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  “Just tell me what the fuck happened already.”

  “Man, you have a live wire there. I found her just where you said she would be—at the bar, slamming back tequila shots. I’ve gotta say, the way she shudders is any man’s wet dream.”

  “So help me, Myles, if you fucking touched her, I will fuck you up just like I did on and off the mat in college.” That got him to drop his smile quick.

  “Okay, okay. I’ll stick to the facts and keep my commentary to myself,” he said with his hands up in surrender.

  “I offered her a quick fuck and she declined, so I reserved a lap dance. Don’t hit me for saying this, but your girl is talented.”

  “What happened after that?”

  “Nothing. She danced. Then, when she was done, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and walked out,” he replied.

  “Thanks, man. I really appreciate you doing that for me. Let’s go check out the new location.”

  “Tessa”

  It was finally Saturday, and as hard as it had been, I was still good on my promise to Reese. At least I hoped he would see it that way when I told him about what happened last night.

  I was pretty sure I was going to be in the clear and he would understand that it was just part of my job. That was until I spotted him sitting in the crowd and found that he wasn’t alone. After work last night, I had done everything I could think of to get this guy out of my thoughts, including forgetting his name. But there he was, sitting next to Reese like they were old buddies. Oh My God, what if they are? What if he tells Reese about last night before I get a chance to? What if he already did and lied about what happened after the dance?

  I started to feel bile coming up into my throat and I had to fight to keep my face from showing the panic that was raging on inside. When my dance was over, I rushed backstage and hurried to strip my wet clothes off and put on my black robe. I knew Reese would be waiting for me at the bar with a fresh shot of tequila. I just hoped what’s his name was not there with him.

  Nope, it was not my lucky night. As I got closer to the bar, I could see the two of them standing there. They had their arms resting on the bar and were talking with their backs to me so they didn’t see my walking up. Remembering how it felt to ride on the bike holding on to Reese, I wrapped my arms around him from behind and pushed my breasts into his back. He jumped a little before he realized it was me. Keeping my arms around him, he turned so that he could put his around me and kissed the top of my head. I thought that if I’d had real clothes on we could almost look like Emily and Kurt when they hugged and that made me giggle a little.

  “Great set, Tessa! I’d like you to meet my friend Myles Barnett,” Reese said while turning me to face the man I’d almost come on last night.

  “Oh, nice to meet you again, Myles. Hope you enjoyed the show,” I said with an emphasis on again.

  “Wait, you know each other?” Reese questioned.

  “Yeah. He was here last night. I gave him a dance, but I need to talk to you about that, Reese. There is something you should know.” He didn’t say anything; he just looked at me. “I’ve been so frustrated this week, and I know you knew what you were doing by sending me all of those dirty texts. I mean, I almost came in my pants right in front of Sam when I read the card that you sent with the flowers, which were beautiful by the way. Anyway, I need you to know that I gave Myles a dance last night. And I almost got off. I stopped before it actually happened, but I need you to decide if my promise to you is still valid.” After the words had come out of my mouth, I realized that I had just blurted all of that out in a crowded bar, in front of the man who I’d almost gotten off on too.

  At first, Reese didn’t say anything. He just sat there staring at me with his mouth open.

  “Please say something,” I whispered.

  Instead of words, I felt Reese’s mouth crash into mine, his tongue immediately taking possession of mine as he kissed me like he would die without me. His arms wrapped around me, one moving up my neck to twine into my hair and hold me to him and the other moving lower to grab my ass and push me against him. I could feel his hard cock against my stomach through his jeans.

  He pulled back and said, “Tessa, you amaze me,” before kissing me again.

  We sat at the bar for a bit longer while Reese and Myles told me how they’d met when they had both joined both the baseball and wrestling teams as skinny freshmen at college and how, by their second year, Reese had been captain of the baseball team and they had been winning wrestling tournaments. Reese took every chance he could get during our conversation to remind Myles that he could still pin him, and I had the feeling that at least part of it had to do with me. His hand was on my leg and I felt his fingers tighten every time Myles looked over at me. A blurry memory of Reese’s fingers inside of me washed through my mind and made a heat start building low in my belly.

  The next thing I knew, the three of us were slamming our hands down on the bar in unison, demanding more Tequila-O’s from Sam, and I swear I saw her bat her eyelashes at Myles more than once. Oh boy, he was in for it.

  Reese sent me off to get dressed and we left Myles to fend for himself at The Happy Valley. I wondered if Sam had gotten her claws in him. When we walked outside, I was happy to see that Reese had come here on his bike, and once again, my thighs quivered in anticipation of feeling the powerful engine roar between them. I had no idea where we were going and I didn’t care, but when we pulled up to the same hotel I’d woken up in a few days ago, I was a bit confused.

  “This is where you are staying?” I asked Reese.

  “Come on. let’s get inside so I can finally feel you move beneath me,” he said while grabbing my hand and walking toward the door.

  This man is going to make me come before we even hit the elevator. As I took in my surroundings, it was like doing the walk of shame in reverse. I passed the same lobby and the same reception desk and we rode the same elevator up to the same floor I’d woken up on. I’d thought that Reese had left me in his hotel room the other night, but he stopped one door short, used the plastic keycard, and led me inside. Was he next door the whole night? Does he know how long I stayed that morning?

  He must have read the questions on my face because he tipped my chin up to look into his deep blue eyes and said, “You have no fucking idea how hard it was to undress that beautiful body of yours and just walk away. I didn’t sleep at all that night, knowing that you were naked in the next room. I wanted nothing more to touch you and watch you come undone again under my hands.”

  I couldn’t say anything because his words had just completely stolen my breath away. Reese moved his hands to hold my face and stared into my eyes. The passion in his felt like it was burning through me straight to my soul. His eyes moved to my lips and I instinctively wet them with my tongue. It was like waving a red flag at a bull.

  He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We were all hands and mouths as he walked toward the bed and we desperately tore at each other’s clothing. I was sure the white t-shirt he was wearing would never be worn again when I heard the fabric rip. When we reached the bed, he was dressed in only his dark blue jeans and boots. I had also lost my shirt and bra along the way. Reese let my feet fall to the floor and he took one small step back away from me, his eyes moving down from mine to take in my half-naked body as mine did the same to his.

  Seeing him standing shirtless in front of me was so much better than on a computer screen. I could see the detail in his tattoo on his arm that must have required several hours in the chair. I let my eyes skim over his smooth chest and caught sight of the edge of another tattoo on the side of his upper ribs. I knew I was going to have to spend some time looking at this amazing artwork. The rest of his body was bare and defined. I didn’t have the attention span for it right then because Reese also had those v-shaped muscle lines that act like a sign pointing to happy land.

  I reached out a hand and grabbed the top of his pants, letting my fingers wrap under the top
band of the boxers that were showing just an inch above his jeans. Even though he didn’t have any hair on his sculpted chest, I was pleased to find some hiding just below the surface of his jeans. He let me get as far as undoing his buckle and unbuttoning his jeans before he covered my small hands with his large one and pulled them away.

  “I want to taste you first,” he said, sending a rush of wetness to soak my panties.

  Using one hand, he unbuttoned my jeans and then slowly pulled my zipper down. Leaning in, he started placing kisses on my jaw and then trailed his lips down my neck. He continued to kiss down my collarbone and stopped just before reaching my breasts and pulled his head back to look at me while he moved to his knees in front of me while keeping me his hands on my hips. Seeing Reese on his knees in front of me, his eyes filled with what looked like a mix of intense lust and adoration, was enough to take my breath away.

  His lips curled up into a mischievous half smile just before he moved in and caught my nipple in them, sucking and using his tongue to swirl around the hardened peak then moving to do the same to the other one. I cried out in pleasure when his fingers dug into my hips. When he was satisfied with teasing my nipples, he began moving south again, trailing light kisses and nuzzling my stomach with his nose. I didn’t know how much more I could take when he looped his fingers in the top of my jeans and started pulling them down my legs. When he saw my royal blue thong, his head snapped up to look at my face again.

  I bit my lip, not knowing how to read the look on his face, and quietly said, “They matched the color of the beautiful vase you sent the flowers in. I thought you’d like the color.”

  “You have no idea how much I fucking love this color right now,” he growled as he reached to gently slide the silk down my legs to pool at my feet.

  Once again, he pulled back to look at me, and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I blushed from the heat in his gaze.

  “So perfect,” he whispered just before he moved his mouth to kiss the delicate skin between my thighs. I silently thanked myself for getting that wax a few days ago when I felt his lips connect with my smooth skin. I felt him breathe deep like he was smelling a rose. “So fucking perfect,” he whispered against my skin, giving me chills before moving me to sit on the side of the bed.

  Reese was still on his knees as he put a hand on each of my thighs to push them apart, completely baring my most intimate parts to him. When I felt his head dip in and his mouth close on my swollen clit, my hands moved to the top of his head and tangled in his hair. He began a torturous rhythm of licking, sucking, and biting while he kept a tight hold on my hips, grinding me to the bed. They tried to buck and move like they had a mind of their own. He had been building up this frenzy in me all week, and as my legs started to shake, he took one more long pull on my clit and then released it just before I came undone.

  Reese moved back and stood up in front of me while he said, “Not yet, but don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. Tasting you almost had me coming in my pants, but I don’t want to come anywhere but in and on your body.”

  The rough way he spoke sent another rush to between my legs. I was still sitting on the side of the bed and he was now standing in front of me. He slipped his feet out of his boots and I pulled down his jeans, his boxers going with them.

  I quickly wrapped my hand around his cock, smiling when I found that he was so big that I could not touch my thumb to my fingers. After I pumped my hand up and down a couple of times, I leaned forward and licked the underside of his cock from the base to the tip while looking up at him. The move earned me a bead of pre-cum. Letting my tongue flatten out, I licked the bead into my mouth to taste his saltiness. Using my hand as a guide at the base, I slid my lips over his head, making sure to add pressure from my tongue as I took in as much of him as I could. When he hit the back of my throat, I pulled him back out again, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking as hard as I could when I got to the bundle of nerves I knew were clustered at the tip.

  Keeping up my pace, I moved my other hand from his thigh to cup his balls and rolled them around. I slid my lips halfway down his shaft and then back up to the tip ,swirling my tongue around him while sucking. Feeling his balls begin to tighten, I knew his release was coming soon. One more strong suck and I felt a rush of hot liquid coat the back of my throat. As his thighs flexed, he threw his head back and grunted. I licked the last bit of cum off of the tip of his cock and leaned back to rest on my elbows on the bed.

  “Mmmm, you taste pretty good yourself,” I said while licking my lips.

  Without a word, he launched himself at me, pulling me all the way up onto the bed. “I finally get to feel you move beneath me,” he whispered while sinking his cock into my pussy.

  I was so wet that he slid all the way in on the first thrust. He didn’t take any time letting me get used to his size before he pulled back almost all the way out and then slammed his hips into mine again. Reese repeated the action, each time pulling out slowly and then pushing fast to fill me up again. I was trapped beneath his muscular body, my hips desperately trying match his every thrust.

  I had lost all sense of time. All I knew was the divine pleasure-pain Reese was inflicting upon my body. I felt his lips on mine, lightly at first, before his tongue demanded that I open to him. He was filling me completely and I never wanted it to end.

  I felt his lips pull away as he said, “Look at me, Tessa, I need to see you.” When my eyes connected with his, he reached with one hand to cup my breast and pinch my nipple. I lost complete control as the waves of bliss crashed through my body in perfect time with his.

  Reese collapsed on the bed and pulled me to him. He was lying on his side and I was on my back with my legs lazily hanging over his. We stayed there together in silence as I watched him move his fingers lightly over my stomach and breasts like he couldn’t stop touching me.

  Suddenly, his hand stopped, and I turned my head to look into his eyes when he said, “You do know this doesn’t qualify as a second date. I’m still holding your bra and panties hostage.”

  “Just promise me you won’t cut them. They deserve a better death than that,” I said, picturing him ripping them from my body. He let out a full body laugh that made my legs jiggle. “Stop that. You’re making me jiggle,” I said with a laugh.

  Reese took that as an invitation to release a full-on tickle assault on me until I was squealing and laughing. When he went for my feet, I felt the need to warn him, barely getting the words out between laughs, “If you tickle my feet, I will not be held responsible for any damage done to you!” He took that as a challenge, but just as his fingers touched the arch of my foot, he quickly changed his mind when my other foot came inches from connecting with his jaw.

  We settled back into a comfortable position, breathing hard.

  After a moment, he said, “I’m in town for the next few weeks and I’d like to spend them with you.” He must have seen the look of alarm in my eyes because he quickly followed up with, “No commitments. Just a few weeks and then I’ll be going back home.”

  Could I do that? Could I see him again, knowing that there was an expiration date, an end to what we were doing? My mind started reeling, the questions spiraling out of control. What if he got attached and turned into a stalker? What if he had a wife and family at home? I might be a self-proclaimed slut but I could never do that to another woman. Fuck. If I were honest with myself, I knew that I really liked him so far, and the sex was mind blowing. But I couldn’t help wonder, What if I am the one who gets attached and he still leaves? Can I handle that?

  I looked up to see him waiting for an answer and said, “I need to pee.” Then I jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom.

  After I relieved myself, I stood at the counter and stared at myself in the mirror. The longer I looked, the more I didn’t recognize myself. I didn’t do relationships, and yet here I was, seriously thinking about agreeing to his request. I turned on the cold water and splashed some on my face. Then I used the bar of
soap on the counter to wash my makeup off and pulled my hair up into a ponytail. If he wanted to spend time with me, he should know that I didn’t look glamorous all the time. The real Tessa was a no-makeup-wearing, ponytailed, jeans-and-t-shirt kind of girl.

  I found one of his white t-shirts on the towel rack of the bathroom, checked to make sure it was clean enough to wear, and slipped it over my head. After checking myself once more in the mirror, I turned and stepped back out of the bathroom. Reese had put his boxers back on and was sitting up against the pillows on the bed with his legs stretched out before him and crossed at the ankle, his hands linked behind his head with a huge smile on his face.

  “Tessa, you are the most magnificent creature I have ever seen.”

  Okay, he earned points for that one. I walked over and sat on the side of the bed. “How many weeks is a few weeks?”

  “Four, maybe five if I’m lucky.”

  I bit the inside of my cheek and twirled my ponytail around my finger for a few minutes, trying to make him think that I was still considering it when really I knew my answer had been yes since before I’d run into the bathroom. I let go of my hair, put both my hands on the sides of his face, leaned in, and kissed him. Then I whispered, “Deal.”

  He pulled me to lie beside him and kissed me until my toes curled. “One more thing, Tessa,” he said as he slipped his hand under the t-shirt and rested it between my legs. “For the next few weeks, this belongs to me.” Then Reese pulled the shirt over my head and moved the covers up over my body. “Get some sleep, Tessa. We leave early in the morning.”

  I sat straight up in the bed. “Leave? What do you mean we leave?” I asked.

  He tugged my feet back out from under me so fast that it forced me to lie down again. “In the morning, we are going to my house for a few days. Now sleep.”

  "I want an Oompa-Loompa!" ~ Veruca Salt