Home Is Where the Heat Is (12 page)

They scurried along the wall away from the dance floor and into an empty restroom built for one occupant, male or female. He lifted her up on the long counter and pressed her back against the mirror. Claire arched as he trailed his hands down the length of her body, tracing lines and stroking curves. He stepped between her spread legs and bent down to kiss her bulging breasts through the sheer fabric confining them. Her fingers twisted in his hair, guiding him lower.

“Please,” she whimpered.

He dropped to his knees and shoved her skirt up. Red satin panties blocked him so he yanked them down. They caught on her boots, but she helped him wrestle them off. He pressed her thighs open and kissed the tender flesh; his tongue uncurled and touched her wet pink pussy.

“Oh God!” She clamped her legs around his head, but he shoved them apart, exposing her to the glaring light and his mouth.

Sweet honey dripped from hot flesh as he tasted her, plunging his tongue inside and stroking, then circling the outer edges, teasing her clit. He closed his lips on it and sucked while she shuddered and moaned.
Mmm… fuck her with my aching dick.

A voice came from outside, and then someone knocked.

Chapter 8

Claire gasped as the door burst open. JT jumped up and moved in front of her.

A man stood and stared, one hand on the doorknob and the other at his belt buckle. “Oops, sorry.” He grinned at JT. “Nice job, man.”

“Get out.” JT forced the words between his teeth.

The guy backed up and closed the door.

Claire’s heart hammered in her chest.
Caught!
That man had seen JT licking her… he’d seen her spread legs and everything in between. “Oh God.” The room spun, and JT caught her as she teetered off the counter.

“Are you okay?” He pulled her close.

“I don’t know.” A stranger had seen her in a most vulnerable position. She should be shocked and appalled, humiliated or embarrassed. But a hint of pride and secret excitement fluttered in her lower abs. She retrieved her discarded panties, and JT helped her tug them over her boots. She pulled her skirt down, then turned and splashed cool water on her face while he adjusted his pants. “Holy shit.”
I’m swearing?

“Yeah.” He ran a hand through his tousled hair. “I forgot to lock the door. I’m so sorry.”

She shrugged. “I forgot too.”

He raised an eyebrow as he studied her face in the mirror.

She glanced down at the counter, trying to hide her eyes from his penetrating gaze.

“You are a bad, bad girl.”

“Shut up!” She spun and slapped his shoulder. “We need to go now.”

JT laughed and slid in front of her as he opened the door. “You’re still here?” he said.

The guy who’d interrupted them adjusted his pants and smiled at Claire. His deep brown eyes sparkled, and the tip of his tongue slipped between his lips as he surveyed her body.

Cute. Why’d we throw him out?

JT clenched his fists and stepped forward.

The intruding stranger stood his ground. “Full pitcher of beer creating an urgent need.”

JT rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ.”

The guy ducked past them and shut the door. Claire laughed when she heard him turn the lock.

“I’m glad you’re laughing.” JT moved closer to her, pressing his lips against her ear to be heard over the pounding music. “This could’ve gotten really ugly.”

Claire stiffened. She glanced at the closed restroom door, then brushed his hair back from his ear. “You think he could’ve turned us in?”

“Possibly. Or you could’ve freaked out.”

“I’m okay.” She closed her eyes and recalled the moment the stranger walked in. An intrigued grin had lit up his eyes, and a swift bulge had filled out his pants. “He liked it.”

JT laughed in her hair as he ground the ridge in his jeans between her thighs. “Think he would’ve liked to watch?”

“Oh yes,” she sighed on his neck as his hard, warm body trapped her against the vibrating wall.
Watched by a stranger.
Just thinking the words shot a wild thrill from her nipples to her still-throbbing clit.

“Maybe,” JT flicked his tongue along her throat, “he would’ve liked to join us.”

Claire moaned and tried to picture how that might’ve worked. With the long counter supporting her entire body, JT would’ve continued licking her hot pussy while the other man kissed her aching breasts. Spread out for two men like an erotic buffet.
Sweet fucking mercy!

“He’s still in there.” JT curled a finger under her chin and met her gaze. “Should we ask him?”

Before she could answer, the door opened and he stepped out. Her gasp caught his attention, and he grinned and blew her a kiss, then disappeared at the bar.

He’d say yes.
Her favorite fantasy within her grasp… if she chose to pursue it. “No.” She shook her head even as the idea battled for acceptance. “Not tonight.” She smiled at JT and shivered at the dark desire in his eyes. “I want to give you my full attention.”

“Mmm….” He leaned down and kissed her, slipping his tongue past her lips and teasing her deepest, darkest wishes. He cupped her breast, but a good amount of flesh escaped his grasp.

Another set of hands would’ve fixed that.
Oh I wish….

He laced his fingers with hers and pulled her toward the exit. “Let’s go.”

They dashed down the cold street to the parking lot, shivering while he fished out his keys and let her in. She scooted across the seat, but he pushed her back against the passenger door and buckled her in place. “But I thought you wanted to grope me at red lights,” she complained.

He grunted. “If I do, I can’t be trusted to get you home safely.”

“I have no problem with that.”

He shut her up with a lingering kiss, then started the truck.

Claire pulled her coat over her like a blanket until the heater filled the cab with warmth. She tossed the heavy wool aside and stretched, drawing JT’s gaze to her sheer top.

“Stop it.”

“What?”

“Teasing me. I can’t do anything while I’m driving.” He blew through a yellow light. “If it wasn’t so cold outside, I’d pull over and fuck you under the street lights. You’d like that.”

Hell yes.
She giggled and arched her back just to hear him groan. But tormenting him tested the limits of her control so she reined it in. “Weren’t you supposed to turn left back there?”

“I could’ve, but this way is quicker.”

Good.
“I didn’t know that.”

“I grew up in Denver, and I’ve worked all over the city. I know every street, every neighborhood, and all the secret passageways and hiding places.”

“That’s how you beat me home.”

“Yep. You can’t run from me, sweet thing.”

“I’ll never do it again.” She reached over and stroked his thigh, stretching her fingers toward his crotch.

He stepped on the brakes and screeched to a halt at a yellow light. “Get over here.”

She unbuckled the seat beat, flung it over her shoulder and nearly crawled on top of him. JT wrapped his arms around her and bent her back, kissing her mouth, her neck, and her barely covered breasts.

The light turned green but he ignored it. He turned on the hazard lights and slipped a hand under her shirt and into her bra cup, pulling at her stiff nipple. Her breasts popped free and he licked the hard buds through the invisible fabric.

Claire squirmed under him, clutching his hair and moaning. Illicit sparks shot from her nipples to her thighs. She dropped one foot on the floor and rubbed her aching mound against the rigid bulge in his pants. A shadow moved over them, and a figure appeared outside the truck.

A knock rattled his window. “Need help?”

JT bolted upright while Claire lay motionless on the seat. “No.” He switched off the blinking lights. “I got it under control.”

“Okay.” The helpful driver nodded and walked back to his car.

Caught again!
Claire grabbed her coat and pulled it up to her chin. “We gotta stop doing this.”

JT put the truck in gear and waited for traffic to move. “You’d better restrain yourself again.”

“Me?” She repositioned her bra and sat up. “You’re the one who—”

“I recall wandering fingers.”

“Oh, right.” She snapped her seatbelt and shifted to adjust her bra, flinching as the wire stabbed her in the ribs. Her breasts ached from being confined so long. By this time of night, she usually took off her clothes and curled up in bed with a trashy book—but tonight she’d have a real man under the covers instead of a fictional one. She couldn’t get naked soon enough. “Do you have any idea how much I want to strip my shirt off right now?”

His eyes glittered as he turned into her neighborhood. “Wait till we get back to your place. We’re turning all the lights on this time.” A faulty street light flickered on, shining a spotlight into the truck as if to emphasize the point.

They jumped out of his truck as soon as he pulled into the driveway. She fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock her front door with shaking hands while he fondled her from behind. The door flew open and they tumbled inside. She’d expected him to rip her clothes off within seconds, but instead, he walked through the house and flipped on every light switch he could find.

Claire pulled the living room curtains closed, chiding herself for letting fear get the best of her. She turned on a lamp while JT stood back and flashed an approving smile. Her abs quivered as she contemplated how to take full advantage of her brightly lit home. “You weren’t kidding.”

“Nope.” He pulled her under the ceiling light and let its brilliant glow bathe her body. “I know you prefer to be seen.” He circled her, studying her from all angles.

Tingles raced along her skin where his gaze caressed her. The man touched her more intimately with a single look than others did with their hands. A shudder rattled her spine. “More like a craving than a simple preference.”

He moved to face her, a knowing gleam sparkling in his eyes. “A fetish.”

She gasped as the word singed her ears. “Yes, I have a fetish.” The admission both frightened and freed her.

He trailed his fingertips down her throat into the V of her shirt, stretching the neckline as he hooked a finger in her bra and pulled her close. “Share it with me.”

She laid her hands on his hips and pushed him back toward the couch. “I don’t know where it’ll lead us.” Claire’s heart pounded and her pussy dripped as she rose up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. She flicked her tongue along his lower lip. “I’m a little scared.”

He nipped her mouth. “I’m not.” His knees buckled and he sat down, taking her with him.

Her tight skirt slid up her thighs as she straddled him, grinding her hot mound on the hard ridge in his jeans. An idea blossomed in her mind, a once favorite fantasy dismissed after her striptease failed to motivate Will.
What am I thinking?
She sat up and brushed her hair back from her flaming face, but the desire wouldn’t be denied. “I have this incredible urge to act out my lap dance fantasy.”

He grinned and laced his hands behind his head, leaning back to get a better view. “Don’t fight it, Rebel.”

“Are you up for this?”

He cast a meaningful glance down at his straining zipper. “Ya think?”

Giddy giggles seized her as she tossed her inhibitions aside.
This man!
He understood. He knew her naughty desires might take them down a kinky road, but he
encouraged
her. She unzipped her boots and kicked them to the floor with a satisfying thud. He shifted under her and rubbed his crotch, but he didn’t touch her.

She spread her bare legs over him. “Have you had a lap dance before?”

“A few.”

She braced her hands on his rock-hard thighs and squeezed her breasts between her arms, amplifying her cleavage for his pleasure. “You’re not allowed to touch, right?”

“Nope.” He stretched his arms along the back of the couch.

“Too bad.” She grabbed his hands and placed them on her thighs. “See, in this performance, touching is encouraged.”

“Mmm….” He stroked her hot skin. “I like your fantasies.”

“All of them?” She bent forward and let her hair fall over his face.

JT grabbed the back of her neck and twisted her ear to his mouth. “Especially the one you won’t talk about.”

Pain shot down her spine, ignited by his ragged breath and fueled by the fire between her legs. He’d brought up the threesome fantasy twice now, and she’d changed the subject both times. If a lap dance had been unlikely, then a ménage tryst took her completely off reality’s map. But she sat on his thighs, stripping, touching, doing all the things she’d given up on doing again with a man who enjoyed playing with the forbidden as much as she did. Maybe? Possibly?
No, I couldn’t….

He tugged on her panties and brought her back to the present. Sitting spread-eagled on his lap presented a practical problem. She wanted to keep his hands on her body, but she’d have to stand up to get her skirt off. Pushing and pulling her clothes out of the way, while hot, wouldn’t do the job. The bright light demanded complete and unashamed nudity.

She slid off him and pushed his legs apart, stroking his thighs while he groaned and grabbed her ass and pulled her close. Her skirt slipped off easily, but her panties stretched tight as she pulled them across her hips. He slipped a finger between her wet lips to tease her clit and she gasped. “That’s not helping.”

He laughed and jerked the clingy satin down to her ankles. “Better?”

“You tell me.” She kicked the useless garment over the couch then planted a foot on his thigh, giving him an up close and personal look at her gleaming pussy and swollen clit.

“Oh yeah.” He grunted and unbuckled his belt, allowing the tip of his cock to peek from his waistband.

“Ooo….” She reached down and stroked the silky head, circling with her fingertips while he sucked in his breath and squirmed. “Feels nice.”

“Uh-huh.”

She sat down over his lap again, inviting his touch. His hands invaded from the front and back, probing and cupping her needy flesh. She struggled with her shirt and heard stitches pop as it caught on her elbow. “I need help with this.”