Getting Lucky (33 page)

He didn’t say anything again for a moment and Hope wondered what he was thinking.

“How many men?” he asked again.

“Four.”

He paused and she thought she heard teeth grinding.

“Were you in love with any of them?”

She started to roll back to look at him, but he tightened his arm around her, not letting her move. Okay, fine. “One of them, yes.”

There was definite teeth grinding then. She smiled.

“Have you ever used Ben Wa balls?”

“No.”

“A vibrator?”

“Well, yeah,” she said. Didn’t all women have a vibrator?

“Have you ever been blindfolded during sex?”

“No.”

“Ever had sex in public?”

“Once.”

He paused and she was ready for him to ask where. She could almost hear the battle in his head—curiosity versus jealousy. She knew because she felt the same battle in her about
his
experiences.

“Ever used food during sex?”

“Like whipped cream? Once.”

“Like German chocolate cake frosting.”

She laughed. “That’s very specific. And, no.”

“Do you like German chocolate cake frosting?”

“In my mouth? Yes. In my…” She trailed off.

He put his lips against her shoulder and began stroking her stomach. “Well, if it’s in your…it will end up in
my
mouth and I
do
like German chocolate cake frosting.”

Her body heated and she suddenly had a craving for coconut. “In that case, I freaking
love
German chocolate cake frosting.”

“Have you ever had anal sex?”

On the heels of cake frosting, that threw her. “No,” she finally said. She waited for him to ask if she would consider it. She waited to see if she
would
consider it.

Instead, he said, “How do you feel about cowgirl?”

His hand was stroking lower now and he glided his finger over her clit. She felt his erection pressing into her butt. He was ready to go again. Yee haw.

“Love cowgirl.”

“I think that might be best this first time,” he said, flicking his tongue behind her ear.

She shivered as goose bumps danced down her arms.

“That way you can take me slowly and easy. You can set the pace.”

Hope felt her inner muscles clench in delicious anticipation. “This is supposed to be about what
you
want from me,” she said. Even though she really wanted to ride him.

“Oh, Sunshine, watching you work my cock into that hot pussy is exactly what I want.”

She wanted to roll over, flip him onto his back and climb on. But his hand was between her legs again and she couldn’t quite pull herself away from his teasing fingers.

“I have to say though,” he told her as he pressed on her clit and then slid down into her heat, quickly adding a second finger, and then a third. “I could play right here for days.”

“I want to come with you inside me this time,” she said, trying to tamp down the building need. “Please.”

She didn’t think she’d ever been this horny in her life. Or this easy. She had never come like this with anyone else.

She heard TJ pull in a sharp breath and he eased his fingers out of her.

“Ride me.”

Yes
.

He rolled back as she turned over. She went up onto her knees and focused on his cock.

It had definitely recovered. It was big and thick and she was aching with the need to take him in and feel him stretching and filling her.

She wrapped a hand around him, squeezing gently.

“Easy.” He put his hand around hers. He didn’t pull her away but he kept her from stroking him. “I’m still wound pretty tight.”

“Good.” She grinned up at him.

“I want this to last more than thirty seconds,” he said, giving her butt a pinch with his free hand.

“Hey!”

“Get on already.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her up.

She swung a leg over, straddling him.

“That’s better.” He kept his hands on her hips. “Take it easy with me.”

“No way.” She took him in hand again. “Where are your condoms?”

He reached out for the bedside table and pulled a box from the drawer. He quickly ripped one open and positioned it above the head of his cock. They rolled it down his length together, his breath catching as she brushed her fingers over his balls.

Then she lifted herself over him. Still holding him, she moved into place, his head at her entrance.

He dug his fingers into her hips. “So hot. So good.”

She licked her bottom lip and eased herself down.

“Take it slow. Let me in easy.”

“I can take you, TJ,” she panted.

“You’re
going
to take me,” he promised. “All of me. I’m going to fill you up and fuck you thoroughly. Just take it slow.”

His words definitely made it easier. It seemed she got hotter and wetter every time he spoke. She moved, her body opening and accepting him inch by glorious inch. She felt the stretch through her inner thighs as well as her pussy, but it was such a good stretch, causing pulses of pleasure to ripple through her.

The way she wanted him, the multiple orgasms, the fact that her body
needed
him, all combined to make it easy to take him, and soon she was fully seated.

“Holy shit, Hope,” TJ breathed. “Holy shit.”

Yeah. It was that good.

“I have to move,” she said. “I…have too…” She began her motion, sliding up and down his length.

“God. Yes.” He gripped her hips and helped her move, slowly at first, but with increasing speed. “You feel so fucking good. God, Hope, I knew it would be amazing.”

Yeah, she’d known it too. Even before she’d realized that she could fall in love with him. Which had occurred somewhere around the time he’d refused to turn his back on his needy, sad ex. Or maybe it had been when he pulled her back from almost diving off the end of his dock. Or maybe it was when he wrapped himself up in her situation to protect Dan and Peyton.

Whenever it had happened, it had happened fast. The big, tough guy had awakened protective instincts in
her
that she hadn’t even known were there. She wanted to make him laugh and relax and open up and know that he could, and should, be loved.

Yeah, she could definitely fall for TJ Bennett.

Especially when he insisted on taking care of her. That was the strangest thing of all. She’d never been taken care of. So why did that turn her on so much from TJ?

Like when he started to lift his hips to thrust up into her but then stopped, as if he’d remembered he couldn’t do that.

“TJ, don’t be careful with me,” she said breathlessly. “Take me. Hard. If I can’t walk tomorrow, I’ll just have to say here in bed and teach you all the massage techniques and acupressure points to make me feel better.”

His gaze burned up at hers for three seconds before he flipped her over onto her back.

“I’ll show you an acupressure point.” He was teasing her, but his voice was rough. He moved his hips forward, pressing deeper. “Right about…” then he thrust, “…there.”

She gasped. “Yes!” Her instinct was to widen her legs so she could take him completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at his lower back.

“You with me?” he asked. He was propped on one elbow, his other hand under her ass, holding her against him.

“So with you. Yes. Definitely with you.” She wanted to feel the bed rocking, feel him pounding into her, feel her muscles screaming as she took all of him.

TJ seemed to sense her desperation, because he began moving, pulling out and thrusting back in with long, delicious strokes. He stretched and filled her over and over again, touching her deeper than anyone ever had. But it was the way he was watching her that made her feel so completely overwhelmed, lost and found at the same time. He was so intense in everything he did and, of course, he could never make something all about
him
. Of course he’d be tuned in and determined to make
her
go out of her mind.

“Harder,” she begged.

His jaw tightened and she felt him grip her butt. “Hope—”

“Please, TJ.” She pulled his mouth down to hers and kissed him, opening and taking his tongue, pressing back, showing him that she was all in. “Harder,” she whispered again against his lips. “Please. I want all of you. I want everything you’ve got.”

He rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard, seeming to struggle for a moment. Then he lifted his head, met her eyes, and thrust hard and deep.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes. More.”

Watching her closely, he shifted so he was on his knees, both hands under her ass. He lifted her hips and thrust hard.
Hard.
And deep. So deep.

Hope felt her orgasm bearing down almost immediately. His hands held her in place to take his hard thrusts and the angle had him hitting a spot that made her entire body feel electrified. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, she just
needed
.

And he gave it to her.

“
Hope.
”

He was giving her everything. She could tell he was finally holding nothing back as he pounded into her, and the realization that he was letting go took her hard and fast into an intense climax she felt everywhere.

She lay limp, barely able to even focus her gaze on him. But she couldn’t look away. His pace slowed slightly. He watched her, then looked down to where he was still thrusting in and out of her body. He ran a palm up along her tattoo, over her breasts and up to her mouth. He traced his thumb over her lips.

“Sunshine,” he said softly.

Then she felt him tense and he closed his eyes, tipping his head back as his orgasm claimed him. She felt the hot throbbing of his release and she instinctively tightened around him.

He groaned and tensed again. He held the position, buried deep, one hand on her ass, the other with his thumb against her lips for several long moments.

Hope just enjoyed studying him. This was beauty. This was what sculptors should be sculpting—the combined look of power and satisfaction on the face of this magnificent man.

A feeling of power washed over her as well. She’d made him look like that. She’d made him
feel
that.

Damn right she had.

Her muscles clenched around him again and he groaned, pulled from the quiet moment.

He opened his eyes and locked his gaze on hers as he pulled out of her. He reached for the tissues on the bedside table, took the condom off and tossed it to the floor before propping on his side and pulling her against him again.

This time, she wasn’t on her side. She was on her back and could see everything in his face.

TJ traced his thumb over her lips again, looking down at her with a look of bewilderment she found endearing.

“You okay?” she asked, lifting her hand to his cheek and rubbing over the stubble.

“So okay.”

“Why do you look like you can’t believe we just did that?”

“Because I can’t believe we just did that. You’ve been here for two days.”

“Sometimes magic just happens.”

He didn’t respond to that. He leaned in and kissed her though. A sweet, hot kiss that was very different from the hot, needy, possessive kisses of earlier. This was a kiss of contentment, and Hope drank every bit of it in.

Content was something she didn’t think TJ had felt much. She was so happy to give it to him that it was almost startling.

He put his head on the pillow next to hers and wrapped a big arm around her. He was hot and hard, but she settled into him, more comfortable than she’d been in a long time.

Now they could talk. She could get to know him even better. While they rested up for round two. Or was it round three? Hope grinned to herself as she thought about what she most wanted to know from him.

But strangely, she couldn’t come up with anything. Either her brain had ceased working with that last orgasm, or she was completely satisfied with what she did know. She knew there was more to learn about him, but she didn’t feel a driving pressure to know everything right now like she had since meeting him.

She took a deep breath and let it out, thinking that maybe
she
hadn’t been totally content in a while either. Because that was sure what
this
felt like.

A ringing cell phone startled him awake, and TJ realized they’d both fallen asleep.

Squinting at the clock next to the bed, he saw it was one a.m.

He had to roll away from Hope to reach for the phone in his jeans on the floor, but he knew she was now awake too.

That was perfect. He needed her again.

He also feared that need would never go away. But taking her again right now would certainly help for the moment.

“What?” he asked into the phone a moment later. He was going to kill whichever brother was purposefully calling to interrupt.