If she didn’t ease off on the button, her knuckle would snap.
“Come up,” she croaked, mouth dry.
“Okay,” he answered.
Head spinning, she released the button. God, what was she doing? What did she do?
She dropped her stare to the ice cream in her hand.
Put it away.
Yeah. That was a good idea. Put it away. That was a start.
She hurried to the kitchen, yanked open the freezer, shoved the ice cream container in, and slammed the door shut. Then yanked the freezer back open, pulled out the ice cream, searched for its lid, ran into the living room, snatched up the lid and—after shoving the ice cream-coated spoon into her mouth—put the lid on the container and ran back to the kitchen.
What are you doing?
“Losing it,” she chuckled around the spoon as she returned the ice cream to the freezer again.
A knock sounded on her door.
Her heart crashed up into her throat. She swallowed, stare locked on the closed door.
Oh god.
Cool. Be cool. Be calm and indifferent and dismissive and—
She ran for the door and flung it open.
“Hi.” The spoon fell from her mouth and struck her bare foot, right on her big toe. Grimacing, she grabbed at her toe, wobbling on one foot. “Goddamn it.”
Baz regarded her, eyes dancing. “I love the way you move.”
“Shut up,” she grumbled. “This was not how this was meant to go.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “How was it meant to go?”
Releasing her foot, she scowled at him. “I was going to tell you it’s too late. You were being a moron, and I don’t have room in my life for morons. In fact, I’m still going to tell you it’s—”
He crossed the threshold in one step and, hands tangling in her hair, silenced her with a kiss.
Her bones melted. She moaned into his mouth, opening to him, meeting his hungry tongue with equal craving. Snagging the front of his shirt, she tore it open. Buttons popped, cotton ripped. She didn’t care. She wanted his chest, his heat under her palms.
He growled his approval, deepening their kiss as he dragged his hands down her back to squeeze her ass.
With another growl, he yanked her harder to him, the long, rigid pole of his erection trapped in his jeans grinding against the curve of her belly. She strained up onto tiptoe, needing to feel his arousal closer to her sex.
He chuckled, tearing his lips from hers. “How ’bout we move this elsewhere?”
Stop stop stop. He’s left you. Twice. Three times. Think about that!
Dragging in a deep breath, she disengaged herself from his arms and shook her head. “Not so quick, kangaroo boy. You broke my heart.”
Okay, that was a bit more dramatic than she’d intended.
His jaw bunched. “I didn’t mean to. But you were right. Back at the pub. The guy who did that, who broke your heart? He’s a dick. And not me.” He grimaced, self-contempt flickering across his face. “Not the me I like being.”
She folded her arms over her breasts and studied him. “So…you think you can make it up to me with more amazing sex?”
His lips twitched. “It’s a start.”
Her stomach fluttered. She shook her head. “Not good enough. Why the sudden turnaround?”
A wobbly sigh burst from him and he ducked his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I had a phone convo with Uncle Lacky. An ear-bashing, to be honest.”
“Ear-bashing?” Damn, she loved the way he spoke, even when she was pissed at him.
His chuckle was wry. “A lecture. Turns out, this whole trip he sent me on wasn’t so much for him, but for me.”
She frowned. “How so?”
He swiped at his mouth and raked his hands through his hair. “You’re right. I was running from my issues. Getting dumped by your parents, knowing they are out there, living their lives without you, simply because they don’t want you in theirs, that you were an inconvenience to them, kinda screws a bloke up. So I’ve spent my life making sure I’ll never be anyone’s inconvenience again. And in the process kinda forgot what it means to be alive.”
“And what does it mean? To be alive?”
“Connection. And while I’ve fought against it my whole bloody life, getting a taste of it…” He chuckled. “You bloody well shook everything up, Hayley Miller.”
She couldn’t help but grin. “Good. I’m glad.”
“Thought you might be.” His lips curled, a small smile tugging at their corners, before his eyes grew distant. “I don’t like being a coward. And I’ve come to realize life is very much what we put into it. So…” He held his arms out from his sides and met her stare. “Here I am. Back here. In your apartment. Saying g’day. Again. And hoping to bloody god I haven’t fucked up whatever this thing is we have by being a gutless wonder. Have I?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Depends.”
He frowned, his Adam’s apple jerking up and down his throat. “On what?”
“Talk Aussie to me.”
“Whoop whoop ‘Stral? Or bogan ‘Strain?”
She smiled. “Surprise me.”
He studied her, his expression unreadable. And then cleared his throat. “G’day, Hayley. I know I come a gutsa and made you madder than a cut snake, but I’m just wonderin’ if there’s any chance a bonza city sheila like you would like to give it a burl with a bloke from the bush for a bit?”
A soft laugh fell from her. “I have no idea what you just said, but yes.”
He took a step towards her, and then stopped. “Sure?”
She nodded. “Let’s start with the amazing sex and see where it goes from there.”
He grinned and closed the distance between them, sliding his arms around her waist. “Grouse.”
“Grouse?”
Mischief danced in his eyes. “An Aussie word I’ve never used in my life. Roughly translated, it means great. Or in this situation, fair suck of the sav, this woman is amazing.”
She laughed. And then tangled her fingers in his hair and kissed him.
They both came up for air a few seconds later and gazed into each other’s eyes.
“I want to make love to you, gorgeous,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “Make up for being a dick.”
Her heart fluttered. “Fine by me.”
He scooped her up, carried her to the sofa and lowered himself onto it.
She straddled his lap, exploring his chest with her hands, tweaking his small, puckered nipples with her fingers.
His pupils dilated, a choppy breath catching in his throat.
“You like that?”
He nodded, and then groaned as she did it again.
“Remember when you made me come just by sucking on mine?” She traced his nipples with the tips of her index fingers, her heart wild as she watched him react to her touch.
“Fuck, yeah.” He squeezed her hips and rolled his own, grinding his imprisoned cock against her pussy. “Will never forget it.”
She smiled, wriggling on his lap a little. “Do you think I could do the same to you?”
Before he could answer, she bent down and captured his right nipple with her lips.
“Holy shit!” he groaned, fisting a hand in her hair. “That feels…”
She moved her mouth to his left nipple, flicking her tongue over its tip before sucking its pebbled form harder into her mouth.
He groaned again, hand in her hair tighter, hand on her hip the same.
At her folds, his cock twitched, an undeniable response to what she was doing to him.
One nipple and then the other, teasing over and over.
With each bite and suck, his moans grew louder, rawer. His hands grew fiercer. “S-so…so good…” The words tore from him in a strangled breath. “So…too…”
He drove his erection harder to her sex, his words dissolving, his hips bucking.
And then, without warning, he pressed her onto her back on the s
ofa’s cushions, covering her body with his, and took savage possession of her mouth.
Liquid heat flooded her core. Charged pleasure sheared through her. She arched beneath him, clawing at his back. It was as incredible as yesterday. No, more so.
She should be stopping him. She should be laying down some ground rules. So much for being calmly indifferent.
She should—
His lips traveled up to her temple as he cupped the side of her face with one hand. “Will you forgive me?”
“For?” she whispered.
“Wanting you so much I behaved like a wanker?”
A soft chuckle slipped from her. “That is the weirdest compliment I’ve ever had. And the best explanation for crappy behavior.”
He lifted his head and looked down at her. “It was crappy. I’m sorry.”
She licked her lips, heart thumping fast in her throat. “Can I ask a question?”
He nodded.
“How long you planning on staying?”
His jaw bunched as he swallowed. “How long do you want me to stay?”
She searched his eyes, her throat thick. “Can I tell you tomorrow?”
“Alright.”
“Or maybe the next day?”
“Alright.”
She raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips, locking her ankles at the small of his back. “Or the day after that?”
“Day after that is doable.”
Gazing up into his eyes, she pressed her pussy to the hard ridge of his cock. “Day after that might be more likely.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Her heart beat faster. She licked her lips. “See? Now that’s the kind of answer I like to hear.”
He chuckled. “Did I ever tell you that you have the sexiest fucking eyes on the planet?”
“No. But then, we’ve only known each other for less than twenty-four hours.”
“True.” He lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. “Remind me to tell you in twenty years or so, okay?”
“Planning to still be here then?”
“Yep.”
She squeezed her legs, drawing his groin closer to hers. “Can you promise me mind-blowing orgasms daily?”
“I’ll do my best. So, at least twenty more years of this? Give or take a few days?”
Grinning, she tangled a fist in his hair and drew his head closer to her. “Crikey, mate,” she murmured. “Hell yeah.”
He laughed. “That is the worst Australian accent I’ve ever heard.”
“Bite me,” she laughed.
“With pleasure.”
And he stripped her naked and proceeded to do just that.
Twenty more years of this?
Best rebound of her life.
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Compliance
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Two weeks into Bethany’s Australian vacation, she was planning acts of debauchery. Were those acts enough to get her thrown out of the country? She didn’t know. Didn’t care, to be honest. Because for the first time in her life, she was completely and utterly overwhelmed with desire. Flustered was another good word. Horny beyond belief was another, although to be completely accurate horny beyond belief was actually three words. And an understatement.
In the fourteen days since arriving in the country for a long-overdue vacation from her PA job, she’d spent far more hours fantasising about wicked sexual activities than she had actual sightseeing. Even when she had done the whole tourist/sightseeing thing, like climb to the top of the Sydney Harbour Bridge, all she could think about was the two guys she’d met on her first night in Australia.
Two guys.
Not one. Oh, no. Two. When Bethany Sloan decided to fall instantly and powerfully in lust, an emotion she’d always prided herself on being immune to, of course it would be with two men. After all, Bethany never did anything by half measures.
And there was nothing half measure about Logan Hill and Curtis Clarkson. Nothing half measure at all.
Sitting at a shadowy booth at the back of Curtis’s bar, curiously called the Cricketer’s Cup—the bar, not the booth—Bethany watched both men talk at the bar.
They’d become her sexual fantasy. A fantasy she wanted to experience more than anything.
Curtis was the perfect specimen of a hot-blooded, virile sex-god. Tall, broad-shouldered, lean-hipped with the most incredible physique Bethany had ever seen. And Bethany was no stranger when it came to physically perfect men, given her boss was the Hollywood action star and three-times US Weekly’s Sexiest Man Alive recipient, Chris Huntley. But Curtis Clarkson…well, it wasn’t just his body that pushed her sexual lust buttons and made her want to get to know him better in every way imaginable.
It was the periwinkle blueness of his eyes, the little crinkles on either side that spoke of a devilish mirth within him, the kind that made him laugh often. It was the way his honey-blond hair never quite looked tidy, as if he’d only just tumbled out of bed after a session of wild, uninhibited sex. It was the squareness of his jaw always sporting a stubbly growth Bethany wanted to feel scraping against the inside of her thigh, up high where she’d feel his warm breath fan the folds of her pussy. It was the hawkish quality of his nose that spoke of a regal Italian somewhere far back in his lineage. It was the way her skin broke out in hot flushes, her nipples pinched into puckered tips of aching want and her sex contracted and constricted whenever he looked at her, his lips tugged into a wicked lopsided smile she saw every night in her fantasies.
It was the way he treated his best friend with a loving warmth Bethany admired and respected.
Shifting her ass a little on the booth’s bench seat, Bethany slid her attention to the man leaning on the bar engaged in a deep conversation with Curtis.
Logan Hill. The very antithesis of Curtis.
Bethany drew in a long, slow breath, her pussy throbbing even more. Well, not entirely the antithesis. Like Curtis, Logan was tall with blond hair. But his eyes were a dark indigo, the serious intelligence in them emphasized by rimless glasses. Like Curtis, his shoulders were broad…but his physique was less muscular. Less that of a professional sports star—which Curtis was—and more that of a man who ran daily on a treadmill. Which he did. A minimum of ten miles.
Where Curtis was quick to laugh, Logan expressed his quirky sense of humour through a barely noticed twitch of his lips. Where Curtis was fawned over by men and women every day, due to once being Australia’s most idolized professional sports star, Logan seemed to appear invisible to most of them regardless of his success.
It was well known in the country that the best friend of the ex-captain of the Australian cricket team was a computer nerd who made enough money annually to shame Warren Buffett and Donald Trump combined. It was noted and discussed often in the media.
It was Bethany’s observation however, that when people were in Logan’s company, all they saw was a quiet, diffident guy in glasses wearing a Star Wars T-shirt, or a Captain America T-shirt, or a May the E=MC2 Be With You T-shirt. And in a country obsessed with sporting achievements, especially cricket, the nerd had yet to inherent the earth. Or at the very least, the adoration.
Bethany thought the women in this country were goddamn insane if they couldn’t see the potent, latent sensuality in Logan Hill. The guy was hot with a capital holy-fuck-say-something-super-smart-to-me-again H. And she’d bet her last Australian dollar under those geeky T-shirts was a lean, sinewy body just waiting to be licked and nibbled and explored with hands and tongues and…
A tight heat coiled deep in the pit of her belly and she bit back a low groan. Logan Hill thoroughly stirred her on every level, not just the sexual levels.
She loved listening to him talk about SAP ABAP, caching, compliance, hybrid cloud, PaaS, SaaS and VMs even if she didn’t understand anything he was saying when he did. She loved talking world politics, global warming and the pros and cons of CGI-heavy films versus more traditional special effects with him until the early hours of the morning. She loved watching The Big Bang Theory with him and listening to him rant about how skewed the representation of the nerds were in the sitcom. In fact, there wasn’t much about Logan Hill she didn’t enjoy. A lot.
A lot a lot.
Realizing the two men of her intense pre-occupation were looking at her, Bethany squirmed a little on the bench and arched an eyebrow at them—a silent challenge to wander over to the booth and make wild, debauched threesome love to her right there and then.
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