by Kim Linwood
“It’s a start, I suppose.” The sly look in his eye belies his apparent lack of interest. “But I still haven’t seen that tattoo. I’m starting to think you made it up.”
“I did not! And just because you’re crazy enough to take all your clothes off in public—”
“This is hardly public,” he says with a snort. “Besides, I’m crazy enough for a lot more than that.” He moves closer, and as he does, I glance down.
Oh.
Wow.
He’s definitely interested in more than lunch.
I lick my lips. “You should put that away before you poke someone’s eye out.”
“It wouldn’t be so likely to happen if you were able to keep your eyes off it.”
I rip my gaze away to find him smirking confidently at me. “Oh come on, like you wouldn’t be ogling my boobs if I had them out.”
He scratches his chin thoughtfully. “I really don’t think I would, but feel free to prove me wrong.”
“I’m not going to fall for that,” I scoff, like he hasn’t already talked me out of my shirt.
“I dare you.”
“Excuse me?”
“I dare you to take off your bra.”
“I don’t know…”
“Saaadie,” he draws out teasingly. “This is way less risky than the convention.”
Damn, he’s right. “If we get caught—”
“I’ll take care of it. I promise. And we won’t.”
Paranoid, I give our surroundings another quick look before arching my back and reaching to unlatch my bra.
“Wait.”
I look at Carter in confusion. “Make up your mind.”
He reaches down to take himself in hand and start to stroke leisurely. “Okay, all set.”
“Oh my God, what are you doing?”
“Keep going,” he commands, the huskiness in his voice giving me shivers. “Real slow.”
My fingers tremble as I watch his hand move. He might’ve looked interested before, but now he’s really interested.
“You’re crazy.” I’ve still got my bra in place, though all I have to do is relax my shoulders for it to slip off.
“Look at what you do to me.”
I can’t help it. I do.
The length of him thickens and grows as the head of his huge cock appears and disappears in his fist. I pull in a deep breath and take the plunge.
With a wiggle and a tug, my bra slides completely off. “There, is that what you were waiting for?”
The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s right there, his hand cupping my jaw and pulling my face towards his. His masculine scent is heady and close, his naked body nearly on top of me.
“Fuck yes. That’s exactly what I wanted,” he breathes harshly in my ear before he kisses me.
31
Sadie
Carter pushes me down onto my back, putting me half on the picnic blanket and half off, the soft grass tickling my skin. For a very, very short moment, I try to resist.
Oh, who am I kidding?
As our lips meet, he rolls over me, his powerful hands pinning mine to the ground just above my head. Then he kisses me like a man possessed while I wrap my legs around him, forcing my skirt up around my hips in the process.
Eventually, we have to come up for air, and for that moment he hovers above me, looking down with a cocky smirk and a spark in his eyes. “I can’t keep my damn hands off you.” His voice is thick with passion and short of breath.
I lick my lips. “I’m not stopping you.”
He leans back in, but goes for my throat instead of my mouth, covering it with nibbles and kisses, making his way slowly down my chest. There’s a faint breeze, and it cools the wetness left by his mouth on my skin.
Hot lips trace the curve of my breast until they reach a tight nipple. They trap it, tugging softly as his rough tongue traces circles over my areola, making it tingle. Then he lets go and descends into the valley between my breasts before ascending to the next peak. I arch my back, pressing into his mouth as he captures my other nipple with his teeth. A sharp jolt zings right through me.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he moans deep in his throat before he starts the journey further south. He releases my hands and rolls to my side so he can get at the catch on my skirt. By the time his tongue dips into my belly button, my skirt is over my hips, quickly followed by my panties.
The breeze picks up, raising goosebumps on my nude body, but in spite of how it looks, I’m burning up from the inside out. Reaching down, I run my fingers through his wavy hair while he kisses his way lower, ever closer to where I want him the most.
Then he’s there, his talented tongue flicking across my clit before sliding between my folds and teasing the sensitive skin there. His powerful hands grip the backs of my thighs and spread them wide, exposing me to him. The admiring look on his face before he dives back in makes me feel like a queen.
Then I forget about everything except the sinful sensations between my legs. I close my eyes and stretch out on the grass while Carter works his magic.
His tongue is everywhere. Caressing my skin, pushing into me, then laving over my clit before he playfully blows a puff of air that makes me giggle. At least until he sucks it into his mouth and my giggles are drowned out by throaty moans.
“God, Carter, you do that so well.”
He looks up at me with heated eyes, his face slick with my juices. “Told you I was good with my mouth.”
I push his head down with a laugh. “Less talking.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he exclaims with deadpan seriousness before renewing his efforts. I won’t say it again for fear of being flattened by his ego, but oh my God, is he good at this.
Not that he can’t tell I’m enjoying myself. Especially when he slips a thumb inside me as his tongue works hard right above. The combination of his thick digit fingering me slowly and his clever mouth has me arching against him. My fingers dig into his hair to keep him from getting any crazy ideas.
Like going anywhere before I come.
Sparks arc across my skin, sending tingles racing down my spine as I get closer. My limbs tremble and my breaths are tight hisses between my teeth. My eyes squeeze shut, colors dancing on the backs of my eyelids. He’s got me so, so close.
Then another finger moves lower, making little circles around my ass. Not pushing in, but teasing me with the possibility. After a moment of wide-eyed trepidation, I close my eyes again, relaxing into the new sensation. It doesn’t take long for Carter’s expert fingers to convince me I like it.
Tension builds as I wind tighter and tighter, my hissing breath turning to throaty moans as I near release. It’s overwhelming, but he keeps licking, kissing, sucking, stroking and fingering until an avalanche of pleasure washes through me.
I can’t take it any longer.
With a loud, throaty groan, I go taut and clutch onto Carter for dear life. My orgasm hits like a freight train, blasting past hard enough to knock me off my feet if I wasn’t already on the ground. I don’t care that we’re out in the open. Heck, at this point I wouldn’t care if we were on a stage at the intersection of Main and Church, with the whole town watching.
All I know is I’m going to ride this as far as it’ll take me. Then everything goes quiet, and I’m floating. White light bursts behind my eyes, and I’m swathed in a cocoon of sweet tingles. With incredible intuition, Carter lightly strokes the insides of my thighs while his tongue gently guides me back down to Earth.
I open my eyes and smile at him. I barely have the breath to let out a soft, “Wow.”
He laughs. “You’re telling me. Fuck, that was beautiful.” Sitting back on his haunches, he looks at me the way I do a painting I’m particularly proud of. Like I’m his masterpiece.
A warmth grows in my chest that has nothing to do with afterglow and everything to do with how I’m starting to feel about Carter. That feeling is complicated, so I push it aside to deal with a much less complicated situatio
n.
Carter’s rock hard cock.
Sitting up, I lean forward to kiss him. As our lips connect, I wrap my fingers around his shaft. He draws in a sharp breath through his nose, but doesn’t break away.
While we make out like a pair of horny teenagers, I explore him, running my fingers lightly up and down his length, before dipping down to palm his heavy balls. He moans into my mouth, arms coming around my neck to hold me in place.
Slowly, I skim his tender skin with my fingernails teasingly before capturing his length in my fist and giving him a cautious pump. A drop of slickness emerges from the tip. I use my palm to smooth it across the head, drawing another groan out of his throat.
He’s thick enough that my fingertips don’t quite meet. No wonder he always feels big. We’ve always been in a rush, but this time no one’s going to bust into our storeroom or call about cheese caterers on the run from the law. This time, I’m going to take my time.
Reluctantly, I pull away from our kiss, but I smile before making my way down his chest.
His dark brown eyes watch me in anticipation. “You don’t have to, if you—”
I glance up and put a finger on his lips. “Shut up.”
He grins and nips the tip of my finger, but doesn’t object as I make my way towards his cock. It looks even bigger up close—I’m going to have to do a second painting, I’m not sure the first one really does him justice.
Tentatively, I stick out my tongue and swipe it over the tip, tasting the slick drop waiting there. He tastes like sex and sunshine after modeling for me so long in the open air. I giggle at the thought.
“Oh come on. I’m not that small,” sounds the complaint from above.
“Don’t fish for compliments,” I say with a snort, then draw him into my mouth. After that, his smart-alecky comments dry up, replaced by appreciative moans.
I settle on my hands and knees, finding a good angle and getting comfortable on the blanket. Holding his cock steady with one hand, I take him as deeply as I can, which leaves plenty for me to stroke. I mix it up, taking him out and tracing the bumps and veins along his length, all the way to his balls and back before swallowing him again. It’s not long before his hands find their way into my hair and his hips start to pump.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groans.
I was taught not to speak with my mouth full, so I reply by swirling my tongue along the defined ridge of his crown. He changes his grip on my hair, pulling out the elastic I was using to hold it up, and wrapping the strands loosely around his fist both to guide me and so he can watch.
I start to hum, trying to tease him with the vibrations.
His hips jerk and my jaw is forced open even farther. “Fuck. Take it easy unless you want a mouthful. Holy shit.”
For a moment, I consider it, but I want to feel this whole length deep inside me. He moans with the loss as I release him from my lips, finishing with a single wet lick across his tip.
“Turn around,” Carter growls, his hands pulling at my hips to get me where he wants me. I follow eagerly, letting him take charge. He presses down on my shoulders until my ass is in the air and my forehead is resting on my arms. “Don’t move.”
I take a deep breath, anticipation smothering any nerves that might make me self-conscious. He’s never made me feel anything but desirable. There’s a rustle of clothes, followed by the tear of foil. A moment later, he’s behind me, the broad tip of him nudging between my folds. We both groan as he slides himself against my aching sex.
Biting my lower lip and closing my eyes, I wait for him to make that first thrust, knowing how good it’s going to feel and loving the slow build up.
“How bad do you want it?” There’s a hint of laughter in his voice as he teases us both.
“Carter,” I beg. “Fuck me.”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Now. The magic word is now.”
“Works for me.” He thrusts, and I cry out as his long cock slides into me. Not too fast, but very deliberate and firm. Wrapping his large hands around my waist, he pulls me onto him until he bottoms out. We’re a perfect match, his hips coming flush with my ass just as his size has me stretched to a tender ache.
I groan deeply. “Just… hold it for a moment. Don’t go anywhere.” There’s so much of him it takes some adjusting, even as eager as I am. I flex, moving and squeezing around him. “Do you feel that?”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” He strokes a hand down my back. “That’s goddamn magic.”
I smile even if he can’t see it, tightening every muscle to squeeze him harder.
He groans. “I’ve got to move. No more waiting.”
Holding me still with his grip around my waist, he pulls back, slowly, so slowly, until only the head is left. Just the tiniest of pauses, and then he slides back in, pushing my breath out of me with a whoosh as he fills me. Over and over the cycle repeats, each time driving us both a little bit closer to release.
Screw slow. I need hard and fast. I want him to make me his. I struggle against his hold, pushing back to meet his thrusts.
He releases my waist, leaning forward and putting his hands under my breasts to pull me up against him until I’m almost upright on my knees. I reach behind to hold on to him while he fucks me.
It’s not long before we lose all control. Any semblance of anything other than animalistic fucking floats away on the breeze, leaving us groaning and growling as he pounds his huge cock into me. Rough fingers pinch and pull at my nipples as he thrusts. The loud sounds of flesh meeting flesh join our cries.
Harsh breaths in my ear tell me he’s close, and I’m not far behind. When he lets go of my right breast and slides his hand down to play with my clit, it’s all over. There’s a scream, and moments later I realize it’s mine. I shake against Carter as his teeth latch onto my neck, pinching the skin without piercing it while I come apart around him and in his hands.
I cling to him any way I can. My nails are probably leaving gouges in his skin but I don’t care, and from his throaty moans, neither does he. As I explode around his cock, he groans deeply and thrusts one last time, burying himself to the hilt and pulsing so hard I can feel each one.
We stay joined for what feels like no time and forever at once, but eventually exhaustion wins out. I slump into his arms. “You’re going to kill me one day.”
Carter chuckles softly into my neck. “You too, but what a way to go.” He guides us gently onto the blanket before pulling out. I whimper softly, already missing him, then roll over onto my back. He stretches out beside me and I run a hand down his chest, just to touch him.
Then I remember something. “Oh my God, I just had sex right out in the open.” Sitting up while covering my breasts with my arm, I look around to make sure we’re alone, then relax a little when I see we still are.
Carter laughs. “Who cares? Even if they see us, they’ll just be jealous.”
I try to look mad, but then I laugh. Now that I’m not so sex crazed, this is a little too wild for me. “You can stay naked if you want, but I’m going to put on my clothes.”
He makes a mock pout, but nods before looking over at the mix of color and charcoal sketches on the canvas. “I thought there’d be more paint on there.”
I shrug. “Something that size takes time.”
“Need me to pose again?”
“No. I’ve got the basic sketch in place. I can work on the rest at home.”
“I make house calls.” He grins.
“No.” I roll my eyes and get up to pick up my clothes.
“Hey, I know where your tattoo is now. Cute bunny.”
I wiggle my butt as I pull up my panties. “Thanks.”
If anyone had asked me a week ago if I’d be this comfortable around Carter, I would’ve laughed in their face. But a lot has changed since I found out who he was. I might take him up on that house call, but not quite yet.
Traffic is heavier on the way back. Most of the people who work in Coyote Creek live in Wit
tville, and it’s getting into rush hour. As rushy as an hour gets in a small town like this, at least. The contract is in my desk waiting, but after several hours in the sun, I just want to get home and relax.
“Do you think you can just drop me off at home?” There’s nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.
“Sure thing,” he replies while pulling around a station wagon going five under the limit. He grins and gives me a quick glance. “Are you sure you don’t need me to stay and get naked again? For the art, I mean.”
“Right, the art. Thanks, but I’ll be fine,” I say with a laugh. The idea is more than a little bit appealing, but not tonight.
Knowing things are almost finalized is a load off my shoulders, really. I hadn’t realized how on edge I’d been, but now that I know where things are going, I can finally breathe again. Mom and Dad can relax on their retirement adventure and I’ll still be working with my friends. I glance at Carter, and a smile touches my lips at the tentative realization that I’m counting him among my friends now.
If not more than that.
But definitely no sexy secretary fantasies at work.
My thighs rub together, tingles spreading between my legs.
Unless he’s good. Then we’ll see.
32
Sadie
“It’s nice to have something simple to work on.” I lean against the doorframe and watch my newest clients drive off. Their modest choices are refreshing after the complexity of the Graham funeral.
Carter and I walk into the kitchenette. He goes over to the coffee machine and reaches for a mug. “You want anything?”
A face-splitting yawn hits me before I can respond. “Maybe I should just eat the grounds straight.” I’m so freaking tired. I stayed up way too late painting, but inspiration hits when it wants, and sleep just wasn’t coming.
“Didn’t sleep well?”
“More like just didn’t sleep.” I reach for a mug, but Carter takes it and moves it away.
“Why don’t you go lie down? I can wake you up if anything happens.”
