[Legal 01.0] Legal

by Bree Dahlia

  “What about the car?” It was something that just popped in my head. “I’m figuring you all drove together.”

  “I gave Con my keys. He’s the responsible one of the two. Either I’ll walk back up there, or I’ll have him pick me up when they leave.” He smiled. “It all depends on how long I’m needed here.”

  In the safety of my private driveway, in the dark of night, I could come up with plenty of ways he’d be needed. “They don’t mind that you took off on them?”

  “Nah. They were in the process of hooking up with some women when I found them. They’re plenty occupied.”

  “And you didn’t want to be part of that?” I wasn’t asking because of a weird jealousy thing; I was just curious. He saw me home, knowing that he might not get anything in return when he could have found a little something in the beer tent. I didn’t want to hold him back.

  He gave me a strange look. “No, I came tonight for you.”

  Maybe I should make it worth his while then? I might have giggled just a little thinking about it. I wasn’t even sure. He rubbed his eyebrows and shook his head a little. He probably thought I was a total whack-a-mole.

  The wheels turned another crank. Hmm… Maybe he did count on getting lucky with me tonight. He did hand over his car keys before he knew I wanted to leave early. The little fucker was planning on being alone with me, even after the fireworks. I knew it. But whether or not he was betting on his dick joining the party remained undetermined. I could just ask him—he seemed honest enough. But when it came down to it, did I really care?

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.

  I yanked my attention away from the sky and back to his face. “Yeah, why?”

  “I thought I was losing you again there.”

  I studied his features, really absorbing myself in the shape of his eyes and the unique color of his irises. His lashes were dark and long, the kind that make women extremely envious. The kind that doesn’t exist in a tube of mascara, no matter what the ads try to sell you.

  I didn’t turn away, didn’t try to lessen the intensity that whipped through my body. My gaze traveled down over his stubbled jaw and back up to his lips. I could taste them from here, could feel their warmth. I had a brief moment of utter disbelief. This guy in front of me was gorgeous. He was fucking gorgeous, and it defied all reason.

  If I had a perfect physical type, this male specimen was it. And he wanted me. That was the piece that could knock me to my ass in a heartbeat. I could be having sex with my very own pin-up model, and I wasn’t jumping on it. Not just regular sex, but ‘pile-drive me into next week with blackout orgasms’ sex.

  I shouldn’t care if he had some kooky fetish, and that’s why he was attracted to me. I definitely didn’t care about seeing him outside the bedroom. In fact, that wasn’t even an option. I resolved myself to the fact that he was young, but everyone looked the same age when the lights were out.

  I brushed my fingertips over his lips while he continued to stare at me. I deserved this. I worked hard, so why shouldn’t I allow myself a treat every now and then? He was a man in his early twenties, in one of the horniest stages of his life. Of course, he wouldn’t turn down the chance to have meaningless, string-free sex.

  And since I liked him, I could respect myself in the morning.

  “Do you know what you’re doing to me right now?” he said.

  I had some idea. I leaned in and kissed him, confirming exactly what I was doing to him. His hard cock pressed against me, and I needed it bad.

  My new plan: Have as many casual one-nighters with Chase as possible.

  “You want to come inside,” I said, breathing into his mouth. “Fact or bunk?”

  I felt his lips curve as he fisted my hair tighter. His tongue stroked my bottom lip, eliciting a moan. It was so sensual, and I was not about to pretend he wasn’t affecting me. Turning me on and making my pussy sing. His kisses extended down to the front of my neck and more shivers danced through me. What was taking him so long to answer?

  “Fact or bunk?” I asked again. If he said bunk, just shoot me now.

  “You know it’s fact, Jillian. The answer to that question is always fact.” Good. So, what are we waiting for then? I tugged his hand, intending to lead him up the steps to my front door. “Wait. I want you to have that dinner with me. Soon. I want to pick you up and take you out. To an actual restaurant.”

  What? No. That was not part of the plan.

  Chase looked like he expected an answer, and I didn’t want to give him one. Unless that answer was no, and then what? Was he holding my vagina hostage until I gave him an affirmative? I wanted to pout and stomp my feet. If it were possible for a pushing-forty-year-old to have a temper tantrum, I’d soon be on the ground pounding my fists and kicking my legs.

  A thunderous boom made me jump. It was fireworks time. Within seconds, there’d be giant bursts of light filling the sky. “Come on, let’s watch from the back,” he said.

  “What?”

  A display of red and white exploded above us, then fizzled down. He was already pulling me up the steps, but instead of going through the door, we went past it.

  “Have you ever watched from your house? I bet we’re close enough to see them almost as well as being at the park.”

  “Uh, no.” Even when Daniel was small, there’d never been a year we stayed home. I followed another stream of color shoot into the sky before expanding into silver snakes. They were very noticeable on my back patio, but that was beside the point. “You want to watch fireworks? Now?”

  “Yeah, I do. With you.” Chase sat on my widest outdoor chair, more like a loveseat, and pulled me down onto his lap. My back faced him, and I could feel his erection still going strong, poking into my ass. So, what was the problem here?

  He wrapped his arms around my waist and hauled me closer to his chest. I rested my head back on his shoulder and watched the show. A red spiral collided with a yellow star, casting off little orange crescents. I was in a box of Lucky Charms. I smiled when he squeezed me tighter. I could handle this for a while. At least he wasn’t bringing up the public dinner question again.

  “What color is the next one?” he said. “I call purple.”

  “Green.” It shot off, forming into a red heart. Aww… that was cute. I didn’t usually see that shape. “Both wrong,” I said.

  He nuzzled his lips into the side of my neck. “What next? I say red.”

  “They just did a full red one. I pick gold.” We both eyed the sky, waiting for the color to reveal itself. Red it was. What? I practically felt his gloat against my skin when a gold-spiked offshoot burst out.

  “Both right,” he whispered, resuming where he’d left off, turning my skin into molten lava with his mouth. He was the one who wanted to watch the pretty, loud colors in the first place, so why was he taunting me like this?

  Oh, it was so on. I could play this game too. Before this night was over, I was going to be the one exploding, dammit.

  I shifted back and forth in his lap, wiggling around until he stilled me. I lifted my head. “If the next one is green, you’re going to let me turn around.”

  “Oh, I am?”

  “Yes, so I can kiss you, and you can kiss me back. And then we’ll see where it leads after that.” Please, please, please don’t ruin it by asking me out. “And I want your fajita recipe,” I said as an afterthought.

  He laughed just as it fired into the sky, erupting into tendrils of green. Someone up there loved me. Loved me a lot. I laughed even harder as I swung my body around and straddled him before he could stop me. And before he could say a word, I planted my lips on his.

  I raked my hands through his hair this time, urging him deeper. I wanted there to be no question how much I wanted this. I’d been soaked and ready just being in his presence in my driveway. Possibly even before that. I’d dazed off on the walk home, so the hand-holding could have primed me. Hell, who was I kidding? Chase had me aroused since the first night.


  His tongue danced with mine as I lowered my hands down his chest, down his stomach, relishing every bit of strength and steel that belonged to me at that very moment. Even when Mike was that age, he never felt this hard.

  I palmed his cock, stroking through his shorts. The booms sounded behind me, and I wondered what colors they were now. It was the perfect distraction from the outside world. It was loud, and even though it was bright, my huge trees shielded the yard enough to afford us privacy.

  “Fuck, Jillian. You have to stop.”

  “Why?” He didn’t want to take a breather that first time. He was all over me, giving us no chance to come up for air.

  I caressed harder while tugging at his zipper. I needed to feel hot skin in my hand. This was unusual for me, getting so turned on touching another. He’d barely made contact with any part of me from the neck down, yet I knew I was swollen, that I’d burst with one little brush over my clit or a few glides up and down his cock. I was a ripe peach that needed to be plucked right the fuck now.

  He grasped both my hands and held them aside. His mouth didn’t stop, however. My lips felt bruised and used. He sucked on my bottom lip, nipping it with his teeth before he let go and moved lower. I bared my neck for him, and he ran his tongue down. I quivered, trying to break free of my makeshift restraints.

  “Are your fireworks always this long?”

  Argh. Forget the damn fireworks already. “Let me touch you.” I tugged my hands, getting nowhere, but what did I expect? Did I think I’d outwrestle him? “Please. I know how much you want this too. I can feel it. Let me fuck you.”

  He hissed through his teeth, and I knew I got to him. I took that opportunity to put my mouth to his neck to see how he liked it. I abraded my lips over his jawbone and moved my kisses down, tasting him along the way, inhaling his scent. He intoxicated me further; I couldn’t pinpoint why he smelled so good, but it was dizzying.

  “Are you sure you’re not wearing any cologne?” The fragrance was reminiscent of the last time—pure rain mixed with fresh earth and spice. It was a bouquet of all my favorite songs tied together with a beautiful bow, and I wanted to bottle it and put it in my memory box.

  “No.”

  “Well, it works for you. A lot.” I ground my hips into him, gyrating with everything I had. “Please, Chase, just let me fuck you.” I wasn’t above begging right then. He craved it as much as me, of that I was certain.

  A deep, throaty sound came from him, and he released my hands and slid his underneath my shirt. The front clasp of my bra popped open, and then he was touching my back, pushing me forward and into his inviting mouth. As he licked and sucked, I slipped down and freed his cock, causing a rush of cool on my breasts when he inhaled sharply.

  Thick and powerful. I still couldn’t get over the sheer hardness of him. I teased with light finger strokes and vigorous caresses until he ripped my hands away.

  “If I’m going to come, it’ll be while I’m buried deep inside you.”

  I nodded. Yes, now. It’s about time. “Hurry,” I whispered. Oh, shit. No. No No. “Do you have a condom on you?” Please. He had one last time. I mentally crossed every finger and toe.

  “In my wallet. Grab it.”

  He palmed between my legs and massaged, a waterfall of heat and current rushing into me. I moaned, struggling to get his damned wallet out of his pocket. He wasn’t helping, and with each touch, I felt more and more frustrated.

  His fingers skimmed across my upper thigh and slipped underneath my shorts. Teasing me through my panties and making my breath hitch. Where was I? Dammit, I needed that rubber.

  “Do you think you could come like this? With your panties still on?”

  “Yes,” I hissed. My insides were already vibrating. He rubbed over my clit, through the material, pinching it.

  I arched my back, attempting to shift my body away. Yes, I could come, and it wouldn’t take long either. But I had a deep urge to come at the same time as him.

  “If I’m going to come,” I told him, “I want it to be when you’re buried deep inside me.”

  He growled, then grasped my hips and pulled me right on top of his bare cock. My shorts and panties were still on, but I freaked regardless. I was paranoid that way.

  “We need that condom.” I tried lifting off him. “I’m super fertile right now.” I counted out the days in my head. Shit. I was probably ovulating right at that very second. I usually felt a twinge when it happened, but my entire body was twinging, so a hell of a lot of good that sign was right now. “And I’m not on anything, not since I was thirty, and I know my body so well and….”

  What the fuck, Jillian? Stop talking. I was nervous, babbling away, and undoubtedly, annihilating the mood. Killing my chance of all those future hookups with him.

  “That’s hot.”

  Or not….

  “Take it off,” he said in a raw voice. I shimmied off him and stood, dropping my soaked panties and shorts. “Everything, Jillian.”

  He watched with hooded eyes as I pulled my shirt over my head, his fist wrapped around the muscle that amazed me so much. I wondered if I’d ever get used to it. If I’d feel giddy each time I saw and felt its strength. This was only the second time, but damn….

  I shook my bra off my shoulders and kicked aside my insecurities. No, they were not perky twenty-year-old tits, but Chase didn’t seem to mind. I focused on the way he looked at them, not on the way I did.

  He took out the condom himself and rolled it on. Then he crooked his finger. “Come here.” I felt a little off-balanced because he was still fully clothed while I was not. His cock was the only thing exposed, and even that was covered now. It may have been a necessity, but it was also a shame to mask something so magnificent.

  God, Jillian, it’s just a penis. No need to worship it like it’s the cure for PMS and menopause all wrapped in one.

  I straddled my knees over his lap, lowering myself until the tip penetrated me. He grasped hold of my hips and worked me down farther, inching me onto him slowly, controlling the movement until I wanted to scream.

  I felt so full inside, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to jack my body against him hard, experience him completely. He gave me just a bit of leeway to undulate my torso while he played with my breasts, twisting my nipples until they ached with pleasure.

  Chase took the control back, tilting me backward just enough to feel exactly what I needed. He hit me in all the right places, making me rethink the whole just-a-penis thing. It wasn’t—it was a magic wand. Stroking and gliding and electrifying. Oh, God, Lord, Jesus….

  “Fuck, Jillian.”

  His grip lessened as I cried out, the grand finale blowing off behind me and wafting the smell of gunpowder into my nose. Boom, boom, boom. The last of the holiday’s pyrotechnics rapidly fired all at once, exploding along with us. How apropos.

  I was fading fast, going down. I slumped forward, my forehead colliding with his shoulder. He stroked my hair as my thoughts coagulated into unintelligible clumps. I knew I had to get off of him, but why?

  “Let me take you out, Jillian.”

  “Out?’

  “I’m going to pick you up, and we’re going out to dinner.”

  My lids felt like elephants were hanging from the lashes. They were down to my cheeks, and I couldn’t lift them “No date,” I mumbled.

  “How could it be? You don’t date younger men.”

  “Right.”

  “Is that a yes to dinner then?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  I stretched my arms above me and rolled my head from side to side. I was face down and drooling all over my pillow. What time was it? My mouth tasted like someone had used it for a toilet. I kept my eyes shut a bit longer and just lay there, trying to keep up with the drum solo playing inside my head.

  I dropped my arms and turned over, rubbing my hands over my upper arms. They were bare, and I had little bumps all over them. I was… cold? It’d been a while since I felt that in my bedroom. Eyes still clos
ed, I burrowed under the blanket, trying to go back to sleep.

  The heaviness in my abdomen wasn’t allowing that to happen. I needed to use the bathroom, but I was chilly enough to ignore that urge as long as I could. It must have been a scorching night because I didn’t sleep naked otherwise.

  Before too long, my body forced me to take action. My head hurt, and I just wanted to get back to bed as soon as I could. What day was it? I tried to remember if I had to work early.

  I pushed down the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, hopping down. I crossed my arms, my feet trudging across the wooden floors. I wasn’t sticking to the ground. What was going on? Maybe there’d been a freak snow storm in July.

  I rounded the corner and entered the bathroom without turning on the light, grabbing my robe off the hook. Or maybe I was still dreaming. That’s why things were so weird. Oh, please, God, don’t let me wake up in a puddle of pee.

  I washed my hands and pinched myself twice before leaving the bathroom, deciding the odds of me still sleeping were stacked against me. I doubted I’d feel this shitty in a dream.

  I reminded myself of a slug as I slogged down the hallway. I needed to get a super-sized glass of water before anything else. My tongue was nasty and had little furry animals shedding all over it. Blech.

  “Morning, sunshine.”

  I screamed at the form that’d just materialized in front of me and almost fell backward. What the…? I squinted, and Chase came into view. What the fuck?

  Bam. Bam. Bam. Pop Rocks went off in my brain, and everything rushed back to me. Tequila—bam. Cotton candy stand—bam. Fireworks—bam. Orgasm—bam. Chase—bam.

  Fuck.

  “Sorry.” He peered closer at me. “What the hell’s stuck on your face?”

  Huh? I slapped around and felt the tape cemented above my brows horizontally. I hadn’t even put it on correctly. I ripped it off, figuring I must have stuck it on sometime in the middle of the night without realizing. I always kept the tape easily accessible in my bedside drawer, along with my vibrator collection.