The Fifth Lesson (The Bay Boys #2) (8 page)

“Mom—“

“Perfect.
 
I’ll see you both on Thursday.
 
Have a
good time
at dinner, honey!”

Yuck.
 
Did she need to emphasize that?
 
He didn’t want to think about his mother hinting at his sex life.
 
Or, lack of, for that matter.

He tried again.
 
“Mom—“

“Love you.
 
See you soon.”

Click
.

He stared at the phone in disbelief.
 
The woman was a menace.
 
But he’d let her win this time.
 
His mother was happiest when she had a distraction.

There was a loud knock on the door and Adam’s heart jumped.
 
He wiped his hands on the dish towel hanging from his oven door and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, readying himself like he was charging into a battle.
 
He strode to the front door and, taking a controlled deep breath, tugged it open.

She stood there, illuminated like some fucking angel by the porch light.
 
Her beauty made his blood rush.

Christie was peering down at his doormat, which was a large likeness of the ‘enter’ button on a computer keyboard.
 
His coworkers had gifted him that little gem for his birthday last year.

But when he opened the door, her icy blue eyes connected with his.
 
Adam couldn’t help but notice they turned grey in the glaring light of his porch.
 
“Clever,” she murmured, her mouth twisting into a seductive smile.
 
“Hi gorgeous,” she greeted, stepping on the ‘enter’ button as she reached up to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.
 
Although the kiss landed on the edge of his lips, so he wasn’t really sure what he could categorize it as.

He stiffened—in more ways than one—and she pulled back, greyish-blue eyes glowing knowingly.
 
He stepped back wordlessly, allowing her to enter.

“Mmm, something smells good,” she commented, rolling her shoulders to rid herself of her dark red peacoat.
 
Her small moan of appreciation distracted him while his mind screamed,
Say something you idiot!

He cleared his throat, taking her coat and hanging it on the rack by the door.
 
“I made lemon chicken with vegetables.
 
And some good ol’ Rice-a-Roni.
 
Hope that’s okay.”

She turned to him with a dazzling smile that slammed lust into his gut like a punching bag.
 
“Sounds delicious.
 
Although you better watch out because I could eat a whole box of Rice-a-Roni if I’m not careful.”

“Well, I always have more…” he told her with a small quirk of his lips.

She followed him down the hall to the kitchen, where she took up residence on one of the bar stools surrounding the island countertop.
 
Adam tried not to think that she looked good in his home.

But she did.

He’d been obsessively thinking about this moment all day.
 
How would he approach their ‘lessons’ after dinner?
 
Would Christie just jump right into it?
 
What would they even be doing tonight?

“Do you need help with anything?” she asked, propping her chin on her hand.

Nervously, he shook his head.
 
“No.
 
The food’s ready.
 
We just have to dish it up.”

Turning from her, he crossed to his dish cabinet and pulled out a couple plates.
 
He heard her shuffle off the seat behind him, her soft footsteps approaching him.
 
A moment later, he jerked when he felt her touch his back.
 
His t-shirt was thin so her touch was searing.
 
Her fingers slid slowly down from the bottom of his shoulder blades to the small of his back, exploring the tense muscles there.

He froze, holding his breath.

Her hand slipped around one side of his hip until it rested just above his pubic bone, only a few inches away from the base of his hardening cock.
 
He immediately snagged her hand, casting her a warning look over his shoulder.

She only smiled, the minx.

Christie edged closer to him, until he could feel the tips of her breasts brushing his back.
 
“Maybe I should give you a massage after dinner,” she purred.
 
His cock jumped in agreement.
 
“You’re all
stiff
.”

His jaw ticked at her blatant innuendo and he released her hand.
 
She had always enjoyed teasing him.
 
That’s all this was.

Stepping away, he carried the plates to the small dining table on the opposite side of the kitchen.

“This isn’t about me, remember?” he started.
 
“This is about you teaching me about what women want.”

“And how to pleasure a woman,” she added, cocking an eyebrow, watching him with glittering eyes.
 
She was enjoying this.
 
“I’m very much looking forward to that part.”

He flushed.
 
So am I
, he thought.

“But,” she said, walking closer.
 
“How are you supposed to seduce me when you tense up every time I touch you?”

He frowned.
 
“You touch me when I least expect it.”

“Oh, so I have to tell you when I’m planning to touch you?” she asked dryly, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Yes…no…”

The edge of her lips lifted.
 
“I think that’s the first thing we’ll work on tonight.”

Her words set his blood on fire even as nervousness settled into his gut like lead.
 
But then he remembered that his birthday was a month away.
 
Determination quickly followed.
 
No, he wouldn’t be a thirty-year-old virgin.

“So, how should we do this exactly?” she asked curiously, grabbing some napkins from his holder.
 
“I’ve been thinking about it all day.
 
You said we have a month, right?”

He nodded uncomfortably.
 
“Yeah.
 
We can do something once a week, if that’s okay with you.
 
Every Sunday.”

“Four lessons,” she said out loud, as though she was testing the weight of the words on her tongue.
 
“I like it.”

“I’ll leave the subject matter up to you,” he added quickly.

“Just no sex,” she said, although her tone was more question than fact.

“Right.”

Something flashed in her eyes and they dropped away from his for a brief moment.
 
He almost thought he’d hurt her feelings, but then she looked up again and the look was gone.

Christie smiled and swayed closer until she was within arm’s reach.
 
Adam’s eyes locked onto her hips and then traveled up her slim waist and pert breasts.
 
His gaze lingered on her lips.

Christie was a sexpot, through and through.
 
She had a natural sexiness about her that attracted men.
 
Adam had seen it first hand in the bars.
 
But flirting seemed as natural as breathing to Christie.
 
And it seriously turned him on.

“You like what you see, Adam?” she asked quietly, leaning up towards him.
 
He thought she was going to kiss him, but she remained perfectly still, only inches away from his lips.

He grunted, not trusting his voice.

“Have you ever seen a woman naked?” she asked next.
 
Her voice was like silky velvet, draping over him in folds.

“Yes,” he grated.
 
There had been a few drunken nights in college, but, embarrassingly enough, either the girl or Adam had passed out before anything happened.

“Do you want to see
me
naked, Adam?” she whispered.

He didn’t answer, but whatever she saw in his eyes made her smile triumphantly.

“I know you do,” she murmured, gazing up at him.
 
“By the way you look at me.
 
It drives me crazy.
 
And you will, just maybe not tonight.
 
But when you do, I’ll show you exactly all the places you can touch to make me moan for you, Adam.”

Fuck
.

He was in way over his head.

*
   
*
   
*

Christie was already soaked.
 
Again.

All throughout their meal, she kept squirming in her seat.
 
Adam looked at her like he knew too.
 
He might be a shy virgin, but he couldn’t hide the desire in those golden eyes of his.
 
He looked like he was starving and she was a nice, juicy feast.

Once the dishes were in the dishwasher and they cleared off the table, Christie felt excitement take hold.
 
She’d been looking forward to this moment all day.
 
Adam, on the other hand, looked like a caged bird.
 
It only aroused her more, knowing he would be under her control.

Christie had always liked power.
 
She was a flirt
because
it made her feel powerful.
 
Similarly, in the bedroom with her past boyfriends, she liked to be on top or she liked to tie them to the bed.

But, deep down, she wanted a man to dominate her.
 
She wanted to be in control, but dominated at the same time.
 
And, looking at Adam nervously dry his hands on the dish towel, she knew, without a doubt, that he could.
 
He may not realize it yet.
 
But she’d seen that glint in his eye.
 
She wanted to see it when he was deep inside her, making her scream.

Except he didn’t want sex.

Not yet anyway
, she thought with determination.
 
But she’d do everything in her power to make him beg for it.
 
She had four weeks.
 
Four lessons…until he searched for another woman.
 
Pushing past the jealousy, she realized that was a good timeline for her to work her magic.

With a smile, she toed off her flats and set them neatly by the barstool.
 
Adam eyed her, skimming his gaze up the length of her legs.
 
She was taller than most women, hitting five foot ten inches.
 
It had always been difficult finding men who made her feel petite, but Adam did.
 
Even with her height, he towered over her.
 
Hell, she could still wear
heels
around him.

Christie made a mental note to wear them for their next lesson.

“Bedroom?” she asked softly.

His jaw ticked and he pushed his black frames up his nose.
 
He tugged his head towards the stairs and she followed him up to the next story.
 
There were two doors on this floor, before the stairs led up to the third floor.
 
Adam held open the door on the right for her and she stepped inside.

He must’ve washed his sheets before she arrived because his room smelled like clean linen, with just a hint of his delicious musk.
 
Everything was neat.
 
His queen-sized bed was in the middle of the spacious room, draped in dark, masculine sheets.
 
There was a door, which presumably led into the bathroom, and another door that led to his walk-in closet.
 
Another flatscreen was mounted on the wall across from his bed.
 
Right off the side of it, next to one of the three windows in the room, was a comfy armchair with books piled high on the small table next to it.

She turned to him, grinning.
 
“I have to say I’m disappointed.
 
I expected a room full of desktop monitors, techy gadgets, and strobe lights.
 
You know, your evil lair.”

“That would be the third floor,” he told her dryly.
 
She laughed and he shut the door behind him, closing them in the space.

“Afraid someone will see us, Adam?” she asked, glancing at the door teasingly.

He shrugged uncomfortably and looked embarrassed.
 
“I always shut it.”

She approached him, taking in his long, trim body encased in jeans and a dark green t-shirt that brought out his hazel eyes.
 
He looked so scrumptious that she just wanted to lick every inch of his body.

“Doing naughty things behind closed doors, Mr. Thornton?” she guessed, surprised how arousing she found that idea.
 
What did he look like when he masturbated?
 
Did he groan when he came in his hand?
 
“Have you thought about me when you do it?”

He groaned in disbelief and looked to the ceiling.
 
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Christie,” he murmured, almost to himself.

“I want to know.”

He fixed her with a stare that made her clench her thighs together.
 
“Yes, I have,” he answered honestly.

Oh
.

“What was I doing in your fantasies?”

“Nothing,” he answered, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
 
She was about to protest when he elaborated.
 
“You were on your back, letting me lick deep inside you.”

Her lips parted, her body warmed, and her clit gave a hard throb.
 
Christie felt like she was seconds away from coming.
 
She wouldn’t even have to touch herself if he kept talking like that.

So, Adorable Adam had a dirty side after all.
 
She’d always known.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his dark hair tickle her arms, and whispered, “Well, if you play your cards right, you’ll be doing that in no time at all.
 
Oral sex is an important skill to master.”