15

Unprepared

Kelly made a muffled sound of surprise when their lips touched and then went stiff. Her hands brushed his shoulders, slid up his neck, slipped into his hair.

Enthusiastic as the woman was, her lips were so much more reserved than Angel’s had been. Kelly kissed him cautiously, hesitating before opening her jaw enough for his tongue to slide between her teeth. Drew grabbed her upper arm, drawing her close, and brushed a hand over her breast. She wore a thin, satin cami under her jacket; despite how it clung to her, he couldn’t feel if she was wearing a bra through the fabric.

One of her hands disappeared and reappeared on his stomach. Her kiss paused, and he drew a ragged breath as he waited for her to move again.

Her hand slid lower, flicking once against the top button of his suit pants. She shivered hard enough for him to hear her teeth click together. He rubbed his hands over the top of her arms.

“You okay?”

“It’s cold out here,” she whispered.

It was too dark in this corner of the garden for him to make out her expression in detail when he pulled back from her. “We could go inside.”

The light that had been gleaming in her eyes vanished as if she was looking down. “We could.”

“Or we could go back to the porch.” He kept rubbing her arms, enjoying the warmth of that friction. “It’s warm there too.”

She took a breath as if she was going to speak, and then leaned hard into him, kissing him again. Twisting her head away, she kept their cheeks together and let out a few short, hard breaths. “Inside.”

Kelly stood, looking back at him when he pulled free of her grip.

His dick was so hard that he knew it would tent the front of his pants if he tried to stand.

“What’s wrong?”

“Let me have a smoke?”

“Oh, sure.” Kelly’s silhouette wrapped its arms around itself. “Will you meet me inside? I’m freezing my ass off.”

“Of course. Where?” His own breath was a strangled mess.

“My room.”

“Which is where?”

Kelly let out a small giggle. “End of the hall.”

“You sure?”

At this, the woman’s silhouette stood straighter. “Only if you promise to make me feel thirty again.”

Drew laughed and lit himself a cigarette. “I’ll do my best.”

She started toward the house, paused, and looked back at him. Her face was wreathed with shadows, but he knew when she spoke that she had an awkward smile on her face.

“Do you have a…?”

“I do.”

“Oh.” She let out another embarrassed laugh. “Good. Okay, see you in a bit.”

She gave him a small wave, hurriedly yanked down her arm, and then jogged inside the house. Drew made sure she was inside before jumping to his feet and dashing over the lawn. A narrow alley separated her home from the hedge between their properties. Luckily, she wasn’t one of those people that kept dustbins and assorted junk stored here. He ran, unimpeded, right to the gate at the front of her house and then hurried up to his house.

He wrestled the keys from his pocket, cringing as the rain began soaking his shoulders and back and hunched over the door trying to open it in the dark.

Inside, his house was silent. No lights were on. Was Angel already asleep? Please, God, let the girl be sleeping. He didn’t want her to know he was only here for… Well, he didn’t want her to know he was even here.

He crept through his house, taking the stairs one at a time and as carefully as possible. In the hall, shadows moved as if there were people in them. And, for some reason, the hallway smelled as if Angel had been putting out her cigarette butts on the carpet.

Ridiculous, of course. Just his imagination. The offspring of a zinging mind filled with thoughts of how Kelly looked naked. What sounds she would make when she came. If she was getting ready for him right now, putting on something sexy. Or had she been wearing something sexy the whole evening already?

He shook his head, shoved those thoughts from his mind, and made his way down the hall. His bedroom door was ajar, but no light came from inside. He pushed it open a bit more and sidled inside, holding his breath as he paused to let his eyes adjust to this even blacker darkness.

There was a shape on the bed, unmoving.

Asleep.

Drew stepped further into the room, keeping his eyes on Angel as he sidled toward the en-suite bathroom. Why the hell didn’t he keep condoms in his car like every other ordinary, single man?

Because he’d never thought he’d needed them.

He had his hand on the door handle when Angel made a soft, sighing noise and turned over in her sleep.

Was she facing him now? He could feel eyes on him; was she watching him? His heart began a hard, slow hammering in his chest.

Fucking weed; he didn’t need this level of paranoia right now.

God, she was watching him, wasn’t she? Then why wasn’t she saying anything? Why was she just lying there, staring at him? Because she wasn’t awake.

She wasn’t awake.

He repeated the phrase a few times until his breathing was under control again. Then he slowly turned the handle and inched into the room. He closed the door, turned on the light, and slapped a hand over his eyes.

“Jesus,” he muttered.

When he could see again, he hurried over to the bathroom cabinet and carefully slid open the middle drawer.

Where the fuck were they? He rummaged quietly through the odds and ends inside, eyes widening with each subsequent second that passed.

He could literally picture the string of condoms in this drawer. They’d been right next to an unopened bottle of mouthwash and half a tube of toothpaste he couldn’t stand the taste of but kept on hand in case of emergency toothpaste drought. Except now, it wasn’t here. And he hadn’t used any, and so what the fuck had—

“Mr. Sugar?”

He stiffened, slowly straightened his spine, and turned to face Angel. He closed the drawer behind him, blocking what he did with his body.

She had been awake.

“What you doin’?” she murmured, wiping the back of her hand over her eyes.

She wore a nightie that left absolutely nothing to his imagination. Her nipples poked at the fabric, barely an inch from the lacy neckline, and it was pretty damn evident that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath the satin. Her hand slipped down, grabbing absently at one of the two braids dangling over her shoulder.

“Go back to sleep, Angel.” Drew stepped closer, laying a hand on the girl’s waist and using it to steer her around and out the door.

“You didn’t come home,” she said, looking back at him. Her blue eyes sparkled in the bathroom light. “Where were you?”

“At work.”

“I wanted to wait up for you,” she said, her words distorted through a yawn, “but I fell asleep.”

He fumbled on the bathroom wall, turning off the light. Then he guided her back to the bed and drew back the coverlet down for her so she could slip inside. She grabbed his wrist, sitting up when he tried to pull away.

“You’re going?”

“I still have some paperwork to finish up.” It wasn’t even a lie.

“But I waited up for you.”

Jesus, but she sounded so disappointed. He sank down onto the edge of the bed and touched one of her braids, running it through his fingers. “I’m sorry, I can’t stay.”

“Just until I’m asleep? I swear, I keep thinking there’s someone in the house. It’s freaking me out.”

Stay? For how long? Kelly waited for him. She was probably wondering where the hell he was; if he’d stuck her up.

“It’s just us.”

She slipped down, nestling her cheek into his palm. She was so warm, and the sweet smell of her drifted up to him as she squirmed around in the bed.

“Promise?”

“I promise. Now go to sleep.”

She let out a small sigh and then tugged his hand down, so he was cupping her breast. “I was thinking of you,” she mumbled. “Thinking of all the ways I could make you happy.”

Drew smiled at that. He could think of hundreds of way she could make him happy.

“Ssh.” He used his other hand to stroke the top of her head. Then he ran his fingers over the twists of her braid. “Go to sleep.”

“Would it make you happy—” she yawned again “—if I was here every day when you came home?”

“Sure. I like seeing you.”

“I’d wait for you, every day. I’d wear whatever you wanted. Or nothing at all.” She still sounded sleepy, but then she shifted until she lay on her back. The hand around his wrist moved him lower until his palm was on her warm stomach.

“That… that would be nice,” he managed. Dammit, he had to get out of here. He couldn’t just sit here letting this girl get him hard and then go over to Kelly—

She moved his hand down even further until his fingers touched her pubic mound. It was warmer there. How hot would it be between her legs?

“Angel, I really have to—”

But then she laid a hand on his dick and squeezed him once, hard. He throbbed in response, his erection doubling in size. Groaning, he shifted on the edge of the bed trying — without trying — to get away.

“I’d wait for you, Mr. Sugar. And by the time you got home, I’d be ready for you. Wet and naked and ready.”

He let out another groan as the girl began massaging his dick through his pants.

“Angel, please—”

“That party, it’s tonight, right?”

“No, I—”

“I can hear the music. I saw the cars.”

“Fine. I was at the party. So what?”

“Are you going to fuck her?”

“That’s not what—”

“Don’t lie to me, Mr. Sugar.” Angel sat up on one elbow, retrieving — as if by magic — his already engorged cock from the confines of his pants. Then she began working her hand up and down the length of his dick, eyes never moving from his. “You were already hard when you got here. Not hard for me; hard for her.”

So she hadn’t been asleep. This was another one of her games; one he didn’t know the rules to and had probably already lost.

“So what if I am? You don’t—”

“I don’t mind sharing,” Angel said, cocking her head to the side, so her ear rested on her shoulder. “You can go fuck her if you want. Long as I get to watch.”

“Watch?” He sounded out of breath.

“Don’t you want me to watch?” Angel leaned forward and put her mouth to his ear. “It’s the least you can do. Making me wait all night. Not a call. Not a text.” Her voice dipped low. “Feel how wet I got waiting for you, Mr. Sugar.”

His fingers slid between her legs. She parted them for him, and a shudder raced through him when his knuckle touched the slippery folds of her sex.

“You gonna leave me like this? Wet and horny and all alone?”

Drew groaned again, pressing his eyes closed, and tried his best to will his dick to go soft.

It didn’t.

And, instead of moving his fingers away from that welling heat between her legs, he slid two of them inside her. Her eyes fluttered, and her breasts strained against her nightie as she inhaled deeply and then moaned.

Jesus, what the hell was he doing?