The age difference and all, that could have been a deal breaker, and the fact that they were so different, another possible roadblock. Yet Jan wasn’t truly worried about this. She had the distinct feeling that they were going to work well together.
“Morning,” Keith said, his voice husky. His fingertips trailed over her breasts, her nipples hardening into aching points.
“Mmm,” she whispered, shifting so that she was on top of him, his hard cock resting against her dampening pussy lips. “Do you like it in the morning?” Jan asked. She had no idea what time it was, but she was sure they could spare the time for a quickie, or maybe even a little longer than that. And they were both ready to fuck, his cock rock hard, her pussy quickly getting wet.
“Yeah. And I want you just as you are,” Keith told her. He shifted and guided himself in slowly. Jan slid down just enough that he sank fully inside her, his presence fulfilling something deep inside her.
Jan rocked slowly and then fast sitting up and riding him as their passion grew. Keith was gorgeous, eyes fluttering closed, his low gasps and her tight cries binding them deeply.
“Fuck me harder,” she whispered, even though she was well aware that she held the cards here, with her superior position.
She clenched down on him as they slammed against each other, passion threatening to crest and break over them. Her body throbbed, the tingles growing more and more as he pushed her relentlessly close to the edge.
“Now, Keith, please! Please right now!”
Jan clenched and released him with her interior muscles, again and again, pushing him so hard she wondered if he might forget how to breathe. His face was red and sweat began to pop out at his hairline. She wasn’t sure if he was straining to come or if he was trying to hold back.
None of that mattered as she pushed them both over the edge, into a screaming delirium where their bodies and the sensations they arose in each other took over everything else.
When they came down, Jan was surprised to find she was crying, tears dripping on his chest.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Your emotion is beautiful. Almost as beautiful as you are.” He wiped away her tears, and gathered her close, and gently withdrew.
“Just lie here, Jan. The day is still young and we have time to get some more sleep.”
Jan closed her eyes, intending to sleep, as he suggested. She had to get to work, sure, but being with him was so nice. So very, very nice.
Jan was drifting, dozing, riding the waves of afterglow quite happily, thank you very much, when she was startled awake by a ringing phone. Keith shifted, reaching for the phone he must have dropped on his end table at some point in the night.
“’Lo?” he asked, his voice raspy and sexy.
When he sat abruptly upright, Jan awoke fully, unease beginning to trickle in. There was no reason to worry. He was probably called all the time at the hospital. Jan sighed and rested her hand on his thigh, her eyes closing. They popped right open again when he muttered a curse. She sat up beside him, stroking her hand up and down on his muscular leg
“Jimmy, calm down. They said what? Morning news? What network? Have I…yeah, she brought the boy to the hospital yesterday.”
Keith nudged her and pointed to the other nightstand. Jan reached for a remote, and handed it to him, the panic clawing its way up her throat. This wasn’t good—at all.
“Jimmy, settle down. Why do you think… Oh, Christ. Jim, she’s safe. She’s…with me.”
Had he just outed them to her parents?
“Yeah, I said here, Jim. I was going to drive her back to her car last night, but she bunked here instead. She was emotionally exhausted after dealing with the accident.”
Keith closed his eyes and thumped his head against the headboard just once. “Yeah, Jimmy, hold on. Jan? Your dad needs to talk with you.”
She gave him a look and he squeezed her arm. Yeah, this wasn’t going to be good at all. He pulled her onto his lap, and unlike earlier, his embrace was tense rather than protective and sexy and dreamy.
“Dad?” Jan asked, hoping she didn’t sound just very well fucked.
“Jan, are you okay? What the hell is going on?”
“What do you mean? With Brody?”
“Yeah. They said…” Her father swallowed hard enough for it to echo over the phone. “They said you’re under investigation for not adequately supervising the kids. Jan, I know that isn’t you at all, so what’s going on.”
“Oh my god…” She had suspected that something might come down the pike, but she hadn’t figured it would happen so soon, and not specifically to her, when she’d done nothing wrong. “It’s routine,” she told her father, reassuring him even though she knew this was a complete nightmare and was anything but okay.