Temporary Bliss (14 page)

God, he’s goofy. Check!

“Well, I do have a change of clothes, but I like your idea better.”

Daniel tugs my arm, pulling my body hard against him. “I’ve been remembering the way you taste all day. So fucking sweet,” he says, burying his face in my neck as his tongue starts tracing rousing circles up my neck. “Still sweet.”

I wrap my arms around his neck as my body goes limp against his.

“Shouldn’t we start the bath?” I say hoarsely, my voice totally giving away how much I really don’t want a bath right now unless it is bathing myself in all things Daniel. I seem to lose my head around this man and his addictive mouth.

He pulls away and gives me his sexy grin. “I have a better idea now.” I moan at the loss of contact but smile when I see him stepping into his huge shower room with a giant monsoon shower head and turning it on. “I need to introduce you to my shower buddy I’m now calling Mac,” he says holding up a bottle of body wash. I crack up laughing, my crazy mind wondering when shower head Daniel can meet up with body wash Mac.

I start pulling my scrubs off in front of him, leaving him with nothing to do but stare at my naked self. What can I say? I was a girl scout, and we were always taught to think one step ahead.

His eyes instantly turn heated when he sees me standing there naked. “I like your thinking, Mac,” he says, stepping towards me as he strips off his top. “God, I can’t get enough of this,” he says before our lips crash together in a heated tangle of teeth, tongues, and lips like we’re starving for each other. Without pulling apart, he tugs his workout shorts off then lifts my ass until I’m straddling his waist. He smothers my squeal of surprise with his mouth as he rubs his tongue against mine. I have a feeling this is going to be a long hot shower, my favorite kind.

A few orgasms later and I’m totally spent, lying on my stomach on Daniel’s one thousand thread count sheets. I can’t stop staring at his beautiful face. I know men aren’t meant to be beautiful, but in my post orgasmic haze - a result of his seemingly endless sexual talents - he looks beautiful.

He looks across the pillow towards me, staring into my half-open, tired eyes.

“What did they give you? You said that each guy gave you something you needed,” he asks absentmindedly, not dropping his gaze from mine.

I’m suddenly hit with a nervous, awkward conversation avoiding, coughing fit.

“Shit, Mac. Are you okay?” He’s sitting upright now, leaning over me and rubbing my back.

“I’m okay,” I gasp out, trying to catch my breath back. Shit, that question was unexpected.

“Good, I didn’t want my difficult question to kill you for God’s sake.” He stops rubbing my back long enough to roll me over and wrap his arm around my waist, shifting in close so that my back is against his rock hard chest...

After a few minutes of silence, I hear him sigh against my neck as he gently nuzzles my hair. “It’s okay, Mac, you can tell me,” he murmurs against my skin, encouraging me to open up.

“Well, I met Sean at a fetish club one night about six months ago. Kate and I went there because a friend of mine from work said they made awesome cocktails, and had a 9-11 happy hour on Friday nights. After a few too many tequila shots, we got talking, and it started from there,” I explain, the words flowing out of me like verbal diarrhea.

“Mmm hmm,” I feel him say against my collar bone, which he is slowly tracing with his nose.

“We both knew it wouldn’t work out dating wise, but physically it worked well, so whenever I’m in the mood for something a bit, I dunno, different, and he’s in town, we catch up.”

“Define different, Mac,” Daniel whispers, his mouth now right behind my ear. The huskiness in his voice sends shivers up my spine, and I unconsciously arch my back, pushing my ass into his hardening groin. He pushes forward, rubbing up against me, and I stifle back my moan when I feel his hard length resting between my ass cheeks.

“Ah….he’s a bit more….demanding, shall we say.”

I feel him move his pelvis away from mine, his left hand moving from my waist, around my hip before caressing my ass cheek. “So, you like to be spanked? Is that it, Mac?” His strained voice giving away just how much this conversation is turning him on.

“Yes,” I moan just as I feel the smack of his hand against me. “Ahhh, yes!” I spit out, biting my lip and relishing in the delicious burning sensation radiating from my behind.

“More?” he asks, his hand returning to its gentle circling motion. I drop my head back against his shoulder, turning my head to his inviting lips briefly. “You liked that, didn’t you, Mac?” he breathes out against my lips. I barely nod my head before I feel the rush of air under the sheets as his hand meets my ass again. I don’t bother hiding my moan this time. He’s enjoying this as much as I am, and I’m definitely not going to hide my delight at seeing this new side.

It seems that Superman’s talents hold no bounds.

It’s just a shame my heart does.

The next few weeks fly by. Between working five shifts a week, and seeing Daniel, I’ve barely had time to think.

I’ve come to realize that Daniel is like a drug habit. I can’t get enough of his body, his touch, his talented orgasm inducing tongue that turns me into a screaming banshee within minutes. I’m starting to think that I need to buy Kate some earplugs because on the nights we’ve stayed at my place, Daniel seems to make it his mission to break his multiple orgasm record with me. And just for the record, we both seem to win every time.

Now it’s Saturday night, and Daniel has conned me into going to Noah’s for a dinner party. Apparently, they had a man to man talk, and surprisingly, Noah’s mid-shift texts became non-existent; even the ‘Hi, how are you?’ ones.

Coincidence? Hell, no!

It kind of irked me when Daniel told me about it, but he explained that they’ve been friends for years and it is bro code to stake your claim. If you ask me, men are weird. God, if Kate and I liked the same guy, we’d usually toss a coin for him.

I’ve gone for a sexy casual look, which is just a step up from at home casual. In short, I’m wearing jeans that look like they’ve been painted on, paired with a nice pair of silver wedges I’ve borrowed from Kate, and a cowl neck top that clings to my bust before tapering out. I’ve put my hair up in a loose pony tail and with a quick brush of bronzer, some mascara and lip gloss, I’m good to go.

Just as I sit down with a rather large glass of wine to prepare myself for the awkwardness ahead, Daniel turns up at my door looking as hot as ever wearing a black short sleeved shirt and cargo shorts. Guys have it so fucking easy, I swear to God they could wear anything and get away with it. After Kate lets him in, he walks over and leans over the couch, giving me a hot and heavy kiss with just a hint of tongue before pulling away and standing up again.

“You’re such a tease,” I sigh, much to his obvious delight.

“You look gorgeous, gorgeous,” he says with a grin. He leans down, bringing his lips close to my ear. “And I can’t wait to peel you out of those jeans as soon as possible.”

“Promises, promises,” I murmur as he buries his face in my neck, placing soft kisses along my collarbone. Goddammit, if only there was time for a pre-gamer. Then I’d definitely feel more relaxed about where we’re going.

“There’s a beer in the fridge if you want it,” I say, leaning away from him.

“Thanks. How was your day?”

I smile. “It was good. Did the cleaning and the laundry. Even managed to have a nap to recover from being kept up so late last night.”

“I don’t remember you objecting, Mac. In fact, I’m sure there was some begging involved,” he adds with a smirk.

“Nope, not me,” I respond with a grin. “You sure we have to go to this thing tonight? Wouldn’t you rather stay home and stay in me?” I turn around so that I’m facing him.

He stops his fridge mission and turns around. “Stay
in
you?” he asks with a quirked brow.

“Well, yeah.” I feel my cheeks heat up, realizing I didn’t quite think this plan through.

“I can stay
in
you all night, and most of tomorrow morning, but tonight we’re going to Noah’s BBQ. He’s okay with it, we’re okay with it, it’s all good,” he states calmly before resuming his beer seeking mission and closing the fridge behind him.

Popping the cap and taking a long first swig, I marvel at the way his adam’s apple bobs up and down with every swallow. What I wouldn’t give to trace my tongue down his neck…

“Mac, stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat, and you’re a starving animal. I’m sure even you can hold out for a few hours to socialize with friends and eat dinner.”

“I suppose,” I say with a pout. I try hard, but I fail to hold back a cheeky grin.

“Good. Now, I know we’re early, but we should head out soon. Don’t want to be late to our coming out party, now do we?”

Coming out what?

I choke on my wine. “Coming out party?”

“Well, yeah. Most of our friends will be there with their wives and girlfriends. This will be the first time in a long time that I’ve taken someone,” he says nonchalantly, likes it’s an everyday fucking occurrence. I try to appear unaffected on the outside, but inside I’m freaking out.

A fucking coming out party? For Daniel and I? Even though we’re not
not
dating and aren’t sleeping with other people?

Fuck me dead!

We may be monogamous, but that’s all it is. We spend a lot of time together, we sleep together, and I only agreed to this BBQ outing because I saw the unease on Daniel’s face when he first suggested it and I hated to disappoint him. That look tugs on heart strings I thought I’d severed long ago.

“Right, okay,” I say determinedly, downing the last of my wine and taking my glass back to the kitchen. “I’m ready to get this over with if you are.”

Daniel is frowning. He rubs his face with his spare hand, finishing his beer before stepping towards me. He wraps one hand around my waist and pulls me in flush against him, cupping my cheek with the other and pulling my lips close to his.

“Mac, don’t over think this. It’s just a BBQ with some friends of mine. Nothing more.” He kisses me slowly but surely, taking his time to make sure he clears my head of anything except the way he’s consuming me. He eventually eases back until our lips are barely touching. “But thank you for coming with me. It means a lot.”

“You can make it up to me later. Maybe we can break another record,” I say, trying to break the sudden serious tone of this conversation.

“Well, I’ve always been told that I’m an overachiever.”

And with that, Delicious Daniel is back to his best. He takes my hand in his, entwining our fingers in that way that makes my heart sigh and my body melt, and walks me to the door to lead me out to his waiting car.

Twenty minutes later, we’re parking outside a nice unassuming two story house in the suburbs amongst a number of other cars, indicating that this is more than just a ‘small’ gathering of friends. I look over at Daniel who suddenly looks nervous. He runs his hand through his dark hair before turning towards me.

“I like that you’re here with me, Mac. Thank you for doing this.”

He’s unusually tense, like he’s afraid of something...afraid of my reaction to this. I hate knowing that I’ve done this to him.

I lean over and rest my hand on his jaw, feeling the slight furriness of his stubble. A shudder rushes through me at the thought of other places where that stubble feels just as good. “I’m here to be with you. Let’s go meet your friends and have some fun,” I say, gently brushing my lips against his, trying to reassure him.

He moves into the kiss, wrapping his hand possessively around my neck and sliding his tongue against mine. I whimper into his mouth, spurring him on as his hunger takes over. He nips my bottom lip before tracing his tongue along it, soothing the gentle sting. My other hand rests on his chest, right over his heart which is thudding rapidly under my touch.

This is too much for me. My head is fuzzy as our tongues continue their tangled embrace, our bodies acting like magnets, unable to get close enough. I tear my lips away from him, lowering my head to his shoulder as I try to catch my breath, and regain my senses.

“Tell me you feel this, gorgeous? Tell me I’m not dreaming this,” he rasps against my temple.

“I’m feeling it, and it’s scaring the shit out of me,” I whisper.

I feel rather than hear his sigh of relief, but the tension seeping out of his entire body as the words leave my mouth is unmistakable.

We sit like that for a few minutes, not moving. A blaring horn snaps us out of it, and we pull apart. I look up at Daniel’s beautiful face, relishing in the sly grin on his face.

“What?” I ask with a smile.

“Nothing. You’re just even more beautiful with messed up hair and swollen lips.” Then, he has the audacity to smirk at me.

“Shit,” I mutter before pulling down the overhead mirror and trying to repair the damage. “Lucky I bought emergency supplies then, isn’t it?” I wink at him as I open my purse and proceed to touch up my lip gloss and fix up my hair. “There, just like new.”

“Let’s get this show on the road,” Daniel says opening his door and circling the car before opening mine. He holds his hand out to me and entwines our fingers together as he helps me out, closing the door behind me and walking towards the party...and Noah.