FLAME (Spark Series) (8 page)

She huffs, letting out a slow breath. “I guess,” she mutters.

“Oh, come on. I thought it was so you could focus on your
relationship,
” I mock.

“Don’t get me started,” she snaps, pointing a finger in my direction. “It
is
so we can focus on our relationship, but dammit, a girl has needs!”

“Guess it’s time to bring out the vibrator,” I say straight-forward.

She about chokes. “I don’t have a vibrator.”

“Seriously? Oh, my god, I have like five.”

“Really? What the hell do you need with
five
?” Her eyes widen. “I mean, I know
what
you do with them, but five?”

I shrug casually. “Depends what I’m in the mood for.” I smirk. “That’s it. After work, we’re going.”

“Going where?” she asks, looking scared.

I smile wide. “Dildo shopping.”

9

“This is just creepy.” Julia makes a face as we walk down the aisles at the adult store. It’s open 24 hours a day, which is perfect for a late night shopping trip.

“It’s like fucking Heaven in here,” I snort. “Look at all these amazing toys. Alright, I’m guessing you need a beginner’s vibrator. Something simple. Wouldn’t want to scare you off now.” I can’t help but chuckle at how bright red she is.

“Scare me off? Consider me frightened.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad. It’s very normal, Julia. Self-pleasure is what gets me through the lonely nights.”

She laughs. “You have lonely nights? I doubt it.”

“Okay…fine.” I laugh with her. “They’re a nice bonus during sex, too,” I confess.

We laugh together as she squirms at all the displays. I show her all the good stuff—butt plugs, nipple clamps, g-spot vibrators, Luna beads. She squirms at all of it. I help her pick out a basic one and decide to grab some beads as well.

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” I say as we get into the car. “Now you better come back to work a happy camper,” I quip, pointing a finger at her.

“Well, if it does the job, I don’t see why I wouldn’t.” She smirks.

“That’s the spirit.” I laugh. I drop her back off at the bar where her car is parked and see one car left in the parking lot.

“What the hell?” I mutter.

“What?”

“There’s a car left in the parking lot. But the bar is closed. I don’t remember seeing it after we locked up.”

“Maybe it’s your British hottie.” She winks.

“Oh god…” I mumble, secretly thrilled at the possibility.

“Let me walk you to your car just in case.” I undo my buckle and open the door. She walks with her bag in hand across the lot to where her car is parked.

“Goodnight,” I say.

“Night. See you later.” She chuckles, waving her bag in the air. “Or I might call in
sick,
” she teases, waving air quotes.

“Ha, you better not! I’ll hunt you down,” I tease. I turn and walk back to my car where Drew is casually leaning against it.

“You ditched me to buy a vibrator?” he asks, almost offended.

“
No
…I ditched you to buy
Julia
a vibrator.”

“Really? Getting kinky.” He laughs. “Can I watch? I mean, two girls with vibrators? I promise to be quiet.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes my throat. He’s just too damn cute when he’s being a cocky ass.

“Hell no.” I snort. “And I
didn’t
ditch you. We didn’t have plans.”

“As I recall, we did. I even brought flowers.” He smiles, and it’s so hard to resist wrapping my arms and legs around him.

“Oh, is
that
how it works? You bring girls flowers, and their clothes just fall to the floor?”

He shrugs playfully. “Usually.”

“You’re cute, but not
that
cute.” I stand in front of him with my arms crossed, challenging him to resist me. He won’t be able to for long…not if I do this right.

Hard to get.
I need to play hard to get. I know I’m usually easy, but Drew…I wanted him to beg for it like he made me.

He crushes a hand to his heart. “Not that cute? Are you
trying
to kill my ego?”

“I’m sure it’s repairable. There ought to be hundreds of girls at your college willing to drop their panties for you.”

“College girls?” He shakes his head. “No thanks.”

I lean back, shocked. “Really? I pegged you for a college whore.”

“I
do
have standards, you know?”

“Well, good for you. So do I.” I reach around him to grab my door handle but he blocks me. “What? Now I can’t go home?”

He bumps his hip into my hand. “Not without me.”

“Desperation doesn’t look good on you, babe. Kind of a mood killer,” I quip, pushing him back so I can open the door.

“This isn’t desperate. This is a man going after what he wants. And if you’ll stop fighting it for one minute…” He grabs me and pins me to the car. “You’ll realize it’s what you want, too.” He stares intently at me, brushing my hair back behind my ears.

My body shivers at feeling his touch again, responding to him immediately, and giving myself away.
I try to deny it, but it’s obvious my body craves more of him.

“And what is it you want, Drew? I can’t give you any of that relationship crap. I don’t commit, and I don’t let a guy control me,
ever.
You were my one exception, and it’s not going to happen again,” I say firmly, looking into his eyes so he takes me seriously.

“I’ll take you anyway I can get you, Doll. Whether it’s one more night…or a month. But I want it. I want all of it. I’m not a guy who begs, either. But I’m also not the type of guy to let something go that both of us need.”

He brings his hands to my neck, softly rubbing. He leans in brushing his lips against mine as if to ask for permission. I give in and kiss him, letting his tongue massage mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to me. Having his strong hands on me makes me feel weak, as if his hands are meant to hold me up. His words repeat in my head, and for a minute, I doubt I can do this, but as his body presses harder against mine, feeling him and feeling my arousal for him, I know I can’t deny what my body truly wants—
him
.

“Get in,” I say, breaking the kiss.

I speed home, unable to think. I realize the less I think, the less I talk myself out of this. I
like
Drew. Well, I like him enough to invite him back to my apartment again.

I open the door and am relieved to see that Laney isn’t home. I hope this means she’s finally decided to talk to Eric.

“Well, come in,” I say, waving my hand inside. He slowly follows me in. I drop my bag and keys on the table.

“So, do I get to see it?” he asks, standing casually next to me.

I furrow my eyebrows at him. “See what?”

“Your vibrator,” he says plainly.

“Depends…”

“On what?”

“On if you plan to use it or not?”

“That depends…”

“On?”

“You.”

“On me, huh? Well, if you do the job right, I won’t need it at all.” I smirk.

He grabs me and hoists me in the air lifting me over his shoulders like a child.

“What the hell are you doing?” I screech, smacking his ass.

“You just challenged me. Now I must prove myself.”

“That wasn’t a challenge,” I defend. “Not that I mind, but really, it was just a statement.”

He sets me down as soon as we enter my bedroom. “Challenge or not…I’m not wasting another second.”

His eyes look hungry, desperate. He mouth is on mine before I can respond. His greedy hands are stripping my clothes off, throwing my shirt across the room, grabbing my zipper and yanking my pants down. He playfully throws me on the bed and pulls my panties down. I lay there willingly as I watch him. He lays over me, leaning his hands on the mattress to hold himself up, yet close enough to crash his mouth against mine.

I instantly wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. He doesn’t budge, rather he brings his hands to his pants and unbuttons them. I bring one hand down and pull his dick out, ready and hard.

“Ohhh, fucking hell,” he moans as I wrap my hand around his hard cock. He kicks his pants the rest of the way down, brushing them away.

“I’m handcuffing
you
this time,” I say as I stroke him. I figure he can’t control me when I’m the one putting him in an orgasmic bliss.

“Unless you’re handcuffing me to you, I don’t think so, Doll.”

“Oh, you like it
really
kinky, don’t you?” I tease, biting his lip.

“I like anything with you.”

I bring my hands up and motion for him to take his shirt off. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this view.

“If you weren’t so fucking hot, I’d handcuff you to my bedpost and leave you there.”

“I’m glad to hear you like me for me,” he says in amusement. “However, I’m glad to hear you think so. Because I plan to use it against you as much as possible.”

“Unlikely,” I retort.

“And I plan to
be against
you as much as possible.” He grins.

“Yes. Yes…that one I agree with,” I say, laughing.

His smile is fucking amazing. It shows off his perfect white teeth, and when he’s really smiling, it practically reaches his eyes. The man has a great smile, ass and body. Basically, he has
everything
.

“I want you against the wall,” he mumbles in between kisses as I continue to stroke him again. “I won’t stop until every picture frame has fallen off.”

He hoists me up and releases my bra in one quick motion. He throws it behind him as his mouth finds my nipple. I sink into his touch, arching my back to give him as much access as possible.

“Oh god, that feels amazing,” I moan. His lips on me anywhere feels amazing, but when he kisses and pulls lightly on my breast with his teeth, it makes me explode at just the slightest touch.

His aggressive approach continues to turn me on, as much as I want to fight it and demand the control back. However, my body betrays me and gives in to his commands. He slams us into one of the walls and enters me immediately. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, but my body openly welcomes him.

I realize he’s not wearing a condom again and am prepared for him to pull out. But he doesn’t.

“Fuck, Doll. You feel so amazing.”

“Drew…” I pant, trying to make words come out.

He grabs my hands and pins them against the wall behind me above my head.

“I don’t want anything between us,” he says as if he reads my mind. “I promise I’m clean.”

“Are you sure?” I breathe out, worried.

“Yes, I swear. You’re on the pill?” he asks as if he already knows the answer.

“Of course.” As soon as the words come out, he pounds into me harder, making my head fall back at the amazing sensation that rivets between us.

“Good girl. I want to feel you, Carissa. All of you.”

His mouth is on mine again as he thrusts inside me—over and over, he gets deeper and harder—making it impossible to fight any emotions that begin to flood my heart.

I scream his name out as I climax, hard and aggressive. He makes sure I feel every second of it before milking his own release. My body surrenders to him as he continues holding me. His head falls on my shoulder as he presses light kisses up my neck.

“You feel amazing, Carissa. You
are
amazing,” he whispers in my ear. “I don’t want to give you up,” he growls.

I can feel my heart pounding out of my chest at his words. I don’t know what to say, so I don’t respond. I just let the moment sink in, allowing the bliss and euphoria take over as I come down from the sensation.

We lay in bed for a while, saying nothing. He covers us up as we lay naked, my back pressed to his chest. I match my breathing with his, trying to organize the mess that’s now in my head.

He lightly brushes his fingers up and down my arm. It’s not like me to cuddle after sex, but for the first time ever, I’m actually enjoying it.

“Looks like
you’re
the one who needs the snuggling after,” I tease, breaking the silence.

“I’ll take any excuse to have you close to me,” he whispers in my ear. “Even if it’s torturous snuggling.”

I bust out laughing. “I’m glad you’re being tortured.”

“Oh, it’s not torture snuggling with you. It’s torture having your naked body pressed up against me and wanting you again, but knowing I have to wait for recovery. The snuggling I can handle, if necessary.”

“You’re just all kinds of romantic, aren’t you?” I quip. “First flowers, and now sentimental in bed?”

“I’m a man of many talents, Doll.” I can feel him smile against my shoulder.

“Guess that makes me lucky, huh?” I turn around to face him. I tilt my head as I examine his face—so perfect and structured.

“It makes me the fucking luckiest guy ever to be here with you. Even
if
you plan to kick me to the curb.” He smirks, pressing a hand to my cheek and rubbing it softly with his thumb.

I shrug casually. “No expectations here.”

“And why is that? Why do you have no expectations when it comes to men?”

“I’m not having that conversation, sorry.”

“C’mon. Tell me,” he insists.

“Sorry, but I don’t do personal. It’s easier that way, trust me.” I jerk my head out of his hand, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

He tilts my chin up to meet his eyes and says, “What ever it is, I can handle it. You can tell me. No judgments.”

“Shit, you’re persistent.”