admit, I agreed with her.

  She’d also programmed the music after I handed over my iPod.

  Jenny was full of surprises as she sat beside me tonight.

  The girl was not only relaxed, she was sparkling. She was surprisingly well read and sharp as a tack. There were revealing moments as well, like when she mentioned that she was well read only because she spent so much time alone.

  I’d felt a strange hitch in my chest at the thought.

  Then there was the time she'd said that she was alone in the world. Literally. She hadn't been throwing a pity party, on the converse, she'd made a joke about being an orphan.

  Something about how simple the holidays were when you didn't have any living relatives. None worth mentioning anyway.

  Everyone had laughed.

  But it had broken my heart.

  Just a little bit.

  Just enough to crack it open and let something else in.

  Everyone was drinking and relaxing but I’d switched to mineral water about a half an hour ago. As soon as the party started to thin out. I wanted to be relatively sober when I kissed her.

  And I was going to kiss her.

  Of that I had no doubt.

  Kissing, and hopefully a whole lot more.

  Now, I just had to keep her distracted while I hinted that everyone else should leave.

  Jenny leaned back and closed her eyes, with no idea of what I was planning.

  She wouldn’t be so relaxed if she did know.

  Chapter 9

  Jenny

  CRACK

  My palms made contact with Slade’s hands again. He was letting me win the game of slap, I had no doubt. But I couldn't stop laughing.

  Besides, I figured he deserved a slap or two. Especially with the dirty looks he'd been throwing my way all night.

  Not dirty.

  Sultry. Hot.

  Smokin' hot.

  He'd been sitting next to me for most of the night, despite having thirty something other guests to attend to.

  It was almost like he was afraid to let me out of his sight. Like he knew that I might sneak back home and he wouldn’t get a chance to- well, I wasn’t sure exactly what he was after. But I figured it included both of us, wearing as little clothing as possible.

  The guy could have any number of gorgeous women at the party. I’d noticed his yoga teacher staring at him, throwing him hints all night. He ignored her completely.

  For some reason, it seemed like he actually wanted me.

  And only me.

  I’d felt his eyes almost constantly. He'd managed to slide closer every half hour or so as well. Until his thigh was pressed against mine and his arms slung casually over the back of my seat.

  He was marking his territory, no doubt about it.

  It felt completely natural for some reason. Even though I knew he was putting the moves on me. He wasn't being overbearing but it sure as shit wasn't subtle either.

  Now we were facing each other, two of the last people at the party. I kept getting up to leave but he kept pulling me back down and entertaining me with some other wild story.

  He had lots of wild stories. And snacks. And fizzy, delicious beverages.

  Now he was letting me slap the shit out of his hands.

  "Ow!"

  He winced and held his hand dramatically. I laughed giddily. I hadn't really hit him hard. Oddly enough, even after anonymously hating my neighbor for all this time, I didn't want to.

  "You deserve it for waking me up all those mornings!"

  "It wasn't me! If I had known I would have told them to start work at nine. No- ten!"

  I laughed. It was impossible to stay angry at the man. He wasn’t just devastatingly handsome, or rich, or talented.

  He was funny as hell.

  I harrumphed and nodded to him.

  “Well, ten am is the perfect time to get out of bed."

  His eyes warmed up and he leaned forward, stroking my cheek.

  "Or get into it."

  He was going to kiss me. I knew it. I hesitated for a moment and then turned away imperceptibly.

  "I should go. Basil needs to go out."

  "I'll come. We can try and finish some of this champagne."

  I didn't say yes or no but when he followed me homeward, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Nobody had paid me this much attention in years. Mostly because I hid away from the world but-

  Now where had that come from?

  I loved my quiet little life. I was safe here. Nobody bothered me or made demands. Sure it got lonely sometimes but…

  Aw, hell.

  It got lonely a lot.

  "Hey, Basil!"

  Basil was ecstatic to see us as we came in the door. He grabbed his leash between his jaws and rolled onto his back, encouraging Slade to rub his belly.

  It was a bonafide love fest.

  Strangely, I felt left out.

  "Alright, let's go you two."

  Slade followed me to the beach, with Basil leading the way. I always leashed Basil, mostly for his own safety. I’d heard of dogs getting lost out here and didn't want to take a risk.

  After all, Basil was all I had. Basil and a beach house. And my business, Jenny Cakes.

  Gee, that was depressing.

  I swigged deeply from the champagne bottle Slade kept handing me. They were laughing while Basil ran circles around us. Slade looked serious all the sudden as he reached out and grabbed my hand.

  He rubbed his thumb over my palm and pulled me towards him. My laughter faded as I stared up at him. He was smiling softly as he looked hungrily at my lips.

  He moved in. I moved away.
r />   I took another swig and pulled free of his hands.

  "Let's go swimming!"

  His eyes lit up as I reached for my waistband, swiftly unbuttoning it and tugging down the zipper. His jaw dropped when shimmied my jeans off and ran into the water.

  "Hey, wait for me!"

  I turned back to see Slade stripping down to his undies and chasing me into the bay.

  Chapter 10

  Slade

  I was having the time of my life. No joke. It literally felt like the best time I’d had in my entire life.

  Because of her.

  There was no one on Earth like her. Jenny was so raw and present. So real. So free.

  So intent on not letting me kiss her.

  But if there was one thing I knew, it was that I was going to convince her otherwise.

  Starting now.

  We were swimming in the cool, easy waves that rolled into the bay. It was free from the dangerous undertow or rough currents that you faced on the ocean side. It was also a haven for biting flies and mosquitos.

  Not that the real estate agent who'd sold me the lot even mentioned that.

  But that made it safe for a midnight swim, even slightly inebriated. Which we both were.

  Well, maybe more than just slightly.

  I grinned as Jenny flipped over onto her back and stared at the sky. She couldn't know how entrancing her face looked, with just her nose, chin, forehead and lips visible above the surface.

  Oh, and her breasts. It was hard not to be distracted by those glorious bouncing globes.

  I licked my lips as her breasts bobbed against the waves. I was instantly hard, just like that. I almost had to shake myself to focus on what she was saying.

  "There's no place like this on Earth."

  "You're right."

  "No place so beautiful. Or unspoiled."

  I grinned and decided it was time to make my move.

  "Especially now."

  She turned to look at me as I rolled her to her feet. The bay was only four feet deep this close to shore. Deep enough to get wet, but hard to drown in.

  Jenny was so tiny that the water reached up to her chest.

  "What do you mean?"

  I brushed my hand over her silky cheek. It was now or never.

  "Jenny…"

  The raw hunger in my voice was unmistakable. I lowered my lips to hers. I couldn't have stopped myself if I’d tried.

  Not that I was trying.

  Jenny felt, and tasted, incredible. She was a feast for my senses. In my hands. Under my mouth. Against my tongue. And when she opened her mouth to gasp in surprise I wasted no time.

  I went for the gold.

  My tongue danced inside teasingly to explore Jenny's delectable mouth. I swirled it against her delectable tongue. She stood stock still as I teased her mouth, begging her to kiss me back.

  Once, twice… the third time her tongue responded to mine.

  That was it.

  I was in.

  Chapter 11

  Jenny

  Was this really happening?

  I moaned against Slade's mouth. His hands were everywhere under the water, inflaming me. He started stroking softly between my legs.

  Even through my panties, it felt incredible.

  How could I be so hot when I was submerged in the Atlantic Ocean?

  Slade stopped kissing me long enough to tilt back slightly and lift me up. His lips and tongue seared the skin along my neck and collar bone.

  He growled in frustration when he couldn't get at my breasts and set me back down.

  He ran his thumb over my cheek and grabbed my hand.

  "Come on."

  I followed him back to the beach in a lust filled daze. He kissed me again and looked around, whistling for Basil. Slade scooped up the leash and led us both back toward my house.

  I was as obedient as a well-trained dog.

  I felt like I was in a champagne and kissing induced dream. But one thought kept pulsing through my mind. A thought that should have scared me. But it didn't.

  I was going to sleep with Slade Kinney.

  He opened the door. His damp hair fell over his forehead as he smiled at me. His hand felt warm on my back as he guided me inside.

  At this point, the warning bells in my head went completely silent, overwhelmed by lust.

  I would just sleep with him. Once. That would get him out of my system. Right? Yes, I told myself yes over and over again.

  Then I could go back to my safe, boring little life.

  But for now…

  I stood in my living room, watching while Slade shut and locked the door behind him. Then he pulled me into his arms. His eyes were dark and hot and concerned.

  "You're shaking."

  He pulled my shirt up and over my head, casting it aside. I was naked now, except for my underpants. This was new. The lights weren’t even dimmed. I’d spent every moment I’d ever been naked with a man trying to keep him from seeing me.

  Slade looked. I could feel him looking. My skin pricked with heat as his eyes slid over my flesh.

  But somehow he didn't make me feel exposed. He didn't stare, or ogle my large boobs. Instead he silently appreciated me. Just for a moment. Then he pulled me against him and kissed me again.

  Ohhh…

  He laughed a minute later, pulling away.

  "We'll never get dry this way. Do you have a towel?"

  I nodded and padded over to the linen closet. I turned expecting him to be watching me. Checking out my half naked ass. Instead, he'd followed me. He was inches away, his body giving off tremendous heat.

  He pulled the towel out of my hands and started to dry me off. I gasped as the circulation rushed to my skin, warming me from the outside in.

  It was the most sensual rub down of my life.

  His hands skimmed my sensitive places as he patted and briskly rubbed me with the towel. He bent down to address my lower half and rolled my soaking wet panties down my legs. He didn't give me a chance to be shy. He wrapped the towel around my back and in the front-

  In the front, he used his mouth the whisk the salt water away.

  Gently, carefully, he tasted me.

  Slade Kinney was eating me out while I stood in the hallway of my Gran’s beach shack. And he was doing a damn good job of it too.

  Oh my god.

  His lips were soft against my pouty sex. He licked, teased and nuzzled me there, all the while making appreciative, sexy little noises.

  Those noises alone were going to drive me insane. So was the way he was toying with me, never quite giving me what I wanted. What I wanted was more pressure, more contact, more speed.

  I wanted more. Now, dammit.

  But he just lazily traced the outline of my dewy slit with his tongue. Over and over again. Now and then he changed gears and flicked his tongue rapidly against my clitoris. Not enough to let me come. Never long enough to do more than turn up the dial on my arousal.

  And I was already very, very aroused.

  "Slade… Oh God, what are you doing to me?"

  He chuckled and kept going as I gripped his shoulders and hung on for dear life.

  "Please…"

  He murmured something against my dripping petals. I tugged on his hair. I was close to begging.

  "Slade!"

  I expected him to come up with a smug grin on his face. Instead he came up looking serious. And as desperate as I felt.

  "Bed. Now."

  I nodded breathlessly and pointed toward my bedroom. He scooped me up like I was a skinny little thing. He carried me down that the hallway and kicked the door open, tossing me on the bed.

  I watched in awe as he closed the door in a startled looking Basil's face.

  Then he peeled his shorts off and climbed on top of me.

  Chapter 12

  Slade

  Please give me the strength to do what I need to do.

  The writhing woman beneath me was going to drive me insane. Literally and completely ins
ane. I felt like I was going to wake up in a mental institution, wrapped in a straight jacket.

  I didn't mind though.

  Jenny was worth it.

  I’d never been this turned on in my life. Not even close. I held my breath as I lowered my body so that it pressed against hers.

  Dear Lord.

  She felt so good, the woman was giving me religion.

  I kissed her again, unable to help myself no matter how badly I wanted to get on to the main event. My cock pressed tauntingly into her smooth belly, mere inches from where it wanted to be.

  Buried deep inside her.

  "Jenny? Do you have any protection?"

  "What?"

  "Do you have a condom?"

  "I don't have any."

  I groaned, my cock twitching in frustration. Neither one of us were in our right minds. I knew I was going to screw this woman senseless, condom be dammed.

  "Oh God- Jenny- are you on the pill?"

  She was staring up at me from beneath hooded lids.

  "No. There hasn’t been any reason to.”

  I moaned, realizing I’d been right. Jenny hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. In some way, it felt like she’d been waiting for me.

  Maybe I’d been waiting for her, too.

  "Fuck- listen- I'm clean. I want to do this. We'll just be careful."

  She nodded at me and I exhaled in relief. I’d been afraid she would tell me to go fuck myself. I wouldn’t even blame her if she had.

  "Christ- Jenny- I don't think I can wait."

  "Uh huh."

  "I can- I can pull out."

  "Yes. Okay. Good idea."

  I reached down and rubbed the tip of my swollen cock against her juicy little pussy lips. She whimpered in need. That was all it took.

  The thin thread of control I had snapped.

  "To hell with it."

  I pushed forward, easing into her sweet little pussy. She was so tight that it felt like a fucking Boa Constrictor was strangling my unprotected cock. In a good way though.

  A very, very good way.