Six Naughty Nights: Love in Reverse, Book 2 (30 page)

Esther was in the bedroom, singing along to the music as she got changed. He covered his eyes with an arm. Hopelessness settled over him like a blanket. He’d said yes to Esther’s suggestion of exploring the Naughty Nights game because he liked her, he hadn’t had sex in a while, and he hadn’t seen the harm in it. How stupid was he? Why on earth had he thought he could have some free sex and not get his heart involved?

But he knew the answer. Because he’d done it so often before. How many times had he slept with a girl for fun, without worrying about where it would lead? And after a few dates when he’d got bored, he’d brushed them off and moved on without a second thought. He’d even done it to Esther in Fiji, although he’d cursed that decision ever since. But he thought he’d got over her, and he’d been certain their dalliance would just be a fun way to pass a few days while he got to know his son.

Fucking idiot. He groaned. How could he have thought he’d got over her? Why didn’t he realise he’d be thinking about her twenty-four/seven once they went to bed again? For God’s sake, last time she’d haunted him for years after only two weeks in her presence, and this time he was emotionally invested from the start. She was the mother of his child.

He was in love with her.

The thought shocked him so much, he sat up. His heart pounded. “Fuck,” he said out loud.

“Yeah, all right,” Esther said from behind him. “Give me a minute. What ever happened to foreplay?”

He turned and nearly fell off the sofa at the sight of her. She stood with one hand on her hip, posing like a teen with attitude, clearly enjoying his reaction. The navy skirt reached barely halfway down her thighs, and the white shirt stretched tight across her breasts. She couldn’t get the blazer done up, but the way it hugged her was hardly a turnoff. The tie hung in a loose knot. She even wore long white socks with gym shoes, and she’d braided her hair into two pigtails.

She sucked the lollipop in her right hand and pointed it at him. “What’s up mister? Never seen a schoolgirl before?”

His heart—still racing from his eureka moment a few moments before—increased its pace. “Not like this, no. Wow.”

She sauntered forward, stood before him and slid the lollipop in and out of her mouth, eyes fixed on his. “Everything all right, sir? You look kind of…shocked.”

No way would he admit to her what he’d been thinking. He had to do some serious damage control here. This was physical, he told himself firmly. This was all about sex
.
That was the reason why he couldn’t get her out of his head. She was a good fuck, nothing more.

The thought made him wince and he apologised in his head.
Shit. Sorry.

She pulled the lollipop out of her mouth and surveyed him with a curious smile. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look weird.”

“I didn’t mean it,” he said.

“Didn’t mean what?”

He stared at her helplessly. “Um… I meant…”

She toed off her shoes, came forward and climbed on top of him. She straddled him and sat on his lap, then offered him the lollipop. He closed his mouth around it, tasting cherry, and then she removed it and placed it back in her mouth again, grinning. He hardened beneath her. Why was that so sexy?

She moved a little closer, opening her thighs so she could slide toward him. “I’m guessing you like the outfit?” The stick moved from side to side as she turned the lollipop in her mouth. He couldn’t take his eyes off it.
 

“It’s very…ah…entertaining.”

She chuckled. “I’d never understood the male fetish for the schoolgirl look before, but I have to admit there’s something sexy about it. I guess it’s the innocence thing. The chance to corrupt and degrade.” Her eyes gleamed.

“Yeah.” His voice was little more than a squeak.

“Do you like the white cotton panties I’m wearing?” She hitched up her skirt to show him she spoke the truth.

He groaned as she moved her hips from side to side and rubbed her soft mound against the rock-hard length in his pants. “Oh jeez.”

“The thing is, sir…I’ve been very bad.” She batted her eyelashes, playing the naïve girl, even as she continued to arouse herself on him.

“You have?” His voice came out weak. He felt completely out of control, physically and emotionally.

“Mm. The principal caught me behind the bike sheds doing something
very
naughty.” She ran the lollipop over her lips, coating them with red gloss. “And he told me you were going to have to chastise me.”

Various scenarios ran through his head of how to discipline her until she begged for his forgiveness, and a deep, warm feeling of contentment crept over him at how much he was enjoying their game. But that was accompanied by a sharp sadness at the knowledge that it all had to end. He gave a long, resigned sigh, unable to think what to say.

She lowered the lollipop and studied him. “Are you sure you’re okay? You have a very strange look on your face.”

He nodded feebly. What the hell was he doing? Why did he get himself into such impossible situations?

She gave him a sympathetic, amused look, wrapped the lolly back in its wrapper and placed it on the table. Moving even closer to him, she wriggled until her breasts brushed his chest. Fixing him with a gentle smile, she cupped his face in her hands. And then she lowered her lips to his.

Esther kissed him, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers. But even as she pressed her lips against his, she pondered on his strange expression. What was bothering him? Why had he stared at her with that odd mixture of helplessness and desire, as if he couldn’t make up his mind?

Usually his hands would have been wandering all over her by now, but this time he’d linked them loosely behind her back. Not that he didn’t seem to be enjoying the kiss. As she moved her hips, he was hard against her, and he returned the kiss happily enough, eyes closed as his tongue played with her own.

He’s clearly crazy about you.
Out of the blue, Rusty’s words rang through her, clear as someone tapping on crystal. She lifted her head. Toby opened his eyes and looked into hers. On the one hand, his shone like discs of polished oak, reflecting all her emotions back at her. Yes, of course he had feelings for her. He adored the mother of his child. She had no question about that.

Equally, although she studied him carefully, his expression remained unfathomable. Was he just thinking about how sad he’d be when she took Charlie with her—this new, ready-made family she’d sprung on him? Or was it more than that?

She brushed his stubble with her thumbs. Did he love her?

That thought made her blink. What? Why had that popped into her head? This was nothing to do with love. It couldn’t be. All the time they were just having sex, the problems that lay between them like a minefield didn’t matter—they could step around them and concentrate on having a good time. But falling in love would be a disaster, because to have a relationship they’d have to face up to their past and address the issues that both of them were managing to ignore. It wouldn’t work—it couldn’t. It would be too hard, too painful to sift through the whys and wherefores of Fiji and Charlie and why she hadn’t contacted him.

Shame flooded her, the same way it always did when she thought about bringing Charlie up on her own, and she lowered her eyes and let her hands slide down his chest. Any feelings he’d developed for her would dissolve like salt in warm water once he found out she’d actually got the messages he’d left for her. Maybe she should tell him now and get it over with.

But he put a finger under her chin and lifted it so he could look into her eyes, and his were filled with such warmth and gentleness that she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. He slid his hand into her hair, brought her head down and kissed her, and this time the usual heat that simmered between them flamed and engulfed her.

He wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her tight against him. She sighed and opened her mouth to his searching tongue. He slid the hand resting on her back around to her breast, and she arched against him as he squeezed the nipple through the lace.

Tears pricked her eyelids, and she squeezed her eyes shut tight, determined not to let them fall as he kissed down her neck. For crying out loud, this was supposed to be fun. The last thing he’d want was her collapsing into a snivelling heap. Desperation rising inside her, she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back so she could kiss him again. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and ground her hips against his, wanting to fire both of them up until the sexual daze overtook them and forced these uneasy thoughts from her head.

He seemed happy to go along with that plan and groaned at her insistence, his hands becoming rougher as they wandered over her body. He moved one between them and hooked it around the leg of her panties. His fingers glided through her folds so easily she could tell she was already slippery with desire for him.

“Fuck, Esther.” He slid two fingers deep inside her. “You’re so wet.” He curved his fingers and searched until he found the spot he was looking for.
 

She gasped at his words, as well as his actions. “And you’re so rude!”

“Because I tell the truth?” The mischievous glint in his eye was back, thank goodness, replacing the tenderness that had nearly been her undoing. He stroked firmly, and she knotted her hand in his hair as her internal muscles rippled with pleasure. “There,” he said in a contented voice. “Good girl.”

She tipped her head back blissfully. “I know why you like the schoolgirl thing. You love the thought of corrupting me, don’t you?”

“Yep. I like doing and saying things that make that look appear on your face.”

“What look?” She dropped her head to give him an indignant glare. “You’re making it up.”

“No, I’m not.” He continued to stroke her. “You want a mirror so you can see it?”

“There’s…no…‘look’.” She was having trouble stringing a sentence together.

“Absolutely there’s a look.” His eyes gleamed. “It’s about to appear now, when I tell you I’m going to get my cock out in a minute and fuck you hard with it.” She inhaled and whacked him on the arm, and he laughed out loud. “There you go.”

She lifted herself off him and mumbled to herself as she removed her panties. “You should be ashamed of yourself. Leading an innocent girl astray.” She slipped off the tight jacket, waiting until he’d unzipped his jeans and freed his erection from his boxers before she climbed back onto him. “It’s shocking.”

“One does one’s best.” He put his hands on her hips and moved her on top of him until his swollen tip parted her equally swollen lips. “It’s a practiced art,” he said, finishing with a groan as she gyrated her hips and rubbed herself along him.

“Hmm.” She met his gaze. “I think it’s more of a natural skill where you’re concerned.”

“Maybe.”

They both smiled, then inhaled jointly with a gasp as she relaxed and let him slide inside her.

He pulled her toward him, burying himself within her deeply, and tightened his arms around her. “Damn, you feel good.”

“Oh, you too.” She loved the way she could feel him all the way up inside her as her muscles clenched around his thick, hard length.

He caught one of her braids and tugged it to bring her head down for a kiss, curling the dark plait around his fingers. “You look so young with these,” he murmured when she lifted her head.

“That was kind of the idea.” She began to move on top of him, rocking her hips so he slid in and out of her. “Too much though? Want me to undo them?”

He shook his head and cupped her cheek in his big hand. “I wish I could have been your first.”

That puzzled her. “Why?”

“I don’t like to think of another man touching you.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

A shiver went through her. That was dangerously close to possessiveness again, something they couldn’t afford to indulge in.

She decided to go down the playful route. “Not even if you were watching?”

His eyes held a warning glare. “Esther…”

She nibbled his earlobe as she continued to move her hips. “How about if both of you had me?” She kissed around his jaw to his lips. “At the same time?” She lifted herself up until she just teased the tip of him repeatedly. “You’d be in charge, of course. We’d tell him what to do.”

He closed his eyes, his breathing harsh. “Esther…”

She sucked his bottom lip. “I could slide onto you like this, while he watched. And then he could kneel behind me and push his cock into my—”

Suddenly he lifted her, cutting off her words. She squealed. He moved forward onto the soft rug without withdrawing. Lying on her back, she looked up at him with startled eyes. “What was that for?”

He didn’t say anything. He braced his hands either side of her and studied her for a moment, unsmiling. She held her breath. What had she said? Why was he in such a strange mood? She’d only been playing, trying to turn him on.

He knelt up, still inside her, grasped both sides of her shirt in his hands and pulled it apart. Buttons popped and flew across the carpet, and she squealed. “Toby!” She tried to push him away, but he ignored her feeble swats and bent and covered her nipple with his mouth through the white lace. She gasped as he sucked hard. “What…what did I say?”