Sawyer, Rita - Her Mr. Wrong [What Are Friends For 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

“If you’d like, we can eat out on the patio.”

“I’d rather stay inside where there’s no chance of us being overheard.”

“Fine.” She grabbed their drinks off the counter and held them out to him. “Why don’t you take our drinks in, and I’ll be right there with the pizza.”

He took the drinks and walked away. Amy walked over, opened the freezer, and stuck her head inside. The blast of cold air cooled her heated cheeks. She inhaled deeply, wishing it would cool off her other overheated parts, but it didn’t, so she closed the door and busied herself getting the pizza out of the oven. Instead of sitting at the tiny table between the two rooms, Slade was sitting on the couch with their drinks on the coffee table. It didn’t slip her notice that he’d used the coasters, something she’d yet to get her brothers to do in the past five years since she bought the place. She joined him on the couch and put the pizza between their drinks.

“Talk or eat?” he asked, and her stomach growled in response. “How about you eat while I talk, and then you can tell me what you think?”

“Okay.” She picked up a piece of pizza and bit into it.

The sauce and cheese hit her tongue, and she moaned in delight. The sweet onions and the ham enhanced the flavor. Even reheated, it tasted great.

“Bad idea.” Slade snatched the pizza out of her hand and tossed it on the table.

“Hey! What the hell?” She reached for it, but he caught her hand.

“I can’t concentrate with you making all that noise.”

“Please, I wasn’t chewing that loudly.”

“No, you were making little moaning sounds. Kinda like the ones you made in Elias’s office.”

“So you’re comparing the noises I make during sex to the ones I make when eating?”

“I wouldn’t know about actual sex, but when you’re pleasured, yeah, they’re very similar.”

She laughed, having found another button to push. “Doesn’t say much for your skills does it?”

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Do you really want to go this route again?” His tone held a warning, but she chose to ignore it.

“What route is that?” Coyness wasn’t her strong suit, but she thought she pulled it off.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to him, covering her mouth with his. Amy didn’t fight it. Hell, at first she practically melted under his touch. His hands slid from her arms to her waist. Amy reached for the buttons on his shirt.

“What are we doing?” he panted.

“If we have sex, maybe it will scratch this crazy itch.” She gave up on the buttons and tugged the shirt over his head.

“And if it doesn’t?”

“We can worry about that then.” She dropped her work shirt to the floor and grasped the hem of her T-shirt, tugging it over her head.

“Not good enough.” He got to his feet and stood there looking down at her.

His gaze rested on her hot-pink bra for a second before he raised it to her face. “What would make this move a little quicker?”

“You’re hoping one bout of sex will rid you of the desire that burns for me inside you. I’m pretty damn sure it won’t. In fact, I think it’ll only get stronger. If I’m right, we may be making the problem worse.”

“So you don’t want to even try.” She slid her hand across her stomach to the waistband of her jeans.

His eyes widened just a little, and she undid them and shoved the jean past her hips. “Are you sure?”

Just the fact that he was asking told her he was still waiting for her to come to him. “Take your clothes off.”

He obliged, damn quickly, too. Slade came down over her just as she finished kicking off her pants. Amy laughed as their hands tangled trying to get her bra and panties off. Damn, her couch was almost too small for this. His hands and mouth were everywhere, driving her crazy. She wasn’t about to let him have all the fun. Sliding her hand between them, she cupped his balls before moving to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked him. He groaned and pressed his hips forward. Amy stroked him faster.

Slade growled and grabbed her wrist. She lifted her hips, and his cock slid past her curls, along her wet, aching pussy. Amy wiggled, but she couldn’t get him where she wanted him. He flipped them over, settling her astride him. His thick cock was wedged against the crack of her ass. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his chest. The light smattering of light hair tickled her nose. He smelled so good. She inhaled deeper. Slade’s hands lifted her hips and he angled himself so the head of his shaft pressed at the opening of her slick, tight slit. Amy pressed down, sliding him deep inside her.

She pushed herself upright, putting one hand on his stomach and the other on the back of the couch. Her muscles clenched, as she rocked her hips. It felt so good, she rocked faster. Slade’s hands covered her breasts.

“Oh my…this feels…” Amy couldn’t put it into words.

The tension built to a peak she’d never reached before. She wanted to scream, as she reached for something she’d been missing.

He lifted his hips, bucking beneath her. “Fuck yeah.”

Hearing his rough curse had her moving faster. It didn’t take long before they both found their release. She came first as she called out his name and collapsed onto his chest. He held her there, but he continued to pump his hips until his loud grunt filled the air.

Neither of them moved right away. After a few minutes, Slade rolled them onto their sides, facing each other. He kept his arms tight so she wouldn’t fall to the floor. Amy looked into his green eyes. What she saw scared her. She moved to sit up when someone knocked on the door.

They both bolted upright, but there wasn’t enough room on the couch, and she fell to the floor with a thud. She found herself with her face practically in Slade’s lap. His semi-erect cock, inches from her mouth, started to stiffen before her eyes. Another time she may have taken advantage of the position, but the knock came again louder. Amy knew it was her brother, and she also knew what would happen if he found Slade there.

“I’ll be right there.” She tossed Slade his boxers as she scrambled to her feet.

Amy knew her brother wouldn’t wait long before he just let himself in. She stuffed her bra and panties under the couch cushion and hopped into her jeans. Slade yanked on his shirt and picked up his slacks. There wasn’t time for him to put them on. She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door.

She opened the closet and shoved him inside. “Don’t make a sound.”

Amy finished tugging her T-shirt over her head. She pulled on her work shirt on her way to the door. The last time she dressed so quickly, she was sixteen and late for school.

“What the hell took so long? Were you sleeping?” Allen asked as he brushed past her into the house.

“No, I was—” She watched him look around the room, and his gaze land on the coffee table.

He walked over and helped himself to a piece of her pizza. “Never mind, it doesn’t matter. How’d it go tonight?”

Amy could have just given him the standard “fine” and gotten him out of there and fast, but she figured it may do Slade some good to be in the closet for a little while. “We had four roadside assistance calls, and Karen’s car died again. I think it’s the alternator this time.”

He nodded as he finished off his slice of pizza and went for another. “I’ll check it in the morning.”

That was one thing she loved about her brothers. They may be overprotective oafs at times, but they treated her friends like gold. Being the only one in her group of friends with brothers, they took on the role of big brother to all of them. It was a trait her friends’ parents had used over the years to try and keep them under control. Amy’s father had once joked that “to love one of them was to love them all.” Jace and Gage had understood that right away. She wasn’t sure Slade would, not that she thought he was in love with her. It was clearly a case of lust.

“How’d you guys do tonight?” She risked a glance in the direction of the closet.

“We won. Again.” The pride in his voice made her laugh. “Hey, this is serious business.”

Slade was so going to get her for this, but it would be worth it. Her brother went on and on about how they managed to beat Pastelli’s Bakery, making this their fourth win in a row. She knew her brothers wanted to win the trophy more this year than any other because it would make them the only team to win it five years straight. After polishing off his fourth piece of pizza and third soda, her brother got up and walked to the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He kissed her on the cheek and left.

Amy closed her front door, then turned and opened the closet door. Slade stood there with his arms crossed over his chest and stared at her. He still just had his unbuttoned shirt and boxers on. She’d known he wouldn’t have enough room to maneuver getting his jeans on without her brother hearing him move around.

“You can come out now.” She stepped back, and he walked into the living room.

“Never again.” He let his pants fall to the floor and reached for the ceiling.

Amy watched him stretch. His shirt hung open, allowing her to see the way his muscles tightened and relaxed. He wasn’t one of those cut muscle guys with a chiseled six-pack, but there was enough definition for her to see where they’d be. Obviously they hadn’t extinguished the flame. Instead, it was making her burn hotter and hotter. She really needed to get him out of her house.

* * * *

Slade had a feeling his time in the closet had been meant to teach him some kind of lesson. Just what it was, he wasn’t sure. From the way she was eating him up with her eyes, she probably didn’t know, either. He wasn’t going to find out standing there half naked while she was fully dressed. The chances on getting her naked again so soon were damn slim, so he needed to do something else.

He picked up his slacks and put them on. One thing he’d learned, her brothers were a competitive lot, which he figured was a family trait. Now he had something he might be able to use against her. He slowly did up the buttons on his shirt, loving the way her gaze followed his hands inch by inch.

He waited until her gaze met his before he said, “Since I was right about sex not being a cure for our problem, I have a suggestion on how we can find a solution.”

“I’m listening.”

“Good. Let’s play a little game called Truth or Dare.” He saw a flash of a smile before she schooled her features.

“Excuse me?” She didn’t sound the least bit offended or confused.

“You know, a game of tit for tat?” He purposefully looked at breasts, as he taunted her.

“What are the stakes?” She crossed her arms, which only lifted her boobs higher.

As he’d hoped, she was playing right into his hands. “I had plenty of time to think about that. On the crazy chance that I lose, I will work in your shop every Wednesday night for a month. If I win, you have to agree that I’m your man.”

“For how long?” Her question caught him off guard.

“As long as you want me, but to be completely fair, you have to give me the same reward. Four nights.”

“Clarify this for me. If you win, I have to sleep with you one night a week for a month?”

“We don’t have to have sex unless you want to.” He gave a shrug, trying to look carless. “But we will do something together. We can make it four nights in a row if that’s easier for you.”

“Deal.” She held out her hand.

Instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips and brushed his lips across her knuckles. She giggled, and he knew he’d already scored a point. Amy wasn’t just the rough, tough girl she showed the world. She had a girly side, and he was going to do his damndest to draw her out.