Read Indulgent Pleasures Online
Authors: Karen Erickson
He was going to fuck her in the parking garage. He knew he was a complete asshole but he couldn’t help it. He had to have her.
Now.
Chapter Ten
Justin’s mood had been off since she’d arrived at the bar. Stephanie had felt terrible for not being able to contact him, frustrated with the bus and the car accident that stalled her, irritated at getting stuck in the rain and her favorite dress soaked.
When she arrived, he’d been angry, quiet, brooding. Dark and sexy and his eyes were so penetrating it was as if he could see right through her—and he didn’t like what he found.
That hurt. It also made her mad, pissed she’d wasted her time meeting him when he was clearly not thrilled with her. She’d been ready to bail, more than eager to go home and take a hot shower then curl up in bed. Nurse her wounds with a little bit of pouting and a lot of disappointment.
Then he’d attacked her outside of the little pub with a passionate vigor that had surprised her.
And aroused her.
The way he touched her, kissed her, undressed her, it was different tonight. More urgency and hardly any finesse. It was raw, unbridled lust.
She’d thought they’d been lusty before. Compared to this, what was happening now, they’d been far from it.
His cock pressed eagerly against her and she reached for him, smoothing her hand over his erection that strained against the fly of his jeans. Her fingers fumbled, undoing the button and zip and then she dove in, encountering hot, silky flesh, hard and thrusting against her palm.
“Jesus, Stephanie.” His voice was ragged, full of urgent need and she stroked him, her own little whimpers filling the air with every lick of his tongue around her nipple.
The parking garage was essentially empty though she knew there were a few cars parked inside. Anyone could walk by and see them, most definitely hear them. Their gasping breaths echoed against the solid concrete walls and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what they were doing in the dark corner.
“We shouldn’t do this here.” Every word was punctuated by a pant since his wandering hands were working magic upon her skin.
He yanked her skirt up, his big hands full of delicate Swiss dot fabric and she found the contrast incredibly sexy. “We’re doing this here.”
“Justin—” He cut off her protest with a finger resting against the center of her mouth, his expression serious, the golden-green depths of his eyes glowing in the dim light.
“I’m going to fuck you here and then I’m going to take you to my house and we’re going to fuck all night. You understand?”
He removed his finger and she nodded slowly, her hair rubbing against the rough surface of the concrete wall behind her. His commanding tone and demands should’ve pissed her off, especially with his unreasonable anger toward her earlier but no.
All of it only aroused her, made her want him even more if that was possible. The thought of being taken by Justin so forcefully in a freaking parking garage, where anyone could see them was a tremendous turn on.
She thought of the fantasy list, how having sex in a public place was on it. Never would she have considered it but then again, she’d never been with Justin before.
Her skin tingled and she smiled, ready to get into it even more.
“Maybe we should do it in the car?” She nibbled on her lower lip, knowing what his answer would be.
And he didn’t disappoint.
“Shit, no. Too uncomfortable.” He reached behind him, yanking his wallet out and grabbing the handy condom he always seemed to have.
Good thing since they always seemed to have spontaneous sex in unusual places.
“You want to do it right here against the wall?”
“No.” He shook his head slowly, the glint in his eyes unmistakable. “I want to fuck you against the hood of my car.”
“Oh Justin...” That sounded crazy. But she wasn’t going to protest. She was in the mood for crazy, wild, unpredictable.
Stephanie had never been able to let go sexually as she did with Justin. One touch and she went off like a spark, the heat and passion consuming her so rapidly she didn’t have time to think.
She only had time to feel.
He grabbed her by the forearm and led her over to the car, stopping at the front of it, closer to the driver’s side.
“Bend over baby. Let me see your pretty little ass.” He kissed her, a sweet, lingering kiss, his tongue dancing with hers and she clung to him until he finally nudged at her shoulders with the tips of his fingers.
Then because she couldn’t not do it, she turned and leaned forward, pressing her chest against the cold metal of the car. She gasped at the shock, her nipples tightening almost painfully and she breathed deep, relaxed her body as much as she could.
His hands gathered her skirt once again, pushing it up above her waist so the fabric rested in a pile in the center of her back. His hands smoothed over her lower back, her butt and then he was tugging her panties down, the cool air hitting her heated pussy and making her squirm.
“Ah yeah, babe. Sorry but this is going to be fast.” He entered her with one quick thrust and she bucked against the car at the shock of him invading her. The thick heat of him warming her from the inside out.
Justin didn’t even bother to sweet talk her or smooth his hands over her skin, nothing like he usually did. His fingers clutched her hips tight, biting into her skin. His cock moved in and out of her pussy like a piston and she liked it, she loved it. With a grunt, she thrust back against him, wanting it as hard as she could get it.
The scent of sex permeated the air, their sweat slicked bodies slapping against each other and she closed her eyes, pressed her cheek against the cool, smooth metal of the car.
It was insanity, what was happening between them. Sweet, sweet insanity and if she really was going crazy, then what a way to go.
He didn’t let up the rhythm, his cock insistent, nudging against an extra sensitive spot deep within her and she cried out, adrenaline coursing through her veins, making her head roar.
“Are you close baby?” He sounded strained, as if he was holding everything back and he slammed into her, his heavy balls brushing against her ass and pussy, making her squirm. “Because I’m gonna blow.”
Her belly tingled, her inner walls clutched around his length and she nodded, emitting a shaky, “Y—yes.”
She didn’t realize it was possible but he went even deeper, fucking her so hard and fast she could hardly move. Again and again, he pumped inside of her until he was coming. Yelling, the sounds of him climaxing filling the entire second floor of the parking garage and she shouted, too. His name flew out of her right when her orgasm hit and she was nothing but shaking limbs, shakier breath and pure liquid fire.
And all along in the corner of her mind the thought of getting caught, of a stranger watching them have sex thrilled her. Made her tingle, made her wonder if she was some sort of sick and twisted person.
“Shit.” He withdrew from her quickly, disposing of the condom and zipping up. She stood, her legs shaky and she pushed her dress back into place before she turned and leaned against the car.
If she didn’t have that car to rest against, she would’ve embarrassed herself and slid to the floor into a puddle of nothing.
“You must think I’m an asshole.” He stood in front of her, his face ruddy, his eyes glittering in that way they did right after he came. His hair was a mess, the rain and damp air making it curl about his head wildly and she reached out, pushed a lock off his forehead.
“I don’t think you’re an asshole,” she murmured. He was a prisoner to this just as she was. Confused and amazed and helpless to stop it but what they had was too powerful to be denied.
And right now, she didn’t want to deny it. She wanted to revel in it. Experience it again and again.
A slam sounded in the distance and they heard voices, voices that seemed to be coming closer accompanied by the varied footfalls of more than one person walking. Justin’s gaze met hers, panic flaring across his face and he withdrew the keyless remote from his front pocket, unlocking the doors.
They both climbed into the car without a word and he started the engine, backing out with ease. He drove by a small crowd of young men on his way out and Stephanie trembled with relief. She didn’t even want to think what would’ve happened if that group had come upon them.
He exited the parking garage as quickly as he could. The guard in the toll booth eyed them suspiciously as Justin shoved bills into his extended hand. Like he knew exactly what they’d been up to and full of regret at not catching them in the act.
“He knew,” Stephanie said when Justin pulled out onto the street.
He shrugged, his gaze glued to the road. The weather was still crappy and made for extra dangerous driving. “I don’t really care. I’m just thankful he didn’t recognize me.”
She studied him out of the corner of her eye, envy coursing through her at his ability to look so cool and composed after what they’d just shared. Only his hair was ruffled and his clothes appeared a little rumpled. Other than that, he was his perfect, normal self. Gorgeous, hard bodied, sexier than hell.
And all hers.
She was no dummy. She knew he was using her for the time being. A quickie, a fling, a passionate and most likely fast and furious little affair was what they shared. She was having a good time she couldn’t deny it but she also really didn’t want it to end.
This was more than her collecting research and pertinent information for her articles and potential column. This was more than having spectacular sex with a famous person who seemed to know exactly how to please her.
This was sex with a man she wanted to get to know even better. A man she enjoyed spending time with. A man who couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her no matter what they were doing.
And that was the best part of it all. His lack of control was a complete turn on. Something she wanted to see more of. Something she wanted to indulge in for as long as possible.
But she wasn’t sure if he felt the same way. Why would he? He could have any woman he wanted and she’d done her research. He’d never really had any long term relationships during his entire career with the Miners.
He was thirty-two years old and a confirmed bachelor. After everything she’d read she should consider herself lucky to get the little piece of him she’d already had.
She was greedy and she couldn’t help it. She wanted more. Much more. Probably more than he was willing to give.
And that part hurt the most.
Chapter Eleven
It had taken almost an hour but they’d finally arrived at Justin’s house. Surprisingly, he lived in Half Moon Bay, a quaint little town that appealed to tourists located right on the scenic Highway One. It wasn’t known to be a place the rich elite flocked to live.
He surprised her yet again.
The house was big, not a gargantuan mansion by any means but a decent size. It was older, a fixer upper from what she could tell and he hadn’t lied when he told her the place needed work. There was hardly any furniture and a couple of the rooms from what she could tell stood empty.
The kitchen had been remodeled recently. The latest in appliances and gleaming granite countertops shone beneath the multiple spotlights that dotted the ceiling. A huge window above the sink overlooked the ocean and Stephanie turned to Justin, her eyes widening the slightest bit.
He was watching her carefully as he leaned against the counter and he shuffled his feet the slightest bit. He winced and she knew immediately something was wrong.
“Are you all right?”
Justin nodded and crossed his arms in front of his chest. All macho, blustering male. “I’m fine.”
His voice was a little too gruff and he seemed to be easing up on one leg. She wondered if his injury from the accident still gave him trouble.
Of course it did. The knee injury had been so severe it had cut short his career. He’d admitted to her that night at the Italian restaurant he underwent tremendous physical therapy but that wasn’t a magic healer.
“Is it your knee?” She kept her voice low since she knew he didn’t like to talk about it.
She had a feeling he didn’t like admitting he was in pain.
He nodded once. “I’ll be all right. It just aches a little.”
“Did you hurt it earlier? In the garage?” She bit her lower lip, guilt filling her. Had they gone at it too roughly and he’d hurt himself as a result? She’d never forgive herself for being so careless.
Or maybe for weighing so damn much. She was no waif that was for sure.
“It’s the damp weather. Even before the accident, it would make my knee ache. Now even more so.” He leaned even more on the kitchen counter and she saw the subtle lift of his foot.
Stephanie went to him and rested her hands on his chest. That warm solid wall of muscle made her realize just how strong he was.
The injured knee reminded her just how vulnerable he was, too.
“You should go lay down.”
With a smile, he curved an arm around her waist, nudging her closer. “I thought I should soak it.”
“Absolutely. That’s a good idea.”
His smile grew. He looked positively wicked. “With you joining me in my whirlpool tub.”
She arched a brow. “Will it fit us both?”
“Oh, yeah. I just had the kitchen and the master bathroom remodeled.” He waggled his eyebrows, making her giggle. “We could fit a party of four in that tub.”