Bet Me Something (Something Series Book 3) (15 page)

I glanced at
what he held in his hand, letting the warm water start to get my hair wet.
“Yes.”

Considering he
was sex on legs, I figured the best course of action was to turn around and
face away from him. I nearly jumped when his fingers touched my head. Holding
my face soap in front of me, I was unable to do anything except stand there,
feeling the palpable charge in the enclosed space around us.

“Step back a little
out of the water. You okay?”

“Uh-huh.” I
expelled a heavy breath when he started to massage my scalp.

“The pressure
good?” he rasped.

“It feels
amazing.” The husky way my response had come out didn’t sound like I was
talking about the hair wash. In fact, it felt so good that my face soap slipped
from my relaxed hand. I bent over to retrieve it without a thought.

“Fuck. What are
you doing?” he snapped.

I turned to show
him the bottle. “Picking up my face scrub.”

His features
relaxed, and he closed his eyes. “Turn back around, and do me a favor. Don’t
bend over again.”

“Um, okay.” It
took me until he’d rinsed the shampoo and rubbed in the conditioner to realize
that he’d been turned on by my inadvertent move.

“I’ll leave you
to rinse and wash, uh, other stuff.” He walked out before I could come up with
a response.

I quickly
finished showering and stepped out, finally feeling clean for the first time in
days. In removing the plastic bags, I was satisfied I hadn’t gotten either cast
too wet and then dressed in my short set pajamas. A knock on the bathroom door
surprised me.

“You decent?”
Colby asked.

“Yeah, you can
come in.”

He did so,
already having changed into dry clothes, too. “I’ll brush your hair for you.”

“You don’t have
to. It’ll take me some more time, but I can do it left-handed.”

“It’s kind of
intriguing, in a way, to comb a woman’s hair. Here, let’s do it on the bed, so
you can get off your foot.” He picked up both the blow-dryer and my brush.

I took a seat
with him positioned behind me, gently brushing out the knots. There were a lot
of intimate scenarios I’d imagined myself in over the years with Colby, but
this wasn’t one of them. If I had known having my hair in his hands would be
such a damn turn-on, I wouldn’t have agreed. This was the most exquisite
torture.

After working
through the tangles, he took his time with the blow-dryer, drying sections
along the back and sides, finally scooting around in front of me and drying the
bangs last. Both of us remained quiet throughout. He broke the spell when he
stood up and took the items with him into the bathroom.

I was still
sitting on the bed when he returned to the room. “Thanks for that. I feel a lot
better.”

He nodded,
looking anywhere except in my eyes. “Sure, no problem. I’ll let you get ready
for bed, then.”

I couldn’t
sleep. Not that I’d given it much effort. After showering with Colby and having
him dry my hair, I was all sorts of distracted with thoughts of sex.

The muted sounds
of the television came from his theatre room down the hall, indicating that the
object of my thoughts was still up, watching a movie most likely. Sighing at
the way he’d been tender and sweet while washing my hair earlier, I wondered if
he’d been similarly affected by the sexual charge that had permeated the air.

Suddenly, I
threw back the covers, remembering the package Nurse Charlotte had been nice
enough to hide in the side pocket of my purse. Considering it was the very
reason behind having been on the sidewalk where I was hit by the car last week,
didn’t it deserve a little attention? Yes, and so did I. Long overdue
attention. This time from something I knew I could turn on and leave on.

Checking the
clock, I saw it was too early for Colby to come to bed which allowed me to take
my time in reading over the instructions. After opening the package, I held the
small egg-shaped vibrator in my hand and decided it was heavier than I would’ve
thought. First thing was to wash it thoroughly. Next, I inserted the battery,
grateful it had come with one.

I knew other
girls who masturbated regularly, and I’d attempted with my own hand before but
had never achieved the elusive orgasm. It might not be as exciting as the man
in the other room, but I was intrigued by the idea of finding out what the
whole climax thing was all about. And with any luck, perhaps it would ease the
one-sided sexual tension.

After shimmying
out of my thong, I climbed into bed naked from the waist down, and turned on
the bedside light intent on reading the instructions complete with visual
diagrams. I could fumble around, but I was the kind of girl who preferred to
read the fine print and do things right. Flicking the switch on, I couldn’t
help but giggle when the thing sprang to life, vibrating in my hand.

Alrighty then. I
pulled the covers over my waist, simply because lying panty-less on Colby’s bed
with him in the house felt odd. Call it shy masturbating if you will. Frowning
when it mentioned optional lubrication, as I didn’t have any, I concentrated
first on what they were calling
clitoral stimulation
.

Placing the
thing down at my center, I took a deep breath. Okay, that didn’t feel too bad. I
reached down with my other hand, trying to separate my lips as directed in an
effort to find the exact spot it instructed me to locate, but the cast was not
making it easy. Oh, that felt—

The bedroom door
suddenly opened, revealing Colby standing there. “What’s that noise Kenz?”

My fingers
fumbled with the switch, immediately turning it off. Biting my lip, I felt a
flush creep up on my face. “Uh, nothing.”

“What are you
reading?” He stepped closer.

Shit. I
frantically pushed the instructions off the side of the bed, realizing about
now would’ve been a good time to tell him to get out, but instead I froze.

His brows
raised, and he stood only a step away from me. With the packaging still on the
nightstand and my panties on the floor, he was processing the situation faster
than my brain could react. “Are you doing what I think you are under there?”

“I, uh, didn’t
realize the noise was so loud. I—”

“You’re
masturbating in my bed?” His voice cracked, revealing his trouble in verbalizing
the question.

I was
embarrassed yet also curious why he wasn’t running out of the room. “I was
attempting to.”

He reached for
the abandoned instructions on the floor. “You’re reading directions?” His gaze
was riveted on me. “Is this your first time?”

I could only
nod. We seemed to stand there staring at one another for the longest time.

“Let go of the
comforter, Kenz.”

“What?” This
wasn’t happening.

“Let me see
you.”

After an initial
hesitation, I complied, feeling as if things were in slow motion when he pulled
it back, revealing my naked lower half.

Air hissed from
between his teeth while his green eyes raked over me slowly.

“Your pussy is
beautiful.”

“I, uh—Jesus—”
How did one respond to that kind of compliment? “You’re staring.”

“I can’t help it.
Why did you want to masturbate tonight?”

“Because I was
turned on by our shower and needed some relief,” I admitted watching his eyes
darken.

“You weren’t the
only one. Will you show me?” he whispered.

“You want to
watch me do this?”

“More than
anything. Sit up further, with your back propped against the headboard.”

He moved the
pillows before taking a seat beside me.

I shifted my
hips up on the bed, scarcely believing this was happening. “What next?” I noted
his lust-filled gaze hadn’t left my bottom half.

“Turn it on and
hold it to your clit,” he instructed huskily.

I fumbled with
the switch, the sound of the vibration filling the room once it was on. Moving
it down, I positioned it as I had previously and pressed down. It felt good but
not quite where it should be, so I circled it around.

His eyes
followed every movement. “Spread your lips.” His voice was low and sexy.

I held up my
cast. “This is where things get clumsy.”

He scooted
closer. “Give it to me.”

It looked tiny
in his hands, but, wow, what a punch as he knew exactly where to put it. I
gripped the sheet with my good hand, involuntarily arching my hips. Watching
him watch me was turning me on further.

“Now touch
yourself.” His entire body looked tense, as if it was coiled tightly, ready to
spring.

Reaching down
with the fingers of my good hand, I obliged. I could feel the tingles spreading
from the vibrations.

“Show me how wet
you are.”

I ran a finger
the length of my slit and felt the evidence of my arousal. I was completely
drenched.

“I have to know
how you taste.”

Sucking in a haggard
breath, I had to remember to exhale when he took my same finger between his
lips, swirled his tongue around it, and sucked it clean.

He shuddered. “Incredible.”

“What’s it
like?” I inquired, not quite believing I’d been brave enough to ask the
question.

There was undisguised
lust in his expression when, this time, he dipped his own finger through my
slick essence. My eyes went wide when he leaned into me, touching the pad of
his finger to my bottom lip, spreading the wetness onto it.

My tongue came
out, too curious not to discover the mystery. His intake of breath was worth it
especially when I took his finger deeper into my mouth.

“Christ. I need
to taste more of you. Has someone done that to you before?”

“No,” I
whispered, a wave of heat washing over me with what he was about to do.

He moved down,
tossing the vibrator aside before hovering over my center.

I shivered when
he blew a breath at my cleft. “Please—”

“I know, sweets.
I’ve got you.”

His mouth
nuzzled my sex, and I could feel his stubble on the most intimate part of me.
The friction made me want to wrap my legs around him and squeeze. When he
inhaled my scent, I about combusted with a bolt of need thundering through my
body.

“You smell
amazing. Do you think you can hold your legs up with your cast?”

The thought of
being exposed like that to him had me shivering in anticipation. “I’m not
sure.”

“Here, grip the
one with your good hand.” He bent my leg up, and I did as instructed, giving
him access to all of me.

When he trailed
his tongue down the entire length of my slit, it was all I could do to remain
conscious, so wrapped up was I in undisguised pleasure. “Oh, God.”

“Mm, I kind of
enjoy you calling me a god,” he quipped.

My retort died
on my lips when his finger slipped inside of me. Squirming with the new
sensation, I immediately desired more.

 “We aren’t
having sex. Is that clear?” He looked up from between my legs, meeting my eyes,
waiting for my assurance.

As if I was the
one with the ability to say no to anything at the moment. Nothing was clear
except the fact that my brain was taking all its cues from my body. However my
nod seemed to satisfy whatever line he was currently revising in his head.

I’d heard the
expression
eating her out
, but never knew what it meant until he feasted
his mouth on me completely. My hips bucked off the bed; I was so overwhelmed in
sensation that I couldn’t control the intense reaction. His arms lifted my
lower half, enabling him to push his tongue into me. My toes curled with the
foreign sensation as I groaned his name, feeling myself build towards something
I couldn’t identify.

But it had only
begun, I discovered. His thumb found the tight nub I’d been searching for
before he’d barged in, rubbing it in a circular rhythm. Watching his mouth on
the most intimate part of me was not only erotic, but would forever stay etched
in my brain. My entire body tensed and when his lips fastened onto my clit, I
detonated. There wasn’t another word for it. No cute little panting or sexy
moan, rather it was a bloodcurdling, wake-the-neighbors type scream when the
bomb went off.

As I came down
off my high, I opened my eyes and saw him sitting back on his haunches, looking
conflicted. He continued to work his finger inside of me, spreading my wetness
around as if he couldn’t stop touching me. “I shouldn’t have started this,” he
murmured.

“Please tell me
you’re not trying to alleviate your guilt while your finger is still inside of
me.”

He inserted
another one. “I can’t help it. I told myself after that last kiss—”

I kicked at his
chest with my good foot. “My vagina is not a confessional, Colby Singer, so if
you’re having second thoughts, then get the fuck off me.”

He crawled up
the length of me, chuckling. “Sorry. You’re cute, by the way, when you say my
full name with irritation.”

My eyes flashed,
and he erupted into a fresh wave of laughter.

“Sorry, I didn’t
mean to use the dreaded
C
-word. You’re sexy. How’s that word, instead?
Was that your first orgasm?”

Way to change
the subject. “Was it that obvious you robbed the vibrator of the honor?”

He smirked.
“You’re definitely not quiet. Did other guys not know what they were doing or
what?”

Worried he would
ask about my experience and pick up on my lack thereof, I decided to deflect. I
shushed my conscience with the knowledge he’d already made it clear we weren’t
having sex. “Did you give girls orgasms in college?”

He flashed a
PDG. “Of course, but then again, I had a lot of practice in high school.”

“TMI.” Pushing
up in order to get a better angle, my mouth met his, cutting him off with a
kiss.

Leaning back, I
checked his eyes. “Does it make me weird to be turned on by the taste of myself
on your lips?”

“Fuck, no, it’s
beyond hot.” He dove back in, tangling his tongue with mine.

Enjoying his
groan of pleasure when I sucked on it, then nibbled his bottom lip; I realized
his hand was searching for something.

“Do I need to
draw you a map of where to touch me?”

“Ha, I’m looking
for—Ah, this little guy again.”

I glanced down,
realizing he had the vibrating egg firmly in his hand. He flicked the switch,
and the humming started. “What are you doing?”

“Let’s get this
off.” He sat me up, helping to shed me of my T-shirt and thus exposing my body completely
to his gaze. He sat back, taking it all in.

I couldn’t help
but be somewhat anxious about being completely naked in front of him, but refused
to let him see my nerves. The man had been with movie stars and models, but I
was real.

“They’re
perfection. Don’t ever think about getting implants.” He leaned forward,
cupping my breasts, one in each hand.

I quirked an
indignant brow. “Gee, sweet talker, I wasn’t thinking about it, but thanks for
the unsolicited male perspective and the backhanded compliment.”

He afforded me a
sheepish grin. “Sorry. Guess I’m used to women who automatically go there when
they have real ones and voice their insecurities about, uh—”

“Choose your
words wisely,” I warned, trying not to laugh at his contrite expression.

His head dipped
down, kissing down each breast while his hand trailed the buzzing egg down to
my drenched center. “Talking is what gets me in trouble.”

“Mm, here’s a
tip since we’re into giving unsolicited opinions: don’t ever start a sentence
with
I’m used to or other women I’ve been with
. Ever.”