Dirty at 30 (Love Without Batteries Book 1)

by Cassandra Lawson

  Ty reached for the button on my jeans, and my legs fell open when he broke our kiss. His hands moved at a frenzied pace as he stripped my jeans and panties down my legs, tossing them across the room. His talented mouth trailed kisses down my body, making my core clench tightly with lust.

  “Please,” I whimpered, half-expecting him to draw things out and make me want him even more, something I wasn’t sure was possible. Instead, Ty used his fingers to open me, and then his tongue was on my clit. My hands clutched the sheets as I tried to arch off the bed, instinctively driven to move. Ty held me in place, at the mercy of his tongue, stroking my clit gently, coaxing out my response.

  Ty’s tongue was magic. It was definitely better than any sex toy I’d had over the years, and I was somewhat embarrassed by how many I’d owned. I wouldn’t say Ty knew exactly how to touch me, but he was great at reading my responses and giving me what I needed based on those responses. He drove me to the edge with his mouth, his tongue moving in circular strokes with just the right pressure. Even with the exquisite pleasure his tongue was giving me, I still felt empty and needed more.

  “I need you in me,” I pleaded. “Please, Ty.”

  His mouth never left me as he shifted slightly, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder and sliding two fingers into me. His touch was enough to make me moan loudly. I tightened around his fingers as he thrust them in and out of my body while his tongue remained focused on my clit. As he pushed me toward my release, my moans got louder. My body writhed, driven by a desperate need for release. I couldn’t hold back my scream as my intense orgasm pulsed around Ty’s fingers.

  Ty’s mouth gentled as he worked me through the last of my spasms. I was boneless and sated when Ty slid up my body and regarded me with a grin. “You are absolutely gorgeous when I’m making you come.”

  “Mmmmm,” was all I seemed capable of at the moment.

  Ty chuckled. “Are you telling me I’ve tired you out and we’re done for the night?”

  I studied Ty as he braced his weight above me. The thought of what he had hidden in his jeans definitely drove away any thoughts of sleep. “Let me touch you,” I told him.

  “I need inside of you,” he admitted.

  I nodded since I really wanted him inside of me, too. “The condoms are in the nightstand,” I said, gesturing to the one on my side of the bed.

  Ty got to his knees and opened the drawer, which is when I remembered the other items I had in that drawer. Based on his long pause, Ty was taking inventory before grabbing a condom. “We are definitely going to play with some of those later,” he stated, tossing the condom on the bed and standing to strip out of the rest of his clothing.

  My eyes moved along Ty’s body, thoroughly enjoying the view. When I got to his dick, I sucked in a sharp breath, which made Ty chuckle. Meeting his gaze, I could tell he was pretty proud of what he had. I might have called him arrogant if I didn’t think he had good reason to be proud.

  “I hope they fit,” I said, before realizing how ridiculous that sounded. In Delaney’s books, she had characters who turned stupid at the sight of a big dick, and I suddenly understood how that could happen.

  “They’ll fit,” he assured me as he opened a condom package.

  My eyes stayed glued on his dick while he rolled the condom down. “I hope you fit in me.”

  Ty chuckled again. “Don’t worry, Brook. I’ll fit, but I need you to stop talking about my dick before my ego gets any bigger.”

  Not giving me time to respond, Ty settled between my legs and kissed me again. This time, his kiss was gentler, and his own moans of pleasure joined mine. Breaking our kiss, he positioned the head of his cock at my entrance and began to push into my body. His breath hissed between his lips.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Damn, you feel good.”

  My body was deliciously stretched as Ty filled me, and I moaned from the sheer ecstasy of his invasion.

  “Are you okay?” Ty asked when he was all the way in. I could tell by the set of his jaw, he was struggling to maintain his self-control.

  “I’ll be fine as soon as you start moving,” I replied.

  No more words were spoken as Ty thrust in and out of my body. His movements were gentle as I adjusted to his size, but soon, he was thrusting fast and hard. When my nails dug into his shoulders, he groaned.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he panted out. “Show me how much you want me.”

  His movements became almost frenzied, and I was lifting my hips to meet each thrust, clenching tightly around his dick, unable to believe I was already close to my second orgasm.

  “Oh!” I screamed when he hit a spot that made me feel like I might shatter into a million sated pieces. Ty caught my reaction and slammed into my body at a relentless pace, hitting that sweet spot over and over as I screamed, writhed, and clawed at his back, coming so hard I was lightheaded.

  Ty’s body went rigid, and a guttural groan slipped past his lips as he found his own release.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Ty

  All the fantasies I’d had about Brook over the years paled in comparison to the reality of having her. She was fucking incredible. It took a lot of effort to convince myself to leave the warmth of Brook’s body and dispose of the condom. The scratches on my sweat-dampened back stung, reminding me how wild Brook had been. When I returned to bed, she was still lying in the same place with a sated smile on her face. I settled in beside her and cupped her cheek with one hand.

  “I want you to know something,” I said softly, as I stroked her cheek.

  “What’s that?” she asked, looking somewhat bemused.

  “This is about more than sex for me,” I told her. “The sex is fantastic, but that’s not all this is for me.”

  “I know,” she said. “It’s about more for me, too, but let’s not downplay how great the sex is.”

  “Never,” I assured her, brushing her hair back from her face. “This is a good look for you.”

  “What look would that be?” she asked.

  “Freshly fucked and completely sated,” I explained, earning me a laugh.

  “I’m not sure I’ve ever been this sated,” she admitted. My grin widened, and she smacked me on the chest. “Stop looking so cocky.”

  “I can’t help myself,” I insisted. “I just made you scream my name, and I’m hoping to do that again tonight.”

  “Are you now?” she asked. “You seem pretty sure you’re going to get an invitation to stay the night.”

  I pushed her onto her back and quickly settled my weight on top of her, pinning her hands to the bed. “I think I can convince you to invite me to stay the night.”

  “What did you have in mind?” she asked.

  Leaning close to her ear, I whispered, “How about if I offer to make you come a dozen more times tonight?” I nipped her earlobe, enjoying her sexy moan.

  “I’m not sure I could come that many times.”

  “I know you can,” I assured her. “Invite me to stay, and I’ll prove it to you.”

  “Would you like to sleep here tonight?” she asked, wrapping her legs around my hips and grinding against me.

  “Why, yes, I think I will stay the night, but I doubt we’ll get much sleep.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Ty

  I woke up surrounded by the scent of cupcakes and sex, something I could definitely get used to. What woke me was Brook moaning my name in her sleep, and I was more than a little tempted to help make whatever erotic dream she was having about me a reality. I resisted temptation, only because, after using half a dozen of the condoms and pleasuring Brook with my mouth and hands at least that many times, she needed rest. I was also worried she might be sore. Brook hadn’t been with a man in more than a decade, and I hadn’t exactly been gentle.

  Her eyes fluttered open, and Brook gave me a sleepy smile.

  “Good morning,” I murmured, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face.

 
“Good morning,” she responded with a pretty blush. “Would you think less of me if I admitted I’m not sure how to act?”

  “What do you mean?” I wasn’t sure how she could be feeling shy this morning after all the things she’d let me do to her last night. Granted, I’d held back. It had been our first time together, so I’d resisted the temptation to tie her to her bed and tease her until she begged me to let her come. That was one of the many things I’d decided to wait on.

  “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do after inviting you to stay the night on our first date,” she admitted. “I don’t regret it, but I don’t know if there’s a morning after protocol I should be following.”

  “There are no rules when it comes to what’s going on between us, sweetheart,” I assured her. “Okay, that sounded like a bullshit line. Of course, there are rules. There are always rules. What I meant was you don’t have to worry about acting a certain way around me.”

  “I know what you meant, Ty,” she assured me, sounding amused.

  “Last night was beyond incredible, Brook.”

  “You seem to be doing a great job of helping me uncover my kinky side,” she added.

  “Adventurous side,” I corrected. “And I have not even begun to explore your adventurous side. As I recall, I promised you a spanking.”

  Brook’s cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.

  “Are you blushing because that embarrasses you or turns you on?” I asked.

  “Both,” she admitted. “It turns me on more because I’m a little embarrassed.”

  Moving closer, I cupped her sexy ass with one hand. “I can already tell you’re going to love it.”

  “Are you going to do that now?” she asked, her eyes wide.

  I chuckled. “Do what, sweetheart?”

  “Spank me,” she replied, sounding excited by the possibility, which was sexy as fuck.

  “Do you think you deserve a spanking?” I asked, squeezing her perfect ass.

  “Are you asking if I’ve been bad or good?”

  I chuckled. “I suppose it doesn’t matter. That gorgeous ass of yours definitely needs a good spanking, but I don’t have time this morning.”

  “Busy day?” Brook asked.

  “Unfortunately,” I admitted with a regretful sigh, releasing her ass so I wouldn’t give in to the temptation to spend the entire morning in bed with her. “What do you have planned today?” I asked to move the conversation away from anything sexual.

  “I have to go over some emails and send out quotes to potential clients,” she began. “I’m also doing some contract work with an advertising firm, so I need to be on a conference call at nine. After that, I have a few projects due this month that I need to work on.”

  “Sounds like a busy day,” I remarked. “I wish we could both take the day off and spend it together.”

  “We both have jobs we love, so there’s no playing hooky,” she teased, but something in my expression made her frown. “You don’t love your job, do you?”

  “I wouldn’t say I hate my job, but it’s getting to that point,” I admitted.

  “Being a private investigator isn’t as glamorous as it sounds?” she teased. “No helping beautiful women find stolen diamonds.”

  “It’s funny you should say that, since I honestly thought that’s what it would be like when I was younger. As it turns out, most of my job involves photographing people cheating,” I explained. “I’ve wanted to leave for the last couple of years, but it’s not like I can just quit.”

  Brook’s brow furrowed in confusion. “I don’t understand. Why can’t you quit?”

  “This business is my uncle’s baby,” I explained. “Since I was a kid, the plan has been for me to take over someday. I can’t leave him hanging. It would break his heart.”

  “I doubt your uncle wants you stuck in a career you hate just to make him happy,” she pointed out. “Have you talked to him about how you feel?”

  “I’ve tried, but it never seems to work out,” I replied. “When I tell him I’m tired of looking into cheating spouses, he argues that I’m lucky I get the more interesting clients. According to him, some offices handle really boring cases.”

  “Have you tried simply telling him you don’t want to be a private investigator anymore?” she pushed.

  “No,” I admitted.

  “You should try telling him, and then find something you want to do,” she suggested.

  “You’re probably right,” I agreed. “For now, I want to hear you scream my name again before I have to run home and get ready for work. You aren’t too sore, are you?”

  “I’m definitely not too sore. This must be one of the benefits of having a younger man,” she cooed.

  “What must be one of the benefits?” I asked.

  “Youthful vigor,” she replied with a sexy smile.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Brook

  Walking Ty to the door wasn’t easy when what I really wanted to do was drag him back to bed, but we both had work to do.

  “Do you have plans tonight?” Ty asked.

  “No,” I replied.

  “Would you be interested in meeting me in Berkeley to try out a new organic restaurant? I’d offer to pick you up, but I won’t be able to leave the office until six-thirty.”

  “Sure, I’ll meet you there,” I agreed. “Just send me the address.”

  Ty leaned forward and just barely brushed his lips against mine. “I’m afraid if I take the time to give you a proper goodbye kiss, we’ll end up back in bed.”

  “It’s best if you don’t since I’m having trouble remembering why that would be a bad idea,” I admitted, and then watched as he walked to his car. As soon as I closed the front door, I went back upstairs to check my phone. I’d completely ignored it while I was with Ty, and now, I had a slew of messages. First, I checked the string from Delaney.

  DELANEY: How did your date go?

  DELANEY: It’s eleven and you haven’t responded. I’m assuming either you’re seeing a late movie, or Ty’s kidnapped you.

  DELANEY: Midnight and no response? Brook, you slut! Please tell me he’s kinky. I want to write a story with spanking in it, and I could use some help.

  I shook my head at Delaney’s questions. From anyone else, I might be surprised. It was after eight, so I knew she’d already be up. Delaney didn’t sleep much.

  ME: No spanking.

  Not yet, I added to myself. My newly discovered interest in spanking was not something I wanted to share with Delaney.

  DELANEY: But there was hot sex?

  ME: Lots of hot sex.

  DELANEY: Does he have at least eight inches? Tell me he has a huge dick.

  ME: I am more than satisfied with what he has.

  DELANEY: Are you pleasantly sore? How many inches do you think it is?

  ME: I am not telling you about Ty’s dick.

  DELANEY: Not even if I promise to credit you for helping me with research in my next book?

  ME: You want to list me as a dick expert?

  DELANEY: I’m hoping to list you as an expert on anacondas. Please say it’s an anaconda, not an inchworm.

  ME: I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be satisfied with the inchworm variety.

  DELANEY: Good point. How about if I list some snakes, and you tell me which one reminds you most of your boy toy’s trouser snake?

  ME: You are insane. I need to get to work. I’ll call you later, and no, we are not going to discuss Ty’s dick.

  Next, I checked the much shorter string from Chelsea.

  CHELS: Did you have fun with my brother?

  CHELS: Please don’t share any sex details.

  ME: It went great. Your brother is very sweet.

  CHELS: Glad you had fun. On my way to a maternity shoot. I’ll call you later.

  I hurried upstairs to shower, surprised when I heard the landline ring. No one called me on that line, except the occasional telemarketer, or an old friend of Luke’s trying to get in touch with him.
Since the line was in Rob’s name, I couldn’t disconnect it, but I’d been tempted to unplug the phone from the wall. Figuring it probably wasn’t for me, I let the call go to voicemail.

  After my shower, I was even more surprised by the voicemail on the landline.

  “Hey, Brook, call me.” Rob sounded upbeat. “I’m sure you have my number since you got my address to serve me with papers. We really need to talk, baby girl.”

  Rob’s use of his pet name for me almost made me gag. I deleted the message, wondering why Rob would be calling me after all these years. The divorce was simply a formality, and he had to know I wasn’t asking for anything.

  I decided to make a quick call to my attorney to let her know about Rob’s message.

  After ten minutes, I finally managed to get through to her.

  “Good morning, Brook,” Simone Hardy, my divorce attorney, greeted me. “What can I do for you?”

  “I’m not sure there’s anything to do,” I began. “I just wanted you to know Rob left me a voicemail this morning.”

  “Did he say what he wanted?” she asked.

  “He asked me to call him, claiming we needed to talk,” I told her. “I’d rather not talk to him, but I wanted to get your take on things.”

  “Don’t call him, if you don’t want to talk to him,” she replied. “Your divorce is simple, and he’s been served. He hasn’t responded yet, but I’m sure that’s because he needs to retain an attorney. If you decide you want to talk to him, it won’t hurt anything. Basically, it’s completely up to you.”

  “That’s what I thought, but I wanted to make sure you agreed,” I told her. “Thank you.”

  “Any time,” she assured me. “Do you have any other questions?”

  “No, that was all,” I replied.

  While I was somewhat curious about why Rob was calling, I didn’t want to talk to him. I’d probably see him in court at some point, but beyond that, I didn’t need to have any contact with him. My life was finally moving forward, and Rob needed to stay in my past.