Exposed: New Adult Sport Romance (The Boys of Winter Book 5) (12 page)

And then I tap out a message to Trevor again. “Not sure, I’ll text you when I know.”

Trevor replies. “I had a dream about you. Do you remember how I used to lick your pussy until you squirmed?”

Holy crap, he’s sexting me like high school. Oh, God, I’m not sure I’m ready for this. I text out replies about his tongue, but none of them feel right to send, so I go simple. “Yeah.”

“I was licking you slowly until you purred, and then I drove my tongue into you, and you came. You tasted so good and I lapped it all up like it was honey.”

Wow, his words aren’t as crass as they used to be, and it’s making me want to touch myself. I get a little braver and text back. “I remember how your hair felt in my hands when you did that. You drove me crazy.”

“Still can.”

Oh, goodness. So much for slow. I slide a hand down my pajama pants as I text back. “I bet.”

“I’m thinking about your kisses right now. The ones that would travel down my body until you reached my cock.”

“I’m thinking about that cock.” I can’t believe I’m doing this. After all these years, Trevor is still the one I fantasize about. I rub my clit and imagine his hard length in me.

“Your soft lips are on it now and you just licked the tip tasting a little of my cum.” I snort because he used to beg for me to swallow. Nice try.

I decide to move past his fantasy and on to mine. “I’m imagining you inside me, over me, and looking into my eyes as you move.”

“I’m doing that, baby. I’m sliding in and out slowly and driving you insane. You want me to go faster, but I’m making it last.”

I slip two fingers into my slit and find the rough spot that sends me into the next galaxy. Rubbing it slowly, I text back with my other hand. “I’m so close, faster.”

I increase the speed of my rubbing as my stomach muscles flex and quiver. My breathing quickens as I forget about my phone and focus on my pleasure. I let myself cry out when I reach my climax, and with trembling fingers I reach for my phone.

Trevor’s text says, “Are you fingering yourself? Rub that clit and imagine it’s my mouth, lapping at you, while I fuck you with my fingers at the same time.”

Then a minute later another reads, “I just squirted for you, baby. I was in your tight pussy. So warm, so good.”

Yeah. Sex for us was good. Trevor always wanted to try new things, and he would strut like a peacock when he made me come more than once. A tiny aftershock shudders through me, and I text back. “So good, baby. You’re still so good.”

“Text me when you’re free. I’ve got to get ready for work.”

“Me too.” I started to text “Love you” but stopped myself. It would be easy to slide back into our old ways. I stand to go shower and get ready to meet Neal in a half hour.

As the hot spray splashes over my body, my nipples are hard with leftover desire. Soaping myself up, tiny bolts of electricity race to my core each time I flick over my breasts. Yeah, I’m going there again.

Reaching down between my legs I move fingers inside myself and close my eyes. Leaning against the wall for balance I imagine kissing plump lips and caressing a hard chest. Blue eyes gaze down at me as I envision him entering me with his large cock. I gasp as I get closer. “Neal.”

Wait. It’s Neal I’m picturing, but I’m so close I let myself come before I give it much thought. As I tremble under the warm spray I freak out a little. I just fantasized about Neal instead of Trevor? Wow, I’m one messed-up chick. I hurry to get ready for Neal.

I finish up my mascara just as Neal’s car door slams, and I grab my coat and purse to get outside before he has to knock. He smiles at me. “How are you feeling?”

Confused. I just had an orgasm over the phone with Trevor and then one in the shower with you. “Great. No headache.”

“You were a fun drunk.” He opens his door for me, and the seat leather is cold under my thighs when I get in.

After he shuts his door I say, “Yeah I get kind of chatty. I hope I wasn’t too much of a handful.”

Neal turns the key, and the engine roars to life. “Nope, I found you entertaining, and I liked getting to know a little more about what goes on under all that hair.”

I smirk at his grin. I’ll bet you would, considering what I was just thinking about you less than a half hour ago. “I think you liked that I called you sexy.”

He chuckles as he backs out of my driveway. “Yeah, I liked that, too.”

Feeling bold after my morning of sexting I say, “I’ll say it sober too. You’re hot. But I think you already knew that. Your reputation precedes you.”

“My reputation? What have you heard?”

“Oh, I was warned off you by a few friends. Seems you were a player, but Nika assures me that was in the past.” And that is exactly why I can’t pursue a relationship with you, Neal Morgan.

“Really?” He cuts his eyes at me, but they’re crinkled in silent laughter. “I’m surprised you took a chance with me, knowing all that.”

“You dazzled me with your brain, not your body.”

He reaches over and tweaks my knee, making me flinch. “Sounds like I’m the perfect package for you.”

I frown because I think I just went too far and can’t come up with a clever reply. “You’re the perfect package for someone, and she’ll be lucky to find you.”

Neal nods as his smile fades. I’m afraid I’ve said the wrong thing so I move on. “The silks are still in transit, and we’ll probably finish sewing today.”

“When are they supposed to arrive, Friday?” His eyes glance at his rearview mirror.

“Yeah, if all goes as planned, but that means for at least two days I won’t have much to do. Are there store fixtures to assemble yet?”

Neal nods. “Yes. Most of them have arrived. But you’ll want help; they’re probably not a one-person job.”

I wonder if Elaina, Lisa, and Garret would be up for that and will have to ask them later. “Okay, good to know. I’ll go check things out this morning before I go back home.”

“I’ll walk through with you. The guys should be done in a day or two.”

“Wow, if not for the clothes, we could open early.”

“We could. Would you have enough ready for a week early?”

I recall the bare minimum for inventory and determine that we’d be fine. “I think so. I’m sure the girls I hired as sales clerks wouldn’t mind starting a week early either. I’ll contact them. But I’ll have to quit Rhinestone Cowgirl completely.”

“Good. I’ve been waiting for you to be ready to do that. I’ve already built a salary into the budget for you. So let’s make a tentative plan and I’ll adjust our timeline. The sooner we open, the sooner we start to see money.”

“Money would be good, wouldn’t it?” I smooth out my skirt, and the fabric is a little rough under my palms. Adding a salary for me makes me more of a burden. I continue to rub my thighs as I think about how much things have cost and that it’s been Neal paying the bills.

His hand reaches over to take one of mine. “You’re fidgeting, and that tells me you’re uncomfortable. Is it finances?”

“Yeah, I know you were aware how much things would cost, but I still find it awkward. It’s like I’m not doing my part.”

Neal turns into the parking lot. “Don’t. This is how partners work. We both bring what we’ve got to the table.”

He parks the car and turns off the engine. The silence seems to intensify his gaze. “It’s just like relationships, Ruby. We offer each other our best, and share the journey.” He holds his palm out to me.

I place my hand in his as I smile and wonder how it is I was lucky enough to find this man. “Thank you, I can’t think of a better person to be sharing this with.”

Chapter 18

I
smile at the music blaring from my small house as I approach the door. Everyone is here, and I hope they’re close to being done, because I have celebratory champagne thanks to Neal’s suggestion, and shop. Of course, Neal being who he is, I have two bottles. One for today and one for me to enjoy on my own, though I think he may have been hinting he’d like to be here with me when I open the second bottle. His ego must have liked last night, and he probably wants to repeat it.

I decide to leave the alcohol in my car and keep it a surprise. I push open the door, and Garret notices me first. He yells, “We’re down to the last pieces, boss!”

The music lowers as Lisa turns it down. “We each have one more project after we finish what’s on the machines.”

“I want to talk to you all about that.” Quiet settles over the room as everyone stops working. “You guys are amazing. Thank you so much for exceeding my expectations.” I scan the happy faces. “As you know, we’re being held up by the silks. They won’t be here until Friday at the earliest, and that means you’ll have a couple days off.”

Garret says, “Woot!”

“I can’t believe none of you have taken a whole day off since we started. You’re crazy, and I love you for it.” I drop my coat on the couch and decide I can’t ask any of them to help with the clothing racks and displays. Maybe I can get Kaleb or Nick, my friends’ boyfriends, to help me out.

Elaina says, “You’re pretty crazy, too. Every morning I feel like Cinderella’s mice have been here when I see new clothes hanging.”

I snort as I walk over toward Lisa’s table. “Yeah, I tend to sew in the middle of the night or early morning.” I squat down to pick up scraps under her workstation. “I have a surprise for you when you’re all finished. So.” I stand and clap my hands as I grin. “Get to it!”

I turn up the music and continue to clean up around them as they sew. When I’m done I retrieve the two bottles of champagne from my car. I sneak into the kitchen and put one in the refrigerator. The cabinet clicks open, and I pull out the four wine glasses I own. They clink lightly on the counter when I set them down.

Garret finishes his work first, and when he notices what I’m up to, I hold a finger to my lips. He winks at me as long arms stretch above his head.

Lisa finishes next and can’t keep the secret. She’s recognized what I brought because she sells it for Neal at the Wine and Cheese Shop. “Elaina, hurry up! Ruby brought champagne, and I know the bottle. It’s the good stuff.”

Elaina chortles but keeps her head down, intent on her sewing. Wheels roar across my floor as I take the opportunity to pull out the rolling racks so we can all get a visual of what’s been accomplished.

Elaina’s machine stops, and she throws her hands up in the air. “Done!”

Garret grabs the bottle, and the cork pops as he opens it. Lisa hits his arm and yanks it out of his hand just as foam threatens to spill over. She mumbles, “Amateur.” And pours it in a tilted glass.

When all the glasses are full we raise them in a toast, and I say, “To the best employees ever.” Bubbles dance on my tongue when I sip. It is good champagne, and I decide I don’t want to know how much it cost.

Garret raises his glass and says, “To the best boss ever!”

We all drink again, and I determine we need to make sure Neal is part of this. I pull out my phone and FaceTime him. “We need to toast Neal, too.”

When he answers we all squeeze into the frame and do our best to raise glasses to him. “To the best bosses ever!”

He’s laughing when Lisa says, “Thanks for sending my favorite champagne.”

“You’re welcome. Enjoy it, guys.” Neal waves good-bye as they leave just me on the call.

I say, “Nice idea, it’s clearly a hit.”

“Great. Now don’t drink too much, I’m not there to keep you safe.”

I grin at him. “I’ll be good, promise. Bye.”

My phone clicks as I turn it off, and an evil thought occurs to me. I turn it back on and text Trevor. “I’m home, done with work for a few days and drinking champagne. Busy?”

His reply comes back quickly. “You drinking? I’ll be right there. Where do you live?”

I text him my address and recall the reason he likes it when I drink. I lose my shyness and things such as we described over texts earlier used to happen. While I don’t plan on going that far yet, my body is definitely craving a little making out.

I spend time chatting away with the group as we finish off our champagne. By the time they leave I’m expecting Trevor any minute. Suddenly nervous, I make myself busy cleaning up the kitchen.

With very little work to do over the next couple of days I’m not sure what I’ll do with myself. Perhaps this is the perfect time to reconnect with Trevor and see if we still have something. The thought puts a smile on my face that stays when the sound of a car in my driveway tells me he’s arrived.

I open my door in time to watch his long legs as he saunters toward me. His dark blond hair is messy, and my fingers long to hold it as I recall what I pictured this morning. Yeah, making out is definitely part of my plan for this guy.

Trevor says, “Cute place.”

I let him inside. “Thanks.”

“Whoa.” He stops after walking through the door and surveys the work area. “You’ve been busy.”

“Uh-huh. Want me to show you my lines?”

Trevor steps close to me and holds my face between his hands. His fingers are warm on my jaw, and the idea of anything but him has left my mind. He says, “Yes, but first I want to kiss you. Is that okay?”

I nod, and his lips touch mine. He knows me well, and it’s gentle at first. But as I lean against him with desire, his mouth nips at me, and his tongue dances with mine.