Just That Easy (28 page)

“That would be easy, wouldn’t it? I could please you all
night long, and you wouldn’t have to worry about me wanting anything else out
of you. Anything you’d have to take a risk to give me.”

She turned away from him as well, the truth of his words
driving straight into her heart. They lay there back to back until she thought
he was asleep, and then she breathed a sigh of relief that it was over, for the
moment. She must be a masochist. When he pushed her, willing her to give in to
him, it was the biggest rush she’d ever felt, bigger than all the others, even
the ones she’d learned to reach for herself in the middle of all of this. And
deep down she had to admit she wanted him to keep hounding her, not let her go,
never ever give up on her. Except right now she just felt empty.

Empty, until he suddenly turned back into her, wrapping his
big arms around her and she felt that familiar need. The one thing she knew she
could give him easily, completely and as much as he wanted. She tried to turn
into him, but he held her there, her back to him.

He didn’t make a sound, other than the heavy breathing of
his arousal that she’d come to know so well. Steady, thick, the sound of deep,
deep need. His hands found the waist of her loose sweat pants and shoved them
down roughly. His breath was hot on her neck, and he bit her there, sucking
hard against her skin. The flood of heat made her thighs clench together,
instantly wet for him.

His hand snaked up her belly to her nipples, and as he
rubbed and pinched them in his fingers, she felt him pressing his very hot,
throbbing so hard she could feel it, bare cock straight between her thighs. He
slid it back and forth a few times, and she could feel his breathing coming
harder against her neck, much more strained than usual, moaning so low it was
almost a continual, long, groaning hum.

His fingers pushed roughly between her thighs. She’d never
felt him so impatient, so ungentle. He’d been demanding—hell he’d whipped
her—but this was different. This was blind, raw, unconcerned urgency. He took
what he needed, not asking, barely sharing. She felt his finger slide hard over
her clit, no slow buildup. It wasn’t for her pleasure. He willed her to open to
him, to fill with the slick wetness to take him in.

His big hand pulled her knee up, spreading her wide open.
Positioning himself, he thrust into her to the hilt. Hard, deep, pushing to go
even deeper before he finally pulled back and thrust again. Grunting hard with
the exertion, his fingers worked her clit hard, fast, and he kept the rough
driving of his cock into her moving faster and faster too.

Her body was insane with heat for him. He’d been broken down
to the simplest form of his need, she could feel it. Desperate, furious, trying
to invade her and take what he needed. She wanted to give it to him so badly,
how else but to give him this, the only thing they shared that she wasn’t
afraid to accept from him.

He drove into her again, so hard he nearly pushed her off,
but his hands pinned her to him, holding her there. Forcing her to accept his
grinding cock, even if she wouldn’t accept how he felt about her.

He came into her with a final huge thrust, grunting in an
almost painful-sounding gasp. Rather than just before him like she usually did,
she followed his with her own ragged spasms, barely finished before he pulled
out of her and turned away again. His voice was quiet in the dark.

“Did I hurt you? Your leg?”

“No.”

Then silence. She had no idea how long before she slept, the
exhaustion of the day on her, but it wasn’t quickly.

Strip Tease

“On our adventure for tonight we’re going out. Wear
something sexy. Doesn’t have to be dressed up. I like leather if you got it.”

“Out? Leather? Uh-oh. You going to do something bad to me in
public?”

“No, in fact, this isn’t even going to involve actual sex.
Well, while we’re out anyway.”

“Really? Now I’m curious.”

“Good. Keep that in your head all day.”

He stood up from the table, clearing his mess from lunch.
Another thing she loved about him, if it hadn’t been for the quiet tension
between them. They had driven back in the morning, packing the car in relative
silence, even when he’d just held her for a long few moments when they woke up,
kissing her softly. From that point on the day had become about perfunctory
actions, not much else.

Coming back by her, he leaned down and kissed her on the top
of her head. Another slightly distant move since his kisses were always on her
lips and intense.

“I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to be rough with
you. Just so you know, tonight is the last one I had on the list.” He didn’t
wait for any reply and headed out the door to go to work.

She felt, warm. Nervous.
The last one
. The rest of
the afternoon she felt slightly dazed and a little more than agitated.

One more
.

The end? What happened when they ran out of excuses to keep
playing the game and she had to face giving in?

Would it be better to at least give him that little bit of
satisfaction before he bolted, so she’d know he at least had been fulfilled, at
least one of them had? Take the chance that just maybe… Or would it be better
to just push him away when that final ultimatum came, love me or I
’
m
leaving? It was going to end the same either way. She decided the pain would be
less for her if she didn’t cross that final line, see the satisfaction on his
face of having completely conquered her before he walked away.

The lump in her belly stayed with her every second from the
time he walked away from the table. She didn’t think it could get any worse.
Until seven hours later when she was watching the incredibly hot blonde slide
into his lap, his hands moving in to rest on her hips without a care in the
world, leaning forward as her nearly bare breasts brushed his chest and she
whispered in his ear, giggling. The lump turned into a molten-hot chunk of lava
then, and it was about all she could do to keep from screaming.

He’d refused to tell her where he planned to take her. Might
have been her nerves at the situation, might have been her being sick of
feeling so beat down and needing to let go, but she had taken seriously his
words to wear something hot.

He gave her the once-over when he got back from work, and
his look indicated he approved. Knee-high black leather boots that laced all
the way up the back, followed by a few inches of thigh-high stocking, then a
nice stretch of creamy-white thigh that went all the way to the very bottom
edge of her ass. The little black skirt, also laced up each side with pleats in
between, swung easily back and forth on her hips. On top, a barely there piece
of black tank top that also laced straight up the back. Her lips were stained a
deep crimson. Her hair, she’d twisted up making it look wild and sweetly
schoolgirlish all at once.

He leered, making her second guess her choices, but kissed
her hungrily before uncharacteristically pulling himself off and heading to the
bathroom. Showering quickly, he towel dried his hair, threw on jeans, and one
of the soft white button-down dress shirts that she loved. He wore it untucked,
looking completely hot without even trying.

They pulled into the parking lot and she got the point
immediately. She knew the place, not that she’d been in, never had a reason to.
Strippers worked hard for their money, and you had to admire that. The pros
knew what they did, did it well, and got paid well.

She also knew the exact scene this had come from. One of her
characters had brought his wife to a club just like this, to give her her first
experience with a woman. Teryn didn’t feel even close to ready for this. The
girl thing wasn’t supposed to be on the list, she’d said she didn’t really like
it. That question hung in her mind as she mulled over how much this had all
changed, the tone of it, and where it was, or wasn’t going. It felt like a
confrontation, either way.

Then she remembered that in her book, the scene had melted
into an intense threesome, one in which the wife eventually ended being the
middle of an awful lot of attention. She wasn’t ready for that either. Not that
it was taboo to her, she’d consider it, if the situation felt right. Something
like that took a lot more than they had between them. It had to be about both
of them, with total trust and about them experiencing something together. They
were so not in that place.

Taking a deep breath, she followed him in, steeling her
nerves, reminding herself she’d committed to doing this with him, the only
commitment she
had
been able to manage. This was the high-end club in
the county, the girls here were far and away the best, and the best paid. The
fact she knew that’s exactly what it was—a job—made it not all that sexy to
her.

That was, until the hot blonde was fondling Grant.
Her
Grant. An explosion of possessiveness gripped her, her fingernails dug into her
palms. What the fuck? She was screaming in her head. Was this his idea of
driving home what she was walking away from every time he asked her to just
give in and say that there were feelings between them beyond sex? The fact that
he was using sex to prove it made it all the more infuriating.

When they’d walked into the club Grant had talked to the guy
at the door and instantly he seemed to know exactly who they were, pointing
them to an upper level roped off to the general crowd. He’d let them through
the velvet barrier and they’d headed up the stairs to the balcony. A
semi-circle of little spaces, three walls of curtain behind them, like private
boxes facing the stage. Big leather couches and side chairs were in each, a low
table in the middle. Another curtain could be pulled across the front, making
the box private. They’d settled into one and a waitress had come, brought back
drinks, and then there they were.

He barely talked to her, just settled in next to her, put
his arm casually around her as if they were just there to hang out, take in the
show. Maybe they were. A couple of dancers did their thing on the stage. They
had a full-on shower set up in one corner, working water, tiles and all. Two
girls soaped each other up, danced erotically, slid down the poles all
lathered. It was hot, enticing, exactly what they were paid for. It didn’t do
much for her.

Suddenly he seemed to remember something.

“Almost forgot.” He motioned to the UV light bar behind the
couch. Pushing the sleeve of his shirt up, he lifted his arm to the light.
Right there, on his biceps, was the missing tattoo. Glowing under the UV light
in a vivid blue. It said Thrill Seekers.

“Well, well, well. No wonder I couldn’t find it.”

Then she walked in. Smiling that well-paid-for, come-hither
grin, but all business first.

“Grant?”

“That’s me.”

“Everything all set? Terms okay?”

“Just fine.”

“I’ll run through them just to be clear. This is an extra
service, above and beyond. My discretion, the club itself allows no contact,
but since I’m a partner, I can break the rules. This is light contact only, no
sex, but I’ll get as close as you want, as close as you feel comfortable with
within reason, again, my discretion. Depends how much I feel the love, you
know?”

“Got it.”

“Money up front.”

Grant pulled what looked to be an unbelievably large amount
of cash out of his jeans pocket, and casually tossed it to her. Catching it in
midair, the stripper counted it with expert speed, and handed it off to the
bouncer who’d been standing at the back of the curtain. He left.

“All set? Who gets to go first?” That’s when she climbed in
Grant’s lap, whispering in his ear.

“She does.”

Her gut clenched. “No. I’m not, I don’t want to.”

“Teryn. Look at me.”

His eyes were colder than usual, but still the vivid blue
that always pulled her in.

“What?”

“It’s okay. This is about me and you, remember? You going to
back out on me, on the last one? You quitting?”

“Fuck you.” The words
me and you
brought her
simmering anger back down a bit.

“That’s my girl, I know you won’t back down. Just relax.”

The stunning blonde smiled at her. “Sweetie, you are hot,
this is going to be fun. You know how much he’s going to like watching us?”

Keep that in your head, Teryn, this is about him getting
off watching this stripper work you over.

The woman switched on a CD player at the back of the little
room, loaded and ready to go for her little show. She pulled the front curtain.
It was just the three of them now.

The grinds, the woman sliding her hands over her, slipping
her cleavage close into Teryn’s face, none of it managed to completely push the
seething emotions out of her, but it did bring it to a manageable level, give
her something to focus on. Blondie sat in her lap, wriggling her hips against
her thighs, warm, soft, female. So that’s what it felt like. Then she stripped
off her skimpy little wisp of a halter top, bouncing her generous breasts in
Teryn’s face. She smelled like baby powder.

She looked over at Grant, who hadn’t moved a muscle. He
didn’t seem to be turned-on, or off, he was just watching her.

“You want to see what I taste like?” The woman’s voice was
sultry, low, purring. Pro.

“What?”

“We can do whatever we want, my choice, remember? You’re a
beautiful girl, I like women with fire, and you’re seething with it, baby, want
to share a little?” She perked her pink rosette nipples out at Teryn. “Taste
me, sweetie. Just try it.”

Grant was staring, his eyes were burning now, deep.

Fine. I can play this.

She leaned forward slowly, tantalizing him, her tongue on
her lips.

“That’s it, baby, give your man a show.”

Her tongue made contact with the hot, soft skin, feeling the
dimples of the woman’s hardened nipples roll off her tongue. Feeling all the
sensations she knew Grant must feel when he was pulling at hers with his mouth,
knowing how much that turned her on. And this woman was turned-on, partly for
show, partly for real, it was impossible for Teryn not to sense it. Blondie
wriggled her hips against Teryn’s, nudging closer. She heard a distinctly
practiced purr come from her lips. “Lick me, honey, give me what I want.”

Teryn sucked her nipple deep into her mouth. Felt the
tension in the flesh, felt the tremor pass through the stripper as she flicked
her tongue over it. It did taste sweet. Soft. Just the idea that she had the
sensitive peak of a woman’s breast in her mouth sent a little tremor rocking
through her. It wasn’t what she was doing, it was that she was doing it at all.

Grant’s eyes never left her. He sat back, relaxed, legs
thrown out in front of him as if he were watching baseball. Even when her gaze
traveled down the length of him, and saw the telltale ridge in the crotch of
his jeans. The heavy bulge that said this was no afternoon pick-up game.

She slid her hands in on Blondie’s waist, pulling her close
to her face the way Grant did with her, the way she knew
she
liked to
feel it. Just then it clicked in her head what could be so sweet about a girl.
As she moved to Blondie’s other tight nipple, the thought that you could do all
the things you knew felt so good, so perfect, that would drive a woman wild,
the things a man could only guess at.

“Can I touch you?” The voice was seductive, a little needy.

Teryn didn’t even look to Grant this time. She was going to
run this show, do whatever she felt comfortable with. She still wasn’t all that
comfortable with the idea of having sex with a woman, but this wasn’t going to
be sex, was it?

“All you want.”

The woman slid Teryn’s low-cut top down over her breast,
bare, no bra. She expertly flicked the nipple, giving Teryn a little jolt of
heat, making her gasp. Then she lowered herself, running the two of them
together, nipple to nipple, in tight circles.

“Like that, darlin?” Teryn liked the sensation, the fact
that it was pushing her limits. Blondie, however, still didn’t turn her on.

“Mmm hmm,” she murmured.

Blondie raised up on her knees, bringing herself high up on
Teryn, her belly against her face. Teryn could smell her, the scent of the heat
from between those thighs. It wasn’t distasteful, it wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t
anything. It was another woman.

“I think I better pay some attention to that man of yours,
he looks like he needs some too.” Blondie sidled off her, clearly sensing
Teryn’s lack of enthusiasm, and slid into Grant’s lap, face first. She licked
the bulge in his jeans with her tongue. He let out a slow, deep exhale.
Controlled. Eyes locked on Teryn.

“What do you want me to do to him, sweetie?” Blondie purred
to her.

“Bite his nipples, he likes it.”

She did. Grant couldn’t contain the small groan, though he
tried, if only she could tell.

“Oooh. He does like that.” Blondie planted herself in his
lap, slid her breasts over his face.

“I like you two. I think maybe I might be convinced to let
your little honey there lick me real good. Would you like that?” she said to
Grant.

He didn’t answer. He looked to Teryn. His nostrils flared,
and she could see him flush, knew the heat was rising in him. Too fucking bad.

Teryn stood abruptly, pulling up her top casually.