What Caroline Wants (4 page)

Caroline cocked her head up at him and gave him a sloppy smile. “Only three. But we drank them over a very long period of time. Hours.” God, she was gorgeous, even drunk on wine at four in the afternoon. “You’ll also be happy to know I am now much more educated about sex than I was before, thanks to my best friend, Piper. She’s been around the block
way
more times than me and has filled me in on
everything
.” She leaned toward him in her chair, putting her hand in a half-hearted arc around her mouth to whisper, “And good grief! There’s so much we’ve been missing out on!”

Jace didn’t think his eyebrows could get any higher. “Missing out? I think we’ve covered quite a bit. You don’t have anything to worry about. How about we get you up to bed? You look a little tired.” Drunk.

“I’m not tired, Jason. I’m horny! I’m wasted, and all we’ve talked about all damn day is penetration, sucking, fucking, fingering—”

“Okay, babe!” Jace knelt in front of his wife. “I need you to stop while you’re ahead. I know you, and you’re going to regret saying so much right now in front of company. So how about I take you upstairs, and Piper can let herself out? You’re going to need at least twenty-four hours to sleep this off.”

“Jace, I’m not that drunk. I mean, yes, I
am
drunk, but not blackout wasted. And I’m not lying. From what Piper’s been telling me, we’ve been missing out on lots of stuff, and I want to try it.” Her smiled widened, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief, which made him want to kiss her soundly.

“We can try it as soon as we go upstairs. I promise.” Jace reached out to help her up. “Just come with me.”

“No, I want to try it now,” she said coyly, dodging his grip by settling back in her seat, while glancing over at Piper and waggling her eyebrows.

Piper snorted. “I told you, this is probably not the lifestyle for you. Your thing, from what I’m gathering, is look, don’t touch.”

“No,” Caroline argued, “you look, but don’t touch. Right now.” This was making no sense to Jace, but before he could stop his wife, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it across the kitchen.

She was wearing one of his favorite bras.

It was a lacy see-through pink demi bra he’d given her as a gift. It came with lacy pink thigh-highs and a rose-colored garter, if he remembered correctly. “Caroline, please,” he pleaded. “Let’s talk about this first. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret later. I know I was the one who brought it up this morning, but honestly, I was just trying to get you hot and bothered, which totally worked in my favor,” he pointed out. “You’re all I need. You don’t want to do this.”

“You’re all I need, too. But right now, I want you to suck me, and I want Piper to watch. But she’s only going to watch.” Caroline glanced over at Piper and squinted her eyes. “You’re only going to watch, right?”

“Yes, I’ll watch for a total of three seconds,” Piper answered, holding up three fingers. Her hand wavered in the air. “Then I’m leaving. Remember what I said. If you’re interested in this kind of life, you have to take it slow. Baby steps. Cute, little baby steps.”

“Yes,” Caroline agreed. “Baby steps to sexual fulfillment. Works every time.” Then they both burst out laughing. Once Caroline was done with her fit of mirth, she met Jace’s questioning look. “I guess you had to be there.”

“I guess so,” Jace said, still on his knees in front of his wife. “Care, please don’t do anything you’re going to be too guilt-ridden about later. You’ve battled enough bad feelings in the past. You don’t need any fresh angst.”

She leaned over and set her hands lovingly along the sides of his face, caressing his cheeks as she leaned in to kiss him. She tasted like wine, but the kiss was meant to ignite a flame. It was deep and sensual, and his cock jumped instantly, without his total permission. As she sealed her mouth over his, pushing her tongue deep, she moaned into his lips. When she finally broke the kiss and eased back, he was in. She said, “It’s okay, my love. I’m ready for baby steps. And I’m
so
incredibly turned on. I want you to do this right now. In front of Piper.”

He glanced over at Piper. She was an attractive woman, tall and curvy, but not his type. He was surprised to see the heated look in her eyes. But, from what he could ascertain, it wasn’t directed at him, nor was it directed at his wife. Piper was in her own little world and Michael would be getting a nice surprise tonight.

Jace directed his gaze back to his wife.

She lightly directed his face toward her chest. He nodded and smiled. “Okay, Caroline, I’ll play. I’m always up for a game. I’ll give you what you want, but only up to a point. How bad do you want to feel my mouth on you? You’re going to have to tell me if you want to join this party.”

He was rock hard.

His wife moaned, urging him forward by pressing her fingers against the back his neck. He slowly peeled the flimsy bra material down around one breast to reveal her hard peak. Her breath sped up in anticipation of his mouth. He obliged, running his tongue around her nipple, laving her.

Again and again.

Big, wet strokes over her silken bud. He wanted her to tell him, like she had this morning, what she really wanted.

Her hands clinched around his head, drawing him closer. “More,” she whispered. “
Please
.”

“How bad do you want me, Caroline?” He took the sensitive nub between his teeth, pulling and sucking, sliding his hand under her breast to get a better angle and guide it into his hungry mouth.

“Oh!” she cried. “Yes, please, Jace, I want it so bad! Then I want you to lay me over this table and fuck me from behind.”

He groaned against her silky skin, his cock throbbing into the seam of his jeans. She’d blindsided him again with her words, showing him how incredibly turned on she was. He stood, hauling her out of the chair with both hands, grabbing her ass, cupping her bottom and squeezing, grinding her against his erection. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, until his beautiful wife screamed in ecstasy.

He knew that yell.

She was close and he wasn’t nearly ready.

In one motion, he turned her and bent her over the table.

He swept his arm, clearing a space for them, ignoring everything as it crashed to the ground. Piper had slipped away not more than a few seconds in, just as she’d promised. He was relieved. Jace couldn’t decide if it had turned him on to have her watch their very brief interlude or not, but having her there for a tiny bit of foreplay was one thing—this was another matter altogether.

He was going to take his wife hard over this table, just as she demanded, and it would stay between them.

“Jace, please hurry,” Caroline cried out.

He stripped her pants over her ass in one motion. She wore a tiny thong, and he took a moment to enjoy seeing the pink nestled against her beautiful backside. She was so sexy, and most of the time she had no frigging idea.

She wiggled her ass at him, and he grabbed the thong and whipped it down, tugging everything to her ankles. Once her pants and underwear were down, she kicked them aside. “Caroline, lift your right leg and set it on the rung of this chair.” He hooked the chair with his foot and positioned it so she could use it. “I want you wide open.”

She did as she was bid. “Jace, I need you inside me yesterday.”

“I know, babe, and you’re going to get it soon. I promise.” He brought his hands to her cheeks and spread them so he could see all of her. He sighed. Then he circled a finger through her wetness and slipped it in. She gasped and clenched around him immediately.

She was so close.

Without wasting another second, he unbuckled and unzipped, pushing his jeans down past his hips, then took his cock in hand and drove himself deep. “
Ahhh
, you’re so wet.” His jaw clenched. “And so tight from this angle.” He began to thrust.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes.
Faster
. I need it hard, Jace. I need you to fuck me harder.”

He grabbed on to her hips and did as she asked, whipping her toward him as he pounded into her again and again, the motions frantic and frenetic. The table rocked back and forth, and the rest of the dishes and food clattered to the floor.

She cried out. He could see her knuckles white against the edges of the table. “I need more,” she cried. “Put your finger…in there.”

He knew were “there” was without asking.

He angled his thumb over her beautiful ass and pressed it into the opening without breaking his rhythm. It didn’t get more than half an inch in, and she broke apart beneath him. He yelled as her tightness clenched around his cock so hard it triggered him into spilling.

He knew it was, bar none, one of the biggest orgasms she’d ever had.

He continued rocking into her, coming just as hard.

3

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T
he light was too bright.

“
Argh
,” Caroline sputtered as she draped a forearm across her eyes. She could effectively block the light out, but she couldn’t block the pounding wine headache attacking her on every level. “How did it get so light in here?” She turned on her side and winced as she tried to focus on the clock.

The sound of Jace’s laughter came from the doorway. “It’s light because it’s one o’clock in the afternoon, princess.”

Caroline struggled to sit up, and then moaned, collapsing back on the pillows. “Wait.” She rested her arm back over her eyes. “Why are you home? Isn’t this a workday?”

He strode to the edge of the bed and sat, causing the mattress to dip. “It is, but I’m working from home today. You were so out of it last night, I wanted to make sure you were okay when you woke up. Do you remember what happened?” His voice was gentle, like he was trying not to spook her.

Caroline moved her arm and blinked up at her husband, and after a moment, she gave him a tentative smile. “Yes. I remember.”

Jace’s face was a mask of relief, his shoulders instantly relaxing. “Okay, well, that’s great, because trying to explain it to you was going to be tricky. So how do you feel? And just so you know, I’m okay with it”—he held up his hands—“and I really want you to be too.”

Aside from the I’m-going-straight-to-hell mantra running at top speed inside her brain, like it usually did, she wasn’t sure how she felt about it yet. Caroline yawned and squinted around the room, trying to force her eyes to adjust to the light. “The only thing I’m sure about right now is that I need coffee.”

“I have a pot made. I’ll get you a cup.”

“Thanks, babe,” she muttered into the pillow as she turned over and buried her face in it.

How did she feel? That was the question of the hour.

She remembered everything.

Every single detail Piper had told her about sex, getting drunk, feeling restless and horny, Jace coming home early, them going at it, and then Jace carrying her up to bed. She’d definitely thought asking Piper to watch them was a damn good idea at the time. But Piper had warned Caroline that she would feel crushing guilt after she participated in an…event.

What
did
one call it? A sexual act? An indiscretion?

Piper had also told her she would need recovery time.

And last night definitely counted as an “event” in Caroline’s mind, even if it was a tiny one. Piper had outlined the steps, and if Caroline remembered correctly, Piper had told her she’d feel guilt, worry, and then an eventual acceptance—
if
she decided to be okay with it. If not, there would be more guilt, followed by anger and embarrassment.

Caroline was pretty sure she’d gone straight to embarrassment.

“Oh my God. We’re going to have to move.” She turned over and buried her face in her hands as Jace entered the room with her coffee.

“What was that?” The cup clinked against the saucer as he walked.

“Jace, I love this house.” Caroline tossed her pillow onto the floor in disgust. “We can’t move!”

“What are you talking about? We’re not moving, so don’t worry about it.” He stood next to the bed, looking confused.

“Piper…and Michael both know I’m a sex junky now. It’s so embarrassing! I acted like a total harlot. Like a drunk, unstable addict. The only thing left for us to do is move far—somewhere far, far away.”

“Care, harlots went out of fashion in the thirties, so I think you’re safe on that point. And we’re not moving. We searched long and hard for this house, and we’ve poured our blood, sweat, and tears into it—not to mention lots of dollars. We’re staying put. What happened yesterday afternoon is just beginning to sink in. You’ll get past it. You just need to give it time.”

“Fine, I’m a slut then. I acted like a slut.” Ignoring his soothing words, she picked up another pillow, this one made of down, and collapsed back on the bed, molding it over her face, crossing her elbows over the top.

“Caroline, come on. Take the coffee. After it hits your system, you’ll feel much better. You’re not a slut, and what we did yesterday was exciting. You wanted to try something new, and to tell you the truth, I kind of liked it.”

Caroline lowered the pillow, her eyes peeking over the top. “You
liked
it?”

“Yeah, sort of. I absolutely loved that you were so turned on. You can’t manufacture that kind of heat, and you were at hot lava. I had you over the kitchen table, which I don’t have to tell you was a first for us. I have no idea why we’ve never tried it before, because it was extremely sexy. We broke a lot of crap, but it was worth it.”