Kaufman: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 2)

by Nicole Edwards

  She shuts the door behind me, setting the bowl down at the same time.

  My eyes are locked on her as the tiny woman stalks me across the room.

  “Rewarding, huh?”

  My throat is suddenly dry. I don’t speak. Can’t.

  “I’m thinking you deserve a reward.”

  Now we’re talking.

  “I think you just might get laid tonight, Optimus,” she whispers seductively.

  “Yeah?” Holy shit. Those few words, said in that raspy tone, make my dick rock hard in three seconds flat.

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Pizza first?” I really don’t give a shit about the pizza anymore, but I’m sure the pizza guy won’t be happy to be stood up.

  “They usually take a little while. Being that it’s Halloween…”

  “I like where this is going.” I fall onto the sofa, reaching for her and pulling her into my lap.

  “You dishing out any of those Optimus Orgasms tonight? If so, I’ll take one.” Her smile widens, teeth flashing. “Or ten.”

  And just like that, all the awkwardness is gone.

  There’s no foreplay, not even much kissing. Noelle tugs off her shorts while I unbutton my jeans and shove them down to my thighs. She then snags the condom right out of my hand and quickly rolls it over me. Before I can take a deep breath, she impales herself on my dick, lodging me all the way inside her.

  “Oh, shit,” I exhale on a sharp moan. “Damn.”

  “Mmm.”

  She’s rocking her hips, driving me right out of my mind with the motion of her body, the way her pussy squeezes me. I want to drag this out, but I don’t. I fully intend to make it up to her later, but right now, I get the feeling Noelle wants hard and fast.

  So that’s exactly what I give her. My only objective is to make her scream my name.

  And I don’t even give a shit if the pizza guy hears her.

  Noelle

  “I’M PRETTY SURE I’VE NEVER eaten pizza in the nude before,” I tell Spencer, fighting the urge to fidget.

  After he made me come, we had only a couple of minutes to clean up before the pizza guy arrived. When the doorbell rang, Spencer ordered me to stay put or I probably would’ve been able to get dressed.

  “I think it’s now my favorite thing to do with you,” he says, taking a bite, his gaze roving over me.

  Of course, I’m the only one naked. Spencer had to get dressed to answer the door, and apparently I’m not as skilled at talking him out of his pants as I thought I was.

  “Yeah?”

  He seems so smug, sitting on the other end of the sofa, watching me. But two can play at this game.

  Turning slightly, I let my right leg fall to the side, resting against the back cushion of the couch. It’s a daring move, one that puts me in an extremely vulnerable position. Luckily, he gets what I’m after, because heat flares in his eyes, and he discards his plate instantly, setting it on the coffee table.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, realizing I’ve tempted the beast.

  He stretches out on the couch, his head between my thighs, his mouth only inches from my pussy.

  “It’s Halloween, right? It’s time I get my treat.”

  When his mouth lowers, the warmth of his tongue sliding over my sensitive flesh, I manage to toss my pizza to the coffee table, too.

  “Have I mentioned I like Halloween?” I ask breathlessly, sliding my fingers into his silky hair as I hold him to me. “Oh, God. That… Keep doing that.”

  His tongue flicks over my clit, doing a slow, sensual dance that makes my skin tingle. The man has a wicked mouth, I’ll give him that.

  Spencer continues to eat me, driving me right out of my mind, pushing me to the edge, then sending me shooting straight over, a strangled cry passing my lips.

  “Is that three?” he asks, lifting his head from between my thighs.

  I can hardly breathe, but I manage to shake my head. “Two.”

  “Liar.” He gets to his knees, then moves over me, forcing me onto my back beneath him. “Number two was with my fingers while you were searching for paper plates.”

  Oh, right.

  “Must not’ve been memorable.”

  “Witch,” he hisses, his mouth coming down on mine. I can taste his smile, his hunger, mixed with the spicy hint of pepperoni. “I’ll show you memorable.”

  Spencer sits up on his knees, unbuttons his jeans, and then pushes them down. He has to maneuver to take them off, and when he gets to his feet, I take the opportunity to reach for him. My hand slides around his cock, already hardening once again. Sitting up, I find myself in the perfect position to take him in my mouth.

  “Oh, jeezus … your mouth, Noelle. I fucking love your mouth. Suck me, baby.”

  His hand slips into my hair, his fingers tightening as he pulls me forward. I groan, but not in protest.

  “Fuck… I wanna come down your throat.”

  I meet his eyes, willing him to do just that.

  His hands tug on my hair, pulling me off of his cock.

  “Lick my balls,” he whispers, holding his dick up while he pushes my head lower.

  I fondle his heavy sac with my fingers, then suck him into my mouth, using my tongue to tease and torment. His groans echo in the room, ratcheting up my excitement. Oral sex has always been something I thought of as a take-it-or-leave-it kind of deal. Except with Spencer. It’s a heady sensation knowing that I can drive him crazy like this.

  He guides his cock back into my mouth, his fingers tightening in my hair. I work him, trying to send him over the edge, but he pulls back again, stopping me at the last second.

  “Changed my mind,” he rumbles, his voice rough. “I want to fuck you. Stand up.”

  Getting to my feet, I stare up at him, waiting to see what he’ll do. He grabs a condom from the stash I placed on the table earlier, then signals for me to turn around. I pivot, now facing the couch while I feel him sheathing his cock behind me.

  “Bend over,” he instructs, his words still deep, rough.

  As I reach for the back of the couch, he grabs my hips and thrusts inside me in one quick move that nearly sends me hurtling into the wall. I manage to catch myself at the last second.

  When he smacks my ass, I squeal, heat blooming inside me. “What was that for?”

  “For your sassy mouth,” he grumbles, impaling me harder, deeper.

  I make a mental note to keep being sassy. I kind of liked that little slap. Might be something to explore further.

  I don’t have time to think on it now, though, because Spencer begins fucking me in earnest. The angle of his cock hits exactly the right spot. “Harder … please … right there…”

  His hips plow into me, my elbows locked to keep from going into the wall head first. Not that I’m complaining because… “Oh, my God!”

  A deep, dark growl sounds from behind me, and for whatever reason, that sends me soaring, my orgasm cresting, waves upon waves of sensation crashing through me.

  And Spencer follows me right over with a dark and dangerous, “Fuck … yes…”

  Noelle’s Journal

  Dear Universe,

  I got nothing. Seriously. Nothing.

  24

  Noelle

  Sunday, November 6th

  IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME since Ellie and I had time to simply hang out, drink wine, and talk about boys. We’re really only talking about one boy, but that’s okay. She seems quite content to share the juicy details about her first time with Kingston. And me, being the best friend, am definitely not above listening.

  “And then?” I urge. “Was it fantastic? Phenomenal? Earth-shattering?”

  “Something along those lines.”

  The woman’s holding out on me, but I fully intend to tease her about it.

  “I’ve never
understood why the two of you haven’t bumped uglies already.”

  “That sounds really disgusting.” As usual, Ellie blushes. She’s so easy.

  “What else?”

  “Nothing else.”

  “Oh, come on.” I know there’s more. There’s always more. “If you fucked Mount Rushmore, I need deets. Right down to the size and shape.”

  Personally, I don’t care for her to get that detailed, but like I’ve said before, messing with Ellie is entertaining. I love the way she bolts upright, choking on her wine and making a perfect save at the same time.

  “Was it big? Small? Thin? What about the head? Short? Long? Wide? Does he have big balls? Does he shave? Is he circumcised? Surely he is.”

  “Big.”

  Of course she would say that.

  “Big big? Or mediocre big?”

  “Huge big.”

  I fight the urge to laugh along with Ellie. It’s not hard when I instantly think about Spencer. Ellie and I could never have this conversation as it pertains to what he and I have been up to. I mean, ew. Ellie would be grossed out if I tried to share those details.

  “So, long and thin? Short and fat? Long and fat? God, I hope he’s long and fat.”

  Ellie’s frown is priceless.

  “For your sake. Geez. Does he manscape?” Your brother does.

  My best friend nods and I can tell she’s now thinking about Kingston’s penis.

  “Where’d you do it?”

  “Shower.”

  “Oh, lordy. Shower sex?” I had shower sex. With your brother. Not full penetration, but it counts in my book.

  “Mm-hmm. Fucking great shower sex.”

  I think she’s drunk, which is double fun for me. “Did he screw you against the wall?”

  “Yep.”

  Your brother fucked me against the wall. And the door. And… I pull myself from my reverie and say, “Then what?”

  “Then we finished our shower, he grabbed his bag from his truck, got dressed, I walked him to the door, and he went to practice. I went about my business. We haven’t talked about it since.”

  “You just booted him on his sexy ass? Then ignored him all week? That’s cruel.”

  She doesn’t say anything, but that’s okay. I can carry this conversation all by myself if I have to.

  “God, I love shower sex.” With Spencer. And again, because I can’t say that, I add, “It’s been so long since I had shower sex.” Like two days.

  By the way, turns out, we can have shower sex despite our height difference. The man proved it to me. Nicely.

  “It’s better if you have a man for that.”

  “Girl, I’ve got a drawer full of toys that keep me quite satisfied.” That isn’t a lie. I just don’t tell her that Spencer has taken a liking to my toys as well.

  “Toys, huh?”

  I sip my wine and nod.

  “I’m betting those toys aren’t nearly as good as the real thing.”

  Depends on who you’re with. “It sounds to me like you might be gloating. Are you gloating? You shouldn’t be gloating. Not with sex-deprived best friends in the same room.”

  “I thought you were quite satisfied.”

  Trust me, I really, really am. And I’m not sex-deprived. That’s a lie. One I’m okay with. “I am. I’ve got my super max dildo, a rather enticing clit vibrator, a—”

  Ellie chokes, her face turning bright red. “I get it. You’ve got enough to fill every orifice.”

  “And then some. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? You’re so prim and proper, you think your vag was only made for flesh-and-blood cock.”

  “I do not.”

  Liar. “Oh, cut the crap. You’re such a prude. It’s shocking that you have a kid.” God, I love messing with her.

  “Hey, I’ve had great sex in my life. Just … limited.”

  “Tell me how many times a guy’s used a vibrator on you. Or a dildo. Or anal beads.”

  “That doesn’t mean I haven’t had great sex.”

  I pause for a moment, trying to decide if she could be telling the truth. Based on all the things Spencer and I have done in the past few weeks, I’d have to say that it might be possible. There have been plenty of times that Spencer has rocked my world without using toys.

  “What?” Ellie questions.

  “When’s the last time you had sex? Before the goalie god?”

  “Couple years ago?”

  “See, you even phrased it as a question. You don’t know. And then the goalie god goes and screws you against the wall and you kick him out on his ass. Such a waste.”

  “And what do you suggest I do?”

  I use my wineglass as a pointer. “I say you let this man teach you a thing or two. You liked sex with him, he’s not asking you to marry him, so girl, go after it. Fuck his brains out and let him return the favor. Experiment. Invite a dildo into the bed with him there. Live a little. Shit. You’re only thirty-four, but you’d think you were sixty-four.”

  As I say the words, I think I might just take my own advice. Seriously. If I stop making this harder on myself, I can probably have a lot of fun with Spencer. He seems more than willing.

  “Experiment, huh?”

  “Yep. You’ve already agreed to be his pretend girlfriend, so why shouldn’t you reap the benefits? We all know Mount Rushmore is kinky. Everyone says so.”

  “Everyone?”

  I dismiss her comment with a wave. I’m just messing with her. “Let him kinkify you. And then, if you can walk away from him after that … we’ll all know you’re irrevocably broken.”

  Now that I think about it, it’s possible I’m irrevocably broken. Because one minute I’m planning to screw Spencer’s brains out, and the next, I’m trying to find a way to keep my distance from him.

  Although, I’m not doing a very good job of the latter.

  Which means I should go with option A.

  Spencer

  WHEN AMBER TEXTED ME A little while ago, I was at the gym, trying to wrangle my mind into submission. It usually helps, and I suspect I was well on my way to a relative sense of peace if not for the interruption. She didn’t summon me with dramatics, which I appreciated. Her text merely said: My ex tried to break in. I wasn’t home, but the door is messed up and he left a note. Do I call the police? Or should I just call my dad?

  I responded letting her know I was only a few minutes away, so I’d come check on her, and yes, I believed the police needed to be called.

  Now that I’m here, I’m not sure that she even realizes what’s going on. The woman’s a hot mess, which tells me that this is some serious shit. If she’s this worked up, I know this guy is bad news.

  “Do you want me to call my sister?” I ask because it seems like a logical thing to do. Maybe Ellie can soothe her, talk to her. I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to say to her.

  “No. Please don’t. I don’t… I don’t want anyone to know.”

  That’s probably been the problem all along. This guy who claims to love this woman has alienated her from the people who matter to her.

  “Okay. Then will you at least sit down?” Mostly because she’s making me nervous the way she paces back and forth across the room.

  “I can’t. I’m too freaked out.”

  “The police are on the way, Amber. There’s nothing you can do until they get here.”

  When I arrived, I found out that Amber’s ex—the asshole, as she refers to him—did attempt to break into her house today by using a crowbar on the front door. Luckily, she’s got a pretty sturdy lock. That or someone saw him and scared him off. The fool had the audacity to leave her a note, clearly not worried about the repercussions.

  “Did you call your dad?” I ask, watching her move back and forth across the room.

  She looks
like she’s going to come clear out of her skin.

  “Yeah. My parents are on the way.”

  “Good. And they’ll be staying here?”

  Amber nods. “They wanted me to come there, but they know I can’t do that. Since they’re retired, they said they’d like to come here for a few weeks.” She forces a smile. “I’m not sure how great that’ll be, but I’m not going to tell them no. Right now, I … don’t want to be alone.”

  I can understand that.

  A knock sounds at the door and Amber jumps.

  Christ. She’s making me nervous. “It’s the police. I’ll get the door. You sit.”

  Without waiting to see if she listens to me, I make my way across the room. Sure enough, there are two uniformed officers standing on the front porch—a man and a woman. I briefly explain what Amber told me, then let them into the house. They both eye me suspiciously as they move through the living room.

  Because she needs to get a restraining order against this asshole, I insisted that she call the police. With a police report along with the note Will left, she’ll hopefully have the leverage she needs. Personally, I don’t know how all that works. According to Amber, she had a restraining order on him in Florida, but apparently that doesn’t mean anything here. I also learned that it never stopped the guy before.

  The fact that the crazy bastard followed her all the way to Texas proves he’s a little unstable. I have yet to get more details from Amber about her relationship with the guy. I know they were married for over ten years, but other than that, I haven’t pried into her business. She doesn’t like to talk about him, and quite frankly, I can’t blame her.

  It’s late and I want to head over to Noelle’s, but I don’t think that’s in the cards tonight. I’m not sure if she expects me, but I grab my phone to send her a text anyway.

  Spencer: I’m…

  As I’m typing, I realize I don’t know what to tell Noelle. Do I say that I’m at Amber’s? For some reason, I don’t think that’ll go over well. I’d rather explain the details to her face-to-face. At least that way, I’ll be there if she gets upset. The sheer fact that she might tells me I really need to tell her where I am.