Torrid Teasers Volume Three
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"Who said it was an inheritance? I worked for every dime I have and through wise and prudent investments, I have enough to last me the rest of my life. Of course, I don't live extravagantly, but I'm happy and that's all that counts."
"What about a social life?"
"I'm not much of a socializer."
She cocked an eye. “Come on, who is the real Lucas Williams? What did you do to make so much money at such a young age to ensure you that you'll never have to work again?"
He grinned. “You don't recognize me?"
"Should I?"
"I suppose not unless you've seen the magazine and television ads I've done for men's underwear."
"Oh my God! I knew there was something familiar about you.” Her heart thudded at the memory of those TV ads with his bulging muscles and the way he filled those underwear. She was certain his body caused many women to fantasize about him. “So, I suppose you've rented this cabin for a couple of weeks to get away from the city?"
"No, I really do own this cabin and land."
"Why Western New York?"
"Why not? It's the opposite of New York City, and believe me, after living there, this is heaven."
"Even now with this blizzard?"
"Even now. I have everything I could possibly need right here.” He smiled. “Sometimes it's nice to get away from the craziness for a while and spend time alone with yourself. You'd be surprised what you can learn about yourself if you take the time to figure out what makes you tick."
The lights flickered, then went out.
"Don't worry,” Lucas said, grabbing a flashlight from his back pocket. “I'm always prepared,” he stated before disappearing and then reappearing seconds later with an array of candles and matches. He lit the candles and set them around the room, placing a large one in the center of the coffee table.
"How long do you think the power will be out?"
"It's hard to say. Could be hours or days. From the looks of this storm, though, I'd guess days."
He was even more gorgeous in the flickering candlelight. It took all of her willpower not to leap over the table and throw herself at him. Her heart beat erratically as she imagined his hands gliding over her naked flesh and teasing her nipples until she thought she would explode.
"Are you okay?"
She felt the wetness between her legs. Her face reddened. “I'm ... I'm fine.” She hoped he couldn't see her flushed face in the flickering candlelight. From the expression on his face, she knew he had. She picked up her spoon with a trembling hand and continued eating.
"Are you warm enough?"
"Yes,” she truthfully answered, even though she didn't tell him that the intense heat that was engulfing her was not from the romantic fire crackling in the fireplace, but because of him. She buttered a piece of bread and took a generous bite. “Don't tell me you baked this bread from scratch, too."
He laughed. “Yes, I did. Okay, my secret's out. I love to cook and bake.” His eyes sparkled. “I'm hoping to open a small restaurant ... a family type place."
"If all of your meals taste as delicious as this one, then you should be quite successful."
"Thank you. Whenever you're down this way again, you have an open invitation for dinner on the house."
They finished their meal in silence. Every so often, Kayla stole glances at him. She wanted him and one way or another, she intended to have him.
"Let me help clear the table.” She picked up the bowls.
"Be careful. Let me get you a candle."
Before he'd finished the sentence, she tripped and fell, and the dishes crashed to the floor.
He was quickly at her side.
"I'm sorry,” she whispered.
"No problem.” He gently helped her to her feet. “Are you all right?"
"I think the only thing injured is my pride."
Lucas picked her up in his strong arms and gently laid her on the couch. His hands moved to her ankles where he lightly touched them. “Nothing appears to be broken."
She closed her eyes as he continued running his fingers softly over her checking for broken bones. She wished he'd never stop. She was aroused and let her fantasies take over her conscious mind. She didn't realize she was moaning until she heard him call her name.
"Kayla, what hurts? How can I help?"
She couldn't tell him that only one thing would cure the intense pain between her legs. She was soaked. She wanted him ... no, she needed him. She reached up, pulling him closer, clutching at his back. If he wasn't going to make a move, then she would.
"Let me help you sit up. Can I get you anything?"
She felt his warm breath on her cheek. He was so close.... but maybe he wasn't attracted to her, or he was involved with someone. There was only one way to find out.
"Lucas, do you find me attractive?” Her heart thudded.
He hesitated.
"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have asked you that.” Humiliated, she turned her face away from him. “I'm tired. I'll sleep here ... I don't want to take your bed from you."
He sat down on the edge of the sofa. “Kayla, you didn't give me a chance to answer your question. You are a beautiful woman and I am extremely attracted to you. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to keep my hands off you?"
She heard the frustration in his voice, but kept silent.
"I've wanted you since I saw you lying on the side of the road, but how would you have felt if I had tried to seduce you? You might have become terrified being trapped in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with a man who intended to have you, knowing no one would hear your cries for help. All sorts of scenarios went through my mind. So I figured I'd play it safe and do nothing more than offer you my hospitality."
"I'm a big girl, Lucas.” She turned to face him again. “I want to fuck you. Are you turned off by my bluntness?"
"No, just a little surprised. I'm not bragging, but I've had women from all walks of life throw themselves at me. The sad truth is, though, they never wanted me the man, all they cared about was being with the underwear man."
"I'm not them. I was attracted to you before I even knew who you were."
He breathed a sigh of relief. “So where does this leave us?"
She propped her head on a hand. “Wherever you want it to."
Without hesitating, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to his darkened bedroom, the only light coming from the dying fireplace. He laid her on the bed. “I wish I could see your beautiful body, but since I can't, I'll have to feel it and imagine what it looks like naked."
She pulled him down on top of her and eagerly sought his firm lips, hungrily searching for his tongue as his expert hands slowly removed her clothing. He broke the kiss and removed his own clothing.
As his naked body lowered onto her, Kayla wrapped her legs around him. His hardness pressed against her and she shivered in anticipation. He nibbled on an earlobe and she dug her fingernails into his back, pressing her body tightly against him. He quickly rolled her over, his arms wrapped tightly around her and caressed her ass, moving down, a finger teasingly close to her pussy before slipping a finger inside her.
Kayla rode his finger like it was a cock. She was on the edge of coming when he abruptly pulled his finger out of her dripping cunt.
"Slow down, baby, the best is yet to come,” he whispered as he coaxed her off of him and onto her knees. She moaned when he fondled her breasts in his large, warm hands.
"Tell me what you want,” he said close to her ear, rubbing the tip of his cock in the crack of her ass.
"Fuck me,” she hoarsely replied.
He caressed her baby soft, shaved pussy with his hands as he continued to tease her ass with his cock. She pressed her ass tightly against him until he finally spread her lips apart, her juices wetting his fingers, then slipped two inside her, teasing her clit.
Kayla thought she'd explode with desire as she rocked against him.
"Ah, a bucking bronco,” Lucas said as he slowly enter
ed her.
Kayla moaned and screamed with desire as he rode her with steady, even strokes, at the same time working her clit with his fingers.
"Oh my God!” she screamed as she came, soaking his fingers. “Don't stop,” she pleaded.
"Never,” he groaned as he pushed himself deeper inside her, his strokes becoming quicker and more intense.
Kayla screamed again as she climaxed for the second time. Lucas's breath quickened as he exploded inside her. Panting, he nuzzled her back for a minute as his breathing returned to normal.
Kayla eased herself down on her stomach keeping Lucas still tightly inside her.
"You're quite a woman, Kayla,” he said, then kissed her neck.
She contentedly sighed.
He gently pulled out of her and Kayla immediately felt the emptiness and hoped they'd make love again.
He turned her onto her back and kissed her deeply, then moved his lips to her throbbing breasts, sucking one, then the other.
Kayla's hands moved over his strong back, then to his firm, hard ass. He raised his head, meeting her eyes as their lips met once again.
He lay next to her holding her in his arms as he ran his fingers through her long brunette hair. “Are you always this hot?"
"Only with the right man."
He laughed softly as he touched her vagina. “I love a shaved pussy."
"So do I,” she replied as she spread her legs. “Fuck me again.” She stroked his cock until he was ready.
He rolled over, grabbing her ankles and spreading her wide open before thrusting his rock hard cock inside her once again.
* * * *
Later, they lay exhausted, wrapped in one another's arms.
Kayla snuggled against him, hoping that this wouldn't be just another one-night stand, but not wanting to ask for anything more for fear of losing the magic they'd found together. “That was wonderful."
Lucas sighed. “You're one of a kind."
"So what are we going to do to pass the time during the blizzard?” she teased, running her hands over his smooth broad chest. “I have a few suggestions."
"Are you afraid of cabin fever?"
"I don't think that's something we'll have to worry about."
"I love a woman who isn't afraid to go after what she wants."
"In this case, I got much more than I expected,” she said stroking him.
"Now comes the tough part,” he said, looking into her wide brown eyes. “What are your expectations of me now that we've been intimate?"
"Now that we've fucked, all I expect is to remain your fucking buddy until the blizzard passes. I'm not putting any pressure on you to make me your exclusive woman. Don't worry, I won't stalk you."
"What if I stalk you?” he said with a wide grin. “Maybe I want to be more than just your fuck buddy. Maybe I'd like to see where this leads."
"In that case, I accept.” She rolled on top of him, teasing his cock with her pussy.
CAREFUL WISHES
by
Sherrill Quinn
Donovan Miles crouched behind a stack of pallets. Mutters from members of the joint investigation squad came across his headset. A deep voice rasped, “What the hell is she doing here?"
Another cop cursed. “Somebody get her out of here. Where's Don?"
His gut tightened. Somehow, he knew who they were talking about. Adelaide Langdon. His Laidy.
Instinct was confirmed when his partner growled, “God dammit. Don, get her the hell out of here before she fucks us up."
Donovan swore under his breath. “Where is she?"
"Comin’ your way. About ten more feet and she'll be right beside you."
Glancing through the slats of the pallets, he saw the bright green of her T-shirt in the dim lights of the warehouse. He swore again. Little nitwit, doesn't she know better than to go skulking around in neon-colored clothes?
He was just about to step from behind the pallets when he heard the click of a hammer being drawn back on a gun. He froze. In horror, he heard their target say, “Well, well, well. What have we here?"
Adelaide's indrawn breath was sharp and loud. Donovan peeked around the pallets and saw her standing still, hands raised with palms out. Her face wore a look of fear mixed with bullheaded determination.
He clenched his jaw around a shout of frustrated fury. His heart beat a fast rat-a-tat against his ribs as fear tightened his gut. Damn it. She was going to get herself killed. To save her, he'd have to blow an operation that was two years in the making. There was no question he'd do it, but there'd be hell to pay.
For him, and her. Once he got his hands on her.
"I'm looking for a client's dog. A black Lab named Spanky."
"Spanky, huh?” Domingo Ramirez walked a lazy circle around her, stopping at her back. He slid the gun barrel along the side of her neck. “And what's your name?"
"A-Adelaide. Addie."
"Spanky the dog and Addie the bitch.” He fisted his hand in her hair and yanked her head back. “How ‘bout I spank you, hmm? Would you like that?"
Donovan quietly drew his weapon and thumbed off the safety. He'd put a bullet through the bastard's head before he let him hurt Addie. He'd only just found her; he wasn't about to lose her now.
After a few months of friendship, last night, they'd taken their relationship to the next level. His cock twitched at the memory of the sex they'd shared. It had been so much more than ‘just sex.’ It was something he'd never felt with a woman before.
She muttered a few words, too low for him to understand, drawing his attention back to Ramirez.
"You gotta be kiddin’ me,” the drug dealer scoffed. His hand jerked in her hair and she cried out. “You think I'm stupid?"
"No, really. It's the truth. Spanky told me he was here."
"The dog talked to you.” Ramirez's voice was thick with skepticism.
"Yes."
Quiet snickers filtered over Donovan's headset. His jaw tightened to the point where he figured he was about to grind his teeth into dust. He felt his face heat with a blush, and he cursed softly. He hadn't blushed since he was a teenager, and now ... Now, his girlfriend was making him look like an idiot in front of his colleagues.
It was history repeating itself. First his mother, now his lover. He glanced skyward. Why me?
"The dog talked to you?"
Donovan understood Ramirez's disbelief. He felt it himself. God, he'd bedded the woman and had no idea she was as big a flake as his mom. When he got her out of this, she owed him an explanation.
"Yes. He's just over there.” Addie pointed to a spot that would take them past Donovan's hiding place. “Please, he's scared and he's hurt. Just let me go to him."
Ramirez seemed to consider her request. He pursed his lips and nodded, though a snaky smiled played around his mouth. “You know what? Let's go see this dog of yours. If he's there, like you say, maybe I'll let you go. But, if there's no dog...” He rubbed the gun along her neck again.
"He's there.” Addie's voice pitched a few notes higher.
Donovan tightened his hand around the grip of his revolver. “Follow my lead,” he murmured into the sensitive microphone by his lips. They had one chance to do this right.
Addie and Ramirez drew near and, when they were just past him, he jumped Ramirez and threw him away from Addie. Immediately, five other cops surrounded the drug dealer, weapons drawn, voices shouting.
"Stay down!” This from Donovan's partner. “Grimaldi, read him his rights."
Ramirez struggled in the hold of the men cuffing him. “You got nothin’ on me."
Addie ran to Donovan and wrapped her arms around him. He drew her into his embrace, feeling the tremors that shook her slender body. “We've got plenty.” He jerked his head to one side. “Get him out of here."
Donovan waited until the men were far enough away, then he jerked off his headset and walked a few paces away. He drew in a few deep breaths and turned to face Addie. He didn't even know where to begin.
Not the least of which was that she'd put herself in danger.
Her eyes narrowed. She obviously didn't care for his tone. Too damned bad.
"I am here to find my client's dog.” She enunciated very clearly. “Like I said."
"A dog that talks to you."
If she narrowed her eyes any further, they'd be closed. Donovan could tell she was getting angrier by the minute, but that was fine by him. He was the wronged party here. She should have told him.
"Yes. A dog that talks to me. You got a problem with that?"
"As a matter of fact, I do.” He snorted a disbelieving laugh. “I mean, listen to yourself, Laidy. It's a crock of bull.” Just like it had been with his mom.
Her nostrils flared and she poked him in the chest. “Just because you can't see something doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
"I don't believe in all this mumbo jumbo. If I can see it, hear it, smell it, then it's real.” He rubbed his chest where she'd poked him and crossed his arms defensively so she wouldn't be able to do it again. There was a lot of power behind that slim little finger.
"You believe in God, don't you? When was the last time you saw, smelled or heard Him?"
"It's not the same thing.” He was right in this, and he wouldn't let her put him on the defensive.
"It's exactly the same thing.” She stared at him, then threw up her hands. “Fine. You believe what you want. But I need to get Spanky back to his human companion.” She looked at him a moment longer. Shaking her head, she walked around him and back deeper into the shadows of the warehouse.
"There you are, baby. Yes, I know. You're okay now."
Donovan heard her speak softly, then she came back toward him with a black Labrador limping at her side. The dog wagged its tail slowly, looking up at her with clear adoration in its gaze.
"Oh, for Christ's sake.” Donovan put his hands on his hips and scowled down at both of them. “Laidy, you can't honestly expect me to believe this. I mean, I know you have a thing for animals, but come on!"