by Lynn LaFleur
Teanna kept a large calendar on her office wall of the employees’ schedule. Her name was written on the calendar in James’ handwriting showing the afternoon off. Since the store was closed on Sunday and she had Mondays off, that would give her almost three full days alone with him.
Her heart beat a little faster when she thought about what he had planned for the weekend. She knew it had to be spectacular.
Becca came in and hoisted herself up on Teanna’s desk. “I thought you had the afternoon off.”
“I do. Or I will whenever James gets here.”
“Are you running away for the weekend?”
Teanna nodded. “I found this on my desk this morning.” She handed the card to her friend.
“He’s a romantic guy,” Becca said after reading it.
“Very.”
Teanna studied Becca’s face. She’d known Becca long enough to read every emotion that crossed her face. Something obviously bothered her friend. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Becca laid the card back on Teanna’s desk. “Where are you going for the weekend?”
“Becca. Spill it. What’s wrong?”
She looked down at her swinging feet. “Teanna, you’re my best friend. I don’t want to rain on your parade.”
“You can say anything to me, you know that.”
Becca sighed heavily, then lifted her head and looked at Teanna again. “There’s just something about James that doesn’t add up.” She held out a hand as if to stop Teanna’s words before she uttered them. “He’s a great guy and I like him. Really. I mean, I know y’all are together, but that doesn’t mean I can’t look at him and drool. He is a major hunk.”
“Drooling is allowed.”
“Good. Great.”
Teanna had never seen her friend so uncomfortable. She laid a hand on Becca’s knee. “Tell me what you think doesn’t add up.”
Another long pause while Becca studied her feet again. “Has he told you any more about his past?”
“Some. I know he has a brother and his parents died four years ago in an accident.”
Becca looked back at Teanna. “What kind of accident?”
“I…don’t know. He didn’t tell me.”
“Did he tell you about his time with the Kendall band?”
Teanna shook her head. “I’ve asked him several times. He always says that was a bad time in his life and he doesn’t want to talk about it.”
Becca wiggled her mouth back and forth. Teanna recognized that mannerism. Becca was trying to decide whether or not she should say what she wanted to.
Her friend slid off the desk and shut the office door. Becca tugged the extra chair close to Teanna’s, sat down and leaned forward.
“Remember a couple of weeks ago when I brought in my camera and everyone posed for me? James wouldn’t. He wasn’t rude about it, just teased me and said taking pictures of him would break my camera. But he wouldn’t let me take any, not even of y’all together.”
“Becca, lots of people don’t like their picture taken.”
“There’s more. Last week, I was behind the soda fountain counter and looked out the window to see James talking to a couple I didn’t recognize. He wore sunglasses and the sun hit his hair just right to make it look golden. He looked just like P.J. Kendall.”
A lump formed in the pit of Teanna’s stomach. She ignored it as simply hunger pangs. “So? Remember that guy you dated last year, the one who looked so much like that retired Bills quarterback?”
“Brett Kincade.”
“Yeah, him. You said people actually stopped him on the street and asked for an autograph.”
“Wait, there’s more. A couple of days ago, I came back from lunch early. James was unpacking boxes in the supply room. I thought he was singing along with the radio at first because I heard P.J. Kendall’s voice.” She shook her head. “Nope, it was just James. As soon as he saw me, he stopped singing.” Becca took both Teanna’s hands in hers. “Tee, I think he’s P.J. Kendall.”
The lump grew larger. Again, Teanna ignored it. “Becca, that’s crazy! P.J. Kendall is dead.”
“His body was never found.”
“The authorities figured it washed out to sea. The tide was going out when his boat exploded.”
“I told myself all the excuses too, Tee, but I still had this gnawing in my gut. I decided to do some research. I read every article I could find in print and on the internet. P.J. was nearsighted and had to wear glasses all the time.”
“There, see? James can’t be P.J. Kendall. He doesn’t wear glasses.”
“Does he wear contacts?”
“No.”
“Maybe he had LASIK.”
Teanna tugged her hands away from Becca. “You are really grasping at straws.”
“I don’t think I am. I didn’t recognize him immediately because James looks so different without the long blond hair and beard and shaded glasses. But seeing James in those sunglasses with the sun shining on his hair convinced me I’m right. I went back to the internet and tried to find pictures of P.J. without the shaded glasses he always wore to compare his eyes with James’, and to show the pictures to you. I couldn’t find any. He always wore those dark glasses in photographs.” Becca leaned back in her chair. “P.J. had blue eyes, Tee.”
“How do you know if you didn’t see a picture?”
“I read. Just because there weren’t any pictures didn’t mean there weren’t articles describing him, right down to the size of his cock. Which, according to one fan site I visited whose owner claimed she had sex with him, is quite impressive. You told me yourself that James is hung.”
Teanna decided she had to stop confiding in her friend.
“A couple of P.J.’s band members had tattoos, but he didn’t,” Becca said. “No birthmarks either.” She patted her lips with a forefinger. “Damn it, there has to be something to prove I’m right.”
The lump in her stomach now felt as large as a bowling ball. Still, Teanna couldn’t believe Becca was right. James wasn’t P.J. Kendall. He wouldn’t keep something so huge from her.
“What’s James’ brother’s name?” Becca asked.
Teanna hated telling her friend again that she didn’t know, but she had no choice. “He didn’t tell me.”
“It’s Rusty. Well, that’s actually his nickname and what everyone calls him. His real name is Eugene. He was named after his father and grandfather. P.J.’s mother’s name was Pauline.”
A sharp rap on the door interrupted Becca. “Come in,” Teanna called out.
James entered the office. “Hey, ladies. Am I interrupting anything?”
“Nope. Just keeping Teanna company until you got here.” Becca stood and pushed her chair back in place. “You here to whisk her away?”
He grinned. “Yeah.”
Becca first gave Teanna a quick hug, then James. “Y’all have a good time. See you Tuesday.”
James took Teanna’s hand and pulled her from her chair. “Are you ready to go?”
“Do I get a hint about where we’re going?”
“Nope.”
“If we’re going somewhere for the weekend, I need to pack—“
“I asked Ruth to pack some things for you. All you need is your purse.”
His obvious excitement rubbed off on her. The tension slowly seeped out of Teanna’s body. Becca had to be wrong. James was simply James, the man she loved, not a man who had lied to the world about his death.
She removed her purse from her desk drawer. “Let’s go.”
*
James stood back and let Teanna enter the suite before him. He wanted to enjoy her reaction when she saw the luxurious room for the first time.
“James,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful.”
He smiled at her wide eyes and open mouth. That reaction was exactly what he wanted. “I’m glad you like it.”
She turned in a full circle before wandering to the large window. James followed her. He wrapped his arms around her
waist and gazed at downtown Dallas spread out before them.
“I take care of the payroll, James. I know you don’t make enough to afford a room like this.”
“I told you I have a nice nest egg.”
“You won’t have it long if you spend it on me.”
“I can’t think of anything I’d rather spend my money on than you.” He kissed the side of her neck. “C’mon, I’ll show you the rest of the suite.”
“You’ve been here?”
“Yeah.” Taking her hand, he led her toward the bedroom. “I came up last week when you and Ruth went shopping for the day. I wanted to make sure everything would be perfect.”
He opened the French doors between the living room and bedroom, and again stepped aside so Teanna could enter the room first. Her gaze passed over the king-size bed, the intimate seating area, the door that led to a private balcony. She walked past him into the bathroom. He followed close behind her. He smiled at her gasp when she saw the whirlpool bathtub that could easily hold four people, the shower area that could do the same.
“James, it’s so beautiful.” She faced him, her eyes shining with pleasure. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“This is only the beginning.” He held out his hand to her. She stepped into his arms. “Dinner will be served at six-thirty. Then we have tickets for the symphony at eight. It’s an evening with Tchaikovsky.”
Her smile lit up her face like a child on Christmas morning. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him fiercely. “Thank you!”
James reluctantly released her when he heard the doorbell. “That’s probably our luggage.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “We have three hours before dinner. How about if we try out that big bathtub?”
“I think that’s a wonderful idea.”
James hurried back to the bathroom after taking care of the luggage to find Teanna on her knees by the bathtub, moving her hand through the swirling water as it flowed from the faucet. She picked up one of the several colorful bottles that sat on the shelf behind the tub and opened it. He grinned when he saw her wrinkle her nose in distaste. She replaced the bottle and picked up a second one. The scent of it made her smile. She poured a generous amount of the liquid beneath the faucet. Foamy bubbles soon floated on the surface of the water.
“What fragrance is it?” he asked.
Teanna looked at him over her shoulder. “Jasmine.”
“Smells good.” He walked to her, took her hands and pulled her to her feet. “But nothing smells better than you.”
She gave him the loving smile that always made his heart beat faster. “Thank you.”
“Since the tub is almost full, I guess it’s time to strip. You first.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Why me first?”
“Because I like to watch.”
“I like to watch too.”
Leaning forward, he nuzzled the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “You just like looking at my body.”
“Mmm, yes.”
James gave her earlobe a playful nip. “You realize if you stand there and watch me take off my clothes, a certain part of me will grow.”
Teanna grinned. “Mmm, yes.”
“You are a wicked woman.”
“And you love that about me.”
“True.”
He kissed her, slowly and deeply. That certain part of him began to grow, even before he removed his clothes.
Teanna stepped out of his arms and turned off the water. She sat on the edge of the tub and crossed her legs, obviously ready for a show.
If his lady wanted a show, he’d give her one.
James toed off his shoes. He bent down and took his time removing his socks. All the humor faded from Teanna’s eyes when he unfastened his belt and dragged it from the loops. He slowly tugged his T-shirt from the waistband of his jeans, pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor.
He heard Teanna’s heavier breathing, saw the quickening rise and fall of her breasts.
“You have an incredible chest,” she said, her voice low and husky.
He could see a hint of her cleavage in the V-neck of her T-shirt. His cock grew longer and thicker with that sexy view. “So do you.”
She swallowed. “Keep going.”
He loosened the snap on his jeans. Teanna’s gaze flew to his hands. The rasp of the zipper sounded louder than normal. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and shorts. He pushed both down at the same time and stepped out of them.
Now free of the confining fabric, his rod stood up so straight, it almost touched his belly. Teanna stared at it, running her tongue across her lower lip. He watched her eyes move while she gazed at his entire body from his feet to his face. With one finger, she motioned for him to move closer.
His cock jerked in anticipation.
He stepped forward until his shaft was even with her mouth. Teanna looked into his eyes as she ran her tongue around the crown’s rim. James hissed in a sharp breath at the pleasure.
“Do you know what I love to do?” she asked.
“What?”
“I love to take your cock in my mouth when it’s soft and feel it get hard. But it’s already hard.” She wrapped one hand around the base. “You spoiled part of my fun.”
She swiped her tongue across the head. That simple act stole his ability to speak.
“No apology for spoiling my fun?” The tip of her tongue darted into the slit. “No promise that it won’t happen again?”
She slid the velvety skin up and down. Her palm passed over the crown, then she moved her hand back to the base. She gripped it tightly while she took the entire head in her mouth.
“Jesus, babe,” James managed to rasp. He tunneled his fingers into her hair. Her mouth slid down an inch, back to the head, down again. Up, down, taking a bit more of his cock in her mouth each time.
She released his rod, much to James’ disappointment. His disappointment vanished when she licked the entire length from the base to the head, over and over, as if savoring an ice cream cone. She lapped at his balls, caressed the sensitive spot between them and his anus. James spread his legs another few inches to give her more room. She wet the end of her finger and circled his anus.
“Push it inside me.”
She did as he said. James groaned. He grabbed her head, but immediately loosened his hold so he wouldn’t hurt her. She moved her finger in and out of his ass with the same rhythm that she took his cock in her mouth.
He began to pump his hips, gently thrusting his rod into her mouth. Her mouth was so warm, so wet. She pushed another finger into his ass. His eyes crossed. “God, Teanna, that feels good.”
“My mouth or my fingers?” she asked before licking the heavy vein that ran the length of his shaft.
“Both.”
She took him in her mouth again…circling the rim with her tongue, licking the length, taking him to the base and sucking hard. Sweat broke out on his forehead. The impending orgasm tightened his balls. Another few seconds and he wouldn’t be able to stop it. “I’m close, babe.”
She moved her mouth faster, shoved her fingers farther up his ass.
“Fuck!”
James threw his head back and arched his hips. Pleasure raced through his body and exploded out the head of his cock.
It wasn’t the first blowjob Teanna had given him, but it was by far the most powerful. He waited a few seconds to be sure his legs wouldn’t give out on him before he bent over to kiss her. He tasted himself on her lips.
“That was incredible.” He kissed her again, moaning softly when her fingernails dug into his ass. Although he’d had a staggering climax, his lady had not.
He planned to remedy that immediately.
James kissed her one more time, then climbed into the bathtub. The warm water swirled around his body from the jets, carrying the scent of jasmine. “Your turn.”
She shed her clothes much quicker than James had. He offered his hand and helped her into the tub. She settled betwe
en his legs, her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her breasts in his palms. “You feel good.”
“You’re definitely a breast man, aren’t you?”
“I’m a Teanna man.” He plucked at her nipples with thumbs and forefingers. “I love every inch of your body.”
One hand held her breast while he slid the other down her stomach to between her thighs. Fresh desire surged in his cock when he felt her swollen labia and clit. “Put your legs outside mine.”
Her new position left her pussy open. He caressed the satiny folds with light strokes until she arched her hips. His touch became firmer, faster. His fingers dipped inside her, then rubbed her clit.
“You like this?” he whispered.
She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. “Yes.”
“You’re so soft here, softer than silk.” He passed over her clit again. “Except for here.”
A low moan came from her throat. She gripped his thighs and propped one foot on the edge of the bathtub, giving his hand more room between her legs.
“You like me touching you, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
Her voice sounded strangled, her breathing uneven. James rubbed her clit with his thumb. “I like to hold you and feel your body tremble when you come.”
He squeezed her breast and pushed two fingers inside her channel. He continued to rub her clit with his thumb while he caressed her G-spot. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you tremble.”
She grabbed his wrist and rode his hand. James continued to fondle her breast and let Teanna move in whatever way she needed to for her pleasure.
“God!” She arched her hips completely out of the water. Her body shook, her channel milked his fingers. He waited until she’d calmed once again before withdrawing his fingers and resting them on her mound.
“A gal…shouldn’t do this…in the bathtub.”
He grinned at the breathless sound of her voice. “Why not?”
“’Cause she could drown.”
“Nah.” He tightened his arms around her. “I’ve got you.”
“Yes, you do.” Teanna lowered her legs back into the water. “My leg muscles will probably be sore tomorrow from that crazy position.”
