Blaze (Big D Escort Service Book 2)

by Willow Summers

  “Maybe you’ll get three grand for a painting.”

  Janie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

  “So can I see any of the new stuff? We’ve been good and stayed out of your room. Well, most of us have. I’m not sure about Ethan. He doesn’t seem to adhere to rules.”

  Janie squirmed, uncomfortable.

  “You have to show your work sometime,” Madison prodded. “That’s the whole point of this.”

  “I know. I know. But now seems a little premature. I haven’t…”

  “Worked up to it yet?”

  “Exactly, yes. It’s all just pooped onto canvases.” Janie grabbed the whole chip-and-dip situation and set it on her lap. “I need to study them. Maybe even do a couple over with actual sketches first.”

  “You didn’t sketch?”

  “Not a single one. I barely registered walking up to them. Then suddenly I was done and had to move on to the next one. I’ve never felt such a crazy need to get things on canvas, but it feels right, so I’m going with it.”

  Madison gave her a contemplative frown. “Huh. Well, you’ll have to show us one. Martha is like a dog with a bone. She won’t let it go.”

  Nineteen

  “Now, where did those girls get off to? I swear, I’ve never had so many boys crowding my space.” Martha hurried out of the kitchen.

  “One day she’ll realize this isn’t her space.” Colton shook his head and flung a potholder at Dave. “Can you grab the potatoes out of the oven and add garnish?”

  Dave caught the potholder. “You got it, boss.”

  “So…” Ethan poured himself red wine. “Have you talked to Janie about…anything?”

  Ethan wasn’t looking at him, but the others glanced his way.

  Hot air blasted Dave’s face as he opened the oven. “No. Is this about whatever obsession Madison was talking about? Is there something I need to know?”

  “Obsession is a strong word.” Noah sat down at the island.

  “That’s not the issue.” Ethan fitted the cork back into the wine bottle. “Did she mention anything about…her activities…the other evening?”

  “Now. Here we are.” Martha ushered two harried ladies into the kitchen. Janie had a death grip on the chip-and-dip bowl.

  Noah and Dave both busted out laughing.

  “Janie, honey, why don’t you take over for Dave?” Martha motioned her over that way. “The boys can go in with Ralph. They don’t mind the blaring TV.”

  Janie set her chip bowl next to the potato dish Dave had just pulled out. “I don’t know what you’re doing,” she said, selecting a chip, “so leave at your own risk.”

  “I got it, don’t worry. We’re almost done.” Dave nudged her with his shoulder.

  She popped a hip and nudged him back. “Hey.” She leaned against the island with an elbow as Martha argued with Colton about setting up. “Madison is under the impression Martha will strong-arm me into showing one of my pieces. What are your thoughts? Obviously you know I’d rather not.”

  “What’s this obsession people are talking about, Janie?”

  She tilted her head down. He could just barely see her reddened cheeks. “It’s not an obsession, number one. It’s just a thing. And it’s not dangerous, don’t worry. The second thing you need to know is that it’s done. I’m through with it.”

  “But what is it?”

  “I’ll show you when it becomes funny. Right now it’s just embarrassing.”

  “You think all your art is embarrassing.”

  “Yes, I do. You’ve got a point there.” Janie dragged a chip through the dip before putting it to his lips.

  He opened his mouth and leaned forward, sucking on the ends of her fingertips. Her breath hitched and her pupils dilated. Her gaze rooted to his lips.

  “She will keep bothering you, yes,” he said softly. “You can withstand it if anyone can, but soon you’ll have the whole house backing her. Everyone wants to see what you can do. I’d pick the one you find least embarrassing and show her. You must have a landscape or flower or something.”

  She shivered. “Sorry, what?”

  He smiled down at her. “When can I buy that painting session?”

  “When will you pose for me?”

  “Anytime. How do you want me to pose?”

  “Nude. Flexed. Hard.” Her eyes burned. The words were softly spoken, just for the two of them, but they brooked no argument. “Inside of me.”

  He just barely kept from closing the distance to her lips. “You’re killing me right now.”

  A wicked grin lit up her face. “Good. Suffer.”

  “Are you done?” Colton asked Dave, handing a tray off to Ethan. Martha was shepherding Madison, holding a platter of some kind, out of the kitchen, and Noah was already gone.

  Only then did Dave realize his surroundings had melted away in the moments before. Everyone had been moving around them, talking around them, but he’d only known one thing. And she was driving him wild.

  “Nearly, yeah. Be right out. Janie can help me.” Dave got a nod, and then Colton was striding away, leaving the two of them alone.

  “Truth or dare?” he asked softly.

  Nervousness crossed her expression. It was Dave’s turn to smile wickedly.

  “Dare,” she whispered. Her voice trembled. She probably expected him to demand to know what “obsession” Madison had been talking about earlier. But he didn’t want her art. He wanted her. The woman behind it. She was turning into his obsession, and he was powerless to stop it.

  “I dare you to sneak away with me right after dinner but before dessert,” he said, sliding his hand down her back and cupping a butt cheek. “So I can fuck you.”

  Excitement lit up her eyes. The thought of a secret rendezvous in the middle of a dinner party curved up the corners of her lips. He could read her, and he knew, without a doubt, that his proposal would turn her on like she was currently turning him on.

  Her tongue darted out of her mouth and slid across her bottom lip. “Yes. But next time it’s my turn to initiate this game.” She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him forward. He groaned as she sucked in his bottom lip before fitting her lips to his.

  Potatoes forgotten, he reached for her, but she was already backing away with a heat-infused, evil smile. “Hurry up. They’re waiting for those potatoes.” She turned and sauntered out of the room, her hips swaying erotically.

  He braced his hands on the counter, needing a moment. His cock pounded and his stomach churned. He could scarcely breathe for how much he wanted that woman.

  In the dining room, he saw that his seat was across from Janie. She glanced up as he sat down, the last to do so. Her eyes sparkled, and that warmth he was starting to crave filled his middle.

  “Quite the spread. This looks great,” Ralph said. By unspoken command, everyone reached for the nearest food item. “And you know what?” He looked around the table. “I had the two girls sitting with me earlier, watching the game. Do you know what they said? To turn it up, because they were going to talk. No wait…squawk, they said. Ha!” He hit the table. “And didn’t they keep their voices down. Not like you clowns.” He pointed around at the boys. “They’re welcome anytime, let me tell you. Anytime.”

  “We know what’s important.” Janie nodded knowingly and passed the peas.

  Dave accepted the tray of steaks. “So…what was the verdict, Janie?” He picked his cut and passed the tray on. “Are you going to share a painting with us, or…”

  All eyes swung her way. Her expression froze to one of terror, and for the first time, Dave saw what it really meant for her to share her art. He would equate it to stage fright. The idea seemed to make her physically sick.

  “Probably not, then,” he said quickly. “Maybe another time.”

  “Now or later, your talent will be appreciated.” Ethan winked at her.

  “I vote now.” Colton stared at Madison.

  Madison’s face closed down into a look of defiance. “She c
an share a recent painting. Those are legit.”

  “What are we talking about?” Ralph looked around the table. “What’s being shared? No one tells me anything.”

  “Janie here is somewhat of an artist.” Martha smiled in a way that implied kind, but really meant judgmental. “We have yet to see any of her work, though. She certainly splatters the paint around. As we see by her shirt.”

  “Oh. Is that what that is? I thought it was a new style. Kids always look ridiculous these days. Whatever happened to dressing appropriately?” Ralph bit into his steak. “Hmm. Cooked perfectly, Colton. You really know how to cook a steak. Damn hard thing to learn. They are always over or under.”

  “I can grab one.” Janie cleared her throat. “After dinner. Before dessert.” Her eyes barely flicked Dave’s way before landing back on her filled plate. “This looks really good, Colton. I might love when your mother comes over. You try harder. You should invite her over more often.”

  She popped a morsel of meat into her mouth, staring at Colton with twinkling eyes. He stared back, silently promising vengeance.

  After an awesome meal filled with delicious food and plenty of laughter, much of it supplied by Janie poking fun at Ralph, and his crazy responses, Colton sat back and dropped his napkin on his plate. “Anyone staying for dessert?”

  Janie’s eyes flicked to Dave, and then her face turned red and she looked down. A little grin played across her lips.

  All the blood rushed from Dave’s body directly into his cock.

  “Dave, would you grab that for me?” Madison pointed at the serving platter swimming in juices from the steaks and the empty potato dish. “Are you okay?”

  “Yup. I’m great. Sure.” He cleared his throat and stood, his body taut and movements nowhere close to natural.

  In contrast, Janie rose gracefully. Languidly. Her hips swayed to the side in an erotic movement Dave couldn’t tear his eyes away from. “Here, let me take this.” She grabbed another empty platter and loaded a couple plates onto it.

  Walking was difficult on wooden legs, but he managed to get to the sink and deposit the platters.

  “Thanks, honey.” Martha waited until he had set them down before patting his shoulder. “You can watch the game while I just rinse these off and put them in the dishwasher. Colton, you’re a few minutes out on the dessert, aren’t you?”

  Janie stopped beside Dave. Her side glanced off his. She looked up at him with burning eyes. “Excuse me.”

  He stepped back, his hands touching her hips as she scooted in front of him. Her butt slid across his hardness, sending bolts of electricity through his body.

  “Sorry,” he muttered, his hands squeezing instead of leaving her body like he’d planned.

  “It’s fine.” She deposited the plates and turned, her chest passing within inches of his. Her smell, feminine and wild, wrapped around him. She smiled a promise before moving away. “I’ll go pick out one of my pieces. Maybe more.”

  “I’ll just”—he backed away, watching her turn the corner—“pee.”

  “You all right there, buddy?” Ethan clapped him on the back. “You seem a little…tense.”

  “I’m good.” He shrugged Ethan off. “Just need to hit the head.”

  “Get a little relief? I got you.”

  He did not like that knowing smirk on Ethan’s face.

  Outside the kitchen, he paused.

  Which bathroom?

  He couldn’t very well try them all. That would look more than a little strange.

  Thinking that maybe Janie had hit the one upstairs, since she’d said she was grabbing a painting, he headed that way. Only, the guest bathroom up there was empty.

  He paused outside and swore under his breath. Something had to give. Either he needed to get some air, pour ice down his pants, or sink his cock so deeply into Janie that he lost consciousness.

  “Hey.” Her voice was like velvet on his skin.

  Shivers coated his body as he slowly turned.

  “Fancy meeting you here.” She reached forward and ran a hand along the length of his cock. “I want to suck this within an inch of your life.”

  “Yes, please.”

  A wicked smile curled her lips. She pushed him back, a hard shove that had him staggering into the bathroom. She sauntered in a moment later, sensuality and passion wrapped in a gorgeous exterior.

  She closed the door behind them, but didn’t lock it. She wanted the thrill of possibly being discovered. He wasn’t about to argue. Whatever she wanted, he was game, just as long as she wrapped those plump lips around the head of his straining cock.

  “Have you been thinking about this all through dinner?” She yanked on his fly. A button popped open. The sound of his zipper competed with his gulp.

  He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He gripped the cold tile behind him.

  She forced down his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang out, bobbing in front of her. She lowered gracefully in front of him, keeping eye contact.

  “Tell me what you want me to do,” she commanded in a throaty whisper.

  On an impulse, responding to the naughty sparkle in her eyes, he grabbed her hair with one hand, and the base of his cock with the other. He bumped her lips with his cock. “Open your mouth.” She did as instructed. “Suck it in.”

  She grabbed the back of his thighs and leaned forward, taking his cock deep into her mouth until he hit off the back. She shifted the angle and her gag reflex closed in around the head of shaft. He moaned.

  Her hands slid to his front, and one cupped his balls. The other glided along his shaft as she struck up a fast pace, sucking him in farther and farther until he was deep in her throat.

  “Ah, Janie.” He went back to gripping the tile, his head falling backward and his eyes closed. “That’s right. Suck it.”

  Her hot mouth pulled back before she plunged forward again. His body tightened up as the pleasure smacked into him. He thrust his hips forward, now watching as she took his girth.

  “That’s right. Suck that cock, you dirty slut.” A shock of fear had him pausing for a moment. He couldn’t believe he’d just said that. It had been right out of a porno.

  But a moment later, creases formed around her mouth, a smile interrupted by his dick. “Hmm,” she moaned, bobbing faster.

  She was into it.

  A thrill coursed through him.

  He thrust forward. She stroked as she pulled back, cupping his balls.

  “Yes,” he said, watching her. “Take it all, baby. Take all that cock.”

  She dropped a hand from his balls and stuffed it down the front of her pants. Her arm flexed rhythmically. She was fingering herself.

  “Oh my God.” A blast of pleasure stole his breath. The orgasm came out of nowhere. He emptied into her mouth, surprising her. She choked, and cum splashed across her lips.

  “Hmm,” she said, licking her lips, then him from base to tip.

  It was the absolute hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen in his life.

  She probably knew that. And she liked it.

  He stroked his dick as the last waves of climax shook his body. He panted in the aftermath, still moving his tip along her lips.

  She sucked in his sensitive head, cleaning him off, before standing. After pushing him roughly to the side, she washed off her face and hands and rinsed out her mouth.

  “I like when you talk dirty.” She reached up onto her tiptoes and kissed him softly on the lips. Without another word, she let herself out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

  He gaped at the white door. Had that really just happened? Could one woman really be that down and dirty and oh so fucking hot? Was that possible?

  He looked down at his hardening dick. He’d just had the best blowjob of his life, and he was already getting hard again. He was shaky, and weak, and could do with a nap, but still his cock was ready for more.

  So yes. One woman could be. That woman.

  She would be the death of
him.

  After a moment of staring at nothing, knowing he would probably be missed, he pulled up his pants and washed his hands. Outside of the bathroom, he saw the door to Janie’s painting room cracked and the light on. Clearly she was still picking out which art she’d take down.

  He headed that way and paused outside. He knocked on the door, saying, “Janie?” before starting to push the door open. The first painting came into view. One of himself. In the buff.

  He stopped dead.

  Twenty

  Janie started at the sound of Dave’s voice. The door opened.

  “Oh shit, no!” She barreled into it, trying to keep him from entering. “Get out! I’ve got it. I’ll be down in a minute.”

  “Wait… Janie, please, I don’t want to hurt you by forcing my way in. Move.”

  “Then don’t force your way in.” She pushed with everything she had.

  “Is that a painting of me?”

  The door slowly made ground against her. Her feet slid. Her knuckles whitened as she pushed against it helplessly.

  “Nope. It isn’t a painting of you. It is a random painting of a random man I saw at a strip show.”

  The door continued to push her toward the wall before it came to a sudden stop.

  She knew why.

  From his line of sight, he would be able to see the nude painting of himself. She’d kept it on an easel so it would always be in her line of sight. It turned her on while also moving that deep place within her. With it there, she didn’t get the urge to see him. She didn’t miss him as much.

  Something she didn’t want to explain to him.

  Not that an explanation would lessen the creepiness of entering a room to see a large nude painting of oneself. That would ruin his day.

  She would never live this down.

  “It is me,” Dave said.

  “That’s circumstantial.” What was this, a crime show?

  He walked forward, his eyes roaming the canvas, his hands limp at his sides. He stared at his own face.