Misconduct (16 page)

He leaned in toward my ear and whispered, “You poor thing.” He sounded sinister. “You actually think there are things I can’t have?”

I smiled, tightening my arms around his neck, and brushed my lips across his jaw to hover over his lips. “Make it worth the risk,” I challenged. “Show me how you take what you want.”

He breathed out a quiet laugh against my cheek and palmed my tit, squeezing it possessively.

“I’m burning,” I gasped.

He flashed me a smug smirk, and my pussy clenched as I moaned, feeling his hand work between our bodies, unfastening his belt. “I’ll make it better,” he promised.

The warm flesh of his cock crowned my entrance, and he slid it up and down my slit to spread my wetness.

“Wait,” I panted, trying to pull off his jacket. I wanted to see his body.

But he slammed his hips into mine, and I cried out, that sweet pain of the first thrust spreading through my belly as he slid into me.

“Oh, God,” I groaned. “I fucking hate you.”

Why couldn’t he wait? I wanted to feel his skin.

“As long as you fucking fuck me, I don’t care.”

He reached down between my legs and hooked an arm under my left thigh, holding me in place, and I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back, as he thrust his cock inside of me again and again, going faster and faster until all I could do was grab his jacket in my fists and hold on for the ride.

He gripped my ass in one hand, while his other wrapped around my thigh, and yanked me to him, demanding that I feel every inch.

The cool, wet air filled with the smell of earth surrounded us, and I heard laughter coming from off in the distance.

People were coming down the sidewalk, and here I was, skirt around my waist, getting fucked by a man I wasn’t even sure I liked.

But – I whimpered, rolling my hips and fucking him back – I damn well liked what he did to me.

“Tyler,” I cried out, my back stinging from the friction of the wall as he thrust into me.

I looked at him, seeing his eyes on mine, and we both watched each other, our lips barely an inch apart as he lowered his forehead to mine.

My pussy clenched around his cock, loving every inch he put into me and feeling that high every time he rubbed my G-spot.

He bit my bottom lip. “Is that it?” He slid in and out of me, raw and rough. “Do you like how I take what I want?”

The amused tone was so fucking smug, I wanted to teach him a lesson.

“No,” I answered. “You’re being careful with me.”

“Am I?” he repeated, feigning concern.

And before I knew it, he’d dropped me to my feet and spun me around. He lifted my skirt again, and I bent just a little, planting my hands on the wall as he gripped the curve of my hips and impaled me with his cock.

“Ah.” My breathing shook and my legs tingled. “Tyler, God.”

I reached back and snaked an arm around his neck as he pushed me gently against the wall, still driving into me. The rough, cool bricks bit into my chest, and he seemed to realize it, because he placed a hand against the wall for my face to rest on.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my orgasm cresting deep inside. “You feel so good,” I said in barely a whisper.

He took my face and turned me toward him, dipping his tongue into my mouth and kissing me long and slow.

I felt my insides tighten and clench, and while his body didn’t slow down, it was his lips that captivated me the most.

Soft, sweet, and gentle with me.

“Easton,” he breathed against my mouth.

I opened my eyes to see him looking at me.

His gaze turned thoughtful. “I’ve been with enough women to know when it’s right and when it’s wrong” – he bit my bottom lip and released it – “and when I have you in my hands, it feels more right than anything.”

I moaned, holding his eyes as I pushed against the wall and backed up into his thrusts.

“I still haven’t felt your skin on mine,” he said, his voice turning harder as he lowered his hands, kneading and squeezing my hips roughly. “And I still haven’t tasted you.”

I dropped my head, struggling to catch my breath. “Please,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure what for. “Tyler, please.”

I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing and I didn’t want him to stop what he was saying, but I knew he should.

“I’m going to strip you down and get you in a bed,” he breathed into my ear, “so I can see this beautiful body fuck me from on top,”

I dug my nails into the brick, scratching the hard surface. “Yes,” I groaned. “So good.”

He leaned in until there was absolutely no space between us. “I hope you’re on the pill.” His thrusts grew harder and faster, and I backed up into it, my moans, his grunts, and our skin meeting over and over again the only sounds in our little space. “I’m taking you home with me, and we’re doing this all over again.”

I spoke into his ear, smiling. “But I have schoolwork,” I played. “You and I have a parent-teacher conference soon, and you’re not the only parent I have to take care of.”

His eyes flared before falling closed. He was close.

“Your schoolwork and the other parents can wait,” he ordered, grabbing my hair, his breath falling on the side of my face. “You’re still taking care of me.”

My pussy tightened around his cock, and I opened my mouth, gasping and moaning.

“Tyler,” I cried out.

He breathed hard, squeezing my tit as he moaned. “Oh, fuck.”

And I hunched over, crying out as my insides exploded and his dick rammed my sweet spot, bringing me home.

“Oh, God,” I groaned.

Warmth spread through my belly, and my legs shook from the tingles spreading down my muscles.

My whole body continued to jerk, and my head bobbed back and forth as he kept pounding me from behind.

“Ah,” he growled, and I winced from how hard he gripped my hips.

He yanked me back again, my neck jerking twice as he slammed his cock deep inside me and came. The warmth of his come filled me up, and his ragged breathing fell across my shoulder blade as he bowed his head, trying to catch his breath.

He stayed inside me, and I made no move to separate us.

Holy shit.
 

The slow realization hit me of where we were and that anyone could have seen us. My body – hot only moments ago – began to cool from my wet clothes, and the soreness between my legs started to feel heavier by the second. My back probably had scratches on it, my ass and hips probably had bruises from his hands, and my panties were a torn scrap on the dirty ground.

But I didn’t care.

I tilted my head, finding his sweet lips and getting lost in his soft kiss.

No, I didn’t care.

Shit.
 

T
he constant rain pummeled the windows, and I blinked awake, the only light in the room coming from the blue glare of the digits on the alarm clock.

Sitting up slowly, I combed my fingers through my hair and wiped away the sweat on my forehead.

Shit, it’s hot in here.
The humidity from the rain always made everything so miserable.

Glancing to my side, I noticed the small form underneath the sheet, and I slowly leaned down on one elbow, my heart racing with pleasure at the sight of Easton Bradbury curled up on her side, her hand – palm up – resting next to her face.

Her eyelids, with their thick, brown lashes, rested calmly, with none of her usual little scowls tightening her pretty face. She looked peaceful.

I inhaled a heavy breath, suddenly feeling like the air was too thick.

What the hell was she doing to me?

I hadn’t felt like this in a long time.

Not since the first time I realized I wanted my son and I was losing him.

Christian had barely been a toddler the first time I’d seen him. And for the first time in my life, I finally started to realize there were things I might not be able to have.

And I’d been scared. Exactly like I was now.

Christian smiles so wide his eyes close as he kicks the beach ball with his little legs. His mouth makes an O when he sees how far the ball travels, and he takes off, running after it.
 

I look between Brynne and him, playing in the park and unaware that I’m there. My heart aches.
 

My son.
 

I can barely breathe.
 

I was driving down St. Charles when I’d spotted her car. I’d glanced around for only a few seconds before I saw her.
 

And him.
 

I don’t know why I did it, but I’d pulled over. We hadn’t spoken lately, and I hadn’t seen my son since he was born. I thought about him, but it still didn’t feel like he was real.
 

Not until now.
 

I swallow, seeing her pick him up and hold him over her head. He’s only about a year and a half, and I smile, noticing how happy and playful he is.
 

He looks just like me.
 

Life was scarier – and harder – when you had things you were afraid to lose.

Reaching out, I ran my thumb down her golden cheek, the skin as smooth as water.

She pursed her rose lips, her soft breathing sweeter than music, and I let out a breath, running my possessive hand down her side and over her ass.

What the hell was I doing? Why was she so damn addictive?

She reminded me so much of myself – the pride, the independence, the stubbornness…

But I rarely ever spent the night with a woman, much less brought them to my house, so why the hell had I done so with her?

I struggled with too many expectations from other people on me, as well as my own, to bring a woman into the mix.

This was a mistake.

She’d start getting demanding, I’d start disappointing her, and she’d eventually realize that she would never come first.

At least that’s the way it had always been.

Pushing away my warring thoughts, I slowly pulled down the sheet, exposing her perfect breasts, full with hard nipples that begged for my mouth.

My cock began to rush with heat and harden, and my chest swelled with the need to be something for her that I had never been for any other woman. I wanted to give her everything. I wanted to never disappoint her.

Reaching down, I took myself in my hand and stroked as I leaned over and flicked her nipple with my tongue and then caught it between my teeth, dragging out the sensation.

She moaned, and the sheet over my cock tented. I loved that little sound of hers.

“Do that again,” I begged, opening my mouth and sucking in as much of her tit as I could handle.

Her hand went to my hair, and I could feel the vibrations of her groan against my mouth as I kissed her body.

Fuck.
 

I let out a breath, feeling my groin tighten even further. “You got me hard again.”

And I grabbed her hand, laying it on my steel cock.

She mewed like a satisfied kitten, and I looked up to see her eyes still closed but a little smile peeking out.

I didn’t wait. I never fucking waited with her.

I rose and climbed on top of her, nestling between the warm legs she so graciously opened for me.

I grinded up and down her slick heat, feeling her wetness on my cock already.

“Jesus, you’re wet,” I whispered against her mouth as I laid my chest flush with hers with my forearms resting on either side of her head. “Is that what I do to you? Huh?” I teased.

But rather than her usual smart-ass comebacks, she blinked awake and gazed at me, looking so fucking innocent and dreamy.

“Yeah.” She nodded.

My fists balled above her head, and I covered her mouth with mine as I thrust my hips, sliding into her tight body.

What the hell was I doing?

 

 

The hot spray cascaded over my head and down my neck and shoulders, sending chills over my skin as my body finally relaxed. I’d woken up again during the night with another erection and realized it was because her mouth was wrapped around my cock under the sheets.

I leaned a hand against the black tiled shower wall and bowed my head, letting out a breath.

Biologically, neither one of us was at our sexual peak, but you wouldn’t know it. I was practically in high school all over again, with an insatiable young woman I couldn’t get enough of, and all she had to do was look at me or breathe and I was as hard as a steel pole.

I hadn’t felt an urge to go more than twice a night in years, and here I was, four times in the last eight hours, with muscles I’d forgotten existed aching.

I couldn’t be more satisfied. Or less.

Plus, I had a shitload of work to do – I shouldn’t have overslept – but if I took her home, I knew I’d only be running back to her in a matter of hours.

I turned off the water and grabbed the towel hanging off the hook. After drying off my face and hair, I wrapped it around my waist and stepped out of the shower.

But as soon as I walked back into my bedroom, I stopped and hardened my glare.

“What are you doing?”

Easton was fully dressed in her wrinkled skirt and blouse from last night and sitting on the edge of the bed, bending over as she slipped her feet back into her flats.

She glanced over at me briefly before turning away again.

“I need to go home.”

I ground my teeth together to prevent myself from shouting at her, instead walking over to yank a pair of dark-washed jeans out of my closet.

“You got a dog?” I asked, ripping off the towel and tossing it.

“No.”

I peered over at her as I slipped my legs into the pants. “A cat? A kid? You left the stove on?” I went on.

She pursed her lips, knowing I was mocking her. Turning away, she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to tame it.

“Take your clothes off, Easton. They’re dirty,” I ordered, buttoning my jeans. “I have a T-shirt you can wear.”

Her posture straightened, and I could see she was taking a deep breath. I combed my fingers through my wet hair as I walked over to her.

“I’m a gentleman only when I need to be,” I warned. “It’s a monsoon out there. You’re not walking out of here.”

She spun around, her worried eyes pulling at my heart.

“I shouldn’t have come back here.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Christian could come home unexpectedly, or…”

“Christian won’t be home,” I cut in. “Trust me. This is the last place he wants to be.”

She shifted on her feet, refusing to meet my eyes.

I tipped her chin up, making her look at me. “I want you to spend time with me,” I told her. “I’m not saying I want a relationship. God knows, I suck at that. But I’d like us to relax for a day, okay?”

She looked away, letting out a sigh. “I hate not knowing what to expect.” She gave a sad little laugh. “I hate not seeing what’s coming at me, and I get nervous when things go off course. I —”

“You’re on the pill, right?” I shot out, but I managed to keep my voice light.

She blinked, straightening her back at my sudden change of subject.

“Excuse me?” she blurted out, looking confused.

I almost laughed. “I haven’t been pulling out, and you never answered me last night.”

“Well, you didn’t really ask,” she reminded me. “And you didn’t seem too concerned about it, either.”

“In the moment, no,” I agreed, walking over to my chest of drawers and getting her a white V-neck. “And after feeling you without one, I doubt I’ll want to start now.” I walked back over to her and handed her the shirt.

“You are on the pill?” I asked again. “Right?”

Her eyebrow quirked, and the mischievous grin she offered delighted me.

“Easton.” I gave her the warning tone I usually reserved for my son and my employees.

Her smile spread wide, actually revealing teeth. “Of course,” she soothed. “I would’ve stopped you if I wasn’t.”

I shook my head, taking her shirt and lifting it up over her head. Whether or not getting involved with my son’s teacher was a huge mistake, getting her pregnant would definitely be a disaster.

“You see?” I told her. “Problems can always be bigger.”

I undid her zipper and let her skirt fall to the ground. She was completely nude underneath, and I felt my heart pick up its pace when I remembered her lacy underwear were probably still lying somewhere in the French Quarter.

I slipped the T-shirt over her head and then reached down and grabbed her ass, bringing her closer.

“You distracted me on purpose,” she accused, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Yes, yes, I had.
Her head had been starting to work again, just like last night, and I didn’t want her worrying about half a million things that wouldn’t happen today.

Or to start counting things, for crying out loud.

“Yes.” I trailed my lips across her cheek and down to her neck. “Because you can’t go home,” I whispered as her arms circled my neck and held me close.

“Why?”

I squeezed her ass, pressing her to my hardening cock. “Because your pussy is like gold, and in a matter of hours, I’ll want more of it.”

“Ugh,” she growled, pushing me away but smiling. “I see men in their thirties are no tamer than men in their twenties.”

I pinched her chin between my thumb and index finger. “Lucky you,” I replied.

She shook her head at me, probably deciding to pack away her escape plan for now. She was stuck.

“I’m going to go make some phone calls,” I told her, backing away. “Feel free to use the shower, and there’s food in the kitchen if you’re hungry.”