Bit by the Bug (Matthews Sisters 1) (3 page)

‘No, baby, I called to listen to you play with them.’ Kat giggled.

‘Mmm.’ The sound was incredibly sexy. ‘Things not going well?’

‘Well enough. I might have a line on a job when I get back.’

‘Go all the way to Connecticut to get a job here? That’s pretty funny.’

Kat didn’t even bother to correct his mistake. She had sisters if she needed someone to listen to her innermost thoughts and friends if she wanted to debate the current
state of America’s affairs – not that she ever did. Jack she kept around for another reason altogether.

‘I don’t want to talk about work,’ Kat said. ‘I need you, baby. I wish you were here with me. Right now.’

‘Oh yeah, and what would you do to me if I were there right now, princess?’ Jack’s breathing audibly deepened.

Kat knew the man liked to sleep naked so there was no point in asking him what he was wearing. Rolling up on the bed, she unbuttoned her denim jeans and pushed them off her hips. ‘First, I’d make you peel every inch of shiny tight black leather off my body.’ She fell back on the bed, kicking off her boots and socks before pushing completely out of her blue jeans. Lying on the bed in her panties, she pulled at her knit sweater. ‘You know the leather I’m talking about, don’t you?’

‘Oh, yeah. The outfit I got you from the studio prop room last Halloween.’ Jack groaned. He’d stolen the costume for her as a joke. The studio he’d been working for was on location from Los Angeles and they hadn’t even missed it.

‘That’s the one. I’d make you peel it off my body, slowly revealing my legs, my ass, my wet hot pussy.’ Kat pulled the corded phone back from her ear and lifted the sweater off, tossing it aside. More comfortable, she rested on her back, lightly running her hand over her flat stomach. Her black lace panties and sturdy white bra didn’t match, but it didn’t matter. This was fantasy. ‘My corset beneath the leather is tight, cupping under my breasts, exposing them and pushing them up so they’re high and perky. Mmm, and I’m wearing crotchless panties.’

Jack made an animalistic noise. ‘You have a beautiful voice. I love it when you talk like this.’

‘And I love it when you talk like Lord Angus,’ Kat said with a giggle. Angus had been one of Jack’s favourite roles. He talked like a Scottish laird for months while the play had been in rehearsal. Unfortunately, the show was
shut down after only one night and no reviews of his performance had been written. Jack was lucky to have gotten half his paycheck from the ordeal. It was a joke between them that at least he’d gotten something from his time as Angus – a sexy accent.

‘Do ye now, lass,’ he murmured, affecting the soft burr. ‘And where are we?’

Kat involuntarily trembled. There was just something about American girls and accents. She didn’t care if it was stereotypical, it was very true. Just hearing Jack affect one always turned her on. It was exotic. Closing her eyes, Kat wiggled on the bed. ‘Forget the leather. I’m on a bed of furs in a tunic gown and we can hear the sound of a celebration beyond your tent as your men celebrate their victory.’

‘Aye.’

‘You’ve just won a giant, vicious battle and your muscles are hard and sweaty from the fight. I was captured amongst your enemy and brought to your tent by your men as part of the spoils of war.’ Kat quickly sat up in the bed, leaning over the side to grab a large lifelike pink vibrator and a tube of lubricant from her bag. She tossed it next to her and again lay on her back.

‘Ye have nothing to fear,’ Jack said in the thick accent.

‘Oh, but I do, because you peel back your kilt, revealing your hard thick weapon. It’s just as hard as the rest of you as you wrap your fist around it.’ Kat ran her hand lightly over her stomach, liking their fantasy game. ‘Frightened, I try to escape by crawling off the bed, but you stop me. I try to fight you off, but you’re too strong. You rip my gown from me in your haste to see me naked.’ Kat tugged at her bra and panties, quickly getting them off her body so she was naked on the bed.

‘Where ye goin’ wench? There’s nowhere to run. No one here will help ye.’

‘Your eyes light up with devious intent as you look at
my huge breasts and you automatically want to thrust your cock between them and come on my neck.’

‘Aye, I do.’

‘You pin my arms over my head.’ Kat lifted her hands, bringing them together at the wrists. ‘I know you’re going to fuck me good. I can feel your hard, giant cock along my thigh.’ She arched on the bed, make-believing she was held down by the conquering Scottish laird.

Jack’s heavy breathing continued as he whispered into the phone. She couldn’t understand what he was saying, and the odds were he was just making up Gaelic words for the sake of the part, but she let the game take over completely. She could practically feel him, the pressure of his body to hers, the idea of the Scottish laird so vivid in her mind.

‘And then you surprise me by kissing me. You steal my breath and weaken my will to fight you. Your strong chest is against mine and our hearts are beating so fast.’ Kat reached for her vibrator, holding the phone with her shoulder as she lubricated it.

‘I trap your small body beneath mine,’ Jack continued the story without missing a beat. ‘I feel you getting wet as I suck a breast hard into my mouth. As your resistance fades, I let you go and you touch me, running your hands along my chest. You’ve never seen a warrior so handsome and strong, so in control. You beg me to conquer you as I did your people.’

Kat gave a small passion-infused smile towards the phone. Jack’s arrogance was in his voice, but she didn’t mind. He played the dominant role well. ‘Oh, yes, conquer me, m’lord.’

‘I bid you to kiss every inch of me, worshipping my flesh with your tongue. You can’t resist. My body is like a drug and you beg to be fucked. I throw you down on the furs and your legs fall open in invitation, ready for my cock to ram into you. You gasp as my cock edges closer to your sweet pussy. You know I’m huge and I’m
going to tear you apart with my colossal size. You beg me to take it easy on you, telling me how you’ve never had one so big, so huge, so handsome, so . . .’ Jack paused when Kat giggled.

‘Jack, stop trying to make me laugh. You’re ruining the moment.’

‘Sorry,’ he chuckled, ‘couldn’t resist. It was starting to sound like those novels Zoe reads and I just got into the part of the beefcake.’

Kat turned on her vibrator, letting the wet tip run along the crease where her thigh met her pussy. She waited until Jack gave the word signifying he was ready as well. There was movement on his end of the phone and she imagined he was looking for some lubricant of his own. Hearing a snap of a plastic lid, she smiled, easing the vibrator towards her clit.

‘Ah, that’s it, lass. Dinna worry, I’m goin’ to fuck ye good.’ Jack continued to talk dirty to her, using the accented words of the Scottish conqueror. Kat parted her thighs, running the vibrating rubber cockhead along her folds. She pressed along her clit, circling it, mixing the cream of her body and the lubrication to ease the vibrator’s way.

‘Tell me what you’re doing with your hands,’ Kat said.

‘I’ve got one on my balls, squeezing them, and the other is filled with heated lotion on the tip of my shaft, ready to thrust. It’s hot and wet just like your pussy and my cock is so hard and ready for you.’

‘Fuck me, m’lord,’ Kat moaned, loving how Jack could easily keep up with the fantasy, not like some lovers she’d had in the past. Sure the plot was something out of a romance novel like Jack said, but that’s what made it so much fun. When Jack put on a role, it was as if he was fucking both her mind and her body. He was no longer Jack, he was the fantasy. ‘Give it to me.’

‘Aye,’ he growled, letting his voice drop into a heated murmur.

Jack grunted and moaned. Kat, following his lead, thrust the vibrator deep into her pussy, filling it with the thick length. It buzzed, hitting perfectly inside her as she rocked it along her G-spot. A thin attachment at the base vibrated her clit helping to build the pleasure inside her body. The conversation became a series of shared grunts and half-spoken sentences. She longed to have Jack on top of her, right there in the room with her. She wanted to feel his weight against her body, knowing for that moment she wasn’t alone. Holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder, she flipped over using the bed to help hold the vibrator in place as she lifted and fell in a steady rhythm on top of it.

‘Jack,’ she whispered into the phone, gasping as the orgasm built to a trembling peak. She held the phone tight, her heart beating hard in her chest, her flesh just starting to bead with sweat.

‘Argh,’ Jack grunted, the one sound he made when he found release. It took her a few seconds longer but soon she was coming with him.

Kat fell forward on the bed, smiling and relaxed. She shut off her vibrator and tossed it aside on the bed. Who knew, she might want it again before the night was over.

‘Hey, Kat, thanks for calling, but I have to go. I have an early day tomorrow. I want to get down some lines before the director gets to rehearsal and some of us guys are going to meet up early to practise.’

‘Uh, sure, I’ll get in touch when I get back in town. Bye.’

‘Night, princess.’

Kat crawled over and hung up the phone. Resting naked on the bed, she again turned to the mirror and held completely still except for the rise and fall of her chest. Seeing her dishevelled image looking back at her, she admired the realistic way her make-up was now smudged along her cheek in a dark glittering streak.

Staring at herself for a long time, she didn’t move. Her
head raced with thoughts of her work, this chance at Faux Pas, of what pieces she’d need for her own art show in such a place. And, as she drifted off to sleep, she thought once of Dr Vincent, a sad, awkward man who needed his parents to buy dates for him.

Upper West Side, Manhattan, New York City. One week later
. . .

‘A doctor?’ Zoe whispered, leaning forward and bracing her arms on the table. The white linen tablecloth wrinkled slightly and she instantly pulled back, smoothing it.

Kat nodded at Zoe. She was one of her younger sisters. Zoe’s short, shaggy haircut fitted her slender face and long neck perfectly, giving her a very pixyish look. Right now she wore it streaked with subtle hints of brownish red. Both of them had matching dark-blue eyes. Out of all her sisters, Kat was closest to Zoe. They just seemed to get each other.

It was late afternoon and the small, trendy Italian restaurant, Sedurre, wasn’t very busy. In fact, the last customers had just left and the only waitress was in the back doing side work in preparation of the evening rush.

The long, skinny building could only fit two rows of tables down each wall, leaving a single walkway for the waitresses to go down the middle. Brown vinyl booths were along the sides in the far back, surrounded by more crowded tables. The walls were white, matching the table cloths and linen napkins, and the décor was minimal. There were a few Italian influenced paintings of Venice and Rome, but aside from the vases of fake flowers, that was it.

Even though extremely cramped during the rush, the restaurant was popular. Kat liked to think it was because her sister was one of the cooks. Already, Zoe had proven
herself every bit as talented as the sous chef. Kat was positive her sister would some day make head chef, even possibly open her own restaurant.

‘Can you believe it? They’ve actually hired me to date the man,’ Kat said. She had told Zoe everything. How could she not? It was just too weird. This was definitely a time in a girl’s life when she needed a sister’s opinion.

‘And did you really use the word deflower?’ Zoe laughed.

‘Yeah, I’d been on an old novel kick and panicked. Besides, what did you expect me to say? “Hey, so you want me to rock your son’s world?” That’s real classy.’

‘This whole thing sounds strange if you ask me.’

‘After what I’ve told you, can you imagine what kind of offspring Mimi and Vincent would’ve produced?’ Kat shivered just thinking about it. ‘I mean, ew.’

‘To be fair, our parents had all of us and we’re –’ Zoe paused, shrugging, ‘– not them.’

In total there were five Matthews sisters – Megan, the oldest at twenty-nine, then Kat, Zoe, Sasha and the baby, Ella, who would be graduating from high school that month. All of them had the same fair complexions. Zoe, Kat and Ella all had their mother’s blonde hair. Megan and Sasha took after their father’s dark brown. After so many girls, their parents had given up on ever having sons – though they remained hopeful for sons-in-law. So far, not one of the Matthews sisters showed any signs of settling down.

‘I can’t believe our mother actually set it up,’ said Kat. ‘Do you think she knew what Mimi wanted to ask me to do?’

‘Mom’s just weird. Who knows what she was thinking? She probably thought it was the only way to get you out on a date. Either that or she divined your future in the tea leaves again.’ Zoe laughed. ‘Remember when she was convinced Sasha was going to get hit by a car if
she went outside and made her spend the entire day in bed until the signs passed?’

‘Oh, gawd. I don’t know how dad does it,’ Kat said. ‘That woman drives me crazy.’

‘She means well,’ Zoe lightly defended their mother.

‘It still doesn’t mean she’s not crazy. Anyway, what do you think about this whole dating the doctor thing? I need a quick analysis of the situation.’

‘Hmm, okay, first thought. Why would a doctor who comes from a rich family need help getting dates? This is New York. Why isn’t he on the most eligible bachelors list?’ Zoe frowned. ‘I don’t like it. He must be a real cretin or mean to old people or something.’

‘But, Faux Pas,’ Kat insisted, nearly wiggling in her seat just saying the words.

‘Well, I didn’t say you wouldn’t do it,’ Zoe answered. ‘Of course you’ll do it. I mean, Faux Pas. You land a prestigious show like that and all the fashion magazines will have to pay attention to your work. Everybody pays attention to Howard Faustino’s artists. There’ll be no more scrounging for jobs. In fact, you’d probably have more than fashion mags at your door with offers. The field will be wide open.’