Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers) (22 page)

He hated to admit it, but he had. The urge to toss her over his shoulder, carry her off to his cave, and fuck the snot out of her was overwhelming. Clearing his throat with an effort, he took her hand and turned toward the cashiers. “Shona, Jason, this is Emily.”

“Not bad, dude,” Jason remarked. “Wouldn’t have thought a scruffy-looking Nerf herder
like you could do that well.”

“Love you, too,
dude,” Alan shot back. 

Emily obviously got the reference. “He strikes me as more of a Russell Crowe type than
a Harrison Ford.”

“I’d take either one of them over
Alan,” Jason said.

Shona snorted. “You
would. I prefer the Kathleen Turner type, myself. Bravo, boss man.”

“Thanks
—I think.” Alan gave Emily’s hand a tug. “C’mon. I’ll show you around.”

Shona was right. Emily
looked a lot like Kathleen Turner. Or maybe Michelle Pfeiffer. He wasn’t sure which, but she seemed to get prettier every time he saw her. Was that what happened when a guy fell in love? He’d never heard of that symptom before. A hard dick and a pugnacious attitude toward potential rivals, yes. But prettier?

Maybe.
Although it did make sense in a peculiar caveman sort of way.

“How was your day?” she asked.

“Horrible. I’ve had to listen to those two ragging on me all day when all I really wanted was to be with you.”

Alan glanced at her face in time to catch her blush.

“Really?” Her voice was so soft, he barely heard her. “That’s the way I’ve felt, too. My friend Kathy said I was walking funny, and then Stephen… Well, I…missed you.”

Alan had never appreciated the connection between his balls and his heart before, but whatever held them together had just been yanked. Hard.
“Who’s Stephen?”

Her laugh sounded kind of
nervous—like she felt guilty about something. “He’s one of the guys I work with. Basically, he needs to come out of the closet.”

Alan relaxed a little.
“Should I introduce him to Jason?”

“Not sure he’s the right type. Stephen is
very shy and gentle—unless he’s drunk on the dance floor.”

That sound
s interesting.
“Oh?”

“The guys took him to a strip club
for his birthday. You should’ve seen him on stage.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have,” Alan said. “Sounds pretty wild
. Wait a second—you were there?”

She nodded. “Probably the
craziest thing I’ve ever done—until I met you, that is. The other guys pushed us onto the stage. We danced for a while, and then he stripped to his skin and jacked off in my face.”

Alan didn’t know whether to
scream in torment or whip out his dick. “And this guy is
gay
?”

She nodded. “He wasn’t doing it for me. He was showing his dick off to all the straight guys.”

“Big one?”

“Yeah. I keep telling him to come out. He’s
really cute, but so far, he’s been too chicken.” With a chuckle, she added, “I could’ve had two dates tonight. He asked me out, hoping to get the rest of the gang to leave him alone.” She smiled up at him. “I told him I had a date with my new boyfriend.”

That sounded nice—certainly not the words of a woman who intended to climb out a window to escape from him. A warm fuzzy feeling
engulfed his heart. “And you’re feeling better now?”

“
What? Oh, yeah, the bladder infection. I caught it early enough, which is why I keep antibiotics in the house at all times. I’ll probably wind up with a yeast infection along with it, though. I nearly always do.”

“
Which reminds me.” He reached into his pocket. “I got you this.” He handed her the bottle of cranberry capsules. “Figured it was the least I could do.”

“That’s awfully sweet of you,” she said. “
Hmm…something just occurred to me. Maybe guys don’t like to have sex with me because of my proclivity for bladder infections. Never thought about it before, but it might be true.”

“I think they were all idiots. It’s much easier to feed you cranberries than it is to give up sex.”

“For you, maybe. The others didn’t see it as a hardship.”

“Like I said, they were idiots.”

Alan showed her the rest of the store, bought her some more of the Shea butter soap she liked, took off his apron, and tossed a set of keys to Rico, the night manager.

“Do you want to follow me to the restaurant or ride with me?”
he asked as they walked out to the parking lot.

Looping her arm through his, she
peered at him curiously. “I’d rather ride with you and leave my car here if that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay.” Sh
e couldn’t leave without him if he had the keys. Then again, Carol had done it.

Get over it, Alan.  

“Why would you want to take both cars?” Emily seemed puzzled as well as disappointed. “This is a date, isn’t it?”

“Yes,
it’s a date.” He winced as the link between his heart and nuts twanged again. “I didn’t want you to worry about how you’d be getting home.”

She stopped in midstride and pulled away from him. “Why would I worry about
that?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it’
s because this is our first date and all…” His explanation sounded weak, even to him.

“
Uh-huh. I’m guessing the last date you went on was when Carol ditched you. Am I right?”

He hung his head.
“Yeah. She left a message on my answering machine a few days later saying she wasn’t coming back. She didn’t bother to include the details of her escape. I always figured she called a cab or a friend to pick her up.”

“I’m not going to do that, Alan.” Her tone was as firm as the thin line of her lips when she finished speaking. “You have to trust me.”

“I do—I want to—I just—” With a sharp exhale, he tugged her into his arms. “I
so
do
not
want you to disappear.”

“But if I do, you want me to have a car handy? Is
that what this is all about?”

Burying his face in her hair, he drew in a deep breath.
Although her fragrance made his knees unsteady, something about her essence reassured him. “Yeah.”

To his surprise, she laughed. “
That’s very considerate of you, Alan. Not many guys plan escape routes for their dates.” Cupping his cheeks, she pulled him down for a kiss that further weakened his stance. “While I appreciate the gesture, I don’t believe I’ll need it.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Absolutely. I’m keeping you.”

Ch
apter 16

Emily smiled as Alan led her over to a dark green Jeep Cherokee parked well away from the entrance. “Should’ve known you’d drive some sort of hippie vehicle.”

“Hippie? What’s hippie about a Jeep?”

She shrugged. “Or maybe a restored VW micro bus. You know…the health food thing and all.”

“You don’t
like the idea of eating healthy?”

Emily would’ve thought the fact that she normally had doughnuts for breakfast would’ve made the answer to that question perfectly obvious. Her mother picked on her about her diet often enough. If she’d been sickly or overweight, she might’ve felt the intervention was warranted. As it was, she didn’t.

“I like to eat whatever I’m in the mood for. Besides, doughnuts are easier to eat than oatmeal—and you don’t have to cook them.”

“I promise to fix you oatmeal every day for the rest of your life,” Alan declared. “And it’ll be a much
longer life if you don’t eat crap for breakfast.”

“Doughnuts aren’t crap. They’re…” She paused searching for the perfect word. “Orgasmic.”

“Like chocolate,” he conceded. “Okay. I’ll give you that much, but at least chocolate has some redeeming nutritional value. Doughnuts…” He shuddered. “Horrible.”

“Yes, but stuffing your mouth with a fresh jelly doughnut is like sucking a guy’s balls.” She shivered with delight. “And eating a chocolate covered Long John filled with Bavarian cream is like sucking the cum out of a—”

“Dick?” he suggested.

“Oh,
yeah
…”

“Well, how about you suck my cock and balls before breakfast? That way eating oatmeal won’t seem like such a sacrifice.”

“Works for me,” she said. “Doesn’t sound like you’d be inconvenienced too much.”

“Not at all.”

His grin made her feel much better. He’d seemed so upset earlier. Hopefully agreeing to suck his dick every morning made him less apt to suspect her of trying to escape from him.

Unlocking the Jeep, he o
pened the passenger door. “Hop in and I’ll give you a Long John you’re sure to rave about.”

“Been wanting some of that all day. How about you?”

“My dick has been drooling for the past three hours, and right now, it feels like a grenade with the pin pulled out of it.”

“About to blow?”

“You bet.”

Emily had never
given anyone a blow job in a car. She’d have been willing, but her stuffy men weren’t—although she once attempted to give Eugene a hand job. He was so afraid of getting caught, his dick had wilted in her grasp. Somehow, she didn’t think she’d have that problem with Alan.

He climbed into the driver’s seat and leaned over for a kiss that would’ve melted anyone’s resistance. Not that Emily had any.
Unless
… “Do you think we should park somewhere else? I mean, you do work here.”

“True.” He tapped his chin. “We could go over to Bennie’s. Seems fitting, somehow.”

“I have a feeling we’re gonna need ice cream after dinner tonight. I’ve never had Thai food before. Really hot, isn’t it?”

“You’re hotter, actually.” With a wink, he reclined his seat. “
It’s dark—we’re nowhere near a street light—and the windows are tinted. If you keep your head down, no one will know we’re here.” 

“I like the way you think.” She nodded at his groin. “Let’s see how fast you can whip out that dick.”

She barely had time to blink.

“That fast, huh? Should’ve known.”

“Suck me, baby. I’ve been dying for you all day.”

His cock was hard and slick in her mouth as she went down on him. He must not have been kidding about drooling for hours
, either. His briefs were already soaked and his cock was still pumping out the juice. After a quick mental calculation—guessing at least an hour and a half at the restaurant, if not longer—she figured she’d better make him come at least three times or he’d never make it through dinner.

What a hardship.

“I hope you’re hungry, babe. My nuts are so full of cream, you probably won’t need an appetizer.”

She let her lips slide off over that perfect cockhead
as she gripped the shaft in her fist. “I’m starving to death. Fill me up, Long John.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” A breath hissed in through his teeth. “Right…
now
.”

His body stiffened and his hips thrust upward as he reached a climax that seemed to go on forever, shooting spurt after spurt of creamy cum onto her waiting tongue. After she’d swallowed for the third time,
Emily revised her original estimate. Once might actually be enough.

Alan, however, had other ideas. “Use your hand this time.”

“Won’t I hurt you without lube?”

“I hope you do. The damn thing has been driving me insane all day. He
needs
to be punished.”

Emily’s core gave a twist that had her gasp
ing for breath and doubled her over like she’d been punched in the gut.

“Oh, so you
like
that idea, do you?” Grabbing her by the nape, he pushed her head toward his cock. “Bite me, Em. Hard.”

Her mouth was already wide open, and he shoved his dick into it. As she
bit down on his rigid flesh, he let out a feral growl and fired another round down her throat.

“Oh,
yeah
…Bite that big bad dick. Show him who’s boss.”

Emily’s body was on fire, her pussy flooded with heat, her nipples taut with anticipation. Mindless lust seize
d her, and she pushed off her coat and unbuttoned her blouse, thanking whatever spirit had moved her to wear a bra that had hooks in the front. Undoing it with ease, she whipped out her breasts almost as fast as he’d exposed his thick, meaty rod. “Suck my tits.”

“So, sweet little Emily wants her titties sucked, huh? That’s not punishment, that’s a reward. I love sucking your tits almost as much as I love licking your cunt.”

“Watch your mouth, you nasty fucker, or I’ll spank your butt.”