Give Me More (12 page)

Bo thought he would come in his pants at the sight of Spring in the red lace thong. It was so low on her it barely covered anything. What purpose did those things serve besides torturing the hell out of him? He began removing his clothes quickly as he watched Spring slide back onto the bed. When she turned over on her stomach and positioned herself on her hands and knees, he thought
his
knees would buckle.

Holy shit!
He knew thongs slid between a woman’s bottom, but this thong was a sight to see. Bo couldn’t believe he was looking at a string of pearls sitting snuggly against the folds of her sweet, wet pussy and between her luscious cheeks.

“Oh, woman, you will be the death of me.” Bo’s voice was low and husky as he’d finished shucking the last of his clothing. “Damn, that is one beautiful sight.”

“I wore them just for you.”

“Good, because I have got to taste your pearls, minx.”

Bo stepped up close to the bed and ran a finger up and down the length of the pearls. He smiled when he heard Spring suck in a breath. He leaned forward and spread her cheeks apart and ever so slowly ran his tongue from her clit, where the pearls began, to the crack of her cheeks.

Spring clenched the covers for a moment and moaned. “Do that again.”

“Hmmm. How did that feel, Spring?” he asked as he caressed the pearls and her folds with his fingers.

“It…it was surprising. Your tongue caused the pearls to massage my pussy and clit just like you would with your fingers.” She rocked her hips, trying to get him to lick her again. But Bo seemed mesmerized by the pearls. He kept stroking them. She needed him to stroke
her
.

Without any warning, Bo ran his tongue the entire length again. She was still just as responsive as the last time they had been together. As much as he would like to play with her pearls, he had to get them off of her. They were blocking his path. He had to touch, taste, and feel her heat with his fingers and tongue. He couldn’t wait to fall deep into her slick, overheated pussy. Two weeks had been too damned long. He pulled the thong down her hips and thighs.

“Turn on your back, baby.”

“Okay,” she whispered. She knew what was about to happen.

Bo finished removing the thong and tossed it to the floor with the rest of their clothing. “Move to the middle of the bed, Spring.”

“Okay.” She was barely breathing. Her body was on fire, and she could only remember the word “okay.” She could feel her juices flowing past her folds. How was it possible for her body to instantly burn and prepare itself for him? She knew the answer to that question. She belonged to him, heart, body, and soul. There was no point in denying it.

Bo climbed onto the bed. He positioned himself in front of Spring. He parted her legs, cupped her ass, and brought her pussy quickly to his mouth. He knew the move surprised her, and yet, the way her nipples pebbled let him know that she was just as turned on as he was. He watched her as his tongue reacquainted itself with the feel of her folds. She smelled sweet as honeysuckle and tasted even better than the last time he’d made love to her.

Bo wanted to take his time and relish every inch of her body. His cock, on the other hand, had different ideas. He held on just a little longer. He had to taste her. Bo used his thumbs to open her folds, watching her juices flow.

“Touch your nipples, baby.”

Spring didn’t say a word. Her eyes were glued to Bo’s. She simply put her hands in motion until she found her breasts and thumbed her stiff, sensitive nipples. She couldn’t help but squirm at the sensations flowing through her body.

He lapped at her opening, enjoying the taste and scent of her. So focused on her sweet taste, Bo almost missed her low moans of approval. Almost. He had to hold tight to her bottom to keep her from squirming out of his grasp. She was about to have an orgasm. Her first one of the night.

“Are you ready to come, baby?” He knew she was. He saw it in her eyes.

Spring licked her lips as she began squeezing the tips of her nipples. “Yes.”

“Mmmm, I’ve missed this, sweetheart. You get so wet for me. I can’t wait to feel you coming on my tongue.”

Spring let out a soft moan as she stared at Bo.

Moving her bottom back down on the bed, Bo moved to his stomach for a better position. Spring wasn’t the easiest person to hold on to when she came. He spread her legs out further. He brushed his thumb over her clit and relished in the sight of her hips thrusting upward from the caress. He wrapped one arm firmly around her waist. Bo sucked gently on her clit once more and then pushed his tongue inside of Spring.

He fucked her with his tongue as he thumbed her clit. It didn’t take long before Spring dropped her hands to the bed and clawed at the sheets. She rode his tongue as she cried out. Bo replaced his tongue with two fingers when Spring began to slow her thrusts as her orgasm calmed. Once she loosened her grip on the sheets, Bo kissed her wet pussy and slid up her body. He placed butterfly kisses on her stomach.

Once he reached her stiff nipples, he sucked one into his mouth as his hand stroked the other. Spring arched her back, pressing his head closer to her breasts. He sucked harder. She burned his body with her moans. He switched to the other nipple before sliding up to greet her lips.

Spring smiled up at him as he hovered over her naked body. “Hey,” she whispered.

“I love you, minx. You know that, right?”

“Yes. Can I have your cock now?”

Bo laughed hard. Spring could lighten the mood and turn him on all at the same time. “I will give you whatever you want, minx.” Bo pressed his cock against her entrance. “Take what you need, baby.”

Spring wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her. It wasn’t slow or gentle. She wanted rough and hard. She wanted to be able to remember this. She wanted to wake up the next morning and still feel him inside of her. She screamed when she had pushed him completely into her. This time Spring did not wait to adjust to him. Spring began thrusting her hips up and down on his cock.

“Dammit, minx. You’re going to make me come too soon.” Bo kissed her deeply and passionately. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and tangled with Spring’s tongue. He knew the moment she tasted herself on him. She moaned and grabbed hold of his shoulders tighter. It was as if she was afraid he would leave at any moment. He would remedy the situation.

Without pulling out of her or breaking their kiss, Bo wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled over until he was on his back and Spring was on top of him. Apparently, she agreed with the new position.

Spring sat up on Bo and grinned like a kid in the candy store. “I’ve got you now, Bo.”

He grinned right back her. “I’m all yours. Take what you need. I’m just along for the ride.” Bo caressed her back with both hands. He watched her as she moved up and down on his cock. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

Spring leaned down and kissed Bo. She sat back up and placed his hands on her breasts. “Keep them there, okay?”

“You’re the boss.” Bo was enjoying this. He had a feeling he was going to be in a bit of pain after this, but he did not mind whatsoever.

Spring rode Bo’s cock like she was on a mechanical bull going full speed. She let any and all inhibitions fall to the side. She held Bo’s gaze as she screamed out her orgasm. As she felt another one coming her way, she reached behind her and caressed Bo’s balls. He opened his legs wider for her and thrust into her as hard as he could. Her hair bounced up and down, blocking her view of Bo. He yelled her name and pulled her to his chest.

Bo fucked her harder and deeper as he came, wrapping his arms snug around her back, holding her in place. It felt as if he wouldn’t stop coming.

“Oh, God, woman, look what you do to me!”    

Spring could only brush her lips against his and hold on for the ride. As Bo began coming down from his powerful orgasm, he pushed one more out of Spring. She collapsed on him in exhaustion. Bo’s arms spread out beside him, spent.

Spring stepped out of the shower with the biggest grin on her face. She couldn’t help it. While she showered, she had flashbacks of what had taken place in her bed.

Apparently, they had fucked themselves into exhaustion, and she had fallen asleep on top of Bo. His semi-soft cock still rested inside of her. A few gentle caresses across his eyebrows and lips, and he awoke, ready to go again.

They had made love two more times before they finally cuddled in each other’s arms and fell asleep. They never got around to eating the dinner Spring had prepared. It didn’t matter to her. Their lovemaking had been off the charts. Now it was early morning, and Spring could not lie in the bed any longer.

She dried off and slipped into one of her sleep shirts. She brushed her hair and teeth and stepped out of her bathroom to find Bo sprawled out on his stomach, still fast asleep. Spring grinned as she tiptoed out of the room, gently closing the door behind her. As Spring made her way to the kitchen, damn near skipping along, a realization hit her. Hard.

They hadn’t used a condom once last night.

“Oh, hell, the elevator,” she whispered to herself as she walked over to the stove. She placed both hands on the counter as she tried to remember it all. “Shit.” There were several times they had had sex in Las Vegas and didn’t use a condom.

Silent tears fell down her face. She couldn’t believe how reckless and irresponsible she had been with Bo. It was bad enough that she had fallen into bed with him so fast, and now she realized they hadn’t used condoms any time they had sex last night.

“We have to have a talk when he wakes up,” she told herself. Talking to herself out loud made her feel a little better. Spring wiped the tears and tossed last night’s dinner. There was no point in crying now. The damage was done. Now she would have to worry about a possible life they may have created. Shaking her head, Spring pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind.

Spring walked out of the kitchen and into her living room. Something sitting by the door caught her attention. It was a bag. The bag Bo had when he walked into the house. Spring smiled and picked it up. She figured he must have bought her a present. She hadn’t gotten a chance to look at it considering they’d jumped each other at the door.

She walked over to her sofa, plopped down, and set the bag on the floor. She opened it, and there were several things inside. There was a folder pressed against one side and something soft wrapped in peach tissue paper from a very exclusive department store that she frequented. Spring picked up the item wrapped in tissue paper first.

Inside the tissue paper was a replica of the silk peach shirt she wore when she had first met Bo in the restaurant in Las Vegas. He’d bought her a new one, just like he said he would. Spring could only smile as she felt a tug at her heart. He really was a sweet man. She dropped the tissue paper back inside of the bag, folded the delicate shirt, and placed it on the coffee table in front of her.

Next, she pulled out a leather folder and opened it. The first thing Spring eyed was a Nevada marriage license. She was about to close it and place it inside the bag. Maybe Bo dropped it into the bag by mistake, she thought, until she caught sight of her name.

“What the hell?” She kept her voice low as she looked over her shoulder towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Once she realized the coast was clear, she turned back around and read the license carefully. After two more times, Spring realized this was not a joke. It was a legitimate marriage license. There was even a copy of the application inside of the folder. She was stunned. How the hell had they gotten married and she not remember? When was Bo going to tell her? Anger boiled up inside of her, replacing the happy emotions she had been carrying around.

When Spring placed the two pieces of paper down beside her, that’s when more paperwork inside the folder pocket caught her attention. She slammed the folder shut instantly. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. She had to read the papers that were still inside the folder. Spring once again opened the folder and pulled the papers out.

What type of asshole brought a marriage license and divorce papers to another person’s home?

Spring was so engrossed in reading every line of the divorce papers that she did not hear Bo walk into the living room.

“Shit.” He groaned as he shoved his hand through his black curls.

Spring jumped up from the sofa, sending the papers falling to the floor. She turned on him. Her anger flared.

* * * *

“Spring, let me explain.” He padded around the sofa barefoot with just his jeans on.

Bo saw the hurt and anger in her eyes. He knew he was screwed. He wanted to have a talk with her first before they got to this point. But now, he knew it would be useless. She had come to the wrong conclusion, and he was positive of it. How was he supposed to defend himself when it looked as if he had already lost her before he truly had her?

As good as he looked, Spring wanted to kick his ass. “I think this is self-explanatory.” She put her hands on her hips and stood her ground. “Let me get this straight. We’re married?”

“Yes, but…”

She put out her hand to stop him. He was standing so close to her, when she stuck out her hand, it landed on his bare chest.

“Only answer yes or no.” He nodded his agreement. Spring began again. “According to the marriage license, we married on that Saturday night.”

“Yes.”

“At the Wed-A-Thon?” She held her ground, but she was weakening. What the hell happened that night?

“Yes.”

“Why can’t I remember any of this?” Her hands began to shake, and she ran them up and down her arms.

Bo took a step forward, and Spring took a step backwards. She watched as he raked his fingers through his hair. She didn’t want him touching her. Shit.

“According to secondhand information, we got pissy drunk that night. You’re not alone in this, Spring. I still can’t remember any of it.”

Spring held Bo’s gaze as another thought occurred to her. “When did you find out we were married?”

Fuck. He knew he was in trouble now. “The Monday after you left Las Vegas.” He told her how he had found out from his sister, Sloane. Exhausted, Bo slumped down on the sofa. He realized Spring had seen her present. But she still had two more. If he could get her to calm down for a moment, he could turn things around.

“So let me get this straight. I don’t hear from you for two weeks. You finally call me because your ulterior motive is to get me to sign divorce papers?”

Damn! He knew she had jumped to the wrong conclusion. “Spring, let me…”

“You don’t need to explain anything, Bo. I can damn well read. You show up at my house, fuck me, and then
fuck
me again with divorce papers. You could at least have had the decency to tell me I was a married woman.”

He couldn’t get a word in edgewise. Spring had begun pacing back and forth, yelling and crying all at the same time. If she would just let him talk for a moment, he could clear this all up. If he could…

“You came to tell me we were married and ask for a divorce all in one smooth swoop. Did it occur to you that I might want to stay married to you? Or that I might want to try to see if we could make a go of it?”

“Spring…”

“Shut up, Bo. I’m not finished yet.”

Was he in the twilight zone? She was asking questions, but she wouldn’t let him talk. How was he supposed to clear things up if she wouldn’t let him talk?

“You come into my home and fuck me senseless, and what? You were going to slide the papers on the bed in between orgasms?” She paced back and forth. Her mind reeled.

How dare he come into her home and not talk to her about this. She was in love with the man, but clearly this had been one-sided from the beginning. He didn’t love her. He never had. If he did, he would not have brought divorce papers. They could have talked about this civilly and then taken action either way. At least she should have been given the option.

“Minx, I had no intention of doing something so shitty.”

“Don’t call me that. Never again.” Spring spun around to face him. She had to get him out of her house. She couldn’t stand to look at him. She wanted to throw up. She didn’t want to say something she would truly regret. Spring knew that words could hurt.

“I want you to leave.” Her hands shook as she spoke. She really wanted him to stay and hold her, but he was the reason for her behavior. He had to go.

“No. You need to let me explain.” How the hell was he going to make her understand anything if she would not sit her pretty ass down and listen to what he had to say? Spring was wrong, and he had to speak his piece. It was only fair.

Spring’s eyes grew wide. “What the hell do you mean, ‘no’? I want you to leave. I don’t want to hear what you have to say. You knew we were married and said nothing. When I finally see you, you have divorce papers in hand. I believe everything has been made clear, Bo. You didn’t love me or care about me. I was a fool. A silly fool to believe you in Las Vegas.” She plopped down in an oversized chair across from the sofa and covered her wet eyes with her hands.

“I should have known better. This is all my fault. You cannot build anything from a one-night stand. I can’t believe I told you I loved you, only to have you lie to me. I will sign the papers and mail them back to you, so you can sign them as well. Please leave, Bo.
Please
.”

Bo sat quietly on the sofa as anger began to boil inside of him. It was his turn to be upset. Spring wouldn’t let him speak. She didn’t want to listen to what he had to say. Well then, fuck it. He was done with this bullshit. Bringing the divorce papers was a good idea after all. He had only brought them because he was afraid she wouldn’t want
him
. Unfortunately, he was correct.

He rose silently from the sofa, retrieved his clothing from the bedroom, and returned. He watched Spring turn her red, wet eyes on him, but she didn’t speak. Bo stalked across the room and paused when he reached the front door. He turned to find Spring standing behind him.

“When you get off your fucking high horse, Spring, try looking inside the bag one more time. If you would have taken everything out of the bag the first time around, none of this would have happened. You won’t hear from me again. I promise.” Bo turned and left without another word, closing the door softly behind him.