Life Rewired (Aspen Friends, Book 3) (11 page)

She moaned and gripped my head as my tongue lashed at her. Her body tilted into me, seeking the pleasure my mouth was giving. I found myself drifting backward no longer caring who was on top. My hands clutched her waist, bringing her down to grind against me. My knees came up and pressed against her hips, shoving at her mesh shorts to bring them off. I added a hand to the mix, tearing at the waist to slide them down her legs. Her legs tried to help, but she ended up sitting and pushing them off. Her eyes landed on mine and with one tug, she had my sweats and panties off.

I took in every silky inch of her naked skin. Her thighs were just as muscled as her arms. Her narrow waist and hips were almost as tantalizing as the rippled abs and beaded nipples. The dark brown hair at her apex was trimmed almost to the point of shaved. My fingers inched to drag through the trim to feel the addictive bristles.

Her fingers slid down the center of my chest. She followed the path of her fingers with her mouth, smooching loudly. It both tickled and drove me wild.

I stopped her mouth just before it could land home. I needed her up with me. I wanted to look into her eyes.

“I was just getting to the really good part.” She surged forward and pressed her lips to my core for a fleeting kiss.

I moaned and tugged on her shoulders. Based on that teasing touch, I knew she’d have me done in a minute if I let her continue. “Get to it later. C’mere.” I pulled her down on top of me.

Her hips dragged up against me, drawing groans from both of us. She straddled my raised thigh and slid her hand down to cup me. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth when she felt how wet she’d made me. Not one to let her have all the fun, I pulled her down onto my thigh. My smile wasn’t as subtle as hers when I discovered her excitement painting my leg.

She stroked two fingers through my swollen lips. My hips bucked up against her hand. Her body rolled with my movement, but I wouldn’t let her lift her hips. It was amazing how easy it was to anticipate her actions because I used a lot of the same moves. She wanted me to come first. I’d always wanted the same with my partners. Wonder who would win this round.

Her mouth wrapped around a nipple, sucking in and biting softly. Her fingers glided through my creases, working me into a snit when she wouldn’t hit the spot I needed them most. She looked up, pinning my gaze as her fingers finally grazed over my throbbing clit.

I let out a small cry and watched that smile appear again. I pulled on her hips, dragging them down my thigh. She bit back her cry of pleasure as she skated back up my thigh and down again.

Her gaze grew hazy when she rocked against me once more. She tilted forward to kiss me as her fingers pressed harder and dipped down. They circled, hovering, waiting. My pelvis jutted toward her. My fingers gripping her hips. Both should have been enough to let her know just how much I wanted this.

“Inside?” she asked and I felt my heart trip at the question. She guessed that I wasn’t into penetration, which I wasn’t, but with her, apparently anything goes.

I nodded because I would have embarrassed myself if I tried to say anything. Seconds later, her probing fingers pushed inside, stretching and filling, satisfying every need I had. I reached up to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers. It seemed to take forever for her to seat fully inside me. I tried to split my attention between playing with her nipples and experiencing a fullness I’d always lacked in sexual intimacy before.

“Mmm, you feel so good,” she said on a breathy moan. Her hips had taken over the rocking on my thigh. It became clear neither of us would last long. She added her thumb to my clit, tapping and twirling while keeping up a slow thrust inside.

“You feel amazing.” My voice was raspy as I held on to the climax of a lifetime. I needed my hands on her first. I continued with the assault on one nipple while I slid my other hand under her thrusting hips. She felt engorged and slick and perfect. My thumb pressed against her clit as we lunged together.

“Harder,” she coaxed.

I applied more pressure and more when she told me again. I worried that I might be pressing against her swollen, tender flesh too hard but she pressed down even more, riding my hand and thigh. It was demanding and insistent and wonderful. I stopped worrying and just went with it.

“Come, Falyn.”

“You first,” I said through a clenched jaw, knowing it wouldn’t happen. “Ah, yes, Molly!”

My orgasm smashed into me so hard I seized up every muscle, jerking and pulsing through the contractions. I pulled Molly down, gripping her to me as I heaved and shuddered beneath her.

She sped up her thrusts on my thigh. My fingers tightened on instinct. Molly jolted to a stop and groaned my name, climaxing in a majestic display of tremors and twitches.

I recovered seconds before she did. Her boneless form sprawled over me. I lightly kissed her neck and dragged my fingernails over her back. She shuddered and squirmed over me. It was almost as good as the sex she’d given me.

“Like that?” I asked.

“Hate it,” she said, squirming against my hands to recreate the fingernail drag.

I nibbled on her ear and tried to keep up the afterglow. Before she’d kissed me goodnight, she was my friend and only ever going to be my friend. Now she was sprawled out naked over me, having delivered the best sex of my life.

“Not tired anymore?” Her words breathed out over my chest where her head lay. I heard the teasing in her tone and rose to the challenge, dropping all concern about the change in our relationship for now.

“Ready for round two.” I flipped her under me before she could protest. “My turn to be on top.”

Her beautiful eyes flared and joined her smile. She was looking forward to round two as much as I was.

Molly

Not my best move pretending to be barely awake when she left. I’d hustled women out before. Sure there was a bit of the morning after awkwardness, but it was based on bedding a stranger and all the unknowns that go with that in the light of the day. This had been entirely different. Never, in all my years, had I slept with a friend. One I’d only ever thought of as a friend—well, a buddy, really, which was worse. Who sleeps with her buddy? A buddy that is not my type. A buddy that I don’t find attractive. Well, until last night.

I had to give it to her, though. She could have crept out the door without saying anything to me this morning. She left for work earlier than I did. It was the perfect excuse. With our schedules this week, we could have avoided each other for days until the awkwardness faded. Instead, she’d gently woken me to say that she had to get to work and tell me she’d had a good time. Of course, she said she had a good time when we sat around watching baseball, too.

This was seriously screwed up. I finally had a buddy in town who liked to do all the things I liked doing and had an open social schedule, and I might have blown it by sleeping with her.

But damn, the sex had been amazing. Beyond compare, actually. Who knew sleeping with another non-femme would be so off-the-charts? I’d had good sex before, even wild sex, but this was like blasting for avalanches. I expected the explosion and cascade, but I might not be able to contain it.

My phone rang as I was stretching out my overworked muscles. I silently prayed that it wasn’t Falyn, which was childish, but I really didn’t know where I wanted this to go yet. I had to figure that out before I could face my buddy. A buddy who had the cutest combination yip-moan when her right nipple was tweaked just so. I really shouldn’t know that about my buddy. Nor should I know that her breasts, a size larger than mine, were slightly upturned, permanently shaped to negate gravity.

I reached for my cell and saw my boss’s name on the screen. “Hey, Ron, what’s up?”

“I know you’re not scheduled till later, but we had a private booking and Wayne is nowhere to be found. Can you take it?”

“What kind of tour?”

“Fly fishing on Fryingpan.”

Of course, the one activity we offered that I didn’t like doing. Although, if I wanted to prolong the childishness, it would give me an excuse to be out of cell range all day. “Fine. I’ll be in soon.”

I went into my bathroom and looked for any signs that Falyn had stayed over last night. No extra towel, not discarded makeup sponge, perhaps she’d ducked out as soon as she woke up. Ah, but the shower stall was wet. That meant she’d used the shower and either dressed without drying or took the towel to my laundry room. The sheets on the sofa were probably in the washer already. She’d done that before.

I flipped on the shower and tried not to remember how much her lean body had turned me on. I’d always liked some soft flesh on my women, voluptuous or curvy, but Falyn was lean, firm perfection. My height, too, which was also off for me. I liked leaning down to kiss my women and being able to maneuver them easily onto a bed. I liked women who liked me doing that to them. Falyn was as much a top as I was. Taking turns turned out to be as thrilling as being the aggressor at all times. More so, if I were being honest.

I soaped up my torso, ducking my head under the spray. If I knew Ron, he already had the tour group in, selling them rods and full-length waders. I jerked back when my hand ventured lower. Damn, I was sore. Falyn’s concerned face floated into my vision as I remembered telling her that I needed her thigh and hand harder. I’d actually asked for it.
Harder
. I almost begged for it. I’d never pleaded for anything during sex in my life. She’d been concerned that she might hurt me. I’d been concerned that I wouldn’t climax, which happened too often with lovers. I must have been on some sort of mission because I wasn’t going to miss out on any she’d give. And she’d given four before we finally fell asleep in my bed. Hence the soreness.

I finished with the shower and went into the kitchen to make coffee. Falyn didn’t drink coffee. Random thought. Now I was thinking about non-sexual things with my formally non-sexual friend when I should be freaking about the sexual things I’d done with my non-sexual friend. But here I was thinking that I’d never met anyone until Falyn who didn’t drink coffee. She didn’t drink tea either, so I wondered where she got her caffeine. I’d have to find out. No, I wouldn’t because she was my non-sexual buddy whom I wanted to stay a buddy because I didn’t have any real buddies now that Vivian was in a relationship and Dwight was more interested in where his next client or guy would come from. Falyn had been great, and now we’d slept together because I’d stupidly given her a simple goodnight brush of the lips that had set mine on fire.

Suited up in my cargo shorts and shop polo, I grabbed my wading boots and headed down to the parking garage where I’d get my pole and waders from the storage locker. My thermos was filled with much needed caffeine. I’d stop at the quick mart for a few extra snacks. Our tours always got catered meals from Kelsey, but no snacks. Normally I had snacks, but Falyn and I had the game last night instead of hitting City Market like we sometimes did on Wednesdays after work.

My cell rang again. I cursed when I saw the display. “Hey, Tessa, what’s up?”

“I was hoping we could get lunch before your tours start today.”

My heart pumped a little harder as it usually did when I heard from Tessa. Or at least it had for the last few months since she’d broken up with that bitch. This morning, though, it didn’t feel as intense. Perhaps the guilt of sleeping with someone else when I’d been slow playing a move on Tessa was the root cause.

“Sorry, can’t do it. Ron just called me in for a private booking this morning. Rain check?”

Normally I didn’t sound like I blew people off when I talked to them. Hell, most people thought I was more intense than a CIA interrogation. Tessa probably couldn’t notice it, but I felt guilty just the same.

“Oh, okay.” She sounded really down. I’d let myself down, too.

“Everything all right?”

“Yeah, I just had a couple fire me from their house hunt because they weren’t ready to buy. It never feels good. Thought I could get you to cheer me up.”