Mitch heard the doorbell ring and frowned. He glanced at the time. Who the hell could be visiting at seven on a Wednesday night? The sky had gone pitch black, the twinkle of stars and a half moon giving bits of light in an otherwise unforgiving darkness.

The weather remained clear and crisp, and it made swimming under the stars a luxury. Since making use of the pool the past weekend, he’d gone swimming or sat in the hot tub each night since.

It made dealing with sleep easier, because hell if he could close his eyes in that bed without remembering the ecstasy—hell yes, ecstasy—of coming inside Becca Bragg. The same woman who had professed to not liking him, then screwing his brains out and ending with a mild thanks.

He couldn’t believe she hadn’t contacted him since. Nothing. Not a word, a text, not even a message from her kid. As if she’d had her way with him and left him on the end of a wham, bam, thank you, man.

He wished he didn’t feel so hurt over the fact. What kind of pussy minded when a hot woman banged him into an orgasm?

Still, he was giving her until Friday. Then he planned to march himself to her side and have a conversation long overdue. Like, when would she consent to letting him have her again?

He fished himself out of the pool, quickly dried himself as best as he was able, then threw a robe on. Best not to open the door stark naked. He grinned at the thought. Between the inevitable shrinkage, making his manly parts less than they should be, and the uncomfortable cold, walking around the house without clothes on in November wasn’t something he wanted to do. Not unless he had Becca around to warm him up.

He swore as he stalked to the door. It had to be Deacon, the only person he could think might approach. Unless… He slowed down. What if Linda Madison or one of the other pushy moms had his address?

The doorbell rang again. He tightened the sash on his robe and told himself to man up and deal with his visitor.

A glance through one of the sidelights had him taking a second look. He opened the door. “Becca?”

She blinked at him. “Um, hi.”

The stood in silence, each staring at the other. The breeze wafted past his cold feet and up his legs. “Come in.”

He closed and locked the door after her, not sure he wasn’t still fantasizing. “Becca?”

“Sorry. I probably should have called.” She bit her lip.

He wanted to kiss the sting all better. Instead, Mitch cleared his throat. “Want something to drink?”

“No. Well, maybe.”

“Here, give me your jacket.” He took it from her and hung it in a closet too big for just one man.

Not liking his sudden sense of loneliness, Mitch turned and walked to the kitchen to gather his thoughts. “How about something warm?”

“Do you have hot chocolate?”

“That I have.” He put a kettle on the stove to heat, then stared at her, the kitchen island between them. “To what do I owe the honor?”

She looked adorably sweet. Beautiful, sexy, and flustered as she watched him. “Are you okay?”

He frowned. “Should I not be?”

“Well, I heard you’ve been missing practices and kind of down. And I wondered… If maybe…” She audibly swallowed. “Did I do something to make you feel bad?”

Flummoxed, Mitch could only stare. What the hell was she talking about? He hadn’t missed any practices, and she’d done nothing but send his hormones racing any time she so much as breathed.

“I’m good. Was just swimming, actually.” He took note of something else. “Where’s Simon?”

“He’s sleeping over at a friend’s house. They have a test tomorrow, and he’s studying.”

“Ah.” She had no reason to rush home. He smiled.

She gave a hesitant smile back. “You’re okay then? I think your brother was worried about you.”

Deacon, you sorry bastard. I owe you one. “Well, I have been feeling a little neglected. See, this hot chick came over to my house the past weekend, stripped naked, nearly made me come from staring at her, then used me for a good minute or two. I came so hard so fast I can’t remember.”

Her face continued to pinken.

“Then she never called. I think maybe I got a thank you. That’s it.”

He parted his robe and stared down at himself, not surprised to be erect with Becca around. “Now I can’t stop getting hard when I think about it. But I must not have been any good because the chick won’t call me.” He sighed. “They never call after they have what they want from me.”

She kept staring at his cock. He wanted to laugh.

She not only appeared mortified, she didn’t blink. “Uh, I, uh… You see, I would have called. But then…”

“It’s mesmerizing, isn’t it?”

She whipped her head up. “You’re an ass.”

“No, honey, I’m a dick. A big one.”

She burst out laughing. “Okay, I had that coming to me. And don’t say it!” she warned before he could make a terrible twist out of “coming to me.”

The kettle whistled, and he retied his robe, then prepared each of them a cup of hot cocoa. He set a can of whipped cream on the counter, then thought of a better use for it later on.

She focused on her mug and took a sip. “Oh, this is good.”

“I don’t skimp on my cocoa.”

“Nice.”

He watched her lick her lips and withheld a groan. “So, you’re here to cheer me up because I’m down?”

She set her mug on the counter and scowled. “Your brother came to me with a sob story about you being depressed.” She stopped and studied him. “Are you okay?”

“Kind of.”

“What’s wrong?” She was so cute, so concerned.

“Well, I’d have to show you.”

“What?”

He couldn’t wait any longer. “I was going to give you until Friday, but since you’re here, come with me.”

She let him lead her down the hallway. “I wondered if you were tending your flowers.”

“I read some gardening books. I’ve been trying, and they’re still alive.”  He continued to his bedroom and walked inside.

She followed him like a lamb lead to slaughter—or in her case, seduction. “What did you  have to show me?”

“This.” He dropped his robe. “I can’t stop thinking about Saturday night. It was too quick. I want a do-over.”

She gaped. “A do-over?”

“Yeah. I’ve replayed the scene and there’s a flag on the play. First down all over again.” He grinned.

She grinned back. “Seriously? Football references for sex?”

“Becca, it was too fast. I didn’t get to kiss you much. No sucking your nipples into hard points, no fingering that soft pussy, no licking you until you scream.” He smiled, pleased her eyes grew darker. “Are you telling me you haven’t thought about Saturday?”

“Maybe.”

“And you didn’t wonder what it would be like if we did it again? Hell, maybe that first time was a fluke. Let’s see if we can make it even better.”

“How do I know you haven’t already tried to make it better with someone else?”

He could see her regret the comment the moment it came out. The woman sounded jealous. For once, he liked the possessive sound.

“Not that I care,” she hurriedly tacked on. “But I’m all about safe sex.”

He nodded, playing along, conscious of her stiff nipples under the thin sweatshirt she wore, of her increase in breathing, and her concentrated stare that played havoc with his cock. He felt her gaze like a warm breath all over his body.

“Fine. Let’s have ‘the talk.’” He loved that she couldn’t seem to stop staring at him. “I haven’t been with a woman in over six months, not since I broke up with my last girlfriend before retiring. I’ve only ever used condoms with my exes, and I don’t cheat. I’m not a fan of infidelity, no matter if I’m married or dating or whatever.” He figure he might as well tell her the whole of it. “Deacon was married to a user who cheated on him, and it hit him hard. Hit me hard too. It’s tough to know who to trust when you have money and fame. Not bragging; it just is.”

“I understand.”

“I think you do.” He paused. “You didn’t tell anyone about us, did you?” He didn’t see her using him as a stepping stone of any kind.

She shook her head.

“I didn’t either. And for the record, I haven’t been depressed mooning over you.” It surprised  him to feel angry over the lie. “But apparently you haven’t been mooning over me either. What the hell, Becca? Do you jump every guy in a bathing suit, then leave him with nothing but a thank you?”

She looked less embarrassed than angry. “No. For your information, I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. And the sex was awful, if you must know.”

Shocked, he asked, “With me?”

“What? No, you were amazing,” she snapped. “I just… I don’t know. I was in lust with you. There. I said it. You made me—I mean, I had an orgasm in two seconds. It’s embarrassing, okay? I liked having sex with you. It was raw and dirty and fast. And I loved it.”

“So did I,” he growled, not sure why he felt so angry when he was hearing what he’d wanted. “But I don’t know why we can’t do it again.”

“We can. I guess.”

She didn’t seem convinced. “You guess?” Mitch slowly approached, and with each step, Becca seemed to grow tenser. “How about I persuade you?”

“H-how?”

He reached her, tilted her chin up, and kissed her until neither of them could breathe. His dick was so hard it threatened to snap off, and an image of her going down on him nearly had him taking himself in hand.

Once he’d broken from the kiss, he murmured, “Now why don’t you get naked and get in that bed, and I’ll show you exactly why you should let me inside you again. And yeah, I’ll wear a condom. You don’t have to worry about babies. No diseases either. I’m clean.”

“So am I.” Her breathy voice had him kissing her again.

He was cupping her full breasts as they parted, the need to feel her flesh under his palms overwhelming. “Take off your clothes.”

Becca paused. Did she want him to beg? Because he would do anything to have her again.

Then she put her hands at the base of her sweatshirt and waited. And watched.

 

 

Becca wasn’t sure what had happened. Mitch didn’t seem to know why she’d arrived, but he wanted a repeat of Saturday night. And he seemed irritated that she hadn’t called.

That annoyance made her feel worlds better about their time together. Apparently, he’d been just as done in by their sex as she’d been. But why hadn’t he called her?

She stripped down to her bra and panties and asked.

“Why? Because I was trying to be a gentleman and let you lead. But fuck that. I want you naked.”

Becca shivered and slowly removed her bra.

Mitch’s gaze stripped her completely bare. Despite her panties and the blush she couldn’t help wearing around him, she felt naked. Vulnerable.

The feeling accompanying her arousal, the intense emotion for a man she didn’t know as well as she should… She didn’t know what to call it, how to label their association.

But right now that had to wait, because Mitch slowly knelt at her feet, planting kisses on her belly and lower. He nuzzled the front of her panties, then dragged them down to her ankles.

She stepped out of them at his prodding and widened her stance. “What are you—Mitch!” She threaded her fingers in his hair and moaned as he kissed her between her legs, his tongue seeking that taut bud, licking and sucking.

She teetered on the verge of orgasm before she knew it, and when he thrust a thick finger inside her and teased with his mouth, she came.

The burst of sensation had her dizzy. Then Mitch carried her to the bed and moved over her, his hard body caging hers.

He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips.

“You’re sweet,” he whispered and tongued her ear.

She arched into him, amazed to feel herself readying to go again, so soon after that explosive orgasm. He massaged her breasts and thumbed her nipples, and the shocking pleasure had her curling her toes.

“You’re beautiful, Becca.” Mitch stared into her eyes, the connection one she couldn’t ignore.

She stroked his cheek. “So are you.”

He didn’t say anything more. But his kisses told her what he wanted. More pleasure. Drugging desire. The man’s mouth was lethal. She kept brushing against his shaft but couldn’t get him to come inside.

“In me, Mitch.”

“Not yet.” He played with her, his hands large and callused and so damn good over her body.

There was nothing but Mitch for her here. No worries about the future or the past. Just sexy Mitch and his hot body taking control, holding her on the precipice of painful pleasure. The need to climax hovered so close…

He moved away from her to don a condom, but she stopped him.

“Let me.”

He watched her with narrow eyes, then rolled to his back and handed her the packet.

She wanted him to feel what she had. Trusting him on a level that surprised her, she stroked his body and kissed her way down his dense, muscular chest. Past the corded abs that promised such strength, and followed the trail of hair to his long, thick cock.

He hissed as she grazed his balls, then uttered her name like a prayer as she blew a breath over his cockhead. He was big, his slit wet. No doubt Mitch wanted her, and that power she held over him was itself an aphrodisiac. That a man so beautiful and strong would tremble in her hands made her want to prove something. To show him he’d need her every bit as much as she needed him

She closed her mouth over his tip and smiled when he shouted and cupped her head. A burst of moisture filled her mouth, and he pleaded with her to stop and turn around.

“Not gonna last,” he warned, then thrust deeper into her mouth as she bobbed over him.

Fondling his sac while gloving him with her mouth, she sensed he’d reached the point of no return. Leaving him to roll the condom on, she watched his chest rise and fall, heard the swearing and the promises of retribution.

But when he switched positions and had her flat on her back once more, there was nothing but tenderness in his gaze and a slow, purposeful taking as he thrust every inch inside her, filling her full. 

“Faster,” she begged, but he would not be rushed.

He pushed until he couldn’t move any deeper, then retreated until only the hint of him remained before thrusting again. The excruciatingly slow pace made her crazed, and then he slammed inside her once more, and she came.

She cried out, lost in passion, and felt him moving with fast, sure strokes. Then he groaned and stilled, kissing her shoulder, her mouth, her neck. He pumped one final time and stopped, shivering over her.

“God, oh God. Fuck. Becca.” He continued to chant her name, then gathered her into his arms and hugged her tight.

After some time, when they both could breathe again, he withdrew and left for the bathroom. He returned cleaned up and tucked them under the covers. “That was… Okay, I’ll just say it was amazing. Like I plugged my dick into an electrical socket.”

She chuckled. “So romantic.”

“What can I say? It’s true.”

She snuggled into his arms, not at all alarmed at how close she felt to him just then. “You feel so good inside me. I can’t believe I came twice.”

He rolled onto this back, letting her rest on top of him. “Twice? Honey, we’re nowhere near to being done.”

“You think anyone will notice when I’m walking bowlegged?”

He laughed. “Well, if you can walk out of here tomorrow and not be sore, then I’m not doing my job.”

She jolted. “Tomorrow?”

He just watched her. “Why not? You said Simon’s sleeping over at a friend’s house. Unless you have a date tonight or something else going on, why not stay with me?”

“No date.” She frowned. “I don’t know what kind of impression you have of me, but I don’t sleep around.”

He smiled. “Good to know.”

“I wasn’t lying. It’s been over a year since I was with someone.”

“And it wasn’t good sex, I believe you said.”

She sighed. “He wasn’t any good, no.”

“Did you guys have chemistry? Or was he just bad in bed?”

“You really want to know?” Oddest conversation she’d ever had with a man after doing the deed. At the thought of men and the deed, she wondered that she hadn’t thought about Neal at all until now.

“Uh oh. What’s that panicked look?”

“I was just thinking about Neal.”

“Neal?”

“My husband.” She stared at Mitch, aware she had to work to recall Neal’s face. And she should have been more bothered about that fact.

“Simon’s dad?” Mitch tucked her hair behind her ear, his gaze gentle.

“Yeah.” She sighed. “Man, I’m not very good at the after-sex talk, am I?”

His eyes crinkled in laughter. “Not at all. You suck. And not in a good way—not like before.”