Full Circle (38 page)

After he texted that he was on the way home,
Lisa, Daniel, and Zach had helped her clean up before taking off.
But not before Daniel gave her one last, short pep talk about
introducing Mark to her new arsenal of toys.

In preparation, she’d moved them from her
panty drawer to the top drawer of her nightstand. It would be a lot
easier to get to them there, especially if things escalated the way
she thought they might when Mark got home.

There had been a bit of urgency behind his
texts, and, with Mark, urgency usually meant sex.

She trembled in anticipation. How would he
react when he saw her new toys? She could almost see the look on
his face now. One of surprise, but also one of power. An expression
that said he was both pleased that she wanted to indulge his
fantasies but also that he planned on showing her just how much
pleasure he could give her for doing so.

She clicked on the TV, needing something to
distract her mind. Otherwise, the waiting would drive her
crazy.

Twenty minutes later, she heard his footsteps
on the stairs.

She sat up, hugging her knees to her chest,
ready.

And then he was there. Her sexy,
larger-than-life man. He entered the bedroom and met her gaze as he
set his bags beside the door.

“Hey.” He smiled, but the gesture was more a
hungry display of salacious seduction than a show of happiness and
affection.

“Hey.” She let go of her legs and let them
fall Indian-style to the mattress.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed
it to the floor as he crossed the room toward her.

His lips met hers, and she practically pulled
him down on top of her.

“I missed you,” he said, between kisses,
pushing his hand under her tank top.

“I missed you, too.”

In the fiery rush that followed, as their
clothes fell away and he rolled on top of her, held down her arms,
and claimed her body, she forgot all about the toys. This moment
was about welcoming her man home. About untamed love and unbridled
passion. Devotion conveyed through swift and furious affection.

She gripped him with her legs, drove her
nails into his back when he finally released her arms, and held on
tight as he drove into her hard and fast, making her cry out with
every thrust.

Afterward, neither could move for a long
time. He lay on top her, his skin slick with sweat, both of them
panting.

Finally, he kissed her neck then pushed
himself up on his arms. This time his smile
was
one of
happiness and affection. “I’m going to grab a shower.” He bent and
gave her a quick kiss.

She sat up as he rolled to the edge of the
bed, stood, and then disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later,
the shower turned on and she heard the glass panel click
closed.

She glanced at the drawer on her nightstand.
She wanted to show him what she’d done. That she was ready to
explore his fantasies with him. Now.

With a quick glance at the sliver of light
shining between the partially closed bathroom door and the frame,
she took a deep breath and hopped out of bed. Yanking open the
drawer, she pulled out her stash and tossed everything on the bed.
Then she grabbed the Adam and took it with her as she eased open
the bathroom door.

Mark had his back to her, and the bathroom
smelled of sandalwood. Mark’s soap. Shampoo suds trailed from his
hair, down his neck, over his cut shoulders. The muscles of his
back rolled under his skin as he brushed his hands forward and back
over his scalp.

She quietly opened the glass door, set the
Adam on the built-in stone shelf, and glided up behind him, lightly
brushing her palms over the back of his shoulders.

He stilled then glanced over his shoulder,
blinking as suds slid past his eyes. The dimple cut into his right
cheek as he smiled.

“Hungry for more?”

“I’m nowhere near satisfied.” She slicked
suds down his back, letting her fingers linger on the tight swells
of his ass. He really did have a fine ass.

And it was time she gave it the attention it
deserved.

* * *

He could barely breathe as she massaged his butt,
pressing the front of her body to his back as she did, rolling her
taut nipples against his skin. He couldn’t see her, but the way she
was moving reminded him of the way a belly dancer moves, only much
slower, and only with her breasts, not her hips. Sexy as hell.

She was different tonight. More seductive.
More in control. The power was in her court, and she wasn’t afraid
to wield it.

He liked that.

Her fingers slid between his cheeks, and he
had to press his hands against the wall in front of him as a wave
of arousal rocked him forward.

He moaned, dropping his head between his
outstretched biceps. Trails of sudsy water rained down from his
hair.

She released him then slithered her hands
around to his cock and balls as she pressed her groin against his
ass.

He’d come less than fifteen minutes ago, but
damn. He was ready to go again. Growing hard and swollen.

He watched her delicate hands fist and stroke
him. Tiny soap bubbles coated both his cock and her fingers, making
the friction slick.

“Hold out your hand,” he said, picking up his
bottle of shower soap. He poured some in her palm then groaned when
she gripped him and went back to stroking, harder this time,
working the slippery lather between her hands.

Then her left hand disappeared, reappearing a
second later from between his legs. She’d reached under him from
behind to cup his balls, but as she did, she rubbed the heel of her
hand against his perineum.

He saw stars, flexing his arms and legs to
keep him upright as his knees quaked.

The fingers of her left hand slid back.
Farther still. Until her middle finger found his anus and began
rubbing in small circles.

Oh God. Holy fuck.
He’d dreamed of
this, but he’d begun to think it was something she’d never want to
do. He didn’t know why she’d waited until tonight to go down this
path, but he was grateful she’d finally gone there.

“Is this what you want?” Her voice was soft
yet commanding, and every hair on his body stood on end at the
power she had over him in that moment.

Both legs shuddered as her finger pressed
inward.

He gasped, nodded, licked his lips.
“Yes.”

“What’s it feel like?” She took her time,
just as he had with her in Chicago, gently letting just the tip of
her finger enter him.

His hands became claws, his nails scratching
the stone tiles. “Good. It feels good.” He could barely talk as he
gasped for air, his toes curling and flexing.

No one had done this to him in a long time. A
long damn time. And doing it to himself was like giving himself a
massage. It didn’t feel nearly as good as when someone else did
it.

Her right hand continued to stroke as her
left pressed between his cheeks.

“Stop me if I hurt you,” she whispered,
letting her finger delve deeper.

“You’re not . . . you’re not
hurting me. Jesus, Karma. I didn’t think . . .” He
grunted as a wave of euphoria whipped through him, causing him to
weave forward and back. “I didn’t think you wanted this.”

She pressed her cheek against the back of his
shoulder. “I just needed time to figure out what I was doing.”

Hallelujah for her doing her research!

“Trust me, you’re doing fine. This
is . . .” Another shock of arousal rocketed through
him, stealing his voice as her finger stroked home base. “Jesus!”
His whole body shuddered, his muscles contracting violently. “Right
there. There . . .”

God bless her daring desire to please him!
The tip of her finger hit the spot again. And then again.

And then he was a goner.

Everything went dark as his entire body
convulsed and he shot his load against the tiled wall.

Karma cried out behind him, and when he
opened his eyes again, he was on all fours, his cock still
emptying.

“Mark! Oh my God, are you okay?” Karma was on
her knees beside him, one hand on his back, the other holding his
shoulder.

All he could do was moan and hold his eyes
closed as his cock pulsed several more times, his abdomen jerking
through each contraction.

“Mark?”

He finally sucked in a long, heavy breath,
opened his eyes once more, and smiled. “Where did you learn
that?”

“What?” She shook her head as if dispelling
brain fog. “Mark, you fell.” She stared at him with wide eyes. “Are
you okay?”

He’d come so hard he’d fallen to the floor.
Maybe that was why everything had gone dark for a second. He’d
almost passed out.

“I’m fine.” He took several deep breaths then
unsteadily pulled himself to the bench in front of him and leaned
his back against the cold, wet wall as he reached for her hand. She
took it, and he helped her onto his lap. He needed his arms around
her, her body against his. “Where did you learn how to do that?” he
said again.

She bit her lip and smiled, relaxing. “I’ve
been reading.”

He drank in her face. Her beautiful, adorable
face. “That must have been some reading.”

Warm water still rained down over them from
the oversized, square showerhead, but he was in no hurry for their
shower to end.

Her cheeks flushed red, and she looked over
her shoulder and bobbed her head toward one of the shelves. He
could just see the profile of something black and red poised on the
edge.

“I’d intended to use that, but
then . . .” She giggled as if at herself. “Then I
got a little carried away. That was, uh . . . just
wow. I thought I’d be squeamish, but then I saw how you reacted,
and it turned me on, and then I couldn’t stop.”

He kissed her, letting his lips linger on
hers. “You have my permission to get carried away like that any
time you want, baby.”

Her shy but proud smile warmed his heart.

“But . . .” He pushed her to
her feet and stood. “Now I’m curious what this is.” He crossed the
small space and picked up the black and red object. He’d seen
something like this before but had never used one.

“It’s called the Adam.” Karma took it from
him and held it up. “It goes in like this, and this little curly
thing . . .” She pointed at one of the slender
plastic curls that extended from the base. “This presses against
your scrotum. And this presses against your prostate.” She pointed
to the other end. “I guess men who’ve used this say it gives them
really powerful orgasms. The strongest and longest they’ve ever
had. You can even walk around with it in. I guess it can be pretty
intense.”

The longer she talked, the bigger his smile
grew, until finally she cocked her head at him and said,
“What?”

“Nothing, Miss Mason. I’m just amused that
you seem to have found something
you
can teach
me
.”

“The student becomes the teacher?”

He pulled her into his arms. “I think I’m
going to like being your student.”

“Will you bring your teacher a shiny red
apple?”

“If that’s what she wants.” He reached around
her and shut off the water. “But right now, your student is
famished.” He pulled two warm towels off the rack and handed her
one. “And for what he has planned for his teacher tonight, he’s
going to need a lot of energy.”

“Is he now?”

It felt like the remnants of one more
crumbling barrier had come crashing down, and even though one still
remained firmly in place, he’d take what he could get. And right
now, what he wanted to take over and over was Karma.

“Yes,” he said, slinging his towel around her
like a rope and tugging her to him. His gaze tore into her.
“Fucking burns a lot of calories. And I plan on fucking you all
night, especially if you help me use this.” He pointed to the
contraption she referred to as the Adam. “Are you up for that?”

She grinned and skimmed her palms over his
chest. “I’ll just say this. I’ve missed you
a lot
in the
last month.”

“Then I have a lot to make up for, don’t
I?”

“Mm-hm. And I’ve got more where that came
from.” She pointed to the Adam.

“More?”

She nodded. “A lot more. You and I have quite
a night of experimentation ahead of us, baby.”

“Then, by all means, let’s hurry up and eat
so we can get started.”

He took her hand and led her from the shower.
He was so close to having it all. His future was right in front of
him, just outside his reach.

Just past the lone specter still haunting
him.

Carol.

Chapter 24

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single
step.

-Lao-Tzy

Mark paused Bride Wars on his office computer,
grabbed his phone, and hit Rob’s speed dial.

He’d run Rob’s advice from the night of his
mom’s birthday party over and over in his mind all week. What if
Rob was right? Maybe he needed to talk to Carol. In hindsight,
they’d never really talked about what happened eight years ago.
Like Rob had said, they’d yelled at each other, their emotions too
high to think reasonably and truly listen, and
then . . . nothing. They’d had virtually no contact
beyond the occasional run-in at the annual arts benefit, where they
avoided each other like men avoided Medusa.

But Carol wasn’t attending this year’s
benefit, according to the current attendee list he’d coaxed out of
his dad. Thank God for small blessings, since he was going with
Karma.

“Hey, man. What’s up?” Rob said.

“I think you were right,” Mark blurted
without offering a greeting.

“Okay, this sounds serious. What was I right
about?”

“Carol. I think I need to talk to her.”

“Ooo-kaaay. What brought this on? Don’t tell
me it was the immersion therapy.”