Peyton

By Friday, I’d let go of the disappointment that Simon wasn’t going to come with me to the barbeque at my sister’s house tomorrow. I had to; otherwise, I wouldn’t enjoy our date tonight. And after he’d stopped by earlier in my office, I knew he was just as anxious as I was.

I didn’t know what I’d been thinking to have invited him to the barbeque in the first place. My sister would’ve asked a thousand questions and embarrassed both him and me. And then there were my nieces. They would’ve been all over him. I couldn’t picture him being comfortable in a family scenario. Hell, he probably would’ve shown up in a suit and tie. Within the first few minutes, his hand-tailored threads would have landed a stain from some condiments—or worse.

Yet his rejection had stung. Not for the first time, I realized that at the end of whatever we were calling this, I’d be hurt.

It wasn’t his fault, and I didn’t blame him. And even while recognizing I’d most likely have bruised feelings once he left for good, I wasn’t about to stop it.

The moment he showed up, all overanalyzing halted. Judging by the way he was backing me into the bedroom, he’d prefer to skip any talking as well.

“Do you care if we wait on the food?”

I threw my arms around his neck. “Not at all. There’s always eating it in bed later.”

He kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I’m becoming a fan.”

Then all talking ceased as he trailed his lips down my throat, peeling off my jeans and panties in the same motion. He pushed me gently onto the bed, and then his face dove for my pussy. No gentle kisses or teasing, just a man possessed with devouring me completely.

“Ahh,” I moaned as his lips fastened around my clit, sucking the engorged nerve center before he added fingers to the sweet torture and spread my legs further.

“God, how I love your pussy.”

He flattened his tongue, licking through my slit and leaving no part of me untouched. His fingers curled towards my front wall, stroking the spot which had my toes curling. Then he added his thumb on my clit, and I incinerated. White light sparked in my brain while my body spasmed with a powerful orgasm.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his face hovering above mine. “Hi,” I said.

“Hi. Do you want to eat now or wait?”

I grinned, pulling his mouth down to mine. “I can wait.”

“Good. I’ve had fantasies of having you ride me all week.”

“Yeah?”

He sucked my lower lip between his teeth erotically. “Yeah.”

I sat up, losing my shirt and bra, an act that caused lust to take over his features.

“Your turn to get naked, Brexy.”

Both his brows shot up. “What did you call me?”

“British and sexy. Brexy.”

He grinned while stripping out of his suit. “When did you come up with that?”

My hands traveled the planes of his chest. Mesmerized by his incredible body, I completely zoned out on his words. “Sorry, what did you say?”

He chuckled. “I asked when you came up with my nickname?”

“Mm. The first time I caught sight of you in the check-out line. And you are.” I trailed my tongue down to his nipple, enjoying the way he sucked in his breath when I flicked it with my tongue.

“I’m what?” his voice sounded strained.

“Both British and sexy. Now lay your hot body down on my bed.” His physique was a work of art. Something I couldn’t wait to explore further.

He smirked, lying in the middle of my king-sized mattress. “Yes, ma’am.”

I crawled up the length of him, caressing my hands over his rock-hard calves, up to his muscled thighs, then licking up the length of his impressive erection. Then, because I felt as though they hadn’t gotten the attention they deserved, I lavished my attention on his balls.

“Christ.”

Mm. He clearly was a fan. Next, I kissed up his abs, marveling at how defined they were. Then up his chest, sucking on one nipple after another. His entire body was tense. Wired and waiting for my next touch.

In one of his hands was the foil packet. I grabbed it, tore the wrapper with my teeth, and suited him up slowly, relishing the way he grew as I did. Then I hovered over him, guiding him into my heat, one inch at a time. Taking him deep and then holding there, pleasuring in the absolute fullness of him. I leaned forward to take his lips while his hands settled on my ass.

“You feel amazing,” I whispered, nipping his ear before moving back so I could start to undulate on top of him. After rising up, I slid down on his length, enjoying the play of emotions over his face. One of his hands settled on my hip while the other reached up to caress my breasts.

“Lean back and play with yourself,” he breathed.

I was happy to comply, loving the way I was on display for him. I felt sexy riding him, taking him to the brink while touching myself, an act that brought me to the same edge. His eyes locked on the place we were connected, where I was circling my clit. I moved faster, chasing my orgasm now. As if sensing I was close, he put both hands on my hips and then moved me with frantic motions. His actions grew harder until I cried out, a wave of pleasure rolling through me. My pussy gripped him tight and demanded he come with me. He didn’t disappoint, thrusting his hips up and climaxing deep inside of me.

I collapsed on his chest, still breathing heavily and enjoying the sensation of his hands running over my back. This man was putting me in serious danger of becoming addicted to him.

“It’s always so bloody good,” he murmured.

“It is.” I’d wondered if perhaps it would start to wane. But instead we remained at the hardly-waiting-to-tear-one-another’s-clothes-off stage.

He rolled me to the side, pulling out, and then giving me a fantastic view of his ass as he jumped out of bed to get rid of the condom. Next thing I knew, he was standing by the bed, putting on his boxers with another frown.

“What is it?”

“Am I shorting you on the date thing? Would you rather go out for a fancy dinner and do something? I don’t want you thinking this—” He motioned towards the bed. “Is only about sex.”

I wasn’t sure where his words were coming from but found reassurance in his statement that his feelings were more than physical. “Honestly, I like Chinese food in bed with a movie on TV. And this is more to me, too.”

He bent down, kissing my lips.

After gorging ourselves on Chinese food, we found The Matrix on my bedroom television and snuggled in my bed to watch. It was the first time we simply lay there without agenda. I peered up at him from where I had my head on his chest to see how he was doing with it. I didn’t see Simon the type to simply lie around doing nothing. Yet he seemed content and was watching the movie.

“What?” he asked, noticing my glance and squeezing me closer.

We’d both donned our underwear because eating egg rolls while naked felt weird, in his words. I found the remote and paused the movie. “I’m curious to see if you’re experiencing work withdrawal.”

I’d thought he’d laugh, but instead he sighed. “Even I need a break once in a while.”

I scooted up, allowing us to be face to face. Apparently, my teasing had fallen way short. “I’m sorry for assuming otherwise.”

His expression looked pained, reminding me that I could say the words freely while he couldn’t. He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Don’t be.”

“So, if this was a regular Saturday night, and you were in New York City on a break from taking over the world, what would you be doing?”

“Working out in the gym in my building. Perhaps attending a social engagement which had networking possibilities.”

“With a date?”

“Maybe.” He looked mildly uncomfortable at the question.

I tried not to feel jealous. “And you’d take her back to your place after?”

“No.”

He squirmed in discomfort before finally admitting, “It’s easier to leave if you’re not in your own place.”

“So no long-term relationships for you?”

He grinned. “You mean it hasn’t been obvious before now? How about you?”

“One serious boyfriend in college. All four years.”

“What happened?”

Despite the fact I’d gotten over him years ago, I didn’t like to talk about it. “He wanted to travel. Study for his Master’s at Oxford.” Implied was that my inability to fly had ruined the relationship. “We were young. That’s the longest relationship, anyhow. After that, there was nothing serious.” I found the older I got, the pickier I became.

“Where did you and your sister live after your parents passed?”

“We stayed in the same house. You should’ve seen this town. Neighbors mowing lawns, food for months on end, volunteer pickups for me after school, free services like gutter cleanings. This town was amazing. She still lives there in that house, now with her husband and kids.”

“You two are still close I take it?”

“Very. How about you? Any siblings?”

“No. I was an only child.”

“Do you and Emma hang out outside of work?” Since he didn’t have family and she seemed the closest to him, I wondered if they were friends outside of the job.

He shook his head. “No. Emma prefers to spend time alone when she’s not working.”

“Is that what you prefer, too?”

“I used to.” He rolled me over, pinning me to the bed. “But since I met you, I get lonely when I spend the night without you.”

I waited for the humor to show on his face. When it didn’t, I realized he was being serious. My hand reached out to touch his face. “Maybe I won’t be the only one sad when you have to leave,” I murmured, not meaning to have voiced the thought out loud.

“Peyton—”

I wouldn’t let him finish. It was what it was. I hadn’t meant to make it more. So I reached out and started tickling him. “Nope. No more depressing thoughts.”

But he didn’t react to my tickling, which made me the prime target when he turned the tables. I shrieked in laughter, my body responding with jerky movements with his amused face above me.

“I’m not ticklish, but it appears you are very.”

Cooper apparently thought he heard his owner in trouble and wanted to come to my rescue—if you could call it that. He jumped onto the bed in the middle of the melee, nuzzling Simon to get to me. Thankfully, he wasn’t much of a guard dog and didn’t bite. But it did have me in hysterics.

Though Simon was laughing, too, he tried to console the dog. “Your mum is okay, big guy. I promise.”

Finally, wiping my face from the tears of my laughter, I ordered Cooper off the bed and onto his own. Then I got up to give him some love pats for semi-coming to the rescue, and for his trouble, I gave him a bone.

Simon was still grinning. “Am I taking his place in the bed for the night?”

“No. He’s too big, and I tend to be a bed hog.”

“Can’t wait to find out if that’s true.”

***

I woke up with Simon already out of the bed, and the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. I was back to naked and delightfully sore in all the best places. While I threw on a short robe, I saw Cooper was gone from his bed, too. As I puttered out to the kitchen, I could hear Simon’s low voice.

“I have no idea how many scoops of food you get mate. But two is all you’ll get from me until I can verify with your mum that you’re not using those sad eyes to get more than you should. Bollocks, I can’t stand your pathetic look like you’re starving. You can have three, but don’t tell her.”

His back was turned as he scooped another cup into Cooper’s bowl and patted him on the head.

I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing. Standing in my space, dressed back in his suit, but with his feet bare and his shirt open, he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen.

He was also quite sweet with my biggest love. “He gets two cups,” I said and watched Simon turn to see me leaned up against the door jamb.

He smiled at me and then nodded towards Cooper. “Can’t blame him for taking advantage.”

I walked towards him and put my arms around his body. “Sure can’t. What does bollocks mean?”

“It’s an expression. Like a curse.”

“Hm. But what does it mean?”

“The literal meaning is balls.”

“I imagine it’s not the sort you bounce?”

He grinned. “Nope.”

“So you just blurt out BALLS, basically as a curse?”

“It’s not the literal meaning. It’s more when something is frustrating.”

“What about bugger? I think I heard that once on British television.”

“It’s a bit worse than bollocks, but same thing.”

“More like saying fuck?”

He looked amused by the conversation. “Sort of, but not really.”

“Would I ever say bugger you or bugger me. Or he’s a buggering bugger?”

He threw his head back in laughter. “No. Please don’t. Especially never say bugger me.”

“Why, what’s the literal meaning?”

He appeared mildly embarrassed. “Up the arse.”

“Well, then. You really can’t have Americans running wild with British words, can you?”

He was shaking his head, still smiling. “No. Definitely not.”

“Do you have time for breakfast, or do you need to go?”

Regret was in his expression. “I have to go. I did let Cooper out and make coffee, though.”

I dipped my head, kissing his chest. “My hero.”

His hands skimmed down my back, rubbing gently. “I was thinking.”

“About?”

“What time is the party at your sister’s house over?”

“No set time. Probably by eight. That’s when we’ll start getting the girls ready for bed. Why?”

“I should be finished by late afternoon. Five o’clock at the latest. I could come by. If you still want me to.”

My smile came easily. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized how much it would mean to me that he’d want to meet my family. “I do want.”

“Then I should probably keep my toothbrush here for tomorrow morning, too.”

Now I was in danger of doing a ridiculously obnoxious happy dance. I settled for another kiss to his chest. “You won’t hear any arguments from me.”