by Loni Ree
“Cheetah?” I snort. “Do you mean cougar?”
“Whatever, you look good in animal prints,” Aunt Mabel calls over her shoulder as she walks out the door toward her studio in the back. I shake my head and follow her. There’s never a dull moment with my family.
There’s a red gift box sitting on my front porch when I get home. Juggling my purse and the dinner I picked up, I manage to grab the box on my way through the door. Milo is still pouting, so I don’t expect to see him anytime soon. Once I’ve gotten everything under control, I open the box to find an envelope sitting on top of all my missing thongs. My face turns red as I imagine my hot neighbor folding my intimates and placing them in the box.
After pouring a glass of wine to build my courage, I open the card and laugh out loud as I read.
While these are a thoughtful, welcome present, I’m sure they look much better on you than on me. Perhaps you would agree to dinner with me in exchange for them? My number is 555-2221. I’ll be waiting to hear from you. Jordan Kane
It takes a couple glasses of wine to build my courage before I finally call and agree to dinner at Jordan’s on Friday night. Just the sound of his deep voice on the phone causes me to have premature hot flashes. I’m wondering if I should skip panties the night of our date since they’ll stay drenched anyway. The man is a walking sex magnet, and I’m hopelessly drawn to him.
The rest of the week moves slowly as I both anticipate and dread this weekend. I keep wondering what in the world I’m doing, accepting a date with a younger man. I’m scared to examine too closely the emotions I feel every time I’m around him, but I’m also terrified of not seeing if our attraction might be worth persuing.
On Wednesday, I break down and tell Samantha about my date with Jordan. My best friend insists on taking me shopping for a new outfit to “dazzle my date.” I realize it’s been years since I’ve been on a date. God, I’m only thirty-three. Between establishing my practice and keeping an eye on Aunt Mabel, I haven’t had time to even look at a man.
“Are you sure I’m not too old to pull this off?” I turn and look at myself in the mirror, not sure this outfit is a good idea. The fuzzy, black sweater and short, brown, leather skirt might be stylish on someone in their twenties but not a thirty-something woman.
“Pfff, you’re a gorgeous, young woman. Of course, you can pull it off. Now, let’s get some cheetah print shoes to complete the outfit.” I roll my eyes and promise myself never to tell Samantha anymore Aunt Mabel stories. An hour later, I’m the owner of the questionable outfit, but I put my foot down over the cheetah shoes. I end up with nice black, high-heeled boots instead. Then it’s off to the spa for waxing and buffing every inch of my body. Since I haven’t had a reason to get this done in quite a while, the experience isn’t a pleasant one.
Chapter 4
Holly
Friday finally comes and brings sheer terror with it. Throughout the day, I tell myself to cancel the date numerous times, only to turn around a few minutes later and decide I’m going to go through with it and see what happens. I take much longer than usual to dress for dinner since I’m acting like a sixteen-year-old girl. After applying, removing, and reapplying my make-up several times, I give up and go with light blush, mascara, and nude lipstick, figuring the outfit will be flamboyant enough.
Standing outside his door and trying to persuade myself to ring the bell is embarrassing enough, then Jordan opens the door and I want the ground to swallow me. “I thought I saw you walk over, but the doorbell never rang. Is there a problem?” He looks delicious in his navy dress slacks and light blue shirt, which emphasize his strong, masculine body. I’m tempted to run my fingers through his messy, caramel-colored hair. All thoughts of fleeing vanish and are replaced with the urge to see if he tastes as good as he smells. I shake my head to clear the thoughts I’m having as he takes my hand and gently pulls me in the door. His touch turns my mind to mush, and I feel my nipples poking the front of the fuzzy sweater. Thank God, Samantha talked me into the thick, woolly material. These physical reactions to him scare me senseless.
“You look beautiful,” he says breathily as he leans in and kisses my cheek. My brain seems to be disconnected from my mouth so I smile at his compliment. Luckily, he continues, “Dinner is almost ready. Come on into the kitchen.” I follow him mutely and wonder how the hell I’m going to get through this dinner if I can’t even have a conversation with Jordan.
“While we’re waiting, would you like a glass of wine?” He turns and lifts an eyebrow, and my mouth finally begins to function but the filter unfortunately hasn’t caught up.
“Would I ever,” I answer, and he laughs as he walks over to the industrial-sized refrigerator.
“Why are you so nervous?” He hands me the wine as he asks, and the hint of a smirk on his handsome face causes my eyes to narrow.
I grab the glass and take a large gulp before shrugging and going with honesty. “I haven’t had a date in years. I’m out of practice.” Seeing the look of shock on his face is worth the mortification.
“Good to know. The thought of you dating another man makes me homicidal.”
I’m sure my face displays a similar degree of shock from his declaration. “But I’m so much older than you,” I blurt out, and he looks shocked for a second before he takes my hand and kisses it.
“I’m twenty-seven years old. You can’t be more than a year or two older than me, and to be honest, I don’t care. All I’ve thought about since you got here is how much I want to throw you down on my sofa and fuck you. So, I’d say the age difference doesn’t matter to my dick either.” When he reaches over and gently pushes under my chin to close my mouth, I blink several times and attempt to get my heartbeat under control.
“Try five years,” are the only words I find myself able to voice.
He smirks for a second then kisses my ear. “Oh, that makes it even hotter.” My eyes roll back in my head when he leans over and runs his tongue up the side of my neck. Before I realize what’s happening, I’m sandwiched between his strong body and the kitchen wall. I groan in the back of my throat as he lightly bites the skin of my neck before whispering in my ear, “I’m dying for a taste of you.” All it takes is a slight turn of my head and our lips meet. Our tongues tangle as his hands run up my sides and skim along my aching breasts.
My legs wrap around his waist as his hands grip tightly under my ass. His huge cock rubs against my clit through all the layers of material, and I nearly come from the sensation. In the distance, a buzzer cuts through the fog of lust, and I stiffen in his arms as Jordan groans, “Fuck.”
After letting my legs fall to the ground, I pull my skirt down and take a couple of deep breaths before I look up to meet his eyes. He kisses my nose then leans his forehead against mine and sighs. “God, I want to finish this, but I don’t want to move too fast for you. Let’s have dinner and get to know each other a little.” I nod my agreement since I don’t trust my voice yet.
It takes me a few minutes to get my overheated body under control. Jordan’s hands shake as he removes the casserole from the oven, proving he’s in the same condition. While silently working together to get dinner ready, we avoid discussing our near sexual encounter.
Throughout the meal, the chemistry in the room is overwhelming. When Jordan asks me to watch a movie, I debate refusing but talk myself into staying for a while. As I sit next to him, my body tingles from the slightest touch of his thigh against mine, and I’m aware of every breath he takes. I try to concentrate on the movie but lose the fight. Finally, exhaustion from the week catches up with me, and I fall asleep next to him on the sofa.
Fingers running through my hair wake me as I try to snuggle deeper into the warm cocoon wrapped around me. “Wiggling like that could get us into a sticky situation,” the cocoon mumbles near my ear, and my eyes pop open to see Jordan’s deep blue eyes looking down into mine. I managed to wrap my arms around his chest and my legs around his hips while I was sleeping. The hard bulge
under my thigh is proof that this position is affecting him as well.
As I try to push away, his arms tighten around me and he groans, “Where are you going?”
“I think we slept through the movie. I should head home,” I explain as I smile and try to push away again. Jordan lays his head back and groans when my leg brushes his erection. Without thinking, I run my hand over the bulge tenting his pants.
He grabs my hand and mutters, “I can’t take much more torture. This a becoming my permanent condition around you.”
Biting my lip, I debate my options for a second then look up at him and wink. “Let me help you with that condition.” Then I push his hand aside and slowly unzip and reach inside his pants. After pulling his large cock free, I lean forward and run my tongue over the head, causing Jordan to grab the back of my head as he moans my name.
“Fuck, Baby. I’m not going to last,” he warns when I wrap my lips around his dick and start sucking. He pulls my head back and groans, “This isn’t how I want our first sexual encounter to go.”
The next thing I know, Jordan is carrying me down a long hallway while we tug each other’s clothes off. A trail of clothes follows our path to his bedroom at the end of the hall. Jordan lays me across the bed then places light kisses all over my body. He takes his time, nibbling and running his tongue along every inch, driving me out of my mind with lust. As he tugs on each of my nipples then nips at the underside of each breast, my eyes roll back in my head. Every time I attempt to touch his large dick, he scoots out of reach and I grumble my complaint.
Finally, I grab his head and force him to look up at me. “Are you trying to drive me out of my mind?”
“Yes, I need you to crave me as badly as I want you,” he admits.
I promise him, “I already do. Please, fuck me.” In my mind, I promise retribution when he winks and scoots down my body.
All thoughts flee my mind as his tongue runs along my clit then slips inside to taste my pussy. When he slides two fingers inside my wet center and pumps them while sucking on my clit, stars burst behind my eyelids. It takes several seconds after the spectacular orgasm fades for me to gather my scattered thoughts.
My eyes widen when I watch him roll on a condom with one hand and I get my first full view of his massive cock. Holy cow. Before I can voice my concerns, Jordan crawls over me and runs his tongue along my lips. As his lips cover mine, he thrusts into my tight center. We both groan as my pussy stretches to accommodate his huge erection. After giving me a few seconds to adjust to his size, he begins to circle his hips, and his dick hits my g-spot with every turn. I can’t control the gasps falling from my lips as I feel another orgasm barreling toward me, and he begins pounding erratically into me. He reaches between us to rub my clit, and I see stars for the second time tonight. Jordan thrusts wildly a couple of times, then grunts as his dick jerks inside me.
After a few seconds, he kisses me on the nose and whispers, “I need to take care of the condom. I’ll be right back.” He comes back with a washcloth and gently wipes my tender flesh before tossing the washcloth into the bathroom. I’m debating whether I should get up to leave when he sets the house alarm on the wall and climbs into bed with me.
He pulls me into his arms and tells me, “Don’t even think of leaving.” Then he kisses the top of my head and nods off to sleep.
I wake to unfamiliar pussy soreness and glance over to find Jordan staring at me. “Good morning.” He leans over and gives me a kiss then rolls out of bed. “What do you say I make us breakfast then we spend the day getting to know each other?”
Chapter 5
Jordan
We spend the rest of the weekend together. Holly refuses to spend Saturday night, but I get her to agree to Sunday brunch followed by bible hour, better known as Sunday football games. Come to find out, she’s also a huge football fan. The only blip on our Sunday funday is that we root for different teams. Our good-natured teasing turns into tickling, which turns into another round of mind-blowing sex.
There’s no longer any doubt in my mind about what I’ve been feeling for Holly all along. Keeping my love to myself is hard, but I’m scared my sudden, intense feelings will overwhelm Holly this early in our relationship.
I persuade Holly to spend most evenings with me, whether we’re at my house or sometimes we decide to torture the little terror and force him to put up with our presence at Holly’s house. Milo usually ignores us unless he’s hungry or bored. Our morning jogs are an exercise in restraint. Trying to run with Holly in little shorts and a cropped tank top next to me taxes my control to the fullest. I finally suggest we start getting up earlier so we have more time in the morning, then I can fuck her after the jog. She laughs when I make the suggestion, but I’m not joking. Then she lets me know that she can’t work right after my big dick does a number on her poor little pussy. Life is good.
Spilling hot coffee on my hand as I juggle all my things, I mumble, “Fuck,” under my breath before grabbing a napkin out of my breakfast bag to clean up the spill. This morning has been a cluster fuck all the way around. Then I walk in the office door to Lola’s shit and an unexpected appointment with Mrs. Lowe later today.
I’m debating banging my head on my desk when Jason strolls into my office. He raises an eyebrow and smirks. “A little sex would help with that attitude problem.”
Rolling my eyes, I let my brother know, “Believe me, sex is not an issue. Work is my issue right now.”
He whistles under his breath as he drops into the chair across from my desk. “Okay, little brother, spill. I want to know all about her.” My brother isn’t letting me get any work done until he is satisfied, so I give in and tell him about Holly. By tonight, my relationship will be the hot topic in my family. I manage to offload Lola onto a new hire in the office. Debra Snider is happy with the arrangement, but Lola is furious to have herself assigned to work for a woman. Now, if I could manage to get some sucker to take the Lowe case, work would be much more appealing.
This week has been kicking both of our asses. I have dinner ready when Holly comes through the door, and she smiles before dropping her purse on the chair and sitting on my lap. “I’m going to need to extend my hours soon. I just can’t see all the patients in the workday right now,” she explains as I kiss her ear.
“That’s not the end of the world. I hate that we won’t see each other as much, but we’ll make it work,” I assure her, and she leans back and runs her tongue over my lips. “Our dinner is going to get cold if you keep doing that,” I warn.
She bites my bottom lip then whispers, “Let it.” A couple hours later, we warm up our dinner and eat it while watching television. Holly has her head on my shoulder later that night when there’s a knock at my door.
“Fuck.” I groan as she pulls back and looks up at me questioningly.
“I fucking forgot about that asshole. I should have fucking known he would pull this stunt tonight,” I mutter as I drag my ass off the sofa and make my way to the door. Of course, my uncle, my asshole brother, and their sidekick are all standing on my front porch. I clench my fist when I see my brother’s arrogant smirk.
“Had to check her out for yourself?” I hiss to the three of them, but my sister pushes me aside and walks past, unapologetically. The other two stroll in, and I have the urge to punch my brother.
“We were in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by and see how the house is coming along.” My sister feigns surprise when her eyes fall on Holly sitting on the sofa. “Hello, I’m Candace, Jordan’s sister.” Then she points at the other two and says, “This is Uncle Harris and our other brother, Jason. Did Jordan tell you we’re triplets? Jordan’s the baby.” When Candace winks at me over her shoulder as Jason snorts, the urge to kick them both is nearly impossible to resist. Uncle Harris winks at me, and I snarl at him. This is high school all over again.
Holly smiles at my family and introduces herself. I seethe behind her back but smile when she turns to me. Wait, one day soon, I’ll re
turn the favor to the assholes. Karma is coming for them. Fortunately, for them, they treat Holly like one of us and the night is a success. Before they finally leave, Candace and Holly make plans to meet for lunch the next week. I’m happy that she’s fitting in with my family but jealous not to have her all to myself.
The next week, Holly invites me to dinner at her Aunt Mabel’s house. She wants me to meet her and her best friend, Samantha. She frets about her “crazy aunt” and warns that the older lady has lost all of the filter between her mouth and brain. When we arrive at the little purple cottage, I realize Holly wasn’t exaggerating about her aunt’s eccentricities. There’s a garden in front filled with metal flowers in every color and little animal statues.
After Holly squeezes my hand, she leans over and places a kiss on my cheek. “I promise to make this up to you later.”
Before she can move back, I wrap my palm around her chin and cover her lips with mine. We’re both breathing hard, and I’m straining against the front of my pants by the time we come up for air. “You put up with my asshole family. There’s nothing to make up,” I assure her. “But we need to wait a little bit until I get this under control.” I look down at my lap, and Holly’s eyes follow mine.
She snorts out a laugh and bites her lip. “Too bad we’re in front of Aunt Mabel’s house or I could help you with that huge issue.”
Her words cause my problem to expand. I groan as I lay my head back against the head rest and count to ten, then I promise, “I’m going to make your little ass pay for torturing me.”
Holly turns to look out the window and laughs. “Promises, promises. You have exactly twenty-seconds to get control. Aunt Mabel has spotted us.” Fuck.
