The Romance Novel Book Club (15 page)

“You’re not wearing any panties.” He groaned.

I popped his cock out of my mouth and grinned at him. “Oops.” Matt, my god-like stud, flicked his fingers across my sex. I ached in anticipation but refused to yield my assault on his magnificent length. My grip tightened on his shaft as the moisture pooling from my core aided his digit entry into my pussy. Warmth and tantalizing, his touch sent shivers up my spine.

Magic sparked in the back of a Ford Taurus. His glorious thumb raked across my swollen nub. I inched his thick cock further into my mouth, flicking my tongue up to the slit of the tip. Wetness trickled down my inner thigh, but Matt wouldn’t slow the sensual in and out of his fingers. In one quivering moment, I let loose. My screams were muffled by my actions on his pulsing organ.

I gasped as he withdrew. That beautiful sound of a condom wrapper tearing saved his cock from my total tongue domination. I sat back breathless as Matt rolled the plastic sheath down his shaft. My eyelashes batted, and I pointed to my ample bosom.

For me?
I mouthed.

“Oh yes.” His eyes dripped with desire.

My leg swung over him, and I positioned my slick wetness over his tip. Ever so slowly I eased down. My sex stretched to accommodate his girth. Another orgasm rocked my body. Beyond doggie style, riding on top of a hardened cock was my favorite. I braced myself on the bucket seat tops in the front of the car.

“Stay still, Patricia.”

Matt eased up, driving more of his length inside me. I gasped, and he withdrew. Again he plunged in. The speed, far from a frantic pace, rubbed my enlarged clit. My arms trembled from my precarious perch. My voiced pleasure rang through the car as Matt inched in further with each thrust. His steady arms caught me as my grip on the seats gave way.

No fantasy compared to the sensation of Matt commanding my body to quiver at his cock’s demand. No man compared to his ministrations. Another explosion heralded to the world of my debauchery in the back of a car. Matt yanked me forward and crushed me tight against his body. Our chests heaved as one. His fingers laced through my hair.

“I love you, Patricia,” he murmured into my neck.

Tears ran down my cheeks. “I almost lost you.” My arms circled his neck.

“You saved me in Black Room. If I hadn’t seen you there.”

Our embrace lasted a long time. Neither of us wanted to give way to our need to possess the other.

“Take me home, Matt. Take me home and love me more.”

Without a care of the mess we made, he adjusted his pants and climbed into the front seat. I stayed in the back with the biggest smile on my face. The whole car smelled of sweat and sex. A sweet aroma considering the man I’d just made fantastic love to.

I still basked in the afterglow as he parked at my complex. I giggled when he insisted on carrying me to the door. His chivalrous moment didn’t end. On to the bathroom he transported me.

“Mind if I use your shampoo again?” He chuckled, setting me down.

“Only if I supervise.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

I stretched on my bed, the sleepiness melting away. Every muscle protested my movement yet the thought of how I’d gotten into this state put a smile on my lips. I giggled at the warmth cuddled up beside me. Matt’s arm curled around my stomach to pull me closer.

“Oh pinch me,” I murmured. Was I at the edge of a dream again? The man I’d waited for lay in my bed. I had to be dreaming. A prick on my backside had me squealing.

“What? Would you rather I spank you?” Matt nibbled on my ear.

“Maybe later.” I rolled over to face Matt. “How did you know?”

“I didn’t until I seduced you in your bedroom.” He waggled his eyebrows. His fingers trailed down my arm. “The way you responded to my touch. When you showed up at Black Room, I had to know for sure with no cell phones or outside interference.”

“I almost didn’t go.”

“I’m glad you did.”

I nuzzled into his chest and glided my hand up. With a twist, I tweaked his nipple. He jumped and smacked the offending hand away. I snickered.

“Just making sure you’re real.” My laughter rang out as he lightly smacked my ass. “I’m not getting out of this bed ever if you start.”

“We’re out of condoms, miss christen every room.”

“Damn.” I pouted. “Now what?”

“How about we read a book?”

My jaw dropped as Matt dangled
The Rogue of the Long Road
in front of my face. I snatched it out of his hands and stuffed it under my pillow. “Where’d you find that?” Him finding that book was like me being naked in front of my graduating class at the moment I got my diploma. A drawer full of sex toys and a book to go.

“It was on your counter in the kitchen. Relax. I promise to keep your dirty secret in return for sexual favors.” He whipped out his cheesiest grin. I smacked him on his arm before rubbing the reddening spot. Actually to quell my fetish for touching a well-muscled hunk.

I’d really gotten the man I wanted, hadn’t I?

For the first time since Matt entered my rollercoaster life, everything clicked into place. How he memorized more about my eating habits than Julie. It wasn’t the breadsticks I craved but the garlic butter slathered on them. All that time away from Black Room and he remembered with vivid detail everything I enjoyed in bed. He tied me up and spanked me with vigor without using demeaning language as I submitted to his dominating hands.

The truth about the romance novels was I did love them. They mocked me in my misery, but I still cheered for that happily ever after. Even through the muck of stupidity the characters engaged in. Each book held a little kernel of my whole life in the cornfield maze I grew up in.

“So did you like it?” Matt snuggled closer. He tucked a stray hair behind my ear.

“The sex? I’d go another few rounds if my body wouldn’t feel like jelly after the first one.” I basked in the heat of his body, quite aware of his erection pressing against my leg.

“No, the book.”

I shrugged and gave his knuckles a brush with my lips. “Better than some of the others, I suppose.” I still had no clue on how the novel showed up on my doorstep. Julie never sent another order in so I assumed it was a straggler. “Why? You want to act it out?” My tongue raced along his closed fingers.

“We’re out of condoms, missy.” Despite his words of caution, his fingers began their slow tease on my flesh. “Would you read something else from that author?”

“Maybe. Why? Are you a closet romance novelist using initials so women don’t run away screaming because man cock wrote it over lady vag?” I poked his belly with my jest but in one glance, I saw the frozen expression on his face. “You wrote that?”

A fine sheen of crimson exploded on his face, and he brushed the covers off. No way was I going to allow him to escape my clutches. I grasped his shoulders and yanked him back to the bed. My leg swung over. I mounted my steed with ease.

“Oh no, lover boy. I’m never letting you out of my sight.” My lips crashed into his. The rigidness in his body faded, and his hands began their fleshy exploration once again. I murmured through our lusty kisses. “If you think I don’t want to be part of your research for the rest of my crazy life, you’re nuts.”

He forced me back to arm’s length, breathless. “Patricia, we’re out of condoms.”

“And?” I batted his arms away. “I’ve got protection of my own, mister, and I’m going to ride you until the cows come home.” I grinned. “And we’re nowhere near a farm.”

Matt grinned and yanked me back on top of him. I swear I heard an exasperated sigh of defeat from my protesting body as Matt and I started another session of pure bliss.

As I danced the tango with my tongue along his neck, that awful ringtone of his phone blared from the nightstand. When he reached for it, I stopped him.

“Oh hell, no. Not happening.” I snatched the phone from his grasp and turned it off. With a toss, the phone skittered across the floor into the closet. “I’m tying you up so you can’t escape my evil plans for your skin flute.” His eyes blazed with unfettered desire and I grinned. “Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You have yet to discover the depravity in which I shall stoop, Miss Patricia,” he drawled out.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” I fished the cuffs out of my drawer and dangled them from my fingertips. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to arrest you for carrying a concealed weapon.” My hand wrapped around his girth.

“God, I love you.”

I giggled and pounced, extent in finding at least one of his limits. No more lonely nights for me or Matt. “I love you too.” I winked. “Now spread them!”

The End

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