Eight Days a Week (8 page)

“What are you waiting for?” she whispered, and I buried one finger deep inside her. I pulled out and worked her with four fingers before sliding the one back in. My mouth went to her nipples again, and her head fell back, giving me more access. She gripped my shoulders while her legs and stomach tensed, and then she released that moan she’d been holding in and came on my hand. The sound she made was so loud I hoped there was enough distance between the neighbors’ houses that they couldn’t hear.

Her hips were still making small thrusts against my palm as she rode out the intensity of her orgasm. She shivered, and her nipples hardened further, still heaving in front of my face. I pulled one in between my lips and sucked hard.

Her thighs stiffened, and she hissed. “Don’t stop.”
 

I released my fingers from her and gripped her knees, then kneaded my way up her hips and rib cage until I had a breast in each hand. I squeezed her nipples, pulled on them, sucked until she leaned forward and rested her chin on my head. Lifting herself up, she ran the length of my shaft between her thighs, rubbing me against her wetness and gripping the base of my dick in her palms. Using her own lubrication, she moved up and down in tempo with her hand.

I hissed against her chest as she both rode and worked me.

My breath became ragged. Her movements sped up, and she gripped me tighter, pressing into me and creating a warm, slick barrier.

Her legs began to shake, and she rose higher to hit her clit with the head of my dick, then slid me down against her opening and across and away again. My hands roamed her sides, up over her ribs, down her thighs, anywhere they could grip while she breathed heavy and ragged in my ear.

I didn’t want even an inch between us, but I was really close and I doubted she would come from rubbing up against me like that. I pulled her hair, angling her face up so I could kiss her again, and slid my other hand between us. Using two knuckles, I feverishly circled them against her until she had to pull away.

“Oh God.” She stiffened and shook as I sucked her breast into my mouth, her body trembling above me as a new sheet of wetness crept down my cock.

Her hand stilled as her second orgasm rocked her, and the pressure of her squeeze was driving me to the edge. With one quick pump, I was done for.

I rocked her off me as fast as I could and pushed her farther down my lap so my come wouldn’t get inside her. My hand clamped down over the top of my cock as I twitched and pulsed in her fingers, spilling into my own palm while she watched.

With a satiated look, she brought her face to mine and pulled my bottom lip in between her teeth to suck and nibble along the swollen skin.

Don was in a coma.

“You should clean up.” Her hands trailed across my scalp and down my cheeks to rest on my chin. I nodded while she scooted to the side and off my lap.

“Wait,” I said as she bent over to retrieve her panties.

She looked up. “Don’t ruin it, okay? We’re just drunk. Alone.” Her smile was unapologetic. “Horny.”

I wiped my palm on my pants and shimmied out of them to stand naked in front of her. She craned her neck, and I reached out a hand to her shoulder, turning her around so I could get a full view.

I smiled. “I was just going to say you’ve got an amazing body.” I wasn’t lying. It was hard to believe she had two children.

“Oh. Thank you.” She blushed.

I dropped to my knees and ran my hands across the swell of her ass cheeks, giving one a playful smack before I leaned forward and pressed my teeth into the soft skin.

She moaned and pressed back into me.

“You like that?”

She took a step and sighed, shaking her head.

Grinning, I pulled her onto the floor with me, taking her shirt from her hands and throwing it across the room. “Stay here. We can have a sleepover.”
 

“Oh my God. Andrew Lyons, are you a snuggler?” She gasped in mock surprise.

“Maybe tonight.”
 

She pressed her back against my chest, and I placed a kiss on her shoulder. Then I pulled two pillows off the couch and lay the blanket across us as I settled in. Brushing her wayward hair out of my face, I breathed against her neck. “I just want to hear how many times you call my name in your sleep tonight.”

“So cocky.”

I slid a leg in between hers and buried my dick against her back. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”

Chapter 7

A Hard Day’s Night

I woke up in a quasi-postcoital haze on the carpet with a killer headache and funk in my mouth. Alone. A glance at the clock told me it was a little after noon.
 

Never one to let such things bother me, I got my happy ass up and went downstairs to take a shower. And that’s where I stayed until it was time to go to Xander’s bar. Marlowe cancelled at the last minute, but Gwen said she was inviting Tess, so it was looking like two chicks and me. Not a bad way to enter a bar.

It had been eerily silent in the house since I’d woken up, but there’d been numerous times I’d fought the urge to go find her, knock on her bedroom door, and drag her down to my room to get a little further than we had the night before. At nine, I heard footsteps above my head, and my first instinct was to run up the stairs and tackle her. But I needed to play it cool since she’d left me on the living room floor and avoided me all day.
 

I slipped on my hat and pulled on a flannel over my favorite gray T-shirt, then waited to see if she would knock.

She walked right in.

What was up with this woman and her lack of knocking?

I stood in the kitchenette, feeling more anxious by the second, while I listened to her tentative footsteps across the floor.
 

“Ready, Dee?” she asked, shy and quiet.

I turned and stared at her. She had never looked so . . . delicious. Skinny little jeans tucked into knee-high brown boots, and a long blue shirt that let just the right amount of her tits make an appearance. Her hair was all wavy, and she had shiny lips and black stuff around her eyes.

I narrowed my eyes and scratched my head through the beanie. “You look amazing.”

“Um, thanks?” Her laugh was infectious, and I joined in.

Then, growing serious, I crossed to her and stood a foot away. “Have you been avoiding me today?”

She shook her head. “I couldn’t sleep on the floor, and you were out cold, so I went to my bed. I didn’t wake up until right before noon, and I had some work to do. You were gone when I came back downstairs.”
 

So she’d come looking for me, too.

“Just checking.” I extended my arm and dangled the keys to the I-Have-No-Balls Wagon in front of her. “You want to take the Daddy Mobile?”
 

She scrunched up her nose and nodded.

The ride to the Black Hole was quiet but not as awkward as I’d anticipated. Knowing we were out
together
, with every intention of going back home
together
, made the drive more bearable. Had I been riding in the car with her, dressed like that, without knowing where we stood, it would have been excruciating.

As it was, we’d embarked on new territory the night before. And I wanted an encore before the kids got home.

We pulled into the parking garage, and I jumped out to open Gwen’s door in an attempt to be a gentleman. She blushed and thanked me, and we rounded the corner toward the bar.
 

“Tess!” Gwen shouted. And then I had to shut my mouth because it had fallen open.

The woman was beautiful with an air that said she didn’t give two rats’ ballsacks about it. A guy can smell high-maintenance and snobby a mile away, but this one thought she was ordinary. Like Gwen. Birds of a feather and all that shit.

She lit up as we approached and then opened her arms for a hug. When they released each other, she stepped back and raked her eyes over me and smiled. “You must be Andrew. Gwen wasn’t lying. You’re hobo chic.”

Gwen’s face blushed bright red, and she scanned the ground by her feet.

“Been talking about me?” I asked.

She made a face and started toward the line, but I waved at the doorman and he let us inside without a hassle. The lighting was so dim it was almost impossible to see anything until we got past the thick, black velvet curtains leading into the bar. After that, our entire equilibrium went to hell in a hand basket.

The bar was dedicated to the Black Hole and its ill effects on the human psyche. The floors were just a smidge off center. Some chairs were tall and some were short. The lighting was dim and blue. The ceiling was blacked out with lights that blinked at different times.
 

I peered into the darkness and just made out the form of my sister leaning over the bar and talking into Xander’s ear.

“Cece’s here.” I pointed her out, and Gwen pushed up on her toes to look.

A wry look crossed her face. “How are you even related?”

I leaned in to her ear and inhaled to take in her scent before warming her with my breath. “She’s been taking Ritalin since she was nine. Stunted her growth. And she dyes her hair.”

Gwen’s eyes grew wide and then clamped shut. “You are just
terrible
for giving up that information.”

We sidled up to the bar, and I tapped Cece on the shoulder. When she turned to look, I stepped to the side, out of her vision. When she spun the other direction, I grabbed an ice cube from an abandoned glass and dropped it down the back of her silver sparkly halter top.

Cece screamed and jumped off the stool to shake out the cube. Then she turned and glared at me before flicking me on the arm. “You’re an ass.”

A short, stocky blond guy rushed around behind her and patted her on the back while looking me over. “You okay, Cece baby?”

She nodded and rolled her eyes. “My brother is just a third grader in a grown man’s body.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re Andrew.”

“Yeah?” And who the hell was this guy?

“DJ Jimmy. Don’t mess with Cece around here. All of these guys will kick your ass, blood relation or not.” He gave her a peck on the cheek and grinned at Gwen and Tess as he disappeared in the direction of the DJ booth.

Xander called me over with a whistle and a jerk of his head. “First round is on me. But you call a cab if you get too bad off, Drew. Got it?”

I leaned back against the bar to take a look around. I hadn’t been there in years, but it was the same. That made me happy. Very few things stayed the same.
The Smurfs
.
The Simpsons
. The Black Hole. That about covered it.

The girls were huddled together, and I took the opportunity to fill Xander in on the SexLympics that had been performed the previous night.
 

He shook his head as he wiped down the bar. “Just be gentle with her.”

“Nah, she likes it a little rough,” I said and took a swig of my beer.

He stilled and leveled a glare on me. “I’m serious. She doesn’t need somebody dicking around with her just to be a prick. Especially someone who’s only working for her to get his inheritance. She’s better than that. I feel bad about helping you do this, just so you know. If you’d told me who she was, I wouldn’t have.”
 

“Because she’s Cece’s boss? Why the hell do you even care? It’s not like you know her.”

He turned away and went to take another order.

DJ Jimmy spoke into the microphone to introduce a solo act, and Ian emerged with his old, beat-up guitar. He smiled, adjusted the mic stand, and then began playing the same song from last night. Gwen wrapped her hand around Tess’ arm and squeezed.
 

Tess turned to Gwen and mouthed, “
Yes
.”

At least it wasn’t Gwen falling all over him.

DJ Jimmy sauntered over and slipped in between the girls, resting one hand on Cece’s waist and the other around Gwen’s.

He leaned close, talking low enough for just the four of them to hear, and I was itching to punch his mouth. My hat was making my head sweat from the amount of heat escaping my scalp. The beers I’d just thrown down didn’t help either.

Gwen cut a sly look in my direction and quirked an eyebrow. I shrugged and looked away, pretending to be absorbed in Ian’s last few chords onstage.
 

That seemed to be Jimmy’s cue, and he slipped something small and white to Gwen before he jogged back up to take the microphone. His number. She shoved it into her pocket.

What the hell?

I was pretty sure I could get some numbers to piss her off if I needed to. I just didn’t give a shit. I wasn’t interested in competing with a ponytailed DJ in tight black jeans and a black T-shirt, like that shit was cool or something. He looked like a roadie.

Jimmy started his next set and waved to Cece, Gwen, and Tess, a smarmy smile on his face while he announced that the next song was for his “girls.”
 

Cece grabbed Gwen and Tess and pulled them onto the stage to dance. All the men in the place seemed to have tunnel vision as they bounced and pressed up against each other. I was going have to knock some teeth in.