Updraft

by Bobbi Romans

  Kat paused, waiting to make sure Mary was done and not just taking a much-needed breath.

  “Okay. Wow, wow, thank you and wow.” Kat hadn’t a clue what to say so she grabbed the large bag out of Mary’s hands and gave her a friendly sideways hug.

  “How much do I owe you?”

  “Oh, honey. It’s the least I can do. You’ve been through a bad time. I’m able to help this little bit. We all need a nice something every now and then.”

  Mary’s cell phone went off, and Kat overheard the yes honey, and no honey and yes, I’m leaving right now.

  “Sorry to bolt in and run, but like I said. Until I have this baby...the he-man’s nothing except a mushy, blubbery mess of worry. Nice meeting you, and tell my brother I’ll call him tomorrow.”

  Kat never had the chance to say bye before Mary waddled out the door. She grabbed the bag and headed up the stairs. Somehow, in her state of euphoria over all the kindness, she made a wrong turn and walked dead into Stephen’s room.

  Nope, her night of jaw dropping surprises wasn’t over yet.

  Stephen had dropped his towel and froze mid-leg in pulling on some lounge pants—sans boxers, briefs or anything else.

  “I...I...uh...” Sure, she should have bolted from the room. Or at the very least pulled her jaw from the floor, but neither occurred. In her defense, Stephen didn’t budge an inch either. He too, simply stared.

  Time froze as did their gazes.

  Stephen was every inch as sexy as she’d imagined he’d be under the stuffy clothes. His skin held a tint of summer, indicating he worked or played outside frequently enough that even the darker winter months hadn’t taken his bronzed coloring. His body hair was just right. Not so much to think manscaping, yet enough to think man. His stomach was ripped with the hard lines of abs that had been sculpted to perfection. Even those corded muscles weren’t what had her tongue lolled out like a lap dog on a hot summer day.

  Nope.

  It was another impressive body part which slowly rose in greeting, which caused the deer-caught-in-headlights look Kat supposed she wore.

  Stephen snapped out of his trance first and yanked his pants up, holding his hands over his tented erection. His jerky movements broke the spell over her.

  “Sorry,” Kat murmured before dashing back down the hallway to the write room.

  She slammed the door a bit too hard and slid down its chilly exterior. She needed to be cool right now, as every inch of her body seemed to be on fire. Her cheeks flamed as she admitted that, had he not moved, she’d have gone over, sunk to her knees, and taken that magnificent cock of his in her mouth. Sampled the chemistry that made Stephen distinctly different from all other men. Oh, yeah. Damn distinctive. Kat dropped her head in her hands as the entire night’s catastrophes replayed in her mind.

  Not even all the night’s catastrophes combined could shake what she’d seen. Her breathing still came more ragged and heavier than it should. Every inch of Stephen was as sexy as the next. The only saving factor of her faux pas had been the fact he’d grown as aroused as she. The proof had risen right before her own eyes. He’d been impressive flaccid, but when his ball sac tightened and drew close to his body, and his cock swelled to a near impossible size...oh gawd. She’d drooled.

  A soft rapping prompted an immediate cringe. She was a guest in Stephen’s house so the luxury to hide wasn’t optional.

  Kat took a deep breath, put her best face forward, and opened the door.

  “Sorry abo...” Kat started.

  “Look, it’s...” Stephen said.

  “Jinx,” they muttered in unison.

  Kat nodded, unsure what to say next.

  “Okay, while that was awkward, if nothing else, the ice should be broken. Right? A lot happened tonight, and I thought a nice glass of wine and a soak in the hot tub would de-stress us before bed.” Stephen held a giant robe out toward her.

  “Hot tub? You did say hot tub...correct?” The thought of a jet-powered massage and some wine sounded like heaven. “Crap, I don’t have a suit or anything,” she muttered in disappointment.

  “My sister said she put one in the bag. She’d bought it before finding out she was pregnant. She also wanted you to know she tried it on at the store, but never actually wore it.”

  Kat raced over to the giant bag of clothes and sifted around until she held up an itsy bitsy, black string bikini. Kat’s mind whizzed back to try and remember if she’d taken care of her downtown business the night before. Yep. Not that she slept around or sure as hell expected any of this, but she’d primped, and Naired her way to bare. Yep, good to go.

  “I’ll head down and start up the jets. When you come down, just follow the hallway down to the second set of French doors. They lead out to the pool area.” Stephen turned and headed for the stairs.

  “Pool? You have a pool too?”

  “Heated,” he shot back, never missing a step.

  Kat changed and sprinted the stairs two at a time. His house was fantastic. Manly but not cave-ish in the slightest. She opened the doors, and yowza.

  An enormous Olympic-sized pool, complete with a waterfall on one end and elevated Jacuzzi on the other. Stephen stood between her and the water with a wine goblet in each hand.

  “Cranked up and ready for relaxation. I’m sure you could use some.”

  Yeah, right. Being with Mr. Blonde and Sexy up close and personal in heated water would be relaxing. Not. Nice? Yes. Tempting? Fuck yes. Kat caught the flare of his nostrils and the change in his gaze as she strolled towards him. He’d tried to subtly check out her assets. Fail. She saw.

  She accepted the wine and gingerly stepped into bliss. Stephen followed her in, and for a bit, they simply chatted. Turned out, the old woman he’d rescued years before bequeathed him a large settlement upon her death. She’d had no heirs, and his willingness to save her cat meant everything to her. On the investment advice from Magnus, who happened to be in real estate, he’d used the funds toward the home and construction of his backyard oasis.

  Chapter Four

  An awkward silence settled. Then Stephen leaned. That was all it took. Lips crashed into hers and she opened, needy and way past ready. His taste was as exquisite as his home. She sank into the erotic sensation of the moment. This went beyond kissing. He plundered, nipped, and took full possession. He’d anchored her in place with her back to the spa, and Kat instinctively wrapped her legs about his waist. Stephen’s erection jacked up against her mound in perfect symmetry. Kat ground her clit along the hard length of him and moaned in pure desperation. Her bikini top was off in one yank, and his mouth lowered, taking in a taut nipple.

  “Fuck, I need you now,” she pleaded, and felt the rumble of his chuckle on her breast.

  “Easy. Sex shouldn’t ever be rushed,” he murmured with his mouth full, before moving to the neglected bud next to his cheek.

  Kat never caught the movement, but he’d dropped a hand into the water and now dipped deft fingers into her suit bottom. Within a moment, her moan from earlier turned straight into whimpers as nimble fingers made magic on her swollen nubbin. Vague sounds of sloshing water registered as her pumps against his hand grew in frequency. Orgasm was hers and teetered a mere hairs-breath away. Thick, long, calloused digits slid into her channel, and right as every muscle in her body tightened in prep for a powerful release, his hand left the water.

  “Ahh, no, oh God no, please...” Kat never finished begging before she rose out of the water in one strong lift and Stephen pressed her to lie back against the soft trim lining the edge of the tub.

  The chill from the night air had no sooner touched her hypersensitive skin than a hot suction suckled her clit. No warning, just face-first into her pussy like she was a buffet to a starving man. Strong hands held her trembling thighs wide apart and gave little leniency for movement.

  Blunt teeth nipped and a strong tongue licked, lapped, and fucked her. Her body zinged back to the edge, but she wanted more. Needed to feel the stretch her body wou
ld do in order to accommodate the full width and length of him within.

  “More. Now. Play later.” Blindly she groped until her fingers threaded through his thick hair. Kat yanked. A shocked Stephen froze and, taking advantage of her momentary advantage she hooked her ankles around his shoulders and pulled.

  Stephen took the lead again, reaching over her and flattening himself against her tits. He groped for something out of her visual range and returned with a foil packet.

  “Counted on getting lucky, did you?”

  “Prayed I would,” he admitted.

  Kat yanked his suit down, and Stephen rolled the latex on. She prepared for him to enter her, but instead, Mr. Clean Cut pulled her away from the edge and swiftly had her bending over where she’d lain a moment earlier and pushed on her upper back until her head lay low and ass rode high.. Doggy style--so not how she thought Stephen would take her. But damn, if the angle wasn’t spot on for peak penetration.

  Like before, there was no warning. One second his cockhead swirled her core, coating her juices for easier entry, then boom. He’d seated himself so deep, his balls slapped her ass.

  “Ahhh.” She sighed at the decadent, full sensation.

  Now he gave her a minute. Allowed her body to adjust to the large intrusion within.

  “Don’t stop. Keep going,” with her head bent on the edge of the spa’s trim her body was angled to where her nipples brushed the top of the water. The act created an almost surreal erotic sensation which shot straight to her pussy. Her vaginal walls pulsed, urging the cock embedded to move. “Please.”

  Fingers dug almost painfully in her hips as Stephen anchored her firmly in place. He withdrew to the tip and slammed home so hard she nearly lost her grip on the edge of the spa. In, out, in, out, and each powerful thrust nudged her womb. The pace quickened and Kat sighed as he grew larger, the clear indication he was about to explode. Good--so was she.

  A roar came from behind, mingling with her own scream. The world spun around her; the moon’s rays hit the lapping waters and created a vortex of colors. Stephen sagged against her backside. His hot breath tickled the nape of her neck as did his chest hairs on her bare back.

  “Be right back,” he whispered, moving away from her. The sudden emptiness and loss of body heat had Kat shivering in the cool night air. If her legs hadn’t felt so damn boneless, she’d have sunk further into the warm water of the spa. The slight popping sound reminded Kat that he’d had something to dispose off. He wasn’t gone but a minute before he pulled her into his arms and moved them back to the seat of the tub, taking her into his lap. Once they’d regained their breath, Stephen grabbed their glasses of wine.

  Wow. What an ending to a seriously fucked-up day. The strong jets shot bubbles to her newly sore muscles, and Kat settled back against Stephen. Enjoying the strength and warmth he offered, she sipped her wine. Before long she decided to rest her eyes a moment.

  Kat came into awareness as the heavy, warm object over her leg shifted. Sleep groggy, it took her a minute to remember where she was. When she did, she smiled and stretched before burrowing back into the male wrapped protectively around her.

  Who knew what awaited her with the dawning of a new day, but for now... she’d take advantage of the stud who, she had no doubt, would fill her nights to steamy perfection.