“Tyrone!” A portly man smiled when they walked through the door.
“Hey, Don. Bring us a pitcher of iced tea and one of your large specials.” He tilted his head toward a booth in the back. “Over there.”
“Okay. Coming right up.”
He leaned forward to look at her. “That all right with you?”
“Sure. Whatever’s good.” His hand branded the small of her back as he directed her to their table. Had he always touched her this much and she hadn’t noticed, or was this new? Her muscles loosened with an anticipation she couldn’t stop.
They sat down across from each other, and he settled back against the booth, offering her a casual smile. “Tell me about your day.”
“My day?” He didn’t want to say more dirty things to her? Somehow it surprised her, but some of the anxiety knotting her middle relaxed.
“Yeah, how did the photo shoot go?”
Once they’d started talking, the easy conversation between them was still there throughout dinner. She didn’t even taste the pizza she consumed because the underlying sexual tension that they’d always managed to ignore became a hum that almost crackled in the air around them. Her body still burned from his touch, and she craved more. She wanted to finish what he’d started. Her mind knew she should let it go—her hormones weren’t listening. She shifted in her seat, but nothing would assuage the unfulfilled ache.
His gaze met hers. “It’s not working, baby.”
“What’s not?”
“Pretending this thing between us isn’t there. I’ve been sitting here with the biggest hard-on of my life during dinner, and I know you’re thinking about it, too.”
“How could you possibly—”
“Your nipples are hard, you keep licking your lips and staring at mine.” He took a sip of his iced tea, but his eyes never left her. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
She opened her mouth, and then closed it again. Nothing emerged, no words came to mind. She wanted him and she shouldn’t have him. It was as simple and as complicated as that.
“If I slid my hand between your legs, you’d be soaking wet for me already, wouldn’t you?”
She squirmed against the hard wood seat. God, yes, she was wet for him. Uncomfortably wet. His finger traced around the rim of his glass. Around and around his fingertip went, and she stared at it, wanting it to be her clit he was toying with. He had the best hands, his clever digits working her until she couldn’t stand it anymore. “Go into the bathroom, take your panties off, and wait for me.”
“Oh, God.” Shock rolled through her body in waves and her hands shook.
A challenging grin lit his handsome face. “I dare you.”
She rolled her eyes, but her face flamed. Her heart pounded. She couldn’t do it, she shouldn’t do it, but her body moved of its own accord. She couldn’t resist the dare, couldn’t resist
him
.
She pushed away from the table and swayed as she stood. Walking down the short hallway to the single restroom, she pushed inside. It was small and clean with a long counter mounted below an enormous mirror. Her reflection showed a woman whose face was flushed and whose green eyes sparkled with desire. She didn’t even know that woman, but she couldn’t back out now. Need spun through her, tightened some muscles, loosened others.
Her hands shook as she lifted her dress and pushed the lacy boyshort panties down her legs. She shimmied to work them down until she could step out of them. The sway of her hips made her dress dance around her legs. Picking them up, she stuffed the damp lace into her purse. God, she was so hot, so wet. Where was Tyrone? Anticipation made her skin tingle, sensitized it until the silk of her bra chafed her tight nipples. She braced her hands on the counter to keep her balance. This was madness. And she couldn’t make herself stop. She needed him. Right now.
He walked in behind her, shut the door, and flipped the lock. “Did you—”
“Yes,” she whispered. Lifting her dress with one hand, she leaned forward over the counter to show him.
“Stay just like that.”
Closing her eyes, she swallowed. The rasp of his zipper echoed in the small, tiled room. Her breath sped, and she waited. Would he fuck her hard and fast, or slow and tender? She loved both.
Please, please, please
.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered in that dark chocolate voice.
She did and focused on him. He was so beautiful, all hard planes and smooth muscles. She could stare at him for hours. His hands smoothed up her inner thighs, spreading her for his big cock. Beads of moisture slipped down her legs. Liquid flames licked at her pussy, burning her from the inside out. Her hips twisted under the lash of need. The head of his hard dick nudged at the opening of her pussy, and she shoved herself back to take him deep. He met her halfway and they both groaned as he seated himself to the hilt.
His cock glided in and out of her in smooth, hard strokes. His gaze met hers in the mirror. “Look at you, baby.”
“I’d rather look at you.” Why would she look at herself when she could see him?
A hot, sexy grin curved his full lips. “You’re so lovely.”
No, she wasn’t. She shoved the thought away and tried to derail him. This was not the time for an argument. Not when the first shivers of an orgasm built inside her. She clamped her inner muscles down on him and he shuddered, his big hands biting into the flesh of her ample hips.
“Lorna…”
She just grinned at him, a challenge, a dare.
Tame me if you can, Tyrone
.
He arched a brow, and she knew he wasn’t going to back down. Heat rippled through her with each slow, pounding thrust. He lifted one hand to pull the diamond stud out of his ear, and the back of it skittered away on the floor. His hand dipped out of her view and she felt the rough scratch of it up the outside of her thigh. She shivered at the almost harsh sensation. He rolled the earring around to the front of her pussy and pushed it into the thick cream there. It scraped at the swollen tissue of her sex before he settled it over her pulsing clitoris. She moaned as he began moving deep inside her, his pounding thrusts rubbing her over the hard diamond. But he went too slow to give her the release she craved. He was driving her crazy.
“Want more, baby?”
Her hands balled into fists in her dress, her legs shaking with the effort to hold herself upright. “I can’t stand—I need—
please
.”
“Tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you, baby. I promise.” He kept his thrusts at a leisurely rhythm. He knew what he was doing to her, damn him.
Her breath caught on a sob. She was so close, so very close. “Let me come. Please, I need you to fuck me harder.”
She didn’t care if she was begging, as long as he did what she needed. Her body throbbed. He shoved the diamond hard against her clit, rolling it in circles. His hips slammed forward at the same time, grinding his long cock into her at just the right angle. A low cry ripped from her throat as her sex fisted around his dick. Gooseflesh erupted down her arms and she shuddered again and again.
He clamped his free hand over her mouth to smother her cries. Tilting her head to the side, he grazed his teeth over her neck. Nipping and kissing his way to the base of her throat, he drew strongly on the sensitive spot. Her legs shook, and she moaned against his palm.
“Like that, do you, baby?” He tossed the earring on the countertop.
She bit down on his hand. Hard.
He jerked, but his fingers stayed over her lips. “You bit me.”
She chuckled.
“Now biting isn’t nice, baby. You know what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?” He jerked his cock free of her body, and she moaned a denial. His hand slid down her back to caress the twin globes of her buttocks. “You have the most luscious ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of viewing.”
She shivered, arching into his touch. Her heart pounded, and her breathing panted out in soft little gasps. She could smell her own wetness combined with the cologne Tyrone wore. Wicked heat raced through her as he stroked over her butt. Would he? His hand drew back to land on her backside in a hard slap. She squealed behind his hand, pleasure and pain arcing through her. He leaned forward a bit, pushing her down.
Little whimpering cries erupted against the hand that covered her mouth. His hand came down again and again until she couldn’t tell where the agony and ecstasy ended. They were the same. Cream slid from her sex to trail down her thighs.
More. Oh, God. More
. The sound of his hard smacks echoed in the room, made her more aware of exactly how many times he struck her. Her ass burned and her hips danced to the rhythm he set for her.
It stopped as suddenly as it started, and she was left gasping. Her pussy ached with want, her body throbbing for more of his possession.
The head of his dick probed her a moment before he slammed deep within her. She moaned against his fingers, but he didn’t pause. He thrust in with punishing speed. His hard stomach spanked against her flaming ass cheeks, and she choked on her own breath. Tears slipped unchecked down her face. So good. It felt so damn good. He groaned and pushed in hard one last time before his cum jetted deep into her pussy. Her fingers groped for his hand. Oh, God. She needed to scream. Her nails bit into his forearm, but it was too late. Her sex tightened around his cock as she came in a rush so hot and wild she saw starbursts.
He let her mouth go, and their panting breath was all that broke the silence. “Are you all right, baby?”
“Yes,” she whispered, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She levered herself away from the counter, and her knees buckled beneath her.
He caught her in his strong arms. “Whoa, baby. Shh. Just stay right here for a minute. I have you.”
Grabbing a couple of paper towels, he dampened them in the sink and cleaned them both up. He tucked his earring into his pocket.
Lorna sighed. Letting herself relax against him felt too good, but she forced herself not to think about it. She’d stay in this moment with him, enjoy the sweetness of it, and not dwell on the fact that her best friend had given her the most amazing orgasm of her life. Correction,
orgasms
. Her giggle bordered on hysteria.
“What’s funny?” He leaned forward to look her in the eyes.
She cleared her throat and flailed to find something to say. “You spanked me.”
He arched a brow, grinning wickedly. “And you liked it.”
Sucking in her cheeks, she remained silent, but forced herself to stand without help. She straightened her dress, but there was no flattening the wrinkles they’d left in it last night
and
today. God, she needed a shower. She probably smelled like sex.
The rustle of his clothes sounded behind her before he grasped her elbow. “Ready?”
“Should we go out together?” She refastened her ponytail, but there was no way to really smooth her wild hair, so she piled it up in a loose bun. At least the mess looked deliberate now.
“Baby, if people noticed us both come in here, it’s not going to make much difference how we come out.” He wound his fingers through hers and led her out into the restaurant. She didn’t let herself look anyone in the eyes, just in case someone
had
noticed the two of them. A sigh of relief eased past her lips when they made it outside with no one stopping them to ask questions.
“Lorna! Tyrone!”
Guilt made her jump and she scanned the area to see who’d called out to them. Oh, no. Tyrone’s parents and his younger brother. As much as she adored them, she did not want to see them just now. Especially not wearing the same dress she’d worn at Mrs. Forrester’s birthday party yesterday. She was so screwed. And everyone was about to know it.
Tyrone smiled. “Mom. Dad. Derek.”
“Hey, sugar.” His mother stepped forward and kissed his cheek. She was every bit as gorgeous as Tyrone. The silver lacing her dark hair only made her more beautiful. Her smooth cocoa skin set off her great dark eyes. His dad, Greg, waved from where he stood talking on his cell phone. Probably something with work. As the chief of police, he didn’t get time off—even when he was out with his wife. He shoved a hand through blond hair that had gone white around the edges.
Derek exchanged a quick, backslapping hug with Tyrone. He scooped Lorna off the ground and swung her in a circle. “If it isn’t my favorite ginger girl. Looking as gorgeous as always.”
He smacked an enthusiastic kiss on her cheek, and Lorna could almost swear she heard Tyrone growl. For some perverse reason, she liked that. He took her hand and pulled her back to his side as soon as Derek released her.
“All right. Keep me informed as the situation progresses.” Greg’s pale blue eyes—so like Tyrone’s—twinkled down at her as he hung up his phone. “Lorna, it’s good to see you again so soon.”
His gaze dropped to their joined hands, and the Forresters grew uncharacteristically silent. Marion cleared her throat delicately. “Are the two of you dating now?”
“Yes.” Tyrone’s answer was short and to the point.
Lorna felt light-headed as she swung around to face him. “Are you insane?”
“Always questioning my sanity.” He shook his head.
Gesturing to the older couple in front of them, she tried to express herself without exploding. “This isn’t a joke. These are your
parents
. They’re best friends with
my
parents.”
He shrugged. “They need to get used to the idea.”
Oh, that did it. “It would have been nice to get used to the idea myself. Maybe if you tried asking instead of, I don’t know, hijacking me in your car.”
Derek smothered a guffaw while his mom swiveled around to face his dad. “I thought you trained him better than that.”
“I did, but a man has to make his own mistakes. Let’s leave them to it.” Greg put his hand on the small of Marion’s back and firmly guided her into the pizza parlor. “Derek, let’s go. Leave your brother alone.”
The elder Forrester’s tone brooked no argument, and Derek was smart enough to turn and follow his parents, even though devilish glee sparkled in his gaze. Oh, yes. If little brother had his way, Lorna and Tyrone were never going to live this moment down. Ever.
Tyrone fished his keys out of his pocket. His mouth opened to continue their argument without an audience, but his phone bleated from his belt loop. He checked the number. “Damn it. Baby, I have to take this call. Work.”