And I did, I rubbed myself against him. My panties were drenched; his jeans were going to be drenched and still my hips rocked into his leg because it felt so freaking good. I was so turned on I came on a scream, one muffled by his tongue and lips. I reached for his zipper, dropping it and pulling him free. He moaned and buried his face in my hair as he moved his hips finding that rhythm. He tried to move away from me before he came and even then he was being a gentleman. I didn’t want him to pull away, I needed him closer so with uncharacteristic skill, I pulled my apron off, dropped to my knees on it and took him into my mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, never in my wildest dreams would I think I’d be blowing a man in an alley, but it wasn’t just any man. His hands slammed against the brick wall a second before he came. He tasted so good, I swallowed and he moaned and then I was being hauled up against his body for his kiss, his tongue sweeping my mouth tasting himself and me.
“That won’t happen again. I’m sorry.” I thought he was pulling away again so I prepared to argue the point. Then he added, “Blowing me in a fucking alley.”
Oh. My behavior had shocked even me, but honestly it turned me on too. “Out of character, absolutely, but really awesome.”
“It was a hell of a lot better than awesome.” He kissed me again, longer and sweeter, before he said, “We better get back inside before we’re missed.”
I glanced down. “You might want to take care of that.” Or else I’d be tempted to give him awesome again.
I tried running it off, tried working my body until it was too tired and sore to feel anything. But just the memory of the alley, her lips around my cock, turned me rock hard. I ran twice as long the following morning hoping to ease the ache, but it didn’t help. Thirteen years of wanting, when the lid came off that sexual geyser it was going to level cities. We weren’t at a place where we could spend weeks or months in bed riding that wave, and I knew it would take weeks or months to sate us.
She was in the kitchen when I returned, sitting at the table as she had a habit of doing. She was looking over some tourist book. Fucking hell, don’t tell me she wanted to play tourist. I was battling blue balls and she wanted to buy souvenirs and t-shirts.
“I’m visiting the gold mine today.”
“What time?”
“There’s a tour starting at one.”
“I need a shower.”
Her expressions were so transparent, every thought in her head showed on her face and right now I knew she was thinking about me in the shower, more specifically us in the shower and since that was where my head was at too, I walked away. Closing the bedroom door I walked right to the shower, stripping on my way. How the hell I managed to walk with the hard on I sported was a mystery. Stepping under the spray, I pressed a hand to the wall, lowered my head, closed my eyes, as my other hand moved up the length of my cock, fisting the shaft as Thea took over my thoughts—her tits, her ass, her hair, her laugh, her smile. I was yanking so hard the fucking thing should have ripped right off. And even after I came I still wasn’t satisfied. We were going to need to bake a fuck load of cookies.
“We can pan for gold? Oh, I so want to do that. Do you want to do that?”
She asked but she wasn’t really asking. She was doing it with or without me. I wouldn’t allow her to go alone, so I was doing it whether I liked the idea or not.
“This is going to be so much fun.”
I seriously did not understand how this woman was like a sister to Anton. Two more opposite people never existed. As we waited in line it was like she was at a starting line, her body primed and ready to go as soon as the gun sounded. She reminded me so much of Amelia—a way of looking at the world. Not innocently, neither of them had been sheltered, but like they could take the hits and keep coming back for more. Optimistic. Amelia had been too fucking young. She should have had a full, happy life before dying of old age in her bed at ninety. Instead, fucking cancer took her too damn young. My father had turned out to be no better a parent than my mother and just as shitty a human as her too. He had had a mistress for years while he was living with my mom, had even gotten his mistress pregnant only a year or so after he had gotten my mom pregnant with me. There was no way she knew that because she would have gone homicidal. The man had a short attention span with not only the women in his life, but also the offspring he brought into the world. Amelia hadn’t known him any better than I had, but for a little while we had had each other. Watching her take her last breath, helpless to ease her pain…I would rather walk into a firefight unarmed than go through that again. And Janice. I’d set the ball in motion. Her world was about to collapse. She shouldn’t have become greedy. She had a good thing going, but she pushed too far. It was time to push back.