Tease Me, page 21
“Come here, you.” I grabbed his hand and giggled as I dragged him up beside me.
We lay on our sides, facing each other. His mammoth erection prodded my pubic bone as his hand curled around my breast. “You’re amazing.” He reached up to push my hair over my shoulder. “And beautiful.”
I leaned forward, and our lips met. The gentle kiss we’d had earlier was replaced with a needier one. His tongue thrust into my mouth, and I instantly regretted it. The taste was horrid. The realization that it was me I was tasting nearly made me gag.
I pulled back, and the sixty-nine position Lolita had mentioned earlier flashed into my mind. Rising onto my hands and knees, I flipped my body around so now his cock was in my face, and my pussy was near his. I raised one knee, and at the same time, I clutched his butt cheek and pulled myself closer to him.
Before I’d had a chance to get comfortable, his head was between my thighs, and his tongue had found my hot zone again. It was concentration overload because as I savored his rock-hard cock. . . licking, sucking, and gliding my tongue all over him, he showed my pussy the same exquisite attention.
A zillion glorious sensations rippled through me as another orgasm built at lightning speed. As he licked up and down my velvet folds, he pushed a finger into me, first one, then two, and I raised my leg in the air, pointing my toes to the ceiling, opening myself nice and wide. Every part of me sizzled, yet I continued my feast on him.
I cried out as another orgasm ripped through me. This one surprised me, yet it was just as amazing as the last—fast, ferocious, and fabulous.
Billy thrust his cock toward me, and as I glided him into my mouth, he shot his load.
I swallowed, trying not to taste him this time for fear I may gag again. His cock swelled inside my mouth, and with each pulse, hot semen pumped into the back of my throat. To feel that raw action was incredible. The taste, however, not so much.
When he stopped thrusting, I glided my lips up his shaft and felt him soften beneath my suction. He pulled his head out from between my legs, and as I lowered my foot to the bed, I swallowed a few times, ensuring the last of him was gone.
Billy rolled onto his back and flipped his feet off the side of the bed to sit up.
I joined him, and we sat side by side.
He reached for my hand, and our fingers entwined. That simple action felt so right, and I nuzzled against him. Billy kissed my forehead. It was sweet and loving, and yet it said so much more. Was this what falling in love was like? Two people feeling so comfortable with each other that actions told so much more than words?
I didn’t want to analyze it for fear my twirling thoughts would ruin a perfect moment. Instead, I focused on the wonderful after-sex feelings throbbing through my body.
It seemed like an eternity before Billy eased forward and stood. “Would you like a shower?”
I smiled. “No, thank you. I’ll go home.”
He nodded as if expecting my answer.
As I re-dressed, Billy disappeared into the bathroom. By the time I had my jeans and boots on, he stepped back into the room wearing just a towel. It sat low on his hips, showing off that sexy V-shape that was like a beacon pointing the way to heaven. Billy sure did know how to capture my attention, and before I stripped off again and tackled him to the bed, I pulled my shirt on. My nipples were still rock-hard, and I tried to ignore them as I pulled my jacket on.
Billy came toward me and reached for my hand. “Thank you for a wonderful morning.”
“Thank you, too.”
He kissed the back of my hand. “I’ll be back in a couple of weeks. Would you like me to call you this time?”
I nodded and his dimples studded his cheeks as his smile deepened.
He leaned forward and kissed me—just a simple brush of our lips.
I reached for my bag, and with it over my shoulder, I turned to take one last look at my glorious cowboy. “See you soon, Billy.”
As I rode a mountainous after-sex high, I made my way to my room and took a long, hot shower. By the time I crawled into bed, I was both emotionally and physically satisfied. I reached for my diary and turned to the 6th of September. At the top, I wrote, Cowboy Billy, Room 20.
As I thought about how Billy had produced an orgasm that took my breath away, I wrote Breathless Encounter.
I detailed everything we’d done, from Billy’s gentle touches of my nipples through my T-shirt to the mind-blowing sensation overload of that sideways sixty-niner. With a contented sigh, I put my diary away and slipped under my quilt.
I tugged my spare pillow to my chest, and as I let sleep pull me into a beautiful world, I imagined the pillow was Billy, hugging me in a warm, comforting embrace.
Chapter Twenty-Six
There was no denying I was nervous about my upcoming morning with Clayton, and I was a bit annoyed with how he’d handled his invitation. First, he’d invited me to have coffee with him.
All good there.
We’d decided on a day and time. Easy. Then he’d dropped the bombshell. . . would I mind if his daughter came?
What was I going to say?
As the minutes ticked along until he picked me up, my stomach wouldn’t stop churning. The chances of getting any food down were diminishing by the second.
Whilst I loved spending time with Clayton, the idea of meeting his daughter terrified me. Dozens of unanswerable questions shot through my brain.
Was it too soon to meet her? I mean, after all, Clayton and I’d had only been on a couple of dates.
What if she didn’t like me?
What if she did?
Would she ask me if I was going to be her next mother? Faarrrk!
I paced my apartment. I was too young to be the mother of a seven-year-old girl. Actually, no—that wasn’t true. I was certainly old enough in years, but I was too young in experience with children. I had no idea what I was doing. The only kids I’d had any time with were Lolita’s children, Savanah and Maddox, and those kids were amazing.
I glanced at the cow-patterned clock on my wall. It was time. I inhaled a few deep breaths, ran my sweaty palms down my skirt, grabbed my bag, and strode out the door before I changed my mind.
As I rode the elevator, I practiced smiling, and the more my lips trembled, the more the acid in my stomach twirled. “Hi,” I said to my pale reflection. “I’m Jane, a friend of your daddy’s.”
Friend. Yes, that’s what I am. His friend. Not girlfriend. Just friend.
The doors pinged open, and with each pace I made across the lobby, I forced confidence into my stride and an upbeat attitude into my brain.
It was overcast outside. . . as gloomy as my thoughts. Clayton waited beside his Audi and waved at me the second I arrived at the top of the stairs. As usual, he looked stunning—every bit the handsome, available professional he was. I arrived at his side, and he leaned in to kiss my cheek.
“Hello, gorgeous.” His cologne was lovely, with just the right amount of floral and spice.
“Hey, how are you?”
“I’m great.” He opened the back door of the car. “This’s Telitha.” The little girl beamed, all blonde hair and pink cheeks. She actually looked happy to see me.
“Hi, Telitha. I’m Jane.”
“Hi. You look so pretty.”
“Oh, thank you.”
I glanced at Clayton. He was beaming too, and it was easy to see the resemblance between the two of them.
He turned to me. “Are you hungry?”
“Always.”
“Good. Let’s get going then.” He shut the back door and opened the passenger one for me.
I gathered my skirt and slipped into the leather seat.
“How old are you?” Telitha had moved forward, so she leaned between the two front seats.
I cleared my throat. “I’m twenty-nine. How old are you?”
“I’m seven and a half; my birthday is in February. When’s your birthday?”
“Mine was in July.”
“Have you been married before?”
Clayton slipped into the driver’s seat. “Telitha, sit back, honey.”
Thank God Clayton saved me. However, it looked like I was in for the Spanish Inquisition.
He put the car into gear and pulled onto the empty road. “How was your night shift?”
“It wasn’t too bad. A bit quieter than I like it though. Did you work today?”
“No, Daddy and I took Clancy down to the beach. She’s my dog. It was fun. You should come with us next time.”
Clayton turned to me. The pride on his face was undeniable. There was an awkward pause before I realized he was waiting for my answer.
“Umm, well, that would be nice.”
The questions didn’t stop, and I was mentally exhausted by the time Clayton pulled the car into a parking space overlooking Mermaid Beach.
“I hope you don’t mind going to the surf club. Telitha likes the playground here.”
“Sounds great.”
He stepped onto the pathway that wove through the bush, and Telitha grabbed his hand. She wiggled her fingers at me, and as I stepped forward, she clutched my hand, too. We looked like the perfect wholesome family as we walked along with the pretty little girl in the bright pink dress skipping between us.
It was both weird and cute at the same time. Every glance Clayton sent my way showed just how pleased he was with how things were going.
“The coffee here is excellent,” he said as we reached the sign-in counter.
“Oh, good. I need a caffeine fix.”
We entered through the glass doors, climbed the stairs, and passed the poker machines, and he guided me toward a table alongside enormous glass windows that overlooked the ocean. The scenery was stunning and would perfectly suit any five-star restaurant.
Telitha grabbed my hand, and before I knew it, I was being tugged along by the seven-year-old. I glanced over my shoulder, but Clayton just smiled making it obvious he had no intention of rescuing me. She pushed through a glass door, and we stepped onto artificial grass that was soft and spongey.
“Watch me.” Telitha squealed and dashed off toward a bright yellow ladder. Several moments later, she came tumbling down a spiral slide and rolled out at my feet.
“See.” She jumped up and down in front of me as if I hadn’t noticed her.
“Yes, I saw you.”
“Hey, you two. How about we order first?” Clayton’s voice was a relief.
Telitha dashed back through the door, and Clayton reached for my hand. “I’m sorry,” he said. “She was a bit excited to meet you.”
“Oh.” I had no idea what to say. What had he told her about me that would make her excited?
We arrived at the cake counter, and the extensive selection was medicine to my eyes. My mouth salivated as I gazed over one sugar fix to the next, trying to ascertain which one would make me feel better.
I couldn’t go past the hummingbird cake. I ordered a slice of that with extra cream and a large cappuccino. The three of us made our way back to the table, and Telitha sat between Clayton and me.
The little girl hit me with a thousand questions, everything from did I have a dog to why didn’t I paint my nails. Clayton barely said a word until our food arrived. Grateful for the reprieve, I tucked into the cake. Between every mouthful, Telitha talked. It was exhausting, and by the time she ran off to the swings again I was ready for the silence.
He reached across the table and wriggled my hand into his. “I’m sorry. She can be a little overwhelming.”
I dabbed my napkin over my lips and reluctantly pushed my cake away. “It’s okay. I’m just not used to kids.”
“Once she gets to know you, she’ll settle down.”
Oh, God. “Clayton . . .”
He must have heard the trepidation in my voice as his shoulders slumped, and the smile that had been on his face since he picked me up evaporated.
“I’m sorry, Clayton, but I’m just not ready for kids. I mean, I’m ready for kids, but I don’t know if I’m prepared for a seven-year-old.”
He pulled his hand away and lowered his eyes. I wanted to cry at how dejected he looked. His silence was agony.
“She’s adorable, and you’re . . . you’re incredible and amazing and—”
“A single parent,” he interjected.
I nodded, but he wasn’t looking at me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have led you on.”
“You didn’t lead me on. We had fun. I’ve really enjoyed your company.”
“And I’ve enjoyed every second with you too, but it wouldn’t be fair on you or Telitha if we kept seeing each other.” A huge weight lifted off my shoulders once I’d said that and it served as confirmation that I made the right decision.
He nodded and looked up at me. “I really thought you were the one.”
My heart shattered into a million pieces. “I’m so sorry.”
“No need to be sorry. You’re right. It wouldn’t be fair on Telitha.” He sighed a long, deep sigh and shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I should take you home.”
“No, no. I’ll catch a cab.”
“I insist, Jane.” His squared-out jaw convinced me to give in.
“Okay, thank you.”
“I’ll go get Telitha.”
He stood, and as he walked toward the playground my stomach churned so dramatically, I thought I’d throw up. But when the little girl put her arms around her daddy and squeezed him tightly as she jumped off the slide, I knew I’d done the right thing. Telitha had already been through immense emotional turmoil when her mother had left—I couldn’t put her through that again. It was better to let Clayton go now before we grew too serious.
Clayton nodded at me once he stepped back through the door, and I grabbed my bag and followed him down the stairs. Telitha had her arms and legs wrapped around him, and as she stared at me with a beautiful grin, she snuggled into his neck.
Life was so cruel sometimes. Hopefully, Clayton will forgive me.
The drive back to the hotel was as long as it was torturous as Telitha barraged me with a dozen questions and Clayton remained stony silent. I’d never been so happy to see the driveway to the hotel, and it took all my might not to jump out before he’d even stopped the car.
I turned to the back seat. “It was lovely to meet you, Telitha.”
“When can I see you again?”
“Oh, ummm . . .”
“Jane’s really busy, honey. She’s got to go now.” Clayton saved me.
“Okay, Daddy.”
I placed my hand on Clayton’s arm, ready to speak, and he opened his side door. Taking his lead, I stepped out of the car, too. We met at the back of the car.
“Can I at least have a hug?” He opened his arms to me, and I stepped into his embrace.
“I’m sorry, Clayton.”
“It’s okay. I understand.” We pulled apart, and my hands fell into his. “It was fun while it lasted.”
I nodded. “Yes, it was.”
He leaned in, kissed my cheek, and then strode back around to the driver’s side. Seconds later, the Audi moved away, leaving me all alone on the front steps of my hotel.
By the time I arrived at my room, I was shattered, both emotionally and physically.
I stripped off, put on my pajamas, and crawled into bed.
It was impossible to suppress my quivering chin, and as I clutched my spare pillow, the tears flowed.
Did I just let a really good man go?
The answer was a resounding yes.
I hope I don’t regret that decision.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
The sound of my bedside alarm startled me, and I rolled over to cut off the news broadcast. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen asleep, let alone for five hours. I yawned and stretched my arms above my head, and my tummy rumbled like I’d swallowed a thunderstorm.
Rolling out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom to relieve myself and then turned on the shower.
As the warm cascade tumbled over me, my thoughts drifted to Clayton. I played out what happened over and over in my head, and although I’d let an incredible man slip through my fingers, I also knew I’d made the right decision.
By the time I’d showered and dried off, my rumbling tummy couldn’t be ignored a moment more. With my bathrobe around my shoulders, I wandered to my kitchen, tugged open the fridge, and sighed. If a complete stranger looked in here, they’d think the apartment had been abandoned. Even my usual survival staples of peanut butter and eggs were absent.
My stomach roared in protest, and I made a snap decision to treat myself to a meal out. Tying my belt around my waist, I strode onto my balcony to check the weather. The sun was still high enough to cut through the gaps in the tall buildings and cast long bolts of golden light onto the sand. A cool breeze whispered up from the ocean and tickled my skin.
Leaning on the railing, I inhaled the crisp, clean air. It was like an elixir, washing away all the angst that had filled my morning. The evening weather was perfect for dinner in a nice café overlooking the ocean, and I knew exactly the right place.
The idea of eating out appealed greatly, and I dressed in jeans and a caramel-knitted sweater. I pulled on ankle-high boots and grabbed my Michael Kors tote that matched them perfectly. With my bag swinging off my arm, I headed out my door with thoughts of a thick, juicy steak waiting for me at Steakside.
Marjorie was all by herself at the reception desk, and as much as my stomach complained about the slight deviation from the plan, I headed toward her. “Hey, Marj.”
“Oh, hey, luvvy, how are you?”
“I’m good—hungry though. I’m heading out for a meal. Has it been busy?”
“Yeah, crazy busy. We’re fully booked. Last weekend of the school holidays.”
I huffed. “Yeah, I know. At least the hours go quickly.”
“You’re not kidding.”
“Anyway, I’m off to eat. See you later.”
“Okay, make sure you have a wine for me.”
