Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3) (10 page)

So last night had
nothing to do with paying him my share of the rent. That was because
he wanted it and I wanted it.

The meatloaf is
definitely a gesture of my gratitude, but if I were to walk in that
bathroom right now, would he know it’s
because I want him and that it doesn’t have a damn thing to do
with payback?

Only one way to find
out.

I drape the towel in
my hand over the warm pot of mac and cheese before walking to the
bathroom door. I can hear the water running and the unmistakable
sound of hot spray against skin. Before I can talk myself out of it,
I push against the door and slip inside.

Rand’s
bathroom is small, but it does have a tub against one wall with a
navy blue shower curtain that completely hides him from my view. I
can only imagine what he looks like on the other side… maybe
rubbing soap all over the planes of his body, or maybe his eyes are
closed and face serene while he washes his hair.

But before I can
wonder any further, I hear a low groan issue from the other side of
that curtain. I recognize the nature and tone of that sound because
I’ve
heard it often before, and I know exactly what he’s doing now.
Without hesitation, I step forward and peel the curtain back a bit
near the foot of the tub.

And oh my God…
it’s better than I ever imagined. Rand has his face tilted to
the ceiling to let the hot water hit him on the top of his head. His
eyes are indeed closed and his lips slightly parted.

And a soapy hand is
wrapped around his hard cock while he slowly strokes himself,
twisting his wrist just a bit when he reaches the head.

I pull the curtain
back further and the slide of the shower rings against the bar is
loud enough to disturb Rand. His eyes open and his neck straightens.

He looks at me with
lazy eyes and never misses a stroke. “Sorry.
Took one look at you when I walked in that door, saw the way you
blushed, and it made me incredibly horny. Had to jerk off before
dinner.”

I can’t
help but laugh, pulling the curtain back all the way. “Rinse
your dick off.”

“Excuse me?”
he says with wide blinking eyes, his hand still working himself.

“Rinse the
soap off. I don’t like the taste of it.”

“Oh,” he
says in understanding and immediately turns his body into the spray
to do as I ask. When he’s squeaky clean, he shuts the water off
before turning to face me.

He’s
spectacular. Wet and muscled. Thick cock hard and standing straight
up, just begging for my attention. I indulge and wrap my hand around
it. He groans again and then rasps out, “Get naked, Cat.”

I shake my head with
a smile before lowering my knees to the tiled floor. Rand steps to
the edge of the tub, and he’s
within perfect striking distance for my mouth. I wrap it around the
head of his cock with both my hands to his ass, pulling him in deep.
Over the last few years, I learned how to deep throat by virtue of
all the cock I’ve had in it. Samuel loved to watch me choke on
it. He’d get most excited when I’d gag and slobber all
over. I hated the fucker for that. So I was determined to learn how
to take it like a pro and not give him the satisfaction of it. With
nothing but determination and a driving need to take something away
from Samuel, I can now take a cock all the way down without even
missing a breath or a stroke.

Rand knows this, of
course, because I’ve
given him head a few times. But he’s never had this reaction to
me before as he shouts out when my nose presses into his pelvis and
his hands come to my head to grip hard.

“F-u-u-u-u-c-k,”
he curses as he literally pushes me off him but I make sure to give a
measured suck once he’s out of my throat. “Fuck, that’s
good.”

Yes. It. Is.

The taste of Rand in
my mouth, the feel of his soft skin stretched over what feels like
forged steel. The
way he goes crazy when I take him back down deep again.

“Cat, you need
to pull off right the fuck now before I come,” he growls at me,
once again using his hands to push against me. I let him do this,
leisurely sucking on him, but I have no intention of stopping.

When Rand walked
back here and I felt that mad rush of desire for him, I thought I
wanted him to fuck me. Yet what
we have going on right here is something far and away different from
the other times we’ve been together. It’s like we were in
black and white, but now we’re in Technicolor.

In this moment, I
realize that
I don’t care if I get off. I want him to have the best damn
blow job in the world, and I want him to remember that it’s
from me.

So instead of
releasing him as he commands, I relax my throat, open up, and pull
him in deep again. It’s
a clear message to him that I’m not stopping. I raise my eyes,
looking up at him with his cock wedged down deep inside me, and he
returns my look. His eyes are swimming with need and perhaps a
question to me as to what I want.

I answer by pulling
back before immediately sucking him down deep again. Repeating the
move, I take a quick breath in between. Then once more, and he gets
the message.

I want him to fuck
my mouth.

I know he gets this
because his hands grip me just a little harder but instead of pushing
me off, he holds me still.

Finally, his hips
start moving and Rand takes every bit of pleasure that I offer up.

He doesn’t
last long at all, shouting out my name on a backward pull before
shooting all over my tongue. I drink it down while staring up at him,
savoring the warm, salty flavor. His eyes are closed and he has the
most peaceful, blissed-out look I’ve ever seen on a man. His
hands shift so his thumbs stroke my temples.

Opening his eyes, he
looks down at me with a soft smile. “That
was unbelievable.”

“You should
have just asked me to do that to begin with,” I say with a
grin.

“I didn’t
want you to think—”

“I know…
and I get it. But I wanted to do that for my own pleasure as well.
That had nothing to do with owing you anything.”

“I’d
really love to return that favor right now,” he says as he
bends over and helps me off my knees.

Shaking my head, I
step away and give him room to exit the tub. “We
have dinner to eat first. After that, you can have your way with me.”

Reaching over to the
towel rod, I grab the one I know is Rand’s
and toss it to him. He catches it and starts to dry off. When I turn
to walk out of the bathroom, he says, “Cat.”

I look over my
shoulder at him. “It’s
going to be another all-nighter, just so you know.”

Oh, God…
I squeeze my legs together to alleviate the ache that just formed.

Maybe we don’t
need to eat dinner just yet.

Rand

“Damn, this is
good,” I say before taking another bite of meatloaf.

“We should
have at least heated it up,” Cat grumbles as she takes a
tentative bite herself.

Turns out, she went
ahead and let me return the favor to her right after that fucking
unbelievable head she gave me. She appeared to weigh her options
carefully when I told her we’d
be up all night again. I could literally see the wheels turning in
her brain and imagined her balancing needs against wants.

On one hand, an
immediate and satisfying orgasm from my tongue on her clit.

On the other, cold
food that could be reheated.

She chose the
orgasm, and I, in turn, tossed her on the bed and ate her out so
thoroughly, I think she actually had two orgasms. A big one and then
a smaller one right on the heels of that when I nipped her clit with
my teeth as she was coming down. She shrieked in surprise and her
back arched off the bed, and I was so fascinated by her response, I
pressed two fingers in her wet pussy and felt the tremors of that
release from the inside. Made me start to get hard again, but I
figured we needed to eat and get some sustenance for what I had
planned for her.

So I pulled a
weak-kneed Cat from the bed and tossed her a t-shirt from one of my
drawers. After I pulled on a pair of jeans, we stumbled into the
kitchen where I fixed us up two plates. Because I was starved and
horny for her again, I didn’t
bother heating the food. The look on Cat’s face right now tells
me she’s not a fan of cold grub.

“The sooner we
eat, the sooner I can fuck you,” I tell her in a matter-of-fact
manner.

“You’re
insatiable,” she says with a grin, then pokes her fork into the
mac and cheese.

“You’re
a bad influence,” I tell her with a return smile full of
mischief, but then I feel the smile slide right off my face when I
hear my phone ringing from the bathroom where I left it with my
clothes.

Wake Up Call.

I ignore it and stab
at the meatloaf, pissed that Tarryn’s
calling me again and that she can’t take a hint. Even more
pissed that she’s ruining my hard-on.

“Do you need
to get that?” Cat asks softly.

I look up at her
with a shake of my head. “Nah.
We’re eating, and this is fabulous by the way.”

Her eyes light up
from the praise. Thankfully, the phone goes silent.

Sadly, it starts
ringing again.

Wake Up Call.

I lock my jaw and
make busy work cutting up the rest of my meatloaf. Cat doesn’t
say a word.

Finally, the phone
stops ringing, but within just a few seconds, it’s
starts again with that vile song I used to love but now hate because
it reminds me about the worst of Tarryn.

“Christ,”
I mutter, dropping my fork to the plate and rubbing the bridge of my
nose in frustration.

Raising my face, I
see Cat looking at me with her head tilted and faint worry in her
eyes.

“Maybe you
should get that.”

The phone stops
ringing and for a blessed moment, I think maybe she’s
done. I even reach back for my fork, but then it starts back up
again.

“Son of a
bitch,” I curse as I push up from the table and stalk to the
bathroom where I’d left my phone before I got in the shower. I
stab at the
Accept
button and growl, “For
fuck’s sake, Tarryn.”

“I was worried
since you hadn’t called me back from this morning,” she
says in that clipped New England accent that hasn’t faded much
after living several years out west.

“Here’s
a fucking hint,” I tell her as the anger continues to rise
within me. “I didn’t call you back because I have nothing
to say to you.”

“Come on,
Rand,” she says in a soothing voice. “You don’t
really mean that. Regardless of you being angry right now, we shared
too damn much for you to just disregard me.”

Closing my eyes, I
drop my head in resignation because she is right about that. I could
never disregard Tarryn. In fact, my problem was always that I
regarded her too much. One of the reasons I tried to avoid her now
was because she always seemed to say the right thing to suck me back
in. My need to nurture and develop inherently kicking in. It makes it
hard to completely let go sometimes. It is also probably proof of why
she has a specialized ring tone to alert me to her call, so I have
the choice to talk to her or not versus just blocking her number
completely.

And as if to prove
that sentiment, she strikes fast and hard. “I’ve
started training again. Going to take a shot at the giant slalom.
There’s an event at Copper Mountain in November.”

Gritting my teeth, I
hold back the flurry of curses I want to spew at her. Instead, I
force myself to say in a calm voice, “That’s
great. I’m sure you’ll do great.”

She’s
silent a moment, but then she prods. “Could use a good coach.”

“Plenty around
this area,” I say.

“Interested in
the job?” she asks with an awkward chuckle.

“You know I’m
not, Tarryn,” I say quietly, sneaking a peek toward the
kitchen. Cat’s eating silently, her face lowered in an attempt
to give me privacy, I think, but that’s impossible in an
apartment this small.

“Come on,
Rand,” Tarryn cajoles. “No one knows my skiing better
than you. No one pushes me the way you do.”

I try hard not to
snort at that because there was a time in the not so distant past
that she hated the way I pushed at her. In fact, the way memory
serves, and according to Tarryn, I pushed so hard that she fell right
into the arms of another man.

At least that’s
the way she tried to excuse her infidelity.

My eyes flick to the
bathroom mirror, and I take a good look at myself. I’m
not the same man I was eleven years ago when I started dating Tarryn.
Not the same man I was four years ago when we broke up.

My gaze focuses in
on Cat’s
reflection at the kitchen table behind me.

Hell, I’m
not the same man I was two nights ago when I found her sleeping in
her car.

“Look Tarryn,”
I say with a firm tone as I turn and walk out of the bathroom toward
Cat, who looks up at me. “I’ve got company, so I need to
get off the phone. But if you’re looking for a training coach,
check in with Jake. He’ll hook you up.”

“But I don’t
want—”

“Sorry, but I
really have to go. Take care,” I say into the phone just before
I disconnect.

As I reach the
table, I look down at Cat… her big, brown eyes swimming with
focused curiosity.

“Ex-girlfriend…
Tarryn,” I say by way of explanation. “She has phases
where she gets lonely and reaches out to me.”

“How long did
you date?” she asks hesitantly. Possibly feeling the need to
explain her question, she adds on, “When you meet people within
the confines of The Silo, it’s sometimes hard to picture them
in real relationships.”

I laugh and sit back
down at the table, picking up my fork. Food wasn’t
getting any warmer, but I was still hungry. “Seven years.
Started when we were seventeen. We met at prep school. She was a
competitive alpine skier too.”