Later that night I was lying in bed remembering the kiss in the airport, certain that the incident in the kitchen had quashed all chances of my landing on the shores of Rikki West. I was wrong. She came in from the shower wearing a big bath towel and a sly grin, slipped out of the towel, insinuated herself between the sheets, and slid over next to me. She wrapped a leg over my hips, nibbled my earlobe, and started playing with my week-old whiskers.
“You look very sexy with that beard,” she cooed. “You look ... wild.” Her voice was breathy, like Marilyn Monroe’s.
“I didn’t think you’d still be interested,” I said hoarsely, turning toward her. I gently brushed the back of my hand across her hard nipples and she moaned softly, gyrating her hips, her warm wetness against my leg. My fingers lightly touched her smooth shoulder and ran down the line of her back. Rounding dead man’s curve, my hand stopped and squeezed. Rikki moaned and pushed against me.
“Mmm, you’ve been gone a long time,” Rikki whispered, her tongue touching my upper lip, pulling back, touching it again. Then she kissed me deeply.
Her hand was on me now, stroking, squeezing, and she guided me into her, and then things got really good. On the outside.
On the inside it was louder than the floor of the New York Stock Exchange. She’s hot, huh? Never mind. What are they doing? Ooh, this is disgusting. Don’t watch, Dusty. Leave ’em alone. Who is that? Not Mommy. I-I’m a good boy. Yes, you are a good boy. Feels good. I’m a good boy. I’m a bad boy. I’m bad, I’m bad. Shit, get everybody to the Comfort Room. Right now.
I tried to ignore the ruckus. For now it was Rikki and closeness and warmth and comfort and love and the shimmering feeling of being desired and desirable. We moved together silently, bodies undulating to the night rhythms of passion, sweating, blood throbbing in our veins. And then faster and harder, and Rikki arched her back and I pushed hard against her and held still, filling her with glistening hot steel, and she moaned, “I’m coming,” and then tighter, tighter, one more second and, “Aaaaaah,” I moaned too, and splash. Crazy or not, here I come.
We collapsed on each other, hearts thundering, chests heaving, hot breath and damp hair, the flushed tingly feeling of release. But in my head, orange-red sparks of madness danced like fireflies around a campfire. And the eyes of the others glinted at me hauntingly from very dark places.
Rikki didn’t know how close they’d been while we were making love, how near I’d come to switching. My guys and I didn’t have a plan yet for how to handle sex. That was a problem that was going to come crashing down on us like a tree on a Jeep.