Текст книги "The Offer"
Автор книги: Karina Halle
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She’s nestled under the covers, the top of it barely covering her breasts and in the glow of her nightstand lamp, she looks positively sated. Perfect.
“Mind if I get in?” I ask her, not knowing if she just wanted me here for a fuck or for something more. I hope to fuck it’s for something more.
She gives me a lazy smile and then lifts open the blanket. I sigh inwardly with relief and get in.
I’m not much of a cuddler but now that I’m in bed with her, naked, it feels sinful not to be touching every inch of her soft body. She’s such a fucking goddess with those freckles and pouty pink lips and creamy skin and I know she has no idea. It totally adds to the appeal.
I pull her toward me and kiss her shoulder, still warm and damp. My fingers get lost in the mess of her hair. I don’t know what to say – I’ve never been much for pillow talk – I just want to hold her in my arms as I sleep and hopefully wake up in a few hours for another round.
But she feels slightly tense, hesitant. She’s rubbing her lips together like she’s got something on her mind and I have a feeling I know what it is.
“You know,” I say slowly, running my fingers over the bridge of her cute nose, over her luscious lips. “Contrary to popular belief, that actually meant something to me.”
She swallows and tilts her head to look at me. “Yeah?”
I knew it. My reputation will follow me everywhere.
“Yeah.” I kiss her neck and murmur into her was. “And I don’t shag more than one woman at a time. I’m fucking you now and I’m going to keep doing so for as long as you want my cock around. I know you said only an idiot would fall for this line, but I only have eyes for you and there’s no sense in screwing someone else if I’m going to be thinking of you the whole time.”
She nods. “Okay. Well, you don’t have to worry about that with me.”
“Don’t be so sure,” I tell her. “I’ve seen you at work. I’ve seen the way men look at you, the same way you do. But as long as I can be the only man who conquers you, I’ll be happy. And I’ll do my damndest to make you happy.”
She smiles softly. “You almost sound sweet there.”
“Just give me a few more minutes and sweet will be the last thing on your mind.”
But in a few more minutes, we’re both asleep.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Nicola
“God, you taste delicious, sweetheart.”
I hear Bram’s husky, jumbled words at the same time I feel his tongue slide between my legs. I jump at the contact but his hands grip my hips, keeping me in place. I raise my head, blinking hard and see his thick head of hair as his tongue snakes along my cleft, licking slowly.
“Jesus,” I mutter softly, sinking back into the bed. “What a way to wake up.” It’s early morning and the sky outside my window is grey blue, even though there seems to be no clouds or fog in sight. I’m surprised we’re up. I felt like we fucked all night but even though I ache and my lips and pussy feel rubbed raw, I also feel surprisingly alive. My brain is bright behind my eyes, my nerves are buzzing, my skin seems like it can feel every atom in the air. It’s one hundred percent clichéd to say I feel like a brand new woman, but I do.
Bram groans into me and his tongue plunges inside. I arch my back, wanting him deeper, my legs opening more and more for him. His fingers grip my hips hard and with his other hand he slips a finger along my clit, rubbing it just so.
God, I’m going to come at any moment but I also want him to last forever. Can this please be the way I wake up for the rest of my life?
Last night was too incredible for words – another cliché, but true. I’d never had a man want me so badly, I could practically feel the primal, animalistic need that matched my own. And naked, gorgeously, beautifully, exquisitely naked, Bram was a whole other beast. I honestly didn’t know if he was going to cause me a lot of pain or not, but from the way he so slowly, deliciously, eased himself inside me, I felt nothing except a pinch and then this incredible feeling of being so full, like I’d been missing him my whole life.
The only problem is, now I feel a bit bereft at the absence of his dick. I want him inside me, all of him, not just his fingers and his tongue. I want him to make the bed shake again, for my breasts to jiggle as he slams into me. I want that wildness, that wickedness, that damn smirk as he knows exactly what he can do to make me scream even though I’ve been screaming into my pillows, lest we wake up Ava. And judging from how enthusiastically he’s licking me, like a fucking ice cream cone, I’m about to let loose. I grab the pillow out from under my head and hold it on my face as he pushes me over the edge. All the tight coils in my body release and I’m riding wave after wave of insane pleasure, my limbs jerking from the power of it all.
Holy hell. Wham, bam, thank you, Bram.
He lifts his head when my spasms begin to fade. “That’s how I like to wake my woman up.”
I give him a look, my head swimming, my body floating. “What if I want to wake you by giving you a blow job?”
“We don’t even have to compromise,” he says as he crawls on top of me. The iron-stiff length of his cock rubs against my slickness and I hope to God I have enough condoms in my drawer. The fool had only brought one last night. I’m not sure what the hell he was thinking.
I’m about to bring it up – I may take the pill religiously but condoms are a definite must, especially with a player like Bram – when I hear a shuffle on the other side of the door and then the sound of the door trying to open.
“Mommy, the door is locked!” Ava yells. “Let me in.”
I exchange a look with Bram and realize he doesn’t have much in the way of clothes other than his pants. I leap out of bed, slip my house robe on and throw his pants at him. I open the door a crack, keeping Bram out of view, and slide my way through.
“Hi, angel,” I tell her, my back to the door, holding it shut as I peer down at her. “You’re up early.”
“Why was the door locked?”
“Oh, that was an accident,” I tell her.
Then the door opens and Bram appears and thank God his erection is gone.
“Bram?” she asks. “Do you live here now?”
Bram gives me a cheeky grin and then squats down to her level. “No, little one, I’m still next door. I just spent the night.”
“Okay,” Ava says brightly then walks off to the bathroom. I know Ava isn’t old enough to get an idea of what adults do in situations like this. She’s thankfully far too innocent for that train of thought. But after Phil, I’ve been very careful about what guys I’ve brought over. There haven’t been many, but I was with a guy called Ben around the same time that Steph and Linden were first getting together. He was nice, which was why I was with him, but there weren’t any sparks. But Ava liked him and the more time he spent over, the more attached to him she got. Then when we broke up, it pretty much broke her little heart. Since I’ve learned she wants Bram to be her daddy as a Christmas present, it’s pretty safe to say that she’s going to get her heart set on him.
As for me…I don’t know. I watch as Bram saunters into the kitchen, my eyes glued to the swing of his slim hips and narrow waist and that long expanse of muscular back. I regret not making any claw marks on it last night, but there’s always next time.
Oh God, please don’t let that have been just a one-night stand, I think, suddenly afraid that he might revert. I know what he said last night about only wanting to fuck me, but for the life of me I can’t imagine where this will go.
Then again, I told myself I wouldn’t analyze this to death. That’s not “fun.” That’s not wild and free. I was just going to enjoy the ride and worry about what may come later.
“So,” Bram says as he puts on the coffee. I love how comfortable he is in my apartment, even though weeks ago it was annoying as hell. “When is your next shift? Do you have time to go to IKEA today?”
“IKEA!” Ava yells. “Balls!”
I laugh. “Yes, Ava, balls.”
“I love balls!”
“Just like your mum,” Bram notes, biting his lip to keep from laughing.
“Hey,” I wag my finger at him. “Let’s keep this morning rated G.”
“Balls!” Ava yells. “Bram-a-lama-ding-dong!” She runs back to her room and I hear her bouncing on the bed.
“I don’t know where she gets her energy,” I say with a sigh, going to get the medicine and the glucose meter.
“At least you can say she’s been doing great ever since she was diagnosed,” he says. As I brush past him for the cupboard, he grabs me around the waist and pulls me to him. “How are you?” He lowers his voice. “You seemed to enjoy the way you woke up.”
I can’t help my smile. He keeps his grip firm on me and searches my eyes.
“I did,” I tell him. “Better than coffee. Speaking of, you better hurry up or I’m going to gauge your eyes out.”
“Ah,” he says. “You’re one of those angry ones who aren’t even human until their third cup. Good to know. Wake up Nicola with good head and coffee immediately after.”
“That sounds like heaven.”
“Heaven can be arranged,” he says and places a lingering kiss on my neck, kissing up until right under my jawline. “I think I’ve found my heaven right here.”
I keep my head back and eyes closed and that ache between my legs flares up, wanting just as badly as before. But there’s no way that can happen today, not with Ava in my care. Unless IKEA has a sex pit, we’ll have to hold off on the bedroom stuff until it’s dark.
“So,” he goes on, pressing me to him and inhaling deep. “Oh, sweetheart, you smell so good. It’s distracting as fuck.”
“So,” I say to him, trying to keep him on track. “About today.”
He pulls away and eyes me. “Yes. Are you free?”
“Today is a day off,” I tell him. “I’m all yours.”
“Good,” he says. “Because even if you weren’t, I intended to make you mine anyway. Remember all those things I said about you being totally underfucked? Well, it’s going to take a long time and a lot of practice until I have you on the right side. But you can deal with that, can’t you, babe?”
Now that sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.
***
Though it’s the afternoon when we pull into Emeryville again, it’s a weekday and IKEA isn’t as busy as I thought it would be. To be honest, I’m actually excited to be back. It’s like when we were here before that was a totally different Nicola and Bram. Now we’re here and though we aren’t together together, this time I know what his cock feels like when it’s inside me – I no longer have to wonder.
Unfortunately, because we aren’t the first ones there, there’s a bit of a wait for the daycare fun center to fit Ava in, so we make the most use of our time by going into the dreaded customer service line and returning the couches. Apparently they don’t have any issues in taking them back and I’m sure the assembled couch will find itself in the “as-is” section, where the desperate and lucky souls go hoping to find that holy grail of all furnishings, the IKEA item that’s already been assembled.
Finally when it’s time for Ava to get into the daycare, we’re pretty much done for the day and ready to go home. But Bram points out how excited Ava is about going and I can’t say no to free child minding, so we agree to take a look around the store again while she has her fun for an hour.
After we wave goodbye to her, Bram pulls me close, his fingers firm against my wrist, his thumb delicately stroking the skin there. He whispers in my ear. “You remember the dare from last time?” he asks.
I give him a steady look. “It was a few days ago, so yes. And still no. You can call me no fun again, but I am not going to sit on a showroom toilet and pretend to take a dump.”
He smiles. “No, that wasn’t quite it. But it is a dare. One you’ll enjoy if you’re brave enough to believe me.”
My eyes narrow. “I don’t know…”
“Come with me,” he says and he leads me upstairs and back into the showroom area. We stride down the halls, past couples flopping down on couches and finicky women testing the smoothness of drawers.
Bram tugs at the tulle skirt I’m wearing. “Glad you wore this.”
I look down at it and the contrast with my Zara biker boots. “Thanks, I think it’s kind of ballerina punk.”
“No, I mean I’m glad you wore a skirt.”
“Why?” I ask and suddenly he’s jerking me into one of the showroom apartments. He takes me right around the corner of a sliding wood door and we’re in one of the bathrooms.
“No,” I tell him, planting my feet firmly. “What did I just tell you?”
“Relax, it’s not what you think,” he says and with one swift motion he grabs me by the hips and hoists me up onto the sink. I squirm even though I’m hidden from most shoppers. If anyone explored this faux apartment and turned the corner, they’d totally see me.
But Bram just hikes up my skirt so it’s bunched around my waist and pushes my underwear aside. The sudden burst of air and exposure makes me freeze, as does the cold faux marble on my ass. He positions himself between my legs, grinning up at me the whole time.
“Seriously, no,” I tell him. “We’ll get caught and kicked out.”
“But what a way to go,” he says and then I feel the tickle of his hair on me and the hot zing of his tongue.
I don’t even know how this is going to work. How can I relax and enjoy this knowing we could be found out at any minute? This isn’t pleasurable at all, this is nerve-wracking, it’s dangerous.
Jesus, this feels good.
I grip his hair in my hands and lean back, my head against the mirror as his tongue and lips get their fill of me.
A moan escapes me but I don’t care. The sound is taken away into the buzz of the store. Just feet away, there are people staring at this apartment, pondering their home furnishings and yet behind a simple piece of removable wall, my pussy is on display for them all to see.
Bram’s not taking his time like he was this morning though. His mouth is hot and fervent and as his tongue snakes in and out of me, I moan again, guttural this time, feeling like a very bad, very wild thing. When he takes his finger and plunges it inside, stroking my G-spot while his lips suck on my clit, I’m a goner.
“Fuck,” I cry out, too loud. But Bram keeps going until my limbs stop shaking. For a few glorious seconds there I think I’m above both time and space—the seventh dimension where Bram-powered orgasms send you.
“Wow,” I manage to say, lifting my head up. I expect to just see Bram but that’s not all I see. While he’s between my legs and staring at me with concern, probably because I look like I’ve just seen a ghost, there’s an elderly couple standing behind him with their mouths hanging open.
The woman shrieks and the man covers her eyes and pulls her aside and out of our view. Bram quickly hops to his feet, bringing me off the counter and making sure I’m covered.
“Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit,” I swear, adjusting my skirt. I grab onto Bram’s shirt. “What do we do?”
“They look like the types who’ll call security,” he says and even though I’m freaking the fuck out, there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes. I’m not sure I like that. I don’t ever want to encourage this kind of fun again. “I guess we better run?”
I turn around and bang on the fake wall of the bathroom behind us. “Can’t you break through this or we can tunnel our way out? I don’t want to go out there,” I plead.
He grabs my hand and kisses the back of it. “On the count of three, we run. Got it? One, two, three!”
Somehow my legs move and he pulls me forward and we burst out of the fake bathroom and into the fake apartment. There are a few people staring at us, wondering what’s going on, but what’s the most frightening is that the elderly couple are talking to an Ikea worker and pointing right at us.
“Keep going!” Bram yells and my legs keep moving even though the rest of me seems frozen in icy panic and we scamper out of the apartment and down the hall toward the stairs at the very end.
I hear a “Hey!” of someone shouting after us but we don’t dare look or stop. We keep going, taking the stairs two at a time and run right to the daycare.
It hasn’t been an hour but Ava is running around close to the entrance. I call for her, waving frantically while trying to not appear like a crazy lady and Ava is good enough to run right over to us without any coaxing.
“You’re back already?” she asks.
“Honey, we have to go right now. Do you want to run with us? Pretend we are being chased by dinosaurs?”
She nods, always up for any sort of dino-related adventure.
“What kind of dinosaurs?”
“The bad ones.” I grab her hand and the three of us jog out of the store and away from anyone who may want to ban us for life. Of course we end up getting lost in the maze that is the parking lot, but once we find the Mercedes, we hop inside and speed away.
I keep looking back at the yellow and blue building as it gets further away, imagining that angry IKEA workers are chasing after our getaway car with pitchforks and torches. It isn’t until we’re on the freeway that I burst out laughing. I can’t help it. Tears spring to my eyes and I’m just shaking from it all, howling like a lunatic.
Bram looks at me in shock, as if he thinks I’ve lost my mind, but then he breaks into laughter too. Soon Ava is laughing, even though she doesn’t know why. Maybe she hasn’t seen her mom belly laugh in a really long time. Maybe she’s been infected by the strain of lunacy that’s been going on between Bram and I. Maybe she’s just happy her mother looks wild and free.
We laugh all the way back to the apartment.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Nicola
The one thing about sleeping with your best friend’s brother-in-law is that you’re not exactly sure how to approach the subject, or if you should say anything. But because it’s me and it’s Bram, it’s almost impossible not to spill the beans. I’m bursting at the seams to tell someone.
When we got back from Ikea, Bram cooked me an amazing chicken and roasted vegetable dinner that both Ava and I loved and then the three of us spent the evening watching A Bug’s Life. When it was time for Ava to go to bed, well then Bram and I had a fuckfest fest all night. Even though I’d gotten off at Ikea – and finally lived out my secret dream of sex in public – I’d become more turned on for him, all of him, than ever before.
But now it’s the next day and Bram is in meetings and Lisa is coming to look after Ava while I work. If I don’t tell someone, even Steph, what’s been happening for the last forty-eight hours, I’m going to lose my mind.
I don’t know, Steph’s text back to me reads after I’ve begged her to meet. I’m kind of zonked and I had plans with my pajamas and Netflix tonight.
I need to talk to you, I text back. You need to hear about who had sex at IKEA.
There’s a pause.
Then. WTF? Who had sex at IKEA? The store??
Come to the bar tonight and I’ll tell you. And yes the store.
OMG. Was it you? OMG. WAS IT BRAM?
See you tonight.
Fine. Gah, you bitch!!!!!!!! Tell meeeeeeeeeee.
Later.
FUCK.
And that’s how I convinced Steph to come hang out with me while I did my shift at the Lion. Fortunately it was a slow night but not slow enough to be sent home, so Steph sat at the bar and I eased my way into telling her the big news.
“Just spill the beans already,” she says, pounding back beer number two. So much for wanting to stay at home and watch Netflix.
“All right,” I say and I can feel myself blushing.
“Wait,” Steph says, holding up her palm. “I already know. I already know. Look at your face. You’re a giant tomato! It will always give you away.”
I sigh and lean in, dropping my voice. Even though there aren’t any people close to us, I don’t want it to fall into the wrong ears. I’m not exactly a kiss and tell kind of girl, even though that’s just what I’m about to do. “I slept with Bram.”
“What?” she shrieks, and James looks over from the other end of the bar.
“Steph, shut it!” I warn her, leaning across the bar to smack her arm. “I thought you figured it via my tomato face.”
“Yeah but to hear you say it!” she exclaims. She wriggles in her seat. “Okay, okay, details. All the details. Tell me everything. Does he have a big dick? Is he like Linden?”
“Calm down,” I tell her, knowing she was going to bring Linden into it somehow. “Okay, I guess it all started with IKEA.”
“IKEA!” Steph says with a smile, putting her fist down on the bar as if IKEA was the name of a good friend of ours.
“Yeah, well, he took me there, you know I told you, to get a new couch.”
“Yeah…and you had sex on the couch!”
“No. Just wait. Okay, so it was all fine. He was flirting with me, you know how he is, so damn direct about it.”
“Just like Linden,” she says dreamily, her chin propped up on her hand.
“Not like Linden,” I tell her. “Anyway, so later, back at home, he comes over to help me assemble the couch. I can’t remember if I asked him or not. Oh yeah, I needed a drill! Anyway, Ava is having a nap in my room and we’re talking…and…you know, he’s not at all what I thought.” I don’t want to divulge any of the private stuff he shared with me about the charity, but I say, “And I think he’s not at all what you think. Or even Linden. He’s a lot deeper than that.”
She snorts. “Bram? Deep? Come on, the only way he’s deep is when he’s trying to calculate all the women he’s been with.”
I have to admit, I’m getting a bit defensive. “Not true at all. I mean, yeah, there’s women. Or there was.”
“Was?”
“But I’m getting ahead of myself—”
“You are getting way ahead of yourself.”
“Anyway we were talking and…God, I don’t know. I just…I know it’s stupid of me but man, you know, all this time with the flirting and innuendos and I just wanted to see what it was like to be with him. You know? It started to become all I thought about, just looking at him, listening to that damn accent—”
She sighs loudly. “Yeah, that accent.”
“He was making me feel things I hadn’t felt in a really long time.”
She gives me a steady look, her lip pouting slightly. “How come you never told me about this? I thought you hated Bram.”
“I did! But, he kind of won me over. And I guess I figured it was just stupid to have a thing for someone like him.”
“Oh, honey, come on. Who doesn’t have a thing for Bram? He’s Bramtastic.”
“Oh my God,” I exclaim. “You’re just as bad as he is!”
She shrugs.
“Look,” I point out, “you were just threatening him to not even look at me, you were threatening me and Kayla about breaking up the balance of the group. There were a lot of threats. I didn’t want you mad at me or, God forbid, lecture me.”
“I know I said those things,” she says, “but that’s only because I care and I just wanted to warn you. But honestly, you’re like all-aglow and stuff. I haven’t seen you like this in a very long time. I know you’re being careful with him…aren’t you?”
I nod. “Well, I’m not falling in love with him, if that’s what you mean.”
“Good,” she says. “Not that I don’t want you to fall in love, I would just be extra wary with a man who seems pretty good at breaking hearts.” She pauses, watching my face fall. “But that aside…you slept with Bram. My brother-in-law.”
“Yup.”
“So, you were assembling the couch and he just, what, took you right there?”
I laugh. “That’s not so far off. We were underneath the fabric of the couch. You know how IKEA is, you have to put together everything. We were zipping this foam thing to the lining and…I don’t know. Some kind of look passed between us and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me, his hands were everywhere. I was pushed back onto the ground and my shirt was up and he was…it was pretty fucking hot.”
“And, and…?”
I shrug. “And Ava interrupted us.”
“Cockblocker!”
“Steph,” I warn. “That’s my daughter you’re talking about. And yes, she’s a cockblocker.”
“But tell me you at least got to feel what he was packing.”
“I told you I slept with him. Obviously dick was involved.”
“Hashtag dick.”
“And well, when we were fooling around under there, he did, you know, put a few fingers in me.”
“This is so awesome. Give me another beer.”
I pull out an Anchor Steam, pop off the top and slide it on over. I fill her in on the rest, including me texting him and wondering if he was awake.
“So you took control,” she muses. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that. You know, with a man.”
She was right about that. “Well, I initiated it. Once he arrived, he was in control the whole time. And it was nice. He’s a bit rough, you know, a dirty talker too. At least with what I’ve experienced. I don’t think he’s quite as vulgar as Linden.”
“Give it time.”
“Anyway.”
“And you got off right?”
“Fuck yeah. And every time after that.”
“And when does IKEA come into this again?”
I can’t help but smile slyly, looking away. The memory of that moment is seared into my head to the point it’s impossible to shake loose. “We went back to return the couches. When Ava was in daycare, he hauled me into one of the showroom bathrooms…”
“No…” she says, eyes wide.
I nod. “Yeah. He put me up on the sink counter and went down on me.”
“In the store!”
“Yup.”
“And there were people around?”
“There were. I didn’t see any of them until after. Then we got caught.”
“You got caught?” she squeals. Loud. Loud enough that James finally starts walking toward us.
“Steph, you’re so loud!” I hiss at her.
“What’s going on ladies?” James asks, always the nosy one.
“Nothing,” I say quickly.
“Nothing,” Steph adds. “Except that Nicola here is a secret exhibitionist.”
“Steph!”
James looks me up and down. “Are you sure about that?”
“She might start dancing on top of the bar,” Steph adds.
“You can do whatever you want,” he says, “as long as it brings in the customers.” He stares at the both of us for a moment, trying to suss out what’s going on but when we give him nothing, he leaves.
“And with that,” I say to her, “please don’t tell anyone about what happened.”
“I’ll keep my lips shut,” she says. “But obviously I’m telling Linden.”
“No!” I swat at her arm. “You can’t tell him of all people! I don’t want Bram to think I’m flapping my mouth off.”
“Oh, and you don’t think he’s doing the same thing right now? Scoring with the unpenetrable ice queen?”
“Ice queen?” That almost smarts as much as “no fun.”
“You know, that’s what they call any girl who won’t give up their cooch on the first date. You’re like their white whale.”
“Great, a whale.”
“Moby Dick, stupid. Anyway, Linden will know by the time I get home, I guarantee it. And it won’t be on account of me.” She gives me a look. “And you know, it’s fun to share. It’s good for you. I mean, you don’t see me holding back what Linden does in bed.”
“I know,” I grumble. “And I don’t need another recap about what you guys did with the sparkly butt plugs you bought in the Castro, either.”
She shrugs. “I bet Bram is just as much into that kinky shit. And when he shoves his cock in your pussy and a plug up your ass, I guarantee you’re going to call me up and shoot the shit.”
“I really hope you’re not being literal,” I comment dryly.
Steph doesn’t stick around for long after that. She gets this look on her face when she’s tipsy and needing to get laid. I wish I didn’t know what that look was but I’ve seen it too often when she’s thinking about Linden.
I’m about ten minutes from finishing my shift when I get a text from Bram.
Are you still at work?
I can’t help but get a giddy little thrill just from a simple text. I feel like I’m in high school again.
Yup, just about to finish though.
I’ll come get you. I can’t wait any longer. Been thinking about you all day.
Now I’m grinning ear to ear. I’d forgotten what fun it was to flirt via text.
All right, if you want to.
See you soon.
It’s not long until I’m stepping out into the mist, bringing my jacket around me closely, while Bram pulls up in his Mercedes.
“Get in, beautiful,” he tells me after putting down his window. He looks so dapper in his suit, I almost have to pinch myself that he’s here to get me.
I slide on into the Mercedes. “Brrrr it’s cold out,” I say, rubbing on my arms.
He leans over and flicks on the heat. “You know, you’d think growing up in Scotland, the drizzliest, dampest, wet crotch of all places would have prepared me for San Francisco but I don’t know how you people do it. Your seasons make no sense.”
“Tell me about,” I say, still feeling the chill. Wearing a skirt doesn’t help but he puts his broad, warm hand on my thigh and presses down.
“You’re cold as ice,” he notes. “You should have had a few shots of Scotch while you were waiting for me.”
I tell him I wasn’t waiting long. Then the car pulls off of Van Ness Avenue and starts heading toward Golden Gate Park. “Where are we going?”
He doesn’t say anything. I look over at him and he’s grinning in the dark and his hand is sliding further up my thighs.
I squirm as the hairs on his arm tickle my sensitive skin. At the same time I can’t help but part my legs, wanting to give him easier access.
“Where are we going?” I ask again, my breath hitching as his fingers push aside my panties and slink their way between my folds. I know I’m wet already. My body gives this man the most immediate reaction. Even the way he says “fuck” gets me going.
“I’m going to take you for a little ride,” he says. There’s a husky undertone to his voice that drives the message home.
This is all still so new to me. I try not to dwell on my insecurities – does my breath stink after that shift, am I wearing a matching bra and underwear, am I going to be any good? The car revs, the vibrations going right through me and I lean back in my seat and close my eyes.
I’m actually close to coming – his fingers have skill and my body has no patience, not with him – but he brings the car to the side of the road going through the park. In any other circumstances I’d think he brought me here to murder me. Or I would have been afraid of the riff raff and secret society that breeds in the park after dark. But I know Bram won’t hurt me and I know I’m safe pretty much anywhere with him. He knows how to take care of himself pretty well.
“This is a bit creepy,” I still say to him. “Great place to hide a body.”
“Great place to shag a body,” he says, turning the car and the lights off until we’re enveloped in near darkness, and twisting in his seat. I hear his seatbelt come undone. “I’m not taking any chances after what happened in IKEA. Now, I’m getting in the backseat and you’re going to get in right after.”
