Fool Me Once (Bad Boy Romance) Page 9

  I giggled once before leaning forward and covering his mouth with my own once again. His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, sliding under at first. They were big and callused, scraping over my skin and sending shots of heat racing through my body, immediately followed by a blanket of gooseflesh. I groaned, which he clearly took as a green light. My shirt was lifted up and over my body, leaving me in the lacy red bra I had put on, subconsciously knowing it might be seen.

  His mouth dropped to my neck, his tongue tracing a hot line over my flesh, sending my heart pounding. I wanted to run my hands over his abs. I knew what his back felt like and now I wanted to touch his chest. I reached down, grabbing the hem of his shirt and yanked, being careful not to force his bad arm straight up. He smiled up at me as I tossed his shirt to the floor. I traced my fingertips over his lips, red from my kisses, before kissing him again.

  Things were moving fast and somewhere in the back of my mind I thought about stopping. The thought was way back and easily quieted with the passionate kisses he was doling out. Soon enough, the little niggle of conscious was muted and I was free to enjoy the beautiful body of the man in front of me. His hands dropped to the button of my jeans and instead of stopping him, I lifted my butt off the counter and let him tug the damn things down my body.

  Sitting on his kitchen counter in nothing but my bra and panties should have been a wakeup call. It wasn’t. I was hot. My skin was flushed, and I was throbbing between my legs. I didn’t want to think about anything but him in that moment. He quickly stripped off the shorts he was wearing, standing in only his briefs between my legs. I traced my fingers down the center of his chest, flattening my palm against his abs before running it back up. When I met his eyes, they were smoldering, full of passion and desire. He was giving me a chance to back out, to stop what was about to happen. I wasn’t going to get that far and quit.

  I grabbed him and pulled him between my legs, wrapping them around his waist as I kissed him deeply. It was the green light he needed. His hands reached up to cup my breasts through the bra, massaging before pulling the lace back and dropping his mouth to my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing over the super-sensitive nipple and nearly making me scream in desire. I squeezed him with my legs.

  His hand dropped down to my hip before moving to cup me through the matching red panties I was wearing. I was engulfed in heat, my body automatically arching into his hand. His fingers slid under the fabric, finding my very core, and gently rubbed. I was on the verge of exploding. He found my opening and with one finger, slowly probed inside my body.

  I jerked, bucking with the intimate contact. His mouth covered mine as he pushed in deeper. I heard myself whimper, the pleasure making me feel dizzy. His finger pushed in and out before swirling over my clit, sending shockwaves of desire through my body. I reached down, cupping him through his briefs, pleasantly surprised to feel the substantial weight in my hand. He was large and hard as a rock. I wanted him inside me. I suddenly felt frantic. His finger inside me was taking me closer to the edge of ecstasy. I pushed my hand under the waistband of his briefs, groaning when I felt the raw power he held between his legs.

  With both hands, I pushed his underwear down, making it clear what I wanted. He kept using his finger to pleasure me. I couldn’t stop what was happening inside my body and before I could get his underwear down his legs, I exploded, his finger wedged deep inside me as I convulsed and moaned.

  “God damn, I want you,” he whispered against my lips.

  I nodded, unable to form words. He deftly pulled my panties down my hips with very little help from me. I was still being rocked with little electric shocks. I looked down, saw the appendage I had been holding in my hands and was immediately hot and bothered all over again. He was a beautiful man. Every inch of him was big and solid.

  “I want you,” I told him, pulling him toward me again.

  I wanted the skin-to-skin contact. I wanted to feel his chest pressed against mine.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered before his mouth closed over mine again.

  His knuckles brushed across my inner thigh as he guided himself to my opening. I opened my legs wider, prepared to take his girth, knowing it was going to be a tight fit but looking forward to the second he filled my body with his.

  The head of his engorged cock slid over my folds, sparking a series of violent sensations. I wrapped my arms around his neck, anchoring myself to him as he gently pushed. I spread my legs wider, trying to accommodate his size. He pushed in, breaching my body. I gasped, holding my breath as his way was made easier with fresh desire pumping through me.

  With one long, full push, he was all the way in. I groaned, my head going back as my body adjusted to him being inside me. I could feel the tension in his shoulders, heard him groan as well. Neither of us moved for several long seconds. We both got lost in the moment of being joined together.

  He gently kissed me before looking into my eyes. “Good?” he asked softly.

  I nodded. “Very good.”

  He kissed me again and began a slow glide in and out, stretching me with each long stroke. Soon, we had a rhythm that teased and tantalized. My body began building a second climax. His hands dropped to my hips, sliding me to the edge of the countertop. His thrusts became more powerful, pushing me back, only to be brought right back to the edge.

  “Oh God,” I cried out, his strokes coming harder and faster.

  “Fuck, you’re so hot, so wet,” he mumbled, his jaw clenched as he kept moving.

  There was so much happening inside me. I felt like I was going to explode in a million pieces. My nails dug into his shoulders as I held on for dear life. His body was doing things to mine that felt impossible. Every nerve ending was on fire, craving release from the tension he had created.

  “Don’t stop,” I ordered, so close to the breaking point I could almost taste it.

  “I’m not going to.” He said it more as a warning than a reply.

  I heard him breathing hard, his body jackhammering into mine with such force I was afraid I would fall off the other side of the counter. I wasn’t sliding anywhere because he had a firm grip on my hips, refusing to let me get away. His pace never slowed, proving his athleticism and stamina as he continued to drive me higher. I was almost afraid of the release I could feel building. I held on, preparing to be rocketed into sweet ecstasy.

  I cried out when it hit. It slammed into me with the force of a tsunami. I held on to him, afraid I would drop to the floor or float away entirely. My body arched and spasmed, the orgasm holding me in the clutches of what felt like a near-death experience with me looking on from heaven.

  “Fuck!” he shouted, his body erupting into mine. His arms went around me, holding me close to him as he pulsed inside me, his body spasming, his muscles rippling down his back. I was breathing hard, trying to force myself to slow it down.

  He stepped away from me, a grin on his face that said he was very satisfied. I was immediately mortified by the situation. I jumped off the counter and quickly started to dress, unable to meet his eyes.

  “I should go,” I muttered.

  He grabbed me, still nude in his kitchen, and pulled me into his arms. “Stay. Don’t go. Don’t be embarrassed,” he soothed.

  My face was against his chest, and I could smell the musky scent on his skin, reminding me of what had just happened. “I can’t. This was wrong. This shouldn’t have happened.”

  “Hey, it’s okay. We’re both adults,” he assured me.

  I pushed away from him, picking up my jeans and quickly pulling them on. “You’re my client. I can’t be sleeping with my clients!”

  I looked up at him, casually picking up his underwear, clearly not the least bit bothered by what had just happened or the fact he was naked in his kitchen. “Technically, we didn’t sleep a wink.”

  “Stop! You can’t flirt and pretend this didn’t happen!”

  He shook his head. “I’m definitely not pretending it didn
’t happen. I’m very happy that it did.”

  I pulled my shirt on, my eyes roaming the floor for my other shoe before I found it and slid my feet into the wedge sandals I had worn. “You’re my client. This is not okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here, and I shouldn’t have done that,” I said, waving my hand at the counter.

  “Evie, wait,” he said, reaching for me as I walked out of the kitchen.

  “Don’t. I have to go,” I told him.

  “You don’t have to go,” he repeated.

  “Goodbye, Dayton,” I said and walked out the door, practically running to my car.

  Once inside my car, I started it, threw it in reverse and sped away from his house as fast as I could. I couldn’t believe I had just done that. I had never blurred the lines with a client before. I was a fool for showing up at his house. I’d known what would happen and I went anyway. I had no one to blame but myself. I knew better. I drove home, pissed at myself, growing angrier every time a pleasurable little zing rippled over my skin with the aftershocks of what had been very good sex. I refused to let myself think about how good it was. That would only lead me to wanting it again and it absolutely could not happen again. Ever.

  Chapter 15

  Dayton

  I was looking forward to seeing Evie for my massage later. I realized only after she had rushed out the door last night that I didn’t have her phone number. The only way I could talk to her was at work. I instinctively knew that would put her on edge. She was pretty serious about keeping the work and sex separate. I didn’t mind. I was more than happy to play the patient while she played doctor. I could keep the interaction at the clinic on a professional level—I hoped. Last night had been unexpected and amazing at the same time. I wanted more of her. She was one hot woman. I got hard just thinking about her on my kitchen counter, panting and begging for me not to stop. She would definitely be in my dreams for a long time to come.

  I heard a knock on the front door and didn’t bother getting up from the couch. I was sure it was my mother and she would walk in regardless. When the door didn’t open and there was another knock, I got up, assuming it was another doctor sent by the team.

  “Kale?” I asked with surprise when I saw him standing there on the porch, dressed in camo and wearing a goofy grin on his face.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  I shrugged a shoulder. “Nothing. What are you doing and why are you dressed like that?”

  “I’m going skeet shooting. Come with me,” he said.

  I looked at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

  He rolled his eyes. “I took the day off.”

  I laughed, knowing his dad was probably not happy with him again. “Are you going alone?” I asked him.

  He shook his head. “Nope, you’re coming with me.”

  “I have a massage appointment in an hour,” I told him.

  “Skip it,” he replied.

  I opened the door, gesturing for him to come inside. “I can’t skip it. It’s about the only thing that gives me any relief.”

  “Come on, man. It’ll be just you and me. We’ll have fun,” he insisted.

  I thought about it. I did just get a massage yesterday. I’d gone the whole weekend without her magic fingers massaging my muscles, I could miss a day. “All right, but you’re going to get me in trouble.”

  He grinned. “You remember how much trouble you used to get me into back in the old days? Consider this repayment.”

  I laughed, thinking back to the times I’d pretty much demanded he sneak out of his house and go to the lake with me or to drive over to the next county for a party. We’d had some good times back then when life was simple.

  “All right, but I don’t have any camo.”

  “That’s okay. It isn’t like the clay pigeons can actually see us,” he said with a laugh.

  I nodded. “Let me change. I don’t want to be walking through brush and getting a damn tick bite,” I told him, heading into the bedroom to pull on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I pulled on some ankle boots and grabbed one of my old hats before rejoining him in the living room. He was staring out the back doors.

  “You need to put a pool back here,” he commented.

  I laughed. “That’s exactly what I said. You’re the only one who seems to agree with me.”

  “Hell, you put in a pool and I’ll be over here every damn day. Consider me your caretaker while you’re away,” he said with a smile.

  “I’ll keep that in mind. I’m ready, let’s do this,” I told him, looking forward to another guys’ day.

  He drove out to the gun club with the skeet shooting set up. We paid our fee and headed out into the field. Kale had brought an extra shotgun for me to use, which I appreciated.

  “Pull!” he shouted.

  I watched, happy to let him do the shooting. With each shot, I watched his arm jerk back and knew there was no way I was going to be able to shoot the gun.

  “You’re up!” he said excitedly, happy with his performance.

  I shook my head. “I don’t think I can.”

  “One shot, don’t put the butt against your shoulder. You know better than that,” he lectured.

  I couldn’t ignore a challenge. I took the gun, got used to the feel of it in my hand before raising it up. “Pull!” I shouted.

  I pulled the trigger and despite trying to be ready for the kick, it jerked my shoulder, causing me to wince in pain. I lowered the gun, handing it back to Kale and shaking my head.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, looking at me with concern.

  I nodded. “Evie is going to kill me. It’s going to take several massages to get this to relax,” I said, breathing through the pain.

  “Evie? Evie Flowers?” he asked.

  I nodded my head. “Yes. She works as a massage therapist in town.”

  Kale nodded his head. “I know her. Not well, but we’ve been at the same places now and again. She’s your therapist?” he asked.

  I couldn’t help but smile. “She is. She’s a beautiful woman.”

  Kale gave me a stern look. “Evie is a good lady. She’s not to be messed with,” he warned.

  “How well do you know her?” I asked, anxious to learn more about her.

  He shrugged a shoulder. “Not all that well, but I know her mom, or rather, I know of her mom. Hell, the whole town knows. Evie is kind, friendly and doesn’t have a mean bone in her body. She’s been through a lot. Don’t go messing around with her if you aren’t serious. She deserves better than that. There are a lot of people around here who are very protective of her and her mama. You best tread lightly.”

  I was surprised at his staunch defense of her. “What do you mean she’s been through a lot?”

  He shook his head. “I’m sure she’ll tell you what she wants you to know. I’m not going to sit out here and gossip like a little girl. Suffice it to say, she’s got a whole town of big brothers and father figures that will kick your ass up and down the street and right back to Cali if you do her wrong.”

  “Damn, relax, man. She’s my therapist. She’s been taking very good care of my arm, but that’s it,” I lied.

  Kale studied me a little too close for my own comfort. “I hope so.”

  “Go ahead and shoot. I’ll watch you miss,” I joked.

  “Ha ha. It’s been a while since I’ve been out here. I’m just getting warmed up,” he said with a small laugh.

  “Sure you are. So, is anyone else around? What about Pete or Rick?” I asked him, wondering why it seemed like Kale spent a lot of time alone.

  “Nah, they moved away a couple of years back. Pete was working construction and headed north for some big job and never came back. Rick got married and moved to North Carolina or something like that.”

  “Wow. I guess everyone kind of scattered after high school,” I commented.

  He scoffed. “Except for me. I’m about the last man standing around here.”

  “How come you never left?” I
asked.

  He laughed. “My dad wouldn’t know what to do without me. It’s always been me and him. He wants to fire me, but we both know he couldn’t do it alone.”

  I had to laugh. “It seems like he’s doing quite a bit of it alone.”

  Kale grinned. “I’m trying to teach him how to be independent.”

  I shook my head. “Is that what you’re doing when you leave work all the time?”

  He nodded. “Yep. It’s not me being lazy. I’m trying to help him.”

  “I see. I’m guessing he doesn’t see it that way.”

  “He will one day,” he replied easily.

  “Maybe if this baseball thing falls through, I’ll have to hit your dad up for a job. All I have to do is show up twice as much as you do, which is what, two days a week?” I teased.

  He laughed. “Hell, if you showed up twice a week, I could retire for good.”

  “You’d be bored out of your mind, just like I am now,” I told him.

  “Unlike you, I can find plenty to do to occupy myself. I’d fish, do a little professional napping, maybe do some actual hunting and hell, maybe I’d even find a hobby,” he said with enthusiasm.

  “Professional napping?”

  “Oh yes. It’s a thing. The perfect nap requires serious dedication and commitment,” he said with complete seriousness.

  After an hour or so of watching him shoot, we headed for his old truck. If it were any other time, we could have gone to O’Hanley’s to grab a beer, but I couldn’t show my face there. I had to keep up my isolation.

  He pulled into the driveway of my house.

  “Thanks for hanging out with me. I know you do have other stuff to do, but I really appreciate the company.”

  “Sure, anytime. Want to go fishing tomorrow?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “Kale, your dad is going to run me out of town if you keep playing hooky with me.”

  “Ah, he doesn’t mind. Deep down, I think he’s happy to have me out of his hair,” he insisted.

  “We’ll see. I’m going to have to grovel to Evie tomorrow. She’s going to be pissed that I blew off my appointment today.”