Cruise Control (Watchers Crew) (18 page)

I laughed, but my laughter was short lived as he made good on his promise. He fucked me so hard that my teeth chattered. He fucked me so hard that my toes curled into my heels. He fucked me so hard that I felt it in my ass.

An orgasm built deep inside of me, but as it came to the top of the mountain it looked from me to him, uncertain who it would listen to for permission to fly. Owl kept his mouth shut as he continued to pummel into me. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let myself go.

As I climaxed, I felt him falling down with me. Our hands entwined, our hearts beat in sync. We crashed into each other and we didn’t let go.

The sun was high when we finally crawled out of the bed and got dressed. At the door, Owl pulled me into an embrace.

“I’m not putting any restraints or constraints on you, Kira. Open or closed, it doesn’t make a difference. I just want to love you, baby.”

I cuddled into the spot on his chest that was mine and heard in his heartbeat the truth of his words.

“I know it’s going to take time to rebuild the trust we had,” he continued. “But I want you to know that I respect you and will respect your boundaries. If you want to explore other relationships, I will support you -if you want me there. Or I will stay out of your way if you need the space to do it on your own. Just know that at the end of the day, I want the opportunity to be the one who holds you.”

It was all I’d ever wanted in a relationship. He’d wrapped it in a neat little bow, a bow without any knots or passcodes, and handed it to me. I reached over into a side table and withdrew my spare key. I placed it in Owl’s hands.

He looked down at the key with a raised eyebrow. “This is a lot of power you’re placing in my hands.”

I smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek. “I trust you to not over step your boundaries.”

Owl jingled the solo key on the ring. “Maybe I can come back tonight?”

I leaned against the doorjamb and nodded, not even bothering to play a game of coyness. Because the truth was, he was offering me exactly what I wanted. “Maybe I’ll come to your crew’s party.”

He planted a chaste kiss on my brow. “If you do, I’ll be ready when you come for me, Kira."

Owl turned and walked down the hall. Not until he was out of sight and the door was closed, did I allow myself to sink down to the ground as the orgasm wracked through my body.

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Chapter Four

“Christopher,” said the older woman. “This is… I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t get your name?”

I hadn’t left my name when I’d called in earlier. I’d just said I’d be by to pick up the items. Staring into Christopher’s fathomless, blue eyes again, I lost my sense. Something inside told me to tell him everything. And so I did.

“Mary Katherine. Mary Katherine Wallace.”

“That’s a lovely name. I’m Holly and this is Christopher. Christopher, Ms. Wallace here is an author. She’s doing research for her novel.”

I expected the guy to blanch at the idea of talking about books. Instead, his blue eyes lit up. I had to brace myself by leaning into the counter from the impact. I was an absolute sucker for handsome men. It didn’t cause me much trouble. I so rarely spoke to drop dead gorgeous model types.
 

Christopher gave me his full attention. And then he spoke to me. “Anything I would know?” he asked.

I wrestled to untie my tongue. “I doubt it. Unless you read romance novels?”

“Read them? I inhaled Harlequins as a teenaged boy. The chance to get inside a girl’s head. Why would I pass up that opportunity?”

I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not? His tone was serious, but mischief clouded those blue of his eyes. Then his face sobered. The mischief fled his gaze and an intelligent front moved in.

“But I have complaints,” he said. “A lot of those books set women up for unrealistic expectations.”
 

He sat the box of anal plugs on the counter. Then he motioned me towards a table with chairs. He preceded me and pulled out a chair, looking up at me expectantly.

I was too shocked to do anything but follow.
 

“Take for example the grand gesture,” he continued once we both were seated. “It’s the guy that’s always in the wrong and has to make an apology speech. But both the guy and the girl have a part in the problem, or the misunderstanding. Then there’s the happily-ever-after. The book ends just when everything’s getting started, when we all know for a fact that every couple has their ups and downs, and many relationships don’t last the first year. My parents have been together for thirty years. They fuss and they fight, but my dad says he wakes up every morning and reaches for my mother, even when he’s mad at her.”

My toes curled up into the clouds. My ovaries had heart palpitations. On the other side of the wall, I heard the Orgasmic Meditation group. Their chants were no longer in synch. They were also no longer in harmony. Some cries rang higher, others lower.

“But my biggest gripe,” Christopher continued his sermon over the chorus of guttural praises in the next room, “is the simultaneous orgasm. Do you know how hard that is to achieve? And not all women are multi-orgasmic. But they expect the guy to do all the work, and all she has to do is lay there. That’s what romance novels teach women.”

The bell ringing over the entry door broke up the chanting and his speech. Two women entered the shop.

They were both tall with legs for days. The first was pancake thin in a low-cut blouse and hip-hugging skirt. The second was shaped like a soda bottle with a slim torso and then a flaring backside that couldn’t be real. But as I looked closer at their faces, I realized that they had to be twins.

“Hi, Ms. Holly,” they said in unison.

“Hello, girls,” said Holly with a welcoming smile. “Your order came in this morning. I’ll grab it for you.” She disappeared down the private hall.

“Hey, Crow,” purred Soda Bottle. “I hear your crew is having a party tonight.”
 

“We’re coming over,” said Pancake. “You wanna come to our place for some pre-party fun?”

“Thanks ladies, but no. I’m talking to my new friend, MK.”

Pancake and Soda Bottle glanced at me. Holly came out of the back with a package in her hands and motioned the girls over to the cash register. They went without a huff. By the time I turned back around, Christopher, or was it Crow, had his eyes back on me.

“So, tell me about your story, MK.”

I looked between the twins and him. They looked like the type of women who knew how to tell a naked man what to do. I’d never even seen a naked man in real life. This, sitting across a table from Christopher, was the closest I’d been to a man in months. “You should probably go with them.”

“I’ll hook up with them later,” he said.

“You could probably get lucky with them. You should know that’s not going to happen with me.”

The mischief returned to his blue eyes. “I wasn’t aware that I’d offered sex. I thought we were having a conversation.”

The tips of my ears burned bright red. Of course he wasn’t interested in me. Not when he had twin models throwing themselves at him. “I’m sorry. I realize I’m not your type-”

“No,” he chuckled. “You’re exactly my type, MK.”

I liked my name. I thought it made me unique having two first names. Being called two letters, by this man with an angelic face and the devil in his eyes, made me feel like a different version of myself. Someone hip and cool.

I shook myself out of it. Inside, I was the same old Mary Katherine. “I’m a virgin.”

That should do it. When I laid that bit of knowledge on the men I dated that got them leaning back in their chairs and raising their hand for the check. Christopher leaned back in his chair, but his hand didn’t rise to call forth the end of our time together. The look on his face began as a grimace, but it kept spreading wider and wider, like the Cheshire cat.

“Oh, MK.” He shook his head as he rubbed his thumb across his grinning lips. “I’ve got a thing for virgins.”

He looked at me with interest. He specifically looked at my chest with interest, like he was debating the best way to get me out of my sundress.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m waiting until marriage.”

He cocked his head, curious but undaunted. “For religious reasons?”

I was shocked that we were still having this conversation. Most guys would have run for the hills by this time. “Are you trying to figure out the rules of some game?”

He leaned back in his chair, smile still in place. “You’re the one who keeps putting your cherry on a platter. I was simply enjoying your company.”

“You’re leering at my breasts,” I said.

He shrugged, completely unapologetic. “I’ve got a thing for breasts. And your body is smoking hot. It’s not illegal to look.”

He was joking. He had to be joking. I was twenty pounds overweight, thirty if you asked my mother. Christopher was a golden god. He could go after the sure things, like Pancake and Soda Bottle who were waving goodbye as they left the shop. So why was he staying with me?

His eyes were fastened on mine. Intelligence pushing aside the mischief once more. “How are you going to write sex scenes with no sexual experience?”

The moan of a woman from the other room punctuated his question. I bit the inside of my cheek.

I looked up at Christopher, who continued to rub his thumb against his lip as he considered me. The motion was hypnotic. My tongue snuck out and licked at my lips. “Are you going to offer me some experience?”

His eyes zeroed in on my tongue. He pinched the spot on his lip that mirrored where my tongue had just landed on my bottom lip. I shut my eyes as I realized he was right. I had just offered up my cherry on a platter to him again.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t know why I said that?”

“I’m not after your panties, MK. You’re not my type.”
 

My head jerked back giving me whiplash.

“Physically, yes. But mentally, no. You’re a Mrs. Forever. I’m a Mr. Right now.”

“Meaning,” I said, “you’re not the settling down and marrying kind? Or if you did, you would cheat on your wife.”

“I’ve never cheated anyone in my life.” Christopher frowned, looking like a petulant child and reminding me of my sister’s boys. “I’ll fuck those two girls tonight. They’ll both know I fucked the other one. Hell, I’ll probably fuck them both at the same time. Might fuck another girl after that. I don’t lie to girls to get what I want. I tell them the truth, and if it’s not something they want, I move along. I’ve never forced anyone to do anything… unless they asked me to.”

Again, I saw the flash of the devil hidden behind that angelic face.

“Plus,” he continued with that Cheshire grin, “I have a short attention span. I couldn’t keep all the lies straight in my head.”

Why was I still sitting and listening to this guy? And why was I still hearing his voice reining me in from up high on Cloud Nine? He was everything I didn’t want in a life partner. Mainly, because he had no intentions of being anyone’s life partner. He worked in a sex shop. He drove a fast car and broke the speed limit. He admitted that he slept with multiple women at the same time.

“Most would say I’m more honest than they’d care to hear,” Christopher said. “I have no intentions of getting married. That’s a condition of having sex with you, right?”

I couldn’t respond. My ears were still replaying him talking about having sex with me.

“Therefore, I have no intentions of taking your virginity because that’s not a responsibility I’m willing to commit to.”

He was right. That was more honesty than I cared to hear. “So why are you still here?”

“I never met a romance writer before,” he grinned, letting go of his serious side. “I’m interested. My mother calls me insatiably curious. So tell me, how do you keep your readers interested with no sex?”

He’d picked up the conversation about my work again, as though we hadn’t been discussing both of our vastly different sex lives. My head was spinning from all the directions my attention was being pulled toward.