And fuck all if he didn’t want to go in there and shove his way into the shower. Roll on a quick condom, brace her hands against the tile wall, and fuck her all over again. His cock twitched in response at the thought, and he brushed his hand down the front of his pants, then stopped.
And if he did that, she’d think he was a fucking psycho pervert that couldn’t keep his hands off of her. He’d scare her off, jumping her every time she turned around. She deserved to have a goddamn shower in peace, didn’t she? Christ, he was a Neanderthal. He ran a hand down his face and groaned.
She just wanted to borrow his shower. She hadn’t indicated that she wanted more sex. Hell, he’d more or less pressed it on her this morning. If he jumped her now she’d think he constantly walked around with a goddamn boner.
He’d control himself. He’d let her shower, clean up, change into something warm, and then he’d go and shower, too.
And then he’d jerk off to the thought of her soaping up the slick lips of her pussy, of her fingers skimming over her breasts.
He was going to take a nice, long shower.
SEVEN
When he came out of the shower, she sat curled up on the center of his bed, dressed in one of his T-shirts, her legs tucked against her chest. Her wet hair tumbled over her shoulders and her face was scrubbed pink and clean. “I borrowed some clothes. I hope that’s okay.”
“Fine with me.” He’d have been fine with her remaining naked, too. He stood there for a moment, towel wrapped around his hips, and glanced at the neat stack of clothes she’d placed on the vanity for him. “Thanks.”
Beth Ann gave a shy little smile, reminding him a bit of a skittish colt. “Least I can do.”
He took the clothes and moved back into the bathroom to change, lest he alarm her by dropping his towel. It was too warm in the small cabin for a shirt, so he skipped it and pulled on briefs and a pair of pajama pants instead. Odd that she hadn’t picked out jeans for him.
Odd that she hadn’t taken the pants for herself.
He reemerged from the bathroom and found her leaning into his fridge. Her shirt—his shirt—had ridden up, revealing her curvy ass cupped in a pair of his briefs. They were a little tight over her rounded buttocks. He approved of that. “Hungry?”
She jerked up at his voice and gave him a sheepish look. “Starving. Your fridge doesn’t have much.”
That was because he normally didn’t eat in. “Suppose I’d better drive you home, then.”
She bit her lip.
“What?”
Beth Ann gestured to the bottle on the counter, then sauntered toward him, running her fingers down over his chest in a blatant gesture. “I kinda hate to get drunk for the first time all by myself.”
“You propositioning me?”
She looked up at him, tilted her head. “Maybe.”
His hands slid to her hips, grasped her ass, and pulled her tight against him so she could feel the erection that was returning even though he’d stroked one out in the shower. “Now’s not the time to be shy.”
Her thumbs brushed over his nipples and she bit her lip again. “I just thought, you know…I don’t have anywhere to be until tomorrow. And even then, it’s my day off. If you’re not busy…”
Damn but she was having a hard time spitting out what she wanted. He decided to supply her with the question. “You mean, if I’m not busy, could I please toss you down on the bed and lick you until you scream my name?”
Her jaw dropped a little.
“Again?” he reminded her. “Repeat of last night?”
Her eyes gleamed and she grinned, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning in to lick his tattoo. “Something like that.”
Well hell yes, he was all about that. “Anyone going to be missing you tonight if I keep you here and fuck the daylights out of you?”
She sighed and lay her head against his chest, her fingers trailing up and down his back in ticklish motions. She was a cuddler. He liked that. More opportunity to press her body against him. “I guess I should check my messages.”
“Me, too.”
She reluctantly pulled from his arms and crossed the room to where she’d left her tiny purse. “It didn’t have service out in the woods, so I’m not sure if it’ll have service here.” She pulled it out of the purse and water dripped from it. She wiped the screen with a finger, then sighed and dropped it back into her purse. “Or I could need to replace it entirely.”
He gestured at the phone hanging on the wall. “Use mine.”
She smiled at him, then picked up the phone and dialed her voicemail. He watched her face as she listened to the first message. Was she going to hear something that was going to take her away for the evening? Admit it was a mistake?
He wanted to rip the phone out of her hand and throw her back down on his bed and kiss the daylights out of her.
But all she did was wince as she listened, her head cocked. “One of my Saturday appointments called. She’s pissed. Guess I’m going to have to squeeze her in on Tuesday when I open again.” She tapped a button on the phone, deleting the message, then listened to the next. “Another client.” Tap. “Another.” Tap.
When she got to the next message, her demeanor changed and she hastily deleted the message as soon as the loud voice on the other end started to talk. She hung up the phone.
“Another client?” he asked, even though it wasn’t his damn business.
“Allan,” she said shortly, and offered nothing else.
“Your parents ain’t much worried about you, are they?” She’d disappeared for the weekend and they hadn’t even bothered to call? Pricks.
She shrugged. “They probably think I’m hiding from them at the salon again.” Her gaze slid to her ruined dress and her purse, and he could almost see the thoughts turning in her head.
She should leave. Go back to reality. Say goodbye to her one-night stand. Be the responsible, upstanding Beth Ann everyone thought she was.
“You want to order pizza?” he found himself volunteering.
A smile lit her face. “Does that go well with cheap rum?”
“Absolutely.” He grinned.
“You’ve got to actually get the quarter into the shot glass,” Colt pointed out.
Beth Ann giggled and tried to bounce it across his table again. The quarter smacked into the wall. “Do I get to drink now?”
“Not exactly,” he said, trying not to smile as she stood up and trotted across the room to get the only quarter they had between the two of them. When she bent over, her luscious ass looked damn hot in his briefs. She eyed the quarter, then eyed the glass again.
“Maybe we’d better take a break on the drinking games,” he told her, grabbing the shot and swigging it down so she wouldn’t drink it.
She pouted up at him, sticking out her lower lip like a child. “Cheater.”
“You’ve had enough to drink, darlin’.” She was giggling at everything. It was incredibly cute, but he could tell she was drunk. When she walked, she weaved.
And judging from the way her face was lit up, she was having a grand time, too. He’d only drank a little of the alcohol, more to keep her company than to get drunk himself. He had a feeling that if they were both drunk, well…he didn’t want to scare her off. Drunken declarations tended to do that.
“You know what would be fun?”
“What?”
“We should go skinny dipping,” she said, smiling at him as she moved to sit back down in his lap. She’d been sitting there to play quarters, oblivious to the hard on that had been killing him for the past few hours. But she was drunk, and he wasn’t going to take advantage of that. If she wanted him, he wanted her to want him while sober. Not when plastered on cheap-ass rum.
“You want to?” She looked at him expectantly, her eyelids heavy with drunkenness. “We could get naked together and slip and slide against each other like fishes. It’d be fun. I’ve never been skinny dipping.”
“Not tonight,” he said.
Damn. “You should probably drink a glass of water and sleep this off so you don’t have a headache in the morning.”
“Oh, Colt,” she said, slapping his bare chest. “You’re so silly.”
“Silly,” he agreed, then grabbed her by the ass and stood up, cradling her against him. Her arms latched around his neck and she cuddled close. One hand pulled his dog tags, and her mouth was suddenly on his neck, hot and wet. And fuck if his cock didn’t jerk in response.
“Time for you to go to bed, Beth Ann,” he said, laying her down on top of the blankets.
She rolled her eyes at him but when he lay her down, she grabbed his pillow and hugged it close. “I’m only a little tired.”
He went to the sink, got a glass of water, and then returned to her. “Drink this first.”
She drank it and immediately lay back down. He put the glass back on the counter and glanced over at his chair. Seemed like a good a place as any to spend the night.
Beth Ann patted the bed. “Come lay beside me?”
“You need to sleep—”
“I will,” she said quickly. “If you come lay next to me.”
Colt knew he should tell her no, but she looked sweet and soft and inviting. He lay on the side of the bed and she immediately snuggled up alongside him. He wrapped a loose arm around her and was absurdly pleased with her sigh of contentment.
“Get some sleep,” he murmured.
“Aye, aye, Captain,” she muttered.
He smiled as he lay back and closed his eyes. He was tired, too, even if he didn’t like to admit it. His knee throbbed a little and felt tight, but he could work that out in the morning. The few shots he’d had weren’t enough to send him under, but it definitely made him tired. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep himself.
He woke up a short time later and stared into the darkness, disoriented. What—
A hot, wet mouth closed over the head of his cock. Need unfurled within him, and he groaned, a mixture of frustration and desire. “Beth Ann.”
Her fingers tickled his balls, grazing over them, and her mouth continued to suck, her tongue running under the head of his cock. Oh fuck, that was good. Oh fuck, a drunk woman was giving him head. Not good.
“Beth Ann,” he said again, firmly, and tried to push her away.
Her mouth slid over the head of his cock, pressing light kisses there and he nearly lost control as she licked the shaft. “You are so thick, Colt. God, I love that. Wanted to know how it felt in my mouth.”
“You can figure that out in the morning, darlin’, when you’re sober.” He pulled at her, trying to tug her off of him. Fuck his principles. He should just lie back and let her suck his dick, tangle his hands in her hair and fuck her pretty, soft mouth like she wanted.
But then she giggled, and it was that same, silly drunken giggle. And slid her mouth over his cock again.
“No, darlin’,” he said hoarsely. How in the hell had she gotten his pants down to his knees without waking him up? He tried to sit up, but she was laying over his abdomen.
She sat up and gave him a sad look. “Don’t you want me, Colt?”
“I do, Beth Ann. So damn bad.”
She leaned in to kiss him, and her kiss was off center. “I’m really good at blow jobs.”
“Oh, I just bet you are.” Damn.
But she cuddled down next to him again. Her fingers went to his chest and she traced his nipples. He’d let her do that, as long as she didn’t reach for his dick again. “We’re consenting adults, Colt.”
“I know. But it’s not right.”
“You can’t take advantage of me,” she pointed out, her words slurred. “We had sex last night. And this morning.”
“Still not right. Get some sleep.”
“You know what I haven’t done?” she said, leaning over to press kisses on his chest. On his tattoo. She was fascinated with it.
“What’s that?”
“I haven’t had anal.”
He groaned. Hard.
“Have you?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
“Go to sleep, Beth Ann.”
“If I asked you to do it to me, would you?”
He was about thirty seconds away from throwing her down on the mattress and showing her just what she was asking for. “Ask me when you’re sober, and yes.”
She pinched his nipple, hard. “Fine then, I will. So there.”
“Good night, Beth Ann,” he said dryly.
“You’re no fun,” she said sleepily. Her hand reached for his cock, and he moved it back away again.
“No fun at all,” he agreed, and vehemently wished that wasn’t the case.
When Beth Ann woke up, it was still dark. She rolled over in bed, trying to figure out her surroundings. Her hand encountered a warm chest, and she heard the faint sound of snoring. Her mouth was fuzzy with a weird taste, and her head throbbed a little.
Colt. She laid her head back on his chest again, remembering last night. She hadn’t drank too much rum—he’d been very careful with how much she could have—but she’d still been tipsy right away. In the past, she’d drank a glass of wine here and there, and the occasional champagne, but it hadn’t hit her quite like the rum. She’d been drunk, and it had been silly, and fun. And then he’d dragged her to bed and…
Her eyes flew open. She looked down at his cock, but his pajama pants were back up around his waist. Oh lord, she’d told him she wanted to have anal sex.
How mortifying.
And he hadn’t touched her, either. She didn’t know what to make of that. True, she’d been tipsy, but they’d had sex the night before. Why hadn’t he touched her? Was he that much of a gentleman? The thought was endearing and frustrating all at once. She looked up at his sleeping face. All the hard angles and frown lines were eased when he was sleeping. He looked adorable. The longer hair on top of his head was sticking straight up in cowlicks. His chest was warm and delicious, too. She still rested her cheek on it. She supposed she should wake him up.
Her hand strayed to the drawstring of his pajama pants. Tugged at the bow, and felt it loosen. She sat up slowly and watched him, waiting for him to awaken. He didn’t.
A heavy sleeper, then. Nice. She slid down the bed and eased his pants down his legs, revealing his briefs. Mmm, he filled them out nicely. Much better than she did. The pair she’d borrowed out of necessity were too small across the behind, and she was pretty sure half of her butt was sticking out over the top.
Her fingers eased along the elastic waistband, and she watched his face, waiting for him to wake up. Nothing. Holding the elastic taut, she slid his briefs down his legs, exposing his cock.
He was already half hard, and she looked down at it with pleasure. He really did have an amazing set of equipment. Just long enough and really thick. Oh mercy, she liked that. She bit her lip, thinking about how he’d felt deep inside her. Apparently she’d woken up aroused this morning. She leaned over him, bracing her hands on either side of the bed, and leaned to take him into her mouth. Her tongue lightly whirled on the head, lapping and licking.
And teasing him. He groaned and shifted underneath her, his cock hardening, swelling even larger. Oh yes. It was just as big and thick as she remembered. She wrapped her fingers around the girth of him and continued to tongue the head, dipping against the sweet indentation that was beaded with pre-cum. He tasted so good in her mouth. She closed her lips over him, sinking lower on the root of his cock and taking him deep into her throat. He was fully erect now, and hard, and she sucked, pulling up and then sliding back down over his cock. She repeated the motion, feeling her own pussy get slick and wet with need. She drew harder on him, and slid his cock out of her mouth to run her tongue along the thick crown again.
A hand twisted in her hair—not hard. Firm. She moaned as his hand pushed her mouth back down over his cock, and her gaze flicked up to him. He was watching her with slitted eyes. As she looked up at him, she took the head of his coc
k back in her mouth and let it rub along her tongue. He thrust, the head of his cock butting against the back of her throat. And she made a noise of pleasure that echoed his own.
“Goddamn, Beth Ann,” he rasped. “I hope to God you’re not drunk any longer.”
She slid her mouth up and gave his cock head a playful lick. “Not drunk.”
“Good,” he growled, and pushed her head back down on his cock.
She sucked him deep again, her pussy clenching with the erotic sound of the groan he made when she pulled him all the way into her mouth. He was so big and full in her mouth. Lord, that was making her hot.
He thrust into her mouth again, his fingers digging into the back of her head, and she heard a hard, rasping breath jerk from him. She sucked harder, humming a little in the back of her throat. He pumped quicker now, his hips rising to thrust into her mouth over and over.
And then he froze. She looked up at him and saw his face was tight, and he pulled her back off of him. “I’m going to come, darlin’,” he said. He pulled her off his cock, allowing her to abandon her efforts in case she didn’t want to swallow his seed.
But that wasn’t what she wanted. “Then come,” she said softly, and leaned down to take him back into her mouth again. The groan he gave after that was low and filled with need, and his fingers twined in her thick hair. He began to thrust into her mouth again, shallow, rapid jolts that matched the panting of his breath. She took him deeper, though, encouraging him. He drove into her mouth wildly and then his body tightened under her.
“Fuck,” he bit out, and she felt the hot flood of his cum in the back of her throat. She swallowed even as he thrust again, more shallowly. He gave a ragged breath, exhaling as she released him, then sat up and wiped at the corners of her mouth.