Just Sex

by Heidi Lynn Anderson

  He braced himself for what she had to say. He sent her his best don’t-fuck-with-me look.

  “I have known Kat for a long time. She was one of my first customers.” Sandi’s smile became a grimace. “Gary was also a customer.”

  J.J. didn’t want to be compared with that fuck-up. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Listen.”

  She raised her hand. “Let me finish.”

  He nodded. “Okay.”

  “That man was the stuff they scrape off a triple-X-rated movie theater floor.”

  He couldn’t help his laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”

  Her lips twitched. “Kat seems happy now. Try to keep it that way.” Sandi glanced at her merchandise in her hand. “Can I get you anything else?”

  He wondered if Kat knew how many people cared about her. “No. Could you please wrap that and hide it from Kat? It’s a surprise.”

  “Sure.” She hurried out of the room.

  J.J. walked back to Kat’s fitting room. “Do we have a winner?”

  “I think so.” She opened the dressing room door. Kat held up a dress.

  He tried to imagine how Kat would fill out the pink silk. “Great, let’s get out of here. I have a date with a beautiful woman.”

  * * * * *

  Kat watched J.J. load the black shopping bags in his truck. He had refused to let her pay for any of it. Between the dress she would probably only wear once, the underwear set and all the little incidentals, J.J. had to have spent over a thousand dollars. Kat turned on him when he got behind the wheel. “Why didn’t you let me buy all that stuff?”

  “Because.” He started the engine and put the vehicle in reverse.

  “Because why?”

  He handed her a little black bag. “I wanted to.”

  Kat couldn’t help the delight from filling her. In the short time she and J.J. had been dating, Kat had gotten more gifts from him than she had received in all her years of marriage. “What’s this?”

  “Open it,” J.J. said as he pulled out into traffic.

  She opened the bag and looked in.

  “Take it out.”

  Kat slid the velvet box out of the bag. Her heart jittered and she chuckled. “What is this?”

  J.J. took the turn into her neighborhood. “A Shataki egg.”

  She took the pink object out of the box and held it up. “What do I do with it?”

  “You put it inside your pussy.” He eyed her and smiled. “And see that remote?”

  Kat picked the small remote out of the box. “Yes.”

  His grin broadened. “I get that.”

  Her eyes widened. “What? Why?”

  “You’ll see.”

  “Typical,” Kat said. “A man and his remote.”

  He parked in her driveway. His gaze roamed her yard. He winked and retrieved his phone out of his pocket. “Your lawn needs to be cut.”

  “I guess I’ll have to get on the lawn guy.” She smiled.

  “Anytime.” He bent in, kissed her and pressed the speed dial on his phone.

  She stepped out of the truck and gathered the bags.

  He hung up and exited the vehicle. “I’ll get those.”

  “I got them.”

  J.J. removed the garment bag from the hook behind the driver’s seat and met her at the front steps. “I can’t wait ’til tonight.” His lips brushed her cheek.

  Kat fished through her purse for her keys. “Let me pay for dinner.”

  If looks could kill, Kat would have been dead on her doorstep. “Don’t look at me that way. You have spent more money today than most people make in a week.” She unlocked the door and stepped inside the air-conditioned foyer.

  “I had the money to spend.” He reached for her hand. “I may not have as much money as you, but I do just fine for myself.”

  The warmth from his palm seeped into her. “I never said you—”

  He yanked her to him. “If I ask you out to dinner, or to wear a dress you don’t want, or anything else for that matter, I’ll pay for it.”

  Kat knew when to give in, men and their pride were tricky issues she didn’t want to delve into right now. “As long as when I ask you out and make you wear something you don’t want, then I’ll pay.”

  He flashed her his sexiest smile that made her weak in the knees. “I’ll just have to make sure I ask you first,” he said.

  She rolled her eyes. “For someone so young, you have some old-fashioned ideas.”

  J.J. pulled her in tighter to his chest. “My mother taught me how to treat a woman.” He squeezed her butt. “We have a reservation in an hour.”

  Kat took his mouth with hers. Maybe if she distracted J.J., they would miss their reservation and she wouldn’t have to wear a dress.

  He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead to hers. “Nice try.” J.J. released her. “I’ll meet you back here in forty-five minutes.” J.J. picked up his overnight bag that he had dropped by the door earlier and made his way down the hall to their room

  Forty minutes later, Kat inserted the Shataki egg inside her vagina. “I can’t believe that I’m doing this.” She shimmied into the matching sexy bra and underwear she had bought earlier that day. The soft pink color of the lace and the see-through material showed her assets to perfection.

  She clasped on a pair of pear-shaped diamond earrings and a matching necklace. Kat arranged her hair in a French knot. A few tendrils framed her face.

  Kat stepped into the sexy dress and slipped on a pair of her black F.M.P.s. The five-inch heels made her legs look shapely. She took one last glance at herself in the mirror and headed down the stairs.

  J.J. stood in the foyer in his best suit and tie. He had bought the suit for his friend’s wedding. The bride told him the dark gray color of the suit and the white shirt set off the gray in his eyes. She also said he looked like a fallen angel. He adjusted the pink and purple tie and waited for Kat.

  His eyes almost flew out of their sockets and his gut flip-flopped. She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen in pink. The dress looked like it was made for her. He stepped forward to meet her at the foot of the stairs and slid his hand in his pocket. “Wow, Kat, you look beautiful.”

  He pressed the button on the remote. Kat jumped and stumbled.

  “I just wanted to make sure you had it in.”

  “You’re evil.” She grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. “How am I going to get through dinner?”

  “You’ll have to manage.” He smiled, took her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss. “Shall we?” J.J. led Kat to the door.

  “Yes.”

  He had a great time with the remote on the way to the restaurant.

  Kat shifted in her seat. “You need to stop, please.” Her face flamed the prettiest shade of red. “I can’t think straight.”

  When he pulled his truck up to the valet, a man jogged to the passenger side door and opened it for Kat. J.J. pushed the remote and she gasped and stumbled.

  “Are you all right, ma’am?” the valet asked.

  “Yes, I’m fine.” She shot him a look.

  He smiled back at her and handed the valet a tip. If Kat knew how hard he was, she wouldn’t have sent him such a dirty stare.

  J.J. watched her take a steadying breath and pressed the remote one last time before they went in. Throughout dinner, Kat and J.J. talked about work, family, town events and even politics, with a little buzzing action for good measure.

  They finished dinner, left the restaurant and retrieved J.J.’s truck from the valet. Now for the fun part. “Come sit next to me.”

  She slid across the seat and settled next to him. “I feel like a teenager.”

  “Maybe we can act like some teenagers.” He took the remote out of his pocket.

  “How? What do you have in mind?”

  He shot her a wink. “Do you trust me?” J.J. wanted her complete trust. Without it, you couldn’t have a lasting relationship.

  “Yes.”

  The one word shot righ
t to J.J.’s groin. He laid his hand on her knee and started to bunch up her dress.

  She slapped at his hand. “What are you doing?”

  He pushed the remote. She exhaled, her hand falling away. “I don’t think I have ever been this worked up.”

  J.J. slid his hand up her bare leg. Her soft skin felt like silk. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” His palm rested at the apex of her thighs. Joy and lust warmed his insides. “I love that you didn’t wear pantyhose.” J.J. traced his finger on the sensitive skin.

  “I wouldn’t have been able to wear these great shoes.” She bit at her bottom lip, lifted her foot and wiggled her pink polished toes.

  “Women think of the strangest things.” He pressed the button on the remote. “Wow, that’s strong.”

  “Tell me about it,” she sighed.

  He found the edge of her panties and slid his index finger under the elastic. The vibrations were even stronger. A small moan came from her.

  “You like this?” He fingered her swollen flesh.

  “Yes.”

  He found the plastic cord of the egg and tugged it.

  “J.J.”

  The rasp of her voice turned him on even more. “How does this feel?”

  “Exquisite.”

  He pulled out the egg.

  “Oh J.J.”

  The sound of his name on her lips drove him to the brink. He moved the vibrating egg over her clit. She stiffened. “Don’t come yet. I’ll tell you when to come.”

  She shifted her body. “Please.”

  He turned onto a dark and secluded side street. Every cell in his body sizzled and crackled. “Not yet.” His dick begged for release.

  “Where are we going?”

  His left hand squeezed the steering wheel. “You’ll see.” He used his right hand to stroke her with the egg.

  She squirmed under his touch. “If you don’t want me to come, then you need to stop that.”

  J.J. cupped the buzzing device into his palm, pressing it into her wet folds, and dipped his middle finger into hot flesh. She gasped. He pulled over to the side of the road. He put the truck in park and slid his hand out from under her panties.

  She moaned. Every nerve in his body was on fire. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked. Kat’s sweet essence erupted in his mouth. He shifted in his seat. “I love the way you look right now, all blurry eyed and flushed. You’re so beautiful.”

  “I want you inside of me,” she said.

  He leaned into Kat, kissed her forehead and smiled.

  “Stop being so sweet.” She nipped his chin. “I want it hard and fast.”

  He shrugged out of his suit jacket and started to undo his tie. “I think I can accommodate you.”

  “Did I tell you how handsome you looked tonight?” She helped him with his tie and the buttons on his shirt. “When I saw you in the foyer, my knees went weak.”

  J.J. yanked up her dress. “Thank God this thing doesn’t have buttons.” J.J. pulled it over her head and removed his shirt. He pushed her gently back on the bench seat.

  He lay on top of Kat and kissed her lips, cheeks and nose.

  She rotated her hips into his stiff cock. Her heat seeped through his suit pants.

  “Please.” She reached down and unbuttoned his pants. The sound of his zipper giving way filled the truck cab.

  She slipped her hand into his pants. “Silk boxers?”

  “Mmm.” He nuzzled her ear. “I didn’t want you to be the only one turned-on all night.” He ripped her panties with one violent tug.

  Fluid ran from her body. “God, I love when you do that,” she said.

  J.J. moved and was in her hot wet pussy in one thrust. “Now,” he yelled. “Come for me now!”

  She reared up and impaled herself on him. “Fuck me.” Kat pumped her hips in a frantic motion. “Please.” Her pussy convulsed as she exploded around his cock.

  “Come! Now,” she demanded.

  He stiffened, sharp desire thrumming through him. “Fuck.” J.J.’s dick pulsed and he let his wet heat fill her.

  “God yes.” She climaxed around him again.

  He floated back to earth and realized his mistake. He rested his head on hers, “I’m sorry.”

  She ran her hand over his back. “For what? That was fabulous.”

  “I didn’t have a condom on.”

  “Oh J.J.” She wrapped her arms around J.J. and hugged him tight. “I know I don’t have anything because I was tested for all the STDs when I was pregnant with Sam and I have not had sex with anyone since.”

  He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “I was tested in July after a condom broke. I was clean and I’ve always used condoms since.”

  She wiggled her hips. His cock stirred inside her. They moved together and took the fall into sweet bliss slower this time.

  Chapter Thirteen

  J.J. drove to his mother’s house with the taste of Kat’s kiss still on his lips. Last night was one of the best nights of his life and was worth the dent in his bank account. He turned onto the street where he grew up. His shoulders relaxed. He rolled his head and his neck popped. “Man, I don’t think I can let her go.” Unease swept into his middle as he pulled up to his mother’s house and parked. The Volvo convertible he had bought for her last birthday looked as if it just came from a detailing. He turned off the ignition and stepped out of the truck. “Hi, Mom. The car looks nice.”

  Alice opened the screen door to let him in. “Hello, Jared James.”

  His mother only called him by his full name when he was in trouble.

  J.J. stopped and noticed the disappointment marring her lovely face. He took a tentative step. “How are you this morning?”

  “I’m fine, and you?”

  He jogged up the three steps. “I’m good. “

  She grumbled something he didn’t understand and stomped into the kitchen. He followed her. The cheerfully colored space seemed to close in on him.

  “Sit down,” she demanded.

  Shit. What crawled up her ass? “What’s wrong, Mom?” He plopped in the kitchen chair and settled in for a lecture.

  “I just got a call from Heather Smith.” She sat down across from him and folded her arms over her chest.

  “And what does the town gossip have to say?”

  “Don’t play stupid with me. I can still put you over my knee.”

  His lips twitched. “Yeah?”

  “Yes. Did you take Kat Henderson out to the Sea View last night?”

  He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest like his mother. “Yes I did.”

  He had not seen his mother’s face turn that shade of red since she found Cara Carney half dressed in his bedroom when he was fifteen. She slammed her hand down on the oak table.

  A bowl of apples wobbled and an apple rolled out and tumbled to the floor. “That woman is too old for you.”

  Rage boiled in him, “Mom—”

  “Don’t interrupt me. That woman let her husband have other women. If a woman can’t make her husband stay home with her, then she is no good. Do you know how he died?”

  The rage inside him threatened to spew out. He knew his face turned red hot. “Yes, I know how he died.” The words punched out of him like gunshots. He had never raised his voice to his mother before.

  Alice wound down. “I hear she was dressed like a tart last night.”

  J.J. took a deep breath. “What I do, and with whom, is none of your business.” He said the words with an evenness he didn’t feel. “I will have you know that Kat is a wonderful woman. I’ve never met anyone like her. If I want to spend time with her, then I will. I’m a grown man, Mother.” Guilt hit J.J. hard and fast. He had never spoken to his mother like that before. He stood and went to her. “Mom, I’m sorry.”

  Her eyes filled. “Oh J.J. Do you love her?”

  “I think so. I have never felt like this. Sex with Kat…” He cringed at what almost slipped out of his mouth

  Alice slappe
d his arm. “I’m your mother. Don’t talk that way.”

  “Yes ma’am. Mom, I love you. I don’t want you to be hurt, but I am going to keep seeing Kat. I would like it if you would approve.”

  “Like you said, I have no say in what you do, I just want you to be happy.”

  “Kat makes me happy.”

  She stood and pressed her lips to his cheek. “Be careful, Jared James. You two are at different places in your lives.” Alice turned and walked out of the room.

  He walked outside to his truck, took his tools out of the back and wondered how different their places were.

  * * * * *

  J.J. strolled into the Shady Horse. After the day he’d spent working on his mother’s roof and doing repairs to her house, he needed a beer and Kat.

  She sat in a booth with Patty and Ron. Kat threw back her head and laughed at something Patty said. She sipped at her girly drink. His stomach clenched at the flush that rode up her face.

  The bartender walked over. Kat smiled up at Fred and her gaze landed on J.J. Man, she’s sexy.

  Fred chuckled and walked away.

  He ambled over to where they all sat. “Hi, guys.”

  Kat rose. “Hi.” She kissed him on the cheek.

  Ron wrapped his arm over Patty’s shoulder. “Hey, J.J.”

  Kat’s phone rang. She fumbled in her purse and looked at the display.

  “Get J.J. a drink,” she said. “It’s my mother.” Kat walked outside.

  He sat in the booth Kat just vacated. “Hey, how are you two?”

  Patty smiled and winked. “Good. We heard all about your night last night.”

  “All of it?”

  Patty rested against Ron. “Well, not everything, I’m sure,” she said. “Do you want to add anything?”

  He motioned to Fred. “No.”

  “You’re no fun.”

  Fred lumbered over to the table. “What can I get you?”

  “I’ll have a beer,” J.J. said, “and a shot of tequila for Kat, to help with the aftermath that is her mother.” He looked over to Ron and Patty. “Want anything?”

  “Just bring us another round, Fred,” Ron said.

  “You got it,” Fred said and walked away.

  He watched Kat march up to the table. “Guess what? My mother is coming the week before Christmas and staying until New Years.”