by Cari Quinn
“It can definitely be arranged.” She nodded and crossed her arms under her breasts.
“Don’t get that look. I don’t expect you to trade sexual favors for a shopping spree. I was kidding.”
“You should have some sort of compensation, West. I’ll pay you back, but with my lack of current employment prospects, I can’t say when. I promise I will though.”
“I like buying stuff for you. Besides, you never buy boring shit, so that’s even more fun. I don’t know anyone who has a bowling jacket in that color. Or any color.” Relieved that she didn’t seem to be holding his admittedly skewed sense of humor against him, he wheeled the cart between racks. “I only grabbed it for you because you were cold. I didn’t expect you to actually like it.”
She tugged the snaps closer together over her chest. “I love my jacket.”
“It’s adorable.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been called adorable.”
“Well, get used to it. Now let’s find you a few pairs of comfortable shoes. We’ll be doing a lot of walking tomorrow. Sneakers?”
“I’ve been known to wear sneakers.”
“Good, then you’ll know what to get.” He turned down a shoe aisle and pulled down size tens.
“You remembered?”
“I did. Like these?”
“I, um, I prefer Skechers.”
“Oh. Well, that’s easy then. I’m partial to them for hikers myself.”
She glanced down at his shoes. “Timberlands are not Skechers.”
“I haven’t always been able to afford Tims.”
“Hmm.” She hesitantly grabbed two pairs.
Once he knew her style, he dragged down two more pairs against her multiple objections and a comfy looking pair of slip-ons for the bus. If she happened to stay longer, she’d be prepared. “Okay, now clothes.” He swung through the ladies department and stopped at bras. “Do you…”
“You are not buying me bras.”
“Why not? You can’t wear the same one for days, right? Not that I don’t enjoy the one you’re wearing.”
“It hasn’t been that long yet.”
“All right.” He picked up a purple one. “This is really hot though.”
She snatched it out of his hand. “Not even close in size, buddy.” She hung it back on the hook. “These girls are not the kind you outfit at Target. They require more of a specialized place.”
He swallowed. “Well, they are very special tits.”
She flipped off the hated shoes and tugged off a pair of socks from the pack, then slid her feet into a pair of Sketchers with a deep sigh. “Now we can shop.” She lost over four inches in height, but damn, she had a swing in her ass that had been missing with the heels.
His shirt tied at her hip, the jacket he’d gotten her, and a pair of tight pants—boom—he was so done for. Add a little bounce to her step that left him hard and aching and he wished for a longer jacket for himself.
He followed her with the cart and laughed as she went through the clearance section of the store and found a pair of jeans. Instead of going to the changing room, she flipped off her new shoes and tugged them on over the leggings. She had to do this wiggle-twist thing but damn if she didn’t pack herself into the skintight denim.
He wanted to buy her eight pairs and make her wear them every day.
She hopped over to the mirror and turned around. “Gads,” she muttered and unzipped.
“Put them in the basket,” he said hoarsely.
“What? Why? They’re too tight.”
“Just right.” He held up his hand. “Truly.”
She tipped her head to the side. “Are you all right?”
“Trust me. Buy them.”
Her lips slowly spread into a smile. She moved around the cart and came toward him. “So, you like that I look like a stuffed sausage?”
“The only sausage I’m thinking about is mine.” Fourteen-year-old response perhaps, but dang, she was hot.
Her gaze dropped to his belt and her eyelids grew heavy. “Just from seeing me in jeans that probably need to go up a size?”
“Seeing you in pretty much anything will make me pop a boner, Lo.” He yanked out his hair tie and shook out his hair in frustration. He was going a little crazy from wanting her. “Especially a lack of anything.”
“I don’t understand half the things you say, but I think I like them.” She crowded into him and tentatively touched his hair. “Your hair is longer than mine.”
He pushed it out of his face. A lot of women obsessed over his hair. He had to play it up for photo sessions even if he wanted to shoot himself and shave his head immediately afterward.
But he liked it when she touched it. Everything was a little different when she touched him, as if wonder and delight were having a party in her senses. It was addicting as fuck.
He slid his fingers around the back of her jeans and cupped her ass. She moaned against his mouth, her huge blue-gray eyes burning with excitement. So starved for touch—his touch.
At least in his fantasies, he believed it.
Because she was a fantasy come to life. And he was terrified a few days weren’t going to be enough of a fix.
He bent to take her mouth when someone clearing their voice behind them interrupted.
“You are going to pay for those, right?”
Lauren stopped, her sweet mouth an inch from his. “Yes. Of course we are.”
“The dressing rooms are over there.”
He turned toward the woman’s voice. “Right. We’ll go finish trying on her stuff there.”
“Mmm-hmm.” The woman swept through the women’s section with an armful of clothing.
He checked the tags on a few of the shirts Lauren had thrown in the cart. “Three dollars?”
“I like a good deal.”
He shook his head. “You don’t need to worry about that.”
“Humor me.”
He blew out a breath and grabbed four more shirts in the same size in different styles and then another pile from a display. “Let’s go try some of these on.”
“Okay,” she said with a belabored sigh.
“Don’t forget your new shoes,” he said as he headed for the women’s dressing room.
“Crap. Right.” She ran back to the mirror and gathered her shoes and a blueish shirt from the floor.
He wasn’t proud of the fact that he watched her ass the whole time, but he did it anyway. An attendant in her late fifties was sitting at the desk, her head propped on her hand as she flicked through security tags in a box. “Hi.”
She gave him a bored look. “How many?”
He peered into the cart. “A lot.”
“I don’t need to try them all on.” Lauren waddled up behind him with a few more shirts in her arms and another two pairs of jeans. “Eight.”
He looked down at the jeans then turned her around to look at her tag. He tossed the larger sized jeans on the rack. “Six.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Fine. Six.” She took the tag from the attendant and pushed the curtain aside.
“I wish my ass looked like that,” the woman muttered.
“I keep telling her she looks amazing.” He smiled and shrugged. “I’ll convince her.”
The attendant straightened. “You’re probably the only guy—actually, I’ll go with person—to come into this area today and not make their girl feel bad for her curves.”
“She’s way too fu—er, sexy to not keep telling her.”
She held her hand up for a high five.
He glanced at the woman’s tag and slapped her hand. “Thanks, Flo.”
“Go get her, tiger.”
One yellow curtain later and he had Lo all to himself, since no one else was trying on clothes. He braced his hands on the top of her changing room. “How’s it going?”
“Umm…fine.”
“Can I come in?”
“You want to help me dress?”
His fingers slipped over the t
op of the frame. “Something like that.” He could practically feel her uncertainty vibrating through the door. “I’ve always had this fantasy—” He broke off as she swung the door open.
“Fantasy?”
He grinned down at her, arms still braced around the door. He figured that word would kill any reservations. She was all about experiences.
He eased her back into the room and closed the door. “Hi.”
She peeked up at him from under her currently wild hair. “Hi.”
She’d changed into a lemon yellow tank that maximized every curve. Sweet fuck, she was a wet dream come true in so many ways. He brushed her hair behind her shoulder, then whispered the backs of his fingers along her jawline. “You look incredible.”
“Uh, thanks. Are we doing this in a dressing room?”
“This?” He bent to her level. “Just what would we be doing in this dressing room?”
“It’s your fantasy. I’m assuming intercourse is involved.”
He just liked making her say intercourse. “Fucking, Lo. I want to fuck you in here.”
Not that he’d gone all the way to that point in his head until she’d mentioned it, but now? Oh, yeah. That worked.
Her cheeks flushed and her eyes did that hooded thing that meant she liked the idea. That was enough to make him hard as a damn microphone stand even if he wasn’t going to fuck her for the first time in a damn dressing room. Especially with a woman who was probably a mom right down the hallway.
Didn’t mean he couldn’t mess with her a little.
It was becoming his favorite pastime.
He drew his fingers down her neck to the scooped edge of the tank. The straps of her fancy bra crisscrossed over her chest. “You sure you don’t want a different bra?”
She shivered. “I can wear a different shirt.”
“Not that I want you to.” He turned her around to face the mirror. “It’s a damn eye-catching bra. Part of the reason I noticed you in the crowd.” He skimmed his fingers down the center of her back and pulled the tank down enough for him to be able to pop the catch open.
She brought her arms up to catch her unleashed breasts.
“But I have plans for us tomorrow.” He eased her arms away and slipped the straps of her bra and tank down her arms. “So damn beautiful. I can’t get enough of your endless fair skin.” He cupped his hands over her breasts and the contrast was enough to make him groan. His tan to her almost translucent skin. “Cold?” The faintest bit of blue veins showed as her breasts filled his palms and spilled over the tops of his hands.
She dropped her head against his chest. Her pulse hammered in her throat and her eyes were riveted on them together in the mirror. He tugged on her nipples lightly. She let out a small moan.
He lowered his mouth to her ear. “Remember last night?”
“As if I could forget.”
“Remember when I told you to moan?”
She swallowed and nodded.
“Good. Forget what I said yesterday. Not a sound, Lo.” He slid his hands away from her breasts. They swayed gently in the mirror as he nibbled his way over her shoulder and down her back.
He skimmed his fingertips down her waist and rolled her leggings down as he went. He drew his thumb up her naked calf as he dragged his nose along the back of her knee, then flicked his tongue across her inner thigh. “Lift this foot for me?”
Immediately, her foot went up and his dick hardened.
She was starved to try new things in all ways. He knew he was going to get too addicted to her personality—to her body—and fuck, to the very scent of her. The distant echo of pineapples clung to her skin with a mix of his own Ivory soap.
And then there it was.
The hint of musk. He’d gotten a taste of her on his fingers last night. She’d creamed up for him and clung to his fingers like a melody he couldn’t lose—didn’t want to lose.
She tried to step out of her pants, but he propped her foot on the bench in the dressing room. He dropped to his knees behind her, his fingers working faster than his good sense.
“West?”
The tentative voice made his balls draw up tight and his cock throb. Everything new meant every damn thing was like the first time. There would never be another first taste of her.
He should bring her home. Hell, bring her to a hotel where he could stretch her out and enjoy her properly. Instead he was kneeling on an ancient rug staring up at one of the most delectable asses he’d ever had the fortune to enjoy. He palmed her cheeks, peeling her open for him.
Her panties were soaked and her thighs damp. He didn’t even think about it, just stuck his face into the space. She gasped. He gripped her ass to warn her about making noise, but beyond that, he couldn’t remember much else.
Her taste infused his senses. She was liquid heat and salted caramel on his tongue. He tugged her underwear over for better access. Lapping at her endless supply was like the sweetest form of sustenance.
He rose onto his knees to get to more. With a twist of his hands, he had her facing the side wall of the dressing room. She made a sharp mewl of distress, but he didn’t stop. If there had been a gun to his head, he wasn’t sure he’d have been able to step back.
The new angle opened her up and he jammed his knuckle up along her folds to find her clit. He pulsed against the little knot and swallowed every liquid ounce she gave him. He drew back for a breath and caught a glimpse of her in the mirror.
“Fuck.”
“God, I hope so soon,” she said on a moan. She arched with her palms pressed to the wall, her breasts bouncing with every flex of his hands on her ass. The line of her body was nothing short of miraculous.
He stood up and unhooked his jeans before he could think about it. He needed to feel her on his dick. Even if it was the single most idiotic thing he did.
He knew better than to go down this road. He fucking knew.
Her eyes went huge in the mirror. “Finally.”
“No way I’m fucking you for the first time in here. I just need a little bit of you.” He dragged his cock through her moisture and may have whimpered. “Just a touch,” he muttered.
He found her clit with the head of his cock and rubbed little circles. His shaft slid through the slick folds of her lips and between her thighs. In the mirror, it looked like he was diving deep into her.
His cock said that was a definite no, but this would have to do.
Soon, he’d have her and maybe he’d be able to think again.
Her mouth made a little O and her head fell back. His wrist burned from keeping the strokes shallow. So easy to slide in. So slick. So perfect. He pulled away from her and slammed onto his knees and shoved his tongue inside of her. He got her nice and ready that way with her muffled moans as his music until he needed more. So much more. He pushed two fingers inside her, registering her surprised cry. Already he was stretching her more than last night, and she wasn’t shying away. The exact opposite.
She dissolved on his tongue.
Heat poured over his face as he jacked his dick until the skin practically smoked. She wiggled over his face, riding his tongue and nose until she got herself off. And thank God she did. He was near useless by the end. It was everything he could do to drink her down.
Her thighs shook and her breath came in gasps as she collapsed against the wall. He grabbed her thighs to make sure she didn’t fall back on him. If she did, he wasn’t sure he’d have the strength to say no. His cock was so hard and he wanted to come so damn bad.
She turned around, her eyes wide and her pupils blown. Her nipples were so tight and pink he could barely keep his shit together. He fisted the base of his cock and prayed he wouldn’t end up with a handful of himself here on the floor.
She grasped his shirt and dragged him to his feet.
“Lo, I’m—fuck.”
She shook her head and licked her lips. “Just don’t talk. I’ll lose my nerve here.”
“What?” Confusion and the insane need to t
urn her around and plow into her left him way dimmer than he would ever own up to.
Lauren pushed him against the other wall and the entire room shuddered with the force of it. She crouched before him, her breasts pillowed on her arms. Her gaze went from lost and unfocused to sharp.
She dragged his cock against her breasts.
He dropped his head back. “God.”
“Sometimes my Tumblr knowledge comes in handy.”
He stared at the ceiling to try to maintain some hold on his sanity. “You’re going to kill me.” And then her hot mouth was around him. He slid his hand into her hair and prayed his grip wasn’t too tight. He was so close.
Damn, she was a quick learner. He’d have to donate some of his next advance to Tumblr.
She twisted her grip at the base of his cock and pumped as she sucked and he was lost. His hips bucked and the room fuzzed out. He shook his head. No way was he going to miss this.
Absolutely none.
Fuck.
He looked down as she deep-throated him and he had no choice. He came so hard that his vision went from black spots to a tunnel. All he could see was her. Just her face, her mouth, her soft fuckable lips wrapped around him. He stopped breathing, stopped living, then the room came into such sharp focus that he sucked in a lungful of oxygen to combat the need to shout around the sharp pleasure.
She hummed around his cock and drank him down. And thank God for her, because the euphoria was as close to nirvana as he’d ever experienced.
She weaved a little on her feet and he dragged her up against him, burying his fingers in her hair to drag her as close as possible.
“Fuck.” His voice was nothing but gravel. “Just fuck. Did I mention you’re going to kill me?”
She grinned against his neck. He could feel the curve of her lips and the little nip of her teeth as she threw her arms around his neck. “I wouldn’t want to do any of this with anyone else.”
His other arm went around her waist and he held her tight. He didn’t want to imagine her with anyone else either.
And that scared the fucking shit out of him.
Eleven
“So, why am I on this little shopping spree anyway? A pair of jeans and a shirt would have been more than enough until we got to LA.”
