Friends Wanting Benefits (23 page)

Reaching into his pants, she ran her fingers over his growing bulge then suddenly stopped and gave him a concerned look. "Wait, did you shower since you've been back?"

"Uh-huh."

She smiled, pulled him out and took him in her mouth. He gasped and leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

Eight days later, Victoria opened the door to find Ethan standing there and holding a dozen roses. She smiled and greeted him with a kiss.

After she put the flowers in some water, she returned to the living room and sat next to him on the sofa. "So what do you want to do tonight?"

"Talk." He frowned slightly.

"Talk?" She giggled.

"Yes, talk."

"No, seriously. Do you want to go for a swim or—"

"Victoria, um…" Turning to her, he brought his knee up on the cushion and put his arm on the back of the sofa. "I just got a job offer."

"That's great. Where?"

"Google."

"No way— Google." She shook her head and scoffed. "That's like a big deal. How did you pull that off?"

"I had an internship there last summer and I applied, but never heard back so I thought I didn't have a chance. When we got back from the cruise I had an email to call them."

"That's incredible." Smiling, she grabbed hold of him and gave him a hug. "We should celebrate."

"It's in Mountain View, California… Outside of San Francisco."

"Oh California… That sounds nice."

He took hold of her hand and looked into her eyes. "Come with me."

"What?" She looked at him shocked.

"Move there with me."

"I, um, I'm flattered, but—"

"I'm falling in love with you."

Looking away, she sighed. "Ethan, I really like you and we have a great time together, but my life is here."

"What life? Barely three weeks ago you were selling this house and living in Tampa."

After glancing at him, she sighed. "That was… That was a mistake. I was running from something and… Actually I'd been running from something since David died and then you came along and I, I just don't want to run anymore."

"So don't run, just walk with me. Walk three thousand miles away to sunny California." He gazed at her wearing a hopeful smile.

"And leave sunny Miami…" She giggled at her own joke.

"I'm serious."

"My parents are here. My friends are here. I'm a million years older than you are."

"I've never met anyone who makes me feel like you do. I'm crazy about you."

"I'm crazy about you too, but I just don't think it's a good idea."

"Well, I'll stay then."

"What?" She looked at him like he was out of his mind. "And not take the job at the fastest growing company on the planet."

"Yeah, I'll stay." He nodded wearing a determined look.

"No, you won't. I'd never forgive myself if you stayed. In fact, if you stay I will never see you again."

"What?"

She placed her hand on his knee and looked into his eyes. "But if you go, I will come and visit you and you can come back here and we can just play it by ear and have fun and, you know…"

Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair. "Shit."

"Look, you'll probably get out there and meet some twenty-two year old California blonde with a twenty-two inch waist who's an ex-Playboy Playmate and who turns your world upside down."

He scoffed, turning away from her and placing his feet back on the floor. "Yeah, right."

"I'm serious." After pausing a moment, she shook her head. "Or maybe you'll meet a girl who's Playmate hot who actually has a brain in her head. One who works at Google. You guys will get married and have like four math genius kids or something."

He broke into a chuckle then leaned forward grinning. "You're really crazy, you know that?"

"And if that happens just call me and tell me it's over. But until that time, I will come to visit you and when I come to visit you, I promise you'll have some trouble walking when I leave."

"Okay." He chuckled. "I think I'll be able to walk just fine, but okay."

"Oh, you think?" She roughly pushed him back on the sofa then straddled him.

"I do," he said, but this time a little unsure.

Pressing her lips to his, she kissed him hard, grinding down into his groin. They moaned and groaned as they kissed hard, her tongue sliding into his mouth then retreating and inviting his to follow.

Pulling back from him, she ran her hands down his chest then she went to work on the button of his shorts. Suddenly he wrapped his hands under her rear end and rose up from the sofa carrying her along for the ride like she weighed nothing at all.

"Wow."

"You're the one who won't be able to walk." He grinned.

"Oh, okay."

He walked hurriedly to the bedroom and deposited her on the edge of the mattress. Dropping to his knees, he lifted her legs in the air and held them there together and her skirt flopped down exposing all of her. He placed kisses starting at the back of one of her knees and trailing down her entire leg. She gasped when he pressed his tongue between her thighs and she spread her legs wide exposing her tiny blue lace panties.

He paused a moment to drink in the sight of her before placing two soft kisses on the inside of each of thighs. He moved his mouth to her and pressed his tongue to her lace-covered entrance. She groaned. He slipped his tongue around the side of the fabric and tasted her sweet wetness.

"Oh God, Ethan."

He pulled back from her then took hold of her panties. She brought her legs back together and he lifted them up and off of her as he rose to his feet. This time starting at her ankles, he kissed his way back down between her legs and pressed his tongue as far inside her as he could. She let out a long, slow breath and ran her fingers through his hair.

After exploring every inch of her, he pulled back and sighed as he gazed into her eyes. "I could lick you forever."

She simply nodded breathlessly as he slipped his hands into her shirt and ran them slowly over her abdomen until he reached her breasts. Sliding them under her bra, he gently squeezed her nipples as he moved back down and pressed his tongue into her.

She moaned, and her eyes drifted closed as he licked her from below her pussy to her clit over and over again while carefully massaging her breasts.

Victoria cried out, "Oh, yes."

Ethan extended his tongue deep into her. She closed her eyes tight and breathed out deeply. Reaching down, she pulled his head closer into her. He darted his tongue in and out of her as she spread her arms wide and took hold of the comforter gripping it tightly with both hands.

He pushed her bra up and off her breasts then took to toying with her nipples as his tongue wandered lower. She pressed her feet into the mattress and lifted her rear end up as he moved his hands under her to cup her cheeks. He lifted her higher still as his tongue swiped down and around her most sensitive of spots before returning to the center of her.

She gasped and her head flopped slowly from side to side with his unrelenting attention.

"Put it in," she cried out in desperation.

Pulling up, he released his hands from her and her bottom returned to the mattress. He made eye contact with her and gave her a quick smile before diving back down and lapping once more at her sweet juice.

"Oh, fuck." Spreading her legs wider, she pulled his head into her deeper and lay back moaning as he kept at it. Suddenly her orgasm was upon her and all at once she exploded with a huge climax that sent wave after wave through her loins.

"Oh, yes, oh… Oh," she cried out.

Without saying a word, he rose to his feet, pulled off his T-shirt and ripped down his shorts and boxer briefs. His erection sprung free and stood out from his body impressively.

Moving forward, he took hold of his shaft and rubbed the head all over her swollen clitoris. She moaned and gazed at him gnawing on her lip then whispered, "Yes."

Guiding his erection lower, he pushed it inside of her, but only an inch and she gasped.

She reached out and took hold of his length and pulled him deeper. He moved closer as she let go, and in one quick motion he pressed his thighs to hers. She gasped and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, holding still pressed up against her.

They made eye contact and her fingers lingered over his abdomen as he thrust hard inside of her. Faster and faster he pumped his length into her as he flexed his every muscle, desperate for his release. Sliding one hand under her leg, she took hold of his balls and gently squeezed, pulling and slipping a finger to his perineum. Suddenly, he gasped and exploded inside of her then slowly slumped on top of her, bringing his lips to hers as he slowly pumped up and down.

For the next ten days, Ethan practically lived at Victoria's house. The two made the most of their remaining days before he had to leave for California and his dream job. On their last night together, there were some tears and a lot of sex and a decent amount of cuddling as they fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day he returned home to spend his last night in Florida with his parents and brother.

Along with his family, Victoria saw him off at the airport and they promised to keep in touch. She was already looking at dates to fly out to visit him in September and he was planning to return home for Thanksgiving.

A few days later, Victoria was out shopping, and while walking past the Barnes and Noble on Sunset drive in Miami she spotted a familiar face in the window and smiled. On the back cover of the latest Jaclyn West novel was a picture of Jillian Grayson. Still kicking herself over not seeing her new friend that last morning on the ship, her smile morphed into a frown.

She purchased a copy of the book and headed home. Later that night, she sat out by the pool sipping a glass of wine and reading. Eight chapters in, she refilled her glass and returned to the book. When the sun finally set she had read another twenty-three chapters and could not believe she'd been at it for three hours straight.

Her rear end was sore from sitting in that same position and she was hungry, but she found herself unable to put the book down. In the kitchen, she made herself a snack and read while she was cooking. After enjoying a little more of the novel in the living room, she retired to her bedroom and polished off the last fifty pages. When she was finished, she wore a satisfied smile.

Holding the open book in her lap, her mind went back to memories of the cruise— her steam room experience with Ethan, then to all the ridiculous events surrounding her attempt to help Jillian relive that experience with her husband. She only wanted to help put a spark back in her marriage. After breaking into a chuckle, she flipped the page on the book and discovered the author's note. Jillian wrote a few paragraphs about her inspiration behind the book, mentioned that she loved to hear from fans and provided a contact email address.

She glanced at the clock and it was after midnight. After pondering the late hour, she shrugged, popped out of bed and headed to the computer where she sent an email which contained a short note mentioning the cruise along with her phone number.

The next morning Victoria was sipping tea out by the pool when her phone rang. She rushed inside to grab it.

A clearly feminine voice fighting to sound masculine said, "Agent Wilde please."

"What?"

"I'm looking for Agent Wilde."

Playing along, Victoria shook her head as a smile spread across her face. She replied in an official sounding tone, "Yes, this is Agent Wilde."

"Um, this is Admiral Green from the International America Cruise Lines."

"Yes, ma'am, sorry, I mean, sir what can I do for you?"

"I understand you assisted Captain Waterbrook during a recent investigation, and we need your help."

Victoria struggled to maintain a straight face as she replied, "Sure, just, um, tell me what you need."

"You see there's been an outbreak of streaking aboard one of our ships and the only images we have are of the suspects private parts."

"You are in luck. The bureau has just released a penile identification system, which can with one hundred percent accuracy identify a suspect purely using a picture of his junk."

"Wow, that's amazing," The pretend male voice replied on the other end of the phone.

"A penis…" Victoria snorted back a laugh, "… a penis, um, is just like a fingerprint— no two are identical."

The caller burst into laughter on the other end of the phone. "Sorry, I can't keep this up."

"Oh, I could go all day."

"I know you could."

"So, Jillian, how are you?"

"I'm good. My assistant got your email and forwarded it over."

"Sorry we didn't exchange phone numbers on the ship. What the hell were we thinking?"