Hot Nights, page 3
“Huh, makes one wonder what it took. You, Talon Scott, are a hard nut to crack.” We make our way toward the sidewalk that leads to where our neighborhood is located. Everything is tied in, either within walking distance, a short car ride, or by boat. Coral Key is known as a small coastal beach town. During the spring and summer months is when we have the most visitors, making it tricky to navigate with the overflow. Though you don’t find a lot of us complaining, especially my family.
“I’ve been told that a time or two. Though Mom usually calls me bull-headed. It takes me a minute to realize what I really want, but once I know, I go after it. And, Kelsey, you’re worth going after.” A breeze in the air moves the palm trees, a nice reprieve from the heat and humidity after the sun was high in the sky all day.
“And I should what, go with the flow after you pushed me away for how long?” She might be attracted to me, might feel a lot of the same way as I do about her, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to roll over and play dead.
“The truth?” We stop in front of her place. There are less than twenty feet between us and the front door of the Taylor’s house.
“Well, I damn sure don’t want you to lie to me.” Her spark comes alive. Damn, I love how feisty she gets.
“There’s only so much a man can take, from the looks other men throw your way to the way those same men hit on you, and I’m no better watching your every move. Don’t think for a fucking minute they didn’t see me staring them down either. It gnawed at my chest for too damn long without going after what I know is meant for me.” My hands rise to Kelsey’s cheeks, and I walk her backward until her back meets a palm tree. She’s not fighting me off. Her face softens and a serene appearance takes hold.
“Gonna kiss you now.” I give her mere seconds before my mouth is on hers. She doesn’t protest, and when my lips find hers, everything else disappears. A soft sigh escapes her, the perfect in to deepen our kiss. Kelsey’s taste, the feel of her body, and her scent invade my senses as our tongues tangle with one another. Her leg hooks over my waist, and I press in. She stills beneath me and I almost let up until she rolls her hips. Goddamn, this woman is going to make me lose control. I’m playing a game I may lose if I don’t put a stop to our kiss. Except there’s no way either of us is ready to stop. My hand moves away from her cheek, sliding down every dip of her curve. My palm meets her ass, squeezing her cheek while helping her grind her hot little body along mine.
“Talon.” I lose her mouth. Fuck, I need to see Kelsey like this. Naked and writhing in my bed.
“Fuck.” I’m about to lose control and take this a whole lot further than I meant for this to go.
“I’m so close,” she rasps out into the night air. I hate myself for what I’m about to do, and she probably will, too.
“Not yet.” I pull away, my cock protesting the entire time. I’m trying to stay rational when all I want is to rip her shorts down, unbutton my own, and fuck my way inside her tight body.
“No, no, no.” She plants her face near my throat, holding on to the back of my neck, and I’m having a hell of a time not allowing myself to give in. But she deserves more than me fucking her against a palm tree. Plus, there’s Grandad’s advice niggling in the back of my head. If we’re going to do this, were going to do it right.
“Siren, I’d love nothing more than to take what you want to give. And soon, I’m going to take you to my bed and worship your body, just not tonight.” What does the damn minx do? She bites my throat, making it damn near impossible to put more distance between us.
“Fine, but I don’t have to like this,” she replies. This time, it’s her drawing back.
“Believe me, I’m right there with you. Now, I’m gonna walk you to your door, then I’ll call you later. And what I’m not going to do is touch you.” Except I go against my own words, reaching my hand out to hers as we walk toward her house. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to have everything else out of the way, mainly talking to her parents. We’re both consenting adults. Still, respect goes a long fucking way.
“Are you, though?” At first, I’m wondering if she’s talking about me calling her, except she lifts our hands up. “See, you’re touching me.”
“Smartass. Get inside, Kels.” I hold open the storm door as she hits the keypad on the door to unlock it.
“I’m going, I’m going.” Our fingers untangle and I stay off to the side.
“Later, siren.”
“Good night, Talon.” I wait until she’s safely inside, going as far as to wait for the click of the lock before heading to my place. I’ve already got a plan in place, and while talking is one of them, getting each other off has moved to the top of my list.
5
KELSEY
“You in bed?” Talon asks on the other end of the line. I was left with a smoldering kiss at my doorstep. Sadly, he was the one to put a stop to the best make-out session of my life. I didn’t expect our hormones to take charge. One second, the kiss was soft and sweet, the next it turned hot and heavy. Talon backed me up until I was plastered to a palm tree, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and I could feel every hard inch of his body. Thankfully, my parents are not all about outdoor cameras or a doorbell camera, and none of us track one another via our cell phones. Sadly, right when I was getting close to coming, Talon backed off. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. And I wanted to beg for more. Somehow, I managed to hold back, we said goodnight to one another, and he said he’d be in touch later.
I went inside to grab a bite to eat, and there, inside the refrigerator, sat a massive sandwich with my name on it, courtesy of my mom. She even put my favorite vitamin water beside it. Best mom ever, I swear. I grabbed my goodies and headed upstairs, wolfing my sandwich along the way. I hit my bedroom with the ensuite bathroom, massive thanks to my dad on that front. He pushed Mom to purchase the house, saying it’d be great for me to have my own domain upstairs, and it wasn’t like they hosted a lot of people at the house. The third bedroom has a bathroom, too. The only difference is, it’s out in the hallway. Secretly, I think Dad is giving me every creature comfort as possible for me not to move out. His motive seems to be working. Every time I turn around, he’s talking me out of moving out, and while I love living with my parents, there will come a time I’ll need to spread my wings and fly the coop. As of right now, I’m content with where I am. Mostly due to the fact that it’s free; they wouldn’t even talk about charging me rent unless they saw me spending money left and right. Then they’d re-think about charging me, and even Mom alluded to the point they’d end up saving what I gave them to help put it towards a place of my own. I finished my sandwich by the time the hot water was steaming up the bathroom. My body was wrung so tight I knew the only thing that would relax me would be an orgasm. Too bad standing up for longer than necessary has my body protesting. I could only get through washing up, and then I was out of the shower.
“About to be.” The last thing I expected happened again. Today has been a day full of surprises. Talon calling me tonight is among them. I drop the towel to the ground, holding my phone with my shoulder and head while I open the drawer to my dresser for pajamas of some kind. A big baggy shirt would do the trick right about now. The less constricting, the better.
“Get in bed, Kelsey. We’re going to finish what we started.” I stop in my tracks. The shirt I’m reaching for is abandoned. My body responds to his words, and the tiredness I once felt is long gone. In its wake a fire ignites inside of me. My thighs quiver, the tips of my nipples tighten into hard points, and it’s not because of the air conditioner.
“Are you in bed?” I ask, closing the drawer with my hip. I’ll get up after our conversation and put something on in case one of my parents decides to check up on me after their late night at the neighbors'.
“Yep, got my hand wrapped around my cock, too. I’m just waiting on you now.” I pull the covers back, climb in bed, and situate myself to where I need to be.
“So am I.” I pause for good measure. “Naked.” I can hear his sharp intake of breath. We could have bypassed this earlier if he’d taken me up on the idea of going back to his place. But it doesn’t mean I have to like it. And while this will do, it’s only going to hold us both over for so long.
“Fucking Christ, siren.” My imagination runs wild. Is he sitting propped up in bed like I am? I’ve seen Talon without a shirt on, but completely naked? Can’t say I’ve been fortunate enough to appreciate him in the nude. I plant my feet on the mattress and widen my legs, kind of wishing we were talking over FaceTime instead.
“Talon.” A low purr leaves my mouth. I can hear his deep breathing, and it’s clear as day he’s a lot further ahead of me in finding his orgasm. I’ve got some making up to do.
“Kels, work your pussy like you did on my cock earlier.” My hand trails down my abdomen, chest heaving, wishing my hands were Talon's. I hold my phone between my shoulder and ear, allowing me to work my pussy and breast at the same time.
“Oh shit.” The tip of my finger slides along my clit. Never in my life did I think I’d be this ready this fast.
“Damn. Next time, siren, it’s going to be me working your nipples and cunt. I can hear how wet you are. I bet you taste good.” His voice comes in choppy. My eyes close as I imagine his sleek muscles flexing with his big, calloused hand working his length.
“Only if my mouth can be on you, too.” I slide two fingers inside myself. My other hand drops away from my breast to fist the sheets beneath me.
“Without a doubt. Your mouth on my cock is going to feel like liquid fire, burning me from the outside in. Not sure how long this is gonna last, siren, your sweet pleas, soft sighs, and knowing there aren't but twenty feet and a couple of concrete walls between us. Jesus, I’m ready to say fuck it, come over, and take you, Kelsey.” The palm of my hand ignites a flame of my own as I work my fingers in and out of my center. I want Talon’s fingers, to feel the push and pull. He’s so much bigger than I am—hands, body, personality. I know taking two of his fingers would be a lot different than my own. There’d be a burn to accommodate for Talon’s.
“Talon, fuck me.” My ass arches off the bed, my feet staying planted on the mattress, toes cramping as I keep up the pace of getting myself off.
“I’m coming right along with you,” he grunts as I’m consumed by my orgasm, wetness coating the insides of my thighs as my center clenches tightly on my fingers and my whole body shudders. “Kelsey,” I hear him breathe my name as he comes. I vow that the next time he comes, it’s going to be with my mouth on some part of him.
“Damn, that was hot.” We were both so worked up, we didn’t last very long. Still, it was more than I thought we’d be doing since Talon left me on the verge of coming earlier.
“It’s gonna be hotter next time.” We’ve barely talked. I haven’t pushed for more either. Talon is showing me what he wants, and that’s more than I could ever ask for.
“I can’t wait.” A yawn decides to interrupt my train of thought.
“Soon. Know you’re tired, so I’ll make this short and sweet. This thing between us is ours. You’re mine, and I’m yours.” My heart aches with happiness. I’ve wanted Talon for my own for what seems like forever, and now I’m getting him.
“You’re mine.” I pinch my arm, making sure this is real and I’m not dreaming.
“I’m yours, Kelsey.”
“I love the way that sounds.” The admittance rolls off my tongue and I don’t care if it makes me sound needy.
“Not as much as I do. Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow, siren.” Going to bed with the last thing I hear being Talon’s voice and the gift he’s given me… Best day ever.
“Good night, Talon.” I wait for him to hang up before I do the same. I fall asleep with a smile on my face and happiness in my heart.
6
TALON
Ican hear and feel Kelsey before I see her. I’m out on my dock in a pair of loose shorts and no shirt. This is my usual. The tide is low, which means the canal won’t see enough water to put out into the bay until afternoon. Our tides change twice a day, but every other week, high tide will either be in the morning or the evening. Which means today is going to be a slower day at Captain T’s. A damn good thing considering Kels and I worked from morning to night yesterday. The moment her foot hits the floating dock, I put my coffee mug down, my head tips over my shoulder, and I find the woman who has me ready to move in closer. I refrain from picking her up and carrying her back to my house to get the live show from last night.
Damn, I should have offered to switch to FaceTime. Talk about instant fucking regret. I knew myself, was well aware of the fact that if I saw all her silky-smooth skin bare in front of a camera, I’d knock every damn door down in order to have her beneath me.
“Good morning. You look like you’ve been up awhile,” Kelsey greets, stopping too far away from me. Probably for the better. I’ve yet to talk to her dad, an oddity considering he’s usually out here right along with me to check on the tides.
“Mornin’, siren. There a reason you’re standing so far away?” She’s liable to put me in an early grave when I see the lack of clothing she’s wearing.
“Making sure it was okay to join you.” As she takes another step, I get a glimpse of her creamy thigh. Realization hits that she isn’t wearing anything beneath her oversized fishing shirt. I’m sure my mom went through the inventory in the back of Captain T’s, found a bunch of overflow, and gave it away to employees. Kelsey in a shirt emblazoned with a piece of my name is hot as fuck.
“Anytime you want, Kels. Though, gotta say, your dad coming out here and seeing you dressed like that. I’d bet he’d find his fishing gaff pretty damn easily.” My hand slides to her lower back, and I pull her in front of me so I’m standing behind her.
“It’s a good thing they’re not around, then, huh?” She brings her glass to her lips. The woman never consumes caffeine, not first thing in the morning or later in the day. She prefers juice, water, or vitamin water.
“Gotta ask, there a reason you never drink anything that has caffeine in it?” I switch the subject, glad to hear we have a few minutes alone while annoyed at the same time that it’s going to be even longer before I get a chance to talk to Ed Taylor.
“Kind of, kind of not. I more or less drank too much caffeine one day, and my heart started pounding, and I had some chest pain along with dizziness. Mom picked me up from school, didn’t like the way I looked, and rushed me to the hospital. A couple of tests later, they admitted me. Dad came in from out of town. I had a nice little two-day visit and was diagnosed with atrial fibrillation. They suggested I cut out caffeine, keep drinking to a minimum, and see a cardiologist once a year.” Kelsey is looking out over the canal. There’s a bird on the rocks standing on one foot and waiting for either a fish or another bird to appear. I wrap my arm around her chest, pulling her as close to me as possible.
“Glad you got it figured out and you’re not doing anything to help exacerbate the issue.” A part of me wants to demand she tell me every single trigger. I know working too damn much can make it to the top of the list, and everyone knows Kelsey is working two damn jobs.
“Yep, I’ve got big dreams, lots of goals, and I don’t want to self-sabotage myself.” I make a mental note to research AFib or to talk to Grandad. I’d be willing to bet he knows a thing or two about the diagnosis. Especially considering he complains all the damn time about going to this doctor and that doctor. Mainly, he gets annoyed with the cardiologist the most. He swears up and down his ticker is a-okay, yet the doctor still makes him come in every six months for an echocardiogram plus get more blood work done.
“Fuck, yeah.” I kiss the top of her head, then grab my cup of coffee to finish it off before I get started working on my boat today. My personal boat needs a couple of things done maintenance wise, like checking the fuel lines, the prop, and to look at the oil level. Next month, I’ll bring it into the marina and up on a lift to replace the spark plugs and do an oil change.
Kelsey does what I least expect. “You’re a minx, woman.”
“Not me?” She plays coy. Meanwhile, her ass is plastered to my cock, wiggling in a way he gets rock fucking hard.
“Yes, you.” My hand drifts down her side, fingers ready to bunch up the fabric to see exactly what she is or isn’t wearing beneath the shirt. Except we’re out in the open, meaning a boater, a neighbor, or her parents could come in and interrupt us. There’s no fucking way I’d let anyone else see what’s mine.
“I probably should get ready to start my day.” The sun has only been up for thirty minutes, yet the humidity is already thick. I can tell it’s going to be another scorcher.
“You opening the store again today?” Kels shakes her head in response.
“I knew this weekend would be a doozy. Closing yesterday wasn’t in the cards, though. Hopefully, today is better. I’m back at my regular job tomorrow, so I’ll at least need time to get a few things ready for the work week,” she says, as if working two jobs is normal. Captain T’s is meant to be part time for her, but Mom has needed more help than usual. Hopefully, Kels doesn’t get burnt out or worse, develop stress that will fuck with her heart.
“There shouldn’t be a problem. Mom sent me a text late last night. They got everything figured out but had to drive two hours away for a few things. The fuel will be here this afternoon, and both she and Grandad can take a deep breath again. That being said, today’s my day off. I’ll tell Mom to call me to close if something comes up.” There’s no reason for Kels to work longer than necessary. Surely, my family can get their shit enough together to help our employees.
“Thanks, Talon. I’ll be fine either way. What are your plans today?” She changes the subject, which means she won’t think anything of it if Mom asks her.
“Work on the boat, do some fishing. The usual.” I hope that by the time I return, Kelsey’s parents will be back, so I can get our conversation out of the way.
