Finding Home (20 page)

She took forever to decide what to wear. Part of her wanted to be gorgeous, glamorous and sexy for Sean and another part urged restraint. She was going to be with some of her oldest friends, and Megan’s natural style was understated. She spent a long time staring at her wardrobe, paralyzed by indecision. Finally she picked two items, a tight black tank top with spaghetti straps and a hint of glitter shimmering through the fabric, and a dark red bias-cut silk skirt, which she loved, but hardly ever wore. She was more a pants than a skirt kind of girl.

She looked at herself in the mirror and ran her hand through her hair. It had grown and needed a good cut. Still, the tousled look worked for her. With a little lipstick, mascara, and smoky eyeshadow, the whole outfit looked good. Not too dressy, not too slutty.

Still in his sweats, Sean appeared behind her in the mirror and appraised her outfit. He scanned up and down her body in a way that made Megan’s mind immediately go dirty places.

He smiled lazily at her. “You’re looking hot.”

She smiled back. “You think?”

He walked a few paces into the room, gaze still on her. “Yeah. You look fucking sexy in a skirt.” His voice dropped low and husky. “Makes me want to lift it, push you against the dresser, bend you over and fuck you.” She could see evidence of his arousal through the loose material of his sweatpants and it made her tingle.

“We haven’t got time.” Megan was breathless despite herself. “And, Sean, we
have
to get out of the bedroom because otherwise we’re never going to make it anywhere.”

“Okay.” He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck. “But don’t expect me to behave all the way through the afternoon.”

“I didn’t, anyhow,” she whispered back, surrendering her neck and throat to his kisses. But she broke off after a minute and pulled away before her resolve crumbled. “You have to get dressed and shave off your scruff. It’s a party. I want you to look smooth and sexy and wow the girls.”

“What do you want me to wear?”
“What about your black jeans and dark blue button-down?”

He didn’t have much else available, but that particular combination made him look really hot, the blue of the shirt highlighting his eyes. Megan watched as he stripped, more at ease now with the casual way Sean dealt with nudity. He was never self-conscious. Nakedness just wasn’t an issue with him, and Megan was learning not to let it be an issue with her.

Instead, she enjoyed the show—the sculpted lines of his arms, the muscles playing under his skin as he pulled off his T-shirt, the graceful lines of his back and, as he slipped off his sweats, the tight curves of his ass, on which her gaze lingered despite her determination to get going.

Sean shot her a look over his shoulder, smirking. “Having second thoughts?”

Megan shook her head. “I’ll go get the pie. You just get ready. And stop looking so damn sexy.”

She slipped out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where the pie had been cooling on a rack, and transferred it to a large plastic container, a present from her mother who’d offered her a whole set the previous Christmas. It was probably the first time she used it, another sign of how her life had changed since Sean had moved in. She never used to cook much for herself, and she wouldn’t have tried anything ambitious for Sasha’s party on her own. She smiled as she busied herself with last minute preparations.

As she checked her watch—it was nearly 1:30—Sean came out of the bathroom, where he’d been shaving. His hair, which was definitely growing longer, was brushed straight, and he was buttoning his shirt. His eyes looked bluer than ever as they sparkled at her. He looked damned good, and Megan wondered if she’d be able to keep her hands off him.

Once more Sean drew her into his embrace and nuzzled her neck. “You sure we have to go to this?”

Megan bit her lip. “Mm. We have to. We made a pie.”
“I can think of other things to put the whipped cream on,” he whispered in her ear, then nipped her lobe. “Other ways to eat the pie, for that matter.”

“Sounds sticky and messy.” She pushed her palm against his chest and looked at him. Despite the glint of arousal in his eyes, she also thought she detected nervousness. “We won’t stay long if you don’t feel comfortable there. Okay?”

He nodded, but his jaw tightened slightly, giving away his apprehension.

The drive to Sasha’s took less than fifteen minutes. When they reached the door of the apartment, Megan’s heart thumped. This was it, the first official outing with Sean as her boyfriend, and she was nervous as hell about her friends’ reactions. She looked up at Sean next to her.

He chewed his lower lip and was bound to feel far more uneasy than she did.

She snuck out her hand and grabbed his, entwining their fingers. “Whatever happens, we’re together, okay? And these are my friends. They’ll be cool,” she whispered with more conviction than she felt.

Sean squeezed her hand and nodded.

They were the first to arrive. Stevie greeted them at the door, hugging Megan and shaking Sean’s hand before taking the wine from Megan.

Megan watched him closely. Stevie was the only one of the friends present today who hadn’t met Sean before finding out about their relationship. He was also thoughtful, rational, a good judge of character, and his opinion would influence the others. So she was a little apprehensive about his reaction.

“What can I get you guys, some beer? A glass of wine? Anything else?”

“You should try Stevie’s beer. He’s got this real microbrew fetish and always has something new to try out,” Megan told Sean. “But beware of the spiel he’ll try to feed you about the best brewing methods.”

Sean looked at her, the ghost of a smile flitting across his face. “Hey, I’m a guy. I can handle beer talk,” he said, mock-serious. The tension eased in her stomach. This was working. The boys could be cool with each other.

“I’ll go see how Sasha’s doing, then. And Stevie? I’d love a white wine, please. How come James isn’t here yet? He never turns down an occasion to raid your beer cellar before eating.”

As it turned out, Megan discovered in the kitchen that James and his waitress had just called to warn they’d be late due to car trouble. Allegedly, because as Sasha told her while they took out the pumpkin pie and put it on a plate, he’d sounded very out of breath on the phone. She was prepared to bet whatever had been slowing them down wasn’t engine-related.

“You think he called you in mid-fuck?” Megan asked, chuckling.
“I think he was in the car, actually. And I think Ms. Waitress is a pretty limber girl who might just have been giving him a blowjob at that point.”

Megan laughed. “Well, at least he’s bound to be in a good mood when they arrive.”

She was right. When James walked in ten minutes later towing a very pretty, young and remarkably well-endowed blonde behind him, he was in exuberant spirits. “Hey, everybody, meet Kerry!” He kissed Megan and

Sasha, hugged Stevie, and nodded briefly at Sean, his expression neutral.

Kerry hugged everyone all around, and kissed Stevie and Sean enthusiastically to their obvious delight.

Megan bit her tongue when she saw Sean’s eyes drawn to Kerry’s chest for at least ten seconds before he snapped them back up. He caught her looking at him and made a sheepish face.

While everyone milled around the living room, pouring drinks and exchanging greetings, Sean pressed close to Megan and whispered in her hair, “Totally fake. I’ll take yours anytime.” His hand brushed against her ass in a lascivious caress that sent messages of lust through her body.

They sat down to eat shortly after. Sasha’s spread was opulent enough to satisfy the most exacting of standards. Megan thought even her mom would have been impressed. She certainly was. The turkey was impressive, and the table was crammed with mounds of mashed potatoes, candied yams, cornbread, several salads, cranberry sauce and pickles.

Sean pulled up a chair directly across from Megan. James’s bimbo sat next to him, flashing him a grin that slightly annoyed Megan. Less so when she felt Sean’s foot slyly rubbing her ankle in a gesture designed to evoke both reassurance and desire.

Conversation flowed around the dinner table, fuelled by alcohol, food, and longstanding friendship. Megan noted with pleasure that Sean sometimes joined in, in his reserved way, and his dry humor struck a chord with her friends. She was especially pleased to see Stevie engage him a couple of times and nod approvingly at her when he caught her watching them. James was less friendly, scowling at Sean occasionally, but managed to hold back from making rude comments.

Kerry was the classic ditzy L.A. blonde, complete with aspirations to make it in the movies and a brain roughly as small as her cup size was large. The guys, of course, cut her plenty of slack. But Megan caught James’s eye during a particularly inane tirade about cosmetic surgery and he looked embarrassed. She might have teased Kerry a little if Sean’s sock-clad foot hadn’t been insistently stroking her inner thigh in the most distracting manner.

“You can’t be serious!” Sasha’s voice rose with indignation. “You think it’s right that teenagers should get breast implants? You don’t think that’s maybe a little premature?”

Sean’s foot slid farther up Megan’s thigh, inhibiting higher brain functions and preventing her from joining in the debate without her voice betraying her. She looked across at him.

His face was impassive, head tilted slightly to the side, as though listening to the conversation, but Megan knew he was completely focused on her right now. His eyes were the only clue to what was happening under the table, the blue edged out by his dilated pupils.

“Well, you know, Sasha, I had these done when I was nineteen. You can’t see the scars. I’ll show you in the bathroom if you want. The surgeon who did them was a real pro. My dad paid for them. He said nothing was too good for his princess. And I haven’t regretted it yet,” Kerry said proudly.

There was a pause as her words sank in. James cringed and poked at his mashed potatoes.

Megan tuned out of the conversation then as Sean’s toe reached her underwear and started pressing against her crotch. She focused all her concentration on keeping her breathing even and not making any noise. She wouldn’t be able to keep it going for long. He pushed against her clit, harder, and she had to bite back a moan. Kerry might be monopolizing the attention right now, but if Megan had an orgasm at the table, she was pretty sure she’d steal the show.

Sean stared at her, lips slightly parted, and when their eyes locked, he smiled crookedly.

Megan kept her gaze on him as she slowly pushed back her chair to give him a chance to pull his foot away unobtrusively. The loss of contact made her want to cry out, but she couldn’t handle the torture anymore. She stood and said in a surprisingly steady voice, “Anyone for coffee?”

In the kitchen, she filled the coffee machine with water and measured out the coffee. A couple of minutes later, Sean appeared in the doorway carrying stacks of plates. He put them on the counter and moved in on her, one arm snaking around her waist, his other hand to the back of her neck. He pulled her in close for a kiss, his mouth hungry on hers and his cock pressing into her crotch. Megan brought her hands up to either side of his face, winding her fingers into his shaggy hair. She moaned softly into his mouth as their tongues entwined, hoping the sound wouldn’t carry to the main room.

They kissed urgently for a couple minutes and only pulled apart when Stevie called out to Sean, “Hey man, want to watch some football while the chicks make the coffee and clear the table? Ow! Jesus, Sash, can’t you take a joke?”

“You into the football?” Megan whispered.
“Not at the moment.” Sean’s hand slipped down to her hip and slid under her skirt. His fingers crept up her thigh, following the trail led by his foot earlier.

Megan’s every pore reacted to him. She was close to letting him fuck her in the kitchen, not caring who walked in.

“Right now I want to fuck you.” His husky voice sent shivers through her body. Her nipples stood erect, pressing against the fabric of her shirt.

Sean’s other hand flicked across her chest, sending fire from her sensitive tits straight down to her sex.

She caught her breath. “Go check out the game and meet me in the back bathroom in ten minutes. Through the main bedroom on the left. I’ll get the coffee done and after that, I don’t give a damn.”

He grinned. “Good thing I came prepared, huh?”

Ten minutes later, the coffee was on the table and Megan was in the master bath, hoping neither of their hosts would feel the need to use it in the near future.

She stood in front of the sink, looking at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her eyes dark and bright, and she felt wired and intensely alive. This was crazy. Any of her close friends could walk in on them, but she didn’t care, as long as Sean showed up.

When he pushed open the door, she tensed. Every nerve ending tingled with anticipation and she felt as though she was poised on the edge of a precipice, ready to take flight or fall.

Sean carefully locked the door behind him, and crushed her in his arms, his hands roaming her back and waist and his mouth and tongue on hers. Their kissing became frantic, and his hands slipped down to her ass, pulling her tighter against his warm, solid body, his erection insistent against her. His mouth slid down her neck, teeth grazing her flesh

She moaned.
“Jesus, Sean, let’s hurry. They’re going to notice we’re missing.”

He lifted his face from her throat with a predatory grin, his eyes inches from hers. “You saying you want a quickie, no fancy shit, no messing around, no foreplay?” Every word felt like he touched her. His voice was so impossibly sexy. Megan felt drugged, woozy with desire, so wet already she knew she wouldn’t need much at all to come.

“Yes.” She slid her hand down between their bodies and palmed the length of his dick through denim, watching as his eyes clouded and his breath caught. She popped the button and unzipped him.

He kissed her again, his tongue plundering her mouth, stealing her breath away. His hands pulled up her skirt and divested her of her panties.