Spin Some More (3 page)

As the years passed and his activities with his girlfriends took a turn for the kinky, Penelope had decided to experiment with boys her own age as she approached eighteen—without her parents’ knowledge, of course. Her folks were extremely conservative and had raised Penelope to be a good girl. They were far too old, too, and she didn’t want them having heart attacks on her account.

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Penelope finally went all the way. And rather quickly, sex became surprisingly…addictive. Yet Jason
still
seemed to think that while he was out eating pussy, she was at home playing dress-up or serving tea for her dollies. He was just like her parents, forever thinking she was ten years old.

The fact that she’d become a woman while he was screwing half the country seemed to have completely escaped him. And Penelope wasn’t just any woman. She was a woman who’d secretly watched Jason with dozens of others for years, and was more than willing—dying, actually!—to use those same interesting props and gadgets during sex. When would Jason finally realize that she liked to experiment too? There were a million, zillion things she wanted to do sex-wise…all of them with Jason, and
whomever
he’d want to invite. Yet he looked about as ready to make a move as he had eleven years ago. She knew she
had
to do something to appropriately encourage him. And quickly too—because she couldn’t tolerate living with her sexually starved person any longer. It was as if lately she had some sort of infection that made it impossible to get someone in the sack. She was desperate—and no fit company these days.

Perhaps there were women who preferred security and comfort in their lives.

Penelope craved excitement, adrenaline and sex. Lots of it. Just like Jason liked it. Tie-me-up sex, bowl-of-Jell–O sex, let-all-our-neighbors-watch sex, smack-my-butt sex, break-the-law sex…just about
any
kind of sex. Yet waiting for Jason to give it to her had proved pretty futile. Well…

Enough of that!

Setting the devil on top of her bed and hoping it would be a good, willing accomplice, she spun it and watched it twirl slowly over her comforter, just a single lazy turn until it halted. The fork pointed straight out her window—toward Jason’s place.

She stared wistfully at the ignorant little fellow, still damp from when she’d found him on the shore this morning. “I don’t think Jason’s willing, little friend.” Then she grinned down at it. “But don’t worry, I’m sure there are plenty of men who’d want to play with us,” she said encouragingly.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled out a brown leather book from the nightstand, reached for the phone and dialed.

She went through every number of every single man she knew, ones she’d never quite managed to sleep with and others who’d already shown her a good time.

It was starting to seem extremely odd that none of them seemed interested.

Until Bob Farley said over the phone, “I’d be there in an instant, Penny, but that friend of yours seemed really pissed the last time I was by your place, and he’s a little too much for me to handle, you know?” “Who is?” she asked dumbly.

“Your neighbor. The golfer. Asked me not to come around again—and he didn’t ask me nicely.”

For a few seconds, she was rendered speechless. “Do you mean Jason?”

“The blond guy who’s been playing like shit for the past year?”

“Yes.” Penelope felt lightheaded, and had to place a steadying hand on her forehead.

“Then that’s him all right.”

“But why would he do that?” she asked in a tiny voice, bubbles of fury simmering in her stomach.

“I don’t know, sweetheart, I didn’t hang around long enough to ask, you understand. But why don’t you ask him?”

“I’ll
kill him
, is what I’ll do! Is that why Tom stood me up too?”

“Tom? Oh no,” Bob said, laughing on the other end. “Tom got it much worse. That Jason is one hell of a jealous bastard, sugar. Look, you know how hot I think you are and everything…”

She didn’t hear the rest. She dropped the receiver to her lap and stared down at it in horror. Faintly, she could still hear Bob’s voice rambling on, but her mind was racing and her heart was pounding a mile a minute.

She would kill him, the bastard. Jason was scaring away her men! And how on Earth did he manage to see Bob Farley that night? Bob never even rang the doorbell—

he’d stood her up! Was he actually…?

Oh, but of course he was. Jason was
spying
on her!

How
dare
he, the creep?

True, she’d spied on him too, but she’d never interfered with his dates, even if most times she would’ve been doing him a great favor. After muttering a quick farewell and hanging up, she furiously flipped through the phone book. If Jason was spying on her, then she really ought to give him something to look at.
Of course
he’d been thinking she was innocent—he was damned well making sure of it, wasn’t he?
Well, we’ll see about that
, Penelope thought smugly.

Pausing at a page, she grunted in pleasure at her find and dialed the number of the one place Jason would never suspect she’d look for a partner.

“Hi, is this the Better Have male escort service? I need an escort for tonight.” 

That afternoon, while staring blankly down at his sand wedge and playing the worst eighteen holes of his life, Jason received a package.“Mr. Sheppy?” a young man asked, and Jason nodded. He wore no uniform, and Jason could only deduce the guy had been hired by some shy, star-struck fan.

After hesitantly taking it, he watched the boy leave before tearing the box open, pulling out a pair of white, lacy female underwear and a pair of binoculars with a yellow note.

Innocent? Watch me!

He stared down in puzzlement at the binoculars then at Miss Disaster’s underwear, telling himself he would 
not
 smell them in front of his caddy. Then he thrust both into the outer pocket of his golf bag, zipped it shut and continued down the fairway and on to the next hole. Plugging in the tee, he found himself staring blindly down at the golf ball and wondering what in the hell the little monster was scheming now.

He had absolutely no idea and it made him scowl down at the turf, take a lousy swing and miss. Mumbling a curse, he ignored his caddy’s telling cough and resumed his position again. What he 
did
know for sure was that Miss Disaster wouldn’t be playing spin devil tonight. Pretty much the entire male population of Florida had been warned, so the little miss would shockingly discover she had no one to play with. So unfortunate for her.

Jason knew Bob Farley wouldn’t dare say yes unless he wanted to find his teeth in the next block. Hudson was too vain to want to get his nose cracked. Tom, Oliver and Trent, they’d never risk getting Jason’s five-iron up their asses. And if some bastard with a sudden case of amnesia dared say yes, at least the spin devil hadn’t been very effective recently. It damned well better not start now.

After showering at the club and changing into a clean pair of khaki shorts and a white polo, Jason headed straight home. As soon as he got to his beachfront, he glanced down at his watch, noting it was 8:55 p.m., and took the staircase two steps at a time up to his bedroom. Dropping the binoculars on his bed—because he didn’t need those—he crossed his room toward the full-size telescope by the window.

He’d bought it just to watch her. Yes, that was sick, and it had been damned expensive too, but heck, Jason needed to look after her. Make sure there was no one there who shouldn’t be. Make sure she was okay. That was the sole purpose of the telescope—to protect her.

And maybe watch her sometimes at night while she slept, make sure no robbers or burglars were prowling about. No nighttime lovers.

Whenever he watched her at night, she looked like an angel sleeping over a cloud…lying on her side, little hands tucked under her cheek. He’d tortured himself often, imagining those eyes fluttering open before she pulled back the sheets and welcomed him into her bed. He’d have to say no…right? Because she was too vulnerable, and Jason wasn’t sure if he could be tender and sweet with someone he’d wanted for so long—he liked BDSM, he liked kinky and he liked variety. Penelope was precious and fragile. And his friend. He’d only end up hurting her. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he ever hurt her. Hell, if anyone hurt her. The thought of another man touching her had always driven him out of his mind. He’d told himself repeatedly that when a worthy candidate came along, he was going to have to leave them be—but damn it, no one deserved her at all!

Penelope was pretty selective about her shoes, yet when it came to men, she dated the most hotheaded assholes 
ever
. If it weren’t for Jason, who’d been pretty damned efficient in keeping the men away, she’d have a heartache for every month of the year.

That wasn’t something he was willing to allow. No one was going to use her for sex—or anything else, for that matter. Not Jason, and certainly not some other asshole. Keeping his bedroom lights off, Jason positioned the telescope, aiming it toward the front door first and leaning close to take a look, checking for any parked cars nearby.

Satisfied there weren’t any, he shifted it toward her window. Darkness hung over the beach like a shroud, the blackened sky clear and speckled with stars.

The same instant his eye focused on her window, the curtains to her bedroom slid open. Her room was bathed in warm light and she was there, centered in the window, her loose auburn hair tumbling past her shoulders.

His cock stiffened and he swore under his breath when he noted the sexy, nearly nonexistent number she was wearing. Black. Very sheer and very short, not even reaching thigh.

Jason certainly hadn’t seen 
that
 little number before. It had been made for her, tailored to perfection. God, she had the body of a centerfold. Sleek and curvy. He could see her full, round breasts under the sheer fabric. And if he looked lower…

What the hell did she want to do, give him a goddamned heart attack? She was wearing no panties! Her pussy was about the most tempting thing he’d seen in his life—a perfect short line of trimmed auburn hair that disappeared temptingly between her legs.

He’d wondered about it so many times, his knees felt weak now that he realized he couldn’t have begun to imagine anything as perfect. Was he supposed to forget that image next time he saw her, damn it? Panting for air, he pulled away and glared at the telescope, certain the thing had just scorched his eyeball. Penelope was punishing him, damn her perverted little ass. Now what else did she have in store, besides this little striptease? Innocents weren’t supposed to do that! What in the hell was wrong with her? Didn’t she recall she was Penelope Judd—not a femme fatale, not some groupie, not a sex-bomb?

Holding his breath until his lungs stung, he bent to take another look. She was dragging a chair and placing it before the window. Then she sat back and remained very still, her eyes fixed straight on him, as if she had a superhuman eye and could miraculously see all the way into his room. His muscles tightened with need—one in particular more than the others.

Gracefully, as if she’d done this a million times, she lifted the sheer little thingy up past her stomach and parted her legs. Jason felt dizzy. Her pussy was swollen and pink and so damned wet that it glistened. He licked his lips as he watched her rub the tip of one finger over her clit, delicately moving it in slow, dizzying circles. He hissed out a breath when she briskly thrust the full length of her finger inside her.

Hunger tightened her face, her eyes slamming shut, her forehead creasing with a desire so fierce that it looked almost painful. Jason couldn’t take it—he’d been suffering with this need for months. Years even. It was so damned hard not to want her, especially when she was in every dream, in the back of his mind every time he fucked someone. Groaning a choked, pained sound, he grappled with his shorts and underwear, dropping them to his ankles so he could fist his cock.

He curled his fingers around himself and slowly began to stroke, his watchful eye on her. She was screwing two fingers inside her pussy now, her legs spread so wide she’d draped the back of a knee over each armrest. Jason squeezed the base of his cock then stroked upward, tightening his hold when he reached the head, all the while caressing his scrotum with his other hand, fiddling with his balls. She suddenly pulled the nightie over her head then grabbed something from nearby. A pink, silicone dildo.

Where the hell did she get that?

She held it with steady hands, as if it were no stranger to her, and the truth of the matter was, the woman looked anything but sweet now. She looked burning, sizzling hot, and this time he found nothing laughable in it. Damn her, she made him want her so bad. Why was she torturing him like this? This past year had been hell! He’d been going haywire trying not to notice her “charms”, particularly since a good part of the time they were so obviously on display for him.

But there was no harm in looking now, was there? He was more than a hundred yards away, his lights were off and the night was conveniently black, with no moon to disclose him or his intentions. No one ever need know, and if she asked, he could always pretend he hadn’t seen anything…

So he watched, fevered with arousal, as she rubbed the tip of the cock between the heavy globes of her breasts before moving it lower. Oh God, he might even die watching—and a sweet death it would be.

Yeah, go on, slide it into that pussy, baby…

Her mouth parted and she let out a moan he imagined he could hear as she thrust that fake dick into her pussy. Jason shuddered, delirious as he noted the pleasure that flashed on her face as she fucked herself with that huge dildo. He fervently wished it was him. He wished he owned that fucking cock and was buried deep inside her, deep inside that wet, slippery, tight-as-ass cunt of hers.

She withdrew the dildo and brought it to her mouth, tasting her juices on the tip of it with her tongue then dipping it fully past her lips and into the hot, wet cave of her mouth.