Miami Hot: #1 (Miami Heat Series) (18 page)

“Don’t move. I need to change the sheets,” he told her.
Conrad came back and found Moira half asleep. It was after ten, and he thought he would give her no more than an hour to sleep. He followed her into bed and made sure he set an alarm on his phone for midnight. He wanted to make sure she left on time although he knew she probably had until the clubs closed at two.

Conrad
watched her sleep and couldn’t understand all the feelings he had been having since he met her, and worse those he had been having lately. Their connection was great and couldn’t think if he had been dating the wrong women. Since he hardly dated before, rather sleeping with the wrong women. Now he was thinking there was something into this dating thing. But would he feel the same thing for another girl or was it just Moira.

At 11:15pm, he rolled her onto her front and kissed her whole back until she woke up. “It’s almost midnight. I need you on your hands and knees,” he told her.
Conrad arranged her to his liking then lunged to his balls. “Ah!” he said as he shook. He followed her contour and grabbed her breasts. “Relax, it’s going to be good.” Conrad widened her stance further and made small in and out movements which drove Moira crazy. “More! Faster!” she cried out. Conrad didn’t change his pace. He kneaded her breasts, pulled the nipples and teased her pussy with his short in and out movements. “Talk to me baby. What do you want?”

“You, more of you,” she cried. “Harder, faster and deeper.”

Conrad felt her body all tense and just waiting to let go. His little pastry chef was suffering. “Okay baby. Let go. I need you to come.” Conrad squeezed her breasts once then held her hips and pulled out completed then slammed hard into her. She broke and denotated like a bomb. “I’ve got you baby,” Conrad said and kissed her spine. When she came to, Conrad started to move hard, fast and deeper. He was relentless and pushed her upper torso down to the bed then pulled her ass higher up and slammed hard to his balls. The bed shook and nobody paid it any attention. She came again and again and again. Conrad moved like a madman and gloried in the best sex he had ever had. He couldn’t seem to get enough and his cock was as hard as granite as he moved in and out of Moira’s cunt. It was exquisite. “Ah!” he cried out as he came into her. He turned her over as he contined coming and shot onto her breasts, then shoved his cock back into her cunt and continued moving and coming again and again. “Fuck! Baby. Thank you. I have never had it this good.”

“I can’t move,” she said as he pulled her against his chest.

“My fault, sorry. Let me rub your body.”

Moira
felt the dead parts of her body coming back alive as Conrad rubbed her limbs. The alarm for midnight rang on both phones and they moved to shut them off. “I wish I could stay here tonight. After what my body just went through, I doubt I can drive.”

Conrad
laughed and kissed her temple. “Come on, I’ll drive you then take a cab back.”

“Isn’t that an inconvenience?”

“Not at all,” he told her.

“Okay.”
Moira got up and considered taking a shower when Conrad offered. She was all sticky with sweat, but declined knowing something more would likely happen.

“I don’t blame you,” he laughed at her. He took a quick shower while she dressed. He dressed casually in jeans and t-shirt then they went down together. He had the coincierge desk call him a cab to pick him up from
Moira’s address, then they got into her car. They arrived at the same time as the cab. He told the cab driver to wait, then escorted Moira to the door. He kissed her deeply before he let her inside.

When he heard her locking from the inside, he climbed into the cab and had him drive him to Lucas’ hotel. When he entered the club he found it packed to the brim with bodies gyrating on the dance floor.
Conrad looked at the women there who would have attracted him before, but didn’t feel a thing. He grabbed a beer at the bar then went to find Lucas. He found him making rounds of the club, chatting to people.

He smirked when he saw him and then came over to join him. They got a corner cleared for them and sat to enjoy the show.

Chapter Twenty One

The next morning
Moira woke to her body aching in interesting places. She rolled out of bed and took a long, hot shower. By the time she was dressed, the coffee was done. She poured some into her travel mug and hit the road. As usual she was the first one at work. Her days were reverting back to be short since she was picking up the training of Sofia.

That afternoon they met and went over some of the stuff they had done before she fell sick and she was pleased to find that Sofia was a quick learner who still remembered most of the little tricks of the trade. They outlined what the rest of the week would look like and set to work.

Moira reached home tired and still needing to catch up on sleep. She got to hear about the success of the Valentine’s themed party from yesterday before Sam left. She took a nap as soon as he left, then woke up two hours later feeling nice and refreshed. She spent the rest of that evening on the phone with Sere. They exchanged Valentine’s stories and giggled like little girls. She hung up and Sere warned her about keeping the relationship from Sam a secret.

With all the warnings coming from different people,
Moira finally decided to lay it on the table with Sam and let the chips fall where they may. That Thursday she came home a little early and caught him making something to eat.

“I need to talk to you about something,” she told him.

“Sounds serious. Is everything alright?” he asked.

“Everything’s fine
. But I need to take a shower while you eat.” Moira chickened out and bought herself more time. When she heard Sam washing his plate, she came out of her bedroom.

“You’re skittish. So I’m guessing this is something I won’t particularly like hearing.”

Moira grimaced.

“Okay, why don’t you just rip the baid aid,” he told her.

“Okay, but I need you to promise that you won’t overreact,” she said with another grimace.

“Okay,” Sam said slowly, enunciating each word. “So shoot.”

“Conrad and I are kind of together, like dating,” she breathed out.

“Come again?”

“Conrad and I…”

“I know, I heard. What the fuck
Moira?”

“Sam, you promised you wouldn’t overreact,” she cried out.

“I am not overreacting. I am a concerned brother,” he told her. He paced the kitchen, then stopped in front of her, “Did he force you? Come onto you while he was playing caregiver?”

Moira
laughed. “No and no.”

“Well that’s a relief,” Sam said and moved away. He banged his hand on the island, “But motherfucker, that slimy piece of shit.”

“You are overreacting again,” Moira warned. “It’s not like I am underage. I know what I am doing. I know it’s nothing serious, just…” she breathed out, “sex.”

“Okay, if you say you know what you are doing, I’ll have to trust you. But if he mistreats you, all bets are off.” Sam said.

“Ah, are you sure?” she asked puzzled.

“Positive. I know I have to start trusting you more, so just make sure you are using protection because I am not yet ready to be an uncle.”

Moira beamed, “Thanks Sam,” she said.

“Okay kiddo, I have to go to work. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He dropped a kiss on her cheek and was out of the door.

Moira stayed glued to the floor wondering what had just happened. It had gone better than she had expected. Should she trust her good fortune or wonder if maybe someone had replaced her Sam with an alien? She called Conrad and told him about her conversation with Sam. Conrad laughed and told her that maybe he was coming around, or she had just thought the worst all along. She made dinner, ate and cleaned up while talking to him. Finally Conrad let her go, when he realized she sounded sleepy.

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Moira was glad it was a Friday. It had been an intense beginning of the week. She made an extra large box for William which she took to Janet when there was a bit of a lull in her schedule. When she didn’t find Janet at her desk, she dropped the box on her desk and left a note. When she was about to turn and go, she decided to find out if Conrad was busy. He had told her he didn’t have any meetings for that day, and would most likely be in his office all day.

When she knocked and he answered for her to enter, she opened the door and was shocked to find Sam seating in his office.
Moira gasped then walked further inside. “What’s going on?” she asked. They seemed to have been sharing some kind of joke before she came in. Conrad turned slightly and that’s when Moira saw the red mark on his chin. “Oh my God! What did you do Sam? You promised you wouldn’t overreact.” Moira reached Conrad and looked at his chin which seemed to be swollen and turning an ugly color.

Sam ignored her and laughed when
Conrad grimaced at the pain when Moira touched the swelling.

“It’s okay baby. He just needed to say his piece, and now he has said it,”
Conrad told her.

“So now you are both sharing brandy at this time of the day? What kind of idiots do that?”
Moira scolded them both.

“It’s five somewhere,” Sam told her.

It didn’t get better when they both laughed. But she did feel better when Conrad immediately cried out in pain. “Serves you right,” she told him.

“Ow baby! You
could at least kiss it better,” Conrad said to Moira’s retreating back.

She went back to work and left the two fools. Didn’t matter if they beat each other to a pulp. Sam going behind her back, beating
Conrad and they both had the nerve to share a brandy after that? She was so pissed she hoped she didn’t have to see either that day becaue she wasn’t sure what she would do. She was radiating violence and one thing for sure she wouldn’t do after that would be to share a brandy with her victim.

She took her time getting home, meeting some friends after work. By the time she got home, Sam had left
for work, which was just dandy with her. Tomorrow would be soon enough to see her. Unfortunately the other half was lying in wait for her. She had totally ignored his calls all day. Immature, yes. And most likely not his fault. But since no one could tell her what really happened, it was easier to blame them both instead of choosing sides.

“What do you want
Conrad?” she asked as she got out of her car. She locked the car and walked to her apartment with him on her heels.

“Is today, ignore
Conrad day?” he asked, then simply took her keys and opened the front door.

Moira
walked in and switched on the lights as she moved from room to room, concurrently shutting the drapes as she made her rounds. When she came back from her rounds, he told her to pack an overnight bag. Moira was about to refuse, then saw he was itching for a fight. Clearly getting his calls ignored was not something he was used to. She made a u-turn and went to her room then packed a change of clothes for the next day. No way was she staying all weekend. She had plans for the next day which she didn’t relish being disrrupted. She met him back in the living room, pacing. His nostrils flared as he grabbed her waist with one hand, and the other hand went to hold the back of her head. “Are you going to ignore me all day?” he asked her. He pulled her head back slightly and Moira had to drop her bag and hold onto his shoulders. “If you have something to say, say it, and don’t give me the cold shoulder,” he rasped. “Is this about this morning?” he asked.

Moira
nodded.

Conrad
sighed. “Moira you know there was nothing I could do about it. Your brother felt slighted. And as irrational as it may seem. He needed to let it out of his system. I hope you can understand that,” he told her.

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just the scene I walked into this morning… You have to see it from my point of view. And then I see the two of you drinking like you were celebrating something. It’s kind of twisted for people who had been fighting shortly before that.” She shook her head and dropped her head onto his chest.

“That’s how men deal with issues. We fight then forget about it and move on. But I’m sorry we scared you,” he told her. He pulled her closer and rubbed her back. “Please tell me we are okay?” he asked.

“We are fine, but let me just leave a note for Sam. I don’t want him to get worried when he comes back and finds me gone,” she said as she pulled away from his arms.

“He knows,” Conrad said with a guilty expression. “And before you jump to conclusions, I told him if you agreed, you would be spending the night at my place.”

“Is that right,”
Moira laughed. “Somehow I don’t remember agreeing, but rather told as if it were a foregone conclusion.”

He smirked
. “That’s just semantics baby.” He grabbed her overnight bag which she had dropped to the floor. “Come, let’s go.”

Moira
shook her head and grabbed her purse then followed him out of the door.  They picked up pizza on their way which they ate sitting on the floor in Conrad’s living room. Moira was still taking meds, so still couldn’t drink anything alcoholic. She accepted the glass of orange juice, thankful that tonight was her last day for the meds. Which was good timing considering the plans she had for the next day.

Before long
Moira was fast asleep.  Conrad carried her to his bedroom, undressed her and put her to bed. She woke up thirsty and alone in the big bed. She made a mental note to remember to pack a robe next time. She took Conrad’s robe which was way too big for her. She rolled the sleeves until she could see her hands and tied the belt tightly, so it wasn’t hanging too much. She made her way to the kitchen and manged to find a glass in the dark. When she opened the fridge, the light from the opened fridge helped her pour the orange juice without spilling. As she turned back to return the pitcher of juice, she saw a shadow and screamed. The pitcher dropped and shattered. Moira wanted to run back to the bedroom and lock herself, but the fear of glass shards pricking her rootted her to the spot. In the next second the lights came on and she saw Conrad moving swiftly to her. About to take a step, he told her to stay. She looked down at her feet and found glass close to her bare feet. He came from the other end and lifted her onto the island table. When she sat he took a papertowel and cleaned her feet, then turned and cleaned the mess on the floor.

“I’m sorry I broke your pitcher,” she said.

“My fault, I shouldn’t have scared you like that,” he told her. “I can get you more juice tomorrow. Is water okay for now?”

When
Moira nodded, Conrad filled a glass with cold water from the fridge, and added crushed ice as per her instructions. She drank greedily from the glass, then he took it from her and left it in the sick. He carried her back to bed.

“Wait, my legs are sticky. Some of the orange juice splushed on me. And I think it got onto your robe too. I can have it washed for you.”

“No need. I have someone who takes care of my laundry,” he said as he changed direction and let her stand in the shower then removed the robe from her body.

Moira
stood to the side and when the water was to her liking she got under the spray, making sure she didn’t wet her hair. When she came back to bed, she found Conrad undressing. He pulled the top sheet down for her.

Moira
got in between the sheets and turned to watch him as he finished undressing. “What were you doing in the kitchen? Your side of the bed seemed like it hadn’t been slept in,” she said.

“I was in my office, then I heard a noise and came out to investigate,” he told her. He switched off the side lamp and got in beside her. “I should have said something before I spooked you. Are you okay?”

Moira palmed his cheek. “Yes. But it’s almost midnight. Have you been working all this time?”

He opened his mouth and sucked the tip of her thumb that was at the corner of his mouth. “No self respectful male sleeps before ten,” was his response.

Moira laughed. “The events of Tuesday night seem to say otherwise,” she corrected him.

He laughed too. “Baby, we fucked. In between I allowed you to rest by sleeping, while I watched you. I never slept until after 2am.” He pulled her to lie on top, and continued, “I was so ernergetic th
ere was no way I was going to sleep after dropping you off, so I detoured and went to the club.”

Moira
placed her hands on his chest and rested her chin on top of her hands. “Okay, that’s kind of weird. Met any girls there?”

He squeezed one butt cheek. “None that made my pulse beat. And besides none of them were my type.”

“And what is your type?”

“You,” he said and pulled her up until her lips were over his. “Just you, baby.” Then he lowered her head down to meet his.

Moira raised her arms then rested her forearms beside his head. She moved her hands and threaded her fingers through his hair. She took control of the kiss and luxuriated in it as she kissed him with abandon and glided across his body as he caressed her from head to butt. She felt his cock swell between them then felt a slight dampness as the kiss continued. Further down, Moira was all damp, and she knew she was dripping onto him. She whimpered when Conrad caressed the sides of her breasts but wouldn’t move close enough to touch them. She took his bottom lip between her lips and pulled and he groaned. Moira rose up and thrust her tongue, then finally he held her breasts in his hands and tweaked the nipples. She cried out as she gushed out cream which soaked his cock. Conrad held her hips then moved her up and down his body, her cunt gliding along his cock.