Paper Kisses (17 page)

“Hang out with
CeeCee
.
 
I think Kevin’s working today.”

“Have dinner with me tonight?
 
I have one more night to convince you not to
go.”

“Okay.”
 
She was looking forward to his convincing.

****

“You need to put your hand there,”
CeeCee told her sternly.

“I can’t put my hand there.
 
It’s inhumanly impossible to put my hand
there,” Alannah argued back, a bit exasperated.

“You were able to put your hand
there back in high school.”

“I was a little more limber in high
school.”

“Touch it!”

“I can’t!” Alannah cried and
promptly collapsed.
 
CeeCee fell on top
of her and the game ended.

“You were so much better at Twister
twelve years ago,” CeeCee huffed.

“I was skinny back then,” Alannah
muttered.
 
“Get off me.”

She pushed at
CeeCee’s
dead weight and then rolled from under her.
 
They both lay on their backs, panting slightly.

“I feel like I’ve just gone through
an intense hour of Jazzercise.”

“I know,”
CeeCee
said.
 
“I think my back cracked about ten
times doing those positions.
 
Twister was
a lot more fun when we were teenagers.”

“It was a lot easier, that’s for
damn sure,” Alannah replied.
 
“Now I see
the sexual foreplay this game hints at.”

CeeCee
started laughing and after a moment, Alannah joined in.
 
Pooch came rushing in trying to lick their
faces.
 
Soon they were rolling on the
floor laughing so hard tears were coming out of their eyes.
 
This was the scene Kevin found them in when
he walked in not five minutes later.

“Are you two high?” he asked, setting
off another round of giggles.
 
“Because you could’ve waited for me.”

“Not high,”
CeeCee
said between bouts of laughing.
 
“Our
girl is dating the sheriff.
 
It wouldn’t
be cool to send her back to him after engaging in illegal activity.”

“
Pfft
,”
Kevin snorted, waving away what she said.
 
“Let me tell you some stories about that dude…”

“And let’s not,” Sky said,
interrupting him.
 
He held two six packs
of beer in his arms.
 
He still wore his
horrible brown uniform and seeing him in uniform made her pussy go slick with
excitement.
 

“You off work?” she asked him,
pushing herself into a sitting position.

“Just about,” he told her, smiling
softly at her.
 
He thrust the beer at
Kevin and squatted next to her to kiss her on the mouth.
 
“I’m going to go home and take a shower.
 
You want to go with me or do you want me to
pick you up here?”

“If I go back to your place then we
won’t make our dinner reservation, will we?”

“Probably not.”

“How about I meet you there?”

“Okay.
 
Seven o’clock, the steak house out on Highway
Sixty.”

“Okay.”

He kissed her again, adding some
tongue, and she just about combusted.
 
For a moment, everything around her faded except the talented tongue
invading her mouth, wreaking exquisite pleasure on her senses.

And then a throat cleared and Sky
lifted his head.
 
He brushed her nose
with his, winked and then sauntered out the door.
 
What the heck just happened?
 
Had he just magically appeared out of thin
air or had he really been there?

“How can you possibly think about
leaving now?” CeeCee asked her.

“Was he just here or was that a figment
of my imagination?”

“He was here,” Kevin assured her,
twisting off the lid on a beer bottle.
 
“That was slightly uncomfortable to watch.
 
I saw his tongue.”

“So?” CeeCee asked, perplexed.

“It
kinda
turned me on,” Kevin said with a grimace.

CeeCee
stared at him for a long moment.
 
“Oh,
that raises a lot of possibilities.”

He waggled his eyebrows at her.

****

Alannah didn’t know why she was
nervous about a date with Sky.
 
She’d
done the most amazingly wicked things with the man in bed and here she was,
fully clothed, feeling a little shy.

She took a deep breath, smoothed
down her one and only little black dress, and lifted her chin.
 
Growing up, the steak house had been the one
fancy place to take dates and the place was usually booked for homecoming and
prom.
 
She hadn’t gone to either because
she never had a date so this would be her first time actually eating in the
restaurant.
 

Huh.
 
Didn’t look as fancy as she thought it
would.
 
The tables were plain old
rectangles with red and white, checkered vinyl tablecloths that would’ve been
more suited for an Italian atmosphere.
 
The chairs were plain old metal with leather seats.
 
The carpet looked to be maroon, but was old
and worn so it was hard to tell if that was the real color or dirt accrued over
thirty years.

“Hello,” greeted the very young
hostess.
 
When she smiled she had
braces.
  
“Just one?”

“I’m meeting Sheriff Randall,” she
told the girl.

“Oh yes,” she said.
 
“Follow me.”

The girl led her toward the back,
into the dimly lit intimate portion of the dinning room.
 
When Sky saw her, he stood
up,
and oh la la…
 
He was dressed in trousers
and a button down shirt with the first two buttons undone.
 
He looked big and buff and just a wee bit
wicked.
 
Just imagining what he would,
could, and should do to her later had her pussy weeping with need.
 
Sky held out her chair and helped her to
sit.
 
And man, did he smell good.
 
His blue eyes landed on her like a heat
seeking missile and didn’t even glance at the hostess as she took her
leave.
 

“I hope you don’t mind that I ordered
us some wine,” he told her in a panty melting tone.

“Nope,” she replied, feeling a bit
breathless and a little wicked herself.
 
“Although what I’m thirsty for they don’t have on the menu.”

His eyes widened a fraction before
narrowing.
 
He leaned forward and she
followed his lead, the sexual tension between them almost causing her to melt.

“And what would that be?” he asked
mildly.

“Some of your cum juice.”

“That is the naughtiest thing I’ve
ever heard you say.”

“I’ve always been naughty,” she
murmured.
 
“But I’ve always felt too
awkward to express it.”

“I see.
 
So I brought that out, your mischievous side?”

She nodded and proceeded to wet her
lips with her tongue.
 
His gaze focused
on her mouth and when he shifted in his chair she knew he had to be sporting an
impressive erection.

He cocked his head.
 
“What else did I bring out in you?”

She settled back in her
uncomfortable chair as she regarded him.
 
“Well, I never thought I’d be the type of woman who’d like to be tied
up.
 
And yet I can’t imagine having plain
old boring sex anymore with a boring old cock.”

The sound of a person clearing
their throat behind her had her eyes going wide as mortification flushed
through her body.
 
Her cheeks heated up
and with a sense of dread she turned and looked up at the owner of the
restaurant, a man who’d been a year ahead of her and Sky in high school, but
whom they knew very well.

“Hello, Sky,” Aaron Phillips said
in an amused voice.
 
“Oh.
 
Alannah?
 
I haven’t seen you in…what?
 
Ten years?
 
How’ve you been?”

“I’m great, Aaron,” she murmured,
wanting to sink into the faded maroon floor.
 
“Twelve years, actually.
 
Nice to see you again.”

“Right,” Aaron said, still grinning
at her with a knowing little spark in his eyes. “Well, you look even more
beautiful.”

Oh,
God!
 
Hurry up floor, and swallow me…

But the deity on high didn’t seem
to be listening because she had to sit there while Aaron carried on a
conversation with Sky, who seemed to be in no hurry to say good-bye thus
alleviating her embarrassment.
 
Finally,
after what felt like hours and hours, but was probably more like a couple of
minutes, Aaron finally wished them well and happy eating and he was off
greeting the next guests.

“Your face is an interesting shade
of red,” Sky commented.

“Shut it,” she told him, snapping
out her napkin.
 
“And just for that, you
can pay for dinner.”

“I was going to pay for dinner
anyway.”

“In that case, I’d like the filet
mignon.”

Chapter Eleven

She followed him back to his house
and as she pulled in behind him in the driveway, she realized this was it.
 
The last night.
 
It hit her hard and sharp in her chest and
she absently rubbed a hand over her heart, hoping to ease the restrictive
feeling.
 

Her bags were packed, ready to go
back to St. Louis in the morning.
 
All
that was left was to say good-bye.
 
But
for now she’d push it to the back of her mind and let herself be carried away
by whatever Sky had planned for her tonight.
 
When she walked into the house, everything was dark except for the
lighted stairs.
 

“Sky?”

“Upstairs,” he called out.
 
Slowly, clutching her overnight bag, she
headed upstairs and when she pushed open the bedroom door a gasp escaped her
lips.
 
Twenty big candles were set around
the room and Sky was lighting the last one.
 
A bottle of champagne was set to the side in a canister of ice with two
empty glasses on the nightstand.
 

“What’s all this?” she asked, a bit
overwhelmed at the romanticism.

“I’m trying to seduce you,” he
said.
 
He walked over and popped the cork
on the champagne, letting it breathe a moment before filling both glasses
halfway.
 
He handed one to her and held
his glass up.
 
“To us.”

The words brought tears to her eyes
and she had a serious time not crying.
 
She took a sip, loved the bubbly flavor, and took another deeper sip,
closing her eyes to get her emotions under control.

“You don’t need seduction,” she
told him.
 
“I’m a sure thing.”

“Everyone needs to be seduced once
in a while,” he replied.

When she’d emptied the glass, he
took it from her and then cupped her face.
 
He stared deeply into her eyes, like he was searching for answers,
although she didn’t know the questions.
 

"Alannah, I need you to trust
me. Let me take care of you this one time, just this once.”

“I trust you, Sky,” she
murmured.
 
Hell, she’d let him do things
to her that went beyond the normal scope of things.

“You know I'll be your friend
forever, right?"

“Yes.”
 
Of course she did.
 
She and Sky had a connection that could never
be broken.
 
These four days had proven
that.

He stepped closer to her, so close
she could feel his heat and his hard cock, which brushed against her
belly.
 
It jerked between them, like it
had a life all its own, and she felt an answering pull deep in her body.
 
Sky leaned down until their lips barely
touched and his warm breath fanned across her face.
 
Alannah tilted her head up, wanting him so
much she was beginning to shake, giving him permission to close the barely
there gap between their lips.
 
One hand
slid around her neck to cup the back of her head and he pulled her up into the
kiss, his lips claiming hers.
 
From the
word go, the kiss was nothing but carnal.
 
There was nothing light or airy about it.
 
Sky thrust his tongue into her mouth and she
sucked it in greedily.
 
The in and out
grinding motion reminded her so much of sex that her pussy instantly flooded
with wetness as an answering need climbed quickly through her body.
 
Sky’s body was hard, hot, and at this moment,
it was all hers.
 
She wanted his cock
deep in her pussy tonight.
 
Sky had shown
her a world she hadn’t known existed, had introduced her to her own sexuality,
but right now it was all about fucking.
 
She wanted to give him a night they both wouldn’t forget.

“Undress for me,” he commanded,
using his special voice that always reduced her to a puddle of goo.
 
There was no way she wasn’t going to obey
that voice.
 
She backed away from him and
reached behind her for the zipper, pulling it down.
 
She shrugged off a strap from one shoulder,
and then the other, and in seconds the dress was in a pile around her
feet.
 
He watched her with blazing blue
eyes, his jaw clenching with restraint.
 
Oh, how she’d love to test that restraint.