Sin for Love (9 page)

I felt the heat of his stare as his eyes moved from mine to travel down my body. As soon as he reached the glistening skin between my legs, he said, “You smell so good, Tessa. I’m going to taste you now,” and he slowly lowered his head until I couldn’t see his face anymore.  I felt his tongue against me as he licked from the opening of my pussy to the tip of my clit.  Then the heat of his tongue was replaced with cold air as he blew on me gently, causing goose bumps to rise all over my body.

We were lying in bed and I had my head resting on Reese’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.  His fingers were tracing lazy designs on my arm.  I didn’t want this to end. I was letting my heart wish for something that I had decided a long time ago didn’t exist.  The voice in the back of my head was getting louder. Don’t do this to yourself, Tessa. You are only going to get hurt.

I felt Reese kiss the top of my head. “Do you like pancakes?”

“I love pancakes, but I can never get them right,” I pouted.

“Lucky for you, I have perfected the art of making pancakes.  Come downstairs and I will show you my secret.” He gave me a quick slap on the butt that made me let out a soft whimper and jumped off the bed.  After pulling on some jeans, not bothering to button them, he turned back and said, “I should spank you harder than that for how you woke me up, but I’ll save that for later.”  Then he walked out of the room.

I was going to need a fucking fire extinguisher to put out the fire he’d just lit between my legs.  Maybe he would let me stick my pussy in his freezer for a few minutes to cool it off.  My stomach grumbled, yelling at me to get my ass up and get some of those pancakes Reese had been bragging about.

By the time I got dressed and went downstairs, Reese had already put everything he needed out on the counter and was laying bacon out on a frying pan.  “Hey, I found bacon too. Hope you are hungry.”  My stomach took the opportunity to answer for me and Reese laughed.

His big secret to perfect pancakes was the huge spoonful of butter that he put in the hot pan before pouring the batter.  There is no way he can eat like this and look like that!  Someone needs to arrest him Once again, he is breaking the law!  That made me think of handcuffs, and handcuffs made me think of being tied down to a bed, and being tied down to a bed made me think of Reese taking full control of my body…

I must have gone to lala-land because the next thing I knew Reese was waving his hand in front of my face, calling out, “Earth to Tessa. Come in, Tessa.”

“I’m here. Sorry. I just sort of spaced out there for a minute,”  I said and took the plate of steaming hot food and cup of coffee he was handing me.

We ate our breakfast at the small bistro table and chair set he had in the front of the house and watched as the beach across the street started filling up with people.  A group of teenagers were setting up a volleyball set and having a difficult time getting the net to stretch tight.  I went inside to fill up our coffee mugs again, and when I came out, Reese wasn’t at the table anymore.  I looked up to see him on the beach teaching the kids how to tie a knot that wouldn’t slip.  He came running back across the street shirtless, barefoot, and sexy as hell.  At least he had finally done up that top button on his jeans.

“Saved the day, huh?” I asked him with a smile.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Eh, I do what I can.” Then he took the mug I was holding out to him.  We sat outside and drank our coffee in a comfortable silence.  Reese pulled my feet up into his lap and gently massaged them.

After finishing our coffee, we went inside to put on our swimsuits.  We actually had to put them on twice because, once Reese saw me in my little black two-piece, he ran across the room, picked me up, and threw me on the bed.  An hour later, we made our way across the street to the beach.

“I’m not so sure about this, Reese.  What if there are sharks?” I asked, knowing that I was being ridiculous.

“No sharks, baby.  Come on. I’ve got you.”

I nodded once and then loosened my death grip from his neck where I had been clinging to his body for dear life.  When I chickened out about putting my toes in the water, Reese chased me down the beach, picked me up, and walked out into the ocean until the water was just below his waist.  He tried to persuade me to stand up on my own for the past five minutes.  Nothing was working until he said the words, “I’ve got you,” and memories from being on the dance floor last night came rushing back.  I trusted him.  The feeling was as foreign to me as the waves that were now lapping at my stomach.

When my feet hit the bottom, I felt the sand and wiggled my toes to make it squish between them while I skimmed the surface of the water with my hands, watching the water move between my fingers.  I am in the fucking ocean!  Just then, something slimy rubbed up against my leg, making me jump and squeal. “Reese! There is something down there! It just touched my leg!”

He reached down between my legs and pulled out a slimy piece of seaweed while laughing, “Of course there is something down there. It’s the ocean.  But I’m pretty sure you are safe.”

I instantly felt silly for squealing the way I had, and Reese’s laughing at me didn’t help, so I did what any other girl would do.  I went into attack mode and started splashing him as much as I could.  Of course, that backfired on me as Reese’s strong arms wrapped around me and he took us both completely underwater.

We spent the rest of the day lying under an umbrella and had a picnic lunch that Reese had packed on the beach.  We also joined in on a game of volleyball with the kids Reese had helped earlier.  Since I’d gotten over my fear of the ocean pretty quickly, we went in for an occasional dip to cool off.  Each time we went in, I tried to repay Reese with a surprise attack dunk, but he was always waiting for me.  At the end of the day, our dunking record was Reese fifteen, Tessa zero.

We used the outdoor shower that was on the side of the house to remove the saltwater and sand from our bodies before heading inside. Then Reese said that he needed to stop by the shop to sign some paperwork.  I immediately jumped at the chance to see the shop and quickly dressed in a sundress that was white with little yellow flowers and a skinny yellow belt with matching sandals.  I ran some product through my damp hair and let it air dry, knowing that the day at the beach was going to give me amazing waves.  Reese said that the shop wasn’t too far and that we could walk. It would give me a chance to see more of Mission Beach, and I loved the idea.

Holding hands, we walked along the sidewalk that ran the length of the beach. I was sure we looked like a real couple, and I felt a pinch on my heart when I reminded myself that we weren’t.  Our arrangement was only temporary, and I needed to remember that before I got hurt.

Needing an excuse to let go of his hand, I turned so I could face him, and as I started skipping backwards, I asked, “Since we have to go back tomorrow, can we have a fire on the roof tonight?”

“That’s just what I had in mind,” he replied and caught my hand again, the gentle squeeze he gave telling me not to let go again.

After a few more short blocks, we reached the shop. It was now seven o’clock and the shop had closed for the day.  Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a key to unlock the door, punched the code into the security system, and then reached over and flipped on a couple of lights.

“Come on. I’ll give you the grand tour,” he said and then led me through the shop, showing me the lounge they had set up with leather recliners, large TVs, a pool table, and a few Xbox’s for customers to enjoy while they waited.  We then moved on to his back offices so he could sign the paperwork we were there for.

After he had finished everything, he started to lead me back to the front door but I stopped and said, “I want to see the shop, Reese. Where the work is done.”

“It’s dirty back there, Tessa. You could ruin your dress,” he replied.

“Reese,” I said as I stepped closer to him, “I’m not afraid of getting dirty.”

His smile grew so big that he looked like a kid on Christmas morning, his eyes sparkling at the thought of showing me his toys.  He grabbed my hand and we headed to the door that led to the shop.

When we stepped through, the first thing I noticed was that the floor space was huge. It had to be at least 7,000 square feet.  And there were bikes everywhere in different states of completion, ranging from completely built to a couple that were totally disassembled and laid out on white cloths like a diagram.  The shop was completely organized, but it was like organized chaos.  There weren’t tools lying about or drawers open. Everything had been wiped down, and I didn’t see a drop of oil or grease on the polished floor.

“This is dirty?  Reese, I was expecting to see a total mess when we came back here.  This is beautiful,” I said.

“I haven’t been here for a few days, and the guys can get a little relaxed when I’m not around, so I was expecting it to look like a bomb had gone off back here,” he replied.  “We have fourteen guys working at this location now, and each one has his own area. Looks like someone tipped them off that I was coming back today.”  Reese laughed.

“Either that or they are already sucking up for a Christmas bonus.  We see it all the time at work. Girls will slack off all year and then the leaves begin to change and all of a sudden they play by the rules and don’t cause any drama.”

“That sounds just like Jimmy. I think I’ll start calling him Princess from now on.  Come here. I want to show you what I work on when I’m not actually working.”  He led me back to a corner of the shop where there was a car under a big canvas.

Pulling off the canvas, Reese revealed the most incredible Pontiac GTO I had ever seen.  It was pure muscle, and it reminded me of the one I had seen at a car show that had come to town when I had just turned fifteen.  I’d spent an entire day staring at that car, fantasizing about everything from driving it to washing it to losing my virginity in the back seat.  Too bad that ship had sailed the year after when Eddy Withers took me under the bleachers after our high school homecoming game.  I’d spent the entire four minutes with Eddy grunting on top of me dreaming about that car.

I reached out to touch the curve of the metal of the driver’s side fender but pulled my hand back suddenly and looked up at Reese. “Sorry. It’s just so amazing.”

“You want to touch it?” he asked, and all I could do was nod.  “It’s okay, Tessa. It is a car. You can’t hurt it.”

I let my fingertips touch the cool metal as I walked toward the back of the car, my hand sliding over the smooth polish.  I had almost made a full circle when I came around the other side.  Reese had moved to stand in front of the car.  When I reached him, he placed his hands on my hips and looked down into my eyes.

“When I was fifteen, I saw a car just like this one at a car show. I used to have wet dreams about that car, Reese,” I said with a little laugh.

He moved one of his hands from my hip to the bottom of my dress just above my knee. Pushing the material up, he caressed my thigh, kneading it gently with his strong fingers.  Then he slipped a finger under my panties. “Feels like it still gets you wet.”  His other hand moved to start unbuttoning the front of my dress until he had bared my breasts.  “Shit, Tessa. If I had known you weren’t wearing a bra, we wouldn’t have made it past my office.”  Still moving his finger in lazy circles around my moist clit, he pushed the spaghetti straps of my dress down my arms until my torso was completely bare, leaned in, and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you on my car now, Tessa. Are you ready for me?”

I couldn’t find my voice to answer. Instead, my hand reached out to grasp his full erection that was tucked into his jeans.  He groaned and then spun me around so that my knees were touching the front bumper of the car.  I could hear the jingle of his belt as he undid the buckle and then the rough sound of his zipper as he quickly yanked it down.  I felt Reese push my dress up to bare my ass, and then instead of taking them off, he pulled my panties to the side, pushed on my back to get me to bend over a little, crouched down, and slid his hot tongue between my pussy lips.

Coming back up to stand behind me, Reese said, “Fuck, you taste good, but I can’t wait, Tessa. Lie down on the hood.”  I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, and as soon as my breasts touched the cool metal, he pushed past my lips to fill me completely.  “Fuck, you look so good bent over my car.”  His words made my pussy clench and squeeze around his thick length, earning me a deep moan.

Reese picked up speed until he was pounding me hard, his balls slapping against my clit.  My ecstasy was peaking, waves of pleasure like electricity pulsing out from my core through my entire body. But I heard the sound before I felt the pain.  His hand came down to smack my ass hard once more, shoving me over the edge and making me cry out.  He didn’t remove his hand. Instead, he dug his fingers into where the sharp sting was radiating while he found his own release.

Reese collapsed on top of me, my chest still pressed up against the hood of the car.  “I think I’ll be having wet dreams about this car now,” he said in my ear, bringing me back to reality.  Reese stood up, pulling me with him, a clear outline of my naked body visible on the otherwise polished finish of the car.  He looked over to see what I was staring at and said, “Well, that will sure give the guys something to talk about tomorrow.  Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

We stopped at a street food cart for dinner and were so hungry that we finished it before we got back to Reese’s house.  “It can get kinda chilly outside at night. Go ahead and change into something warmer and I’ll get the fire going on the roof,”  Reese said before leaving me in the bedroom.

I pulled on some yoga pants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie and followed Reese up to the roof.  The sun, which was hovering just above the horizon, had stolen the blue sky, changing it to a burning palette of red and orange swirls that were curling around a bright yellow orb of pure energy.  Reese was crouched down, starting a fire in the pit that was surrounded by a set of chairs and matching loveseat.  On one of the small tables sat an open bottle of merlot and two empty glasses.  The mellow sound of music was coming from the outdoor speakers set near the fire.