What Caroline Wants (18 page)

“It feels so
good
, Jace.” She thrashed from side to side. “More.” Without missing a beat, he drew her up by the waist and propped a pillow under her ass. Then he spread her thighs in front of him, placing his thumb against her clit and rubbed. Having her hips higher meant his cock was hitting her in just the right spot. “Oh, yes, right there,” Caroline moaned.

“I wonder how long Pete will have to fuck Emma before she comes. He likes breasts. I bet he sucks hers while she orgasms, like this.” Jace’s mouth covered a nipple as he drove into her, pulling hard.

“Jason!” Caroline cried. She was right on the edge, and he was pounding into her so forcefully the entire bed shook.

The man was on a mission.

“Then maybe when we’re ready”—he took her other nipple into his mouth—“we’ll take a turn, and they can watch my hard cock pumping in and out of your sweet pussy. I’d love watching you explode over and over again on camera, coming hard, your abs seizing as the orgasm rocked your fucking beautiful body—”

Caroline gave way beneath him, coming in spasms around his cock. He was so sexy. She was so disoriented from the intense feelings of the orgasm she almost forgot where she was for a moment.

Once she calmed down, her husband began to move inside her again. He’d held off while she’d come. She was wet before, but she was drenched now. She panted as she lifted her head up. “You’re on fire.”

“Babe, you ignite that flame. Admitting you want to watch the Slaters have sex was like lighting a stick of dynamite. It’s beyond sexy. Now I’m going to fuck you hard until I come again.” He bent over and placed his fists on either side of her head and began to pound into her, whipping his pelvis up with every thrust.

“
Yes
,” Caroline moaned, closing her eyes, letting her head dip back over the edge of the bed again as more sensations washed over her. Everything was so raw. As Jace moved faster and their bodies slapped together, the noise reverberated around the room, heightening the experience. Jace’s muscles strained, and his biceps locked. “
Ahhh
,” she cried, her hips coming up off the bed meeting him as she came again.

Jace didn’t stop his assault. Instead, he buried his face in her neck and rammed her until he found his release a few seconds later. “
Caroline,
” he cried. “You feel so. Fucking. Good.”

Their bodies were covered in water and sweat. Caroline was incredibly happy. It took more than a few moments to come down from the high.

Jace finally rolled off of her, taking her with him, his arms closing tightly around her.

She giggled. “You were like a caveman. That was exciting.”

“Well, my Southern wife has decided to explore the great unknown. It doesn’t get much sexier than that.”

“For your sake, I hope it does.”

14

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“S
o, you’re going with the videotape thing, huh?” Piper asked between bites of her pear and goat cheese salad. They were having lunch at Caroline’s favorite café, Jaquez. It had been kind of impromptu, but sort of planned. Piper had asked Caroline to lunch this week. Caroline just hadn’t thought it was going to be
today
.

“
Um
-
hm
,” Caroline replied somewhat noncommittally as she took a convenient bite of her roasted red pepper and fontina panini. It was fabulous, one of her all-time favorites.

“You don’t have to be shy about it.” Piper set her fork down and grabbed her napkin. “I think it’s great. You get in, but you don’t get dirty. Just like the car, but a little closer—like in the same room. You need slow, Caroline. Jace was right to set this up. It’s going to be awesome, you’ll see.”

She had confessed to Piper about their upcoming date with the Slaters in an e-mail. Caroline had kept it quiet for a week, because she’d needed time to let everything sink in. “I hope so. I’m super nervous.” Caroline took another bite.

Piper waved her hand in dismissal. “Don’t be. This is going to be a cake walk. You don’t even have to get naked if you don’t want to.”

Caroline coughed, thumping her chest.

She had to stop having that reaction every time something shocked her. But old habits died hard. She leaned over the table, trying not to yell. “Piper, you need to keep your voice down. You’re giving me a heart attack. I come here all the time. I don’t want these people to know anything about me.”

Piper chuckled and met Caroline halfway over the table. “No worries. No one can hear us. That lone couple over there, five tables away, look to be over seventy. And our server is God knows where. He’s probably making out with the hostess in the supply room. We’re all clear.”

Caroline glanced around, trying to be discreet. They’d come between the breakfast and lunch rushes because this was the only time Piper could get away. It was almost eleven. “Still,” Caroline whispered. “I don’t want anyone to know my business!”

Piper held her hands up in mock surrender, then picked up her fork. “I’ll be more careful. I promise.”

Caroline took another bite of her sandwich. After she swallowed, she folded her hands in her lap and said, “I’m sorry. I know I’m overreacting. I’m still struggling with this. I want to believe I’m strong enough emotionally to handle it, but I can’t help thinking Jace and I are barreling head on into a huge, crazy mistake. But I can’t seem to put on the brakes. I want it, and I don’t. The yin and yang of committing sin.”

Piper frowned. “What you’re doing is not sinful. Do you remember what I told you the day you told me about your wonderfully erotic screw-in-the-car-fest dinner? You
are
strong enough. The bottom line was that you had a
great
time. You had amazing sex with your husband.” She’d whispered the last part, glancing around to make Caroline feel better. “You didn’t do anything nefarious that night. You watched two people through a car window. That doesn’t make you a bad person. There’s no blood on your hands. Now, if they hadn’t known you were watching…” Piper chuckled as she cocked a single eyebrow. Piper was one of the most animated people Caroline had ever met. “That would be a whole different story. But you’ve got nothing to worry about. This video thing is the perfect compromise, and I guarantee it will keep you hot for a long time. I bet the amount of times you actually have to
see
Emma and Pete in person to get a ‘refresher’”—she made air quotes, her fork still in one hand—“will be minimal. You can just pop in the video, and
voilà
, all sexed up. And like I told you a minute ago, but I’ll say it quieter this time, you don’t even need to get
naked
”—she mouthed the word—“if you don’t want to.”

“But isn’t that kind of cheating the system?” Caroline said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Aren’t the Slaters going to want us to be…I don’t know…sexy? How can they not care if they’re the only ones performing?”

“Nah,” she answered, waving a hand. “They love that stuff. Emma and Pete have always been up for anything, anytime. I don’t know how they do it.” She shook her head and forked another bite of salad. “They are the most flexible people on earth—figuratively and physically. Emma is ridiculously limber. That woman can contort her body in ways that defy gravity. Whew.” She ate the salad, and then picked up her water and took a quick gulp like she was downing a gin and tonic. “I think I’m getting a wettie just thinking about it—”

“Ladies, can I get you anything else?” the waiter asked, surprising them both.

They jumped in their seats.

“Jesus, man,” Piper said as she cleared her throat. “You must have marshmallows on the bottoms of your shoes. No, we’re fine. Thanks, though.” She waved him away, and he went without argument.

“Do you think he overheard us?” Caroline asked, covering her mouth as she began to giggle. “I’m not sure my heart can take it. I’m never going to be able to have another one of these paninis again!”

“Chill out, worry monster. If he did, all he heard me say was the word
wettie
, which I’m sure he has no idea what it means. He’s, like, twelve.”

“Piper, it’s not that hard to suss out the meaning of that word. It’s in the urban dictionary. Kids his age—who are closer to twenty than twelve—are the ones who invented that kind of slang. I’m totally embarrassed.”

“Suss out? What are you, British?” Piper peered at her friend. “And how do you know it’s in the urban dictionary? Did you do a little research?”

Caroline tried not to cough as she blushed. “Yes, I did.” It was hard to admit it, but she confessed, “The first time you used it, I had no idea what it meant. So I had to look it up.”

Piper tipped her head back and chortled. “Well, the word is pretty self-explanatory, if you ask me. Girls don’t get hard, they get wet. Therefore, they get a wettie when they get turned on. It’s the only real equivalent to a male hard-on we have.”

“Yes, but I thought a wettie was when someone licks their finger and sticks it in someone else’s ear. That’s what I always thought it meant.”

Piper began to belly laugh, her head bobbing forward, a palm slapping the table. “Oh…oh, you slay me, Caroline! And I love you for it. I really do. That’s a
wet willy
!” Once she calmed down, she added, “I wish I could remember that conversation. You must have thought I was a libertine at the time.”

Caroline laughed with her. “Well, actually I did. We’d just met, and when I looked it up, I was shocked that you’d said something so personal to me so soon after we’d been introduced.”

“It was probably a good thing it happened that away. Then you had to make a decision to like me or leave me. I must’ve been like sandpaper scratching against your dignity.” She hooted with laughter. “Or a brazen slap against your proper cheek.”

“Actually, once I got over my initial shock, I enjoyed it. I found you…refreshing. In college, I could’ve sought out girls like you if I’d tried. But I didn’t. I stayed in my comfort zone, sticking with Southern girls—as you refer to them—even though I was dating a decidedly Yankee boy. Coming to Madison has really been one of the best things I’ve ever done, next to marrying Jason. It’s really let me find the
real
me, and surprisingly, I’m not a proper Southern belle.”

Piper reached over and patted Caroline’s hand. “You
are
a Southern belle—but in the best way possible. You’re a free-spirited, forward-thinking, not-afraid-of-change Southern belle. I think those are the very best kind in the whole wide world.”

Caroline smiled at her best friend. “I hope you’re right, because this Southern girl is going to need all the help she can get to make it through Saturday night without swooning.”

* * *

Caroline was still in the bathroom.

Jace glanced at his watch.

It was eight thirty, and at this rate, they were going to be late. Emma and Pete lived in a suburb of Madison at least twenty minutes away. They were supposed to be at their house by nine.

But Jace wasn’t going to push it.

He’d been psyched when Caroline had come home from her lunch with Piper on Thursday happy and ready to keep their date with the Slaters. But this morning she’d awoken to some trepidation, which hadn’t been surprising. He’d had some, too, but ultimately, he was willing to see where the night took them.

Jace had told Caroline that once they arrived at Emma and Pete’s they could leave any time and she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to. He’d told Pete that as well.

Everyone was in agreement.

Now he just had to deliver Caroline to their doorstep.

After another minute or two, he walked to the edge of the staircase and called up. “Are you ready, Care? We have to leave soon or we’re going to be late. I know you hate being late.”

“I do,” Caroline said as she emerged at the top of the stairs. “It’s rude. But in this case, I believe the timing is a bit flexible. Don’t you think?”

Jace smiled up at his wife. “I agree. It’s so flexible we don’t even have to go if you don’t want to. Rescheduling would be a snap.” To illustrate his point, he snapped his fingers. He didn’t want to force his wife into anything.

She started down the stairs, her heels clicking as she went. They were a pair of his favorite sandals, strappy and sexy. “Believe me, I considered that today many times,” she said. “But in the end, that only staves off the inevitable. We’re both too curious not to meet them. I’m horny, and I don’t want to wait any longer. Let’s just go and play it by ear. If we like it, we stay. If we don’t, we go.”

“That sounds very logical to me.” Jace chuckled. “Are you sure you’re feeling all right? What have you done with my wife?” he joked as he held out his hand. She took it. “You look gorgeous.”

She glanced down at her outfit. “I decided to go casual. Do you think I should’ve dressed up more?”

“Not at all. I love that shirt on you. The blue brings out the color in your eyes.” His wife had the prettiest blue eyes, and she always looked fantastic in her skinny jeans.

Before she could change her mind, he led her to the back door.

Just as his hand hit the doorknob, she tugged his arm, and he stopped. “Jason, I want you to promise me one thing. We can leave at any time, right? I need to hear you say it one more time. The panic is starting to flutter up in my chest, and we’re not even in the car.”

He turned and pulled her close, closing his arms around her waist. There was no mistaking her anxiety. He was proud of her for trying to muscle through it. “Of course. I told Pete that, too. We’re all set. If you’re uncomfortable, we leave.”