by Drea Riley
Rob felt Rachel attempt to lift herself up, trying to get another peak at a still very naked Zeke.
“Ouch, what the fuck was that for?!” she cried out, rubbing her stinging ass.
“Stop staring at your sister’s man,” he admonished, landing another smack.
“How is it my fault that Jonica let her man answer the door naked? By the way, if you even think about doing that, I’m going to spank your ass.”
Reaching the truck, he pulled opened the door, dropping her inside. Resting one hand on the door frame and one on the roof, he leaned in to make sure she understood him clearly.
“It doesn’t work that way, Rachel. This is not a switch relationship. You will be the only one getting spanked or tied to my bed. Not the other way around.” He dipped his head and took her lips in a quick but possessive kiss before pulling back and getting in the driver’s side.
“We’ll see about that,” she muttered under her breath, buckling in before he pulled out. They drove back to the office in silence, Rachel still wondering how the hell Jonica had kept Mr. Yummy a secret for so long. And now she had something else to apologize for! She felt a little guilty about taking a peak at him, but seriously, the man was FINE. And if Jonica hadn’t claimed him, she would have somehow sweet-talked Rob into being in a three-way relationship—she would make the perfect filling for the two men.
Sighing, she quickly put that out of her mind. She needed to get back to the office and get some work done. She was pretty sure Jonica wasn’t going to make it in today. Hell, Rachel didn’t know how she herself was able to function, much less walk after last night.
Back at the apartment complex, she quickly got out of the truck, not waiting for Rob to open the door for her. She was still a little miffed at him. She didn’t make it to the door before he turned her around to face him, his deep blue eyes staring down at her. Rachel forgot herself and stood up on tiptoe to kiss his lips, bringing his head down to get a better angle. Rob happily accommodated her, not caring that they were putting a show for all the office staff, as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in. It was Ben who interrupted them.
“I see you finally got your man.”
Rachel broke the kiss, looking over her shoulder and giving him a huge smile. “Now Ben, honey, don’t be mad—you know I still love you.” When she tried to go to him to give a hug, she came up short. Looking down at the strong arm wrapped around her waist, she followed it up to Rob’s face. The man was so not happy. “You look good in green too, baby,” she laughed up at him. He tightened his arm in response.
Ben just shook his head and took the packages inside the office, where she finally noticed all of the staff was peering out every available window, laughing their asses off. Great—just what she needed. Giving them a look that said they were so going to be fired if they didn’t get back to work, she waited until they scrambled away before turning back to Rob.
“Are you going to come in?”
He pulled her forward in response. Rachel couldn’t help but grin as they walked into the office, Rob’s arm still tight around her waist.
Phrases such as ‘About damn time’ and ‘I knew it’ followed her as they walked to her desk. Ignoring them, she dropped her purse on her chair. Rob sat at the edge of her desk, watching her go about starting her day. A little self-conscious, she asked him if he planned on doing that all day long, “because there is lots of work to get done.”
The infuriating man just nodded and got up to go to the back employees’ area. That pissed Rachel off. She followed him to the back.
“If you think you are going to go back to just nodding at me when I talk to you, mmph—”
Her words were cut off as Rob grabbed her to him, his lips stopping anything else she might say. After the initial shock, she responded by kissing him back just as aggressively. Rachel couldn’t get enough of his hungry mouth as they mated with each other. The next thing she knew she was pressed back against the wall, her arms and legs wrapped around him.
“Rob, we have to stop.”
Her weak protest fell on deaf ears. Even as she told herself that they needed to stop, that this was not professional, she couldn’t help but rub herself against him, wishing he was buried deep. If she angled herself just like so, it was a good thing Rob’s lips were locked with hers, because her scream would have brought everyone back to investigate.
***
Rob stood still, holding a still trembling Rachel in his arms, her face buried in his neck as she tried to regain her breathing. How he was still standing was beyond him. She was so beautiful in her response to him, leaving him a little shaken. He lowered his head as he heard her mumble something.
“What’d you say, baby?”
She was playing with the collar of his shirt, her makeup a little smudged, and said, “I’m so easy,” looking uncomfortable at what they had just done.
His eyes narrowed. “Explain yourself.”
“I don’t—”
“No, look at me when you are talking to me,” he demanded.
“Don’t take that tone with me, Rob.”
“What tone do you want me take when you are speaking nonsense?” Her eyes narrowed at his words. “You are not easy. If any other man tried to do what I just did, he would be lying on the floor, unconscious. You would never let another man get as close as me. You respond like this only to me because you are mine, and there is no other man for you but me.”
He watched as Rachel just stared up at him, her mouth making a small ‘o’ of surprise. It wasn’t long before she was over the shock. “I don’t, Rob—I mean, did you see Zeke? Not that I did or anything, but wow, if you were still ignoring me and I had met him first, well…” She stopped, shrugging her shoulders in nonchalance.
Rob threw his head back in laughter. They were so good together. Rob pulled her in for another quick kiss, then stepped back from her before he took her back to his apartment. Rachel straightened her clothes, her next words chipping at his control.
“It’s a good thing I have an extra pair of panties in my purse. I don’t want to go bare ass all day long,” she teased as she walked out of the break room. Rob curled his hands and counted to ten. Then kept going until he reached one hundred so he wouldn’t do something stupid, like go after her and take her back to his bed, where they would spend the rest of the day and night.
***
Rachel laughed all the way back to her desk, knowing what her words did to him. She was surprised at his self-restraint. Content, she got back to work and didn’t stop until it was time to close down. They had been extremely busy, and with Jonica out, she had double the amount of work. Rob stopped by several times. He made sure she ate the pasta he brought for her, not caring that she had several people waiting to speak to her.
By five thirty she wanted to drop to the nearest bed. After not getting much sleep last night and all the walking and talking she’d done today, she was exhausted. Popping a couple of Excedrin for her headache, she waited for Rob to return. They would go to her house so she could shower and change and then meet up with Jonica and Zeke for drinks.
“Ready?” Rob asked behind her.
“Jesus is THE Christ!!!” Rachel shouted one of Jonica’s favorite phrases as she leapt over the back of her leather office chair and headed for the window behind her desk. It would have been a clean escape if the deep rumble of Rob’s laughter hadn’t stopped her. “Don’t sneak up on me! You over grown Billy Bob! Shit, first I can’t get you to speak, and now you’re scaring years off my life. Ass.” She grabbed her purse and keys and they left through the employee entrance, setting the alarm and locking the door behind them.
Twenty minutes later Rachel was in her shower, waiting for Rob to join her. She didn’t have to wait long. He was sliding the door open and stepping inside a couple of minutes later.
“That’s just the way I like to you see, baby—naked.” Rachel couldn’t help but beam at his words.
“Really? Because that’s the way I
feel about you.” Reaching out to him, Rachel ran her hands over his muscular chest, down to his well-defined abs and then back up again before repeating the motion several times. On the last time down, her hands went all the way down until she took his erection in her hands. She heard his sharp intake of breath, but he didn’t stop her. She hadn’t had a chance to touch him as she’d wanted last night, so she wasn’t about to waste any time. But just as she was going to drop to her knees, Rob pulled her up and impaled her on his cock.
“Not tonight, Rachel. I need to come inside your hot little pussy.”
Rachel cried out as Rob began moving against her. Both of his hands held onto her hips as he moved her to his satisfaction. She wrapped her arms around him and just held on for the ride. The water rained down on them, making their bodies slick and wet. And just like so many times last night, Rachel exploded in his arms—but Rob was not done.
“One more, Rachel, just one more time,” Rob insisted. Rachel couldn’t help but follow him into another tumultuous round of lovemaking.
By the time they finished showering and changed, they were an hour late.
“Shit! Jonica is going to be pissed. Rob, hurry the hell up and quit staring at my ass.”
Rob just laughed as she pulled on her jeans. They were one of the tighter pairs she owned, so she had to wiggle, jump and shimmy her way into them.
“Now you are just playing with fire, baby,” he growled out at her, smacking her on the ass.
“Hey, don’t start something you can’t finish.” Next thing she knew, Rachel was flat on her back on the bed underneath nearly three hundred pounds of pure, corn fed, southern-bred alpha man.
“Don’t tempt me, Rachel, unless you want Jonica beating down your door.”
“The wench will do it too if we don’t get moving. Now get off me and save this,” she cupped him through his jeans, “for later.” Rachel quickly rolled from under him, having caught him off guard, and ran out of the room, her boots in hand. She was seated on the couch when a fully dressed Rob came out of the bedroom looking ten kinds of sexy. She couldn’t help but stare. Dressed in dark denim jeans and a blue tee shirt, he was a walking advertisement for mind-blowing sex. Closing her mouth, she finished zipping up her boots and stood up.
“Ready,” she announced, gathering her keys and purse. Rob led them outside and into his truck. The parking lot of Whiskey’s was full by the time they pulled in. Her cell phone rang as Rob found a parking spot.
“Where the hell are you?”
“Well hello to you too.”
“Don’t fuck with me, Rachel. You two were supposed to be here an hour ago. Don’t make me come get you.”
“Sheesh, calm down, Jonnie. We’re already here—no need to burst a blood vessel.”
“Heifer, bust a blood vessel; I could be home having a nut busted in me, and you are lollygagging like time is standing still.”
“Bitch, you’re not the only one who could be at home getting some. Rob was ready to spank my ass then fuck me, but we had to stop and come meet you so I could apologize before you came busting my door down. Speaking of busting things, how many women have you threatened to bust up for staring at Zeke since you’ve been in there?”
“None—with that M.D. behind his name, he’d be required to patch the hussies up, and I don’t need them that close to him. Now hurry up. I am horny, hungry, and hot. You get five minutes of groveling, after which you can buy me a burger and Dr. Pepper and some fried pickles; then I’m out of here.”
Rachel continued to listen to Jonica explain how she felt tonight’s groveling session should go as she and Rob made their way into the crowded bar and right up behind the booth that Jonica and Zeke occupied. Jonica was just saying something about a cute new bartender into her phone when Rob placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Jesus is the Christ!!!!” Jonica yelled as she jumped from her seat, over the table and into Zeke’s arms, swinging her legs and arms all the way. If it hadn’t been for Rob’s quick reflexes, Rachel would have been knocked out, as one of Jonica’s feet narrowly missed her head.
“Bitch, if you want to fight, we can do this,” Rachel threatened, her eyes full of mirth.
Jonica sat in the safety of Zeke’s arms, her left hand curled in a fist and pressed to her heart as if keeping it from beating right out of her chest. She didn’t have time to complain about anything or threaten to kill Rachel, because the neon lights in the bar glinted off the huge diamond on her ring finger and called to Rachel like a lighthouse to a lost ship.
“If that’s what I think it is, I am so going to be the hottest maid of honor on earth.” Rachel squealed and wiggled her way onto Zeke’s lap with Jonica. Zeke sat staring over their heads at Rob as the two ladies made themselves comfortable and began discussing dates and colors and all things that make a wedding day...well, a wedding day.
So engrossed in their plans were the two best friends that they didn’t notice Rob lifting Rachel from Zeke’s lap. Nor did they acknowledge the two large men carrying them from the bar cradled in their arms. The two chatted continuously until they parted ways in the parking lot and were deposited in different vehicles. Once they were securely buckled in, they dug out their cell phones and called each other, picking up the conversation as if it had never dropped.
As Rob made his way to Rachel’s large bed with her over his shoulder still chattering away to Jonica, he couldn’t help but smile. Jonica was getting married. He wondered how many times he’d have to ask Rachel to get the same results. Dropping her onto the bed, he waited as she held up one finger and continued to speak to Jonica. Hell no, this woman did not just tell him to wait. This was too much. Reaching out, he grasped the tiny PDA in his hand and spoke. Apparently Zeke had come to the same conclusion, because it was his rumbling voice on the other line, with Jonica mumbling caveats and epitaphs in the background.
“Hey Zeke, how’s it going? Oh, yeah? Same here. Good idea.”
Rob spoke rapidly as he walked into the master bath.
Rachel wondered what on earth he could be doing when she heard what could only be the sound of the toilet seat going up
“Yeah, I bet this one cost about four or five hundred out of pocket, but since I plan to keep Rachel occupied all night, she will be too tired to gossip so we’ll at least have one day of peace.”
One day of peace—what the hell was he talking about? Moments later she found out.
“Okay, well, if Jonica doesn’t kill you, then hightail it over here to maim me, we’ll meet up Monday morning to get them replacements. Talk to you later. And hey, just so you know. If you hurt Jonica, I am going to let Rachel maim you right before I kill you. Oh yeah, duly noted.”
Rachel continued to listen as Rob threatened to disembowel Zeke if Jonica so much as thought about shedding any tears. Her heart clenched, and a smile grew on her face. Rob was so special. And the fact that he looked out for her best friend…well, enough said. Rachel was all set to rush into his arms and tell him how much she loved him, when she heard the distinct sound of her phone hitting the water and the toilet flushing.
PLUNK!!!! WHOOOSH!!!!
“Motherfucker, I know you didn’t! That had better not be my fucking phone. Do you know how much that cost? Or that all my fucking contacts were there!? You better have a damn good fucking reason for flushing my phone!”
“Stripping you naked and spanking your ass sounds like a good enough reason to me.”
Rachel saw him begin to strip, and her body went into overdrive. She could always get a new phone, but Rob was irreplaceable. And when he looked at her with those intense green eyes burning with lust, well, who the hell cared about a stupid cell phone? Not when she was about to get truly fucked.
**DR and LG**
Drea and Laura
Serving it up Texas-style, Laura Guevara and Dréa Riley are two sassy, sexy and sinfully hot ladies who have come together to bring their literary talents to the table of hot romance literature. What follows is a full-course
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They live far apart in two separate Texas towns, and for their families, the state of Texas and the rest of the free world, this could be a good thing. No telling what kind of mayhem Laura’s family and Dréa’s cowboy would have to rescue them from on a daily basis if they resided any closer to one another. Poor Dee Ooh Gee (promise that’s his name) would never get to see his “momma” Dréa because she’d be off riding with Laura in her pick-up truck, setting it off whilst in search of a tall glass of cowboy alpha male for Laura. Poor little dog would have even more attitude than he has now!
When not regaling the MF Posse with their stories of chaos and mischief, these two ladies spend their free time reading and composing smoking-hot literature and taking care of their families. Each brings their own skill sets and interests to their individual and partnered stories. Dréa likes to cook, Laura is an adventurer at heart, and you may gain further insight into these two ladies through their stories.
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