“Sutton doesn’t care who you are,” I said, moving in closer to her, letting my body fill the space of the open door. “He wants what he wants, like any man. And he wants you…”
“I only accepted the job,” she said back softly, looking me straight in the eye. Hers were brilliantly green, her pupils large and dark in contrast. “Simply because a man wants… doesn’t mean that he gets…”
I stepped in closer and she shifted her legs aside to allow it. Her slim skirt wouldn’t let her part her legs, but the male instinct in me knew, that given the freedom, she would have…
“What is it you want, Emi?” I asked, letting my hands slip from her waist to rest on her warm thighs. “A good little girl like you… sweet as a sugar cookie, just waiting to be tasted…” I heard her breath catch again and felt the last of my resolve slip away. “You smell of honey… and cinnamon,” I breathed against her hair. Waves of heat were coming off her skin, through her clothes and I smiled… pleased with the effect I was having on her… and knowing it was wrong… “What is it that you want?”
“I want… I want…,” she breathed out as I ran my fingers down her thighs, down to her knees and the edge of her skirt. “I like when you touch me…,” she said, almost so quietly I didn’t hear. The street sounds were loud around us… people kept moving past, talking on their phones and to each other. The whole world moved fast all around us. Only the few inches of space between our bodies held a tense and exquisite stillness…
“It’s not safe,” I said softly, running my bottom lip along hers and tasting sugar. “We’re right on the street… here in public.” I ran the tip of my tongue over hers and felt her fingers bite into my shoulders. I leaned in enough to let her hard nipples graze my chest and felt my own shudder roll through me. Before I had a chance to catch myself, I slipped one hand under the hem of her skirt. My fingertips slid up between her legs until I reached silky wet panties. Her lips were already swollen and pushing against the thin fabric. ‘Tell me no,” I whispered against her mouth. “Tell me now, or I won’t be able to stop…” I felt her tongue seeking mine and groaned, knowing I should pull away but powerless to do so. “...Stop me,” I begged.
“Don’t,” she said, the word pursing her full lips against mine. I froze for a single heartbeat…
Then she reached down and caught the edge of her skirt and pulled it up higher. Her creamy thighs pressed together, trapping my hand where it was. “Don’t stop,” she begged me. “I want you to…”
I kissed her hard, straining my chest into the soft fullness of her breasts. I ached to push her skirt up to her waist, unzip and bury myself inside her. Instead, I let my fingers slip under the elastic of her panties and plundered her mouth as I pushed two long, demanding fingers slowly inside her. She was sweet and dripping wet… I was knuckle-deep in an instant and she was gripping me hard, with her thighs and her pussy. The sound she made drove me on… that perfect sound a woman makes when her need is finally filled… I wondered what sound she’d make if it was my cock buried deep…
“Oh, god… Chase…,” she gasped out, between kisses. I caught her bottom lip in my teeth and held her as she rocked her hips against my hand. I kissed her neck, the hollow under her ear… and reaching a discrete hand under her sweater to cup one round breast. I ached to suck her, but satisfied myself with working her harder with my fingers. She was like velvet inside, soft and warm. If not for the people around us, I would have spread her legs wide, gone down on my knees, and taken the taste I hungered for so badly.
“Is this what you need, Emi?” I asked, finding the spot inside that made her writhe. I stroked it hard, pulling my fingers up with every stroke out and then pushing in deep and working her clit against my knuckles. “Is this what you needed… when you saw the girl at the party…? Did you want to be the girl getting fucked behind the bar?”
I pushed in deep and was rewarded with a warm gush of slippery fluid. I leaned back only enough to look into her face, to see how badly she needed what was building inside her. Her eyes glittered, her body tense and straining into my hand. She looked into my eyes and I could see what it cost her to keep from crying out. She bit into her lip and I ached to hear the sounds she was holding back, ached to see all the flesh I didn’t dare uncover… I felt her body stiffen in my hands and felt the spasms begin deep up inside her. As badly as I needed release of my own, I pushed her instead. Hard, unrelenting… I wanted to push her over the edge… I put my mouth to her ear and felt her clench my fingers, her muscles rolling the length of my fingers and I gasped the question against her hot, damp neck…
“How does it feel… being the bad girl for once? Spreading your legs and taking your pleasure… where anyone could see…?”
18
Emily
“Oh, my god… stop, please. I… can’t…”
His hands disappeared in an instant, but he stood his ground, his face inches from mine. For a moment I wasn’t sure… if he stopped because I’d asked him to… or if he’d stopped because he’d realized how reckless this was. A car horn honked, and a noisy crowd of college students swept by. No matter the reason, the moment between us was over and I was left disheveled and overheated, thrumming inside… still on the very edge of an orgasm that had only just begun. And he was looking at me with an expression I couldn’t even begin to read.
“I’m sorry,” I stumbled over the words, trying to shift my skirt back down where it belonged… only partially aware of how humiliated I would feel later on, once I could breathe again. “I never should have… I’m not the kind of girl who…” I shook my head, letting my hair fall in a curtain between us. I could feel my cheeks burning, my lips swelling where I’d bitten them…. Where he had bitten them… My pussy was throbbing along with my heartbeat and my knees were shaking. I pressed them together to steady them, and almost cried out with the sensation.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” he said, stepping back once I was covered again. “It was unforgivable of me.” He raked a heavy hand through his dark hair and drew his shoulders back. I could still feel the heat between us and the almost magnetic pull of our bodies. But when I glanced up, his dark grey eyes were unfocused, looking into the distance without seeing… I wanted to reach out and touch him. I didn’t dare...
“I’m no fucking angel, Emi,” he said, turning those stormy eyes to mine, “I’ve done a hundred unforgivable things in my life. But I swear I’m not like Sutton. Not now. I should have known better…”
“I wanted it,” I said, finally taking a full breath and letting my shoulders begin to relax. “I just didn’t… I didn’t think I could…”
“Climax on the side of a busy street?” he asked, very quietly. He smiled and some of the tension between us started to fade.
“I’ve never…”
“I know,” he said, taking my hand. “I can’t deny the excitement… we both felt it. I can still feel it, just under the skin… in the pulse beating here in your hand.” He licked his lips and I felt another wave of dizzying desire. “But this is hardly the place for a girl like you.” He leaned closer and I could feel his lips brushing against my ear. “I want more from you than a few stolen moments and a few inches of skin.” His voice was deep and seductive… and my close call was still humming away right under the surface.
“We need a quieter place for what comes next,” he said darkly. “I want to know the sounds you make when I finally take you over that edge. I can feel it inside you now… waiting to be set free.”
He pulled back just enough for me to see the hunger flare in his eyes. “Let’s start over,” he whispered. “Hold on to what you’re feeling right now… Let it simmer… and ripen… just a little while longer. I’ll pick you up for dinner on Friday night.
There’s a very special place I want you to see…”
“Hey, how’d it go?” Reese was unloading the dishwasher when I opened the door, but took a moment to stand up and rub her knuckles into her lower back. “Is Mr. Hotshot gonna make
all our dreams come true?”
I must have taken too long to reply. She tipped her head hard to the side and opened her eyes wider. “Sutton… The party…? The freaking cake of the century…?”
“Yes… yes, of course.” I grabbed an apron and tied it over my skirt. It was hard enough facing Reese, as flustered as I felt. There was no way I was going upstairs to change. I didn’t dare face Gran.
“Not only did we get the job, we’re getting it for three times my asking price. He likes the cake idea, just as we presented it. Over-the-top decadence, and the focal point of the evening.” I dug into a stack of paperwork, trying to focus. Sutton’s party was hardly more than two weeks away, the bridal shower for Amelia’s friend was coming up on Sunday. And right now, all I could think about was Chase… “We still need to finalize the menus with Becca.”
“I scheduled a phone conference for tomorrow at nine,” Tam said, popping up around the corner with a smile. “We’ll get the loose ends tied up and get it done,” she grinned. “Who would have thought that one party could open the door to a whole new world for us… And did I hear you right? Three times the fee…?”
I nodded, feeling flushed and excited all over again. “We’ll all be seeing nice paychecks a month from now,” I answered, while my heart fluttered in my chest… and lower down, in my core.
“I think you’re right, Tammy,” I said, letting a sudden rush of heated anticipation wash over me. “It does feel like a whole new world…”
19
Chase
I was halfway to the cabin when my phone rang, jolting already overstimulated nerves and a sense of urgency that had me lead-footing the gas. I eased back and pulled off the road, irritated that what I needed most would have to wait a little longer. It sure as fuck wouldn’t wait until Friday night… I fumbled for my phone and answered without looking.
“Chase,” Sutton’s voice was too close, too smooth. “So how was she?” he asked. “And why the fuck didn’t you set a wager on her?”
“I’m not in anymore, and you know it,” I said, clenching my jaw. “What the fuck were you doing, anyway? Watching us from the goddamned window?”
“From the street, actually,” he answered casually, undisturbed by my outburst. “Right across from the workplace and in broad daylight… I’d have put down fifteen thousand against, all on my own. If I hadn’t gone for her myself…”
“Fuck you, Sutton,” I shot back, well beyond simple anger now. “I’m not competing and she’s not a fucking pick. Not for me...and sure as hell not for you.” I only just managed to keep my voice down. “You leave her the fuck alone. In fact, leave us both the fuck alone.” I could hear his soft laugh as I spoke. And just before I hung up on him, I heard him answer back.
“I’ll see you at the party, Chase,” he laughed, the confidence in his voice more infuriating than I could bear. I threw the phone onto the seat behind me and ground the gas, leaving black rubber on the road and a cloud of dust behind me.
By the time I got home, the rage I’d aimed toward Sutton had turned inward and was a slow and steady burn in the center of my chest. I’d fucked up by touching Emily and I knew it. Worse still, it had only stirred the embers I’d been trying to extinguish for more than a year. One touch of the sweetness waiting between her thighs had my need for her raging out of control. I’d been seconds from giving in, from sliding into the van beside her and leaning in to taste her the way I needed to. It had taken everything in me to stop when she’d pulled away. Even when I knew damned well that she deserved so much better…
I tossed down a cold beer in two long swallows and headed out into the fading twilight. “I was right, wasn’t I, Emi,” I said out loud, watching the tall tops of the trees sway gently overhead. “You’re still innocent to all this… no matter how it excites you in the moment. But you need a man who can give you what you need… Deep and lasting and meaningful. Not a fast, hard fuck in the back of a goddamned van.”
But even as I said the words, my cock stiffened at the image. The fact that she’d stopped me, right on the edge of a climax that would have left her ready and shaking had only excited me more. She was a delicious, fucking challenge like I’d never experienced before. And the challenge was as powerful and erotic a factor in the game as any other…
I unzipped my confining jeans, finally free to give my painful cock the room it needed. Getting Emily so close to climax had done the fucking same to me. The cool air hit my hot flesh like a touch and my muscles clenched… my cock bobbed heavily, insisting on release.
I knew I had to stop whatever was happening between me and Emi in its tracks, before it got dangerously out of hand. Oh, I could still have dinner with her on Friday, but not at the club where I’d intended to take her… with a crowded dance floor and dozens of dimly lit seating areas. It was almost too easy to fuck a girl there. No, I’d bring her up here to the cabin instead. It would be a real chance to start fresh with her… a chance to get to know her, instead of just a chance to get inside her. The sick truth was, that she’d be less of challenge to me here, with the two of us alone together. It had always been easier for me to resist a woman when the thrill of getting caught was gone. It was like I’d always wanted the danger of being seen, more than I’d actually wanted the woman herself. It was fucked up, I knew, but I needed that excitement… And Sutton was counting on it, to lure me back in. He’d made a point of targeting Emi, no doubt because he wanted her, but mostly to ensure that I showed the night of his party. He was using her, as a gauntlet to throw down in front of me.
I’d been watching him for the last year, as he ramped up… taking bigger and bigger risks. I was dead sure he had a night planned that would take even his extremes to the extreme. He would force me to attend, if only for damage control. Because even when I’d been in the game, it had always been me drawing the final lines, calling it over, when the risk was too great. But Sutton had made it personal now. He knew I wanted Emily… and he wanted her too.
I peeled off my shirt, in spite of the chilling air, and sat down in an old wooden Adirondack. I spread my legs out on either side and my naked rod stood straight, wet on its huge dark head, waiting… waiting…
The last of the seasons crickets chirped lazily in the silence, as I tried to sort the riot of emotions inside me. Somewhere deep down, I knew that my first priority had to be keeping Emily safe from the Competition. If I couldn’t talk her out of taking the job, I’d have to show up at the party to keep Sutton at a safe distance. Sorting out whatever other feelings I was having would just have to wait. But it frightened me, more than I cared to admit even to myself… because no matter how determined I was to keep Emi safe, I wasn’t entirely sure if the greatest danger came from Sutton… or from me. Or how much of the desire I felt was simply the longstanding habit of competing for the win… But so long as I just didn’t touch her again, what did it matter…?
So I just imagined leaning down under the tablecloth… at the club on Friday night. It was a fantasy that I could never fulfill, but still, I could almost see her, almost feel her creamy smooth thighs under my palms as I knelt under the table, hidden from everyone but her. I would spread her sweet thighs apart and ease her little panties down to the floor. While she watched the dancers on the floor and struggled to keep a sweet look of innocence on her face, I would pull her hips to the edge of the seat and use my mouth to open her up to me. She would taste of honey and spice as I licked up every drop of her sweet desire…
I wrapped a hand around my rigid cock and pounded myself to a climax that emptied me. Every spasm, every rhythmic pulse heightened my sense of her… until I was sure I could feel her, sure I could taste her. No matter how wrong I was for her, I wanted every thick jet to be coming inside her… deep inside her frantically clenching, sweet and delicious pussy… I needed her to want it.
I wanted her to love it…
20
Emily
Friday
“Emily… Emily…!”
Gran�
��s shrill voice had me rushing to pour her coffee and grab up a few of the crossword puzzle books she liked. I’d tossed and turned most of the night… the last several nights in fact.
Thank god for work. Organizing, shopping and prepping for Sunday’s bridal shower had almost been enough to keep the last few days moving along. Almost. But nothing had been distraction enough to make me forget about Chase’s fingers, or how close I’d come… to coming…
I’d been carrying that around with me ever since, aware of a brand new kind of hunger inside me, a new sensitivity. Somehow it seemed like it belonged not only to me, but to Chase as well. And it didn’t seem right to finish alone, what we’d begun together. So I had carried it with me for days… this ripe, tingling sense of anticipation. And nothing had dulled its edge. Not even the dread of having to tell Gran I would be going out again tonight…
“Breakfast, Gran,” I said, as cheerfully as I could. “I’m sorry I can’t stay while you finish,” I added, helping her to sit up and setting her tray over the blankets. “Mrs. Williams will be here by eight to help you with your bath and take care of lunch.” I watched her frown from under my lashes. “You remember, we have the bridal shower coming up in a couple of days…?”
“I remember,” she said, annoyed. “And you’re busy. Too busy to take care of your own grandmother.” She sipped her coffee and stirred in another spoonful of sugar. “May Williams is an old woman and a gossip,” she grumbled under her breath, “although she does play a decent game of rummy…”
I smiled to myself as I took a fresh nightgown out of a drawer. Both widowed long ago, Justine and May had been devoted friends and neighbors for the last forty years. Neither was a young woman anymore. And their competitiveness at cards was nothing less than legendary in our building. They were more alike than either cared to admit. They shared a deep and grudging affection…
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