The Best Man (15 page)

“Of course.” She batted an eyelash. “Isn’t
that the point?”

“Do you know you have the sexiest
damn feet?”

“Uh huh.” She slapped his hand off
her thigh. “You’ve told me before. And we have a much larger crowd today, so be
a good boy—for a change—if you can.”

He leaned away from her and chortled,
then glanced over at the tote board. “It’d be a lot easier to be a good boy if
you weren’t so intent on being a naughty girl.” He gave her a crooked smile and
laid half the
Daily Racing Form
across her lap.

She scowled at him when she felt his
fingers toying with the hem of her skirt, which had ridden half way up her
thigh. “If you persist on being bad, I’ll have to spank you when we get back
home.”

He withdrew his hand from under the
newspaper and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Is that a promise?”

She burst out laughing. “Trust me. So
how did we do on the last race?”

“Your horse came in right behind
mine, so we not only won the race but got the exacta.”

She couldn’t help herself. She
quickly leaned over and whispered, “So does that mean I was riding your ass?”

He shook his head and checked out
the horses across the way at the starting gate with his binoculars. “So now who
is taunting?”

“So how much more do I have to do
before
I’ve
earned a spanking?”

“Not a bit more,” he said out of the
corner of his mouth. “You earned that when you came back to the box with your
collar at such a rakish angle.”

“Do we have to stay for all the
races?”

He let the binoculars hang from his
neck and gave her a crooked smile. “You getting a little hot?”

She nodded.

“We can leave after the eighth. Will
that be soon enough for you?”

She pouted. “It’ll have to be.”

“So tell me,” Kitty said, “do you suppose
our sitting out here on my back porch sipping brandy rather than screwing in my
entryway as soon as we stepped into the house is a sign of maturity, or a
cooling of our relationship?”

“I like to think we’re merely
banking the fire so it doesn’t go out in a blazing flash.” Jared brought the
snifter to his lips. She watched his Adam’s apple bob and knew he was teasing
her. “What do you think?”

Kitty blew him a kiss. “I think you
might want to know that I removed my panties when I stopped in the bathroom.”

“Ah, at least I won’t have to rip
them off you.”

“That particular item in my wardrobe
has been shrinking in number since you’ve come into my life.”

Smirking, Jared brushed the back of
a hand across her cheek. “I didn’t intend on impoverishing you. Perhaps you
ought to consider going commando.”

“Uh, uh, I come across too many
weirdos in my line of work. There are occasions when even I get a little
nervous showing a house to a guy, or even a couple—particularly late at night.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.” Jared’s
tone had shifted from playful to sober. “Maybe you should dress more
conservatively—a suit perhaps.”

“Nope. I won’t let others change who
I am. I like dressing sexy and I like feeling sexy.” She raised an eyebrow. “You
might be surprised by how much easier it is for me to engage people when I’m
pleased with how I look.”

His lips curled up.

“Maybe you wouldn’t be so surprised.”

He nodded. “So in order to conserve
your wardrobe, you might want to think about going commando when we’re
together.”

She reached for his hand and laid it
on her bare knee, confident he’d manage to find his way from there. Rocking
slowly in the wicker rocker, she confessed, “I have been giving that some
serious thought. It does seem like a reasonable compromise.”

“Exactly,” Jared said, pushing his
chair back and settling on his knees in front of her rocker. “You save on your
clothes budget and trips to the store, and I can imagine you ready for
attention on the whim of a moment.”

He scrunched his mouth. “So is my
Kitty wanting some serious attention?” He lifted her left foot and removed the
high heeled sandal.

“Absolutely,” she purred, slouching
lower in the wicker rocker.

She shivered when he brought her
foot to his mouth and laved her instep. “Oh God,” Kitty whimpered as Jared took
his time, drawing one toe in his mouth only to replace it with another. When he
was apparently satisfied that foot was clean, he rested the leg over the arm of
the rocker and reached for the other foot.

“You are a jewel,” he whispered as
he undid the jeweled straps on the second sandal.

He began with the top of her foot,
leaving no square inch unwashed. She arched her neck against the back of wicker
chair as he suckled her toes—this time all at once. He chewed on them and
chuckled at her squeals.

She hiked her dress up over her
waist in case he’d forgotten his objective. She knew she must be puffy and
glistening by now. She’d creamed repeatedly as he began devouring her toes.

Jared draped that leg over the other
arm of the chair. She had to be about as exposed and vulnerable as she’d ever
been.

“Is someone feeling left out,” he
teased, running the tip of his tongue between his lips.

She nodded. “Very.” She inched lower.

“In due time,” he said, kissing
first one knee and then the other.

She peered at him though her
eyelashes when his lips left her flesh.

“Do you know your clit is already on
alert?”

“Not surprising,” she said, gritting
her teeth.

He planted a kiss on her inner
thigh. She jerked forward.

“Are you posturing for me?” His lips
slid along the inside of her other thigh.

She couldn’t stop the moans escaping
from her lips.

“Is my Kitty calling out for her
Tom?”

She sighed and arched her pelvis
when at last she felt his warm breath on her vulva. She smacked her lips when
he moved higher to lap at her belly ring. “Jesus.”

“You do look good in diamonds. Taste
good, too.”

“I’m glad,” she replied, squirming
beneath his tongue, using every trick she could come up with to get that tongue
in contact with her clit.

He brushed his lips back and forth
across her lower abs, avoiding her clit. He pulled away and she gasped and then
grinned as his tongue began lapping at one side of her pussy and then the
other.

She felt herself purr. Maybe she
was
his kitty, and he her Tom. Had any female cat worked harder to focus her Tom’s
attention?

His hands feathered her thighs and
the tip of his tongue at last found her crevice. She spread as wide as she
could and still remain in the chair. His head moved up and down and the flat of
his tongue spread her pussy lips even wider.

He left her pussy to thoroughly
explore the ridge between it and her anus. She hugged her breasts together,
loving his attention but needing more. She wasn’t going to be responsible for
what she did if he stayed at this pace. With considerable effort, she resisted
reaching for her clit.

His furled tongue widened her
portal. “Thank God,” she moaned, banging her heels against the wicker.

She thrilled when a long finger
probed her channel and then nearly wept when it pulled out. Then a finger
tapped at her back entrance and she knew Jared wasn’t about to leave anything
unexplored. “Oh, yeah.” She let out a sigh, trying to be patient. Her man might
seem intent on being deliberate, but she no longer questioned the merit of waiting.

She’d lost track of time, but he
must’ve been eating her for half an hour. He must be eager for his reward. She
was certainly more than ripe.

His finger remained poised just
inside her ass, waiting for her to expand. It tested her again and she smiled
and bore down on it as the finger discovered it was more than welcomed.

“You can be a maestro when you want
to be. My titties are so fucking hot,” she said, caressing and twisting her
nipples.

Jared didn’t even attempt to mumble
a response. Instead he burrowed in earnest, in and out of her pussy and in and
out of her ass.

Again she arched her pelvis as much
as she could manage. He must know she was beyond recall. Her loins trembled
like jelly and then he fondled her clit and then she lost track of what was
doing what where. All she knew was she could hardly sit still. She puffed air
through her lips, keeping time with that inner clock. Her hands flew to her
ears trying to hold herself together.

“Oh God,” she groaned, vaguely aware
the chair was rocking beneath her, exaggerating every move they made. She threw
her head to the side and let herself go.

She didn’t know how long she’d been
away before she realized her lover continued to clean her pussy with his tongue.
He was no longer trying to arouse her, only tidying up. She preened and laced
her fingers through his hair. She could get used to this.

“No,” she cried out, sitting up
abruptly pulling away from his tongue and squeezing her thighs tight.

Jared lurched away from her. The
look of confusion on his face confirmed her suspicions. When had he stopped
being satisfied with robust sex? Why did he want to taint sex with an
irrational emotion?

Once her head had cleared she
remembered feeling it in his tongue, in his fingers, in his soft moans. He’d
been loving her. Was he even aware of the change?

“What’s wrong?” Jared eyed her
cautiously. “I thought you were enjoying that.” He rose to his feet as she
pushed her dress down over her thighs. “I was.”

“I was to a point, but you were
being nice and naughty.” She stood and drew a finger along his stiff jaw line.

“I don’t understand,” Jared growled,
grabbing her wrist.

“That’s more like. Get your back up.”
She kissed the tip of his chin. He didn’t flinch. “You were assaulting my
emotions. That kind of tenderness only leads to broken hearts. I won’t allow
that.”

“But…”

“Ssh. I like being with you, Jared. I’ve
never been more alive sexually than I have these past several weeks, but don’t
go trying to turn that attraction into anything else. Understood?”

His eyes darkened, but he did nod. “Whatever
the lady desires. I’ll try not to assault you emotionally. You can trust me,
you know.”

“Good.” She flashed an eyebrow. “But
maybe I’m not looking for a man I can trust. Predictability is the bane of
sexual relationships. Come now,” she said, taking him by the hand. “It’s time
to pay the price for being so naughty to me.”

- o -

Jared eyed Kitty with a trace of
caution once he’d removed his clothes as she’d directed. She stood in the
middle of the bedroom waiting for him and had made no move to strip out of her
yellow dress.

His cock extended full and ready,
but she probably wasn’t particularly interested in his cock at the moment. He’d
infuriated her on the porch. She hadn’t been able to explain why, but
he
knew. She’d felt his love for her coming through his touch. So be it. He’d be
more careful in the short run, but perhaps it was good she’d made that
discovery.

She hadn’t been completely scared
off. Instead, she’d turned their emotions back into a game she could dictate.

“Kneel in the cushion chair,” she
ordered, “facing away from me.”

He nodded, draped his arms over the
back of the chair and peeked behind him. She was smiling. “Raise your ass more.
That’s right.”

“Put your wrists together,” she
said, stepping around the chair. Only then did he see that she carried a
leather strap, which she quickly secured around his wrists.

“That should hold you,” she muttered
before kissing his head. “I wouldn’t want you trying to turn the tables on me
midcourse. Are you comfortable enough?”

“Yeah, get on with it.”

“Oh, I give the orders. Don’t go
anywhere—I’ll be right back.”

Maybe she was going to take off the
dress at last. He followed her move in the mirrors that decorated her bedroom. She
was clearly a woman who loved watching herself.

She rummaged through a dresser
drawer before turning back to him. His eyes widened and his heart fluttered at
the sight of the toys she laid out on the bed. They included a whip that
appeared to be made of felt—maybe that was wishful thinking—several vibrators
and dildos and a strap-on harness with a dildo in place. And there were two
bottles of lube. Punishment for his transgression wasn’t going to be quick.

“Getting the picture?” she asked,
picking up the whip. “You’ve been very naughty.”

She probably didn’t need a reply. He
clinched his butt.

“Don’t be so anxious. I’m not going
to hurt you. You know that. You trust me, right?”

“Sometimes,” he grunted, staring at
her reflection in the mirror.