All Messed Up: Windy City Kink, Book 2 (4 page)

“Oh my God.” Her lips curved up.

“Yeah. You can imagine the dough ball in his gut. It gets better though. Then he rolled around in the flour, which somehow got wet from his water dish, maybe dripping off his face, I don’t know, and then he was covered in glue. He was stuck to the leather couch when we got home.”

Mallory burst out laughing and he chuckled with her.

“You grew up in Chicago?”

“Just outside, actually. What did you do last weekend?”

She gave him a look. “Last weekend? Um. I went out with friends Saturday night to a blues club. Sunday I went for a run.”

“You run? Cool. Me too. How far’d you go?”

“What is this, twenty questions?”

He grinned. “Con. Ver. Sation.”

“I run about five miles, a few times a week.”

“Awesome. Ever done a marathon?”

“No. No desire to. I run to stay healthy. I don’t need to kill myself.”

“So in your spare time you run, go out with friends… You like music?”

“I love music. All kinds. And dancing. My friend Paige and I take hip hop lessons.”

“Now that I’d like to see. What else?”

“I work a lot.”

“That’s not fun.”

“For me it is. Or, it used to be.” She grimaced. “I go shopping with my friends, and I volunteer once every two weeks at a seniors’ home near my place.”

“Really. What do you do there with the old folks?”

“I dance with them.” She hitched a shoulder. “There’s a group of musicians who go every two weeks. They play some old songs that the seniors know. There are a few of us who volunteer and we get some of them up dancing. The ones who aren’t in wheelchairs. It’s sweet to see how much pleasure they get from something so simple.”

“Yeah. That’s really nice. Okay. What’s your favorite day of the week?”

“Definitely Saturday. I love my job, but I love sleeping in and going shopping, or for a mani-pedi and lunch, and then out Saturday night. You’re not answering any of these questions.”

“I like Saturdays too. Although my work hours can be a little irregular, depending what’s going on. Are you a saver or a spender?”

She paused and looked at him. She blew out a short breath and shook her head. “A saver. Definitely.” She gave a firm nod.

“I’m a spender. But I’m working on learning how to save better. I’m not in debt or anything,” he assured her. “I just like to have good toys. And I have to have good equipment for my job.”

“You have to pay for it yourself?”

“Some of it, yeah.” He shrugged. “So, your life sounds pretty settled.”

She nodded slowly. “Yes. Settled. That would describe my life.”

He smoothed back some hair that had fallen in her face. “Why don’t you sound happy about that?”

“I’m happy. My life is exactly how I want it. My career is important. I have some good friends.”

“You didn’t mention skydiving as a hobby. Or zip lining.”

She choked. “Um. No.” A thrill ran through her at the thought of zip lining. But that would be crazy.

“Or sex, drugs, and rock and roll.”

She tried not to wince.

“Oh wait, you did say you like all kinds of music.” Their eyes met. “And I get the feeling you like sex.”

She blinked slowly. “What gives you that idea?”

“Babe.” He slid his hand around the nape of her neck and into her hair. “Nobody kisses like that who doesn’t enjoy sex. You are sex on wheels.”

She swallowed, her tummy doing a little flip of lust. Again. His fingers in her hair had sensation rippling down her body. And the way he looked at her… Their gazes caught and held. Temptation. Heat rippled through her when his gaze lowered to her mouth as if he was thinking about more kissing. And her lips parted in unconscious invitation.

He bent his head and their mouths met again.

Oh yeah. She did like sex. She liked it a lot. And she had a feeling she’d like it even more with him.

His mouth moved on hers, slow and sensual. His fingers trailed down the side of her neck to her shoulder, pausing to stroke over her throat. And then his hand moved lower still, beneath the blanket he’d tossed over them, excruciatingly slowly. Her breast swelled and ached, longing for his touch, and finally his hand closed over it and squeezed, so gently. She let out of a long moan of pleasure, conscious of the need to keep it quiet.

“Sssh,” he whispered against her lips. “Mallory, you feel so good.”

He gently kneaded one breast then the other as he kissed her again, kisses that grew hotter, more urgent, demanding. Their tongues tangled. He bit gently on her bottom lip then drew his tongue over the sting.

The ache between her legs deepened into sharp need, pulsing with the same beat of her heart. She lifted a hand and laid it on his shoulder, holding on to him as desire swept her away.

It was as if he had some sexual power that enthralled her, making her do this when she knew it was so depraved, so wanton, sitting here making out in the airport. And again, so torturous, since they couldn’t do much more than make out.

His hand on her breast wickedly caressed her, arousal building inside her like a wildfire. His mouth brushed one corner of her mouth, her cheek, laid a series of open-mouthed kisses along her jaw then nuzzled the side of her neck. Tension coiled deep inside her, wild and fiery. His mouth opened on the skin of her neck and gently sucked while his hand found its way beneath her sweater, up to her breast where his fingertips found bare skin at the lacy edge of her bra. Delving into the low-cut lace cup, he found her nipple.

She drew in a sharp breath as she felt the tug of his fingers on her nipple as if he’d touched her pussy. She clenched her inner thighs on the throbbing there and whimpered.

She couldn’t resist a glance over his shoulder at the rest of the waiting area. And caught the eye of a woman sitting near the concourse. The woman quickly dropped her gaze.

She’d been watching them.

She knew what they were doing.

“No one can see,” he murmured. “We’re under the blanket. They only know we’re kissing, if they’re even looking.”

“Someone’s looking. Watching us.”

“Ignore them. If they want to watch us kiss, let them. Nothing wrong with kissing.”

“This is so bad.” She gripped his big shoulder and moaned again. “Don’t make me do this.”

“Make you?” He smiled against her throat. “Seriously?” He shifted their positions and then his hand left her breast and slid down between her legs. He cupped her pussy through her pants and even she could feel the pulsing there against his palm. “You want to come, don’t you?”

She let her head fall back onto his shoulder and bit her lip. God, yes. She wanted to come. She could cry with the need to come. How far was she willing to let this go?

Chapter Four

What the hell was he doing?

Joe didn’t bother to answer his own question, because his mind was pretty much empty, all the blood in his body surging to his groin. The feel of Mallory’s breasts in his hands made his dick so hard he hurt. And now he sat there, people all around them, shrouded in a thin airline blanket, with his hand on her pussy.

Even through her pants, she felt hot and damp. The way she parted her thighs slightly told him how much she wanted his touch there. Her soft sigh contained frustration and longing.

“Wanna make you come,” he whispered.

“Yes,” she whispered back. “Please.”

With her sitting almost in front of him, his arms around her, he found the buckle of the narrow belt she wore and unfastened it, then the button and zipper. The pants loosened helpfully and with his hand flat on her stomach, he slid it down inside her panties. His other hand returned to cup her breast beneath her shirt. “God, I wish you were naked. But this’ll work.” His fingers between her legs delved lower, over skin as soft as a powder puff, and he brushed her plump folds back and forth before dipping between them. “Oh yeah,” he murmured softly. “You’re wet, Mallory.”

She moaned her agreement and parted her thighs wider still to give him access. His fingers slicked through liquid heat, up and down, his movements constrained a little by her panties, but he found the tight little entrance and rimmed it with his long finger, then returned up to her protruding clit. She jerked in his arms and gasped at his touch there, and he circled it tenderly. “How’s that?”

She made an unintelligible little sound. Her hands came to rest on his forearms, not stopping him from touching her, just holding on to him. The blanket slipped off her shoulder and she quickly tucked it back behind her.

Her breathing grew quicker and her back arched a little, pushing her breast deeper against his palm. He squeezed gently, her flesh soft but firm, the nipple hard beneath her thin lace bra.

Pressure built deep in his balls as he kept up the circular rhythm on her clit. Her hips moved against his hand and arm in a pulsing motion, riding his fingers. He sensed her body tightening from her ass to her upper body and her fingers on his arms. Tiny whimpers rose to her lips and he rubbed his face against her hair. She turned into him, her nose pressing against the side of his neck, her panting breaths more audible, but only to him.

“Joe,” she gasped. “Oh my God—”

And then her hips lifted right off the seat and a slow, almost-painful sounding breath escaped her. She shuddered in his arms, her swollen clit pulsing under his fingertips. Her hands gripped his arms, pressing his left hand to her breast, holding his right hand in place at her pussy as she came in waves.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “So sweet, Mallory.”

She trembled against him, her breathing still fast and harsh, and she pressed her lips to his neck in a long kiss. When her panting slowed, she lifted her lips from his skin in a gentle suck and whispered, “Wow.”

He smiled. “Wow is right.”

“So wicked,” she murmured. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“It’s fine.” He glanced around. The concourse was darkened now and people had all hunkered down until they knew more about what was happening.

Speaking of which, what was happening? Was the flight in fact cancelled? Were they stuck in this airport for the night until the next flight? And when the hell would that be?

God, he wanted to get Mallory in a bed. Alone. Wanted to do dirty things to her.

“I’m going to go talk to the people at the gate,” he said to her, shifting her out of his arms. She sank limply back into her seat, and he made sure the blanket still covered her as she moved to do up her pants.

He was still stiff as a post though and needed a minute. He swallowed hard and gritted his teeth. She rolled her head toward him and he met her eyes. “You…?”

“I’ll be okay.” He managed a grim smile then rose to go to the gate. Other people were standing there, everyone apparently with the same questions.

“We should know more shortly,” the gate agent told everyone. “At this point we’re still hoping the plane can be de-iced.”

Great. He sucked in a breath and let it out as he returned to where Mallory reclined in the seat, her head leaning back, eyes closed, a smile on her mouth. A smile he’d put there. Warmth filled his chest along with a renewed rush of blood to his dick. Fuck, she was sexy.

“Hey,” he said softly, dropping into the seat beside her. “They’re still hoping we’re going to leave tonight.” He shook his head. “I kinda have my doubts though.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him, and it felt like he’d taken a shove to the chest. Her eyes were glowy and warm, her pretty mouth a bit swollen, her cheeks pink. “If I didn’t feel so good right now, I’d be really annoyed.”

A grin tugged at his lips. “Yeah. I know.”

“C’mere.” She moved her arms beneath the blanket to push it off her and then she snuggled into him and draped the blanket over both of them. His body went rigid when one of her hands found his dick and rubbed it through his jeans. He’d already been semi-hard, but now his dick filled and lengthened almost painfully.

His arm went around her as her fingers began working on his button and then unzipping his fly. “Mallory…”

“It’s your turn,” she murmured, concentrating. She found the ridge of his cock beneath his boxer briefs and rubbed him again, now only a thin layer of cotton between them. “I want to do this for you too…”

He grunted and lifted his hips slightly so she could work his jeans open and lower on his hips. Then she reached into his underwear and pulled his cock out, shoving the underwear down beneath his tight balls. Christ! He had to bite his lip when her fingers brushed over his sensitive sac and closed around his aching shaft.

“Hold on,” he muttered. “If we’re going to do this…” He groped for his backpack and pulled out the paper napkins he’d shoved into a pocket earlier, gripping them in his fist. His other hand rested on her lower back then ventured lower to cup one butt cheek. So firm and resilient, filling his hand nicely.

With her cheek on his chest, her hands busy beneath the blanket, he let his eyes drift closed. From behind, it would look like they were hugging. A tingling began in his lower spine as her hand stroked him up and down in firm pulls. His heart thudded where her cheek rested and his testicles drew up even tighter to his body. Fever raced over his skin and he felt sweat break out on his forehead and upper lip.

His thighs tensed and eased in the same rhythm as her hand, his ass clenching on the hard seat as pressure built. He gulped for air, his hand now splayed on her ass, holding her tight. She paused in her stroking and her thumb whisked over the head, slicking up some moisture.

“I wish I could suck you,” she whispered.

He nearly growled at the surge of lust that whipped through him, and he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Her hand went back to stroking him and the tension in his spine became painful. His balls tightened and he sucked in a harsh breath as he exploded with exquisite heat, pulsing into her hand.

“Oh yeah,” she whispered. Her hand grew slick on his shaft with his semen, and he shoved the hand holding the napkins under the blanket, still blind and nearly deaf with his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

She stayed in that position for long, lush moments, her hold on his dick now gentle and slippery, and then she fumbled around for the napkins. They somehow did a half-assed job of wiping him up and tucking him back inside his underwear and jeans.

The napkins were crumpled and stuffed into the outside pocket of his backpack for disposal, and then he wrapped both arms around her and squeezed her to his body. Her face tipped up and he found her mouth in a deep, reaching kiss that attempted to show her his appreciation for the hottest hand job he’d ever had in his life.

They were sitting like that, just holding each other, when the announcement came that their flight was cancelled. Mallory lifted her head and looked at him, and they both listened. The airline was giving out hotel vouchers so they could leave the airport for the night.

“Great,” she said with a crooked smile, pushing herself slowly away from him. “I guess that’s it then.”

“Stay here,” he said. “I’ll go get us a voucher before they run out.”

He headed back to the gate, trying to adjust himself inconspicuously. Luckily most people were focused on the airline staff, and some of them weren’t holding back their anger and frustration. Joe winced.

The morning flights were all full and they were put on the noon flight the next day. He took one hotel voucher. Deliberately.

Mallory had slipped her jacket and scarf back on and was running a tube of lip gloss over her lips. Holy hell, look at her now. A few hours ago she’d been all classy sleek perfection, with smooth shiny hair precisely cut to curve under her chin, subtle makeup and professional clothes. Now she had smudgy eyes, swollen lips, and her hair was tousled into a sexy mess around her pretty face. She was even more gorgeous.

He had to give his head a shake and focus. “Let’s move quickly,” he said. “Before everyone else gets out there and grabs all the taxis.” She grabbed her purse, he slung the backpack over his shoulder and reached for her carry-on bag at the same time she did. They exchanged a look, and then with a wry smile she let him take it.

They hit the concourse and headed to the nearest exit.

“It’s spooky here at night,” Mallory said as they strode past darkened businesses. People had curled up in corners and against walls, their heads on backpacks or makeshift pillows, airline blankets covering them.

“It kinda is.”

When they stepped outside the terminal, it was still snowing, small icy flakes that were hurled into their faces by gusts of wind. There were several people waiting for taxis so as they stood there, Mallory buttoned her jacket and wound the big scarf around her neck. She pulled leather gloves out of her pockets.

“What hotel is it?” she asked.

“Holiday Inn. Nothing fancy. But hey.” He grinned. “There’s a bed.”

“Most hotels have them,” she agreed, eyes sparkling.

They stood looking at each other, snow flying around them, and his body got all hot and his mind went blurry. Yeah, they’d had kind of perverted almost-sex in public, and yeah, that was hot, but whoa, he enjoyed being with her.

“So we’re on the noon flight tomorrow,” he said. “You don’t seem too upset about not getting to L.A. tonight.”

She shrugged. “I’ll get there tomorrow. Unless this turns into some kind of major blizzard.”

“It’s not supposed to. I checked the forecast on my phone last time we were on the plane. It’s a small storm, the problem is they just weren’t ready for it.”

“It
is
only the end of October.”

Their turn for a taxi arrived and they climbed into the backseat. The driver wanted to make conversation, so they had to tell him the story about their delayed and cancelled flight as he drove them to the nearby hotel.

The lobby was busy, as passengers from affected flights made the trip from airport to hotel, and they had to wait in a line to get a room. Voices echoed off the tile floor and walls. “Want to go sit down?” Joe asked, nodding at a nearby armchair.

“I’m okay.”

When they went to check in, Joe handed over the single voucher. He felt Mallory’s eyes on him and turned. She lifted an eyebrow. “One room?”

“One room. One bed.” He held her gaze steadily. If she really protested, he wasn’t sure what he’d do.

“That was a little presumptuous,” she said, her voice even.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Probably.” He glanced across the desk at the clerk who’d stepped away for a moment, then bent lower to whisper in Mallory’s ear. “We just gave each other mutual orgasms. And we’re about to do more than that. Repeatedly. Throughout the night.”

Her mouth tightened at the corners, her eyes regarding him with a shuttered look.

“In a bed,” he added.

Her mouth softened but she still looked at him. “Joe, I don’t know…”

Joe accepted the room key from the desk clerk, and they turned to move to the elevator. “Come on.”

They rode up in silence and he led the way into the room. It was spacious, more or less typical hotel-style but clean and newly decorated with yellow walls, bright framed prints, and a funky chair and ottoman in the corner. The king-size bed dominated the room.

“I like a big bed,” Joe said with satisfaction. He helped Mallory out of her jacket and hung it in the closet then did the same with his. “God, I want to lie down. What a fucking long day this turned out to be.”

“I know.”

He threw himself facedown onto the bed and stretched out, releasing a long groan. He toed off his shoes and let them thunk to the floor. After a moment, he lifted his head. Mallory hovered near the window. “C’mere.” He held out an arm.

She didn’t move.

Okay. They were going to have to talk. “What’s wrong?”

“You scare me.”

His heart jolted. “I scare you?” He pushed up onto his knees and stared at her. “Why, honey?” Was she afraid of being alone with him? Maybe she’d been brave in the airport with people all around them and now she was regretting being alone with him. “Okay, I don’t really have to ask that. You should be scared, alone in a hotel with a stranger. Except…it’s me.”

Her smile spread slowly across her face. “It’s not like that, exactly. It’s more that I’m afraid of what you’re going to make me do.”

He flattened his palms on his thighs, kneeling on the bed. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. I promise.”

She nodded. “I know. That’s the problem. You make me want to do things I shouldn’t do.”

He tried to work through in his mind what she meant. “You don’t exactly seem like a prudish virgin,” he said slowly. “But maybe I’m wrong about that.”

She sighed. “You’re right. I’m not a prudish virgin. But I don’t want to be the opposite either.”

He slowly shook his head. “I’m not sure what you mean by that. Hell, Mallory, there’s nothing wrong with liking sex. There’s nothing wrong with liking a little kinky sex.”