by Anita Kidesu
At her nod, he pushed in a little farther, not wanting to hurt her. His size had intimidated the few women he’d been with over the years, but when Reenie gripped his ass and pulled him deeper, he knew she’d be all right.
“Now. I need you now.” Her voice broke with her ragged breath.
Jolts of pleasure zapped through his system as her pussy gripped his cock. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
He wasn’t a man to deny a woman her pleasure, so with one quick thrust, he filled her. Her heat and contracting muscles enveloped him, squeezing the life from him. Even though he wanted to pump himself into oblivion, he paused, giving her a chance to get used to his size. Beads of sweat ran down the sides of his face. When she arched her hips, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
With only thoughts of his aching cock and her sweet pussy, he surged deeper and deeper until his mind centered solely on coming.
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Reenie didn’t want him to hold back. Didn’t want him to be careful with her, but to give her everything he had. Make her mindless with pleasure. A gasp ripped from her when he finally filled her to the hilt. Her unused pussy muscles stretched and cried with delight. When he paused, they cried with dismay. Time to get him moving.
She sank her nails in his back and jerked her hips upward. Bart’s body heard her message, and he pumped once, twice, and again and again until she had trouble keeping up with him. She dug her heels into the mattress, finally finding a rhythm. Their bodies slapped against each other as the creaking of the bed springs seeped into her lust-filled mind.
Tension built in her core. Their hips ground together harder and harder, until the coil sprang open, spreading through her pussy, her nerve endings, and her heart. A scream built from deep within. Bart covered her mouth with his, his tongue demanding entrance. Their tongues dueled in time with the pumping of his cock as he if was fucking her mouth as well as her pussy, his mouth effectively swallowing her cries of pleasure.
With one last shove, Bart moaned and then lay still, his heart pounding against hers.
He pulled back from her and pressed his forehead to hers. “Are you all right?”
Reenie took a deep, soul-catching breath and opened her eyes. His blue ones held concern. “More than all right.”
As their breathing slowed, she realized the bed had moved and was bumping against a bookcase. She glanced over her head. Several books had clunked to their sides and a few knickknacks her mother had collected from her journeys wobbled. “Shit.”
Bart frowned, pushed up on his elbows, and wiped hair from her face. “What? Did I hurt you?”
“No. It was wonderful, but…”
“What?”
“Look up.” One of the statues toppled, rolled to the edge of the shelf, and landed on Bart’s head.
“I am so, so sorry.” Reenie buried her face in his neck. “Are you hurt?”
Bart rubbed the back of his head. “I may have a concussion, but I have to say one thing.”
Reenie looked up at him. His smile made her heart flutter, stomach flitter, and toes flex. “What’s that?”
“It was the best damn sex I’ve ever had.” His chest vibrated against hers.
“Are you laughing?”
Bart held up a statue of Aphrodite at their side. “At least she has a sense of humor.”
Reenie leaned her elbows on his chest and took the statue from him. “You’d think the goddess of love and sex would have protected us. Not exactly the way I’d plan to end the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life.”
His smug smile flipped her stomach. “Earth-shattering, huh?”
Oh crap. Had she said that out loud? Maybe if she ignored him. He grabbed her when she tried to roll from him. Someone pounded on the office door. Yes. Saved by the knock.
“Reenie? Is everything okay in there?”
She flopped back down on Jon’s chest. “Shit. Al.” That’s all they needed now. “We…I’m fine,” she yelled over the music.
“I heard something crash. Do you need help?”
Reenie rose from Bart’s shaking body. “Don’t you dare laugh,” she whispered.
She pulled on her jeans, went around the screen, and turned down the radio. She searched for her bra and T-shirt. Thank heavens, Al couldn’t see through the smoky glass. “I was cleaning Mom’s closet while her computer was downloading. I knocked her roll-away into the bookshelf, and stuff landed on the floor.”
There was silence on the other side of the door. She hooked her bra and pulled her T-shirt over her head.
“Is the bed all right?” Al finally asked through the door.
Why the heck would he ask about the bed…unless… She was so not going there. “Everything is fine, Al. I’ll just pick up the mess and leave for the night. Thanks for asking.”
“Let me know when you’re ready. I’ll escort you to your car.”
Crap. Now how was she going to get Bart out of the building? She knew Al was protecting her, and it would seem odd if she didn’t take him up on his offer. Only when she heard his retreating footsteps and jingling keys did she go back to the scene of the disaster.
Bart had removed the condom, put on his boxers, and was pulling on his jeans. She had no idea what he’d done with the used condom until she saw him putting a wad of tissue into his pocket. Thank heavens, she didn’t have to worry about her mother finding it in her wastebasket. It would be bad enough if Al mentioned her being in the office tonight.
She hated to see that sculpted chest disappear, but she handed Bart his shirt, anyway. “We’d better get this cleaned up,” she said, staring at his chest muscles and flat stomach as he pulled his shirt over his head.
He winked at her when his head popped through the shirt. “Ready for another round?” He glanced over her. “Because I sure am.”
Reenie looked at the bulge in his pants, then the books and papers on the floor. “As much as I’d like to, we’d better get out of here.” She bent and started picking up the books. “Can you look for the condoms?”
“How many are there?”
“How…” Shit. She was supposed to be alone in the room. “How the heck should I know?” she asked quietly. “Just make sure to look everywhere.”
Once the shelves were back in order and Aphrodite had been placed back where she thought the statue belonged, Reenie moved to the bed. Without opening it, she tugged the sheet from the folded mattress and crammed it into her backpack. She prayed she’d get it back before her mother used it… Reenie shuddered. Reenie’s father had been dead six years, so Zelda’s personal life was absolutely, positively none of her business.
Bart appeared at her side, and Reenie jumped.
“I think I got them all,” he said, handing her the box. “It’s at least half full.”
“That’s what I remember.” She put the box under the mattress. “I hope this is where they were.”
“Let me,” Bart said when she started pushing the bed back to the closet, the wheels squeaking across the floor.
Reenie winced. “I don’t remember it being so noisy when I pulled it out before.”
“I believe we were thinking of other things,” Bart said, closing the closet door.
His chuckles set her system humming. She looked around the space behind the privacy screen. Everything seemed to be in order. As she walked to her mother’s desk, she made sure nothing was out of place.
Reenie picked up her heavy, stuffed backpack and clicked off the desk lamp. With light coming from an outer window, her eyes adjusted to the dimness. Bart was a tall shadow, leaning against Zelda’s desk.
“C’mon, we need to go.” Putting her hand on the doorknob, she stared back at him. “Coming?”
He uncrossed his ankles and stepped toward her. “Uh, just how do you plan on getting me out of here? How would you explain me to Al if he sees me?”
Shit. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. In her sex-filled haze earlier, she never considered having to lea
ve with Bart. He stood beside her and twisted a strand of her hair in his finger.
She slapped his hand. “Don’t do that. I can’t concentrate.”
Bart leaned into her. “How about when you leave the room, I’ll follow and keep to the shadows. When you and Al leave, I’ll slip out of the front door before it closes completely.”
Reenie shrugged. “That’s as good a plan as any, I guess. Let’s go.”
Chapter Five
Jon walked behind Reenie after she locked Zelda’s door. He’d carried his shoes so they wouldn’t squeak on the polished floors. He slipped into a short, shadowed hallway when she called to Al. Within a few moments, the jangling of his keys came closer.
“Ready to go, Reenie?” the older man asked.
Jon peered around the corner as Reenie and the custodian walked to the front door. Sliding along the shadowed walls as if he were on a narrow ledge fifteen stories high, he trailed behind them.
“Good girl,” he muttered when Reenie made a point of pushing the front door wide enough that it wouldn’t immediately close. He raced the short distance and barely eased through before it slammed shut. He gave her a thumbs-up when Reenie gave him a quick glance over her shoulder.
“So, Al,” she said, raising her voice. “Have you ever been to Greece?”
“Funny thing you should ask, I’m planning on going with your mother’s group this fall.”
Their voices became mumbled when they turned the corner of the building. Figuring it would be better to go in the other direction even though their cars were in the same lot, Jon put his shoes back on and headed around the building. Lights along the sidewalk illuminated the grounds. He stopped short when he got to the parking lot. Reenie and Al were still talking.
Shit. He was hoping to be able to talk with her before she left since he’d forgotten to get her phone number.
What the hell. His car was in the lot a few spaces from hers. There was nothing to show where he’d been. To his surprise, Reenie waved at him when he approached his car.
“Bart, so nice to see you again,” she called.
“You know this man?” Al asked.
Jon pocketed his keys and walked toward them. “We just met tonight at the meeting.”
“Yes. Good to see you again,” she repeated, reaching to shake his hand. “Bart’s going on the Greece trip. So is Al.”
In the pregnant silence that followed, Jon raised an eyebrow at Reenie.
“If you were at the meeting, why are you still hanging around here?” Al asked, suspicion filling his voice.
“I went for a walk. It’s a beautiful campus,” Jon answered, wondering if the man was ever going to leave. While he was pleased he was protecting Reenie, he wanted to talk to her. “I’m glad I ran into you. I forgot my notebook in Zelda’s office.”
It was a good thing Al was looking at Jon rather than Reenie. Her eyes widened, and she sucked in a breath. The woman would never win at poker.
“I suppose I can get it at the next meeting,” Jon added, hoping that he’d see her before then, if Al would ever leave so he could get her phone number.
“It’s all right, Al. You can go back to work.” She gave the older man a smile bright enough to light the entire parking lot. “I’m completely safe with Bart.”
“You’re sure?” Al asked.
“Yes. Thank you for walking me to my car.”
With a piercing glance at Jon, Al walked back to the building, shooting one more look over his shoulder before disappearing.
“I thought he’d never leave,” Reenie said, leaning against her small, red car. Her backpack sat on the ground beside her.
Needing one more taste of her, Jon made sure Al was really gone before he rested his palms against the car windows on either side of her head. The glass was still warm from the day’s heat.
“I missed you,” he said, brushing his lips against hers.
Reenie’s laugh sent shivers down his spine and woke up his cock. He’d love to go another round with her.
“It’s been, what, ten minutes?” She hooked her fingers around his neck, her thumbs doing some kind of exotic dance beneath his hair. She pulled him closer.
While her tongue tangled with his, he pressed his body more fully against hers. If there weren’t so many streetlights, he’d take her right against her car. Reenie wiggled against his erection, and he had a feeling she’d let him do her right here.
Jon broke the kiss and touched his forehead to hers, trying to get his breathing under control. “Wow, woman, you sure do something to me.”
“Back at ya.” Reenie sighed. “But I suppose we’d better go our separate ways. It’s not as if we won’t see each other again,” she said looking up at him through her lashes. “Is it?”
“I sure as hell want to see you again, but…”
“But what?”
Stepping back so he could think enough to talk, he went on. “I didn’t get your phone number.”
Reenie pulled a pen from an outside pocket of her backpack. “Do you have some paper?”
“Uh. No. I really did leave my notebook in your mother’s office.”
“Seriously?” She slammed her fists on her hips. “What am I supposed to tell Mom?”
Jon shrugged. “Unless she remembers my leaving with it, she’ll think I left it behind after the meeting. Why don’t you write your number on my hand? I do it all the time.”
Reenie turned his hand over and stared at his palm.
“See all the ink?”
“Okay,” she said, writing her number down. “But don’t lose it.”
“Where I go, my hand goes.”
With an eye roll, Reenie opened her car door and got in behind the wheel. “You’ll call?”
“You can bet on it.” He pushed the door shut and slapped the car roof. “You sure as hell can bet on it,” he said again as he jogged to his car, his heart lighter than it had been in a long, long time.
Jon flashed his lights at her before she turned right out of the parking lot, and he headed left.
Chapter Six
Over the top of his beer bottle, Matt glanced at the large clock on the living room wall. Ten o’clock. He flipped up the foot rest on the black, leather couch he and Jon had splurged on to celebrate getting their book in on time and receiving an advance on the next one.
“Where the hell is he?” he mumbled, flicking through the channels until he found an old western. When Jon had left earlier in the evening, he said he’d be home early so they could watch a super hero movie they’d missed seeing in the theaters.
Had he been in an accident? Matt’s stomach dropped, and his heart stuttered at the thought of losing his brother. It would be like having half of him torn away. It was like that when Jon had been gone the past six years. Even though they’d kept in touch and had seen each other every few months, it wasn’t the same as having his twin with him.
Things were going so well with them right now. They had the cooking and cleaning routine down. Since neither had a girlfriend, they had more time to spend together. Jon seemed to have finally come to grips with their parents’ lifestyle. Anyway, he acted like it.
Matt was getting another beer from the refrigerator when he heard Jon come up the stairs. Instead of one bottle, he grabbed two and twisted off the caps. Even though the apartment was air conditioned, the room was warmer than the beer. In no time at all, the bottles dripped with moisture. By the time the door opened, Matt was leaning against the counter ready to grill Jon.
“Thanks, man.” Jon guzzled down half the bottle before taking a breath. “Ahhh. Nectar of the gods.”
“Where the hell have you been?”
Jon avoided his gaze. “Here and there.”
Something was up. Matt passed their kitchen table and sat on the couch. “I thought you had a meeting for that trip to Greece.”
Jon sat on the other end of the couch, flipped up the leg rest, leaned his head back, and sighed. “I did.” He rolled the clear bottle between h
is palms. Jon looked at Matt, his small, satisfied smile reminiscent of another night Jon had come home late during college. One rather like a proud dog digging up a favored bone. Or a cat presenting its owner with a dead mouse.
Matt knew that smile. “Holy shit, man. You got laid.”
Jon raised his bottle in a salute. “Yep.”
“Who? Where? How?” A little pang of jealousy zapped through Matt. He was the one who always got the girl—in the past anyway. He wasn’t kidding when he’d told Jon there hadn’t been a woman in a while.
“Who—she’s a woman I met at the meeting tonight. Where—in her mother’s college office. And how? Shit, man, you of all people should know how.”
“Humor me. I’ve hit a dry spell.” When Jon opened his mouth, Matt held up his empty bottle. “I need to refresh my beer. Want another one?”
Jon chugged down the remaining beer. “Yeah. For some reason, I seem a little drained.”
“Smart ass. I want details.”
As Jon relayed the events of the evening, he rolled the new bottle between his hands, a habit that meant he was nervous. Matt laughed about the condoms, the small bed, and how Jon had to sneak out. It pissed Matt off that this woman had a stalking ex. But he sensed his brother was leaving out the important parts. Even though his father had drummed into them about respecting women, usually when they were alone, he and Jon would tell each other everything.
Tonight, Jon seemed to gloss over some parts of his evening. Either she was so bad he couldn’t find anything good to say about the experience or so good he couldn’t find the words—and that was saying something for a writer. The way Jon was acting, Matt had a feeling it was the latter.
“So, are you going to see her again?” Matt asked.
Jon smiled. “I sure hope so.”
“Did you get her number?” Matt set his bottle on the coffee table and rested his elbows on his knees. He looked at Jon. “Please tell me you got her number.”
Jon held up his hand and showed Matt his palm. Shit. Blue streaks lined his brother’s palm. There was going to be hell to pay tonight.
