Indulgence (322 page)

A loud bang on the driver’s side window made them both jump.
Sam’s grimace was a thing of beauty. Like a multicolored piece of swirling
blown glass, his face contained every emotion Gina could think of: rage,
revulsion, envy and jealousy. The last one was best, she thought. Best thing
about it, she’d hurt him, and she hadn’t even been trying.

Armando was quick to start the truck and move them down the
street, leaving the foursome faux bikers in a cloud of gray dust.

“I take it you two have some history,” he said as he shifted
into third.

“You could say that.”

“Is it history or present?”

“Most definitely history. Sam’s married, just didn’t bother
to tell me until after he’d gotten what he wanted.”

“Ahh,” he said as he leaned back in the seat but continued
driving. “One of those.”

“That’s usually the type I attract.” She couldn’t believe
she’d just said that.

“I disagree. I’m not like that guy and I’m definitely
attracted.” He kept his eyes on the road as the truck bounced along the dark
road. If the engine hadn’t been so loud she was sure he’d have heard her heart
pounding.

Then common sense began to flood into Gina’s head. She
cautiously said, “Look, I’m not sure about all this.” Her body was having a
temper tantrum and using strong language too. But she pushed herself to
complete the idea. “Perhaps you have me wrong.” She halfway hoped he thought it
was a joke. No doubt he knew exactly what kind of girl she was.

He turned and looked back at her, studying her eyes. “I
don’t quite know why my sister hangs around with some of the people she does,
but you’re the exception. You seem to have a lot more going for you. Ever
thought about making different choices? It’s dangerous down here.”

Tell me about it.
“You don’t know anything about me.”

“No, I don’t. But I sense you aren’t anybody’s fool,
either.”

“Are you kidding me? You actually need an explanation as to
why I want to spend time with her? She’s your little sister, for Chrissakes.
You saying she’s too good for me or the other way around?”

“I’m going to make Mia turn her life around if it kills me.”

“Well, it might just.”

He paused, started tapping on the skinny black steering
wheel. They’d come to a stop sign. “Which way? I know Mia lives to the right.
Where are we going, Gina?”

The street dead-ended at the stoplight. Left would take them
to Gina’s apartment. He was going to make her tell him again, as if perhaps she
was having second thoughts.

Hell, yes, I’m having second thoughts.
“I said Mia’s
house. You heard me.” She tried to sound defiant but it sounded stubborn.

“You going to sleep naked with my sister?”

“I never said anything of the sort.” He was starting to
irritate her.

“Well, how about I help you get those pajamas, then?” He
turned and sent a smile she felt all the way to her toes.

“Why do you do that?” she asked.

“Do what?”

“Make me say stupid things. Make
me
make the
decision.”

“Honey,” he leaned over and gave her another soft kiss. “
I’ve
already decided. But I’m not into forcing the lady, if you know what I mean. Up
to you, no hard feelings either way.” He fed her another gentle kiss.

No, there wouldn’t be any hard feelings. But she knew she’d
regret not taking him up on what he was offering. Maybe just a little harmless
sex wouldn’t be so bad. After all, Sam and the boys had messed with her tonight
and hadn’t even been very nice about it. Just a little mind-blowing sex.
Revenge sex. Sex without strings. There was something about this man she knew
she could trust, if she would allow herself.

A car behind them honked at their lack of response to the
light change. He didn’t move a muscle, waiting.

“Left,” she finally blurted out. His scent made her eyes
flutter.

“Ah, she chooses wisely.”

“That’s rather egotistical, isn’t it?”

He chuckled and shifted into second when the truck backfired.
She jumped in reaction. “It’s been suggested a time or two,” he said.

“I’ll bet.”

“I like a woman who knows what she wants.”

“Why is that?” She knew immediately it was the wrong thing
to ask. Things were spinning out of control in a hurry. She halfway expected
his answer.

“Because,” he grabbed her hand and pulled it to his mouth,
kissing her knuckles, “she won’t be afraid to tell me what I need to do to
please her, with or without the pajamas.”

He knew she was aroused by the way her eyes widened when
he’d kissed the back of her hand. He could see them having sex together, a
satisfying and painful thought because of the Tomahawk missile between his
legs. It was difficult driving the truck, reaching over the wheel to shift with
his left hand because his right hand was entwined with hers. And as long as she
hung on to him so tightly, he damn sure wasn’t going to let go. She watched the
tangle their hands made together as his fingers reached up towards her chest.
He touched her with the backs of his knuckles right above the deep neckline of
her fuzzy dress.

And best thing of all, she let him.

As he snaked one finger down her front, Gina closed her eyes
and licked those bright red lips. Ordinarily, he’d want to wash off all the
makeup she wore. He liked women plain but beautiful. But tonight, he knew he’d
take her either way and her hot come-on looks were turning him hotter, which
surprised him. He was as excited by her puffy crimson lips as the mounds of her
breasts heaving under his fingers.

If a little rub right there made her shudder and moan, what
would she do when he did something with his tongue? He was starved for the
taste of her. Suddenly he wanted to be planted deep inside, making her melt in
his arms with ecstasy.

He was weaving over the roadway and knew it was dangerous,
so he pulled over and into a deep shoulder, put the truck in neutral and yanked
the hand brake. He’d forgotten to turn off the radio he and Fredo had listened
to on the way over, and the crackle of the Eighties Mix made him feel just like
he’d felt in high school. He was back on that infamous date with the Homecoming
Queen, the one whose father wouldn’t allow them to date afterwards because
Armando was Hispanic and Mary Jo and her family were very lily white.

It had been years since he’d wanted someone this much He
turned off the ignition and slid over, pressing her back against the passenger
door, throwing a knee between her legs and riding her thigh as he kissed the
soft places under her chin and behind her ear. He wished he could take his time
with her, make love to her all night, but, if she didn’t stop him, he’d nail
her right here in the front seat.

He liked that she wasn’t as urgent as he was. He’d halfway
expected her to rip his clothes off, but she seemed to hold herself back. Her
kisses were long, though. She inhaled his tongue and lingered against him
everywhere they touched, which he took as a definite sign she was just as into
him as he was into her.

He smoothed his palm up against her thigh and towards the
center, rubbing up and down her panties. She arched back and raised her knees
slightly. Unless he was completely misreading the situation, Gina wanted him to
take her now.

“You want to do this here?”

She sighed, lacing her fingers through his hair, then,
tracing down his nose with one provocative finger. She took his face in her
hands and breathed, “Anywhere.”

A car passed them and honked. Armando figured it was someone
who saw the steamy windows, the silhouette of two people beginning to get it
on, and recognized Fredo’s truck.

Another Team Guy.

“Back seat?” he asked, thankful for the four-door beater,
but hoping she wouldn’t notice the condition of the compartment. Before he
could warn her, Gina was up over the back of the front seat, her luscious ass
practically in his face as she dove to the bench behind. The unmistakable sound
of hamburger wrappers and milkshake cups being tossed to the floor and crushed
didn’t dampen his ardor.

She crouched for a second, removing something from her bra,
he thought, stuffing it in her purse. Up on the seat, she quickly slipped her
dress over her head and shoulders and wadded it up as a pillow under her head.
She lay there in her black panties and bra, feet still encased in the red spike
heels, waiting for him to do the rest. And she held a little foil packet in
front of her.

Nice.
Because Armando had forgotten to replace the
one he’d used.

Armando had a little more trouble getting over the seat back
due to the size of his package, which hung like a lead weight next to his
thigh. He must have been as big around as his arm. At least that’s the way it
felt.

As he covered her body, her fingers found his zipper, and he
was glad she was quick, her urgency beginning to grow. God, it made him ache
for her even more. He felt her fingers squeeze his buttocks as the cargo pants
slid from his waist down to his knees. He kicked off his shoes and removed his
pants the rest of the way. She lay back, putting one long arm under her head
and letting the other rest on the back of the second seat, holding the condom.

Her flat stomach showed she’d worked to have that hard body.
Her thighs and rear were fleshy, just like he liked them. Skinny girls were a
turnoff. He liked women sexy, but not fragile.

He slid his palm under the top of her panties and squeezed
her sex. Her chest made a beautiful bow in the moonlight as she gave herself to
his hand, as she spread her knees apart and begged for penetration.

He put one finger inside her and she inhaled. Her legs were
trembling as he heard their combined breathing, as the rush of passing
motorists and car lights swooshed through the night air. He rimmed her opening
and slowly dipped his head, pulling aside the lace trim of her panties and
kissed the outsides of her hairless lips.

Gina jerked with each stroke of his tongue. Her moist slit
tasted like honey. He watched her head thrash from side to side and her own
hands squeeze her breasts together. He loved it when women touched themselves.
He inserted his tongue fully.

“Oh, please,” she said in a whimper. It moved him that she
was in such need of tender touching and kissing. He kissed her again, rubbing
his tongue up and around her clitoris.

She gasped. “More.”

“Yes. Tell me what you want,” he heard himself murmur.

“Inside.”

“Yes, very soon. What else do you like?”

“I like this.” She reached down between them and gently
guided his hand, pressing two of his fingers deep inside her. Her moan turned
him to granite.

“Yes. Good girl,” he said with difficulty. “Does this make
you come, Gina?” His balls were on fire as he watched her writhe beneath him,
helping him pleasure her with his two fingers.

“Almost.” He loved watching her barely able to keep from
coming apart. She was barreling over the cliff.

“Save it for me, okay?” He suddenly wanted to come inside her
at precisely the same time as she did. For some reason, it was important.

“Can’t wait much longer,” she whispered.

He rimmed her opening when she removed her grip. She was
reaching for his cock, smoothing the muscles of his lower torso. He watched her
beautiful skin shudder in the diminished light and reveled in the need she
showed him. He bent down and licked the long slit of her sex again and kissed
her nub. “You taste so good,” he said over her moan. He bent and laved her
again.

“Please,” she begged.

“Honey, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he said. He
watched as she gave him a sultry smile. She knew he was teasing her, making her
wait. And he knew that the longer she waited, the harder she would come.

“Please.” She grinned. “Fuck me, Armando.”

He liked the sound of his name on her tongue. He usually
didn’t like women to talk dirty to him, but coming from Gina’s gorgeous lips,
he loved it. Leaving a finger inside her, he leaned over and kissed her neck,
her breasts through the black lace bra. Then he found her mouth. He heard her
muffled moan, when she must have tasted her own juices as they kissed.

Her sparkling dark eyes in the evening light called to him.
He placed both hands next to her face and gently bent down and kissed her
deeply. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed her sex against his
package. Without either of them using hands, his unit found her. They both
paused as he poised at her opening.

He was overcome with the need to be careful with her, for
some reason. He remembered the packet she held. It bothered him to break the
moment, but he had to use protection.

Gina tore the top open with her teeth and had the condom
coating him in seconds. She ringed his girth and fondled his balls, giving them
a gentle squeeze that nearly sent him into orbit. Then she removed her hands,
placing them above her head.

Again, his package found her. She arched to accept him, her
chin extended and her lovely neck bared. He slid his left hand under her head
and brought her face to his as he watched the pleasure of his entrance in her
lovely brown eyes.

“Oh God,” she said. “Oh…” Her voice bounced as he rode her
slowly at first, then faster. He released her breasts with the front clasp of
her bra and sucked hard on her nipples. His pace quickened as he thrust deeper
and deeper, her legs squeezing tightly around his waist. He could feel her red
high heels against his back. He was going to explode in a few seconds, but not
before she did.

She clenched down on him and he began to lose control. “Come
for me baby,” he whispered and Gina screamed and began to shake. She pulled his
head down and kissed him hard, moaning. Armando began to lurch as he plunged
deep inside her. God, he’d never wanted to screw a woman so deep, so full, so
hard. For several delicious moments they jerked and writhed as he let his
orgasm fuel hers. He caressed her skin and wanted to kiss her everywhere as she
moved against him, as she gave herself up to him.