Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1) (25 page)

Recognizing him, she smiled as she rushed to
the patio door. When she opened the door, Brian pulled her outside
and kissed her before she could say a thing. She returned the kiss,
which lasted for a good thirty seconds.

She looked at him shocked. "What are you
doing here?"

While struggling to catch his breath, he
collected his thoughts. "I had to see you. I’ve wanted to kiss you
for weeks. Since I left, I’ve been thinking about what you said
about meeting the right girl, and I... don’t want to meet the right
girl. I mean... I’ve already met her. I don’t want to just be
friends or partial friends or whatever the hell that thing was. And
it’s not just because Natalie turned out to be a total psycho. It’s
been killing me to find out. I’ve... If we’re even half as good
together in the bedroom as we are on the court, then the sex might
just kill me, but it’s a chance I’ve got to take."

She just stared past him, thinking and not
saying a word. Brian narrowed his eyes, glanced where she was
looking, found nothing back there, and then looked back at her,
concerned. "It would really help me now if you said something. I
just drove nine hours, and if you want me to go, I will, but I, uh,
really need to pee first."

"If you take one step away from this house,
I’ll tackle you," she said. Brian smiled, relieved, as she
continued, "I have people over, and I’m just trying to figure out
how I can sneak you upstairs."

Staring at him as a broad smile filled her
face, she blurted out, "Hold on." Then she disappeared into the
house, leaving him wearing a perplexed look. Moments later, she
rushed back to the door and pulled him in. "When I say it’s clear,
go up the back steps to my room and wait for me there. Read a book,
or something. I’m sure I can get them out of here in ten or fifteen
minutes."

She walked into the house, checked if the
line of sight to the stairs was clear, then motioned for Brian to
come in quickly. He rushed in and slipped upstairs.

After a visit to the bathroom, Brian spotted
the DVD he had bought for Jillian on top of her player, and he
found his note next to the bed. Sitting on her bed, he looked
around the room. He picked up a novel from her nightstand, checked
the back cover, and, disinterested, put it down. Her computer sat
on the bed next to him, and when he grabbed it to move it aside,
the screen brightened to reveal her latest novel. He took a closer
look, reading from where the document was opened, and it began to
sound very familiar. It was an erotic and accurate account of
Jillian and Brian’s movie theater adventure, except the names were
changed to protect the guilty.

Downstairs, Jillian cut ten slices of cake
and served them without coffee. She told her guests the coffeemaker
was broken, and when one of the men offered to take a look at it,
Jillian told him she threw it away. She was acting nervous, and
Victoria could tell something was up. The group was loudly talking
and making over the dessert as Jillian barely touched her slice.
When guests asked for tea, they joked that maybe all her pots were
also broken. Giving them a fake laugh, Jillian rushed to the
kitchen, and Victoria watched her, concerned.

In the kitchen, Jillian started to fill the
kettle. Victoria came up behind her. "What the hell is wrong with
you? You’re acting crazy."

"Brian’s here."

"Where?"

"In my bedroom. He just got here five
minutes ago."

"Why?"

"Because, evidently, we’re no longer just
friends." Jillian wore a huge smile.

"Why aren’t you up there?"

"I have a house full of people, and I don’t
want to be rude."

"Fuck being rude. When’s the last time you
had sex?"

Jillian shook her hands nervously. "I, uh,
couldn’t even tell you right now."

Victoria walked over to the cake, cut a
slice, and placed it on a plate for her. "Take this upstairs to
him, then come down in two minutes and act like you have a
migraine."

Jillian smiled at her. "I can do that."

Walking into the bedroom with the cake,
Jillian spotted Brian holding her laptop with his eyes wide and
glued to the screen. He looked up at her and smiled for only a
moment before returning to his reading.

She moved to the bed. "What are you
doing?"

"Hold on." He motioned to her with a finger
without looking at her. "This is really getting good."

"You aren’t supposed to be reading
that."

"You said to read something." He glanced at
her. "Are you Anastasia? And am I Brice?"

"Maybe."

"We, I mean they... had a whole lot more fun
when they got back from the movies without Anastasia’s pesky son,
Ryder, there." He smiled, then returned to the screen.

She cleared her throat, but he again held up
his finger. "Really. I’m almost there… or Brice is, anyway." Brian
looked at her and winked, then returned to the screen as Jillian
sat next to him on the bed.

"Do you like it?" She asked as she used the
fork to cut off a bite of cake and put it to his mouth. He smiled
at her, opened his mouth, and she slid it in. He savored the taste.
"Wow, you nailed the cake. Good job."

"What about the story?"

"It’s the best thing I’ve ever read."
Returning to the book, he pointed to the screen. "Is this what we
would have done if Rob hadn’t been home?"

She focused on the text and read a bit
before murmuring, "Uh-huh." Then she sensuously licked the remnants
of icing from his fork.

He grabbed her arm as he finished reading a
sentence. "This thing with Brice lying on his stomach and Anastasia
doing that with his... Is that even possible? It sounds freaking
amazing."

"What?"

Squinting, she read for a moment and then
nodded. "Victoria says it’s possible. She says she’s done it, and
they always come back for more."

"I’ll bet."

Just then she remembered Victoria. "I’ve got
to run downstairs. Victoria is going to help me convince everyone I
have a migraine." She made a strange face. "How’s this? Do I look
like I have a headache?"

"No, that looks like you have a head injury.
Just rub your temple, keep your mouth open slightly, and look like
you can’t stand bright lights."

"Okay." Nodding, she got to her feet.

"If we’re going to do all this tonight, I
really need to take a shower or two. I left right from the
court."

"Good idea. I'll be right back." She rushed
from the room.

Outside the dining room,
Jillian took a calming breath. When she entered the room, she
followed Brian’s instructions and made her way back to her chair
with her hand over her eyes, trying to shield the light from her
face. Her guests were enjoying tea and remained lost in loud
conversation. It was as if no one noticed she had been gone at all.
Jillian and Victoria shared a wide-eyed look, and Victoria
mouthed,
"THEY WON’T LEAVE!"

Victoria said loudly, "Oh, Jillian, are you
feeling any better?"

Jillian groaned in a labored voice, "No, not
really. I’m so sorry about this."

"Well, everybody, I think we should be
going, since—" Victoria began.

"What kind of tea is this?" A female guest
interrupted, then turned her attention to Jillian, waiting for a
response.

After staring at the woman, dumbfounded,
Jillian closed her eyes. Victoria stood, picked up her wineglass,
banged the side of it with a fork, and announced, "Jillian has a
bad migraine, and she would like it very much if we all left
now."

Another female guest came to life. "Oh, I
get them also. Do you keep a list of food triggers? I must stay
away from onions."

Yet another female guest blurted out, "It’s
coffee for me and white chocolate. Oh, and tree nuts."

Victoria looked again to Jillian and exhaled
deeply. "All right, everybody, get the hell out of here now!"

The guests all froze with their eyes glued
to Victoria as she continued, "Jillian has a guy upstairs, a hot
sexy guy, and she wants to, for lack of a better phrase, fuck the
absolute crap out of him..." The guests focused on Jillian, who had
her eyebrows raised, as Victoria finished up with, "... all night
long. And she wanted all night to start, like, ten minutes
ago."

Jillian said to Victoria, "I could’ve done
that, but thanks for your help."

The guests didn’t seem offended at all as
they started collecting their things and making their way to the
foyer. Jillian held the door, and the comments flowed.

"You should have told us sooner."

"We know how long it’s been for you."

"This is great news."

When only Victoria and Jillian remained at
the open door, Victoria smiled at her. "Any chance of a threesome?
I’ve never had one, but I’m a very giving partner."

"You’ve never had a threesome?" Jillian gave
her a skeptical look.

"Well, not one with just one guy."

Jillian gave her a tired expression. "Get
the hell out of here."

Victoria walked out the door, then turned
back as Jillian was closing it and said, "Maybe tomorrow ni—"

Jillian leaned with her back against the
door, relieved. Rushing to the powder room, she checked her face.
She frowned as she looked in the mirror at her semi-frazzled
appearance. After pushing her hair around a little, she shrugged,
displeased, and then headed up the stairs.

When Jillian entered the room, she found
Brian naked on the bed with his arms behind his head. He smiled at
her. "Brice is really talented. He’s able to perform three times in
Chapter Thirteen alone, I think it was."

She walked over to him, thinking.
"Four."

"Wow. Four."

Standing near the bed, she gazed down at his
nude body. "I like having you naked in my bed like this. It feels
like I hired you, or something."

"To get it four times in one night, you’d
better be paying me."

She reached behind her back and unzipped her
dress as he watched. She shimmied her shoulders, and the dress
tumbled to the floor. Jillian stood before him in a white satin bra
and panties set, and his heart skipped two fucking beats.

"You really have the sexiest underwear I’ve
ever seen, and you look spectacular in all of it."

Smiling, she reached to unhook her bra. He
held his hand up. "Wait." She gave him an odd look until he added,
"Put the dress back on. Let’s back up, and I’ll show you what I
would have done that night we came back from the movies."

She grinned, reached down to the floor,
pulled the dress over her shoulders, and zipped it up a little. He
got out of bed, stood behind her, and whispered in her ear, "I’ve
been fantasizing a lot about it."

"So have I."

He placed his hands gently on her neck, and
electricity shot through her body. His cock quickly responded and
pressed into her lower back. Feeling it, she gasped.

He moved his lips close to her neck.
"Remember, we were at the door before we were... interrupted."

Closing her eyes, she sighed. "Um-hm."

He took hold of her zipper and pulled it
down all the way as he kissed the side of her neck. She exhaled
softly. He slipped his hands under the dress straps on her
shoulders and slowly moved them aside until the dress fell to the
floor. Returning his lips to her neck, he grasped her bra strap
with both hands and expertly released it. He slid his hands around
to her breasts and pushed the cups from her chest as he sucked
gently on the flesh of her neck. Reaching back, she grabbed his
hips, pulling him to her, his cock pressing between the cheeks of
her ass.

He slipped his hands to her panties and
pushed them down. He pulled his lips from her neck, backed up a
bit, and gazed at her curvy backside. "My God, you have an amazing
body!"

Jillian gasped, gyrating her hips until her
panties fell to the floor before turning to him. They wrapped their
arms around each other and kissed, her mouth opening wide to accept
his tongue. Their bodies pressed together with his rigid cock
slipping down between her legs. He brought his hands to her
breasts; she took hold of his cock with both hands.

Pulling away from him, she slid onto the
bed. She moved to the middle and lay down; he joined her, kneeling
between her spread legs. He pushed his head down to her and kissed
her full on the mouth. She pulled him down until his hard, naked
body was covering her. Wrapping her legs around him, she drew him
even closer. Her wet pussy rubbed against his abdomen as he slid
down to kiss her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth as she
leaned her head back, breathless. She wrapped her arms around him
and caressed his neck as he sucked hard on one nipple, then slowly
moved to the other.

Tilting her head toward him, she began,
"This feels great, but if you don’t put it inside me soon, I’m
going to..."

He looked up at her momentarily and smiled.
He slid up and held his cock with one hand as he guided it to her
swollen, wet entrance. Putting her mouth to his neck, she kissed
him. She gently sucked in his flesh as he pushed down slightly and
slid his stiff cock inside her. She stared up at the ceiling, her
eyes wide, as she softly gasped.

Pulling his head up, he moaned. She met his
gaze, and they stared into each other’s eyes as he slowly slipped
his length fully inside her.

He held still while catching his breath for
a moment. "Why the hell did we wait?"

She shook her head with a grin, held his
hips, then slipped her hand around to his ass, and ran her finger
gently at the top of the crease. "You have a perfect cock."

Brian smiled at her; he’d heard it before
but loved hearing it again. She wrapped her legs around him tighter
as he pulled back then began to pump in her slowly. They kissed
again as Jillian spread her legs wide and held them up in the air
as he continued passionately making love to her. Angling her hips
downward, she adjusted her position until his hard cock was
stimulating her clitoris. She opened her mouth wide and slammed her
eyes shut as he rhythmically pumped into her.