Ozzy

I DIG INTO the homemade apple pie. “This was awesome, Siobhan. Thanks for such a great meal. Aiden here is lucky to have you as his mom.” I reach out and thump my assistant on the back.

Her cheeks pinken. “Why, thank you, Ozzy.” She turns her attention to her son. “And Aiden would do well to remember that.”

Aiden gives me a dirty look before popping more pie into his mouth. I decide to let the good-natured banter slide, and we enjoy the rest of the Thanksgiving feast. When we finish, I offer to help Siobhan clear the table but she shoos me out of the kitchen.

Grabbing a beer, I join Aiden and his sister and her kids in the family room. They’re gathered around a large television where the football game plays. The kids are too young to really participate, but the older one is learning the rules of the game from his dad.

This scene reminds me of how things were with my family in Puerto Rico, with my cousins and extended family. We’d watch the game and then head outside to party all night long. Usually with Tío Miguel playing on the guitar.

I sigh. Everything’s changed now.

Aiden captures my attention when he says, “I’ve noticed you’ve laid off the towel throwing at your shows.”

I mull over his statement. The last time I tossed a towel into the audience was when McKenna was in attendance. Ever since then, I’ve been too focused on writing ‘Take Me’ to even bring anyone up to the Penthouse. Or distracted by her. I shrug. “I’ve been preoccupied.”

Aiden turns and gives me his full attention. “With what, if not pus—” his eyes stray to the kids, “uhm, the ladies?”

I take a swig of beer. Might as well come clean. “I’ve been writing.”

“Really? Hey, man, that’s totally cool.”

I place the bottle on the side table. “Yeah. I think it’s a pretty good song. McKenna likes it.”

“McKenna, huh?”

I’ve had more fun with McKenna since I can’t remember when. And we’ve both been fully dressed the whole time. Well, mainly. I smirk, remembering a couple of early morning swims that ended up more fun than I had anticipated. If you consider self-torture fun. I’m certainly not in the market for anything long-term—and something tells me McKenna might be the long-term kind.

“She reminded me what fun is.” I pick up my beer again.

“I bet.” He snickers. “Guess I’m off the hook for giving her your home address.”

My hands knead together. So, he’s how she found out where I’m staying. She has some mad investigative skills. I lift my eyebrow and warn, “I didn’t say that.”

He grins at me and our conversation moves on to the game. When it’s over, I stand and say goodbye to the room. Specifically to Siobhan, I say, “Thanks for having me over for Thanksgiving. It means a lot to me since I’m so far away from home.” And I mean it. I kiss her cheek.

She hands me a container filled with enough food for three more meals. “You’re welcome here anytime, Ozzy.”

Aiden pipes up, “I’ll walk you out.”

Escorting me through the front door and out to my motorcycle, his eyes shine. “So, when can I hear your new song?”

Aiden’s a great assistant. “Stop by tomorrow at the house and I’ll play it for you.”

“Cool.”

We shake and I hop on Shirley. On the ride back to my place, I consider my newfound writing creativity. McKenna certainly woke something up in me when she took me to the dunes. It’s like I’ve been hibernating and now I’m wide awake. Because of her.

I shake off my last thought. No. She just took me out so I could enjoy myself again. Outside of the bedroom. I’ve certainly been living it up in there. By twos and threes. Then why didn’t my muse return until the girl with the multi-colored hair popped back into my life?

Walking into the house, Bans races to greet me. “Hey girl.” I scratch behind her ears. She’s the only girl worthy of my attention. Feeling the Thanksgiving meal settling around my torso, I ask, “Want to go outside and play?”

She barks and wags her tail. I give her some pieces of turkey and laugh. “C’mon, let’s go.”

We head outside and play fetch for a long while. The last time I throw the ball to her, instead of dropping it at my feet, she heads over to the grassy area on the side and plops down. Even with all this exercise, I still feel restless. My gaze lands on the pool.

After the meal at Aiden’s, more laps can’t hurt. I shed my clothes, dive into the pool and start swimming freestyle. Around lap twenty-five, visions of McKenna on the dune buggy and flying into the air at the indoor skydiving place yesterday start playing in a loop.

This needs to stop.

I need to fuck her again to get her out of my system.

I spend the remaining laps creating all sorts of scenarios where I seduce the delectable McKenna in random places, including this pool. Yeah, exactly what I need.

When I touch the wall for the last time, I stand up instead of swimming under the water to the other side. Bans is still sleeping so I walk up the side stairs. A slight noise to my left catches my attention.

McKenna stands by the patio table.

A smile creeps across my face. Maybe we can reenact the scenes that were running through my mind. Dripping onto the concrete, I stand with my arms to my sides. “Join me in The Lambada?”

She averts her gaze. “Don’t you own a bathing suit?”

I chuckle and walk over to her. “I don’t wear one in my own backyard, which is supposedly private.”

“I thought you’d still be at Aiden’s.”

“Nope.” She transfers a plate from one hand to the other, and I crane my neck to check it out. “What you got there?”

“Oh.” She looks down and then her eyes widen. I’ve come to a halt in front of her and she gets an eyeful of all of me. “I brought you a treat.” She shoves the plate into my stomach.

“Oof.”

“Sorry.” She pulls the plate back to her body.

Deciding to give her a break, I head to the shelves and pull out a towel. Wrapping it around my waist, I return to her side. “A treat? For me?”

She nods, the newly-dyed pink streak in her hair catching my attention. I twirl my fingers in it, water dripping from my arm.

“Yes. I thought you might enjoy it for Thanksgiving. I was going to leave it on your patio table.”

My lips part. “Very thoughtful.”

She chuckles. “Yeah. That’s me. Thoughtful.” She pushes the plate forward again, careful not to make contact with my body. “Here you go.”

Through the plastic wrap, it looks like some sort of cake. “What is it?”

She turns her head toward Bans. “Something I made. I hope you like it.”

Even though I’m still stuffed from dinner at Aiden’s, I open the wrap and break off a little piece. I give it a quick sniff. Could it be? I put the bite into my mouth and savor the sweetness. “Tres Leches?”

“I found a recipe online.”

“McKenna, this is amazing. Different from what my mother makes, but muy delicioso.” I reach in and take another piece, larger this time. “Did you try it?”

“Yeah. We had it for dessert tonight, with pumpkin pie. I thought it was pretty good, but I don’t have a basis of comparison.”

“Did you enjoy your holiday?”

“Yes.”

“Great.” I steal another bite. “I’d eat this whole thing, but I just came back from Aiden’s and I’m stuffed. That’s why I was swimming—needed to work off Thanksgiving calories.” I pat my stomach.

She giggles, but it sounds self-depreciating to my ears. “You look like you could lick the plate clean and still not have an ounce of fat on you.”

I moisten my lips. “I can think of something I’d like to lick all over.”

Her hand plants directly on my now-dry pecs, her finger tapping a steady beat. “You.”

I grab her wrist and hold it on my chest. “And you.” I take the plate from her other hand and place it on the table.

“Well, I was only going to drop this off and leave, so I should be going.”

Now that she’s here, literally in my grasp, she’s not going anywhere until we reenact my fantasies from the pool. “Stay.”

She takes in a harsh breath. “No, I really have to go.”

Wrapping my fingers around her wrist, overlapping my thumb and middle finger, I lean to her ear. “Dance with me.”

“There’s no music.”

“McKenna, you’re in the home of a music man.” I drop her hand and pick up my cell. After tapping a few things on the screen, some seductive Puerto Rican music comes over the sound system. “Now this is music. Do you know how to salsa?”

“Not really.”

I teach her the basic steps. Soon, we’re moving in time with the Latin beat, hips swiveling in harmony, my towel flapping against my legs. I twirl her and she bounces around, a big smile across her face. The beats animate my hips as I keep time with the rhythm. When the song ends, another salsa comes on and we continue this way through four more songs.

Huffing, she exclaims, “No more! I need a break!”

I twirl her one last time, then pull her in for a hug. “Thank you.” I move damp hair off her forehead and kiss the space between her eyebrows.

Beside me, she stiffens. Her hand slips down my shoulder. I want her much more compliant than this. Like how I remember her, all wild and freaky.

I kiss her cheek.

“Ozzy,” she says on an exhale.

My next kiss lands on her lips. I move mine over hers in exploration while the playlist changes to a more sultry rhumba. My hands frame her face, thumbs skimming her cheeks.

Angling her head to the side, I deepen the kiss, offering her my tongue. She opens for me and her tongue swirls against mine. Fireworks go off inside my head. My cock stirs to life underneath the towel.

“More,” I growl.

“God.”

I pull back. “Nope. But I’m going to make you see heaven tonight.”

She blinks, then a giggle escapes her luscious mouth. “Does that ever work?”

“Huh?”

Her hand slides down my chest, stopping above my belly button. “Keep your lines for the towel girls, okay?”

I grab her hand and bring it down over my hard cock. “How about this? Do I need to keep this under wraps, too?”

Her fingers curl around my cock so the outline of my erection is clearly visible through the towel. “Well...”

I don’t wait for her to finish her sentence. My arms go around her waist, landing on her ass. Squeezing, I pull her tight against my body.

Her lips latch onto my nipple ring, which causes my balls to tighten against the fabric of the towel. Releasing the ring, she tilts her head up.

Two can play at this game—and win. My fingers reach for the bottom of her shirt and lift it up her body, over her arms and toss it somewhere on the concrete. While the fingers on my left hand play with the generous cup, my right reaches behind her. Ping! Her bra comes undone and it joins her shirt on the ground.

I flick her nipple. “Better. Now we’re both topless.” I bend down—way down—my mouth circling her pebbled nipple over and over. And over. Her back bends so her tit is pushed closer to my mouth. Only then do I close my teeth around it.

“Oh!”

“Like that?” I nip it again.

Squirming in my arms, she gasps, “Yes.”

My hands return to her ass while my cock pushes at her stomach. Leaving her delightful tits, I return to her mouth and devour it.

Her breathing comes in rapid pants. We need to be horizontal. Or at least with some kind of surface behind us. The chaise looks perfect.

I pick her up and walk over to the chair and sit, pulling her body across my now naked one. Somewhere from there to here, I lost my towel. Whatever.

I trail kisses down her neck and return to her full tits. D cup, if I’m not mistaken. And all natural. I knead one while suckling on the other. Long pulls followed by short nibbles cause her body to writhe in time.

My hand slides downward and around her full hips. Curvy. Not all bony like some of the stick figures who have graced my bed. No. McKenna’s all woman. As I reach for the zipper on her skirt, her hand closes around my cock and I lose all sense of place and time.

Collapsing back onto the lounger, I can do nothing more than watch her work her magic on me. “One of us needs to get naked. Now.”

She lowers her eyes and licks her lips. “Looks like one of us already is.”

I bite her pink nipple. Standing her upright, I tug on her skirt and work it down her legs, finally dropping it on the ground to take in the beauty before me. She’s wearing lacy pink panties, which match the streak in her hair. “Do you match your hair and your panties on purpose?”

She bites her bottom lip. “I like to be color-coordinated.”

Chuckling, I quip, “You give new meaning to matching the carpet with the drapes.”

She giggles while my free hand reaches out to the elastic around her waist, but she stops me. Whatever. We’ll get there soon enough. Redirecting my path, I pull her down onto my lap so she’s straddling me. “I can smell how turned on you are.” I inhale. “So good.”

Her hips roll in a circle around my cock and her finger snakes down to play with my Prince Albert piercing. Large latte eyes meet mine. “Wow.”

“The ladies love it.” Shit. Never mention other women when you’re with one, you idiot.

Her tone drops lower than the ground. “Oh.”

Her face goes from sexy and turned on to closed off in an instant. The next second, she’s off my lap and, in a whirl of clothing, somewhat dressed and racing away from me. At the side gate, she pauses.

“I’m glad you reminded me when to throw in the towel. Happy Thanksgiving, by the way,” she says, her hand at the latch.

Then, just as unexpectedly as she blew in, she’s gone.

Naked and alone, I collapse onto the lounger that was the scene of a much more fun tryst moments ago. Running fingers through my hair, I mumble, “You may not have deserved what Teresa did to you, but you sure as hell deserved this.”