Kiss a Frog (The Book Club Series 1) (3 page)

Dear Lily,

I’d love to get together. Maybe we could ride my motorcycle. Check out my profile and see what you think. I’d love to take you off into the sunset.

Charlie

All her alarm bells went off at the mention of his motorcycle. He was a bad boy, and she loved bad boys. They were fun, but she’d always had a rough go of bad boys…but they were fun, and wasn’t she supposed to have fun? Topping off her glass, she wrote Charlie back.

Dear Charlie,

I’d love to ride your motorcycle. Name the time and the place, and I’m there.

Lily

She giggled as she sent it and drank more wine.
This is fun!
The next message came from
kittyluvr45
. A snort escaped her lips at the name.
Is he talking about like real cats or “kitties?”
Her answers were soon revealed as she read his note.

Dear Lily,

I would love for you to check out my profile and come to my basement and meet my five cats. There’s Tucker, Paulie, Puss, Leo, and Lover. I bet I can make you purr too if you gave me a chance. Don’t be freaked out by me living in my mom’s basement, I’m a computer programmer, I just choose to save my money by living at home. I promise I can rock your world.

Message me. Please. – James

She deleted the message, guffaws escaping from her mouth as she did so.
Oh, hell no! I don’t need a guy living in his mom’s basement!
The next message came from
dirtywhiteboy77
.

Dear Lily,

Are you interested in a committed man? I am married, but my wife is a total bitch. I’m looking for someone to help me get off. Are you that girl?

Harry

She drank more wine and deleted his message.
No way, Horny Harry!
Having fun was one thing, but wrecking someone’s marriage was not in the cards. As she finished off the bottle of wine, she got messages back from
sexmonster23.

Lily,

I can make you wet tonight. Wanna hook up? I happen to be staying at the Crowne Royale tonight…my bed is lonely. I’m clean, and horny.

Harlow

She gulped.
Oh wow.
A smile curved her lips and she wrote back quickly while she was feeling ballsy enough from the wine.

I’m clean. I can meet you there in half an hour. Meet me downstairs.

Lily

She didn’t expect him to write back at all, more than likely she would be calling his bluff and he’d never respond. But when her computer beeped, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

See you soon, beautiful.

Sex Box

Lily knew she was too drunk to even consider driving, so after she undressed and pulled on a sexy black lace bra and matching panties, she called a cab. Then she shimmied into a pair of stretchy skinny jeans and an emerald green sweater. Letting down her hair, she brushed it quickly and freshened up before rushing out the door.

Really, I’m too drunk to be going to meet some guy at a hotel. But hell, who cares. Maybe I should text the bitches and let them know I’m meeting someone. You know, stranger danger and all that stuff.

Pulling her phone from her purse while she waited for a cab, she shot a quick text to both of them in a group message.

Going to meet a guy. Gonna get laid.

A few minutes later her phone buzzed in her hand, and she nearly dropped it.

At ten at night? Be careful!

It was from the over careful Abby. With an eye roll, she texted back.

Duh. That’s why I’m texting you. If you don’t hear from me, his name is Harlow and he’s at the Crowne Royale hotel. Send the cops there.

The cab rolled up to the front of the apartment complex, and she hurried down the steps to the cab. “I need to go to the Crowne Royale hotel, please.” She slid in the seat and closed the door. The cabbie pulled out and meandered through the city to the ritzy Crowne Royale. Her pulse picked up speed with each rotation of the tires.
I’m crazy…I shouldn’t be doing this.

Instead of telling the cab driver to take her back home, she stayed the course. As they pulled up to the hotel, she pulled a twenty dollar bill from her pocket and paid the driver. “Thanks. Keep the change.”

She exited the car and shifted on her feet for a moment before ambling inside the hotel. The lobby was empty, and relief filled her.
He’s not here. Okay, good, I can go home.
Turning to run, her hand touched the door, and she was just about to open it when a man’s voice touched her ears.

“Lily?”

Shit fire and save the matches.

She turned and pasted a smile on her face. As she took in the man in front of her, it faltered slightly. Neither of them had been too honest about themselves, and instead of a rock hard body, sexmonster23 sported a bit of a paunch. His pictures must’ve been at least ten years old too.

“Hi,” she choked out self-consciously.

“I see your pictures were a little old too. I hope you’re not disappointed…” His voice trailed off, and she shook her head adamantly.
Sexmonster23
might still actually be rocking an anaconda in his trousers. If so, she could ignore the rest.

“I’m not. Are you?” She tugged at the hem of her shirt and blushed.

“God, no. Your tits are amazing.” His gaze was lecherous and in her half-drunk haze, Lily liked it.

“Let’s have a drink.” She nodded in the direction of the bar, and Harlow took the lead, his pace fast, as if he wanted to skip the pleasantries and go straight for sex.

Her mouth gaped as they entered the opulent hotel bar. Harlow clambered up on a stool, and Lily slid on one beside him.

“What do you want to drink?” he asked.

“Cosmopolitan,” Lily responded.

Harlow waved down the bartender. “A whiskey and a cosmopolitan, please.”

They were quiet as they waited for their drinks. Finally, Lily broke the silence. “Do you live here in town?”

“No, I’m here on business. I live in New York.” Harlow took his whiskey from the bartender and sipped it.

Lily smiled at the bartender and accepted her drink. “Thanks. So, why did you pick me?”

“I liked your smile and your boobs,” he admitted honestly, a boyish grin touching his lips. “So why did you pick me?”

Harlow wasn’t bad looking, by any means. His pictures must’ve been from his twenties, because he was easily nearing thirty-five. A touch of silver brushed his temples. “Is it bad if I said it was because of your ahem…asset? It’s been a while for me.”

“I see,” he murmured. “Well, why don’t we take this party upstairs?”

“You’re not going to kill me, are you?” Lily choked out around a mouthful of her drink.

“No. Just make the bed wet,” he murmured.

She flushed hot and chugged down the rest of her cosmopolitan. “Well, then let’s go.”

Harlow paid for their drinks and they left the bar. His hand caught hers as they walked, and Lily tried hard to keep herself calm while they entered the elevator. It was empty and naughty thoughts coursed through her mind. It had been a solid six months since she’d had sex, and having some meaningless fun was just what she wanted.

The elevator doors opened, and they walked down the hall, still hand in hand to his hotel room door. At room five forty-one, he paused. “You sure?”

Lily took a slow breath and grinned as his eyes zeroed in on her breasts. “Yeah, sure.”

People hook up all the time. It’s just a little fun.

He unlocked the door and opened it. His room was one of the nicer suites, ivory and gold décor with a huge bed in the middle of the room. Lily took in everything as he closed the door behind them. A gasp escaped her lips as she was pushed suddenly against the wall and his mouth touched hers. Harlow’s hands touched her here and there and everywhere, and she was breathless.
Sex monster is right!
A throb had settled firmly between her legs, and she needed sex, now.

His large hands cupped her breasts, and he clamped her hardening nipples between his fingers, skillful in his touches even through her sweater. Her sex wept and dampened her lacy panties. Panting out around her desire, she murmured, “I think we’re wearing too many clothes.”

Harlow stepped back then, pulling off his pale blue sweater, and she tried not to be disappointed at his body.
We both lied about what we looked like. As long as his package is accurate, I can deal.
His hand lingered at the button of his fly, and she nodded him on with a smile.
I’m not even getting naked until I see what he’s working with.

“You first.” He suggested, pointing at her chest. “I want your shirt off.”

“No, you first. You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.” Lily insisted, needing to see if his velvet wrapped steel really measured up to the picture she’d seen online.

As he unbuttoned his pants and slowly slid down the zipper, she waited with bated breath to see if she was going to ride him into the glory land or not. His hardened steel mast popped free from the zippered confines of his jeans, and she gasped at the specimen still encased in his black boxer briefs. Her mouth went dry.
Mother of God.

“Now,” he growled softly, his voice rough and low, “your turn.”

Her hands shook as she peeled off her top. He stepped closer and his hands cupped her breasts again, and she bit her lip against the sensations coursing through her. His mouth soon followed his hands and as his lips enclosed her nipple, she had to fight to stay standing. “Oh my.”

His hand came behind her back and unhooked her bra and her breasts rolled free of their confinement. He palmed them, seemingly delighted. She reached down and gripped his rod in her hand. Her eyes widened as she skirted the length of him, and she bit down on her lip as she realized she could barely grip him with one hand.
He is packing heat! Houston, we have lift off!

“Not yet,” he murmured as he kissed up and down her neck, coaxing goose bumps up on her skin.

Lily squirmed with irritation as he continued to tease her. “Look at me!” she hissed. “I want sex. Now.”

“Then let’s have sex. Take your pants off.” Harlow stepped back and bent to strip off his clothes. His cock sprang forth, snagging on the edge of his boxers as he jerked them down. Lily couldn’t close her mouth as she stared.

“Oh my.” She finally breathed, her hands shaking as she jerked off her jeans.

He gripped her hips and pulled her to the bed. “Don’t take them all the way off.”

Lily found herself bent over the bed, and she could barely breathe with anticipation as she heard him opening a condom. Her hand slipped down her belly, and she toyed with her clit, nearly coming apart just with that alone.

“Are you ready?” he groaned out, and she glanced back.

“I’m ready.”

“I’m going to make you come,” he promised, and Lily hissed as he pressed his hard, thick length between her slickened folds and deep inside her.

She could barely focus as he rocked into her body and withdrew. Her fingers spun circles around her throbbing clit, and she felt her orgasm just on the edge of the horizon when he moaned out, “Come for daddy! I want to feel your womb quiver!”

It was as if a bucket of ice water splashed over her head at that moment. Any haze of alcohol, pleasure, excitement she felt was lost at his words. Laughter effervesced up her throat and she giggled. “What?” she choked out.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asked, disbelief clouding his voice.

“Get off me!” Lily spluttered, her laughs growing louder. “I made a mistake. I’m sorry, my womb won’t be quivering for you tonight. Thanks for the drink, but I can’t do this.”

“You’re not even going to let me finish?” Harlow asked sadly, stepping back.

“I would have. Hell, I would have probably let you have your way with me all night, until you said that shit. I’m not coming for daddy. Oh my God, where was my mind? I can’t even believe I came here for sex. I’m not in college anymore.” Lily stood from her awkward position and jerked up her pants.

“I’m sorry, we could start again!” Harlow insisted, and as she stared at the paunchy, middle aged man with the quickly softening penis, she giggled again.

“No, no, we can’t,” she retorted, pulling her sweater on over her head and stuffing her bra in her purse. “Um, thanks for the…entertainment, Sexmonster23.”

She gathered her things and stumbled out of his room before she said anything more.

Riding the elevator down to the lobby, she called the same number as before for a taxi and sat down in a chair by the door to wait. She decided to keep her friends abreast of the situation.

It was fine…until he used sex talk. Getting a cab now.

Her phone buzzed incessantly, and she grimaced as she realized Abby was calling. “What?” she answered grumpily, her excitement long gone and replaced with an empty feeling. One Harlow could’ve filled with his massive schlong, if only he’d kept his mouth shut.

“What do you mean until he used sex talk?” Abby chortled, unable to contain her glee.

“Shut up, first of all,” Lily snapped. “He had rocking pictures online and a monster peen. The peen was legit, but then he started saying come for daddy, and I had to quit that mess. I couldn’t stop laughing!”

Abby groaned. “That’s horrible.”

“Tell me about it. I’m the one sitting here feeling all unfulfilled and stuff.”

“Why in the hell did you do a hookup anyway? Are you nuts?” Abby hissed.

“Look, it wasn’t my first hookup, and it won’t be my last. It was, however, the funniest.” Lily giggled, pausing as her taxi pulled up. “Talk to you tomorrow.”