Out of Her League (13 page)

“I didn’t want to drag you into the middle
of it,” Michaela said at last. Lachlan had never seen her act this way, not
even when he was freaking out. She seemed hesitant. Almost shy.

He hated it.

Robby, however, looked unimpressed. “What
made you assume that would’ve happened?”

“You’re best friends with Blake,” she said to
her tea cup.

“I am
not
,” Robby snapped.

Michaela looked up at him. “But you were so
close. What happened?”

Robby slammed his hands down on his hips, positively
radiating righteous anger. “Would you believe my asshole
former
best
friend took a video of himself having sex with this wonderful woman, who I love
very much, and sold it to pornographers? I’ve not spoken a civil word to him
since.”

Michaela’s cup rattled against the saucer
before she managed to put both back down on the table. Lachlan took a step
forward, alarmed when he saw tears gathering in her eyes.

Robby beat him to her, perching on the
couch closest to her and taking her hands in his. “How could you think I would
forgive him? I wrote you emails, tried to get your hideously stubborn brothers
to tell you, but I never heard back.”

“I didn’t—” She swallowed, wiping at her
eyes fruitlessly, the tears still spilling over. “I changed my email addresses.
Told my family I didn’t want to hear what anyone was saying. Everyone…they left
me, Robby. They were supposed to be my friends, and they either laughed it off
or jumped ship. How could I expect
his
friends to be any different?”

“Oh, princess. It’s good you’re so pretty,
because you’re really fucking stupid sometimes, you know that?”

A wet but happy laugh burbled out of
Michaela. “And you were always such a bitch,” she said with a wealth of
affection.

“But you’ve missed me anyway.”

“I really have,” she confessed, falling against
Robby’s chest as he reached for her. He pulled her onto the couch with him for
a long hug.

Lachlan edged back, giving them time and
privacy as they spoke quietly to each other. He checked Michaela’s face occasionally,
just to be sure she still had that small, happy smile, but kept his distance.
When it didn’t seem like they would run out of things to say anytime soon, he
decided maybe he’d go wander around the block a couple times and let them be
alone.

“Stop right there, Mr. Thirty-Four-Inch-Inseam,”
Robby drawled the moment Lachlan’s hand touched the curtain.

Lachlan froze. “Uh…”

“Where do you think you’re going?” Michaela
asked, her voice laced with amusement.

“I was just going to leave you two to—uh,
bond, or whatever,” he said, turning back to find them both grinning at him.

“Nice try,” Michaela said, moving back to
her chair with far more dignity than most people could manage, since it meant
she practically had to crawl off Robby’s lap. “Now go stand on that platform
and let Wiggles do his thing.”

Lachlan obeyed, since Robby was probably
faster—and definitely craftier—than him, and wouldn’t hesitate to tackle him to
the ground if he tried to make a break for it.

As soon as he was on the dais, Robby
smirked and flapped his hand up and down in front of Lachlan. “Take it all
off.”

“
Wut
?”

“Well, okay, you can leave the boxer briefs
on. And the undershirt, if you must,” he added with a long-suffering sigh.

“How do you know I’m wearing boxer briefs?”

Robby eyed his groin pointedly before
smiling sweetly up at Lachlan. “I’m an expert at determining men’s preferences.”

Lachlan chuckled. Robby was a very
difficult man not to like. Even his leers were oddly charming and, like the man
himself, Lachlan suspected, completely harmless.

Michaela smiled and cocked her head, waiting
to see what Lachlan would do next. She looked a little like someone had hit her
over the head with a brick when he stripped down to his underwear, tossing his
clothes—including the undershirt—onto the bench nearby.

It served her right.

Maybe he should have warned her that he
rarely got flustered around a woman once he knew just how to give her an
orgasm.

After yet another overly-familiar once-over,
Robby approached with his tape measure out and a determined expression. Lachlan
sent Michaela a long, bland stare as Robby took his measurements, including confirming
his spot-on inseam estimate and taking extra care, Lachlan was sure, to give
his junk an extra nudge here and there.

Michaela tried to hide her grin behind her
tea cup.

“I have just the thing,” Robby announced.

“We need it the day after tomorrow,”
Michaela said blithely, as if she assumed it would be no trouble.

Robby gave her a baleful look, then sailed
from the room with his chin up, but without argument.

Michaela arched a brow at Lachlan as soon
as they were alone. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were an exhibitionist.”

“Nothing you weren’t going to see soon
anyway,” he murmured with a long, assessing once-over of his own.

Her cheeks went pink
.
“Why, Dr. Morrison, I do believe I’m discovering a whole new side
to you.”

“Well,
I
do believe that with those
mirrors behind me, you can see all my sides pretty clearly already.”

Michaela snorted into her tea cup, her eyes
dancing.

Robby returned with a suit over one arm,
pausing to take in the scene before him. He marched over to Lachlan and passed
him the hanger. “I have to make a phone call,” he announced. “No one will
disturb you for at least ten minutes, at which time you should have this suit
on.”

He sent Michaela a long look Lachlan
couldn’t interpret, then made another dramatic exit.

Michaela stood and came to Lachlan. He
looked down at her curiously, wondering what she was up to, but didn’t hesitate
to follow her when she wrapped her hand around his wrist and pulled him off the
dais and into one of the curtained cubicles.

She hung the suit from a hook on the wall.

“If I’m willing to strip down out there,
why would I care about having privacy to put clothes back on?” he asked,
confused.

She put her hand on his cheek and he
happily let her pull him closer. “That’s not why we need privacy,” she whispered
in his ear, resting her hand low on his belly.

He shifted in a futile effort to stop the
flow of blood to his cock. Goddamn, what was she up to? Did she
want
Robby
to get an eyeful? Because there wasn’t any way Lachlan was going to be able to
hide what was going on his shorts right now. He could already hear Robby
complaining about how his dick was ruining the line of the suit.

He shifted again, but that only served to
drag her fingertips across his skin like five perfect, hot brands, catching on
the line of hair below his navel.

He sucked in a deep, desperate breath. “We
can’t here. You shouldn’t risk—”

“It’s safe, I promise. And what I should
never do is let you give me three magnificent orgasms and not at least give you
one in return.”

Lachlan’s brain stuttered.
Three
?
He’d only given her one, unless… “You. After I left, you…”

“I haven’t come that hard in
years
,”
she told him, her voice husky, her lips brushing against his ear.

And Jesus fucking Christ, what else could
he do but to kiss her?

It was frantic from the moment their lips
touched, his cock smashed to her belly as he hauled her up against him. This
was insane. And possibly stupid. But she’d said it was safe and he was beyond
giving it more thought than that.

He grappled to keep her close when she put
her hands to his chest, but she succeeding in prying herself loose.

“I haven’t done this in a long time,” she
announced, then dropped to her knees at his feet.

Lachlan slapped his palms against the walls
on either side of him and cursed viciously under his breath. She smiled up at
him while tucking her fingertips into his boxers and tugged them down.

“Okay?” she asked.

And really, was she fucking kidding? He
nodded maniacally, jerking to a stop the moment his aching dick popped free. She
hummed in apparent appreciation, the muscles in his back and ass clenching
tight when she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft.

Then she just stared at him for a moment.

“You don’t have to—”

“Shut up.”

“Okay,” he said meekly, wondering if he
could actually die from blow-job anticipation alone.

She licked her lips, once, then opened her
mouth and leaned forward.

His first and last thought as his cock was
enveloped in soft, warm suction was,
Well, this isn’t going to take long.
Robby
had given them ten minutes and they’d already used one, maybe two. Lachlan
would only need three more. Tops.

Michaela’s chuckle vibrated around him, and
he realized, dimly, that he’d done at least some of that math out loud. He
groaned as she sucked him further into her mouth, hot sparks running up his
spine. Her tongue wriggled miracles along the underside of his shaft as he
watched it disappear between her lips. When her lips met her hand she hovered
there, taking him apart with gentle undulations that he could feel all the way
down to his toes.

Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled back,
until she drew off with an obscene pop and gasped. She contemplated his dick
almost curiously, watching the bead of pre-come form on the head before she licked
it off.

He wanted to tell her how much he liked it,
how good it felt, all the things he wanted her to do and wanted to do to her.
He bit his lip, hard, holding back everything but the little, uncontrollable
grunts each lap of her tongue tore from him.

She slid her hand down his shaft gently and
he bit his lip harder, watching how she studied him while she rubbed the
sensitive divot underneath the head with her thumb, mind-numbing little circles
that teased out another drop. She promptly licked it away before poking the tip
of her tongue into the slit, as if chasing more.

He legs shook with the effort to keep hips
still, his lips sore from keeping the jumble of filthy words from falling out
of his mouth.

“I want to hear you,” she said, as if
reading his mind.

“Nghgh,” he offered helpfully with a burst
of air.

She smiled, obviously pleased, and slid
back down. When she drew back, she followed with a twist of her hand.

“Fuck,” he gasped, finding control of his
tongue after all. “You look so hot sucking my cock. Your mouth is fucking
unbelievable. It’s…” He trailed off when she sucked harder, his eyes almost
crossing. Her hand cupped his balls, her thumb rubbing across, then tucking
between them, separating them gently. The pressure was tremendous, almost too
much, but perfect for it.

Two fingers pressed up behind his sac and
his hips jerked forward, his cock sinking deeper into her mouth.

“Jesus, sorry. Sorry,” he babbled, forcing
himself to ease back and hold still. “But god, keep…just like that. I’m not…I’m
not going to last,” he warned.

She followed the movement of his hips,
keeping him deep, her tongue and the suction relentless. His balls drew tighter
against her palm and thumb, and she hummed happily, his groan a counterpoint in
bass.

He fought not to thrust, his fingers
digging into the cubicle walls as he gasped for breath and stared down at her. “God,
I want to fuck your mouth,” he blurted, the truth spilling out of him. “I want
to wrap your hair around my hands and hold you still and fuck until I can’t
take it anymore and come on your face.”

Michaela’s eyelids fluttered and she
whimpered around his cock, and—
fuck—
she wanted that. He could see it in
her dark eyes and flushed cheeks, and the red swollen lips wrapped around his
dick, still working him to the edge of reason. It would be so fucking good, but
it wasn’t for today. At least, not now.

He imagined taking her home after this and
doing this again, with explicit permission to—

“Oh, shit, I’m gonna—” he said hoarsely,
trying to warn her, but she only sucked harder. He dropped one hand,
desperately threading his fingers through her hair and tugging back, but she
just let go of his balls, and sank her fingers into the meat of his ass,
tugging him closer.

Then the little vixen sucked
harder.

He groaned, low and anguished, and let
himself fall.

Michaela held on as Lachlan shook above
her, his cock throbbing against her tongue as she swallowed the results of her
hard work. When he gasped and gave a last, great shudder, she carefully drew
back, licking him clean as best she could before releasing him with a final,
soft kiss.

She looked up, ensnared by his wild-eyed stare.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he whispered, his
voice raw, like he’d been the one giving head.

She smiled and rose to her feet as
gracefully as she could manage. Her body felt hot, her head light. She wanted
him so much she could taste it. She licked her lips, checking for any evidence
he’d left behind. Boy, could she ever
taste
it.

“I’ll be just a minute more,” Robby called
distantly, his voice muffled by the exterior curtains.

Lachlan jumped, his eyes widening in
horror.

“Relax,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss
him gently. Quickly. “Next time you can come anywhere you want on me, but this
time I thought it would be better if we kept things tidy.”

He stood there, staring at her like she’d
just punched him in the face. She grinned and tugged his boxers back into
place, then threw the curtain open and sauntered back to her seat and her tepid
tea. By the time she’d finished it, Lachlan had donned the tuxedo pants and was
pulling the shirt over his shoulders and grabbing the jacket.