Roping the Wind (7 page)
‘Is this honest enough for you? I want to fuck you hard and fast and then slow and steady. I want to tie you up and make you beg; I want to fill every part of you with my come and then do it again and again until we’re both too tired to move.’
Helen barely registered his possessive words as she struggled to come down from the best orgasm of her life. The roughness in his voice made her squirm against his fingers, wanting more, needing more. He let out his breath.
‘Dammit, our dinner will be getting cold.’
He stepped away from her. With all the composure she could muster, she checked that her blouse was buttoned, tucked it into her pants and did them up. He watched her, a slight smile on his face, and one thumb tracing the bulge of his cock in his jeans.
‘We haven’t finished yet. You know that, right?’
‘Of course, fair’s fair.’
‘Oh, don’t worry about me. I was talking about you.’
She knew she was blushing as she pointed at the door. Would he let her get away with changing the subject? ‘How did you manage to get in here without causing a riot?’
He smiled as he eased the lock open and went to wash his hands. ‘I asked the maître d’ if I could check up on you because you were pregnant and might be throwing up. I also suggested he keep anyone else out.’
She just gaped at him. Such a devious dirty mind behind that handsome exterior. He tipped his hat and opened the outer door. ‘Now we’ve got the appetizer out of the way, let’s go eat dinner.’
Chapter Six
Jay studied Helen as he ate his way steadily through his steak. She wasn’t eating much, her color was high and she was definitely aware of him. He liked that. He liked the way her body responded when he leant closer to her, the welcoming scent of her sex and her heat.
His cock ached so much that his back teeth hurt. If he wanted to remain sane and in control for the rest of the evening, he needed to take himself in hand. He placed his napkin on the table and got to his feet. Helen looked up at him, her expression guarded.
‘I’ll be back in a minute. Order me some coffee, will you?’
He managed to stroll to the restroom without whimpering from the tightness of his jeans and locked himself in a stall. He leant up against the wall and carefully eased down his zipper. The hem of his blue denim shirt was soaked in pre-come. His breath exploded through his teeth as he wrapped a hand around his engorged shaft.
The restroom door creaked open and two guys in the middle of a loud conversation about the Super Bowl entered. Jay closed his eyes and concentrated on his cock, glad that the noise they were making would cover any sound he might inadvertently make. He pictured Helen’s pussy, imagined easing inside her, her tight channel clenching around him as she came.
He pumped harder, deliberately rough with himself, wanting the same explosion of feelings he’d created in Helen. As he felt his balls tighten and his come travel up his shaft, he grabbed a handful of paper and caught the stream of liquid as it gushed from him. He gulped in a couple of deep breaths and carefully zipped himself up.
He waited until the guys left before flushing the toilet and leaving the cubicle. Just the thought of Helen sitting there waiting for him made him semi-hard again. He hadn’t felt this horny since he was a teenager. Delving beneath that ice-cold exterior to find the sexy woman who existed there was more interesting than anything he had ever attempted before.
He studied his expression in the mirror. Eager didn’t even begin to cover it. Helen offered him the opportunity to regain control in one part of his life at least and that thought was intoxicating. Everything suddenly seemed brighter. He couldn’t wait to get back out there and start the slow build-up of sexual tension once again.
Despite Helen’s protests, Jay scribbled his name on the bill and handed it back to their server with a grin. Grayson probably hadn’t intended his generous allowance to be used to wine and dine women, but, hell, he didn’t need to know about it.
Helen looked up as he pulled back her chair for her. ‘What are you smiling for?’
‘I’m thinking about my big brother. He’s the real powerhouse in the family.’ He put a casual arm around her shoulders, felt her instant response. ‘I’m the black sheep, if you haven’t already guessed.’
‘Now there’s a surprise.’
He drew her closer and guided her into the elevator. ‘I suppose you were always the golden girl in your family.’
She shrugged and avoided his gaze. ‘Not really.’
‘I find that hard to believe.’
Her expression was wry and full of some emotion Jay didn’t want to identify. He opened the door of the hotel and let her walk past him onto the sidewalk. A salt-tinged breeze from the ocean ruffled her hair. She pushed at the flying strands in a vain attempt to tuck them behind her ear.
He still wanted her. Five minutes of pussy time wasn’t enough. He wished he’d had time to lick up all her cream and make her come with just his mouth and tongue.
She took a step backward as if she sensed the lecherous direction of his thoughts. ‘Is it time to say goodbye or shall we get a drink somewhere?’
He took a moment to scope out the terrain. He had to touch her before they did anything else. Without speaking, he took her hand and led her back toward the hotel. To one side of the door was a shadowed niche. He backed her up against the wall and kissed her hungrily, his mouth demanding entrance, his hands lifting her against his aroused body.
She responded instantly, her hand in his hair, her mouth hot and eager beneath his. One of her legs curved around his thigh, opening herself to him. He took the invitation, grinding his cock against her pants-covered pussy until he feared he might come in his jeans.
When he finally pulled his mouth away, she was panting and straining against him. ‘Jay, come back to my apartment with me.’
He smiled at her husky demanding words. She still wanted to be the boss. ‘No.’
She bit down hard on her lip. He instantly wanted to worry the small swollen spot until it bled.
‘Remember, we agreed that would be tacky. And you don’t do tacky, Helen.’
She took a deep shuddering breath. ‘You’re right, I don’t.’
He kissed her gently on the lips. ‘Go home. Call me when you get there, OK?’
Jay walked her back to her car, kissed her once more and waved as she drove away. It wasn’t far to her apartment in Pacific Heights and for once the traffic was light. She was surprised to find herself sitting outside her house with no recollection of how she got there.
What had she eaten? She couldn’t remember anything except the taste of his mouth. All she could think about was his big hand cupping her sex and the way he’d made her come in the restroom.
She went into her bedroom, where Tiger was still fast asleep in the center of her discarded clothes. With a sigh, she pushed the whole heap onto the floor. Her clinic didn’t start until ten in the morning so she had plenty of time to clean up before she left for work.
She sat on the edge of the bed and took off her boots. Her body felt restless and unsatisfied. She half-wished Jay had taken her up on her idiotic suggestion to come home with her. Jay . . . She remembered the thrust of his fingers between her legs, the deliberately demanding caress of his thumb on her clit. She’d loved everything he’d done to her.
Her cellphone vibrated in her purse and she rushed to answer it. Sometimes it was the hospital needing her in immediately. She almost dropped the phone when she heard Jay’s distinctive drawl.
‘Are you home?’
‘I was just about to call you.’
‘Do you have a speakerphone?’
Helen frowned at her cellphone. ‘I do on my main line, why?’
‘Because there’s something I want to say to you and I want your entire attention when I say it.’
She gripped her cell so tightly it almost popped out of her hand. ‘I’ll call you back.’
It was difficult to dial the number because her hands were shaking so badly. He picked up before the first dial tone finished.
‘Where are you?’
‘I’m sitting on my bed.’
‘Put me on the speakerphone.’
Helen crawled across to the bedside table and punched the relevant button. Jay’s voice sounded louder and more confident as it filled the room.
‘Have you started to undress yet?’
A hot tremor of excitement settled in Helen’s stomach. ‘I’ve taken my boots off.’
‘Good. Take your jacket off next and then wait.’ She heard the creak of leather as if he’d shifted his weight or sat down.
She slid out of her jacket and tossed it onto the ever-increasing pile. Tiger was buried underneath and continued to snore undisturbed.
‘Where are you, Jay?’
‘I’m sitting on my fancy black leather recliner, one foot on the floor, the other on the couch.’
She tried to picture his long lazy form and found it all too easy.
‘Take your blouse off for me and then your pants.’
She hurried to comply, grateful to be rid of the restric-tions of the material when her body was heating so rapidly. ‘I just have my bra on now.’
‘Tell me what it looks like.’
She glanced down at her chest. ‘It’s beige and lacy.’
‘Is the lace see-through?’
‘No, but it’s quite sheer.’
‘I bet you can see your nipples through the fabric then, right?’
‘Yes.’
‘Are they hard?’
‘My nipples?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Of course they are.’
He chuckled. ‘Touch them for me, make them harder.’
Helen closed her eyes and stroked her nipples between her finger and thumb. The soft tug made her sex cream.
‘What are you thinking about?’
She tugged harder. ‘Your mouth on me.’
‘Thinking about kissing your breasts has made me hard again. I’m gonna unzip my jeans now and touch my cock.’
She heard the clink of his leather belt as he unbuckled it and the zipper of his jeans.
He groaned. ‘Take your bra off, darlin’, and cup your breasts for me. Don’t stop caressing your nipples though.’
Helen unclipped her bra and gathered her breasts in her hands, enjoying their weight and smooth texture.
‘Sit back on the bed and open your legs wide, so that if I was there I could see your pussy.’
She scrambled up the bed and leant back against the headboard, picturing him kneeling between her thighs.
‘Are you wet for me?’
She stifled a moan. ‘You know I am.’
‘Touch yourself, tell me how wet.’
She slowly slid her hand down over her stomach until it rested between her legs. She flicked her aroused clit and shuddered. ‘Oh God, I’m soaking.’
‘Slide a few fingers inside your pussy. Tell me how it feels.’ He sounded hoarse and jerky as if his words matched the movement of his hand on his cock.
‘My fingers aren’t enough. I’m so wet I can hardly feel them.’
‘My cock will fill you up.’
She worked her fingers faster, thumbing her clit as hard as she could.
‘I’m going to enjoy watching you turn yourself on like this. But I’m going to enjoy fucking you more. Perhaps I won’t have time to get my clothes off, just unzip my jeans and thrust into you until you scream and beg me to make you come.’
Helen arched her hips and brought her other hand down to help stimulate her clit.
‘Perhaps you wouldn’t even have time to get all those fingers out and I’d fuck you just like that, making you scream even more.’
She could barely concentrate on his words now, her attention focused on her upcoming orgasm. Her fingers were so wet and slippery that all she could do was spread them wide, concentrate on finding her G-spot and hang on.
‘Come for me, Helen. I need you to come, now.’
The urgency in his voice echoed the urgency of her need. She climaxed with a scream, heard his hoarse shout echo around the room.
She slowly relaxed her grip on her sex and then wiped her fingers on the bedclothes.
‘Was that good, Helen?’
She didn’t want to speak. She just wanted to drift to sleep on the haze of pleasure.
His satisfied chuckle echoed around the room. ‘I hope that silence means yes. And it’s going to get even better. I’ll call you tomorrow night.’
She sighed as he disconnected and just managed to crawl under the duvet before she fell asleep.
Jay groaned as he stared down at his now flaccid cock. Dating the doctor was going to kill him. He clicked off the light and resumed his slow walk toward the bathroom. His smile returned. He had plans for his sexy doctor and they would take some thinking about.
He paused in the dining area to survey the pile of purchases he’d made that morning. Grayson would be pleased that his little brother had finally decided to make something of himself, or even more appropriately, make something
for
himself.
for
himself.
The subtle scent of cured leather drifted across to him and he inhaled deeply. His fingers itched to get started but he knew he had to sign up for a few more classes before he felt confident enough to go it alone. Of course his father would call him a fool and a pussy for his new choice of career. Did he care about what his father thought anymore? It was time to find out.
Chapter Seven
‘I can’t meet with you today, professor. I have patients to see.’
Helen closed her eyes against an impending headache and gripped the phone more tightly. After her intense evening with Jay, her dreams had been filled with such erotic imagery she’d hardly slept.
‘Forget about the patients. It is imperative that I see you.’
Helen glanced up to see Nancy, the head nurse, at her door. Nancy raised her eyebrows and pointed at her watch. Helen nodded. She knew she was falling behind and she already had a full schedule.
‘How about lunch time? I can meet you for half an hour at one.’
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