Body Shot (Last Shot)

by Kelly Jamieson

  As for jealousy…he’d never been jealous. But seeing her the other night with that dumbass had made him want to punch someone. Preferably that dumbass. Because Hayden was his.

  Whoa. Back it up, buddy.

  She wasn’t his and he wasn’t hers and neither of them had any reason to feel jealousy.

  Okay, they just needed to get things back on the right track. The fun track. “Babe. That’s what I’m here for…to show you how to do it. We’re just having fun, right?”

  She eyed him. He thought he’d been making progress in teaching her to let loose and live a little bit wild. Tonight it had hardly taken any coaxing to get her to lie down on the bar and let him do a shot off her stomach. But now she was back to straitlaced, buttoned-up, careful Hayden.

  He wasn’t sure why he was bothering, because he could easily have one of those chicks at the end of the bar in his bed tonight. If not two of them. He wasn’t used to working that hard to get a girl to go home with him. But for some reason he couldn’t let this go.

  Finally she answered, “Right.”

  He leaned way over the bar. “I’ve got a bottle of Don Alvaro Extra Añejo we can take turns licking off each other. You know you want to do that.”

  Her eyes darkened. “That might be a waste of good tequila.”

  “Fuck no. C’mere.” He wiggled his fingers at her.

  She leaned closer. Her eyelids had gone heavy and she was breathing a little faster.

  He feathered a kiss over her lips. “I’m gonna pour that añejo into the sexy hollow at the base of your spine and sip it from there. And then I’m going to drizzle some between your legs and taste you there too.” He kissed her again, keeping his eyes on hers. “And when you come I’m going to taste that along with the tequila and it’s going to be so fucking good.” Her breath hitched and he smiled. “Let’s go.”

  “N-now?”

  Satisfaction swelled in his chest. “Now. Grab your purse, gorgeous.”

  Hayden had walked from her place, so they both jumped into Beck’s car and made the speedy trip to his place. He pulled into a small garage attached to his condo, the unit a three-story, multi-level building. They entered from the garage and passed through his small utility room into the kitchen.

  Hayden looked around, moving toward the spacious living room. “This is really nice.”

  “Thanks. It’s decent. I bought it mainly for the view of the bay.” He gestured at the big windows and door onto his patio, though it was dark outside and nothing could be seen.

  “Your living room is huge compared to mine.”

  It was big enough for two sofas and three armchairs, big brown leather ones arranged in front of the stone fireplace, with ample room to move around them. “Do you want to know where I bought my furniture?”

  She shot him a startled glance. “Uh, no…Oh.”

  He grinned. “How about a tour of the bedroom?” He held out a hand.

  She moved toward him and slid her hand into his. “Is that where the tequila is?”

  “Yes.”

  “Wait, what? You keep tequila in your bedroom?”

  “Where else would I keep it?” He tugged her along with him down the hall.

  “Maybe…a bar. Or your kitchen…”

  “Or who the fuck cares.” He stepped into the bedroom and released her hand. “As long as we have tequila. Take your clothes off.”

  Her eyebrows shot up. “How romantic.”

  He let his head fall back. “Ah. You’re right. Damn, you make me crazy.”

  “I do?” She blinked.

  He moved up closer, so their bodies touched, and set his fingertips to her cheek. “You do.” He bent and kissed her mouth, slow and soft. “So. Fucking. Crazy.”

  He closed his arms around her and brought her tight against him. His dick strained behind his fly and her softness pressing against it felt both good and cruel. Her soft breasts crushed to his chest also felt damn good and the way her mouth opened to him made his blood sizzle in his veins.

  “All night,” he muttered. “All night my dick’s been hard for you. Making me crazy. You should be spanked for that.”

  Warmth flowed between her thighs and a small moan leaked from her lips. “You invited me.”

  “You had the nerve to show up all sexy and pretty.” He nipped at her bottom lip. “Then lift your top and expose that smooth belly so I could lick it.” He slid a hand into her hair, worn down and loose tonight, and he grabbed a handful of silky strands and held on tight, tipped her head for a deeper kiss. He slid his tongue into her mouth and found hers, then sucked gently on it. She moaned and clutched his T-shirt at the shoulder. Her back arched as he kissed her harder, bending her over his arm.

  Their mouths slid together, opened and closed in long, wet kisses. They both made sounds of need and pleasure. “Damn,” he groaned. “Hayden, baby.” He released her hair and slid both hands down to her ass, gripping and lifting her. She gave a little jump and wrapped her legs around him, her arms around his neck. “Oh yeah. I’d like to take you up against the wall, like this, hard and dirty.”

  “Oh God.” She nibbled his earlobe. “I’d like that too.”

  “But first…tequila.”

  Chapter 15

  Hayden huffed out a laugh and Beck strode toward his bed. He lowered her to the mattress on her knees and she smiled up at him as she reached for the hem of her tank top. He watched avidly. “When you pulled your top up, lying on the bar, I wanted to grab your hands and stop you.”

  “I wasn’t going to reveal anything.”

  “Like that sexy bra.” He eyed the pink demi bra, the plump flesh above the lace edge of the tiny cups, the little bows at the bottom of each shoulder strap. “Only I get to see that bra.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He rolled his eyes, his lips twitching. “Good girl.”

  “I should hate that,” she said, working open her jeans. “But it kind of turns me on.”

  “Me too.”

  She shoved her jeans down her curvy hips, exposing her panties to his view, another familiar pair, a pink thong with barely-there side ribbons. She went to her ass, shifting her legs to the side, pushing the jeans the rest of the way off, and he reached to help her. He whisked them away and tossed them onto the nearby chair.

  “Are those panties wet?” he asked in a husky voice.

  She gulped. “Yes.”

  “Perfect. Take your bra off.”

  She complied, revealing those gorgeous tits. Her hard nipples were begging to be sucked. But that would have to wait until later.

  “Lie down and roll over.” He twirled his index finger.

  “Arf.”

  A surprised laugh barked out of him. “Jesus. Okay, I’m sorry, that did sound kind of like I was talking to a dog.”

  “You’re bossy tonight.”

  “Yes. Yes, I am. Also impatient.” He lifted an eyebrow.

  With an amused curve to her lips, she stretched out on her stomach, arms folded beneath her head.

  Beck crossed to the dresser, where the tequila was. He wasn’t even sure why the tequila was in here. He grabbed the bottle and returned to the bed, dropping the bottle there. Hayden watched him with lust-hazed eyes.

  He reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt up and off. His eyes met Hayden’s again, and damn, the way she looked at him made him feel like…like he mattered. He wasn’t sure if anyone had ever looked at him like that before, even given the long list of women he’d fucked. Not even the girls he’d dated in high school before his parents had fucking interfered and scared them off.

  His skin tightened and his dick surged. He carefully drew down the fly of his jeans and let them drop to the floor, along with his boxers. Hayden’s gaze tracked up and down his body with worshipful hunger. Fuck yeah, he loved that. He could get addicted to that.

  He pushed that thought aside and climbed onto the bed, reaching for the tequila. “Here we go, baby,” he murmured. He positioned himself between her legs, unscrewed t
he cap, and carefully poured golden liquid into the little dip at the base of her spine, the one he’d pictured in his mind when he’d promised her this. Oh yeah. He admired the visual, her sleek back and rounded ass cheeks curving down into smooth thighs. Her panties barely covered her pouty lips. His mouth watered. And it wasn’t for the tequila.

  He bent to lap at the liquid, letting the spice and heat of it warm his tongue. He slowly licked it away, and kept stroking his tongue over her when it was gone, with measured, unhurried licks, focusing on the taste of the tequila, the warm scent of her, and her soft skin against his tongue.

  Her fingers gripped his duvet and he watched her toes curl in as he licked lower still, teasing her thong, then rubbing his lips over one smooth cheek. “Oh, baby. So pretty.”

  He poured more tequila, this time up between her shoulder blades in a narrow stream that trickled down to pool in that same place. Now he licked his way down, nuzzling her with his nose, pausing to kiss and nip. She shivered and moaned.

  “That’s it, baby. Moan for me. Want to make you feel good.”

  “I’m burning, Beck. And aching.”

  “Where are you aching, hmm?” He licked her lower back, then cupped her pussy. “Here?”

  “Yes. There…”

  “Your panties are wet, you hot girl, you.” He breathed in the scent of her arousal and his head spun. “I might be getting drunk.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. But not from the tequila. It’s you, baby.”

  “Oh.”

  He rubbed her pussy through the damp fabric of her panties. “Feel good?”

  “God yes.” She parted her legs wider to give him better access, and he smiled.

  “Good.”

  “When do I get to lick tequila off your body?”

  “Soon as I make you come, sweetheart. You want my fingers? Or my mouth?”

  “Uh…”

  He pressed his fingers harder against her clit. Instantly her buttocks clenched and her hips bucked. She let out a soft cry. “Wow.” He cupped her pulsing softness. “So hot, Hayden.” He looked up at her, but her hair was all over her face. He reached up to gently pull it aside, revealing one very pink cheek. Her eyes were closed. “Beautiful.”

  He eased her over onto her back and her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. He smiled into them, propped on his arms above her, then dipped to kiss her mouth. He ended the kiss with a brush of his tongue over her lower lip, and fell to his back beside her.

  “Okay, sweetheart. Have at me.”

  Her smile was lazy and sultry. She sat up and grabbed the bottle of tequila on the nightstand. She held it to her nose and lightly sniffed. “Caramel. And vanilla.”

  “Very good.”

  She went to her knees, kneeling beside him. He watched her carefully tip the bottle, and amber liquid landed on his chest. It ran down between his pecs, into the ridge at the top of his abs, down the groove in the middle of them, then trickled into his navel. Some dripped down his sides, probably not enough to make the bedding wet—he honestly gave no fucks about that, because Hayden was about to lick him all over.

  His body tightened and his hard dick twitched.

  With an appreciative hum, Hayden bent, and now it was her turn to drag her tongue over his skin, the middle of his chest, then his abs. She wet her fingertips in the tequila at his navel, and shock heated his veins as she rubbed those damp fingertips over his nipples. His tongue came out to wet his bottom lip in anticipation of her next move.

  His eyes fell closed as she licked one nipple, then gave it a quick suck. Fire flashed straight to his groin. She moved to the other and did the same and he couldn’t stop the noises that climbed up his throat.

  She glanced at him. “You like that?”

  “Yeah,” he choked out.

  She played there a little longer, poured more tequila and licked her way down his torso, stroking her tongue over taut abs, dipping into his navel, which also sent sensation straight to his balls.

  “Jesus,” he groaned. He was supposed to be teaching her how to play, yet here she was introducing him to new ways of torture. His balls drew up tight at the base of his cock.

  And then yes, sweet baby Jesus, she dribbled tequila on his dick, wetting his pubes. It trickled down over his balls. Electricity poured into his body, tightening every nerve ending. And then she licked again.

  Her tongue blazed up his shaft from root to tip, once, twice, a third time, wetting him thoroughly. She circled the base with her fingers and the top of his head blew off when she closed her mouth over the crown. “Mmm. You taste so good.”

  “Ungh.” His tongue and lips weren’t working properly.

  Sensation poured through him as she slid her mouth down and up, down and up, going lower, taking him deeper and deeper into her hot mouth. He made a noise that almost sounded like a sob.

  “My balls,” he said hoarsely. “Lick my balls.”

  “Mmmm.” She gave a swirl of her tongue to the head of his cock, then did as he asked, her little tongue playing over the skin, teasing at first.

  Her hair fell down around her face, and he reached out to gather it back so he could see. He fisted her hair, gently, not forcing her to do anything, but holding her in place. His skin prickled all over, hot pressure gathering hard and fast.

  She sucked one testicle into her mouth. His thighs tightened and his heels dug into the mattress. She played there longer, licking and sucking, and then returned to his aching cock, taking it deep into her mouth again, right to the back of her throat.

  “Goddammit,” he choked out. His blood pumped hot through his veins and coiling lust slammed all his senses. “Hayden, baby, gonna come…” He released her hair so she could make the choice of what she wanted to happen. “You can just use your hand…if you want…”

  But she kept sucking him, her hand firm on the base of his cock, her other fingers petting his balls and…“Fuck!” A fireball burst low inside him, heat burning through his body, sizzling up his spine, blowing every thought out of his brain.

  She took it all, and that was the hottest thing of all, how she swallowed, her mouth still on him until his body stopped jerking and his muscles began to relax, and then she lapped tenderly over the head. “Mmmm,” she said again. She peeked up at him through her eyelashes, hesitancy shadowing her eyes. “Was that okay?”

  He laid his forearm over his eyes, his chest heaving. He swallowed thickly. “Okay? Christ, no. That was, uh, insane.”

  She released him carefully. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Fuck no.” He lowered his arm and peered at her, noting the notch between her eyebrows. “Only in the best way. C’mere, angel.” He held out his arm and she moved toward him, stretching out on the bed beside him. He wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her closer so he could kiss her forehead. “I just need a few minutes before I can form words, ’kay?”

  He felt her smile. “Okay.”

  He wasn’t really sure of the words he wanted to formulate. His straitlaced little scientist kept surprising him and he wasn’t sure what that weird fizzy feeling in his chest was. It seemed doubtful that it would be heartburn when he’d never in his life had that ailment. All he knew was, he was keeping her.

  —

  “I want to hear you play guitar.” Hayden lifted her head from Beck’s chest, where she’d dozed off, floating on a cloud of warmth and sexual satisfaction, and peered at him.

  His eyes flickered open and met hers, a crease between his eyebrows. “Huh? Really?”

  “Yes.”

  He hesitated, then rolled out of bed to stroll naked to the guitar she’d just noticed propped in the corner of his room. He picked it up and sat on the armchair, settling the guitar on his thigh. His face wore a look of concentration as he plucked at the strings experimentally, then strummed a few chords. He looked up at her.

  She pushed up to sit cross-legged, tucking the covers under her arms, and smiled encouragingly. Cripes, watching him play guitar was sexy
enough, but doing it while he was naked? Her gaze dropped to his long fingers and how they curved around the neck of the guitar, veins and tendons standing out on the back of his lean hand. That was hot.

  He started to play—slow, sensual notes, moving into intro chords, his body and head moving to the beat of the music, the tempo picking up. Enchanted, she watched him wide-eyed, the music filling the room and stirring all her senses. A shiver worked down her spine. Beck’s face eased, his eyes dreamy and his mouth soft as he looked at his hands on the guitar. Her chest filled with warmth.

  The song slowed, then stopped. As the last chord faded away, she pressed her palms together in front of her chest. “Thank you. That was beautiful.”

  He ducked his head in an uncharacteristic move, but she caught the smile. He stood and set the guitar on the chair.

  “That’s it? That’s all I get?”

  He shrugged and returned to the bed. “It’s enough for now. You looking at me like that makes me want to fuck you again.”

  She laughed softly as he pulled her into his arms. “You’re really good, Beck. You should be a musician, not a bartender.”

  “I’m not that good. Believe me. But thank you.” He brushed his lips over her cheek.

  “What was that song?”

  “ ‘Fall for You,’ by Secondhand Serenade.”

  “I’ve never heard of them.”

  “What?” His shocked tone made her smile. “Well, we’ll have to rectify that.”

  “I can’t believe your parents didn’t want you to play guitar.”

  “Playing guitar was considered tacky. Vulgar.”

  “What!”

  “You have to understand my parents.” He paused. “My family owns Whitcomb Industries.”

  “Okay…” She’d never heard of it.

  “It’s a multinational corporation with subsidiaries in manufacturing, trading, and investments. Founded by my grandfather as a small sugar refining company. He grew it into a major food manufacturing company and branched out into a bunch of different areas. They own half a dozen companies, some big dairy farms. A European bank.”

  “Oh.” She thought that over. “So your family is rich.”