Matters of the Heart (9 page)

“Yes, fine.
Presley’s doing great. I think she’s getting her first tooth.”

“I know she
and I are going to have lots of fun tomorrow evening. Well, I won’t keep you
any longer but I’ll see you at six-thirty.”

Lucy put the
phone down as Presley babbled something and offered her biggest smile yet.

****

Lucy hung
around in Presley’s room, not only to make sure she was settled in and asleep,
but also because Brad had reminded her that Nature was on in ten minutes.

If only she’d
kept her big mouth shut about how much she liked that show, but at the time she
didn’t realized it would be coming back to haunt her. However, if she kept her
distance, avoided the couch, and concentrated on the show, she’d be just fine.

While heading
down the stairs, she heard the familiar theme music for Nature. Brad was
already in front of the TV sitting in the armchair by the fire which he’d lit
earlier.

“Can I get
you one of these?” he asked lifting up a bottle of beer.

“No, I’m fine.”

She sat in
the middle of the couch as the program began.

They said
nothing during the first few minutes, but then Lucy noticed him giving her
minute sideway glances. She couldn’t resist doing the same. She wanted him more
than she’d ever actually wanted Bryce. How weird was that?
 
She’d only been around this man a short while
but it was almost like she’d known him all her life, just like she had Bryce.

Brad took a
sip of beer and placed the bottle on the table beside the chair. He looked at
her and smiled. She smiled back.

Things grew
more uncomfortable by the second. She wished Presley would cry again then she’d
have the perfect excuse to leave the room and flee the sexual tension slowly
building within it.

 
She glanced back at the screen to see two
lions mating. The male was crouched behind the female and pounding into
her.
 
For some strange reason, Lucy
squeezed her knees as Brad coughed. She pulled on the neck of her sweater
wondering what was going through his mind.

And then he
must have changed channels without her realizing it because suddenly a
commercial for shampoo was playing.

“Oops, sorry,
my finger must have hit the remote,” he said.

 
Luckily by the time he’d switched back the
mating scene was long gone.

She really
needed that beer he’d offered her. Not because she particularly liked it, but
she wanted something to cool her down.

“You want to
see if there’s a movie to watch?”

She was miles
away, and obviously had been for longer than she’d imagined because the show
was over and Brad was sitting looking at her.

“Sure,
anything good on Tuesday nights?”

“Let’s take a
look.”

Lucy fidgeted
on the couch, hoping it would swallow her because everything he clicked on
seemed to be images of couples in various stages of making love. The first ones
were in a passionate embrace, the second he was pulling down the strap of her
bra, the third channel, a couple having sex, his bare butt lifting in the air
and the woman withering in ecstasy underneath him.

She expected
Brad to turn the channel just as quickly as he had through the first two
awkward images, but he didn’t. Lucy blushed and then he burst into laughter.

“I can’t
remember how many times I’ve watched TV on my own and never come across so many
shows with couples having sex.”

She couldn’t
help it. She burst out laughing too, finding it just want she needed to release
the tension in her body.

“I guess it’s
embarrassing for you to see it in front of a stranger,” she said.

“It’s not
that, it’s because…”

“Because
what?”

He sat there
looking at her with his mouth open but nothing came out in response.

“Do you feel
it too?” he finally said.

She didn’t
have to ask him what the hell he was talking about because she knew and in a
way was relieved that he’d brought the subject up. More relieved to think she
wasn’t the only one feeling horny every time she came within a few feet of him.

“Yes.”

She stood
thinking that maybe she should hand in her notice right this second because she
couldn’t hold out for very much longer.

He stood too.

They looked
at one another and then he stepped toward her. He put his hand up and stroked
the side of her face. It felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
Although it was a small gesture it sent her blood racing around her body, and
her heartbeat quickened. She lifted her hand and sandwiched his between hers
and her face before turning her lips toward his palm and kissing it.

“I can’t help
what I need to do next,” he whispered.

He pulled her
toward him and kissed her. The sweetest kiss she’d ever had, sweeter than even
the one last night, as he ran his tongue slowly over her bottom lip. She put
her arms around him, allowing him to pull her in closer to his body. And as he
did so his cock jabbed her lower belly.

Brad pulled
away, still holding her face between both his hands.

“I guess I’ve
stepped across the line as an employer once again.”

“If you had I
would have slapped your face by now.”

He smiled
before kissing her again. This time she ran her fingers through his hair,
wondering if tonight things would progress beyond kissing.

“In the short
time you’ve been here it’s been tough,” he said after he pulled away again. “I
don’t think any woman’s affected me quite like you have.”

“I hope you
mean that it’s been in a good way.”

“In
the best way possible.
I’m thinking maybe if we acted on the urges
both of us are feeling we’d get it out of our systems.”

Lucy hadn’t
thought of that. Maybe he was right. Instead of fighting it, or her just
fleeing, act on their urges and purge it.

“I didn’t
want you to think I was some predatory employer or have you
bring
sexual harassment charges against me.”

She shook her
head. “I’ve wanted to take lots of cold shower since I moved in here…actually
since the first time I saw you, but I didn’t want to put my job in jeopardy.”

“Shit, what a
perfect pair we are.”

Lucy couldn’t
stand it any longer. She’d dragged her feet over Bryce and lost him. She
wouldn’t repeat the same stupid mistake again. She leaned in to Brad and kissed
him. He ran his hands up her back, making her spine feel like it had a life all
its own.
 
He pulled up the edge of her
sweater as he touched her back. She closed her eyes, thinking she had to be
dreaming. They stepped away and looked into one another eyes.

“Have you
ever made love in front of roaring fire before?” he asked her.

She shook her
head.

Definitely dreaming.

Brad pulled
up her sweater, encouraging her to lift both her arms so he could remove it.
When she did he touched her breasts through her bra. They suddenly felt heavy,
achy, and their nipples throbbed in urgent need of his attention.

She’d played
the girl who waited for guys to make the first move far too long and it was
about to change. Lucy reached behind her back, unclasped the bra and let it
fall forward as Brad caught it and threw it onto the couch. He didn’t take his
eyes off her breast. She knew she had a few pounds to lose but by the loving
look in his eyes, she guessed he accepted her for who she was and that made her
want him all the more.

“You’re
gorgeous,” he said as if he could read her mind.

 
She turned her head to one side while he
caressed her breasts, touching them softly like she might break at any second.
When his fingers made contact with their nipples, a murmur escaped her lips.
Brad’s fingertips were slightly calloused which set up a strangely welcoming
friction. He tugged slightly on the right one and then circled its aureole with
the very tip of his pinkie.

She liked it…
liked it a lot. Lucy eased her hand inside the opening of his shirt, feeling
the muscles both firm and defined. She flicked open the buttons one by one,
pushing the material aside, noticing that his body was just as wonderful as it
felt. Leaning in toward it, she kissed his chest, smelling the soap he’d used
this morning. She’d detected it the moment she’d walked into the bathroom after
he’d exited it. Its spicy undertones had stayed with her all day. She took a
deep breath, before pulling away from him. He was right, they needed to do
this. To get it out of the way or it would eat them up and they’d never be able
to co-habit without feeling on edge.

Brad tugged
at the button on her jeans, pulling it until it popped and opened for him.
 
A warm tingly sensation ripped through her
body as he eased down the zipper and parted the blue material before gliding
the pants over her hips and thighs. Soon they sat around her ankles as he
explored her belly, twirling his finger around her navel before sliding his
hand inside her panties.

He kissed her
as he ploughed through her pubic hair, delving deep into the curls. She bit his
lip and then slid her tongue along it as he got hold of the top of her
underwear and finally freed her legs. She stepped out of both the panties and
jeans and went to work on getting him naked too.

They didn’t
take their eyes off one another as she unzipped the fly of his jeans, opened
them, and then leaned into him so she could get them off his butt and down his
very muscular thighs.

His erection
was obvious as it strained against his boxers. She didn’t want to put any
pressure on him and let him into a secret. She’d never had an orgasm other than
one brought on by her own hand, the vibrator, or a guy playing with her clit.

Lucy’s two
previous lovers hadn’t taken her over the edge. She’d always thought it was her
fault because each time she’d made love, in the back of her mind she’d known
she really wished that each guy would have been Bryce.

However, now
he was out of the picture, out of her mind, and she’d turned the page to a new
chapter in her life.

“What are you
thinking?” he asked.

He put his
hand under her chin and brought it up so she could look at him. She hadn’t
known this guy long, but he could obviously read her so well.

“Just
thinking about what’s going to happen next.”

“
You taking
off my shorts for a start.”

She smiled,
putting her fingers under the band and pulling them down, tugging them over his
hard cock until they fell onto the carpet. He stepped out of them, kicking them
to one side. Lucy glanced down. His dick was beautiful, hard, pulsating and
glistening with pre-cum. She reached out and took it in her hand, hearing him
draw in his breath as he touched her breasts with the back of his knuckles.

There was
only one thing on her mind and that was she hoped that Presley didn’t choose to
wake up wanting to be feed or changed anytime soon. Yes, it was Lucy’s job,
that’s why she was here in the first place, but Brad drove her crazy and all
she could think about was him making love to her.

Without
warning he picked her up and carried her over to the rug in front of the fire.
The heat warmed her thigh and calf as he gently set her down upon. She lifted
her arm, offering her hand to him which he took and got down beside her.

“Condoms.
They’re
upstairs in my bedroom. Wait, there I’ll be right back,” he said standing
again.

She reached
for a pillow from the couch and set it behind her and rested her head back,
looking up at the ceiling and then the logs burning and casting the room in a
low romantic light.
 
A creak on the
stairs told her that Brad was heading back to the living room. He sat down
beside her.

“Hope you
didn’t start without me.”

She burst out
laughing before he leaned over and kissed her and played with her nipple as she
ran her fingers though his hair. She’d always loved a man with a sense of
humor.

Brad pulled
away and with the very tip of his finger, he made a path down the middle of her
belly, passing over her curls and mound until it disappeared. Without him
asking her to do it, she opened her legs, allowing him to continue the path
around her folds. He found her clit and within seconds was circling it, teasing
it, until a murmur escaped her lips.

“Does that
feel good?” he whispered.

“It’s
heaven.”

She closed
her eyes, enjoying the heat from the fire and another kind that was building in
her clit. Brad pressed harder, teasing her, obviously knowing he was bringing
her a tiny bit closer to bliss.

Lucy reached
out and stroked his cock as it sat close to his belly while he strummed her
clit some more. She took a deep breath, feeling her pussy pull and juices slid
from her opening.
 
Bracing herself, she
pressed down on the rug with her thighs and found release.