Changing all the Rules (3 page)

His breathing was turning into deep gasps for air as he stared numbly down into that beautiful, sweet face...so familiar from all those years of dreaming. “You haven’t changed at all.” His low voice was rough, and she was close, so very close, and before she could react or hightail it, he had her in his arms, pulled hard against his chest. She lifted her head to stare into his eyes, and his mouth came down on hers hard, hot, and demanding.

Sweet Christ!
He’d always imagined how she would taste. Sweet…hot…heady. But imagining it was nothing like finally kissing her. He ran his hands down the curve of her spine to cup and squeeze her delicious ass. God, he'd always loved her ass. He realized he was going a bit faster here than he’d planned, but she sure as hell wasn’t fighting him off, either. He lifted her off the floor and pulled her legs around his hips to drag her sweet pussy firmly against his stiffening cock.

  He reached between their tightly clamped bodies to unbutton his jeans and drag the zipper down. Then he popped the button on hers, and unzipped hers as well. He didn’t stop kissing her to ask her if she wanted to have sex with him. It was pretty obvious both of them had planned on enjoying each other tonight, and when he walked into the living room and lowered her to the rug in front of the TV and dragged her jeans off, she actually lifted her ass to let him pull them down.
Second base
.

God, he loved Haley’s sweetly curved, lush thighs!

“What are you doing?” she whispered huskily as he stood back up and dragged off his own jeans.

  “Not just me.
Us
. We’re going to fuck. Unless you want something else first.” He waited for her to say something. His chaotic thoughts made it impossible to calm himself. Her next words were like adding gasoline to flame.

“Take everything off—please?” Her voice was a throaty whisper. “I want to see every inch of you! Just to make sure I haven’t dreamed you.”
Josh was out of the rest of his clothes in two seconds flat. He watched her wide eyes slide downward over his naked flesh with a hot, electrifying intensity that sent every drop of blood in his body to his already raging cock. Her next whispered words sent him over the top.

“I always knew you would be beautiful, Josh. God, I want you…”

Haley opened her mouth on a groan as he drove his hot tongue between her lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around him tightly.

Moving way too fast here, Hale!

But Josh wasn’t exactly shoving her off him, either. In fact, he was running his hands over her ass as if he owned it—and it felt so damn good. “I always wanted to know what you felt like, Josh…” her whispered words were cut off by his fierce kiss.

When he lifted his lips from hers, she stared at him in awed silence, her words lost in her chaotic emotions. He was magnificent! And he had a hard-on that brought drool to her mouth. Oh, that looked so damn good!
She struggled to sit up
,
and dragged her top off, then her bra, and reached for his cock. He groaned and lay back on the carpet as she shoved him down and took him into her mouth like a hungry tigress. That delicious, thick cock bumped the back of her throat and he gave a throaty groan.

Whatever happened to
“Hi, my name is Haley and I’ll be going down on you any moment now.”

“Shit! That feels so damn good, Hale!” he groaned as she took him in, her hands circling his shaft and then running over his balls. His fingers dug into her hair, and he lifted her mouth from him. “But could I have some too? Please?”

Haley managed to stop her voracious feast, then let go and fell back onto the carpet, opening her knees and holding out her arms. “Yes, please,” she panted as he rolled up from the floor and straddled her head, bending to spread her already slick pussy lips with his thumbs, and devour her alive. Her arms wrapped around his hips as she gave a whimper of shocked pleasure, and then sucked him in, stroking his cock with her tongue and gently fondling his balls with one hand while he licked, swirled, nibbled and sucked her clit, and drove her to a heady, quick climax. But he didn’t stop when he felt her come. He kept teasing, tantalizing, driving his hot tongue deep into her pussy as she arched up to his mouth.

Josh Barnes sure as hell didn’t have any problems with going down on a woman!

Josh continued his sweet assault on her pussy until she climaxed again, and he felt like shouting out loud with delirious joy as she rolled him onto his back and went down on him like a nympho hooker. He’d given Haley two hot, intense climaxes, and now she was going to return the favor.
His balls felt as if they would tie into knots as she massaged and teased them gently.

He threaded his fingers into her long hair and flexed his hips with each downward stroke of her mouth and hand. “Jesus, Hale, that feels so  hot.”
Oh, yes!
She was sweet. She was hot.

And he was coming!

He gave a muffled shout and dragged her back from his cock just as he blew. His ejaculation spurted hard and hot, and she kept stroking him tight and sweet until he was milked dry, and he gently peeled her fist from his shaft.

He lay there, breathing like a steam engine taking a hill, and she leaned over him and bent to kiss him, slow, hot, open-mouthed and hungry. He dragged her down into the mess he’d made all over his abs and chest, and whispered raggedly into her mouth, “I can't believe I'm finally making love to you. That this isn't just another wet dream...”

Chapter Three

Haley lay back on the floor, panting and trying to recall the last time she had ever had such an intense orgasm. And now she definitely knew what it felt like to have a man’s mouth give her wild, heady, mind-blowing pleasure. She turned her head to stare at Josh, who was staring at her from where he lay, his chest heaving with his attempt to calm down. His blue eyes were glowing with enjoyment, and she laughed jerkily. “Pleased to meet you again after all these years, Josh.”

She watched as he rolled up from the carpet and grabbed his shirt, mopping himself up, then turned to her as he slowly wiped his cum off her breasts and belly. He rolled the shirt up and tucked it into his discarded jeans, and then he bent to catch her smiling lips with a hot, sensual kiss. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, a whimper of need coming from deep in her throat as he took over, capturing her lips and devouring them hungrily, sucking her tongue, eating at her mouth, biting gently on her puffy lower lip as she licked his upper lip.

Oh, he was so delicious! She didn’t even mind that her pussy cream was in his mouth as she kissed him. And she intended to do everything she’d ever done in her dreams, before Krissie and Jim came home from their movie.

She moaned and arched as he shifted his hot mouth from her lips to her breasts, to her aching, swollen nipples. His big hands cupped her, gently crushed them, while his mouth devoured them, one after the other, then back again. Harry usually ignored her nipples completely, but Josh seemed to want to eat them right off her chest! She threaded her fingers through his thick blond hair and whispered huskily, “Ooooh, thank you, Josh.”

He lifted his mouth from her breast and smiled into her eyes. “Don’t thank me yet, baby, I haven’t even gotten started…” And his hands slipped down her ribs to mold her hips, moving slowly lower until he found the nut-brown bush that covered her pussy. “I want to shave this off—you mind?”

In Krissa’s shower, she felt wicked and wanton as she allowed him to lift one leg over his broad shoulder while he knelt before her and carefully, gently removed her pubic hair with a razor, leaving her pussy naked and pink to his gaze. He growled as he bent to lave her clit, and then he whispered hoarsely, “Much better, now that I can see my dinner,” and Haley yelped and gasped as he took her into his mouth and savored her smooth folds, sucking her pussy lips into his hot mouth as his long, thick fingers pumped slowly, delightfully in and out of her.

He lifted her other leg up to his other shoulder, propping her against the corner of the shower as he drove his tongue into her quivering pussy. She clutched his head and gave a thick cry of release, her orgasm bringing her hips up hard against his mouth. The delicious warm spray massaged her skin, heightening her orgasmic pleasure. He sucked at her pussy lips and licked her throbbing clit until she begged him to stop before he killed her.

He lowered her feet back to the floor of the shower, and rose to stand in front of her, his cock hot and ready, and braced in his lean hand so that it pushed into the now smooth folds of her pussy. “I want to put this inside you, Hale. I haven’t had a vas, but I’m free of STD’s, and I hate condoms. It’s up to you—yes or no. You protected?” He ran his tongue along her throat and shoulder.

Haley nodded. She had an implant. No sweat there. He lifted her as if she weighed ounces, and she wrapped her legs around his wet hips as he fed that thick, long, delectable cock into her slowly, wickedly, until he was flush against her pussy with his own neatly trimmed groin. His blue gaze locked with hers, and he squeezed her butt cheeks as he drew back out slowly, watching her face, then plunged deep, driving into her like a madman, flexing his hips in a way that made her gasp and arch and cry out.

He watched her beautiful face change with each thrust. He knew she liked what he could do for her so he picked up the pace, driving himself into her channel faster, watching her close her eyes and savor the feel of him buried inside her. God, but she was as  horny as he was, and she was able to take his oversized, thick cock without gasping in pain. He stopped holding back and fucked her hard and fast—his muscles flexing quickly with each driving plunge. She was tight and wet with her hot cream, just for him! He felt her arch and clench wildly around his cock with a mind-splintering climax.

He pounded in a few more strokes before he gave a choked shout of victory, and came so hard inside her, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He jabbed his cock in and pressed his body to hers and let his cum fill her, felt it washing down his legs with the shower spray. He almost lost the ability to stand, his knees trembling from the intense pleasure. He clasped her tight against him, kissing her throat, her shoulder, her ear. And then he hefted her slightly higher to suck her nipple into his mouth, savoring it for several minutes as she gently milked his cock with sexy little squeezes of her inner muscles.

He lowered her slowly to the shower floor once more, and caught her lips in another hot, sweet kiss, before he drew back and whispered hoarsely, “You were worth the long wait!”

Her voice was shaky as she whispered, “So were you. Except I didn’t wait…did I?”

He ran his palms down her wet skin with slow enjoyment. “No. You didn’t.” His lips trailed over her temple. “But you just made up for your lack of judgment.”

Haley ran her tongue over his stubbly chin and sighed. God, but she wanted this to go on forever. His hands felt so good on her body as he caressed her slowly. “I always thought you were hot. You didn’t know that, did you?”

“You sure had a damn funny way of showing it.” His voice was muffled against her sopping hair, and she shivered as he dragged his lips across her cheek to capture her mouth, effectively stopping her words for several minutes.

She laughed against his mouth, and he lifted his lips, smiling questioningly down into her upturned face. “What?”

“Krissa and Jim will be home shortly, and we were supposed to be watching a movie…”

“Spoilsport…” he whispered huskily against her throat as he dragged out the wonder of the moment, clinging to it before letting her slide from his arms to leave the shower.

* * * * *

Josh brought in the freshly popped corn from the kitchen, and sank onto the carpet beside the sofa, casually wrapping one long arm around Haley’s back and dragging her closer against his body. She sighed and snuggled a bit closer, hiding her face behind her damp hair. He could sense her confusion. He picked up the remote and lowered the sound on the movie, and when she glanced up into his face with eyes that tore at his guts, he whispered, “What are we gonna do, baby?”

A soft pink flush suffused her cheeks, and her lashes fluttered to half staff, her gaze focusing on his mouth in a way that left him aching to pull her clothes off again and make love on the damn floor once more. “What are we gonna do about what?” Her voice was husky.

Was she being deliberately obtuse?

“About us…you and me?” His lips brushed her forehead, and he felt the tremor go through her. He knew she felt the same way he did, but she was fighting it. He watched her tongue trace her upper lip nervously. “I can’t let you go now. You must know that.”

Haley drew a shivery breath and swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat since they had dressed and turned on the movie. “There is no ‘you and me’. There can’t be, Josh. What we did here tonight was…totally breathtaking…but this can go nowhere. Please don’t talk. Just hold me. Hold me while we’re here, and don’t ask me to think any further ahead than right now.”

“You know I’m crazy about you. Can Harry say that to you after ten years?” Josh’s voice was rough, and she closed her eyes and fought tears.

“Please…don’t…” But he dragged her around to lie across his thighs, and his lips cut off her protest, his tongue stabbing hungrily into her mouth as he pulled her so tight to his chest, it should have hurt. But it didn’t. It felt right. It felt safe and warm and oh, so damn right!

He lifted his mouth from hers after a breathless moment, and his eyes searched her face for some sign that she returned his feelings. She sobbed and clung to him, pressing her face against his shoulder, breathing in the hot, delicious scent of him. “Say it,” he whispered against her hair. “Say it. You want to say it. Let me start it for you… ‘I love…’” his voice was rough as he paused to let her finish his sentence.

She shoved away and climbed to her feet, shaking her head. “It’s impossible, Josh! It’s impossible to love two men. It just isn’t…normal…”

He reached for her hand, but she moved away, forcing him to rise to his feet to pull her back against his chest, wrapping his arms about her and pressing his lips into the side of her throat from behind. “Okay. So I know you still love Harry. I know you still care about him. But for Christ’s sake, Hale, isn’t there some small bit of love in your heart for me, too?”

A sob tore from her as she twisted around in his embrace and wrapped her arms around his lean, hard ribs, her tears wetting his shirt. “God, Josh…I must be sick to feel like this. I must be some sort of sick woman to want both of you. It’s wrong!” she wailed.

“Shhh…no it isn’t, Hale…” His whispered words warmed her forehead as he gathered her closer. “It’s not as unusual as you think, and you aren’t sick. You need both of us. Harry gives you things I can’t. But I give you things Harry can’t. Has he ever given you what I just gave you tonight, Hale? Honestly? Tell me…”

She stood in the warm, safe circle of strong arms, and knew he was right. Harry was a beautiful, sexy man, but their lovemaking over the duration of their marriage had been sadly lacking. For the first time in ten years, Haley felt like a woman, a completely satisfied, fulfilled woman.

But it had been as much her fault as it had been Harry’s. She could see that now. If she’d been as open with Harry as she’d been with Josh tonight, they might have been better together. She had to give Harry the chance to be what she had always dreamed he was. She owed that to him.

The thought of Harry learning about tonight was like a knife digging into her heart. Yet the thought of leaving Josh was the same. She cried herself out against Josh’s delicious chest, and when she was drained, she just leaned into him and let him hold her. For just a few minutes more. Before she had to walk out that door and tell him she was choosing Harry—again.

* * * * *

Haley climbed out of her car a little after midnight, feeling tired, sore and unbelievably sated from her time with Josh. Sated and wondering if it had really happened. Had she really just spent three hot hours in the arms of a man who had made her feel cherished…adored…and more satisfied than she’d been in her entire life?

He’d made her feel things she’d never felt. With exquisite skill, Josh had given her more orgasms than she normally had in a month—and she had walked away from him. She couldn’t admit that she cared so much for another man.

It just wasn’t right.

Had she failed Harry by not being able to relax and respond the way she had tonight with Josh? Had she created the situation she was in with her marriage because she’d been cold toward the man who adored her? Oh yes…she knew Harry had adored her. Had. Maybe he still would. Maybe she could give him more encouragement. Oh, what the fuck? She loved Harry! You didn’t just give up on a man you loved.

Josh had shown her things about herself that she would never have believed. He’d shown her how a man made love to a woman with no reservations…no fears…and no embarrassment. She had enjoyed things with Josh she had never even considered with Harry. But what if she could tempt her staid husband into trying some of the marvelous things Josh had done with her? Would they be able to rekindle the fire that had almost died out? She swallowed hard. God, she wanted Harry to love her like that! It was too fucking bad that a woman couldn’t have two men in her life. One for cuddling and talking and understanding why you were crying, and one to fuck your brains out and keep you hot and happy.

She could see that Harry wasn’t home from bowling yet. He wouldn’t get home until after one. She bit her lip and hurried into the house, feeling guilty for cheating on her husband. There was no excuse for what she’d done tonight. She ignored the little voice in the back of her mind that screamed at her, “Yes there is an excuse, lamebrain, and you deserve better than Harry is giving you!” It was too dangerous to listen. Because Harry deserved better than she'd given him, too...

She moved around the house mechanically, cleaning up the mess he’d left in the kitchen from the meal he’d fixed himself before leaving for the bowling alley, keeping her mind occupied to avoid thinking of the hurt in his eyes if he ever found out. She had to make certain he never did. Her thoughts returned to those last moments in Josh’s strong arms. How right it had felt.

How damned wrong it had been!

Krissa and Jim had come home at half past eleven, and the way her friend had grinned at her had made her blush. She and Josh had been casually sitting on the sofa, eating popcorn and pretending to watch the rented movie when Jim opened the front door, making unnecessarily loud noises, just in case. They’d all talked in a friendly, casual way for half an hour, and then Josh had walked her out to her car.

“Jim is waiting for a play-by-play. You want me to tell him nothing happened?” Josh’s eyes held hers.

“What do you mean, a ‘play-by-play’?” she’d asked breathlessly.