Lace & More

by Tanya Kelly

  “Lacey?” Reilly’s voice startled her and he was looking at her expectantly. “I asked if you wanted another beer.”

  “Oh, sorry, no thanks. Still got some left.”

  “I have some rough sketches and stuff to go over with you guys if you want.”

  “Perfect,” Kim replied. They cleared the remaining pizza away and Reilly pulled out a folder from his bag. For the next hour they poured over his sketches, ideas and costs for the shelving and furniture of the store.

  “When is your grand opening exactly?” he asked.

  “The fifteenth of next month. Less than three weeks away,” Lacey replied. “Can you do all this by then?” She hoped so because she was excited about his ideas and it would look amazing.

  He was quiet for a second as he looked at his notes. “I’ve got a few other things on the go but I’m going to talk to Nick about maybe talking a bit of time off from the pub. In which case, I should be able to get it all done.”

  “Are you sure?” Lacey asked. “We don’t want you to have to give up shifts at the pub or work immensely long hours.”

  Reilly laughed. “I’m used to working long hours. And it’s time I have a conversation with Nick anyway. Like I told you before, I’m considering quitting the pub altogether. I’m getting too busy with my furniture.”

  “Well that’s good…to be busy with your furniture, I mean.” Lacey also couldn’t help being a bit overjoyed at him not working at the pub. Twice she’d been there when he was working and she hadn’t been the only woman to notice him…and want him.

  “You still looking for a store location?” Kim interrupted.

  “Yeah, keeping an eye out for the perfect place.” Reilly picked up his papers and shoved them into his bag “You know this place would have been great, except maybe a bit larger of a back area to work in.”

  “I heard Sally is thinking of retiring and closing her beauty salon. Perfect location downtown and she has lots of space. I know she has all the spa rooms at the back which could be like one big workspace if you knock walls down. Then use the front as a showroom which is quite large once you remove all the hair salon stations.”

  “I’ve never been in her place but I’ve met her once or twice. Thanks Kim. I’ll check it out.”

  “Welcome.” She stood up and stretched. “Well kiddos, I got to run. Lacey, can you lock up? And remember we have to meet with the electrician tomorrow morning, in case I don’t see you tonight.”

  “No, she won’t be home tonight,” Reilly replied for her with a broad grin.

  “Didn’t think so.” Kim winked at them. She blew them both a kiss, grabbed her stuff and left.

  Lacey picked up the empty beer bottles and put them back in the case. She could feel Reilly’s eyes on her. She closed the paint can and grabbed the tray, rollers and brush. “I just have to wash this stuff up.”

  She cleaned everything up in the sink and when she returned, Reilly had tidied up the rest. “Ready?” he asked.

  For what, she wondered and her mind immediately went to his groin. She blushed again. Geez, all she thought about was sex around him. “Yup,” she replied, grabbing her coat. He told her to leave her car and come with him and he’d bring her back in the morning.

  “Nice truck,” she said, as they got in the vehicle. This was the first time she’d been inside. It seemed fairly new and well cared for with soft leather seats and all the bells and whistles. He was obviously more successful then he let on.

  “Thanks.” He started the truck and pushed up the armrest between them. He smiled and patted the seat next to him. “You’re too far way over there. Scoot closer.”

  She returned his smile and undid her seatbelt to move in the middle, her hands awkwardly in her lap. Reilly grabbed her hand and put it on his leg and Lacey couldn’t help her grin from widening. He buckled her seatbelt and then did his. He put the truck in drive and then rested his hand on her upper thigh. Her pussy clenched at the closeness of his hand.

  They drove along in silence and listened to a popular country song on the radio. Reilly hummed along with the song as his hand rubbed her leg, gradually inching up. She tried to concentrate on the roads and not his hand. Thank God he didn’t live far because she couldn’t wait to get to his house. She was wet already.

  “I want to show you something, a little ways out of town.” Reilly interrupted her X-rated thoughts.

  “Oh, um, sure.”

  “Are you too tired? We can just go back to my place,” he said, glancing at her.

  “No, I’m not that tired. It’s fine.” She couldn’t very well tell him the truth and she was just anxious to fuck him.

  “Great.” He removed his hand from her leg and changed the radio station. An older rock song came on. The beat of the music and sexy lyrics of the song filled the cab of the truck. Reilly’s hand returned to her leg and he massaged her inner thigh, his fingers brushing close to her sex.

  The sexually charged lyrics and music floated over Lacey. Unconsciously she opened her legs slightly and closed her eyes, her breathing shallow. Reilly’s continued his massage and his hand finally came into contact with her clit. She parted her legs even more, granting him better access. Reilly firmly stroked the seam of her jeans right over her clit and she moaned softly.

  “Undo your pants and lower them a bit,” Reilly said in a husky voice.

  Lacey’s eyes flew open and found his hooded gaze on her. She hesitated and looked out at the darkened road. It was late and dark. No one would see even if they encountered traffic. Excitement coursed through her veins. She swallowed and undid her jeans, lifting her butt to slide them off her hips and down to her knees.

  “Lower and spread your legs.” His hand massaged the top of her thigh inching toward her pussy.

  She pushed her jeans to her ankles and spread her legs slightly. Reilly glanced away from the road and took in her purple thong which didn’t cover much. With one hand on the steering wheel and his eyes still on the road, he stroked her through the panties. Lacey closed her eyes and opened her legs as wide as she could with the jeans restricting her ankles. Her nipples ached to be touched. The seductive song filled the cab of the truck. He continued light stroking touches as he drove and Lacey’s breathing grew louder.

  “I’ve been thinking of nothing all day except touching you, kissing you and stroking you,” he whispered. Lacey’s only answer was a whimper as his fingered pushed aside her wet panties and parted her folds to rub her clit. She bit down on her bottom lip. She grabbed his wrist and held on tight as he stroked her bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

  Lacey opened her eyes and looked at his strong, muscled forearm as he fondled her. “You make me so wet Reilly,” she groaned. His eyes found hers briefly as he put a bit more pressure on her clit. Lacey arched her back against the seat and gasped. “Oh God. I’m coming.”

  She gripped his wrist and held him in place as she climaxed against his hand. Lacey squeezed her tights together, every muscle tightening. Tremors shook through her body until she finally lay back and loosened her hold on him. Reilly removed his hand and brought his fingers to his mouth.

  “I’ve been dying to taste you,” he said before putting his finger in his mouth.

  “That makes two of us,” Lacey replied and let her hand rove over his hard length. His cock jerked through his jeans at her touch. She popped the button on his jeans and lowered his fly. His beautiful cock sprang out into her hand. She curled her fingers around the base and stroked him. She watched as Reilly tightened his hands around the steering wheel.

  “I want to suck you.” Lacey lowered her head to his lap and took him in her mouth, his entire length and sucked, swirling her tongue around the tip, lapping up his pre cum. She heard his low moan as she continued licking and sucking him. He put one hand on the top of her head as he continued driving. He arched his hips when she went deep on him. Lacey felt him make a sharp turn and the ride got bumpy but she never loosened the grip her mouth had on his cock.

>   “Fuck, Lacey. You’re driving me crazy.” She smiled and wrapped her hand back around the base so she could jerk him while she sucked. She was getting extremely turned on again and debated playing with herself when she felt the truck stop. Reilly placed both hands on her head and groaned as she pumped his cock faster and sucked harder. She could feel him getting close to orgasm.

  “Lacey, stop.” Reilly grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. “As much I want to come in that sweet mouth of yours, I also want to bury myself in your tight pussy.”

  Dazed, Lacey blinked at him and looked around at their surroundings. They were parked on the side of a dirt road with a beautiful view of Georgian Bay. The road was deserted but anyone could drive by and see them if their headlights shone in the truck. However, the thought only excited her more.

  “Take your jeans right off.” Reilly pushed some buttons on the side and the seat went back, giving them more room. He lowered his own jeans as well and pulled out a condom. Lacey ripped off her boots and then her jeans.

  “Come here, ride me baby,” he said. Lacey straddled his hips. Reilly pulled her thong aside and buried his cock inside her. “You feel amazing,” he groaned. He pulled her shirt over her head and admired the matching purple bra. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in the same bra. Not that I’m complaining.”

  He reached behind her and unclasped the bra, freeing her breasts. “I get a good discount on them,” she replied breathlessly as his thumbs grazed her rock-hard nipples. Lacey began riding him faster, her clit rubbing against his pelvic bone. Lights shone into the cab of the truck and she realized a car was coming up the road. She gasped and was about to throw herself against Reilly’s chest for protection when he lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth. He drove his cock deep inside her.

  Lacey forgot about the car as she cried out. She arched her back as he filled her and swirled his tongue around her nipple. She had no idea if she was visible to the occupants in the car as it passed but frankly, she didn’t care. She rode Reilly as he moved from one nipple to the other.

  “I love the way your tits bounce when you fuck me this way.” His heated gaze went from her breasts to her face.

  She grabbed his shoulders for support as she rode him, rubbing her sensitive clit against him. “Oh God, don’t stop.” She rode faster, a thin sheen of sweat on her skin.

  “That’s right, love, come on my cock,” he crooned as her entire body shuddered and shook with her climax. Lacey groaned and collapsed against him, her body completely spent.

  “Reilly,” she muttered. “I can’t move.” He laughed and hugged her, still sheathed inside her tight pussy. He pushed down on her hips and arched upward and she gasped. She sat up a bit and kissed his lips, her tongue pushing into his mouth and rocked her body in tiny movements that must have felt amazing on his cock, judging by his groans.

  “I want you in my mouth again.”

  “No argument from me.” He gave her a wicked smile before he helped Lacey off his lap and settle beside him. Reilly removed the condom and wrapped it up in a tissue. He laid his head back as Lacey stroked his cock, softly at first and then more firmly. She lowered her head into his lap and flicked her tongue over the slit. He cursed softly and put his hand on her head, pushing slightly.

  She opened her mouth and took him deep inside her, wrapping her lips tightly around the base and sucked, like a lollipop she couldn’t get enough of. Lacey loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth and the control she had. She loved teasing him and drawing out his orgasm. She could tell when he was getting close and she would slow down or open her mouth and lick around the mushroom head. Reilly let forth a few curses and kept trying to push her head down. Finally she would open up again and take him deep, sucking hard.

  “You are hungry for my cock, aren’t you, love?”

  Lacey licked at the head and stroked him with her hand. She looked at him. “And your come,” she added, jerking him toward her open mouth.

  Reilly groaned and shot a string of semen into her waiting mouth. Lacey quickly took him into her mouth and sucked as he spurted down her throat. She swallowed and continued sucking as he shot more, his hands pushing her head down until he was buried deep as she swallowed the last of his cum.

  She sucked him clean before sitting up and grinning at him.

  He laughed at her expression. “You look proud. Like you just won an award.”

  She smiled and winked. “I’m getting pretty good at this, aren’t I?”

  “Oh baby, you were always amazing at this. Now I can’t move.”

  Lacey giggled, deliriously happy. She laughed again, thinking how funny that just a short time ago, she never expected she’d be giving blow jobs, let alone enjoying them. But it was true. She loved sucking him. Reilly liked control in the bedroom and while she loved his bossy nature during sex, she also loved seeing him struggle for control when she took him in her mouth.

  As they dressed, Lacey remembered he had wanted to show her something. “Hey, what did you want to show me?”

  Reilly zipped up his jeans. “Nothing.” He gave her an evil grin. “I lied. I had planned to just drive around and tease you a bit. Some payback for the paint. But from the moment I touched you, I knew I’d never be able to wait…and my plan backfired.”

  Lacey laughed and kissed him. “Well your plan may not have worked out the way you wanted, but I certainly enjoyed it.”

  She sat back down and buckled her seatbelt before leaning her head against his shoulder as he pulled the truck back on the road. Trailing her fingers up and down his arms, she snuggled next to him. Her body sang with satisfaction and Lacey eyes felt heavy as she rested against Reilly. The analytical side of her brain kept trying to figure out what was between them. What every word or action meant. What every emotion she was feeling meant. She deliberately shut down that side of her brain.

  For some reason, she was reluctant to admit being with Reilly, and not just the sex, but just being with him, made her happy. She pushed the thought away quickly because if being with Reilly made her happy, she knew the flip side was when it ended…which it would…meant being without him would bring her much unhappiness.

  Chapter Nine

  “What do you think?”

  “I love it.” Lacey touched the beautiful fabric Kim held. “It matches perfect.” The fabric Kim found was going to be used to make privacy curtains for the fitting rooms as well as upholster some chairs. They were a rich color with texture that fit the decor perfectly. Everything was coming together. Earlier this week, they had picked up some cheap stools and old chairs at a flea market and were going to have them reupholstered.

  There were still a lot of details to finish but they were getting close to being ready. It was late Saturday afternoon and the grand opening was two weeks away. They anxiously awaited their shelving and furniture from Reilly.

  He’d gotten some time off at the pub and they had both been working almost none stop. Lacey had gone to his place every night after work at Reilly’s insistence. They would eat a late dinner and enjoy each other before falling into bed exhausted. Sometimes they skipped dinner altogether. Last night, Lacey had finished up early and brought some groceries over and made Reilly dinner for once. She wasn’t as good a cook as him but she hadn’t done badly with a simple spaghetti dinner. Although it probably wasn’t the meal he’d appreciated but the way she’d cooked it wearing nothing but a black thong and an apron.

  She smiled at the memory of the way he’d finally taken her from behind at the kitchen sink. Dinner had gone a bit cold but it was worth it.

  “What you smiling at?” Kim asked. “Never mind. I know that smile and I don’t want to hear it.” Kim folded the material back up. “I’m going through a bit of a damn dry spell.”

  Lacey laughed. “You’ve just been working hard.”

  “You, too, but you’re still getting laid.” Kim snorted and grabbed her phone. “I’m going to find me a booty call tonight. It’s freaking Saturday nigh
t.”

  Lacey shook her head as Kim went through her phone and called out names. “Steve? No forget it. He farted in bed last time I let him sleep over. Tim? No, better not call him. He got attached way too fast. Ryan? Did you ever meet him? The hogtie personal trainer at my gym?”

  Lacey shook her head. She loved Kim but she was probably even more messed up than Lacey when it came to relationships and men.

  “Hmmm. Nice body and gorgeous. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but no expectations, which makes him the perfect bootie call.” Kim began texting on her phone, a determined look on her face.

  “Are you nervous for tonight?” she asked when she was done sending her text.

  “Yeah. I don’t know why I agreed to this.” Lacey let out a sigh. Reilly had convinced her to come with him to a birthday bash tonight. It was Nick’s birthday, Reilly’s boss and friend. The party was being held at his house and Reilly had told her it would be a good time and she’d get to know lots of people from town. “I still think you should come.”

  “I may stop by. We’ll see,” Kim replied noncommittally. Kim knew Nick as well and had been invited but she hated to commit to any plans. “Besides you’ll have fun. Nick always throws great parties. Remember to tell everyone about our store. Be lots of ladies at the party with money to burn.”

  “That’s why you should come. You’re the spokesperson and saleswoman extraordinaire. I’m the behind the books kind of gal.”

  “People love you, girl. You were voted most likable in school.”

  “I was not.” Lacey brushed invisible dust off her laptop. Her stomach was in knots. It wasn’t meeting people she was nervous about. It was more nerves about going to this party with Reilly and what people would think. They weren’t exactly dating. How would they explain their relationship? Friends with benefits didn’t exactly slip off the tongue to perfect strangers.