No Reservations

by Natalia Banks

Tilting her hips back a little, I adjust and push home inside her with a groan of pleasure. She’s so warm, so wet and willing. Perfection. This is fucking perfection.

  Positioning the jet right on her clit again, I hold her pussy splayed with one hand and bring the other up to tease her pert nipples. They’re already hard and she cries out as I pinch them and roll them gently in my fingers.

  “Good or bad?” I growl, nuzzling her neck and breathing in the sweet scent of her. Being inside her, touching her, inhaling her and not moving is an exquisite form of torture. Especially when I can feel her whole body tightening up. Even her pussy is tightening around my cock and I know she’s on the cusp.

  “So good,” she murmurs, and my cock pulses hungrily.

  Fuck. I want to just bend her over and plunge into her over and over until this ache in my balls blows into her.

  I want to taste her nipples, but I’m not going to stop her from the orgasm I know is about to take over her whole body. I’ll have time to suckle her later.

  “So good,” she moans and I feel her hips moving, tiny, desperate bucking motions as the water continues to bombard her clit and I keep teasing her nipples. I love everything about her, about how she’s right on the edge of heaven and hell, love that I’m fucking torturing her.

  Maybe now she’ll know how I feel every time I’m around her… right on the edge without a chance at satisfaction.

  “Gavin!” She squeaks and I feel the shudder roll through her as her pussy begins to milk my cock in the sexiest fucking way ever. I gently rub her clit, easing off the pressure as she whimpers. Rubbing her tits with my other hand, I enjoy how hard her nipples are against my hand, how soft her breasts are, how goose bumps are covering every inch of her skin.

  “Good girl,” I say softly, my teeth nipping at her neck. She tastes delicious. As her orgasm begins to subside, she bends forward and places her hand on the bench. Suddenly she’s bucking back into me and I feel the whole world quiver.

  She’s trying to get me off.

  My fingertips dig into her hips and I ram into her, without mercy even as she cries out. She’s soft, warm, perfection and I’m not stopping until this ache is gone.

  She continues pushing back into me as I fill her over and over, fucking her intensely under the steady fall of water. The drops roll across her back like beads and leave her looking more wet, shining, sexy as fucking hell.

  Reaching forward, I grab one of her tits and pinch her nipple, loving how her pussy squeezes around me. I feel my balls gathering up and I let her delicious breast go and grasp her hips once more. Her ass bounces as I thrust home again and again, and I wonder if she’d let me fuck her ass. She’d seemed into having my finger there.

  The thought alone of her pink star stretching to accommodate my cock is enough to drive me over the edge. Pleasure rips through me and I spurt come into her in ribbons, a guttural growl leaving my lips as I push in hard.

  She whimpers, a satisfied moan leaving her as she begins to melt.

  Within moments, she’s sliding off my still half hard cock and plants her bottom on the floor of the shower where she looks up at me with more than a hint of innocence in her eyes.

  So very slowly, she rises up on her knees and slides the spent condom off me. With one hand around the base of my dick, she takes the tip of my cock between her lips and gently sucks me. It’s exquisite torture.

  My body urges me to back off to escape the pain, and she’s quick to release me.

  “You’re salty,” she says, backing off and letting me go. “I like it,” she whispers, as if ashamed of herself, or suddenly shy to admit what she likes. It’s endearing because it doesn’t feel like a head game, like she’s trying to manipulate me. No, it feels like a very real, vulnerable response to trying to something new. It’s fucking beautiful. Like her.

  I pull her to her feet and into my arms, loving this feeling of being chest to chest, skin to skin, body to body and even soul to soul. She melts into my arms and I hold her as the water cascades around us.

  I guess I’d hoped that fucking her again would make me feel like I’ve had my fill of her. No such luck. So I’ll enjoy these moments and think about the issues we’d found later. I will get to the bottom of this, and I will fix it. I’ll fix everything.

  Chapter 13

  Cindy

  I’d spent the night with Gavin and had to ask him to run me to work. Thankfully, he’d had a spare change of clothes that fit me. I’m not sure I want to ask why he had clothes my size all ready to go. Some things are better left unsaid.

  I appreciate it. That’s all that matters.

  The day passed slowly, though, and that annoyed me. Tips were better than usual, either because of the holidays around the corner or maybe my smile was more believable than usual. Who knows?

  When I head out the door to make my way home not even the knee deep snow can bring me down. I’m not sure why I’m so upbeat. I just feel like I can take on anything. I can do anything. I’m in a good mood and nothing can take that away.

  Christmas is right around the corner; I wonder what I should do for Gavin. What do you get the man who can buy anything? Simple. Something money can’t buy. Well, easier said than done, I guess. I’m going to need to think on it.

  The car beside me rolls down a window. “Want a ride?”

  I jolt, startled. “How long were you waiting for me?” I ask Gavin as he flashes me a huge grin.

  “It’s cute that you think I don’t know your schedule,” he says, his dry tone lofty.

  I cross my arms, but I can only really mock anger. It’s not a big deal that he knows my schedule. After all, we kind of work together.

  “Are you ready to get to it?” he asks and I walk over and open the car door and climb in. Glancing over at him, I see his dark eyes are on me like I’m the only damn thing in this world he can see.

  “What exactly are we getting to?” I ask as I pull on my seatbelt. He pulls away from the curb gently and I turn on the radio. The Christmas tunes are still full bore and I turn them down while I wait for him to answer me.

  “Well, I need to know if you’re ever going to accept the job offer,” he says, his tone darkly humorous.

  “Not on your life,” I say and he sighs. His hands grip the wheel tighter and I see his knuckles going white as if he’s angry. “Why does that bother you so much?” I ask, feeling storm clouds rolling in on my sunny attitude. Why is he pushing this?

  “What happens if this becomes a full time job?” he asks and I hesitate. That would cause a problem.

  So I ask instead, “How could a garden become a full time job?” Looking over at him, I see his jaw ripple as if he’s clenching his teeth in anger.

  “Things can come up,” he says through gritted teeth.

  Uncomfortable with all of it, I change the subject. “Let’s talk about something else, okay?” I ask, suddenly miserable. I don’t like feeling forced to do something. Maybe it would be a good idea, but I’m not sure I want to put my life into something with this guy I’m sleeping with.

  What if things go south with us? Would I just be out of luck after having quit my job and turned my life upside down?

  He nods and I watch the white world go by as we drive toward the garden. Once we park, I get out and pull my coat tight around myself to ward off the chill. The little garden is going great. The green house and the lights are set up and the tomatoes already have little yellow blooms. Blooms that Gavin tells me to pinch off.

  “If you pinch off the first ones, they fruit harder in larger quantities,” he’d said, his eyes locked on mine.

  I go right in and pinch off the blooms like he’d showed me to do. And an idea hits me. I tuck the blooms in my pocket carefully and let the idea ripen. Next, I carefully nip off a leaf and pocket that too.

  “They look good,” Gavin says from my other side.

  “What else did we have?” I ask, checking the temperature inside the green house. I’ve been carefully monitoring it, watching to ke
ep the levels just right. He’d taught me that the raised beds are much easier to temperature control than just flat earth soil.

  He turns a few of the plants my direction and I see cucumbers, zucchini, pumpkins. “Fall harvest stuff?” I ask, showing off my newly learned knowledge. He’d taught me, of course, but it feels good to let him know I’m retaining the things he’s telling me.

  “Very good,” he says, and we get busy planting. Shoulder to shoulder, we dig out the earth. He glances over at me and I meet his stare, noticing how his gaze strays to my lips once more. It’s amazing how much he seems to want me. Nothing ups the self-esteem than having an incredibly attractive man unable to stop thinking about fucking you.

  “Come home with me tonight,” he says in a low voice.

  I shake my head. “I have to check on dad. And sleep in my own bed. But thank you,” I say, and notice he’s quieter than usual as he plants. My reasons are mostly true. But not totally. I have a few ideas that I’d like some time to realize.

  After all, Christmas is right around the corner and I have an idea for the man who can buy anything.

  Still, his offer is a hard one to pass up. The time I’ve had with him has been unexpectedly happy and carefree. There’s no worry that he’s judging me. That he’s thinking about how much better than me he is. That’s something I’ve always dealt with, my whole life. Everyone looks down on me or judges me, or comes at me with condescension about how I could better my life if I really wanted to.

  But not the person I’d expect it from the most.

  Chapter 14

  Gavin

  Damn it.

  My work is suffering. I’ve got people asking if my head’s still in the game. It’s not. Because a certain blue eyed woman is invading my every thought, my every waking moment.

  I drop into bed, wishing she’d come home with me tonight. The whole ride home I’d endured the Christmas music while thinking about how the same carols had sounded in her pretty voice. Better. She made them better. Hell, she makes everything better.

  I’m fucking in deep.

  Staring up at the ceiling, I wonder if she’s thinking about me too. And I wonder who the fuck I am now. I’ve never pined over a woman like this. It’s pathetic.

  And weird how the little things seem to stick out in my brain. Like tonight when she’d randomly swiped her fingers across her face as if a stray hair was tickling her and left two smudges of dirt along her nose and cheek.

  It was endearing, really. She’s cute when she’s dirty.

  I pull the sheet up to my waist. Folding an arm behind my head, I stare up at the ceiling, still thinking about her. She’s such a good person. It’s hard to be mad that she’s refusing this job. I hate that she’s fighting me so hard, and I don’t understand why.

  But something stops me from asking her why, too.

  I could just ask. It would be so much easier. But every time I opened my mouth to ask, I’d think about how she asked if we could talk about something else and the words just wouldn’t come. It’s frustrating. I’m not used to not just saying what’s on my mind.

  My thoughts drift to her father.

  Everything that I have makes it feel like someone deliberately stacked odds against him. Like I’ve got a traitor who’s letting him take the fall for something he didn’t do. I don’t feel good about it. Not at all.

  But until I figure out who the fuck is behind everything, I don’t dare do more than tiptoe. It has opened my eyes to the people around me more. I’ve never been one to blindly trust, but the people I’ve worked with the longest have earned my respect in one way or another. So stepping back and looking at them fresh is an odd sensation… but one I feel is warranted.

  I’ve got several people I feel are likely issues. Maybe they’re not the ones who have set up Mr. Handberg, but they sure as hell are dealing some shady shit. One thing is for sure, I’m not going to just trust anyone anymore.

  There’s nothing quite like betrayal to really make a man suspicious of the people around him.

  I wake and sit up, realizing I’d dreamed of her again. And an idea pops into my mind. I know what I want to get her for Christmas. I run the risk of pissing her off, but holy fuck I feel like that’s a likely outcome no matter what I do.

  What’s the old adage? It’s easier to ask forgiveness than permission?

  I’d gladly get on my knees in front of her and beg forgiveness. Especially if we were both naked. Fuck. My morning wood is always particularly painful after a night of dreaming of her and the thought of my face buried in her pussy as she stands before me makes it pulse agonizingly.

  A cold shower is in order.

  Only when I’m off work again do I realize how pathetic I’ve become. I spent the day counting minutes until I could be around her again. This is getting out of control. I need to do something about it.

  But what the hell can I do?

  It’s not like I can just order her out of my thoughts and she’ll go like that.

  So I drive to her work to pick her up again. I see her walking like she had been yesterday. There’s a bounce in her step despite the snow piled up along the sides of the sidewalk. I roll up on her and slow down.

  She flashes a grin at me as she recognizes my car and waves. I halt as she pulls open the door and climbs in. “You know, Mr. Rossi,” she says softly, her voice twinkling with humor, “I’m starting to think you might be stalking me.”

  I arch an eyebrow at her. “Some people call it dating.”

  But she shakes her head at me, laugher on her lips. “That requires us to go out.”

  I put the car in gear and begin to drive as I answer. “I take you out every night, don’t I?” It’s true, but I know it’s not what she means. The playful banter is fun, the humor a good outlet for how much this woman drives me insane.

  Because she does.

  “That’s not the same and you know it,” she says and I shrug.

  “Well, that’s on you. I’ve been considering them dates since I first brought you home.” I glance at her and see the memories of what we’d done that first night must be flowing back to her because her cheeks blaze the cutest shade of red.

  Placing my free hand on her thigh, I run it up toward her core suggestively. I can feel her heat and know she’s as excited at the thought as I am. Her fingers find mine and she pulls my hand toward her sweet pussy and I rest my pinkie finger on her folds and gently stroke her clit while I drive.

  Her breathing goes erratic, and she speaks with hesitant words. “I’m not… like this,” she says softly as if ashamed of herself.

  “Well, that’s too bad,” I say, “I enjoy it.” Wiggling my finger, I revel in her gasp of shock and pleasure.

  “I mean,” she clarifies, “I’m not usually so… uh,” She seems to search for the right word and I consider supplying something like horny, but decide to let her speak for herself. I don’t need to find her words, she’s quite capable of speaking her mind. And I love it.

  “I’m not usually so… open,” she says finally and I nod.

  “Well, I’m glad you are with me,” I say, feeling like it’s a gift she’s giving only to me. That only adds to her allure.

  Chapter 15

  Cindy

  We drive in silence for a while and I realize we’re going the wrong way. My heart begins to pound a little and I speak up.

  “Where are we going?” I ask, watching the world flow by.

  “Well, I had to ask you a question, but I wanted to sweeten the deal first,” he says with a glance my direction.

  My heart beats faster.

  “So just ask me,” I demand, hating the way this feels. “I don’t like secrets or surprises,” I say, feeling that need to close down and shut him off coming up.

  His next glance is quizzical. “How do you survive the holidays?”

  “Very funny,” I say. That’s not what I meant, but I imagine he knows that.

  “How about I give you some information?” he asks, his voice t
elling me he’s willing to meet me halfway… which means I have to meet him halfway. I have to trust him. And I do. I just still hate surprises.

  “Okay.” I agree, feeling his hand tighten on my thigh a moment as if he’s trying to give me strength. The sweet gesture surprises me and I take a deep breath. I can do this.

  “I’m taking you home,” he says.

  “Okay,” I say as my worry melts into excitement. I wonder what he’s up to. Because he’s obviously got something up his sleeve, and I’m curious more than worried now. And I’ll admit, part of me is hoping for some of what happened last time we went back to his place.

  Because oh, my god it was fucking amazing. He’s easily the best lover I’ve ever had. Easily. Hands down. No contest. Thinking about it makes my panties damp and my heart kick into overdrive.

  I shift, pressing my knees together as his finger finds my clit once more and he begins to stroke it through my leggings. The back and forth isn’t enough to make me come, but holy crap it’s good. So good. It feels amazing.

  We can’t get back to his place fast enough. When we pull up, He’s quick to say hi to Rich, who nods at him with a grin. I’m struck by how kind he is to everyone. Even the people who work for him. I’d heard so many horror stories about him. And I guess to anyone who doesn’t actually know him, he could come across as a hard ass, as someone only out for himself. But at the core, he’s really a kind person.

  He parks and I get out, excitement quickening my steps toward the front door. I’m bursting with excitement. I want to know what he did, what he’s doing, what he’s got planned, it’s driving me nuts!

  Once we’re in the front door, I close it and lean on it as he turns to face me. “Tell me!” The words burst out of me and I watch him arch a sexy eyebrow at me.

  “Is that an order?” he asks in that deceptively soft voice that’s lined with steel.

  “Please?” I add and his expression shifts to something dark and dangerous. Something that sends a bolt of excitement right to the core of me. I feel my body tingle to life and a hum begin at the juncture between my thighs.