Lace & More

by Tanya Kelly

  “I would need to get home and at least change.”

  “I like my shirt on you. Maybe I should keep you prisoner in my house with nothing but my shirts to wear.” He passed her another dish and leaned over, kissing her at the same time. It was a feathery light touch that still managed to make her toes curl. He wasn’t at all what she’d expected. Yes, she’d assumed mind-blowing sex and he’d delivered and then some. But she hadn’t foreseen liking him this much. He was fun and easy to be around and he genuinely seemed like he wanted more of her company.

  Lacey had to be careful because even after one night together, this resembled dating and relationship stuff. Reilly wasn’t relationship material. Sure he was gorgeous, oozed sex appeal and fun to hang with. But he was also bossy, in a sexy way which she kind of liked. Okay, enough, she scolded herself. He’s too young. There was no denying it. She knew way too well the results of getting seriously involved with a younger man. Her mom had—

  “Penny for your thoughts?” Reilly interrupted.

  “Um, just thinking about what a mighty fine ass you have.” Lacey lied, not wanting to divulge her true thoughts. She smiled and snapped the towel against his butt except it didn’t go as lightly as planned. The towel was a bit damp from the dishes and made a slapping sound as it hit him. “Oh my God,” she squawked. “I’m sorry. I meant that to be a small flick.”

  “Sweet Jesus, woman. You are going to pay.”

  His eyes sparkled with humor and he grabbed her with wet hands. Lacey squealed with laugher as he tickled her. She tried to get away but he pinned her against the fridge and cupped her bare ass.

  “How should I make you pay?” he murmured before lowering his lips to the sensitive spot on her neck. Lacey’s only answer was a whimper as his pressed his hard cock against her naked pussy.

  Reilly’s lips closed over hers, his tongue plunging deep inside her mouth. With his hands on her ass, he scooped her up and she wrapped her legs around him.

  He pulled his lips away and looked at her with hooded eyes. “So far I’ve fucked you in my bed and in my shower. Still a few rooms left.” He carried her to the adjacent dining room and used his leg to push the chair away before laying her down. Lacey gasped when her ass touched the cold surface. Reilly grinned and positioned her legs up on table as well.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you in here.” He placed a hand on each of her knees and spread her legs wide open. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his knees. “I guess it was good I grabbed one of these.” Lacey laughed as he put it on.

  He pulled her to the edge and grabbed her by the ankles. The table was the perfect height. He positioned himself at her wet slit. While holding her legs in place, he thrust into her.

  “Your pussy feels so good.” He pumped his cock into her again only this time he crossed her legs as he penetrated her and Lacey squeezed her thighs. The feel of his cock thrusting in her while she squeezed, set her clit on fire. Her nipples hardened and her breath hitched in her throat.

  “You like that?” Reilly uncrossed her legs and thrust again. Before she could answer, he re-crossed them and rammed into her hard.

  “Fuck, yes,” she cried out as spasms took over her body. She closed her eyes as she felt like she was combusting from within.

  “Oh God,” she cried. “Yes, don’t stop.” She heard his low chuckle as he continued crossing and uncrossing her legs while fucking her. All that squeezing with the deep penetration had her hurtling toward another climax. She arched her back. “Harder,” she cried.

  Reilly crossed her legs and kept them that way as he fucked her. “Look at me, Lacey. I loved watching you come.”

  Lacey moaned as she squeezed her thighs together again. Her gaze locked on his, she tugged at her hardened nipples and cried out as her orgasm rocked her body.

  “Fuck, I love the way you tighten around me when you come.” Reilly groaned as his cock erupted inside her.

  Afterward, he picked her up from the table and carried her to his bedroom. He went to the bathroom to take care of the condom and Lacey stretched her sated body. She wrapped herself in the duvet and closed her eyes. Minutes later, she was sound asleep, a small smile on her face.

  Chapter Five

  “While I like the pink slippers, this is even cuter.”

  Reilly smoothed a stray hair from her face, referring to the warm but unstylish hat adorning her head. It was beautiful sunny afternoon but the wind made it cooler. They stood in line waiting their turn to get on the mountain coaster.

  After their nap, Reilly had made some toasted tomato sandwiches and fed her again. Actually that was a lie. Lacey had fed herself first with his delicious cock. She’d woken up on his chest and her hand resting low on his belly. She looked up and found him sound asleep. Sheesh, he even made sleeping looking sexy with his full lips relaxed and his impossibly long lashes fanned on his face. He was out like a light so she’d lifted the blankets for a peek. Although not fully erect, he was still well endowed. Lacey’s mouth watered at the sight.

  She fluttered her hand softy against the smooth skin of his penis and watched in fascination as it grew. Boldly, she stroked it harder, feeling her pussy moisten.

  “I was just dreaming about this,” his deep voice floated over her and she guiltily pulled her hand away. “Except in my dream it was your mouth.”

  A smile curved Lacey’s lips. “You woke up too soon. I’m getting there,” she replied before lowering herself to take his full length into her eager mouth.

  She sucked and stroked him until his body tensed and he came in her mouth. Then he kindly returned the favor—twice.

  Finally, late afternoon, after their sandwiches, they’d made it outside. They’d stopped at Lacey’s house so she could change into some warmer clothes. Reilly had convinced her to try the mountain coaster at the ski hill.

  She was both excited and nervous. Upon closer inspection, once it was their turn to get on, she realized that two people would be a tight fit. Reilly suggested she sit in the front to see better and he would control the brake.

  After she sat down, Reilly moved in behind her, his legs on each side. Exhilaration coursed through her at their proximity. Her buttocks and back pressed firmly against his chest and other parts. The light scent of his soap enveloped her as he leaned forward, bringing them even closer. Was is her imagination or was he rock hard against her?

  Imagination or not, tingling sensations shot through her body and Lacey leaned back into his broad chest. The ride started off slow, winding down the mountain. Everywhere she looked was beautiful, pristine white lined slopes with tall trees. The scene was breathtaking and sitting there, cocooned between Reilly’s muscled thighs, Lacey smiled, knowing this was a memory she’d forever cherish.

  The coaster gained speed, zipping down hills. She laughed out loud during one particular dip, feeling like a kid again. Reilly chuckled behind her. A few more stomach turning drops had her hooting and hollering.

  Once it was over, she couldn’t stop smiling and took Reilly’s hand as he helped her off. They walked away from the track back toward the village still holding hands and talking about the ride.

  “That was fun. Thank you for taking me.”

  “You’re welcome. Glad you enjoyed it.” He stopped and she faced him. “It was beautiful, but not as beautiful as you right now with your hair windblown and your cheeks all pink.” Reilly ran his finger over her cheeks and her stomach did a little flip.

  Lacey stared, mesmerized by the touch of his fingers on her face and the sound of his voice. His hand traveled lower, running over her bottom lip.

  “I really want to kiss you right now.”

  She tilted her head upward in invitation and his lips descended hungrily on hers. They made out, oblivious to their surroundings until they heard a whistle and some chuckling.

  Some teenagers not too far away stared and pointing. Lacey let out an embarrassed laugh. She’d been lost in the kiss and forgotten they we
re in public.

  “I am hard as rock from having your delicious ass against my cock for that whole ride,” Reilly whispered huskily in her ear.

  “I’m pretty wet from feeling it against my ass,” she murmured back boldly. Her voice sounded throaty and breathless. Lacey had no idea who this sexy, brazen woman was, but she liked her. She wasn’t going to analyze this. Only enjoy it and live in the moment.

  He groaned and nipped at her earlobe. “We’ve been out of the house for about an hour and I already want to take you back. I cannot get enough of you and your dirty mouth, woman.”

  Lacey giggled and pulled away. “Hello, you promised to help me find a place to live.”

  “Dammit, I did.” He took her hand and steered her toward the village. “Come on then. Let’s get started.”

  * * * *

  They went to a cozy coffee shop in the village and ordered some lattes before sitting down with the local paper to scan the listings. Reilly should be working on some of the orders for his designs but he didn’t want to end his day with Lacey. He enjoyed her company and not just for the amazing sex, although he’d thoroughly enjoyed that.

  Already, thinking about her lips on his cock or buried inside her made him hard again. He shifted in his seat and tried to focus on the paper. “What kind of place are you looking for and any areas in particular?”

  “I like the area where Kim lives, but it would also be nice to be closer to the store so I could walk over. I figured we’ll both be working long hours as we have been the last few months getting everything ready.”

  “Are you looking for an apartment, a house, or a condo? How many bedrooms?” he asked, scanning the listings. Anything to avoid looking at her luscious lips, which did not help soften his raging hard-on.

  “A house or a condo. I’d like some yard because I love my gardening time,” she replied, her green eyes sparkling. “At least two bedrooms but three would be better for resale eventually.”

  Reilly pictured her working in her gardens wearing some cute shorts and tank top on a hot summer day. She had amazing legs but her generous tits might spill out of a tank top. Sweet Jesus, down boy, he instructed his cock, shifting uncomfortably again.

  “What made you decide to move here from Toronto and open this store?” Reilly asked.

  “I needed a change,” Lacey replied and averted his eyes, taking a sip of her drink. “Anything interesting in the paper?” she asked.

  Okay, he got the hint. She didn’t want to talk about it.

  “What did you do for a living in Toronto?” he pushed, trying a different subject, curious about this beautiful, intelligent and mysterious woman. He wanted to know everything about her.

  “I worked for a bank as a branch manager.”

  “That’s a big change. Working at a bank to opening up a swimwear and lingerie store,” he persisted. All he knew about her was she moved here from Toronto and she and Kim were opening the store. She was a bit older than him and this bugged her which made him Mr. Wrong. Reilly found this strange in today’s day and age. She was also beautiful, sexy, funny and great in bed. But for some unknown reason, he got the feeling she was holding back or hiding something. He wasn’t used to a woman who divulged so little about herself.

  He waited patiently, hoping she’d fill the awkward silence and tell him about herself. Instead she just nodded and changed the subject. “What about you? That must have been a big change from Ireland to Canada?”

  His hackles rose when she clearly steered the conversation away but he ignored the warnings for the time being. “It was hard adjusting at first. I missed my family and my accent was quite thick. No one understood me.” He remembered those days and how lonely he’d been for his friends and family, desperate to cave and go back. But he’d moved here with the hopes of making a name for himself in the furniture business. In Ireland, his designs didn’t sell the way they did here in a flourishing economy.

  “I think your accent is sexy.” Lacey grinned and he smiled. “When did you move here?”

  “Almost four years ago now. There wasn’t much work in the town I’m from at the time and the economy wasn’t great. A friend was already here working at the pub. He helped me come over and set me up with the job.”

  “You must have a lot of fun bartending at the pub.” Reilly arched his brow. Lacey smiled pleasantly but he detected sarcasm in her tone. “I mean, I’m sure lots of guys would kill to bartend at a pub packed with beautiful woman every weekend,” she added.

  Was she fishing for information on his sexual past or just curious? Maybe jealous? Most of the women who came on strong at the pub were bored housewives, wealthy businesswomen, or young snow bunnies. They saw a good looking bartender with a sexy accent. That’s it. Nothing more. They didn’t feign interest in his life, only his skills in the bedroom. He hoped Lacey was different but he wasn’t sure. She seemed to be doing everything to keep it purely sexual between them.

  And he wanted more. Reilly had learned his lesson the hard way when he’d first arrived in Beechfield and met Erica. Fuck! He’d been so stupid and naïve. After that bitter pill, he’d done exactly what Lacey was thinking. Slept with a bunch of different woman, most of the time not bothering to even learn their names. But nor did they care much about his name or his dreams or anything about his life. Most of the woman who aggressively sought him out at the bar were looking for a good time, no strings attached great fuck. He’d been more than happy to oblige.

  Or so he’d thought, but it had gotten old quick. He loved sex as much as the next guy but he wanted the whole package. He wanted to settle down, share his life with someone. Have some kids. He wanted what his best friend Nick had with Julia. Or what his parents and sister had in their marriages.

  Reilly had held back when Lacey asked about his furniture because he’d wanted to see if she’d make the same assumptions as every other woman. He wasn’t just a bartender playboy on the lookout for a great fuck. It had been some time since he’d went home with a woman from the pub like he did that night with Lacey. Something about her had captured him. He only hoped she was different.

  Realizing Lacey waited for an answer, he said, “Yeah, it can be fun and sometimes it’s exhausting.”

  “I’ll bet,” he heard her whisper.

  “Listen, Lacey. You may think working at a bar means I take home tons of different women but nothing is further from the truth. I did when I first started but more to combat the loneliness and being homesick. Going home with you the other night was a first in a long time.” Her one eyebrow arched and he saw the look of disbelief on her face.

  “It’s true. But there was something about you from the moment you walked in. I wanted you, yes, but it’s more than that. I like you Lacey. I want to see you again and get to know you.” He smiled and took one of her hands in his.

  Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak. Reilly waited. Then she blinked, her face unreadable as she pulled her hand from his. “I’m sorry, Reilly, but that can’t happen. It’s just, um, we’re just not right for each other. I thought this was a one…” her voice trailed off awkwardly.

  “A one night thing?” he finished for her. A stab of disappointment tore through him. The one woman who’d finally gotten under his skin in a long time wanted nothing more than his cock.

  Lacey didn’t reply but slid her eyes away.

  Reilly put down his half drank latte and stood up. He couldn’t sit here drinking coffee and acting like everything was fine. He’d gotten his answer. Except he was a bit surprised at how much her rejection stung. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”

  * * * *

  Lacey closed the door shut behind her after a false smile and wave to Reilly. She leaned on the wall letting tears sting her eyes before kicking off her boots and throwing her purse down. She’d known this was a one night thing and in fact, that’s all she wanted from him. Then why was she upset? Dammit. She wiped the stupid tear away angrily and threw off her coat, hat and mittens in a messy pile. She
’d pick them up later. Right now, she needed wine.

  She found Kim at the kitchen table working on the computer with papers strewn all over. Paperwork was not Kim’s strong point. She had the personality for sales and dealing with people while Lacey’s expertise was paperwork, reports and anything non people related.

  “Hey.” Kim lifted her head from the laptop. “Get me a glass of whatever you’re drinking and tell me about your sleepover.” She chuckled and winked.

  Lacey went to the kitchen to open a bottle of red and poured two glasses. She put one down beside Kim and took hers to the couch where she plopped down.

  “Hmmm, thanks” she said distractedly before finally closing the laptop and turning her attention to Lacey. “Shitty date? You look like your dog died.”

  Lacey laughed, although a bit hysterically. “On the contrary, my dear. It was orgasmic.”

  “Okay, spill.” Kim sat next to her and pulled the throw around her. “I didn’t think David was the orgasmic type. He seems all business and stuffy. I figured he’d deliver a chaste kiss rather than serve up orgasms on the first date. Guess I was wrong.”

  “Oh no, you weren’t wrong. I never said my date with David was orgasmic.” Lacey’s face heated up and she grinned sheepishly at Kim. “It was more my night with Reilly that was orgasmic.”

  “Oh my God.” Kim eyes just about popped out of her head. “Start from the beginning,” she demanded.

  Lacey told her all about dinner with David whom was nice and yes, they had a lot in common. “But he seemed a bit into himself. He didn’t ask me anything about myself, just went on about himself all night.” She filled Kim in on how they went to the pub and ran into Reilly, whom she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. “I kept comparing David to Reilly and well, poor David, just wasn’t measuring up which is hardly fair being Reilly oozes sex appeal.”

  Lacey continued and told Kim about the rest of the night. She didn’t go into as much detail as Kim would have liked, but some things she wanted to keep between her and Reilly.