U-Turn

by Maren Lee

  She turned and looked at Ryan. His jaw had dropped. He blew out a breath, clearly still trying to convince himself.

  “Which room should I sleep in?” Katie motioned to the doors.

  He pointed to the door on the right. “You… You can sleep in my bed. In, ah… In my room. I'll take the couch.” He cleared his throat.

  She walked into the bedroom. It was pretty much as she'd expected for a man who lived alone in an apartment complex. Sparse walls. Queen bed. Gray sheets. White down comforter. Black nightstands. A matching dresser. A chair on the other side of the room. Nothing that screamed that a woman had been there. It smelled nice, though, like fresh linens. After staying in frat houses and college dorms where everyone’s room smelled like stale socks, it was nice to smell the room of a man who was capable of doing his own laundry.

  She stripped off her bra and climbed into his bed in nothing but her lacy panties. She knew exactly what would get him into the bedroom. She was going to pull out all the stops to get him to say fuck it to the stupid ‘bro code’ he shared with her brother.

  Katie reached below the elastic of her underwear and began rubbing her clit.

  She was still turned on from the smoking hot kiss he'd given her in the entryway, so she easily slid two fingers inside. It only took a minute of pressure before she came. She let out a quiet – but not too quiet – moan as her body convulsed.

  She heard footsteps coming from the living room. Bingo.

  It was only a few seconds later and she could see him in the dim light. He walked through the doorway and, wasting no time, pulled his shirt over his head and shucked his jeans and boxers to the floor. His hardness bounced and his stomach muscles contracted as he walked toward her. Oh. My. God. She’d felt his abs under his shirt earlier, but seeing him completely naked was an altogether different experience. He was way more solid than she had expected for however old he was. She guessed late thirties? His body was magnificent. He wasn’t bulky; his muscles were lean, but definitely well used. She guessed he was a runner, probably a trail runner. Maybe he threw some rock climbing in there on the weekends. Damn. His broad chest was covered in just the right amount of hair and he had the sexiest brown happy trail leading to the most amazing looking cock she’d ever laid eyes on.

  The perfect cock.

  Eight inches.

  Delicious girth.

  Sign me up.

  God, she wanted it in her mouth.

  “Damn, Katie. Fuck,” he hissed as he stood next to the bed. “You're gonna have to stop looking at my cock like that or I'm not going to be able to fuck that pussy of yours. I’m done saying no to you, so if you want to do this, lemme see it.”

  It wasn't a question. It was a demand. And she wanted nothing more but to comply with all of his tonight. She threw the covers off of her, pulled her thong to the side, and spread her legs for him to see.

  Ryan growled. “Look at those pink lips. All glistening and wet from pleasuring yourself. I want a taste. See if they’re as sweet as they look.”

  He moved his hand slowly down her body, dove into her panties, and covered her mound. He spread her lips slowly and slipped two of his fingers into her heat. Katie gasped.

  “So tight. So wet. Fuck, woman.” He pulled his fingers out slowly and brought them to his mouth, twirling his fingers around on his tongue. “Mmmmm. So sweet.”

  She was aching to have him on her. In her. To run her hands through his chest hair. To leave angry red scratch marks down his back.

  Ryan pulled the lace down her legs and tossed her underwear aside. He pushed her knees apart again and kneeled in between her thighs.

  “Wait. Condom?” she asked.

  “Shit. Yeah. Sorry.”

  “If you don’t have one, I have one in my purse.”

  “Always prepared?”

  “I used to fuck an Eagle Scout, so something like that,” she smiled.

  Ryan smiled and shook his head at her. She realized in that moment that she liked putting that look on his face. She liked to amuse him.

  “I got us covered,” he replied. He leaned over to his nightstand and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He handed it to her and with deft, hurried fingers, she opened it and rolled the sheath down his long dick. He leaned down and kissed her again, parting her lips with his tongue. When they broke from the kiss, she expected him to settle between her legs, but he didn't. Instead, he grabbed her hips and rolled her onto her stomach. Pulling her up onto her knees, he positioned himself at her entrance.

  “You wanna get fucked hard, naughty girl?”

  She felt her core flex and moisture begin to drip slowly from within. She could feel it gathering between her legs.

  “Yes.” Katie would have agreed with anything at this point. She wanted him. So badly.

  “Yes, what?” he asked.

  “Yes, please?” she begged.

  “Tell me what you want?”

  “I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

  Ryan grabbed her hips and pressed his cock into her once, slowly. Not hard, as she had requested. They both gasped, in pleasure and surprise, unaware that it would feel this good. This right. Then he slowly pulled out until just the tip of his dick was resting inside of her.

  “So fucking tight and wet, you naughty little slut.” God, Katie loved that. It got her off. She’d gotten strange looks from previous lovers when she’d requested that particular term of endearment mid coitus, but Ryan fell right into it. He knew she wanted it. From the moment she’d said it in the car, he knew that got her off. And he knew it was getting her off now. She smirked in the satisfaction of knowing she was about to get fucked good and hard.

  “Give me that good dick,” she moaned, as he granted her request.

  “Morning, Sunshine!” Brian half-shouted, half-sang as he entered their bedroom.

  Dammit! Katie screamed into her pillow before throwing it across the room.

  “Woah, Kitten! Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Brian scowled at her.

  “Yeah. That's the problem.” More like someone woke me up from my wet dream.

  Shit.

  Katie immediately felt guilty. She was laying in the bed of her handsome doctor fiancé in his beautiful house that he invited her to live in, and she was complaining about all the noise he was making just trying to eat something healthy, all while fantasizing about another man.

  And not just any other man. It’s not like she was fantasizing about a celebrity or something. This was a real man she’d been with. A real man she’d been with who was so much better in bed than her fiancé.

  The guilt. Ugh. You love Brian. Knock this shit off, Katie.

  Fuck.

  “Sorry, Brian. I couldn’t sleep last night.” Katie threw the covers off of her and headed over to him. She planted a chaste kiss on his lips and then turned and headed for the shower. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him, kissing her again. Far less chastely.

  Mmmmmm. At least he’s a good kisser.

  “I’m sorry you didn’t sleep well, darling. I can’t wait until we’re back on the same shift. If you have trouble sleeping then, you can just wake me up and I’ll…help you relax.” He smirked.

  “That will be nice,” she responded. Katie felt another pang of guilt stab her stomach for having naughty thoughts about Ryan. Strangely, though, she also felt guilty for kissing her own fiancé.

  What is happening?

  She gave Brian a smile and turned and walked toward the bathroom.

  She felt guilty again when she was relieved he didn't follow her. But she was relieved. She didn’t want to have sex with Brian this morning.

  Because of Ryan.

  Fuck.

  Work. Work will be good. She wouldn't have to be around Brian, so there was no risk of her feeling guilty, and she would be too busy to think about Ryan.

  No more thinking about Ryan!

  Katie’s wet panties told her she'd already don
e too much of that.

  Shit.

  ➰

  “Yeah?” Katie answered her phone as she drove to the hospital, her brain still stuck on Ryan no matter how hard she tried. No! Brian, Brian, Brian!

  “Hey, Katie-did!” her sister-in-law Lane greeted, a smile in her voice. Since Katie’s older brother Jake had married Lane and they’d given her the sweetest little nephew, Katie and Lane had become great friends. Lane had adopted Jake’s term of endearment for her. It may have annoyed her when Jake called her that a few years ago, but now it made her feel warm and fuzzy inside.

  “Hey, Lane!”

  “What are you doing?” she asked, seriously.

  “When?”

  “Well, right now, because I care about you. But also tonight because I completely forgot to invite you to this stupid party I’m having at 8 o’clock.”

  Katie laughed. Lane was a last minute planner. She was the lead public defender for Bounty County, Montana, and with the drug problem being what it was in the entire state of Montana, Katie knew that her sister-in-law was busy. Add on top of that a thirteen-month-old baby and the 38 year old man-child that was her brother, and Lane had her work cut out for her. So a last minute invitation was not entirely out of the ordinary.

  “I’m headed to work right now. But I have no plans tonight and I don’t have to work tomorrow, so I could head your way after I get off shift. I just need to clear it with Brian. Why? What’s going on tonight?”

  She heard Lane grumble on the other end. “I don’t understand why you have to ask him permission for everything.”

  “I don’t have to ask him permission, Lane. I just want him to know where I am. He likes to be on the same page. I can give him that.” Sheesh.

  “Yeah, yeah. Okay, so maybe don’t tell him all the details of tonight, but I agreed to do one of those Pure Romance parties.”

  Katie burst out laughing. “How the fuck did you get roped into that?”

  “Molly’s neighbor Janice. She’s persistent. I couldn’t say no.”

  “Fine, I’ll come. I need a new vibrator anyway.” Katie shrugged. Brian hadn’t been too happy to see Katie’s drawer of sex toys. She knew she had an impressive collection, but apparently it was too much for Brian. So she got rid of them. She kept a bullet in the back of her underwear drawer, but that was it. No more blindfolds and handcuffs. No more nipple clamps. No more dildos with suction cups that she could mount on the shower wall and fuck herself senseless. No more butt plugs, ben wa balls, or ball gags. Sigh. To be fair to Brian, she probably would have gotten rid of most of them anyway since she’d used nearly everything with Ryan. And to hold onto that stuff and use them with a new partner wasn’t exactly cool.

  Damn, though. It felt like such a waste tossing them all, but a thrift shop full of used sex toys for the poor and sex-starved was probably a violation of some health code.

  Brian hadn’t found her joke very funny, either.

  “Sexually transmitted diseases are no laughing matter, Kate.”

  He didn't get her jokes. Ever. She figured he would grow to love her sarcasm, like she had grown to love his need to read the labels on everything they bought at the store. Seriously. Everything.

  This party is just what I need.

  “Yay! I’m so happy you’ll come!”

  “Do I need to bring anything?”

  “BYOB and your pajamas! We can slumber party afterwards!”

  Katie smiled. She loved Lane and her friends. They were a riot. And seriously good people – shirt off their backs kind of friends. “Awesome. So girls’ night only?” she asked, slightly curious if any of the guys were going to be there.

  “Girls. Night. Only. Jake and the boys will be down at the Cadillac.”

  “Who’s watching Bennett?”

  “It’s a surprise!” Lane giggled.

  “Is my mom in town and no one told me?!?” Katie shrieked.

  Lane snickered. “Yeah, she’ll be here this afternoon. I invited her to the party, but you know she’s just going to snuggle on Bennett all night.”

  “Shit. Well, despite this being a sex toy party, now I wish Brian wasn’t working tonight. He still hasn’t met my parents.” Brian wanted to fly to her hometown of Challis, Idaho, to meet them. Katie didn’t want to set foot in the Cessna that she was pretty sure she’d overheard someone call a “doctor killer.” She wanted to drive. They still hadn’t gotten around to the road trip. And every time she brought it up, Brian grumbled about his stupid fucking airplane.

  “Yeah, I heard about that.”

  “You did?”

  “Your dad is still pissed that Brian didn’t ask him permission to marry you.”

  “Good lord. Get over it, Dad. I’m not your property.” Katie exhaled and rolled her eyes.

  “I totally agree with you; it’s the weirdest fucking tradition that seriously needs to stop and your mom has tried to talk some sense into him on that point. But you have to admit, Katie, it would have been nice if he’d at least met your parents before popping the question.”

  Yeah. I know. Katie shook her head. “Too late now.”

  “Is it?” Lane asked.

  Oh my god, stop.

  “I’ll see you tonight, sister dear,” Katie sing-songed with a fake smile.

  Lane caught the hint. “Have a great day at work, Katie-did. Save some lives! Drive safely to Imminence when you get off work!”

  “Text you right before I get on the road.”

  They hung up as Katie pulled into the parking garage. She grabbed the steering wheel and blankly stared at the concrete in front of her for a solid minute. You’re marrying Dr. Brian Carson, Katie. Everything is going to be perfect. Stop having doubts. You know this is what you want. Your parents will love him once they meet him.

  Inhale the good shit. Exhale the bad shit.

  Katie straightened her spine and went into work, her brain determined to be happy with Brian. She’d work on her heart later.

  Chapter 5

  “Oh my god, Lane! Can you please grab Nora for me!” Chloe shouted from the other side of the room. Nora was toddling around grabbing at the butt plugs and dildos that Janice had on display on Lane’s coffee table. Katie could hear the panic in Chloe’s voice, but none of the ladies at the party this evening cared or judged her for it. In fact, they were cracking up. And little miss Nora, at just a month older than Katie’s nephew Bennett, was loving the attention.

  “Come here, little princess,” Katie jumped up off the couch and scooped Nora up before Lane had a chance to save her friend.

  “Thanks, Katie.” Chloe took her daughter from her, resting Nora’s tiny little body on top of Chloe’s swelling stomach, pregnant with her second.

  Katie didn’t blame her. If she were married to Justin, she’d be barefoot and pregnant all the time. That man is so fucking hot.

  “It is so past your bedtime, little girl. No dildos!” Chloe smiled.

  “Dih. Doh. Dohdohdoh,” Nora attempted to repeat.

  “Ah, fuck. Justin is going to kill me.”

  “Fuck,” Nora repeated, plain as day. “Fuck fuck fuck.” Katie couldn’t stop laughing at the tiny baby voice chanting obscenities.

  “Just tell him Auntie Sierra was around. He won’t be surprised. I’m used to being the reason children learn how to swear.” Sierra laughed.

  “Genius! He’ll never know and I won’t have to pay into the damn swear jar!”

  “Dam!” Nora clapped her hands together. “Dam, dam, dam!”

  “Shit,” Chloe whispered, seemingly unable to stop herself from cursing. Nora just giggled and face planted into her mother’s chest. “Let’s get you down, baby girl. Ladies, I’ll be back.” Chloe wiggled her eyebrows and walked down the hall into a guest room, leaving the rest of the girls to Janice’s very interesting presentation.

  “All right, you crazy bitches. Time to show you how these work!” Janice jumped up and clapped, having far more en
ergy than Katie was aware a seventy-five-year-old woman could possibly have. Janice was amazing. Her lavender hair was cut short and she wore the brightest red lipstick known to science. She was a slight woman with large breasts that were very obviously being held up with a leopard print bra, because her tank top was practically see-through. Top that off with leather pants and what the fuck else was there in life? Katie loved Janice the second she met her.

  I am buying one of everything from this woman. She’s my new best friend. Now…where do I hide all of these sex toys in my giant house filled with zero sex toys because my fiancé is super vanilla…?