Wicked Weekend (7 page)

Jamie took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He couldn’t let it get out of control again. After the mind fuck he’d given her earlier, he was grateful to have a second chance. He was amazed she’d trust him again with her gorgeous naked body. He stepped back and swept an appreciative gaze over her. And what a glorious figure it was. He lingered on her pebbled nipples. The wonderfully devious things he would like to do ran through his mind. So many options, so little time. But he couldn’t go too far. He had a very small amount of trust with her and he couldn’t—wouldn’t violate it.

A red flush stole over her body and reminded him that he had probably been staring at her amazing breasts a little long for her comfort. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Some uneasiness would make her release all the stronger.

“Come on, kitten. Up on the bed.”

She looked at him with a question lurking in her eyes.

“It’s all right, darling. Do you need a minute? We won’t use a safe word here. A simple
no
and anything and everything will stop. Okay?”

She took a shuddering breath and nodded determinedly before clambering on the bed. She scrambled across the covers and lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling with her hands clenched at her hips.

He sighed deeply. He had one hell of a mountain to climb to get back her absolute trust. But he would. He had to. Something about Lauren drew him in more than any other woman ever had. He would make this the most amazing night of her life.

Yeah. No pressure.

Wiping his suddenly damp palms on his jeans, he forced a calm expression. The twitch in her eyebrow made him think that maybe his façade wasn’t fooling her. He slowly knelt on her side of the bed and crawled across the mattress to her. More than anything he wanted to soothe that look from her face.

“Look at me.” He watched her gaze dart all around the room, avoiding his eyes. He put some of his inherent toppy inflection into it this time. “Look at me!”

Her eyes immediately swung to his.

“Watch me, kitten. There’s no one else in the room. Just the two of us. I promise.”

She exhaled and some of the tension seemed to leave her shoulders. But the bottom lip caught between her teeth made him wonder if she was disappointed by his promise. Or she just wasn’t ready for them to begin. If it were the former…he didn’t know what he would do. He couldn’t share her. Ever.

“Are you disappointed it’s just us?” He couldn’t believe he had voiced his innermost fear. What the fuck was wrong with him? Where was the cocksure top? The take-no-prisoners dominant? All it took was one little, curvy brunette to make him weak in the knees. Okay not just any brunette. But still…

“Well…” Again she couldn’t meet his stare.

His heart fell. “Oh.”

“I didn’t want him here, I mean,” she said in a rush. “Well not
here
here if you know what I mean. But the thought—the thought was hot. Drew me in,” she finished lamely.

“Huh? Was that English? ’Cause I didn’t understand a word of it.”

She laughed. “What I meant was, I thought the idea of it was hot. The first part—where he was just sitting in the chair watching us. It was the last part that made me uncomfortable. Partly because you didn’t seem into it. But mostly because I was afraid of where it was going. Of what I would let you do with him and me. I don’t think I could ever do that. The three of us. Together.”

He blew a relieved breath and sat back on his heels.

“You’re…disappointed?”

“No, far from it. I’m proud. Proud that you didn’t let me force you into something you didn’t want to do. Plus, I’m a little turned on that you’re jealous. Afraid of sharing me with the big, bad Sawyer, huh?”

She laughed. “Well, I do read his blog…”

“And he has no shame.”

Her eyes twinkled. “Or sense of privacy.”

“He’s never been accused of being a wallflower. But now that we have all our cards on the table—” he noted the lack of tension in her body as well as the luminous look in her eyes, “—I’m ready for some hot loving. Let’s get this party started.”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “Corndog.”

“Hey, I can’t be Don Juan all the time.” He sprawled across the bed and lay next to her. When he heard the hitch in her breathing, he smiled. Playtime was just beginning. Instead of diving back into her kiss as her parted lips seemed to be begging for, he rested his head against her breast and took the nipple into his mouth. He played a bit with the beaded tip, flicking it with his tongue before biting down a little rougher than a vanilla lover would.

She hissed in reaction. But instead of pulling away or saying no, her hips arched into his body.

His lips curled in satisfaction as he pulled away. He quickly latched on to it again while his fingers played with her other breast, relearning her curves. Remembering one of the surprises he had tucked into the pocket of his jeans earlier, he pulled away and dug for the small item. A telltale buzz reached his ears before he managed to grasp the now-vibrating bullet. So much for surprises.

Although judging from the confused look on her face, maybe not. He pulled the buzzing nipple clamps from his pocket with a flourish. “Ready for Nipple Clamps 201?”

“Holy crap,” she breathed. “I—I, uh thought we weren’t going to scene.”

“We’re not. Doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy some kinky fun. If you’re up for it.”

Eyes as wide as saucers, she licked her lips before nodding slowly. “Oh yeah, I’m up for it.”

Christ, she was cute when she was horny.

Moving quickly, he went back to thumbing her nipples before pinching the tips between his thumb and finger. But he probably didn’t need to, she was so excited by the sight and sound of the clamps, her nipples were already standing at attention. He loved this part. Drawing out the moment, the anticipation, until she was practically crazy with lust.

After playing with her nipple for what probably felt to her as endless minutes, he clipped the jawlike clamp to her breast and let the vibrator attached hang like a weight but turned off. Her hiss of pain as he attached the first one had him searching her face for any sign that she was past her limit.

“Easy, baby. Breathe. The pain will pass.”

Her wrinkled brow eased as she settled into the bite of the clamp. She practically purred as he flicked the vibrator on. He decided not to tighten them any further. Well, not for now at least.

“You have gorgeous breasts, and such a pretty pink. When I take these off, they’ll be dark red and ready for my mouth.”

Her skin flushed and her legs inched open. Taking advantage of her distraction, he quickly attached the second clamp but didn’t turn this one on. He wanted the juxtaposition of the two sensations to sink into her.

Unable to resist the urge, he licked those cute, hurting little nipples. Taking one into his mouth, he suckled around the clamp and flicked it with his tongue. At the same time, he drew his fingernails very lightly down her body to her mound, adding another slight pain sensation to her overwhelmed body. He chuckled when she lifted her hips as his fingertips arrived at her pussy.

Taking her subtle hint, his lips soon followed the same path his fingernails took until he lay between her thighs. Staring up at her exposed pussy took his breath away. Her soft pink lips glistened with her arousal. He breathed in the amazing smell of her. His hard-on throbbed in response. He could probably break concrete with his erection. More than anything, he wanted to grab her by the hips and bury himself inside her and never let go. But he didn’t. He couldn’t, at least not yet. He was afraid if he did, he would spill himself inside her before the fun even began. He hovered a hair’s breadth away from doing just that. Closing his eyes, he tried to think unsexy thoughts. Baseball stats, balancing his checkbook, anything to keep his baser impulses at bay. Finally after a few more deep breaths, he was reasonably sure he wouldn’t come all over the sheets.

Reaching up, he adjusted her nipple clamps, turning one off and the other on. Lauren gasped. Her big, brown eyes searched his as she nibbled on her bottom lip. Her face was an open book of need and desire. He couldn’t help himself. He had to cover her lips with his. He infused all his feelings in the kiss, trying to tell her without words how she made him feel. She kissed him back just as passionately. Her hips arched off the bed toward his own. Urging him with her body to take her.

He pulled away. She whimpered in response.

Smiling at her obvious need, he grabbed the tube of lube hidden beneath the pillow and sprawled again between her legs. He quickly spread some lube on his middle finger all the way to the second knuckle. Taking his time, he teased the skin around her anus, tickling and tantalizing her with the possibilities of what his finger so close to that part of her body would mean. Just as she began to dance under him, he pressed the blunt finger against her anus.

She sucked in a breath and her worried eyes stared back into his own. Ah, so his little kitten had more than a few untested boundaries. With a wicked grin and a devious chuckle, he gently slid his finger inside her. The tight puckered ring of muscle clamped down on him. She clenched her thighs around his arm and whimpered.

“Ssshhh, it’s all right, darlin’. I’ve got you,” he murmured against her pussy. He licked and nipped at her clit, keeping her distracted with his tongue. He slowly began to thrust his finger in and out. Keeping up his torment, he watched her face for any sign of distress. Instead, she panted and moaned her approval. Her hips tilted up to him, wordlessly demanding he continue. He watched as the muscles in her thighs tightened and knew she was moments from coming.

“Oh. Oh God. Please, Jay. Can I… I need to—” With a keening wail, she climaxed. Her pussy throbbed against his tongue as her entire body shook with the force of her pleasure. He rested his head against her thigh and waited for her to relax enough that he could remove his finger. She clasped it tightly with her body as small tremors continued to shudder through her.

Finally, after a few moments, he was able to remove his finger without causing another aftershock. He didn’t want her to have another until he was buried deep inside her. He jumped off the bed and quickly stripped off his pants before donning a condom. Checking her over, he decided to remove the first buzzing clamp. Lauren groaned as the clamp came off her nipple. Knowing that she was hurting, he bent and sucked the tip of her breast, telling her with his actions that he cared.

Of course he was still a Dom at heart and left the other clamp in place. For now.

Kneeling on the bed between her thighs, he guided his dick to her hot pussy. Her warmth enveloped him as he gradually pushed inside her. He closed his eyes at the sensation. Lauren moaned beneath him and wiggled her hips, trying to encourage him to move. He bent and took her lips in a bruising kiss, putting all his pounding desires into his tongue. He duelled with her tongue, leading her in a thrust and parry that his hips would soon mimic.

Lauren pulled away with a gasp. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please just fuck me already.”

Although the Dom inside him wanted to draw the moment out, his own urgent needs convinced him to follow just this once. He withdrew from her pulsating pussy little by little until just the tip of his dick remained. And just as slowly, he pushed back into her.

“Argh! Move dammit.” Lauren thrust her hips frantically against his. “Faster.”

He froze inside her.

She pounded her hands against his shoulders as she thrashed underneath him. “Please. I want—I need…more!”

“Ssshh, kitten.” He cupped his hand under her jaw and tilted her face up to his. “Relax. We’ll get there. But we’ll travel at my speed, not yours.”

She stared up at him through her dishevelled hair. After a few blinks, the desperation left her eyes and a soft acceptance remained. She took a shuddering breath before nodding. “Okay.”

His heart clenched at her gentle trust. Smiling down at her, he tenderly brushed the hair out of her eyes. “Good girl.”

He resumed his pace, leisurely withdrawing before pushing back inside just as slowly. He kept his steady rhythm for endless minutes while Lauren panted beneath him, begging him with her eyes. The combination of her hot, clenching pussy and the need in her eyes had him on the brink. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. Reaching down between them, he rubbed his thumb against her pulsing clit while his hips pounded harder. She clasped around him as her keening moan rent through the air. His eyes crossed at the spastically milking sensation clenching his cock. Unable to hold back a second longer, he thrust one more time inside her with a groan. Pleasure racked his body until it felt like every molecule of come had been sucked from him. Groaning, he slumped on top of her but kept most of his weight on his knees and elbows, taking care not to crush her.

Once his body stopped trembling, he rolled to his side of the bed. He smiled at the continued small shudders that shook Lauren’s body and pulled her against him. Something poked against his stomach. Pulling back he looked down and saw her nipple clamp still buzzing between them. He quickly detached it and bathed her hurting nipple with his tongue at her softly murmured whimper. Once she calmed, he pulled her against him once more. She cuddled close, resting her head in the hollow of his shoulder, and he kissed the top of her head.

Christ, the woman had just rocked his world. He wanted more—he wanted her. For the first time in a long time he couldn’t imagine walking away. What the hell was he going to do?

“Oh my God,” Lauren gasped.

“Yeah.” Jamie’s chest vibrated under her cheek with his rumbling words. She’d never felt like that. Sure, she’d had sex before. She’d even been with Jamie but this time…with him… Something about tonight just took her breath away. He was perfect. They were perfect together.

She sighed and revelled in the post-orgasmic haze. Her entire body tingled in the most pleasant way. If she could bottle this feeling up and draw from it anytime she wanted, she would. Unwilling to let the feeling disappear she tried to think of something, anything that would make the moment last.

“You never told me why you are up here. It’s a strange getaway for someone who loathes skiing.” She mentally winced at her brusque question. Anything would’ve been better than
that.

“…BDSM clubs get together for a little fun. This year the Cave hosted and the members decided to combine their passions—skiing and bondage. I’m just a fan of the latter though. We were having pre-dinner drinks when I saw you across the room.” He huffed out a laugh. “Sawyer gave me hell this morning for missing the party last night. But you were worth it.”

She blushed at his compliment but startled at his next statement.

“You know, you never told me what it is you do.”

Amazement swept over her. She had slept with this man, had let him do things to her body she had never even thought possible, and he didn’t know the first thing about her.

“I’m an editor at
Vegas Lifestyle
magazine,” she mumbled.

“An editor, huh? I had a feeling you had the brains to go with your beauty.”

She flushed at his praise. “W-what, uh, what do you do?”

He sucked in a breath and struck a muscle-man pose. “I own a few gyms in the Valley. Nothing huge and we’ve suffered quite a bit with the recent economic downturn. But at least I get my own membership comped. Plus I get to let loose some of my sadistic side when I play personal trainer.”

Her lips twitched at his self-deprecating humor. God, he was cute. Cute, funny and sexy as hell. But he wasn’t hers. She mentally slapped herself.
This is a short-term fling, remember?
Plus he was gorgeous and hot and probably stared at thin, little aerobics instructors at his gym all day. Apples and oranges.

“Listen, Lauren, tonight was fun…”

She froze at Jamie’s stuttering parley. Here it was—the casual brush-off. God, she hated these kinds of situations, not that she had been in many before with her very short sexual history, but still. Awkwardness was not exactly fun-time town.

“…we could get together back in Vegas? I could introduce you around. Maybe take you to a munch?”

Taking his thinly veiled hint and the offer of a casual meet-up, Lauren stood and wrapped as much of the sheet around her body as possible.

“Maybe. We’ll have to see how our schedules line up when we get back.” With a vacant smile in Jamie’s direction, she swiped up her clothes in one hand and made a beeline for the bathroom door.

She closed the door behind her with a gentle click. A dishevelled, wild-eyed woman stared back at her in the mirror. Who was that? What had happened to the staid, reliable, copy editor who cleaned up everyone else’s mess and made none of her own? Somehow she had found herself in lust and tipping the scales toward love with the most wrong man ever. He could and did have any woman he wanted. You’re only a weekend hook-up, she whispered to her reflection in the mirror as she dressed. You can’t and shouldn’t expect any more from him than that.

As she straightened her hair in the mirror, she tried to ignore the small pang in her chest at the pronouncement.

* * *

Jamie watched the door close behind Lauren with confusion. What had happened? They’d had the most amazing sex, if he did say so himself, and she dashed into the bathroom like she couldn’t get away from him quick enough. What happened to the after-sex cuddling?

It might make him a little less masculine to some, but that was one of the many parts of sex he enjoyed. Looked forward to even. Well, he’d have to have a little talk with her about it. His heart clenched at the implication of the thought. As if they had a future. After the way he treated her tonight, he would be lucky if she even said goodbye before she scooted out the door. Since when had he turned into this asshole jerk? Fuck, this is why he didn’t do relationships. He wasn’t even in one yet and already he was fucking it up.

The movement of the bathroom door jerked him from his melancholy thoughts. Lauren stood in the half-open doorway, fully dressed with a stony expression on her face.

“I—I…um, need to get back,” she finished lamely.

Jamie stared at her in mute shock. He was getting ready to talk to her about maybe again, maybe even a future together, and she was clearly not interested. Eager even to get out of the room. Fuck. The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on him.

His screwed-up childhood had once again come back to haunt him. She probably wouldn’t be so eager to leave if he hadn’t pushed her to safe-word out with his stupid threesome bullshit.

Maybe he could—

Lauren strode across the room to stand in front of the bedroom doorway. “I—I just wanted you to know this—” she gestured to the bed, “—was probably the best thing that has happened to me. You’ve turned something on inside of me that I never knew…” She shrugged. “Thank you.”

And then she was gone.

Jamie sat in the quiet of his room, stunned at her rapid departure. Thank you? Why would she thank him? He should be— Damn it!

Grabbing the quilt from the floor, he wrapped it around his waist and hurtled from the room, desperate to stop her.

“Lauren!” He tore down the hallway as he watched the elevator door glide closed. He stared at his blurred reflection in the door with distaste. “Fuck!” He lashed out and kicked the pathetic moron glaring back at him. An electric jolt of pain raced up his leg to remind him that he was barefoot. And a jackass.

After hobbling down the hall, he stopped in front of his closed suite door. The perfect cap on his stupidity. He was locked out. But he couldn’t go down to the lobby like this and he had no clue what floor, let alone room, Lauren was staying in. Or if she was alone for that matter. Shoulders slumped in defeat, he walked down the hall to the only other door on the floor and hoped like hell Sawyer was in.

He wasn’t concerned about the shit he was going to get from his best friend. It wouldn’t be half as bad as the ass kicking he was giving himself.

* * *

A week later, Lauren stood bent over the worktable doing the one thing she hated more than anything about her job—proofreading the classifieds. Usually it was reserved for the most junior of copy editors, but unfortunately for her, Simone had called in sick today like she had the past three Wednesdays. She probably did it just because she knew it stuck Lauren with the crappy task. It was an onerous job because there was actually very little to be done. The clients provided the words and paid by the letter so any spelling or grammatical errors had to stay. But the paper required an editor to proof the column for any illegal activity that might have slipped past the company’s receptionist.

Her mind wandered while she scanned the small type in front of her. She’d made up with Crystal the morning after her night with Jamie. Crystal might be travelling down a road Lauren would never have chosen, but after what her weekend with Jamie had taught her about herself, who was she to judge a person’s life? Her sister had assumed she’d blabbed to their mother and had run to tell her side of the story. For all her claims of cavalier adulthood, Crystal was still a little girl.

Their mother had had a conniption fit and forbade the marriage. Like that would stop Crystal from marrying Pierce. If anything it would only encourage her. She did like to think she was the ultimate bad girl after all.

Bad girl. Lauren’s heart clenched at the phrase. Jamie. She blinked back a film of tears.
Crap.
She wasn’t going to agonize over that part of the weekend. She’d learned a lot about herself. She should be embracing her newfound sexual side, not moping over what might have been. Maybe she should take Sawyer up on his offer to escort her to the Cave on Friday. She had no idea how he’d known how to contact her, but he had. They didn’t mention Jamie once but he’d offered to escort her, introduce her around to some people. The opportunity had been niggling in the back of her mind all week. As much as she was afraid of seeing Jamie again—and have him be
polite
to her—she really didn’t want to miss out on the chance to explore this side of her. Part of her was afraid she’d look like a crazy stalker chick if she showed up on his best friend’s arm. But she’d already put Sawyer off once; if she didn’t say yes now, he might not ask again.

Of course it could be the fact that she was perusing the relationship ads that was making her melancholy. Like this one:

Talk about crazy stalker! Waiting in the parking lot? Some people. She shook her head. Wait a minute… L and J? No, there was no way in the world he would do something like that for her. How would he know she’d even edit the classifieds this week and on which day? She was nuts to even think it. And yet she couldn’t stop her gaze from wandering to the window. Would he? But of course from this angle she wouldn’t be able to see out to the parking lot below.

She’d feel like a moron later, but she still had to look. Walking quickly across the deserted office floor, she stopped at the window, closed her eyes and took a bracing breath before looking out.

There he was. Even from above, she had no problem identifying the man getting out of the lifted pickup.

Without a thought, she tore from the office and raced down the flight of stairs. She came to a skittering stop at the landing of the second flight of stairs when she heard his voice.

“—like to talk to someone about advertising space in an upcoming issue.”

Her shoulders sagged at the realization that he wasn’t here for her. She dug her nails into her palms as she considered her next move. Should she talk to him? What was she going to say? What did her hair look like? Of course, she couldn’t think of anything and apparently her appearance would have to cut it because Jamie had spotted her.

“Lauren?” His husky tenor was as gorgeous as she remembered. As was the rest of him. Head to toe, he was perfection. God, she was a love-struck ditz. Of course he sounded the same—it was only a week ago.

Taking a deep breath, she walked down the rest of the stairs and waited as he crossed the lobby to meet her. “Hey, Jamie. I—I, um… So how have you been?” Where was that confident woman she had promised herself she would be? She closed her eyes in embarrassment.

“A moron.”

Blinking at his terse statement, she searched his face for some clue. “A—a moron? You?” She laughed unevenly.

“Yeah, I never should’ve let you get away that night.” He cupped her cheek with his right hand. “I was a fool. A moron. Anything you can think to call me, I’ve called myself already. Or Sawyer has.”

“S-Sawyer? But he invited me—”

“To the Cave? Yeah. I asked him to. I thought maybe if I had you on my home turf, this would be easier. That I would feel like less of a dimwit. But apparently I couldn’t bring the mountain to Mohamed.” He ran a thumb across her lips.

Mountain? He wanted her to be the crazy stalker chick? Her?

“So that was you? You put in the ad? You’re J?”

He chuckled and she could swear his cheeks turned a touch red. “You saw that? I, uh, didn’t know if you read all your magazine’s classifieds, but I planned to be in the parking lot when the issue came out on Friday. I had roses and…never mind.”

Her heart warmed at the mental picture and his apparent embarrassment. “And today you’re here to set up some advertising for your gyms?”

“No, well yes, but mostly I came in for a chance to see you.” He ducked his head for a moment and when he looked back up at her she gasped at the emotion so close to the surface. He looked scared and nervous as hell. If it were possible her heart melted even more. “I’m so sorry I forced you to safe-word out. I have issues with sharing…and trusting. Goes back a long way… But I’m not going to let my past hurt you again. Am I too late? Can you forgive me for freaking out on you? Making you run away?”

She stared up at him. “Making me run? I left because that’s the code. It was just a weekend fling. We agreed no strings, remember?”

Jamie closed his eyes with a soft curse. “Yeah that’s how it started anyway. But later… That second night, I realized I wanted more. But then you left before I could say anything, and I’ve been out of my mind trying to come up with ways to make it up to you. Hoping that this amazing woman with the largest heart I know could ever forgive me and give me another chance.”

Someone tittered behind her and she winced at the reminder they were having this conversation in the lobby. Her palms sweated and her knees trembled, but the way he made her feel was worth any amount of embarrassment.

“I—I…” She stopped and cleared her throat. “I don’t think you’ve done anything to apologize for. I was the moron. I could’ve saved us both a week of
could’ve beens
if I just stuck it out and confronted you like a grown-up. I’m so sorry, Jamie. Did I screw this up? Can you forgive me for being such a silly, self-doubting twit?”

“Oh, I think you’ll have to make it up to me first.” His eyes promised all sorts of wicked things she probably hadn’t even heard of—let alone performed. “Are you sure you’re willing to date a kinky perv like me?”

She shivered under the power of his gaze.

“Oh say yes, sweetheart. With an ass like that, anything he did has to be forgiven.” Sharon,
Vegas Lifestyle
’s seventy-two-year-old receptionist, cackled from her desk across the room.

“Thanks, ma’am.” Jamie chuckled. “So, what do you say, Lauren?”

Lauren’s cheeks heated as she saw the crowd gathered around them. She took a deep breath, pushed past her crushing embarrassment and answered. “If it’ll be anything like that weekend—hell yes. I loved every minute of it.”