Flat-Out Sexy (16 page)

“I’m so glad Ryder is such a Boy Scout.”

He slapped the condom on his erection with a speed that impressed Tamara. If that wasn’t evidence of quick driver reflexes, she didn’t know what was.

“Turn around,” Elec told Tamara, his hands at her waist, encouraging the movement. “I want you to see yourself in the mirror.” He wanted her to see how beautiful she was, how flushed her cheeks were, how loose and free her hair was, and how dilated her eyes were. He wanted to look over her shoulder as he thrust inside her and see the pleasure on her face in the glass.

She didn’t even hesitate. Tamara just turned around and placed her hands flat on the countertop. Elec felt his cock jump in anticipation. God, he wanted her. Like he had never wanted another woman ever. It amazed him all over again every time he realized that.

Elec drew up the bottom of her skirt slowly, sliding his hands along the softness of her thighs, her hips. The position did beautiful things to her ass, her legs spread slightly, her backside pushed out a little as she bent over. It was all tight and inviting and he swallowed the gallon of spit that had suddenly appeared in his mouth. Brushing his fingers across her smooth skin, he dipped between her legs and stroked inside her, making sure she was still wet for him. She was, no doubt about that, and she gave a soft moan of encouragement that made his whole body tense with tight, hot want.

When he settled himself against her, and thrust deep inside her, they both moaned. Oh, damn, she felt good surrounding him with her slick heat. The angle heightened sensation for him, letting him feel her tightness as he drove good and deep. He liked the way his abs and his thighs bumped into her curves as he pulled in and out of her. A glance in the mirror showed Tamara, her eyes half closed, her mouth open, lips moist and swollen from his kisses, her hair falling forward as she accepted him, as she enjoyed him inside her. It was sexy as hell, her nipples peaking against her T-shirt, her hands pressed rigidly onto the countertop.

He knew when he hit a good spot, because her eyes snapped open and rolled back, and her heavy breathing actually stopped, her mouth open on a silent cry of intense pleasure. Elec pulled back and repeated and was rewarded with an expulsion of air from her mouth followed by, “Oh, shit, yes.”

When he did it a third time, she dipped her head, covering her face with her hair, and groaned loudly, the muscles inside her contracting on his cock. He thrust again and said, “Tamara, look in the mirror.”

“No,” she whispered, arching her hips backward as she came.

“Please … let me see you come,” he said, moving faster and harder. God, he was so close, so ready to explode inside her.

She actually did look up, tossing her hair back, and meeting his gaze in the mirror as she finished her orgasm. Her teeth were tearing into her bottom lip and her eyes were dilated, cheeks pink with exertion and desire. It was all he needed. Elec gripped her hips and pumped his way to a hard, shattering orgasm that had him gritting his teeth and losing the power of speech.

When he finally could speak again, his movements slowing, his back itchy with sweat and his fingers releasing their rabid grip on her hips, the only thing he could think to say was, “Damn.”

Tamara pressed her forehead against the mirror and she said breathlessly, “My thought exactly.”

RYDER looked at his ex-wife in disbelief over the dinner table. “Suz, I don’t think Tammy and Elec would appreciate me interrupting. They’ve been gone at least fifteen minutes, so clearly they are talking.”

“More likely they’re fighting. I should have never sprung this on Tammy. That was wrong of me. But I was hoping she would see that there’s nothing wrong with a little fun, you know? I want her happy.”

Suz was looking on the verge of tears and Ryder felt instantly horrible. “Alright, I’ll go check on them.” He’d feel like a giant jackass doing it, but he’d do it.

Excusing himself—not that Ty and Nikki looked like they gave a shit what he did, since they were clearly groping each other under the table—he stood up and went into his bedroom, expecting to find Elec and Tammy either talking or wrestling naked on his bed. It surprised him that they weren’t in the room, but were in his bathroom with the door shut. Maybe Tammy really was sick or something.

Ryder went up to the closed door, ready to knock, when he heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from his bathroom, punctuated by Tammy moaning, “Oh, shit, yes.”

Alrighty then. Guess he wasn’t needed to smooth out a fight. They were just smoothing it all out themselves.

And damned if he wasn’t a little bit jealous. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman badly enough to nail her in the john at a dinner party.

It had probably been since Suzanne, which really made him cranky.

Suddenly horny and annoyed, he went back out and sat down hard in his chair, saying, “They’re fine.”

“Well, what are they doing?” Suzanne asked, her forehead creased with a heavy frown line.

To which he just raised an eyebrow and stared at her.

“Oh,” she said, eyes going wide. “Ooohhh.” Her fork was halfway to her mouth. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Ty had heard the exchange and he looked at Ryder curiously. “Tammy and Elec? For real?”

“Apparently.”

“What’s going on?” Nikki asked. “Where are the other people?”

“In the other room,” Ty told her.

“Well, why are they in there and we’re in here? Is there something better in there?”

The poor girl looked so confused that Ryder almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

Suzanne clearly didn’t. “Because Tammy is in there making like her feet hate each other, and they don’t need us around for it.”

Ty laughed and Ryder couldn’t help but grin. Suzanne always had a crazy way with words.

It was too much for Nikki. She just frowned, then resumed chewing the plain iceberg lettuce she was eating. It was meant to serve as a topper for the fajitas, but she was just eating it all by itself and nothing else.

Ryder looked at Ty and said, “Dude.”

Ty gave him a sheepish grin. “I’m not in it for the conversation, that’s for sure.”

“I hear ya.”

“You’re both pigs,” Suzanne said.

Ryder was suddenly tired of the whole self-righteous act from his ex. “Why? Because we’re just honest about it? And for the record, if a chick says she just wants sex, all you women are like, ‘Woo hoo, you go girl, take what you want.’ But we do it and we’re pigs.”

“I’ve never known a woman who will tolerate grating stupidity just for sex. When women go for sex only, usually they do find something intriguing about the guy besides his penis. And talk about double standards … when a woman just wants to get it on, everyone calls her a slut.”

It was his fault for opening the door to the argument, but Ryder still didn’t feel like backing down. This was supposed to be his victory party and Suzanne had been kind of mean to him all night. He didn’t like feeling her bite when he hadn’t done anything wrong. “So you’re telling me that in between riding his jock, you found Carl intriguing? That’s amazing, because I didn’t think he could string two words together beyond ‘pass me the chewin’ tobacca. ’ ”

Throwing out the name of the first guy Suzanne had dated post-divorce was asking for fajita innards tossed in his face, but Suzanne just turned an interesting shade of red and mutilated her paper napkin.

“Who’s Carl?” Nikki asked.

“Just eat your damn lettuce,” Suzanne said. Then her shoulders slumped when Nikki looked like she’d been slapped. Suzanne said, “I’m sorry, Nikki, I didn’t mean to snap at you. Ryder has just made me furious. Men can be so stupid.”

“Oh, that’s so true,” Nikki agreed, giving a frown in Ty’s direction. “Men are
horrible
.”

Ty sat back in his chair and held his hands up. “What? What did I do?”

“The question is, what haven’t you done?” Nikki asked darkly.

The sunny and vacant blonde looked suddenly satanic. Ryder immediately felt better. The night was bound to get even more entertaining.

TAMARA bent over to retrieve her panties and tried to keep herself from smiling. She should be shocked, appalled at herself, ashamed really, that she had done something so completely tacky as to have a quickie with Elec in Ryder’s bathroom in the middle of a dinner party. But it just felt too good to feel bad. That had been amazing sex, and she knew beyond a doubt that if Elec wanted to have a repeat performance, she would let him.

He was grinning at her as he tucked everything back in and rubbed his hand over the top of his head to flatten his hair. “Now that’s the kind of victory celebration I’m talking about.”

She couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Congratulations.”

“Why, thank you, darlin’.”

“And a positive side effect is that my headache is gone.” Tamara tried to smooth out her hair, which was probably a lost cause. She threw it back up into a lumpy ponytail and called it good. “Thank you for the massage.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure. Whenever your head hurts, you just call me and I’ll see what I can do.”

Now there was the best form of pain relief she could imagine.

Tamara tugged the bottom of her T-shirt down and adjusted her skirt so everything was all back where it needed to be and wondered if she had blown it with Elec by canceling their date, then arguing with him about it. Because now that she had gone for round two with him, she couldn’t even remember why it had made sense to cancel in the first place. What exactly was she so worried about?

They weren’t talking long term or serious. It was just casual dating and, clearly, lots of really great sex. She wanted that, deserved that, needed that. As long as it didn’t affect her children, why couldn’t she enjoy herself instead of staying home every Saturday trying to make do with batteries?

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” she told him wryly.

“I’m that kind of guy.” Elec pulled a loose hair off her lip and tossed it in the sink. “Guess we need to go back out there, huh?”

“Guess so.” Tamara hesitated, annoyed with herself. Was she really going to go back out there without telling him she wanted to go out with him, on her terms?

Elec squeezed her hand and turned around.

She couldn’t let him just walk out, nor could she blame him for not asking her out yet again. He probably didn’t want to ruin the satisfying moment between them, and he had to be feeling a little rejected.

So she said, “Elec, if the offer still stands, I’ll go to dinner with you.”

He stopped and turned around, his mouth breaking out into a crooked smile. “Really? Well, alright then. That’s very cool.”

Now she had to be clear about what she wanted, yet somehow tactful. “Can we go to your place?”

“We can go wherever you want.”

“Can we be … discreet?” That didn’t sound great, but she didn’t know how else to put it.

She had thought he would question her further, but he didn’t and she refused to analyze what that meant. Hopefully it just meant he understood her reasoning. Not that she’d given him any.

But Elec just said, “Okay. We can do that. You want me to cook dinner for you?”

“You cook?” Not that it mattered. She wasn’t in this for the food, and if it meant they would not be seen in public together, she was definitely on board with that.

“I can handle myself in the kitchen. Nothing fancy, but I can manage.”

“That would be nice.” And now she suddenly felt shy for some stupid reason. “So Mondays probably work best for you, right?”

“Yep. Does early or later work better for you with getting a sitter?”

Yeah, her children. She needed to do something with them. “Can I let you know?”

“Of course.” Elec gave her a soft kiss. “Now we really should get back.”

This ought to be fun. Tamara tried really hard not to blush as they went back out through Ryder’s bedroom and reappeared in the dining room. Four pairs of eyes looked at them curiously and it was obvious that everyone knew what had gone down. Well, everyone except for Nikki.

“You two have been gone forever. What were you doing?” the blonde asked.

“Umm. Well.” Lord, Tamara was awful at lying.

“I gave Tamara a neck and shoulders massage and her headache is much better,” Elec said, casually dropping into his empty chair next to Nikki.

“Yeah, it’s much better.” Tamara took her seat, feeling heat in her cheeks and the weight of Suzanne’s curious stare.

“Can you pass me the wine?” Nikki asked Elec. “I want to see how many calories are in it.”

“Sure.” Elec handed her the bottle.

Nikki wrinkled her nose at Elec. “You smell like balloons. Like … what is that stuff they make balloons from?”

“Latex,” Ty said, struggling to contain a grin.

“Yeah, you smell like latex. Why?”

Tamara was going to die. She was going to slide down off her chair and collapse in a puddle under Ryder’s dining room table.

“They were practicing safe massage technique,” Ryder said.