The Other Man (West Coast Hotwifing) (8 page)

The front doors opened onto a tiled entryway, with a half wall on the right that looked over a dining room, which was indicated by the low-hanging chandelier in the center. The house was empty of furniture. Straight ahead, two steps down brought you to an open area, probably the living room, with a big hole in the middle of the parquet.

“That’s going to be fixed next week,” the agent said, following Zoe’s gaze.

She and Spence exchanged looks.

The floor plan was excessively open, too much for Zoe’s taste. Beyond the living room was a wall of windows and a sliding glass door to the pool deck. To the right of the front entry, they could see back into the kitchen and a large room that was obviously the family room. Zoe and Spence followed the agent to the guestbook sitting on the kitchen island.

“All the cabinets have been replaced, new countertops, and all new appliances.” The floor, however, was an old-style linoleum made to look like red bricks.

Zoe signed and picked up the flyer next to the book. The agent’s name was Millie Hargrove, the house was 2500 square feet, priced at $299,000, with four bedrooms, two full baths, one half.

“Where are you folks from?” Millie asked.

“California,” Spence supplied.

“You’re thinking of moving to Florida?”

Spence smiled, took Zoe’s hand, and raised her fingers to his lips. “We’ve discussed retiring out here so we’re getting the lay of the land, so to speak.”

“Marvelous,” Millie enthused. “I’m sure you’re shocked at what you can get for your money. And no earthquakes.”

Zoe’s face was burning from the loving kiss and the heated look in Spence’s eyes. “No earthquakes, true,” she said, trying to concentrate on the mission, “but what about hurricane insurance? Isn’t that very expensive?”

“It’s actually wind insurance. The further you are from the coast, the cheaper.” She quoted a cost that was relatively close to California’s earthquake insurance.

She asked about property taxes and homeowner’s association fees and how much it cost to run the air conditioner, all the practical questions, while Spence held her hand. He stroked her palm sensuously, then dropped her hand to put an arm around her, running his fingers up and down her arm until she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. She wasn’t going to remember a single sentence of the information Millie doled out.

Millie flourished her hand again. “Take a look around. The laundry room and half bath are there”—off the kitchen and next to the garage—“and the bedrooms are in the back.”

The door was on the opposite side of the family room. Spence put his hand to the small of her back, devilishly close to her rear, and pushed her ahead of him.

“You are a bad, bad man,” she whispered as soon as they were in the bedroom wing.

He dropped his palm to her butt and squeezed. She slapped at him, stifling a girlish giggle Millie might overhear. “It needs work,” she said. All the bedroom doors had cat scratches on the bottoms, and the main bathroom on the left needed a complete overhaul.

She led him into the master bedroom which had a large two-sink bathroom. Spence pulled her into the walk-in closet and pushed her up against the wall.

“What are you doing?” she whispered hoarsely.

“You got me all hot and bothered talking about insurance and property taxes and HOA fees, and now I want a little sugar.” He drawled, imitating Millie, as he shoved his hands up her dress. “Thank God your lipstick is already gone so we won’t have to worry about fixing it.” Then he covered her mouth with his, kissed her hard, his tongue deep.

She protested with a moan. Well, it might not have been a protest, especially when he slipped inside the elastic of her panties and stroked her. Her arms, which should have been pushing at him, wrapped around his neck, and she curled her leg low on his thigh, giving him better access to all her private, aching, needy parts.

He caressed her, then delved deep inside her with two fingers. “Christ, you’re wet.”

She moaned, rocked against him, matching the rhythm of his fingers as he circled her clitoris. It was crazy. Millie could walk back here at any moment, her footsteps masked on the carpet. Yet Zoe clung to him, begging for more. Putting her head back against the wall, she breathed hard, gasped, and clamped her teeth down on her lip to keep from crying out.

“You’re gonna come, baby,” he whispered. “Right here, right now.”

She held on by her fingernails, digging them into his shoulders. He worked her harder, sweeter, until she felt her body implode, then shoot out, stars bursting behind her lids.

Chapter Seven

He held her long moments as her body quaked, until finally she lowered her foot to the floor. He righted her panties, smoothed her dress, then licked his fingers clean of her sweet taste. His gaze locked with hers, she was so close he could see her pupils dilate.

“You are bad,” she whispered, her voice a low, sexy pitch, lips tipped in a seductive curve.

“I thought I was being very good. Bad would have been if I’d lifted your dress and fucked you.” He leaned in for a quick, delicious kiss. “Which I wanted to do, by the way.”

She slapped his arm lightly. “This was better. It was all about me.” She pushed him aside and exited the closet with a provocative saunter that got him hard again. After he’d tried so hard to tamp down his body’s natural reaction. Thank God the shorts were loose.

Her voice carried from the kitchen. “Thanks so much for all the information, Millie. I’ll keep your card for the next time we’re here.” She held her hand out to Spence. “Baby, we have to get to Ocala by three.”

He took her hand and the endearment she offered. There was a softness to her features and a difference in the way she walked, a sway that was absent when they’d entered the house. A man would look at her and think sex on a stick. Millie looked and didn’t know what she was seeing, maybe a multiple personality.

Spencer followed her to the car. It was a good thing it was her rental and she had to do the driving. Because he had plans.

* * * * *

“Stop that. I’m going to have an accident.” Zoe trapped his hand on her thigh before it slid under her dress. It was raining again, fat drops that forced her to put the wipers on high.

“Spoilsport,” he grumbled, but he didn’t stop stroking her thigh.

Half an hour past that sexy play in the closet, her body was still humming, ready, waiting, begging for more. Spence hadn’t stopped touching her. She’d had to swat him more than once. God help her, she loved it, though. She hadn’t felt this sexy in God knew how long. Yes, there was more to marriage than sex, but she’d missed the desire. She’d missed the flirting.

They passed through an intersection on the two-lane highway, with one gas station, a small grocery, and a barn on the three corners, an empty lot on the fourth. She didn’t catch the name of the town before it disappeared behind them and the greenery rose on either side of them again, tall, spindly trees. Birch, maybe, he couldn’t be sure.

He leaned in to nibble her ear. She swatted him once more. “You’re incorrigible.”

“I’m hot for you, baby. And I didn’t get an orgasm in the closet. Maybe I should drive and you can blow me.”

She laughed out loud. “I’m not letting you wreck my rental car.” Her mouth watered for him. She should have at least tasted him when they were in the closet.

“I won’t have an accident. I can come and drive at the same time.”

She shot a sideways glance at his smug expression. “You’ve had a blow job while driving?”

He gave her a cocky grin. “For sure, dude. More than once.”

“You’re a complete slut.”

“And proud of it,” he quipped.

But there was more to him. She’d sensed that last night when he’d talked about the young lover who had died.

In the swish of the wipers, brake lights flashed ahead of her. She slowed and came to rest behind a line of cars. Now that she’d thought about it, she hadn’t seen more than a couple of cars coming in the opposite direction for at least five minutes.

“What’s going on?” She couldn’t see past the stalled vehicles to determine the holdup, but ahead, drivers were climbing out of their cars.

“I’ll check,” Spence said.

“You’ll get soaked.”

But he’d already opened the door and stepped out into the rain. Rounding the hood, he walked a couple of car lengths, stopped to talk to another driver, then headed back.

His polo shirt was plastered to his skin, his hair soaked to the color of dark copper. “Tree down across the road. It must have just happened because there’s no emergency vehicles on scene. Some guy’s trying to move it with a winch on his truck, but so far, it’s not budging.

“Damn.” She didn’t want to have to drive back here tomorrow.

“Let’s turn around and see if the GPS reroutes us.”

“All right, fine.” It’s not like they were getting through this way. She eased out until she could see the lane was clear, then made a U-turn. The few cars she’d seen coming from the opposite direction had probably done the same thing.

“Okay, where to?”

“It’s recalculating,” he told her, turning the GPS in his direction so Zoe couldn’t see it. She was content, however, to let him navigate.

If she recalled correctly from her mapping, there was a road that bisected the national forest, then hit another road that would loop around to Ocala. It might have been the intersection they’d passed through earlier.

“Okay, it’s coming up. Make the next right.”

“I don’t remember a road there.”

“Here it is.” He pointed to a break in the tree line.

Zoe turned onto what was little more than a dirt track that curved around to run parallel to the highway through the trees. The rain obscured the street sign. “This can’t be right.”

“It probably loops back to the main road past where the tree’s down,” Spence said reasonably. “Just keep going. We can always turn back again if it doesn’t work.”

They bumped along through ruts filled with water, the rain a deluge on the windshield. At least the hard-packed earth, long baked in the sun, hadn’t turned to mud yet. The windows began to fog around the edges, and she turned the air conditioner higher.

“This is ridiculous,” she said.

“All right, turn in there.” Spence indicated a small clearing by the side of the road.

She pulled in head first, intending to back out in the opposite direction.

“A little more,” Spence directed.

“What for?” She had plenty of room to back out without hitting the trees on the other side.

“A little more,” he insisted.

She rolled her eyes, but did what he said.

“Now turn off the engine—”

“What?”

“—and get over here.” He patted his lap.

“You’re crazy.” But her heart was starting to beat wildly. “Someone else could follow their GPS into this maze.”

He grinned. “I seriously doubt it.” Reaching out, he wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her close. “I wasn’t following the GPS. I saw this track when we drove by.” He kissed her hard. “So I figured we could use it while we wait for them to clear the tree.”

“You tricked me.” She wanted to laugh.

“Get over here,” he whispered.

Zoe didn’t resist, scrambling over the console to tumble into his lap. “I haven’t made out in a car since I was a teenager.” Straddling him, she tucked her legs down the side of his in the seat.

“Ever fucked in one?”

She braced her hands on the seat behind him and shook her head.

“There’s always a first time.” He shoved his hands up the skirt of her sundress.

The rain battered the roof and, without air conditioning, all the windows were fogging over. With the trees surrounding them, they were in their own world. It was a tight fit in the compact—thank God he wasn’t taller—but vacuum-packed to him like this, she could feel every ridge and bulge between her legs.

She raised a brow. “You just want some because I got an orgasm in the closet.”

He played with the edge of her panties. “Oh yeah, I want some.” He slipped inside the elastic, caressing her slowly, maddeningly. “I want it bad.” He kissed her once, backed off. “Sitting with you in the car, smelling you, all that hot, sexy woman, yeah, I want it.”

Holding the seatback, she rocked on him, stroked his cock with her body. He shifted, pulled his hand away, let her direct.

“Mmm,” she murmured, closing her eyes to relish the sensations.

He pulled down the elasticized bodice of the sundress. Her breasts spilled into his hands, and he bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth.

An electric jolt rushed through her, straight down to her clitoris. She ground herself against him, the friction almost as good as when he’d had his hand in her panties back there in the closet.

“Did you ever do this with one of your men?” He asked the question, then went back to tormenting her nipples.

He completely seduced her. “No. Never like this.” Looking back on those one-night stands, they’d all been rote. The usual thing. Some of them satisfying, some of them not so much. “Never, ever like this,” she muttered, curling her palm around his neck and holding close as he sucked and she rocked.

“Let’s get those panties off, baby. I wanna be inside you.”

It was awkward; she didn’t care. He pushed the dress to her hips as she settled back down.

“Will you look at that pretty pussy?” He put his finger to her center, circling her.

She hummed with pleasure, hunched over him, watching his fingers playing her. “Yes, just like that.” She gasped. “Oh yeah.”

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.” He licked his fingers, went back to her. Her hips undulated, increasing the pressure. “Now reach into the breast pocket of my polo shirt.”

She dipped inside to draw out a condom package. “You were carrying this around in the breast pocket of your shirt the whole time we were talking to Millie?”

He grinned. It was wicked. It was sexy. “I saw her looking at the outline of it a couple of times. Think she knew what it was?”

“Probably. That’s why she didn’t come back to the bedrooms. She was afraid of what we’d be doing.”