* * * * *
He followed her into the store, attempting to avoid looking at anyone from the heterosexual, male persuasion. It only served to bring him trouble and make him say something he might regret.
Cara was perusing the action/adventure section while he perused the asshole in the drama aisle, giving her the eye. He gave the fool the look of death. The jerk quickly slanted his eyes back to the video selections.
Breathing. He sucked in a gulp of air.
“You okay?”
He smiled through clenched teeth. “Fine, did you find something you like?”
“I think so. We’d better go, it’s getting late and The BEAST needs to be fed.”
The kid at the desk took the video from Cara and didn’t bother looking up until she leaned forward to look at the candy behind the counter. All of a sudden, high school boy was a man.
Like he just saw Jesus.
His face turned a fine shade of crimson, but his eyes remained glued to Cara’s breasts.
Asshole. He felt the tick in his jaw work overtime.
Alex leaned past Cara and fought to maintain his civility. “What do we owe you, buddy?”
The kid coughed and sputtered out, “Four-ninety nine, sir.”
Alex gave him a ten and told him to keep the change, ushering Cara out of the video store and back to the safety of his car before he shoved his fist down teen boy’s throat.
“I can’t wait to see this,” she said excitedly.
He couldn’t wait to get her the hell out of public.
* * * * *
The BEAST greeted them at the door with a hungry meow. Low and mournful, he swished his way between Cara and Alex’s legs.
Cara knelt to scratch his ears. “Are you hungry? I’ll bet, poor thing. C’mon, let’s go to the kitchen and see what I can rustle up.”
Alex followed her close behind, “Got the phone book? I’ll order that pizza.”
She grinned at him, “Just press one on the speed dial.”
“Ah, a girl who likes pizza.”
“With pepperoni if you like it too. Oh, and extra cheese.”
Cara dug around the cabinets for some cat food while he called the pizza in and pinched her ass playfully.
She kissed The BEAST on his raven tipped head. “You missed me today, didn’t you?” The BEAST rubbed up against her, arching his back upward into her hand. He noticed Alex and went to sniff him out.
Alex hung up the phone and scooped The BEAST up in his big arms. The BEAST nuzzled his chin and purred.
“Well, I see you’ve made quite an impression on my cat.” Her heart turned over in her chest. He liked animals, too…did he get anymore fabulous?
“How long before the pizza arrives?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Would you mind if I grabbed a shower?”
“Can I grab it with you?” His tone sent a shiver of desire right up her spine and back down to her nipples. She couldn’t get naked with him in the shower. Oh, damn, damn, damn.
Thinking…” Er…um…” it hit her like a bolt of lightening. “Someone has to wait for the pizza.” She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly. “You wouldn’t want me to starve cause we missed the delivery, would you? There’s a six pack of beer in the fridge too, to keep you company.”
He seemed to think about that for a minute, then squeezed her ass. “I couldn’t go on living if you starved,” he teased with a devilish grin.
Cara rushed off to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind her. She leaned against the bathroom door and took a deep breath.
This was getting harder all the time. She couldn’t go on forever, keeping him from finding out she wasn’t all she was cracked up to be.
“Daaaarling?”
Cara’s head snapped around to the left to find Simone, sitting on the edge of the sink.
“What—” Cara slapped her hand over her mouth, and lowered her voice. “What are you doing here,” she hissed.
Simone held up her bottle of blood-red, nail polish, waving it under Cara’s nose. “This, darling.”
“Well, could you give me some kind of warning? Like a big gust of wind, or bells clanging. Don’t they give you big puffs of swirling smoke, or something?”
“No, darling, not until we advance to another level of magic. For now, you’ll have to deal with us popping in and out.”
Cara grimaced at her, “I’m sorry, Simone, I’m just edgy.”
Simone leaned back against the wall. “Noooo, really? I’d have never guessed. What’s the matter, honey buns? “
Cara sagged against the wall. “It’s the shoes.”
Simone’s brow furrowed in obvious concern. “Do they hurt? What’s wrong with them?”
“No, Simone, they don’t hurt. It’s just getting harder and harder to keep from taking them off”
Simone gave her a wicked smile. “I see.”
“You see? You see? Is that all you have to say? That’s veeery helpful.”
Simone cupped Cara’s cheek and smiled that smile that oozed sensuality. “Do what your heart tells you to do, Cara, and that’s all I’ll say for now.”
Cara latched onto her arm, “But—”
“I have to go, darling, the girls are waiting. It seems they’ve managed to rustle up some fairy godfathers and well, time is wasting.” She cocked her eyebrow at Cara jauntily and winked. “T-T-F-N, love,” and with an air kiss she was gone.
* * * * *
The pizza was waiting for her on the table when she finished showering. Alex had some candles lit and he’d put out some paper plates and napkins. Her heart did that zing thing again. God, he was just too perfect and for the moment, he was hers.
Hers.
He gathered her up and gave her a long kiss, peeking down the front of her old nightshirt. “You smell so good.” He buried his face in her neck. “I see you have the bunny slippers, are your feet warm enough?”
Cara wiggled her slipper-clad feet at him. The eyes on the slippers shook maniacally, “My feet are fine. My stomach is another story. I’m starving.”
Alex pulled out a chair for her then sat down beside her at the table. He scooped up gooey slices of pizza dripping with cheese.
Cara dug in with zeal. A day in all that sun and being forced to spend it on a blanket wore a girl out. She could tell how much he loved the water. So did she, she only wished she could tell him that.
Cara sighed with pleasure, she loved pizza and she loved watching Alex’s mouth chew even more. “I had a great time today, Alex.”
“Even though you didn’t want to swim, and I behaved like a Neanderthal?”
She nodded, “I love the beach even without swimming and we’ll work on the Neanderthal thing.”
“C’mon, why don’t we eat this on the couch and watch the movie?”
They grabbed their beers and settled down on the couch with paper plates in their laps. Alex clicked on the TV.
“Ooooh, look, it’s Arnold. He’s cute,” Cara gushed.
“You like all those muscles?”
“Well, not as much as yours…”
“Finish that pizza, woman,” he said as he licked at the sauce on the side of her mouth.
“I thought we were going to watch a movie?”
He took the plate from her sliding it on the coffee table. “Arnold can wait. I can’t.”
“You, toy man, are a randy fellow.” Cara caught her breath as his lips hovered nearer hers. He clicked the remote, turning the sound down on the TV and throwing it to the floor.
He pressed her backward and laid his body over hers. Cara sighed as the hard bulge between those yummy thighs pressed urgently against the juncture between hers.
He sat up, kneeling between her legs and took off his shirt and jeans, then unbuttoned her nightshirt. The light from the TV caught his eyes, darker, she noticed, in passion. She reached up to run her hands over his chest. His muscles flexed and relaxed in response, his skin was hot to the touc
h and so damn soft for a man. Her fingers toyed with the flat disc of his nipples, watching them pucker beneath her touch.
Hovering over her, he nuzzled her neck, making her nipples tighten with anticipation. His tongue took a long swipe from her lips to her breast and she rose to meet the heat of his mouth. She raised her arms above her head and offered herself to him.
He groaned at her breast as they thrust upward between his lips. He laved a tight circle around the puckered flesh until she pulled his mouth to meet hers.
She slid her tongue into his lips, closing her eyes and savoring the taste of him. Moisture gathered between her thighs when she thought of what that tongue did to her. He played havoc with every nerve in her body when he slid down over her breasts and tugged at her panties. She lifted her hips and let him slide them down over her ankles to fall carelessly on the floor. Cara ran her fingers over the ridges and planes of his hard belly. Alex’s fingers drew small circles over the lips of her pussy, tracing the outline that was already wet with desire. His index finger whispered over her clit, running over it softly. She ached for his tongue to do the same.
His kisses trailed over her belly as he lifted her legs to circle his neck. Cara bit her lip when his tongue parted the moist folds and he let it rest alongside her throbbing clit. Her hands reached down to find his tongue. She slipped a finger alongside of it and fingered the small nub. He nipped at her, licking around her intrusion. His thumbs parted her and she felt the cool air graze her sensitive flesh. Cara’s hips bucked upward when he finally wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled.
She gasped for air, letting the slide of his tongue take over everything else as she writhed beneath his mouth. Hooking her ankles around his neck, she lifted herself higher when he pushed his hands beneath her and cupped her ass. The slow pinpricks of heat began in her breasts and worked with lightning speed toward her cunt. Slick with moisture he lapped at the exposed flesh, tasting and suckling as he kneaded her ass. Cara threaded her hands through his hair as she pressed his tongue to her one last time before she arched upward and came with a flash of light and heat to her pussy. She strained to feel every last lick, each caress, so that she had it to store away for another time.
Alex gently unhooked her legs and ran his lips lightly over her calves before he set them back on the couch, tweaking her bunny slippers with a smile. She brought her hands to his waist and nudged him in the direction of her lips. His cock was thick and hard in the dim light of the TV. The smooth skin stretched to the point of protest as the blue-veined surface literally pulsed. Cara pushed herself upward a bit to rest against the pillows and brought him to her lips, pressing his thick shaft upward to rest flush to his belly. Cupping his balls, she tilted her head sideways and ran her tongue along his long length.
Alex shuddered above her when her tongue made contact, cradling her head to his body, and moaning her name. She opened her lips and began slowly impaling the hot flesh, savoring the salty texture of his skin, letting her tongue explore every ridge. Reaching around him, she pulled him closer by clutching the muscled globes of his ass as she slid further beneath him.
He dipped his cock into her mouth as she met his thrusts with her tongue. Her neck arched upward straining to take all of him, laving the sensitive flesh just below the head of his shaft. His hips circled above her in short jabs until she heard his sharp intake of breath and he pulled away from the heat of her mouth.
Alex reached toward the coffee table, producing a condom and swiftly rolled it over his rock hard flesh.
“Aren’t you presumptuous?” She teased him as he lowered himself to lie over her trembling body.
“I thought I might be able to persuade you. Are you persuaded?” he whispered to her, sending a thrill of pure joy straight to her heart.
“I think I’m persuaded, toy man. So are you going to just lay there or do something about this pistol of passion?” She squeezed her hand between their tightly pressed bodies and tugged on his cock.
He groaned as he took her mouth and shifted his hips to find the slick, passage of her pussy. “I think my ‘pistol of passion’ is more than ready…”
Cara wrapped her thighs around his hips as he drove into her with a quick thrust. She gasped as he filled her, stretching her to completion. Her nipples scraped his chest as he rocked inside of her. Cupping her head with his hands, he devoured her lips, taking long licks at her mouth.
Alex pulled out, nearly leaving her body, only to thrust back into her in slow fluid thrusts. He slid into her with ease, gliding along her slick walls. She clenched her inner muscles, milking his shaft and thrilling to the sound of his loud groan.
“God, you’re tight…so damn wet and hot. I could stay in you forever and never have enough.”
His words sent Cara toppling over the edge and into an abyss of heat that spiraled outward. She lunged at him with her hips as she felt the tension build and she snapped, dragging his body close and arching into him as though she could climb inside of his muscled body.
Alex reared up, the tight muscles in his neck flexing with the strain of his climax. He shuddered long and lengthy with his release, calling her name and thrusting a final time.
Gathering her closer he hugged her to him tightly. She felt the press of his ribs against hers and the heave of their bodies as they struggled to slow their breathing.
She sagged beneath him, worn and sated. Cara cradled his head against her breast, running her fingers through his hair. She would never forget these moments with him.
When he was gone, she would keep this close to her heart and be thankful. Tears stung her eyelids. Blinking them back she squeezed her eyes tightly. No crying, she knew this had to end sometime. It was part of the deal. When it did, she would not look back.
If only knowing him hadn’t been this wonderful. If only a one night stand hadn’t turned into…she mentally clamped down on that thought.
No. No and double no.
“Hey, good lookin’, what’cha thinkin’?” he said against her breast. His low timbre cut in on her thoughts.
Cara ruffled his hair. “I was thinking that you really know how to use that ‘pistol of passion’.”
“Did you doubt me?” He said smugly, taking a last lick at her breast and withdrawing from her.
She ran her hand through her tangled hair, and began to button her shirt. “Well, if I had any doubts before, I sure don’t now.”
Alex reached over for his paper plate, “Hey, my pizza’s cold now. Look what you made me do.”
“Well I wasn’t hearing any complaints while you were schtupping my brains out, toy man, and you started it,” she accused with a grin.
“I did, didn’t I?” He laughed as he went off to the bathroom to clean up. She watched his yummy ass wiggle out of the room and sighed. He was too perfect to be believed.
The eyes on her bunny slippers wiggled crazily at her as she swung her legs over the side of the couch.
As though they were mocking her.
Chapter 9
They’d been dating for a month now. The big red circle on his calendar said so. Alex was as ready to make this happen as he’d ever been.
It was a love thing, no two ways about it in his mind.
He hadn’t vocalized it yet, but he planned to tonight. Reaching into his pocket, he fingered the diamond engagement ring and grinned like an idiot.
He wanted Cara to be his wife and he was as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof about asking her. But ask he would, because there wasn’t a doubt in his mind or heart. He was sickly in love and wildly in lust with this petite woman, who had coppery hair he loved to wrap his hands in when they made love and blue-green eyes that sparkled when she called him toy man.
If imagining her all this time had been good, then reality was even better. Better than he ever expected, she was all of the things he wanted in a wife and more.
He thought of her downstairs right now, and his cock swelled with hungry lust.
He’d have to tell h
er, of course. Tell her about his fascination with her, since long before the opportunity presented itself to ask her out. He ought to shake Carlton’s hand. He’d opened the door for Alex and Alex had come crashing through.
He’d called his brother Adam, last night to share what he hoped would be good news. Adam thought he was crazy, being a devout bachelor himself, but he wished Alex well anyway. Said he couldn’t wait to meet the woman who’d snared his brother’s interest for more than a New York minute.
Snared indeed. Tangled, tied into knots, and disrupted his every waking thought. Cara loved him, he was sure of that. Maybe she was just waiting for him to say it first.
He had no shame in being the first one to say the “L” word. He had no shame in telling her he thought everything about her was perfect, even her feet that were eternally cold. He definitely had no shame in telling her that he wanted to spend the rest of his life boinking her.
He grinned again. He was sure it looked all big and stupid, but he didn’t give a damn. Yup, he was in love.
Shifting in his chair, he picked up the phone on his desk and called downstairs to the cafeteria.
Cara picked up on the second ring.
“Hey beautiful, wanna have dinner?”
Her husky voice chuckled in his ear. “It’s only eleven o’ clock.”
“Is there a rule that says we can’t have dinner at eleven?”
“Funny, toy man. You just want to rush dinner so you can get in my pants.” She chided him.
Well, yeah. He mocked a long, heavy sigh, “Foiled again. How about seven? I’ll pick you up at home if you want to change after work.”
“Does macaroni and cheese require putting on my best dress?”
“Nah, tonight we’re doing something really special. No, don’t try and stop me, I’m going all out for this date. We’re having hot dogs on real buns!”
His heart clenched at her giggle as it crackled over the phone line. “Well then, toy man, I’ll find my best dress for just such an occasion.”
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