by Tanya Kelly
Kim’s phone beeped. “Bingo,” she shouted, smiling into her phone as she texted back. “I’m going to get myself a private work out tonight.” She stood up from her chair and stretched. “Let’s call it a day. It’s almost three. Let’s go home, have a glass of wine and do our nails or something. I could use a break.”
Lacey stifled a yawn herself. “That does sound heavenly. It has been a long week.”
“Then pack up. I’ve neglected myself all week. My nails are a mess and I look like the cousin of a hairy gorilla, and I ain’t just talking about my legs.”
Lacey laughed and shut down her laptop. “Some men like a bush.” She winked at Kim.
“True, but I’m sure none like a damn jungle.”
Lacey laughed until tears came out of her eyes. “Come on then, let’s go home and get out the weed wacker.”
* * * *
“Wow, you look great,” Reilly said when Lacey answered the door later that evening. His eyes raked her from head to toe and she blushed.
“Thank you.” She stood back and waved him inside. After she and Kim had gotten back to the house and had a glass of wine, they’d decided to paint their toes and fingernails. Then she’d had a long bubble bath and curled her hair. She didn’t usually wear a lot of makeup but decided tonight to play around with a smoky eye shadow. She was pretty happy with the results as well. Lacey had opted for casual and wore jeans and a faded T-shirt but dressed it up with a funky scarf and a fitted vintage blazer.
She left her hair down in loose flowing curls and pulled on a pair of brown boots. She glanced in the mirror. She did look good. The outfit was casual but chic. Like it was effortless even though it was anything but.
“Did you want a beer or just get going?”
“I’m okay, unless you need more time?”
“No, I’m ready. I’ll just grab my coat.” She moved toward the hall closet but Reilly’s hand snaked out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back toward him. His lips covered hers in a kiss that quickly escalated into more, leaving them both breathless and aroused. He held her firmly at the back of the neck, his eyes staring intently into hers.
“I had to kiss you. Except now, I have the urge to do much more than kiss you.” He pulled her close until she could feel his erection against her abdomen. “I really want to fuck you.”
Lacey breathed in his scent, a combination of soap and pure male. She melted into him.
“Where’s Kim?”
“Gone out.” She ran her hands over his buttocks, plastering herself against him.
Reilly scooped her up quickly. She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. He slammed the door behind him with his foot and put her down on the bed. He pulled off his shirt and began to undo his jeans before coming over to the side of the bed to put his wallet and car keys down on the night stand.
“What’s this?” he asked, lifting an item from the nightstand.
Lacey gasped and jumped for the item in his hand but he held it away from her. Mortified, she fell back and smothered her face in the pillow. She’d left her damn vibrator out in plain sight. She’d gotten worked up during her bubble bath as she imagined sharing it with Reilly.
When she’d come back to her room, she couldn’t get the damn image out of her mind. She’d pulled out her little bullet vibrator and had some quality toy time while thinking of Reilly. However, she’d forgotten to put the damn thing away.
“Lacey, look at me.”
“No,” she shouted through the pillow. She felt Reilly’s weight on the bed and he turned her over. Still, like a child, she kept her eyes tightly shut.
“Open your eyes, silly girl.”
She opened one eye slightly and saw his stupid grin. “Tell me you were thinking about me, love.”
She opened the other eye and nodded shyly.
“What were you thinking about?” She closed her eyes tightly again. This was embarrassing.
Reilly ran his hand up her leg and body, brushing the side of her breast. Her nipples hardened, betraying her. He went up the other side of her body before finally brushing her hardened nipple. “I’m fucking hard, imaging you using this, thinking of me. Tell me,” he whispered, lightly brushing her nipple again.
“I can’t. I’m humiliated,” she whined.
Reilly pulled off her boots. Next he undid the buttons of her pants and pulled them off. “Sit up, love,” he said and took her blazer and top off. She opened her eyes and watched him as he took in the sight of the black bra and underwear she wore. They were the ones from the store she’d unpacked last week that resembled something you might see a stripper wearing…or even a dominatrix.
“Fuck, you are sexy.” She could see the evidence of his arousal as his cock strained against his jeans.
He moved the vibrator along her naked flesh up one leg to her abdomen and over her breasts, stopping at her nipples. With his other hand, he undid his own pants and pulled his cock out. “I’ve done it and thought about you.” He stroked the length of his erection.
Lacey’s breath caught and her pussy clenched. Watching him stroke his cock turned her on…big time. He pressed a button on the side of the vibrator and it came to life against her sensitive nipples. Reilly trailed it down her stomach until he lightly traced her sex with it. She squirmed and parted her legs wider still enthralled watching him slowly fist his cock. He inserted the toy beneath her panties and she moaned loudly when it finally vibrated against her clit.
“I think about you all the time. Your sexy tits, your beautiful pussy, or your luscious ass. Remember that first morning when I made you come right over by the dresser.” She nodded and grasped the blanket in her hands as he turned up the vibrations on her pussy. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you and how sexy you looked when you came. I tried a cold shower but you haunted my thoughts. I had no choice but to relieve myself or go through the day with a raging hard-on.”
Lacey pictured him masturbating, in the shower, water glistening down his body, his hard cock in his hand. She moaned loudly as he ran the vibrator to her slit and pushed it in a bit.
“Tell me what you were thinking about while you played with yourself.”
“I took a bath. I kept thinking of you in the tub…oh God…with me.” Her voice broke as he brought it back to her clit. It moved easily against her slick flesh.
“Go on.”
“You were behind me and I could feel your cock against my back. I was leaning into you and your legs were wrapped around me. You had your arms around me, too.” She swallowed, her mouth dry, her eyes glued to his hand on his cock. “You used your hand to rub my pussy and the other to play with my nipples.”
Reilly let out a low growl and pulled her panties down and then completely off before flinging them across the room. “Did you make yourself come?” he asked, kneeling between her legs. He lifted her legs and stuffed a pillow under her ass. He pulled a condom out of the pocket of his jeans and sheathed himself.
“Yes, but it wasn’t as good as when you make me come,” she replied breathlessly.
Reilly put her legs on each side of his head and positioned himself at her pussy. “I’m going to make you come again.” He rubbed himself against her clit and back to her slit. She was wet and hungry for him.
Lacey nodded and bit back a scream of ecstasy as he thrust inside her. With her ass elevated on the pillow and her legs up around his neck, she could feel him deep inside her. He put the vibrator into her hand. “Show me how you did it today.”
She took the toy between her fingers and brought it to her clit as he gripped her ankles and penetrated her. She clenched her sex around his length and he groaned.
“Does it feel better with my cock inside you?” His voice was husky and thick with arousal as he drove into her.
“Oh God, yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.” Lacey lifted her hips slightly and he thrust into her again and again, his balls hitting her ass. He fucked her hard while she rubbed her clit with the vibrat
ing toy. He kept his grip on her ankles, burying himself deep. Lacey couldn’t hold back her cries at the sensations of his cock combined with the vibrator.
“Oh Reilly.” She grabbed blindly at the blanket as her climax shattered through her.
“Fuck.” She could feel him tense up as he climaxed with her.
Afterward he pulled her legs down from his neck and she moved the vibrator away from between them and dropped it beside her on the bed. Reilly collapsed on top of her between her legs, still buried inside her.
“I can’t move,” he rasped. She laughed, which turned into coughing as his weight crushed her.
“Sorry”, he said and pushed himself up on his elbows to take some weight off. “What the heck?” he said as they both registered the buzzing sound. Lacey looked over at the vibrator buzzing and moving around on the bed and they both laughed. She picked it up and turned it off. Toys were definitely better when used together.
Reilly sat back up and clumsily got off the bed. “I’ll be right back.” He walked to the door and peaked out, presumably to make sure Kim hadn’t come home.
Lacey stretched her whole body, feeling very lazy now. When Reilly came back into the room, his jeans still unbuttoned and looking incredibly sexy, she motioned for him to come back to bed. “I can’t move either.”
“You’re just trying to get out of going to this party,” he replied, laughing. “I am not getting on the bed again with you because I know I won’t get back up.”
Lacey stretched again, arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward. “Too bad,” she said with a wink.
Reilly shook his head and grabbed her hand, pulling her to a sitting position. “Come on woman. A drink or two. Then back to bed for part two.”
“Okay, fine,” she pouted and stood up. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “But the sequel better be as good if not better.”
He chuckled and kissed her. When he pulled back, he gave her a look. “You better brush your hair. You look like you just got thoroughly fucked.”
Lacey gasped and pulled out of his arms. Reilly swatted her naked bottom. “Chop chop, woman.” With a wink, he grabbed his shirt and sauntered to the door. “I’m going to grab a beer.”
“There’s some in the fridge,” she called and grabbed her robe. She washed up in the bathroom and fixed her hair and makeup in record time before dressing again. She met him downstairs in the kitchen and took a swig of his beer. “Do I look less thoroughly fucked now?”
“You look fucking beautiful,” he replied and brushed his hand across her cheek.
Lacey smiled. “Do you know most of the people who will be there tonight?”
He nodded and took another drink. “There will be some staff from the pub but mostly the senior ones because everyone else will be working. Lots of people from town because Nick grew up here and seems to know everyone in Beechfield.”
Lacey took another drink as well. Her mouth was dry and her heart thudded in her chest. “Umm, have you told anyone about us? I mean, how are you going to introduce me?”
“As my friend. Does that define what we are well enough?” Reilly asked. He stared at her with his piercing gaze, a frown on his beautiful face.
She nodded. “Sorry, I’m just nervous. I get a bit shy at parties. I’m better one on one.”
Reilly finished his beer. “Don’t worry. You’ll have fun. Everyone is very nice.” He put the empty beer bottle next to the sink. “Come on, we’re late now.”
Lacey grabbed her coat and purse. Reilly didn’t seem to like her question about how he was going to introduce her. She put on her boots and followed him out to the truck. He smiled and helped her inside the cab. Lacey fiddled with the buttons on her coat while they drove to Nick’s.
She was nervous not only about meeting Reilly’s friends but what people would think about his “older friend.” She knew she shouldn’t care what people thought but that was easier said than done. She hoped Reilly was right and she would have fun.
* * * *
Reilly glanced at Lacey sitting nervously. She looked ready to spring out of the truck at the next stop. His anger melted at the sight of her vulnerability and he reached out and took her hand and gave it a squeeze. She returned the squeeze and smiled.
Every time he thought he was making headway with Lacey, she would pull back, reminding him she was only interested in a purely sexual relationship. God forbid he introduced her as his girlfriend or said they were dating. He knew he had no right to be angry since she’d been crystal clear about their defined friendship. But after the week they’d had, he thought maybe she’d see a relationship was possible between them. Not only possible, but it would be good.
She’d come over every night this week and they cooked together, laughed, did dishes, had long showers and had christened just about every piece of furniture in his house. It was a great week. They got along incredibly and he was getting way too used to having her around his house. He didn’t understand her serious aversion to a relationship…especially with him. The age thing felt like a crutch she was hanging onto. He suspected it was more than a bloody age gap.
They arrived and Reilly parked the truck in the long driveway in front of Nick’s large house. Nick had done well for himself over the years. He married his high school sweetheart and they had two teenage boys. He was older than Reilly but they’d gotten along from the moment Nick hired him. He knew Nick wanted him to take over the running of the pub which would give him more freedom to travel but he also understood Reilly’s passion for making furniture. He was happiest when working with his hands and creating something.
He helped Lacey down from the cab of the truck and planted a kiss on her lips. “Let’s go, beautiful.” He took her hand, leading her to the front door.
He knocked briefly and then pushed the door open. He didn’t miss the way Lacey pulled her hand out of his grasp. With a sigh, he pasted a smile on his face as they walked in. The house was full of people, talking and eating. A group of people looked up and waved.
“Reilly, you made it.” Sophie, the newest waitress they’d hired called out loudly. He was surprised to see her here. She was pretty new and so far, neither he nor Nick had been impressed. She wasn’t catching on fast and she more interested in flirting with all the customers than serving them. But the male customers loved her. He couldn’t deny she was a knock out but not his type. She’d made it pretty clear she was interested in him and he’d been trying his best to convey he wasn’t.
He waved back as Nick came to the door. “Thought maybe you decided you had better things to do.” Nick shot Lacey a wink. She turned crimson and looked like a deer in headlights. “Just kidding. Glad you could both make it.”
Reilly laughed and gave him a man hug. “Happy Birthday, old man,” he teased. He passed him the gift they’d picked out.
“Nice,” Nick said, eyeing the bottle of scotch.
“It’s not as old as you but it’s a good one.” Reilly patted him on the back. “It’s from Lacey and me. You remember Lacey, Kim’s friend who just moved here?”
“I do.” He shook Lacey’s hand. “It’s nice to see you again.”
Lacey smiled shyly and wished him a happy birthday.
“Please come in and make yourselves at home. There is food just about everywhere and I’ll bring you to the kitchen for some drinks.”
He took their coats just as a petite brunette approached them. Reilly gave her a warm hug. “He keeps getting old and ugly and you manage to get more beautiful every time I see you,” he said to the woman who returned his hug. He glanced at Lacey next to him and saw her stiff expression. Was she jealous? Maybe she cared more than she let on.
“Lacey, this saint is Julia. I say saint cause she’s Nick’s wife and anyone who puts up with him daily has got to be a saint.”
They all laughed and Lacey shook Julia’s hand. “You have a beautiful home,” she said politely.
“Thank you. Come on, let me get you a drink and show you around.”
She put her arm around Lacey’s shoulders and steered her to the kitchen. Reilly knew Lacey was nervous and shy but no one was better than Julia at putting people at ease and making them feel welcome. He’d become considerably close to Nick and Julia and their teenage boys over the years. He’d spent many nights joining them for family dinners and they always included him every holiday. Plus, they were his best customers and just about everything in their home was made by him.
Nick clapped a hand on his back. “She’s gorgeous. I can see why you can’t get enough of her.” He noticed Nick checking out Lacey’s ass as she walked to the kitchen.
“Hey, eyes on me, buddy.” Reilly laughed and elbowed him in the ribs.
Nick let out a groan and rubbed his side. “Geez, only looking. A bit possessive, are you?”
“Very.” Reilly fixed him with a menacing stare and Nick laughed. Reilly was only half kidding. He did have possessive feelings for Lacey but he also knew Nick only had eyes for Julia. After eighteen years of marriage and two kids, they still acted like newlyweds. Nick was surrounded by beautiful woman every night at the pub who threw themselves at him but Reilly had never seem him stray or act inappropriately.
“Come on, let’s get a beer.” Nick steered him to the kitchen as well. Julia was pouring Lacey a glass of wine and talking her ear off. She met his eyes and smiled. He could tell she was already much more relaxed. She took a sip of her wine and licked her lips suggestively his way. He could feel his cock harden at the promise in her eyes.
She and Julia walked back over to them as Nick handed him a beer. “I was just telling Lacey how excited I am for their store to open. I can’t wait to check it out and do some shopping,” Julia said.
Lacey stood next to Reilly as she talked about their plans for the grand opening. He leaned in closer, breathing in her scent and their arms brushed. He wanted to put an arm around her or touch her hand. Nick had his arm around his wife shoulders and it irked Reilly that he couldn’t do the same. Not only just for the sake of touching her, but perhaps a bit of possessiveness as well. After all, Lacey was a beautiful woman and he’d noticed a few heads turn in the room. His body itched to do something to declare her his woman.
