Wicked
clothes on. It’s nasty. I like you a little nasty, Blair. Fuck me harder.”She complied, lifting and slamming down hard against him.
“Yeah, drop down on my balls. Goddamn, that’s good.”
He grabbed her buttocks and began to raise her up and down over his shaft. She lifted her skirt so she could watch the movements of his cock in and out of her pussy.
“Touch your clit for me, baby. Make yourself come.”
She reached between her legs and massaged her clit, knowing he had a perfect view of his cock disappearing between her pussy lips, of her hand rubbing her clit.
“Damn, that’s pretty,” he said, his gaze glued to that spot where they were joined.
His cock swelled, her contractions growing stronger as she gripped him in a tight vise that signaled she was close. She strummed her clit faster, racing toward her climax, watching his eyes darken, his lips part as he panted with her.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered, her breath sawing out of her lungs in painful bursts. She arched her back and ground her pussy against him.
His eyes were a dark storm, his lips parted, his half-lidded gaze so goddamn sexy she couldn’t stand it.
“Come on my cock, Blair. Milk the come out of me and take me with you.”
She gripped his shoulder with one hand and furiously rubbed her clit as the sensations seared her insides. Then it came, a sizzling peak that made her scream. She held on to his gaze as she came, felt him erupt at the same time, thrusting and jerking against her as he shot a hot load of come in her.
They rocked the swing in a wild arc as they rode out their orgasms, then crashed together. Blair fell forward and clasped on to Rand’s shoulder, shuddering as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to rock through her. He stroked her hair, her back, his motions gentling as they came down from the fury.
Nestled in his embrace like this, Blair realized she had never felt more herself with a man than she did with Rand.
And that scared her more than any relationship she’d ever run from.
He scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom, undressed her, and pulled her against him. His cock was still hard.
He didn’t speak to her, just slid his cock inside her and stroked her, slowly, without words, making sweet, gentle love to her. He caressed her breasts, kissed the nape of her neck, his hands wandering everywhere on her body, finally settling at her clit.
It was slow and unhurried, as if he had all the time and patience in the world.
She didn’t even think she could come again, and when she did, it was a surprise, her cries of completion a sweet surprise as she flew into a climax that left her shaking and near tears.
He didn’t even come this time, just left his cock inside her and rocked against her for awhile, holding her, his cock finally softening until he stopped moving. Always holding her, touching her, kissing her.
It was the sweetest damn moment she’d ever experienced.
She’d loved Rand McKay for fifteen years. Tonight had only made it worse. Her heart was breaking in two.
She had to get out of here in the morning.
* * *
The sun peeked in through the half-open shades. Rascal was barking at something. It was time to get up.
Rand searched for Blair’s warmth, figuring a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
He reached across the bed, but she wasn’t there.
Yawning, he slid out of bed and peeked in the bathroom. No sign of her.
He went into the kitchen. She wasn’t there either.
By the time he walked out the front door, his suspicions were confirmed. Her car wasn’t there.
Blair was gone.
Irritation boiled within him. Goddamn it. He stormed into his bedroom and jammed his legs into his jeans, started coffee, and fed Rascal, then tapped his fingers on the counter, waiting for the coffee, to finish.
By the time he’d downed a couple cups of the strong brew, he was awake enough that his anger had passed. And he wasn’t at all surprised that Blair had hightailed it out of there. He understood her better than she understood herself.
Blair was afraid of what happened between them, because she enjoyed it. He’d cracked her shell. He knew it, and she knew it.
If she didn’t care, she’d have stayed. And that was a good thing. It meant she did care. She’d taken the first step and come to him after all these years. What they’d shared had been special, and he wasn’t about to lose her.
Now he just had to figure out what to do next.
He looked around the kitchen, picked up his coffee, and walked into the living room, smiling as the thought occurred to him.
He had a plan. A perfect plan.
six
Blair blew out a breath and headed to the table where Abby and Callie awaited her. The two of them were practically squirming in their seats, anticipatory grins plastered to their faces as she approached.
Honest to God. She wished she’d never started this stupid bet.
“Well?” Callie asked before Blair had even planted her butt to the seat in the booth at Torinos.
Blair signaled the waitress for a margarita and grabbed a chip from the basket in front of her. “Well what?”
“Don’t play coy with us,” Abby said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You know what. Tell us.”
“It was fine.” She bit into the chip and started chewing.
“Fine?” Callie looked at Abby and back at Blair. “You can do better than that. We want details.”
The waitress set a margarita in front of Blair. She took a couple long sips for encouragement, then said, “I went to his place. I fucked his brains out. Rinse, repeat. I went home.”
Abby frowned. “And?”
“And what?”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“There’s gotta be more, honey,” Callie said. “You are a fountain of sexual information. We usually hear in graphic detail about every conquest. You never clam up like this.”
Dammit. “Fine. It was hot. Beyond hot. It was the