Dirty

“Take an Advil,” said Nell. “Rosie’s caught the puking bug off her kid and Joe’s helping his dad with a building job. We’re booked out for lunch. Masa can’t handle it on his own.”

“Who’s Masa?” I asked.

“One of my waiters, he just got back from holidays. Goes to the local tech college. You’ll like him.”

“Great. But what about Eric, can’t he help?”

“Eric’s behind the bar,” she said, obviously growing impatient. “Come on, I’ll cook something delicious just for you.”

“Nell…”

“Look, I know you’d rather do stuff in bed with my brother, but I need you. Please, Lydia?”

GAH. “Fine. Let me take a quick shower then I’ll be in.”

“Thank you.” She hung up in my ear.

People were the worst. I dramatically flung my arm over my eyes, quietly crying. Okay, so they weren’t real tears. The sadness, though, was unfeigned.

Vaughan took this opportunity to bite my thigh, sinking his teeth into my flesh and holding on. It hurt. “Ow.”

“That’s for not putting your happiness first.” He kissed the sore spot a time or two. Then he licked it. “And that’s for helping my sister. I’ll make it feel better when you get off work.”

“You better. Jerk.” I put his cell back on the bedside table, climbing off the bed. “Keep biting me like that and I’m going to buy you a teething ring.”

“Your skin’s so pretty, I can’t resist leaving my mark on you. It’s your own fault.” Not even a hint of remorse from him. “Go on. I’ll make coffee, you shower.”

“Thanks. Can I borrow your car?”

“I’ll drive you in, pick you up when you’re finished.” Arms wound around me as he hugged me from behind, pressing himself against my back. I’d forgotten how nice having a hot and horny male around felt. This one in particular worked for me big-time. Huge.

“Are you sure?”

“Gives me a chance to pick up some strings from Andre. Run a few errands.”

“Cool.” I ran my hands over his arms, enjoying the feel of him, of being with him.

He lined up the length of his cock with the divide between my butt cheeks, rubbing himself against me. Whoa. What an interesting sensation. My spine stiffened then relaxed, getting into the feeling. He rumbled a low noise of approval in my ear.

“We don’t have time,” I said, getting turned on once again. I was a wet and wanton, swollen mess. No way could Nell cook me anything delicious enough to make up for losing out on bed time with Vaughan. Impossible.

“I know.” Big hands gripped my hips, pulling me firmly back against him. “Fuck, that’s sweet.”

“Vaughan.” The feel of him hardening, lengthening, made breathing difficult. Thinking was pretty much right out.

“I like your ass, babe. I like it a lot.”

“Thought you were a breast man.”

His hot mouth pressed against my neck, lighting fires wherever it went. One hand splayed over my belly, the other playing with a nipple. He continued to rub himself against me, making everything that much worse. Or better. Both, maybe.

“So did I,” he said. “But I pretty much want to kiss, lick, bite, and fuck every bit of you.”

Oh, god. My knees shook.

“Shit. Nell’s timing sucks.” He groaned, stepping back. “Go shower.”

“Right.” My weak knees wobbled. “Go make coffee.”

“Yeah.”

I stumbled toward the door. Then stopped, befuddled in body and mind, but curious about something. “Hey. You never did finish that story last night.”

With a pained face, he held his cock against his stomach. “What?”

“The one about the girl and you coming too soon.”

He half smiled. “Ah, yeah. So she tells me to think about something else that I like while we’re fucking. To take my mind off of being inside her and everything. Next time we’re doing it, I think about Fender guitars. I think about them good and hard. I tell her my plan so she knows that I’m trying.”

“And?”

“I lasted. She came shouting, ‘Yes! Fenders!’” He smiled. “Woke up her parents. I’ve never climbed out a window so fast in my life.”

Quietly, I laughed, shaking my head. “Great.”

“Mm.”

“Why were you telling me that?” I leaned against the doorway, watching him. Carefully, slowly, he sat on the edge of the bed. “I mean, it’s a great story. But why last night?”