by Ramona Gray
Her mind wandered to her boss. He had seemed tense and a little irritated with her and she leaned her forehead against the shower wall and let the hot water beat over her back. She shouldn’t have gone into his bedroom but she couldn’t resist. She wanted to see it, wanted to check out his bed like a horny teenager. Apparently having a full belly and a warm place to sleep had brought her libido roaring back to life.
Good. Let’s talk about that kiss yesterday, her inner voice said.
God, had it really only been yesterday? It almost felt like a lifetime ago.
Once you’re done your shower, why don’t you accidentally wander into his bedroom? Tell him you got lost in his giant house.
She scoffed inwardly. Her boss already thought she was an idiot and despite the kiss they shared, he wasn’t interested in her sexually. How could he be? She was too skinny and too poor and –
“Jane?”
She whirled around. Luke was a dark shadow through the foggy shower glass and she clapped her arms over her breasts.
“Mr. Dawson? What are you doing in here?”
The door opened and her eyes widened. Luke was as naked as she was and her eyes dropped to his cock. It was erect and standing proudly out from his body. She licked her lips and took a nervous step back as he crowded into the shower with her. It was a large shower but he was a big man and there were only a few inches of space between her naked body and his.
“Mr. Dawson?” She whispered.
“I told you to call me Luke, remember?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Turn around, Ms. Smith,” he said. “I thought you could use some help washing your back.”
She hesitated before turning around. “Thank you. That’s a very…kind offer.”
“I’m a very kind man,” he said. She jerked when his warm and soapy hands rubbed her upper back briskly. “Hold still please.”
“Yes, Mr. Dawson.”
He squeezed her right ass cheek making her twitch and moan. “Luke. Try not to be so forgetful, Ms. Smith.”
She wanted to apologize but both his hands were on her ass now and his strong fingers were kneading and squeezing her flesh. It felt amazing and it took all of her willpower not to lean back and rub herself against his dick.
“Lower your arms,” he demanded.
“Why?”
He made a snort of impatience. “Enough questions, Ms. Smith. Do as you’re told, please.”
She dropped her arms and gasped when he cupped both her breasts. He soaped them before tugging on her nipples. They beaded into hard points and this time she couldn’t stop from leaning against him.
“Luke, please,” she moaned.
“Ms. Smith,” he chided, “behave yourself.”
She forced herself not to rub against the very hard cock pressing against her ass.
“I’m simply trying to help you bathe but I get the feeling you’re enjoying this more than you should,” he said as he pulled on her aching nipples. “Are you wet, Ms. Smith?”
“Why don’t you check for yourself,” she said. She was shocked by how bold she was being but she needed him. Needed him in a way that she didn’t understand but didn’t want to ignore.
“Maybe I will,” he teased before rinsing the soap from his hands. His hand passed over her flat stomach. “Open your legs.”
She spread her legs with an eagerness that embarrassed her. His hand slipped between her legs and she moaned when he rubbed at her clit. She bucked her hips against his hand and his soft groan of approval made her shudder all over.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he said before kissing her neck. “So wet and,” he pushed one thick finger into her pussy, “tight.”
She thrust her hips against his hand as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. “After you come, I’m going to take you back to my bedroom,” he whispered hotly into your ear. “You’re going to lie on your back in my bed and spread your legs so I can fuck you. Do you understand, Ms. Smith?”
“Yes,” she whimpered as pleasure filled her entire body.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I – I’m going to spread my legs and let you fuck me,” she moaned.
“That’s my good girl,” he said approvingly.
His thumb was rubbing against her clit, his finger thrusting in and out of her tight pussy and she clutched at his arm helplessly. Her orgasm was starting deep in her belly, her stomach tightening with pleasure as he sucked on her earlobe.
“Come for me, Ms. Smith. Right now.”
His demand brought on her climax and she shouted his name as her back arched and pleasure rushed through her entire body.
Jane shook and shuddered, her fingers rubbing furiously at her clit as the last of her climax swept through her. Her eyes widened and she yanked her hand out from between her legs and made a low moan of dismay. She was alone in the shower and she stared blankly at her own hand before grabbing the soap and scrubbing at her naked body. Oh fuck, she had just masturbated in her boss’ house while he slept in the next room. What was wrong with her?
She froze and clapped her hand over her mouth. Shit! Had she said his name out loud as she came? Had he heard her? What if he heard her? What if he knew that she was…
Jane! Snap out of it! He didn’t hear you over the shower, for God’s sake. Just chill out.
Her heart thudding in her chest, she finished soaping up before rinsing clean and shutting off the shower. She toweled herself dry, shuddering a little when she ran the towel over the sensitive flesh between her legs. Despite her orgasm, she was still feeling achy and unsatisfied. She needed Luke’s hard body on top of hers. She needed his warm touch and his hot mouth and his dick. Maybe she could knock on his door. Maybe she could tell him she was having trouble relaxing and ask him to help her sleep by giving her a good, hard fucking. Maybe he would let her climb into his bed and spread her legs so he could -
Stop it, Jane!
Yes, she really needed to stop this madness. She forced the image of being naked and under her boss out of her head and dressed in her flannel pajamas before shutting off the bathroom light and climbing into the bed. It was deliciously comfortable and she curled onto her side. She was certain she’d never fall asleep, but within five minutes, she was sleeping deeply.
Chapter 8
“What’s so important that you had to wake me up on a Saturday morning and force me to drag my ass out into the cold?” Amy asked grumpily when Luke opened the door.
He glanced at his watch. “It’s almost noon, Ames. Why were you still in bed?”
She kicked off her boots and hung her jacket in the closet. “Siblings for twenty-eight years and you still don’t know I’m not a morning person? You suck as a brother.”
She followed him into the kitchen and he handed her a coffee. “I don’t suck that much. I know you need a coffee before you even resemble a human being.”
“Bite me,” she said before sipping at the coffee. “Seriously, what’s wrong?”
“There isn’t anything wrong,” he said. “I need your help with something.”
“What?” She asked. “And are you going to make me pancakes or let me starve?”
“I’ll make you pancakes,” he said. “Just listen to me for a minute, would you?”
She wrinkled her nose at him before drinking more coffee. “Fine, but you should know that I’m right on the edge of hangry over here.”
“I’ll keep it in mind,” he said. He sat next to her at the island. “Jane is upstairs sleeping.”
“Oh yeah?” She took another sip of coffee.
“Why are you not surprised by that?” He asked.
“I see the way you look at her. Although, sleeping with your PA is not the wisest idea, Lukie.”
He glared at her. “I’m not sleeping with her, Ames!”
“Really?” Now she did give him a look of surprise and he stood and paced the kitchen.
“Do you really think I’m that kind of guy? She’s starving to death, she fainted and spen
t most of the day in the hospital yesterday but you think I brought her back to my place for sex?”
Don’t act so sanctimonious, buddy. You would have fucked her last night if she had given even the slightest indication that she wanted it.
He ignored his inner voice as Amy gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry, honey.”
“Apology accepted,” he grumped. “And what do you mean by the way I look at her?”
“Nothing,” she said. “So, Jane is upstairs sleeping in your bed.”
He gave her a look of exasperation. “She’s sleeping in the guest room.”
She grinned at him and he rolled his eyes. “After she was discharged from the hospital, I gave her a ride home. Both her heat and her electricity are cut off and she has no food. I mean, nothing, Ames. Unless you count the rat living in her cupboards.”
Amy shuddered all over. “There was a rat?”
He nodded. “A big one.”
“Oh God.” Amy paled and he squeezed her shoulder. She was terrified of rats.
“I made her come home with me. She couldn’t stay at her apartment. It was freezing and the doctor told me that she was malnourished and needed to eat more. I couldn’t leave her there.”
“She doesn’t have any family she can stay with?” Amy asked.
He shook his head. “She grew up in foster care. She has a foster mom that she’s close to but the woman lives in a care home after being diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.”
“God, that poor girl,” Amy said.
“It’s my fault, Amy.”
“What’s your fault?”
“That she doesn’t have heat or electricity or food. I made that stupid comment about her clothes so she bought Dawson brand clothing with her last paycheque instead of paying her bills and buying groceries.”
“Well, I bet you feel like the biggest horse’s ass in the world right now,” Amy said.
“Now you know why I brought her back here,” he said.
“Do I, though?” She said cryptically.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. So, now what? You’re going to let her live with you until she gets her heat and electricity turned back on?”
He shook his head. “She can’t go back to that apartment. It’s in the Badlands and the lock on her door is…pitiful. It’s not safe for her there, Amy. I can’t let her go back even if she does get her heat and electricity turned on.”
“Guess you found yourself a roommate then,” Amy said. “That’s going to be awkward when the other employees find out your PA is living with you.”
“Actually,” he said, “this is the part where I need your help. You have a spare room at your place.”
“You want me to invite Jane to live with me?” She said.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Sure.”
He blinked at her. “Just like that?”
“Just like that, Lukie,” Amy said.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now, how about those pancakes you promised?”
* * *
The smell of pancakes woke her. Her stomach grumbled and Jane sat up in bed. She stared at the strange room before remembering where she was. She checked her cell phone, dismayed to see that it was after noon and hurried to the bathroom. When she was finished, she brushed her teeth, dressed and called the nursing home.
“Hi, Bev. It’s Jane. How is Mama J doing today?”
“Hi, Jane. Josephine’s having another bad day, I’m afraid,” Bev said. “She was restless through the night and became quite agitated this morning.”
Guilt flooded through Jane. “I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Jane,” Bev said, “why don’t you take the weekend off? We sedated Josephine and she’s sleeping right now. I don’t think she’s going to remember you today or tomorrow.”
Jane chewed on her bottom lip. “Maybe if I drop by, it’ll help her remember.”
“Has it in the past?” Bev said.
“No, but - ”
“We all know how much you love her but, sweetie, you need to take care of yourself as well. You’ve been looking awfully pale lately.”
“I don’t want to leave her all alone,” Jane whispered.
“You’re not. We’re here and you know we care about her. Give yourself permission to live your own life for a couple of days, okay? I’ll leave a note for Tanya to call you if Josephine improves. All right?”
“Okay,” Jane said. “Will you tell her I love her though?”
“Of course I will. If you don’t hear from Tanya tonight, call tomorrow.”
“I will. Thanks, Bev.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie.”
Jane stuck her phone into her pocket and checked her hair in the bathroom mirror. It had dried fuzzy while she was sleeping and she wet her hands and tried to smooth it down. She applied a light layer of make-up to try and hide the dark circles under her eyes. She stared at the blush and her eye shadow, debating whether to fancy herself up a little more. She snorted in disgust. What did it matter what she looked like? Her boss wasn’t attracted to her. She could have all the sexual fantasies about him that she wanted but he would never be attracted to someone as pathetic as her. Instead of worrying about what she looked like, she needed to be worrying about how she was going to survive the rest of the weekend without heat or food.
She cringed at the thought of returning to her apartment – Jesus, she’d never sleep again knowing there was a rat living with her – but she really didn’t have a choice. Her stomach growled and she patted it soothingly. She would stuff herself full of pancakes this morning and maybe try and slip two or three into her purse when Luke wasn’t looking. That would get her through today. As for tomorrow and Monday – she’d have to suck it up and drink lots of water. She could buy food after she got her tips on Monday night.
What if Jeremy is still pissed at you and cancels your shift on Monday too? Then what, Janie?
He wouldn’t do that. If he did, well, there was always the rat living in her cupboard.
The thought of trying to capture, kill and eat a rat brought on only a mild sense of repulsion and she fought back the sudden wave of tears. Was this what she was reduced to now? Seriously considering trying to catch a rat and eat it? She was so fucked up it wasn’t funny.
It won’t come to that, Janie. Now, go downstairs and enjoy the food and the heat before you have to go back to your shitty apartment, okay?
She smoothed her hair again before leaving the bedroom. The scent of pancakes was stronger in the hallway and she hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Luke. I’m sorry I slept so - ”
She stopped and stared in surprise at Amy. Luke’s sister gave her a cheerful grin. “Hi, Jane.”
“Um, hi, Amy.” Jane stood awkwardly in the doorway. Amy patted the chair next to her.
“Sit down and have some pancakes with me.”
Jane sat down next to her as Luke put a plate with two pancakes in front of her. “How did you sleep, Jane?”
“Uh, very well. The bed in the guest room is very comfortable.”
“Good. Would you like a coffee?”
“Yes, please. I can get it though.”
He shook his head. “I’ll grab it. Eat some pancakes.”
Amy passed the syrup and the butter to her. “Eat up, Jane. My brother makes amazing pancakes.”
Amy popped a forkful of pancakes into her mouth as Jane poured syrup over her pancakes before taking her own bite. They were light and fluffy and mouth-wateringly good and she shoved a couple more bites into her mouth.
Amy grinned at her. “See, told you.”
Luke set a cup of coffee in front of Jane and added another stack of pancakes to the plate in the middle of the table before sitting down across from them. He sipped at his cup of coffee as Amy said, “Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, much better,” Jane said.
“Good. Luke told me you were havi
ng problems with your heat and electricity at your place.”
“Yes,” Jane said. She gave Luke a grateful look. “He offered to let me stay at his place last night. It was very nice of him.”
“That’s my big brother – the nicest guy in town,” Amy said.
Luke gave her a mock scowl and Amy laughed. “Sometimes, anyway.” She finished her pancakes and sat back with a sigh. “God, those were so good, Luke. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Luke said. He reached across the table and transferred another pancake to Jane’s plate. “Have some more.”
“Thank you,” Jane said.
“So,” Amy said, “Luke also told me you live in the Badlands.”
“I do.”
“Well, that’s horrifying.”
Jane couldn’t help but grin. “It’s not as bad as everyone thinks it is.”
“Says the woman whose roommate is a giant rat,” Luke muttered.
Amy shuddered. “I would have screamed and wet my pants if I opened a cupboard and found a rat in it.”
Jane shrugged. “I’ll pick up a trap today.”
“A trap isn’t going to work,” Luke said solemnly. “A sledgehammer might stop it long enough for you to make it to the fire escape.”
Jane burst into laughter. “Okay, now you’re exaggerating.”
“I am not,” Luke said. “You didn’t actually see it, remember? I’m lucky it didn’t drag me into the cupboard.”
“It sounds to me like you need a new place to live,” Amy said.
Jane pushed her plate away. It still had half a pancake on it and she nodded when Luke held his fork over the pancake and gave her a questioning look. He stabbed it with his fork and transferred it to his plate. He finished it as she said, “I’m good where I am.”
“Really? With no heat or electricity and a giant dirty rat living in your kitchen?” Amy said.
“I’ll get it all sorted out,” Jane said with a cheerfulness she didn’t feel. Desperate to change the subject she said, “So, do you have fun plans for the weekend?”
“A little bit of work, family dinner tomorrow night and working on my ad for a roommate.”
