The night air is warm when we step outside, and I put my hand on the small of her back to guide her to my car. Once there, I press the fob and open the door for her. She slides in, and I circle the vehicle and get in the driver’s side.
“I appreciate you driving me home,” she says, and buckles in.
“It’s not a problem.”
“What about Daisy, though?” She sets her purse at her feet and casts me a glance. “You must be anxious to get home to her. Is she with a sitter?”
“She’s with her nanny. She’s asleep for the night, and safe.” I glance at her, note the way her hands are folded on her lap, and she’s staring straight ahead, her body stiff. “What?” I ask.
She makes a small noise. “It’s none of my business, and Quinn never explained the whole situation, but…what ever happened to Daisy’s mother?”
Anger curls through me as I think about Shari. Jaw clenched, I back from my spot and turn onto the road. “Did she tell you how she tried to trap Jonah?”
“She did mention that, but then Daisy ended up being yours.”
“Yeah, and I wouldn’t change that for the world.”
That brings a smile to Sam’s face. “You’re such a good dad.”
“Daisy is the most important thing in the world to me.”
“As she should be.”
I take a deep breath. I don’t normally talk about Shari, but suddenly find myself saying, “After she tried to trap Jonah, and we had a paternity test done, we discovered she was mine. Daisy’s mother turned her attention to me. I was serious with someone else at the time, and having none of her tricks. When she figured that out, she took off. Last I heard, she’d hooked up with someone from Washington Warriors.”
“What… Ah, it’s none of my business,” she says.
Knowing exactly what’s on her mind, I say, “The girl I was dating wasn’t ready for a family, so she took off.”
She nods and asks, “Do you think Daisy’s mother will ever come back for her daughter?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know, Sam. On one hand, I want her to, because both Quinn and I know what it’s like to grow up without a mother, and on the other, I don’t want just anyone to mother Daisy, you know? I don’t want her to come back and then disappear again. It’s not fair.”
“Life really isn’t fair,” she says, and her hand slides across the seat and captures mine as I hold on to the gearshift. She gives my hand a little squeeze. “Quinn told me you took care of her growing up. That’s nice, Zander.”
I laugh. “She might be a pain in my ass most times, but she’s my sister. Us Reed kids stick together, no matter what.” I flick on my signal and take a right, heading to Andover instead of my home in Cambridge. “She was really there to help me with Daisy, especially after I left to go on the road.”
She sighs and sinks back into the chair, stifling a small yawn. “I always wanted siblings.”
“Just you?”
I nod. “I think Mom and Dad wanted more kids but it just wasn’t in the cards.”
“Do you want kids?” I ask.
“I don’t think it’s in the cards for me, either,” she says, and I wonder about that. She works with kids every day. Is amazing with Daisy.
“Why not?” I ask, and she turns from me, looks out the window.
“I’m not interested in a relationship.”
Fuck man, some douche bag really hurt her. I don’t press, getting the sense that she doesn’t want to talk about it. I turn the radio up, and she quietly sings along as we drive to her house. I park on the street, since her driveway is too small to fit two vehicles. I kill the ignition and turn to her, waiting for her to make the next move. She reaches for the door handle and tugs. But before she gets out, she says, “Why don’t you come in? I’d like to pay you back for fixing my handrail today.”
Sexual tension arcs between us, and my windows fog as we both begin to breathe a little harder. “Did you make me a pie, Sam?”
“No, sorry. I didn’t have any canned cherries. I only have fresh.”
“My absolute fucking favorite,” I say, and jump from the car like it’s about to be struck by lightning. I help her from her seat, hit the fob to lock the car and guide her up her narrow walkway. I glance at her vehicle. “Hey, I can get my buddy to take a look at that for your tomorrow.”
She shakes her head quickly. “No that’s okay.”
“He won’t rip you off.”
“I just…I don’t really need it right now. It’s summer, and I can take the bus mostly.”
I frown at that but say no more as she fishes the key from her pocket to let us in. She swings the door open and I follow her in, shutting and locking it behind us.
She spins to face me. “Coffee?” she asks, and I smile.
“Such a nice girl, with such nice manners,” I say.
She blinks up at me, and my pulse leaps as dark lashes fall slowly over even darker eyes. “I forgot to offer last time, I won’t forget again.”
“What else are you offering, Sam?” I ask as I pull her against me, catch her sweet scent. She melts against me, and I love how responsive she is.
“I don’t have any beer, but I do have wine.”
“Keep trying?” I ask as I guide her down the hall, stopping at the first door. I open it and find her bedroom. Painted in soft lavender, with a comfy-looking bedspread, the room is warm and soft, like her.
“Um, soda?”
“Nope,” I say, and continue down the hall, past the bedroom she uses as an office. I reach what I hope is the bathroom and open the door. Perfect.
“The only thing left is water,” she says. “Can I get you some water?”
“Yes. Water is exactly what I’m after.” I back her into the bathroom, and her eyes go wide when she realizes what I’m up to. “I want to wash the club from our skin, then I’m going to kiss you all over and put my cock right here,” I say, cupping her breasts through her blouse.
My God, we had sex just a couple hours ago, and I need her again already. That should give me pause, but it doesn’t. Instead, it has me touching the ridiculously small buttons on her blouse. My fingers are too big to pop them through the holes.
“I don’t have the patience for these, Sam,” I say, and she chuckles.
Pushing away from me, she reaches for the buttons and works them slowly, vicious tease that she is. I growl.
“You trying to make me crazy?”
She blinks up at me with innocent eyes. “Of course not.”
“Stop fucking with me, Sam. You’ve got three second before I rip that blouse from your body.”
She hesitates for a split second, her eyes wide once more. Goddammit, she likes the idea of that. Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised. I scrub my face and resist the urge to follow through. Her blouse looks expensive, and I don’t want to ruin it on her.
“One.”
She works the buttons, sliding them through the tiny holes, her fingers moving faster.
“Two.”
“I’m almost done,” she says, her voice excited, breathless.
“Three,” I say, and step into her just as she shrugs the shirt from her shoulders. I go still when I see her pretty lace bra. I’d been in such a hurry to fuck her tonight, I hadn’t bothered to remove her shirt. But I plan to make that up to her gorgeous breasts, with my hands, tongue and aching cock. “Now keep going.”
She unbuttons her jeans, and I rip into mine, pulling my cock out. I stroke the long length and her gaze drops, takes in my hand movements.
“You like that?”
She nods, and again I wonder if she even knows she’s doing it. “You’re going to touch yourself for me, too,” I say, my tone making it clear I’m not asking.
“I’ve never…”
“Then we’re going to fix that.” I slide my hand around her body, touch her sweet ass, and wonder what other things she’s never done but might like to try, because goddammit, I want to do all the things with her. “How long do you think you’ll have to treat Daisy?” I ask, and the question takes her by surprise.
“What? Why?”
“Because I want to do so many things with you, Sam,” I say, and run my hand between her legs. I brush my thumb over her sensitized clit, and her shoulders curl in as a moan catches in her throat.
“I want that, too.”
“So how about this…while you’re treating Daisy, I treat you.”
“About a month,” she says.
“For one month, you’re mine. After that, I leave for hockey and things go back to normal. You said you didn’t want a relationship, and I’m not looking for that either, so I propose we fuck for the next thirty days. I won’t interfere with you growing your business. I know it’s your main focus right now. In fact, I’m going to help you around here, help you get the place fixed up and put that door in that you want.”
“I can’t ask that.”
“You’re not asking. I’m telling.”
“Zander,” she murmurs as I slide the glass shower door open. I turn on the water, check the temperature and guide her into the tub.
“I’m also getting your car fixed.”
“No,” she says.
“If you feel the need to pay for the car and the repairs around your place, then fine, you can pay. But we’re trading for pie,” I say, and she laughs.
“If you keep eating my pie,” she pauses and pokes my gut, “you’ll turn into the Pillsbury Doughboy come hockey season.”
“Then you’re just going to have to help me work off all that pie.” I put a finger inside her and she clamps around me. “Now where is this fresh cherry you mentioned earlier?”
“One-track mind much?” she says on a moan.
“You bring that out in me.” I reach for the soap, lather my hands and run them all over her gorgeous curves. She moves against me, wiggles her hot little ass against my cock as I cup her breasts and play with her nipples, all under the pretense of washing her. After soaping her completely, I remove the nozzle and run it over her body to wash away the soap. It pools at her feet, and I drop to my knees.
Her hands go to my shoulders. “What are you doing?” she asks, and I chuckle softly.
I open her wet pink lips, revel in the sight of her inflamed clit. “Making sure I clean you properly,” I say, and focus the stream on her clit.
“Oh, Jesus, Zander.”
She wobbles slightly, and her nails curl into my skin as she holds on. I tap her legs to widen them and lean in for a taste. I lick her from top to bottom, bottom to top, and insert one thick finger into her body.
“Have you ever masturbated with this nozzle, Sam?” I ask, and glance up at her. Her glazed eyes are on me, watching me pleasure her. “Answer me.” I push my finger in and out of her.
“Yes,” she murmurs, and moves her hips to meet my thrust.
“Why don’t you take this and show me how you do it,” I say, and hand her the nozzle. She does something to the handle, adjusts the spray, and I chuckle. Oh, yeah, she’s done this a time or two. She puts the spray to her clit, and I insert another finger. I brush the bundle of nerves inside as she works the needle-like spray over her beautifully swollen clit. Soft moans crawl from her throat and her eyes slide shut. My God, I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. In no time, she begins to quake, her body giving in to the pleasure, and as she trembles, my cock thickens even more.
She moves the spray from her sensitive clit, and I let her ride out the waves.
I give her a slow lick, wanting the taste of her on my tongue. As her breaths come in ragged bursts, I put the nozzle back, wash quickly, and then open the sliding glass door. I help her from the tub, wrap her in a big fluffy towel, tying another around my waist before taking her to her bedroom.
I sit her on her bed, and she shuffles to the side to make room for me. As if reading my mind, she squeezes her beautiful breasts together and beckons me closer with a soft, seductive smile. How is it this girl is still single?
Wait, wait. Shit, don’t go there. This isn’t about a relationship or getting to know the other person. This is simply about two people enjoying each other physically. But goddammit, I do love watching her open up before me, showcasing her needs instead of hiding them away.
“Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to fuck me?” she asks, and I shake my head. Her gaze drops to my tented towel. “I want your cock in my mouth, Zander. Don’t keep me waiting.”
I take my cock in my hand and stroke. Pre-cum dribbles from my slit, and she licks her lips and moan.
“You want a taste?”
“Yes.”
“Get on your knees.” She slides from the bed and kneels before me. “Mouth open, and don’t taste until I tell you to.”
Her lips part, and I run my crown over her bottom lip, leaving a streak of cum behind. My dick jumps in my hand as she just sits there, my cum dripping from lip.
“Jesus, fuck,” I say, and almost shoot a load off then and there. She whimpers, and begging eyes meet mine. “Taste,” I say. She slowly rolls her tongue out, and swipes it over her bottom lip. The sexy noises she makes massages my balls and drives me mad with the need to get into her tight core.
“On the bed,” I say. “Sit on the edge.”
She immediately obliges and as she sits there, she spreads her legs, showing me her hot, wet pinkness. I step into her and run my cock between her breasts, and when she squeezes them around my cock, more pre-cum drips from my slit. I fuck her tits, and with each upward thrust, she opens her mouth, laps at my head.
I grip her hair, move it from her shoulders so I can watch the way she takes me. As I fuck her breasts and mouth, she cups my balls and gives them a little squeeze. My body shakes, and moisture breaks out on my skin as I fight to hold off. I need to come almost as much as I need to hang on. But I can’t, not yet. I want to be inside her hot, sweet body when I orgasm.
I fuck her harder, almost slam into her waiting mouth, and the need in her eyes grows deeper. I’m close, so goddamn close, I grind my teeth to keep it together. It’s almost more than I can take when she writhes and slides a hand between her legs to touch herself.
“Bend over,” I say, a hard, rough demand. Her eyes snap to mine, and I step back, my cock instantly missing the warmth of her tits and mouth. She rolls over. Knees on the floor, she bends over the bed and once again offers me her ass. I drop down behind her, spread her thighs, and shove my cock all the way inside her with a force that pushes the air from her lungs, judging by the way she’s taking gasping breaths.
I still inside her. We both like it hot and dirty, but she needs a minute to catch up. “Sam, you good?” I ask.
“Yes. Fuck me, Zander. Please…”
I pull out, slam back into her, and her body opens so nicely for me. I go higher, deeper, and if I could, I’d climb inside her. My balls pound against her, and I cup her ass, massage it. I widen her cheeks, find her puckered opening and run my finger around her rim. She gasps, and in an instant, I know this isn’t something she’s ever experimented with.
I lightly push my pinky into her, just enough for her to know I’m there. She yelps, but it turns into a moan when I bend over her and brush my finger over her clit.
“My God, yes,” she says, the triple pleasure clearly working for her. She comes all over my cock, and her hot juice drips to my balls, soaks me, and I fucking love it. I pound into her, chase my own orgasm as I play with her ass and fuck her like a mad man, seriously unable to get enough.
I push once, twice, and on the third time, I come inside her. Cum jettisons from my cock, and the orgasm is so powerful, so goddamn intense, I lose all focus. I fill her with my seed and fall over her, our warm bodies meshed as one.
Since speech is currently beyond my capabilities, I put my hand on her shoulder, give it a little squeeze to check on her. Jesus, I’ve never been left speechless before. What is this woman doing to me? I’ve never wanted anyone more. It must have something to do with her reserve, and the way it melts away beneath my touch. It thrills me that I can do that to her, get her to open up and take—demand—what she wants. It’s fucking hot.
She moans to let me know she’s good, and we stay in that position until my cock grows flaccid. I pull out of her, go back on my heels—and as my brain comes back to earth, I realize what a colossal mistake I’ve made.