August: Calendar Girl Book 8

T
he second I
stepped out into the California sun, I was body slammed, swooped up into the air, and spun in a dizzying circle. Moist lips found mine. Sunlight, the ocean, and the scent of my man permeated the air around me. Comfort, exhilaration, and relief swarmed through my emotions as I sucked Wes’s bottom lip like a greedy leech—wanting more of him, needing his imprint from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

Surround me in you.
It was all I could think while Wes turned my head from side to side, taking the kiss deeper, staking his claim far beyond the bounds public decency allowed.

“Get a room!” A young kid’s voice barked, breaking through our happy “welcome home” bubble. I slid my nose against his, relishing his scent, the way his eyelashes fluttered closed as if he, too, was having trouble with the overwhelming idea that was us. Wes and Mia. A relationship.

“Hey, baby,” I said low, my voice belying how very much I missed him.

Wes’s fingers tunneled from my nape up into my hair, holding the back of my head loosely. “My girl,” he whispered in awe, shaking his head before kissing me sweetly once more. There might have been less heat in this one, but it was no less meaningful. “Come on. I wanna get you home. Ms. Croft has a spread for your homecoming.”

“Really? You told Judi I was coming?” I smiled and squeezed his hand.

He swung my arm, leading me to the limo. “Of course. Had to tell her my
girlfriend
was coming for a week. Make sure she’s prepared.”

I hummed. “How very thoughtful of you, Mr. Channing…” I put one foot on the floor of the limo, popping out my ass for maximum gazing. Like bees to a flower, his focus went unabashedly to my bum. I wiggled it for the hell of it and grinned when his eyes found mine. “…The Third,” I mouthed and winked.

He shook his head and smacked my ass, hard. I’d be rubbing that imprint for a while. “Get in, sweetheart. Time’s a-wasting, and I want to fuck you before I feed you.”

Wes entered the limo with practiced grace. He was a thing of beauty. Tall, long, lean in all the right places. The well-defined abdominals and pecs were slightly visible through the thin fabric of his polo. He wore cargo shorts befitting the surfer he was, not the movie-making rich socialite I knew he could be, at least when he needed to. His feet were stuffed into a pair of Vans.

The moment the driver took off, Wes rolled up the privacy screen and pounced. There was a second where I wasn’t sure if he was going to make a move, but I should have known. We were far too eager. It had been a week since we’d last seen one another. Within half a breath, Wes had me on his lap, straddling his legs, his large hands on my ass, rubbing, caressing, and kneading the flesh deliciously.

“You gonna make a dream come true and let me fuck you right here?” His green eyes were blazing with a fiery ball of lust.

I shook my head and pressed lower, grinding into his stiff shaft. Rocking my hips back and forth, I set up a rhythm that had us both gasping. “Nuh-uh. I’ll be doing the fucking.” A grin that likely matched my own slid across his lips.

Wes’s hands moved up my flowy little skirt where he pushed his hand down into the back of my underwear, gripping my ass more fully. “Sweetheart, I’m all yours for the taking. Any way you want it, you can have it. As long as that tight cunt is wrapped around my cock, I’ll take any orders you throw out.”

Hearing Wes say the word cock was like zapping my clit with a white hot poker. It sizzled and throbbed, wanting attention.

Without taking much time, I pushed off his thighs, removed my underwear, and dropped to my knees on the limo floor where I yanked and tugged at his shorts. His cock sprang free.
Eureka!
I wrapped a hand around the root and squeezed. Wes groaned, his eyes closed, and his head fell back against the leather seat. A pearl of pre-cum beaded at the tip, and it looked too good to pass up. Wes’s eyes looked down just as I licked the tip of his dick.

“Christ!” He gritted his teeth, but I held his legs wide. Then I glanced at his face and saw a man who was on the edge of losing his cool. In seconds, I’d be pulled up and slammed on his cock. I knew it. He knew it. Wes was used to being in control, and any time I tried to take the reins, he’d try—like the gentleman he could be—to allow it. However, the second I got my lips around his cock, I had little if any time before his control would snap. Don’t get me wrong. Wes loved my mouth, enjoyed head immensely, but usually, a blow job was something he’d be interested in after he’d pounded me into next week. My man expected intimacy first, filthy fucking second.

Holding firm around the base, I sucked on the wide knobbed head, flicking my tongue against the slit and sipping the fluid that gathered there. Just when his hips thrust, I took him down my throat. When his considerable length hit the back, I swallowed around the fat crown. Like I’d predicted, Wes lost it. His hand caught me around the neck, and he pumped hard into my mouth a few more times, losing his ability for coherent communication.

“Fuck your hot mouth.” He thrust, his hand holding me fast on his dick.

“Oh, yeah.” I felt him pull back a few inches.

“Take it,” he snarled, thrusting again as if he were mad at me for sucking his cock.

“So good.” His teeth clenched as he retreated again.

“Once more down your throat, baby.” He thrust hard, and I relaxed my jaw and breathed through my nose. He stopped right there in a place of suspended pleasure. “Take me so deep. Christ, Mia. Love you.” He pulled back, and this time, all the way out. Doing an ab curl, he reached under my arms and yanked me up over his knees to straddle his thighs. My legs wide, pussy open, he centered his cock. “Now, take what’s yours, sweetheart.”

And I did. Hard and deep, the way I’d imagined all week. As was his way, he slipped one talented thumb between our bodies and circled. I gasped. He circled. Holding my breath, I picked up my pace, taking him into my body until I wasn’t sure where he stopped and I began. Time slowed. All that surrounded us was heat, pleasure, and bone-melting kisses. Wes held my shoulders, pushing me down on his cock at the same time he thrust up into me. I screamed into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound. An orgasm tore through me. I was wholly unprepared for the blistering pressure and heat that consumed every nerve and pore as he continued to pound into me.

When I stopped helping, lost in all that was him and us, he leaned forward, wrapped a hand across my back, leaned a knee down on the floor, and laid me out. I was nothing but sensation, synapses firing in all directions, building to the precipice again. “Wes, baby,” was all I could say. He responded by pressing both hands behind my thighs, pushing my knees toward my chest, and shifting another inch or so deeper into me. It was impossible and possible at the same time. A cry tore from my mouth, and he didn’t try to muffle it this time, just kept up a brutal pace. His hips pistoning wildly, his cock grated along every nerve delectably.

“God, I missed this cunt. Love your pussy, baby. Want to die here. One day, when we’re ninety, I’ll die fucking you. Just. Like. This.” He swirled his hips in a circle and leaned over, pressing his weight and his cock so far into me, I could feel his dick at my navel. “Give it to me,” he growled through his teeth.

“Already gave it, baby.” I reminded him of the earth-shattering orgasm, which had led to me to the floor. Jesus, the man was a machine, moving his hips, taking me nice and slow in even thrusts.

Wes shook his head. “No, need it again. Want your pussy squeezing my cock in that vise. Want to come with your cunt on lockdown. Together, sweetheart.” He kissed me and tugged on my bottom lip, and then started again. Knowing exactly what I needed, he slipped that hand between us once more, twirled his magic thumb, and gave me long, slow thrusts until the muscles of my core clenched, and then my groin, limbs, and everything in between did exactly as he said. Locked down. “That’s it. Oh, Mia, so good.” He pressed deep, held still with the base firmly planted within my body, and let his release go. My sex milked him dry. When the aftershocks left him, he fell over me, rolling to the side and taking me with him.

A goofy grin slid across his face while what seemed to be a sense of peace washed over him. “Feel better?” I asked on a giggle.

He opened his eyes and lifted a hand to my cheek, cupping it. “I’m always better when I’m with you.”

“Me too.”

“
P
oppet
!” Judi greeted me, her arms open wide. I trotted over to her and hugged her. She moved back and focused on me, her eyes assessing. “I am so very pleased to see you, love.” Her English accent was sweet and made every word that fell from her lips sound like sugar and spice and everything nice.

I smiled. “Happy to be here, Judi.” I inhaled the scrumptious scent of garlic, grilled onions, and green peppers. “What’s for dinner? Smells divine.” My mouth watered at the thought of food. I’d not eaten anything on the six-hour flight from Miami to Malibu except for a granola bar, and after the limo romp, I needed some serious sustenance. There was no way I’d be able to keep up with Wes’s insatiable appetite for me if I didn’t carb up.

Judi’s eyes twinkled as she walked back into the kitchen. “Comfort food. Something to remind you of home.” She glanced at Wes and rolled her eyes. “Pork chops, fresh grilled veggies, a parmesan cous cous, and warm garlic bread. How’s that sound?”

“Heavenly.” She had me at pork chops. I’d been eating most meals out the entire month. Anton and Heather were not big on eating in, mostly because they didn’t have time to grocery shop, and since they moved around so much, they didn’t employ a cook. Anton had enough money though. He should definitely look into hiring a nutritionist to help keep that body fit and healthy. He worked on it enough. If he ate less rich foods, he wouldn’t have to work so hard. I made a mental note to tell Heather my thoughts the next time I texted. Now that she was officially Anton’s manager, she’d need more time to focus on that and not what he wanted to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Judi led me to the breakfast bar. “Come, come.” She patted the high-back stool. “Tell me about what you’ve been up to the past year.”

Tell her what I’d been up to? Hmm. A filtered version would work. “Well, I’ve been all over. Portland, Chicago, Boston, New York, DC, Hawaii, and Miami.”

She nodded and stirred the sauce she was warming in the skillet. “And did you meet anyone of interest?” Her neck quirked, but her eyes bored into mine.

I grinned. “I met a lot of someones, Judi. Made a bunch of new friends.”

“And my Sonny, is he your friend?” She asked in that motherly way only someone who was your nanny before she was your house attendant would do.

Leaning forward, I put my elbow on the counter and placed my head in my hand. “I think you know Wes is more than a friend.”

Her eyes rose, and a hand went to her chest. “Do I? I know no such thing. Enlighten an old woman of the coming and goings.”

I giggled at the phrase
comings and goings,
thinking about the wild limo sex we’d had minutes ago, but stopped when her eyes cut to mine. “Sorry. Um…” I tugged a lock of hair and wound it around my fingers. “I guess you could say that Wes and I have come to an agreement. We’re together.”

“Together.” Her tone was accusatory, and I didn’t understand why, and then she added a full-on harrumph. What happened between walking in, hugs galore, and dinner offers, to an all-out attitude problem?

“Is something wrong with us being together?” I asked tentatively.

She shook her head. “No, no. Whatever would give you that impression?”

“Uh, you’re acting a little off, Judi. Did I say something that offended you?”

Judi leaned forward and patted my hand that was resting on the counter. “Not at all, love. It’s just that I know when you left, my Sonny missed you terribly. Then that snobby woman came around now and again, and I worried.”

Ah, I see. “Gina. It’s okay. I know all about her.”

“And you don’t care?” Her eyelids slanted into slits.

I thought carefully about how best to respond. Not a lot of people would understand our relationship. Hell, I didn’t understand it half the time and definitely not now when it was so fresh and new.

Licking my lips, I inhaled deeply. “Wes and I have always had feelings for one another.” She nodded as if this information was not at all surprising. “And we’d not lost touch this entire time, but we weren’t in a committed relationship. He was free to do as he wished, as was I. Now that we’ve come to terms with what’s happening between us, we’re taking the time to feel it out and just appreciate it day by day. Does that make sense?”

She shrugged. “It’s none of my business, but I do like to see the smile on my boy’s face when he walks in with you on his arm. He’s been planning all week for your arrival. Making sure you had some things to wear, which he put into
his
closet, I might add.” She grinned one of those knowing smiles that only motherly types could. The kind that said she knew something you didn’t, or had some awesome wisdom to impart to you that would blow your mind.

At her words, I laughed. “So he moved me right into his room, eh?”

Her smile was beaming. “Yes, and I’ve got instructions to take you to your apartment tomorrow with a couple of helpers to box up and move all of your things. He wants you to bring them here.”

“Um, what?” Shaking my head did not help me assimilate any faster what she’d inferred. “He wants me to box up my apartment and move in, move in? As in,
move into
this house permanently?”

Her eyebrows narrowed. “Isn’t that obvious?”

I smacked the counter. A stinging pinch rolled up from my palm and out. I clutched the sore hand with the other and rubbed out the sting. “Looks like Lord Channing and I are going to have to have a little chat later. Don’t make those plans tomorrow.”

Judi patted my hand again. “Oh, love, you really don’t know what you’re dealing with. That appointment will stay with the movers tomorrow. I’ll be ready to lead the pack at ten.”

This time I was the one with the narrowed gaze. “I’m telling you it isn’t happening.”