January (Calendar Girl #1) (7 page)

Wes’s hand came up to clasp my neck while a thumb caressed my cheekbone as his lips came impossibly close but still didn’t touch mine. I could practically taste the coffee on his breath from the after-dinner drink. “Is that what you want? Romance?” he asked, his lips barely hovering against mine.

“No, I wanna fuck…“ I barely got the word out before a heavy hand landed on my shoulder.

“You two love birds!” Jay Underwood broke the moment, and we both slumped back into our chairs. I was beginning to think I’d never feel the lush taste of his mouth, the pressure of his lips against mine, and I wanted it…dammit! I was getting very impatient for it, but damned if I was going to make the first move.

Wes covered his mouth with his hand. I’m pretty sure it was to conceal silent laughter.

“Later sweetheart; we’ve got all night,” he promised.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard that before,” I fake yawned and lifted my tea and took a sip. Lukewarm. Blech. 

His mouth dropped open and he shook his head, green eyes dazzling in the candlelight. “Challenge accepted.”

Chapter 5

We barely made it through the door when Wes twirled me around and used his body to press me into the wall. His lips went instantly to the sensitive skin of my neck. He licked a long trail from my clavicle up to behind my ear. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, goose bumps rising on my flesh as I closed my eyes. Wes’s hands went under my skirt and over my bare ass, as he lifted one leg and then the other with no trouble at all, wrapping my legs around him. He hoisted my tall, curvy frame against his and pressed me harder into the wall at my back.

“I’m going to be so deep inside you, you’ll feel me in your throat,” he promised. 

“Fuck,” slipped from my lips as he carried me toward my room.

“Exactly.” He bit down on my neck, trailing his teeth along the slender column.

Every nerve, every pore, every molecule was focused on merging with this man.

Without preamble, he dropped me onto the bed and stood staring down. “Take off your dress,” he demanded. His eyes were black, filled to the brim with lust. I could tell he was taking a moment because he clenched and unclenched his hands into fists, the tendons in his neck bulged with his desire.

I whipped the dress over my head and stood up on my knees in a matching deep midnight blue bra and thong. At seeing me exposed, he sucked in a harsh breath and let it out with a hiss.

“Your turn. Lose the suit,” I said while trailing my hands down to cup each breast. His jaw clenched as he made quick work of dropping the jacket and tie, and opening the dress shirt to reveal that sun-kissed chest I love so much. I bit down on my lip. “All of it. I want it gone.” My voice sounded raspy and needy.

Wes grinned and slowly removed his belt and loosened his pants. He took a condom out of his pocket, ripped it with his teeth, and placed it on his straining erection, all without ever losing eye contact. I lifted my hand behind my back and undid the clasp of my bra. Just as his pants fell to the floor, so did my bra.

“Christ, I can hardly look at you,” his voice held awe. “So fucking gorgeous.” He ground his teeth loud enough I could hear it.

My eyebrow rose and I gazed at all that was his naked glory. Tall, tan, muscles for days, and a thick hard cock ready to please. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I offered while enjoying the view.

“Prove it,” he taunted with a grin. My words from last night coming back to me proved he paid very close attention to our interactions. That made me happy, giddy in a way I didn’t want to think too much about.

Crawling to the edge of bed, I placed my hands on his hard chest. I leaned down and licked the flat disc of his nipple. He moaned, then hissed low in his throat when I bit down on the bit of flesh. His hands tunneled into my hair. I brought my face close to his and hovered around his lips, close enough he could feel my breath against his lips. He licked his own, preparing for that first touch. I didn’t give it to him. Instead I kissed just the edge of his mouth.

“Are you toying with me?” he asked, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

I moved to the side of his cheek, running my chin along it, then licked and nibbled on his earlobe. “Whatever do you mean?” I whispered, making sure to blow enough air against the sensitive spot so he’d understand my intention.

His fingers gripped my hips and looped into my panties, tugging them down unceremoniously. I gasped when the air hit my wet center.

“I think you are,” he countered then pushed me back onto the bed. I fell in a whoosh against the comfy cloud of blankets.

Just as I opened my eyes, his hands were on my knees. He opened me wide, saw my aching moist sex and groaned. He trailed one finger through the wetness. A whimper slipped past my lips when he twirled one finger against the tight, aching knot of nerves. “I’m going to devour you.” His eyes flashed to mine. “But first, I need to be inside you.”

He centered himself over my cleft and pushed just the tip inside. I arched wanting more, needing more. Using the strength of his upper body, he hovered over me. “Watch me take you the first time,” he said, his voice a sexy, possessive growl. And I did. Watched, as he took me inch by torturous inch. The lips of my sex were stretched wide over his girth, his thickness making me feel full, stretched to capacity, more so than any lover before.

I groaned, my head tipping back, no longer able to watch while he pushed that last inch inside. He was already so deep. “Mia,” he whispered, his voice tight. My eyes snapped open and stared at his lust-filled gaze. He braced himself on his elbows and his hands cupped my cheeks. He reared his hips back and slammed home as his lips took mine. United in that moment as one body, there was no Mia or Wes. There was just us.

The kiss was fiery hot, wet, and overwhelming. He plunged his tongue into my mouth the same way his cock rammed into my body. With precision, depth, and so much pleasure, everything that I was, quaked with the effort.

I wrapped my legs and arms around him, holding onto him as he drilled into me, his cock reaching places inside me I didn’t even know I had. He’d triggered feelings so intense I cried out and clung to him as the first orgasm raced through my body.

“Fuck yeah, Mia. You squeeze me so good. Again, sweetheart.” Wes rode me through the orgasm but still didn’t find his own release. Shit, the man was a stallion in the sack. I swear I drew all the aces in the deck when my aunt lined me up with him.

Wes sucked on my lips then pulled himself out of me. Before I could protest, he turned me around and yanked my hips up. “Perfect fucking ass. Damn, Mia.” He smacked one cheek then plowed back into the heat between my legs, even before the sting of his slap left my skin.

“Jesus, fuck, you know what you’re doing,” I moaned and let my upper body fall onto my forearms.

He gripped my hips and set up a punishing rhythm. I could hear the sounds of our flesh smacking against one another. “Need that squeeze on my dick,” Wes growled as he leaned over my body and reached a hand between my legs. His fingers zeroed in on my ‘O-trigger’ and I was gone. Bucking wildly, the walls of my sex clamped down on his rock hard cock until he roared. Three swift plunges more and his entire body stilled, nestled flat against my ass as he pulsed inside me.

Wes collapsed over me, his breath coming in fast pants against the hair of my neck. We were both winded, lost in our combined pleasure. He rolled off then tugged me to his chest. We spent the next few minutes making out like teenagers. The room smelled of the ocean, sex, and the faint remnants of my perfume, Tresor. Pretty much, perfection. If you could bottle the scent, I’d wear it every day.

Lying together, I curved into his chest. “So, tell me something...” 

Wes chuckled. “Could you be more specific?”

I shrugged. “Tell me anything, something about you.” With one finger, I traced circles over his abdomen and pecs.

He sighed. “Huh, well, you know I love to write movies.” I nodded. “And surf.” He winked and I grinned. “You met my parents, and my nanny. Well, she was my nanny when I was a boy, now she runs the house.”

“Ms. Croft?”

He nodded. “What else is there?”

I looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Uh, a lot. Do you have any siblings?”

“A sister. Older than me. Married, no kids yet. She’s a grade school teacher. Husband’s the principal at the school.”

“That pretty much answers how they met.” I waggled my eyebrows, and he winked. “What’s her name?”

“Jeananna. How about you? Any sibs?”

I laughed at his slang term. “Yeah, Maddy, well, Madison. Younger by five years. She’s nineteen and attending school in Las Vegas.”

“So why’d you move out here?”

I snuggled in closer to him. “Needed a change. And I thought acting was my calling. Still do, but…” I didn’t want to go into my life story.

“But?” he prompted and I shook my head. “If you wanted to be an actress, how did you end up an escort?”

“Money.” I shrugged. “You’re my first, you know,” I confided. He turned towards me so we were facing one another. His face filled with confusion. “My first client,” I finished.

“Ah, and how’s it going so far?” he smiled.

I feigned nonchalance. “Eh, ‘bout a seven out of ten, I’d say.”

He rolled over on top of me, pinning my arms to the side. “Hey!” I chided with a big smile plastered across my face.

“A seven! You give me a seven even though you have nothing to compare it to?” He laid a messy kiss against my lips. His hands stroked down my ribs and started wriggling. Instantly, I howled with laugher. Once he saw how ticklish I was, he went for gold, digging into my ribs, waist, and thighs until I was thrashing around, screaming for him to stop, laughter contorting my vision.

“Admit it? I’m a big, fat ten!” He slowed then stopped his torture.

“Okay, okay,” I took deep breaths of blessed air into my lungs. “I’ll say you’re a solid eight.” He wiggled his fingers again. “Okay a nine!” I screamed, and he continued his assault. “Nine point five!” He stopped.

“Nine point five, room for improvement…” His eyes sparkled with mirth. “I’ll take it and turn it into a ten before the month is over!”

***

For the next few days, I was left alone because Wes was working in his studio on
Honor Code
. He still came home each night. We’d share dinner together, watch a movie, or he’d read a book. Then later he’d ravish me before one of us had to get up and go to our own room. The routine worked better than I’d imagined it would. I had a lot of fun, and an even more phenomenal sex, without the risk of pesky emotions getting in the way. This escort business kicked ass.

I flopped over to the side of the bed after giving Wes one helluva ride.

“Now that, sweetheart, that was a fucking ten!” he praised. Laughing, I pinched his nipple playfully. “Ouch! Hellcat!”

“You’re crazy, you know that?” He leaned over and kissed me, a hand sliding into my hair pulling me on top of him. “Again?”

“Can’t help it, you make my dick harder than a surfboard,” He licked into my mouth and squeezed the fleshy handle at my hip.

“Did you seriously just compare your dick to a surfboard?”

He stopped kissing me and looked at me, a serious set to his gaze. “I did, didn’t I?”

I nod, my eyebrows rising toward my hairline.

“Your body makes me stupid. I forget how to string two words together,” he offered as an excuse.

“Whatever! I’m sore and need sleep. So get up, and mosey your sexy ass back to your bedroom.” I slid off him once more and face planted into the pillow, snuggling into the comforter.

Wes’s hand slid up and down my back. “Did you forget something, sweetheart?” he said, humor coating every word. I opened one eye as he stared down at me. “You’re in my bed,” he finished with a smirk.

“Damn it all to hell in a handbasket,” I huffed, throwing the covers back and hopping out of bed as he got comfortable.

Stomping out of his room completely bare-ass naked, I heard him call out. “Tomorrow is brunch with my folks. Be ready at ten!”

“Bite me!” I yelled over my shoulder. Just as I turned the corner toward my room, I ran right into Judi.

Her eyes went wide as she took in my naked form. “Blimey, dearest me!” she gasped then covered her eyes. The surprise brought out her accent in spades. 

I cringed then rushed around her. “Sorry Ms. Croft, didn’t mean to scare you like that,” I offered. Down the hall I could hear Wes, the rat bastard, laughing his ass off. He must have heard me get caught by Judi. Great. She already thinks I’m a hired whore, now I’ve proven it.

***

“You’re looking lovely this afternoon, Mia,” Wes’s mother praised, pulling me into a hug. It was an odd sensation having a motherly type hug me as if she genuinely wanted to give her affection.

“Thank you, Mrs. Channing. Your home is very beautiful.” She smiled and I looked around the sunroom that was set up for Sunday brunch. A steward offered me a mimosa in a crystal champagne flute.

I took a look around at the room. It was decorated with elegance and luxury in mind. Rich golds and cream tones were paired with burgundy and navy throughout the décor. The table was set with pristine white china, a lace pattern crafted into the edge. More silverware than needed for three courses flanked each plate. A lush bouquet of roses sat in the center of the table giving it a summery feel even though it was January. I guess it didn’t really matter, LA wasn’t the Midwest. Like back home in Vegas, we didn’t have crazy cold days where the temperature dropped below zero.  I’m pretty sure it’s never been below thirty degrees. At least it hasn’t in my twenty-four years of life. Hell, I’ve only seen snow a couple of times myself.

“There you are!” A smiling blonde rushed in. A tall, very slim man with tortoiseshell glasses trailed behind her.

“Hey, sis,” Wes greeted her, then pulled the pretty woman into his arms. She drew back and clasped his jaw.

“Lookin’ good, Wes.”

Wes smiled wide. Wider than I’d seen other than when he was tickling me. “Sis, I’d like you to meet my
friend
, Mia.” He placed a hand low on my back.