FillingtheVoid (2 page)

A long, exasperated, groaning sigh left Dane. That wasn’t
the sound Naomie wanted to hear. He should be panting hard and getting excited
like she was. Instead he backed up a step and dropped his hand from her breast.

She looked over her shoulder at him, meeting his gray-eyed
gaze. “Big D?”

“Sorry, sugar. As much as I want to play with you, I can’t.”
He drew his fingers out of her slowly, as though savoring the sensation for as
long as he could. Once free, he raised his hand to his face and inhaled loudly,
taking in her scent.

Finally able to get her leg down, Naomie nudged the ball
aside and faced her husband with her hands on her hips. “Why can’t you?”

“Work. I’m up early because of a project that needs doing.”
Before she could say anything, he grinned at her and flicked her nipple ring,
making the dangling jewel jingle. “And I don’t mean you.”

“You didn’t say anything last night.”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t let me get any sleep if I had.”

“Damn right. You owe me sex and lots of it, especially after
what you just did.”

“Have to take a rain check.”

She eyed his bulge straining for freedom. Dane couldn’t be
comfortable. His groping had gotten both of them primed and ready. She asked in
a hopeful voice, “Not even a quick quickie? I’m sure the neighbors wouldn’t
mind.”

“Nope. No time.”

She passed her tongue over her upper lip. Dane watched her
mouth with open lust. That amused her. She was naked and her pussy was so wet
the insides of her thighs were almost soaked but her mouth had all his
attention. Her tone turned husky when she asked, “A quick blow?” She pursed her
lips in a kissing motion.

Dane swallowed loud but shook his head. “I wish, sugar. I
really do. I’m cutting it close as it is but I couldn’t pass up your open
invitation.” He licked the fingers he’d had inside her. “This much will have to
sustain me until I get back.”

“So you’re coming home early, right?”

“Nope. Regular time.”

“Dane.”

“Naomie, don’t start. You know I don’t want to be at work
when I could be home fucking you. But work is what I’ve got to do. No amount of
pouting or seduction will change that. I’ll be back at the regular time.” He
slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest with his hand
gripping her ass.

Though she pouted and wanted to argue more, she still gave
Dane his goodbye kiss. They had both vowed, when they got married, to never
leave the other without a kiss—no matter how pissed off or how busy. The kiss
was a requisite. It calmed most arguments because their passion for each other
eclipsed everything else.

Naomie wanted to wrap her legs around Dane’s waist, hug his
wide shoulders and rub against him until he forgot about work and everything
else except getting his dick inside her. She didn’t. Work paid for their
lifestyle and money didn’t come without work. Besides, Dane loved his job. It
was his dream career and one he’d fought hard to get. The only time he
complained about it was when it interrupted their fun.

Like now.

Their tongues passed over each other, petting and tasting
the other. Dane squeezing her ass signaled the end. Naomie summoned up enough
willpower to back away from her man so he could leave. She even crossed her
arms over her chest so he wouldn’t be tempted to come back. It also tamped down
her temptation to run her fingers through his short, black hair that was styled
in a perfect, sleek side-comb style. Doing so would start a chain reaction she
wouldn’t be able to stop.

Dane must have interpreted her posture as irritation because
he sighed again. “I’m sorry, sugar. I am. I’ll make it up to you when I get
back.”

“How long?”

“I told you, the regular time.”

“No, how long is this early morning crap?”

“The rest of the week.”

“The rest of the…that’s four more days. Dane—”

He stopped her words with another kiss. This one quick and
ending with him sucking her bottom lip. “Love you, miss you, want you every
single second of every day. I’ll see you later.” He straightened and headed for
the door.

Naomie didn’t have anything else she could say so she waved at
his retreating back. He called a greeting to John as he got in his car. She
watched until Dane pulled out of the driveway and his taillights disappeared
from view.

“Damn it.” She kicked the exercise ball, sending it bouncing
across the room. The sparse decor meant it didn’t hit anything breakable, not
that she would have cared if it had. Her entire morning was shot, along with
all the other mornings for the rest of the week.

Dane had done the right thing not telling her about his
overtime last night because she would have woken his ass up and gotten hers
before doing her exercise or skipped exercise altogether in favor of doing him.

She found herself pacing without realizing it. This was the
energy she usually expended with Dane. Morning sex followed by a soothing bath
and a quick catnap before she officially started her day.

The morning sex had gone to work. She was too pissed off to
enjoy a soothing anything and that meant the nap wouldn’t happen either. A
frustrated sound left her as she stalked to the master bedroom. She needed to
get out of the house. Staying there thinking about it would only make her
angrier.

It took a little bit to find her running pants. She didn’t
wear them that often since she didn’t go running, at least not since moving to
this house. She’d done it a lot at the old place as a way to burn off energy
from sexual frustration. Those had been the days before Dane’s promotion to his
current job. He’d been working long hours and not able to accommodate Naomie’s
appetite. He’d tried, bless him, the man had tried but she’d seen the way it
was exhausting him and had decided a different course of action was needed.

Thus Naomie had taken up running—a pastime she’d thought had
ended with this promotion and the move. It seemed she would be going back to
it. She located a pair of panties and a sports bra.

Panties. Just thinking the word made her angrier. When was
the last time she’d worn panties out of the house? For that matter, when was
the last time she’d worn panties
in
her house? Naomie wore thongs if she
bothered wearing anything at all. But thongs and running didn’t mix.

She grumbled curses under her breath as she dressed and then
yanked her long, dark-brown hair into a tight ponytail that hung down to her
shoulder blades. By the time she returned to her living room, Sam and John had
retreated back to their normal lives. Sunrise was a little over half an hour
away. Naomie planned to greet the phenomenon from the top of the lookout
outside the suburb—a locale she’d visited once before with Dane when they’d
first arrived there.

After securing her player to her waist and her house key on
a chain around her neck, she headed for the hills. Literally. The suburb had a
mountain behind it. The street ended at a dirt road that led into the mountains
and the lookout.

The lookout was the reason they had chosen this
neighborhood. A single night parked there with the other cars had earned her
and Dane notoriety among the neighborhood teens. Said prestige had gotten back
to a few parents who had declared Naomie and Dane’s house no-man’s-land. But
Naomie wasn’t the corruptor of youth the wives accused her of being. Neither
was she loose or seeking sex from anyone and everyone who crossed her path. Her
skimpy way of dressing had gotten her a reputation for being easy that had
followed her from high school.

It hadn’t been true in high school or college and it wasn’t
true now. She was promiscuous, no denying that, but she had tastes and a type,
which meant she didn’t go after every guy who showed interest. Dane was the
exception. One look at him after he’d introduced himself during their junior
year and she’d skipped her afternoon classes to fuck him in an empty classroom
with her roommate acting as lookout.

That had been the beginning of their life together. No matter
how many others they took to bed, they always returned to each other for
fulfillment. It was as if they couldn’t get satisfaction with anyone else. Some
people had love at first sight. Naomie and Dane had had love at first fuck.

The line of would-be sexual partners had dwindled once Dane,
with his six-foot-six, toned frame, had started escorting her around campus.
Not dating. That didn’t properly describe the relationship they had shared. It
had been more like Dane making sure everyone knew she belonged to him. At the
same time, she’d made sure the girls on campus had known he was hers.

Possession.

They’d gotten married right out of college because they
couldn’t suffer not being together. A summer apart before their senior year had
proven that to them both.

Naomie brushed her hand over her left breast, caressing her
nipple ring. Her engagement ring. The summer between junior and senior year,
before they had parted, Dane had given her a toe ring for her left foot—placed
on the foot equivalent of the ring finger. A sort of promise ring. She’d
thought it was cute and teased him about it.

Their reunion the following fall had consisted of marathon
sex all weekend and ended with Dane proposing once they’d come up for air.
Naomie hadn’t hesitated to say yes. The box he’d presented her had held the
nipple ring—solid gold with a diamond gem ball and a dangling heart-shaped
ruby. He’d worked his ass off all summer to afford it, the matching toe ring
and the wedding band set. He’d been that sure she would say yes.

Her nipple hadn’t been pierced back then and she’d thought
nothing of having it done so she could wear her engagement ring. Of course her
parents hadn’t been happy with the piercing. Both their parents had
insisted—upon threat of separation—that she and Dane wait until after
graduation to get married, though that hadn’t stopped them from sharing an
apartment and enjoying all the benefits of wedded bliss minus legal paperwork.

Eleven years later…

Naomie twirled her wedding ring around her left finger with
her thumb as she walked to the railing at the edge of the lookout cliff.
Pushing herself to run faster than usual resulted in the desired effect. She
was breathing hard, properly tired and her upset had passed. She was able to
look over the town below as the sun rose and see the beauty of her home. It
calmed her.

“Stupid Dane,” she grumbled and then laid a kiss on the gold
wedding band.

He would be tired when he got home. She should give him a
massage. And if that massage happened to lead to sex, all the better. She
wouldn’t force it though. Not if he was exhausted. Knowing Dane, she might have
to make him rest. Maybe a hot bath would be better.

Yet again she was faced with an ever-changing decision. She
would know the right answer once she saw Dane that night. Until then, she had
the rest of the day ahead of her. She leaned against the railing and tried to
think about what she would do with her morning.

She and a few friends had a get-together planned at one.
Factoring in the hour-long drive to get there, Naomie still had six hours to
kill. If her day had gone as planned, her nap would have taken care of three of
those hours. Her run had tired her out but not enough to sleep, which was bad
since she’d only gotten three hours before her exercise routine.

She didn’t want to be exhausted when Dane got home, but only
sex—good hard sex—would make her sleepy. A sigh over the inevitable left her
lips. She would have to dig out a few of her toys and go solo. The dildo that
suction-cupped to the wall, the vibrating anal beads and the strap-on butterfly
vibrator should do the trick…she hoped. She just had to remember which box they
were in because she hadn’t unpacked them. Dane usually kept her too
well-satisfied to care where the toys were.

“Guess the honeymoon is over,” she mumbled as she started
back down the path for home. She decided to enjoy the walk and take her time,
listening to the woods around her.

The quiet suburb had filled with the sounds of loud children
on their way to school, cars carrying their passengers to various jobs, and one
lone lawnmower. The sound was out of place for a Tuesday. The husbands of the
neighborhood saved lawn work for the weekend. And then the sound made sense.

“Crap!” Naomie ran the rest of the way home. She’d forgotten
Jaime was coming this morning. Dane wasn’t the type to care for a lawn, mostly
because he hadn’t met a plant he couldn’t kill. He’d destroyed the yard of
their last house. How exactly was still a mystery and the property manager
hadn’t hesitated to keep the deposit to fix the damage. Not even weeds would
grow. Naomie had vowed Dane wouldn’t do it again.

As much as Dane hated spending money on something he could
handle himself or
thought
he could handle himself, he’d given in to
Naomie’s demands for a gardener. Jaime came once a week to do lawn upkeep and
today was also the day he got paid. She’d meant to have the check ready for him
as soon as he arrived. Not because he demanded it before starting his work or
anything like that. She’d simply been planning to be asleep by the time he
finished.

As well, she’d wanted to talk to him about doing some
landscaping. The house would look better with a few bushes or a flowerbed. It
was too late for that today. He’d already started, but they could still discuss
it for next week.

Jaime saw her coming and cut the lawnmower. The bandana
around his forehead held back the errant strands of long blond hair he kept
tamed with a rubber band. Sweat already soaked the front of his shirt. Naomie
figured that was due to the warmer than usual morning, which promised to turn
into a hot day, than the little amount of mowing he’d done so far. Given the
size of her front and back yards, he would be sweating much more. She would set
out some water bottles for him before going to have her fun.