Johnny Loves Krissy (9 page)

Arriving before Johnny, Krissy sat in her car for a minute. Ridiculous, she was nervous about seeing him. Hell, she'd seen all of him this morning. It had been difficult to obey the rules yesterday, nearly impossible today. Her smile dropped from her lips. Regis did absolutely nothing to stop her body's betrayal. Not only did it respond to Johnny, but now it seemed to crave him.

Music drifted around the side of the house. Obviously, Casey had control of the stereo. Drew tolerated Casey and her obsession with country music for a limited time before he suffered her wrath and changed the tunes.

Johnny's truck roared up behind her. She glanced in her rearview mirror. He smiled but sunglasses hid his eyes. The dark hair framing his face was slightly windblown. Her heart thumped. Damn, the man was hot.

He slid out of the truck, and she stepped from her Saturn. His easy swagger reminded her how he didn't rush as he thrust deep inside her, how he paused a moment before slowly pulling out, savoring the sensation as he would the first sip of fine wine. Liquid warmth pooled in her pussy. He lifted the sunglasses and their eyes met and held. A rush of fluid soaked her panties.

Johnny chuckled. “We're not going to pull this off if you stare at me like that in front of the others.”

“I'm sure thinking that you're turning me on feeds your ego, but I'm not wet.”

“Liar.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders just as he would do if they were walking into Stu's. Only tonight, she stiffened. The intoxication of his cologne hit her senses like a Mac truck. Pleasure streaked from nipple to clit. She was in trouble. She wanted him. Now.

The pulsing heat between her legs skittered up her spine and settled in her cheeks. Johnny's laugh told her he knew exactly what she was thinking.

When they walked into the house, Ryan and Shelby were arguing in the kitchen. Johnny handed Krissy a soda, kept one for himself, and put the rest in the fridge.

“Soda?” Drew came in from the patio dripping water on the floor. He took a beer from the fridge and handed it to Johnny.

Johnny stood next to Krissy. “Thanks, but I'm sticking with soda tonight.”

And he was worried about her blowing it. Normally Johnny would have a beer and ask about the women in Drew's life. Basically, Johnny was a laid- back guy.

“Have a beer.” She slugged him in the gut and stepped away. “I'm getting my suit on.” She walked out of the kitchen, hoping he would get the hint. The Johnny they all knew drank beer, teased, and didn't hover in her space.

Johnny took off his shirt, grabbed the beer, and went out onto the patio. He needed his senses dulled just a bit.

Ryan stood at the small gas barbecue grill flipping burgers. “Hungry?”

“I already ate, but thanks.” Johnny tipped his beer to his lips and made his way to the hot tub.

“How's Krissy's search going?” Casey asked. “Has she found
Mr. Perfect
to father her baby?”

Johnny set his beer on the edge of the hot tub and stepped over the side. Steaming water foamed and swirled. “Nice.” He settled against a spot with a jet pulsing into his back. “She still plans on having a baby.” He finally answered Casey when she stared at him impatiently waiting for a response.

“You've got to talk her out of this,” Casey said.

“I'm not getting involved.” First bold- faced lie he'd ever told to the gang. No doubt the first of many over the coming months.

Krissy came out of the house, and Shelby wrapped her in a hug. “Hey, girl.”

Johnny tracked Krissy's movements as she flitted about the patio. Draping her towel over a lawn chair, setting her soda on the table, until finally she glanced at the hot tub. Their eyes locked and held. Her skin blushed as if he'd actually touched her. Thankfully, his lower half remained hidden under the churning water because her creamy smooth skin, pebble- hard nipples and tapered thighs sent all the blood from his head into his groin.

“How's the water?”

“Get in,” he said.

She sucked in a sharp breath. She could no more hide her response to him than he could his to her. He held out his hand, and she took it, trembling at the first touch. Then she tightened her hold, stepping over the side and into the water.

Johnny put his hand on her hip to steady her. Once she found her footing, she moved two feet away from him, claiming a jet for her own.

“Johnny said you're still looking for Mr. Perfect.”

Krissy laughed. “He'll definitely have to be perfect.”

Johnny refused to look up. He kept his gaze on the bubbles stirring and frothing into interesting shapes, anything but glance at the woman occupying every one of his thoughts. He loved everything about her. And if he met Krissy's eyes, Casey would see right through him and their secret would be out.

Sometimes he swore he could smell her when she wasn't around. He found the slight gap between her teeth charming. The way she worried her lip between her teeth turned him on. He wanted those lips wrapped around his cock. Maybe that could be a rule they broke today.

“I've found someone,” she said, and his eyes snapped up.

“Oh, my god!” Shelby had been listening while watching Ryan man the grill. “So what is he like? Are you sleeping with him already?”

Krissy traced the letters on her soda with her fingertip. “He's stubborn, yet compromising. Handsome, not arrogant or conceited. At this point, we're not talking about the future, although I doubt he'd ever walk away.”

“He sounds great. Where did you meet him?” Casey asked.

“Actually, I've known him for a long time.”

“Did we go to school with him?” Ryan had his left hand on Shelby's hip and his right held a spatula to flip the burgers. “Maybe I know him.”

Johnny coughed.

“You okay,” Krissy asked, sidling closer to him. He nodded. She turned her head and glanced back at Shelby and Ryan. “You might, but I'm not giving names.”

Under the water, her hand brushed his thigh. Blood drained from his head into his groin. Whatever she was thinking, he was in no condition to play along. Keeping his hands off her was hard enough, hard being the optimum word. Sitting next to her while she wore her bikini had him on the edge of reason, ready to say fuck it, lift her onto his lap, and impale her on his dick.

“When can we meet him,” Ryan asked. “I want to see who you suckered.”

“I didn't sucker anyone. I actually gave full disclosure.” Her fingers grazed the front of Johnny's swim shorts.

“Are you satisfied?” His eyes locked with hers. She fisted his cock through his trunks. Air rushed from his lungs. He leaned his head back, gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes.

“Yeah, was he good?” Shelby asked.

“Are you okay, Johnny?”

He snapped his eyes open, glared at Krissy, then smiled at Casey. Her furrowed brows softened. Too bad his cock hadn't.

Krissy snatched her hand away.

“I'll be fine. The hot tub feels great.” He rolled his shoulders.

“Stimulating,” Krissy said, nodding.

Johnny willed his erection to heel. As long as Krissy sat next to him, teasing with her innuendos and wandering fingers, his determined cock wasn't going soft.

“I'll find a way to get you back for this,” he whispered so only Krissy would hear.

“This is payback. I'm not going to be able to watch Regis anymore.”

She pushed her steam- dampened hair away from her face. The motion caused her breasts to rise above the water.

“That's it.” Water sloshed over the side as he stood. “I'll be back in a minute.” He stepped out of the water and quickly covered himself with his towel.

“Where are you going?” Krissy spun in his direction.

“Bathroom.” Out of temptation's range.

In the house, Drew leaned against the fridge in the kitchen speaking on his cell phone. He pointed to the front door, mouthed the words, “Hot chicks.” He held up two fingers, smiled a lecherous grin and walked outside.

Breathing out a deep sigh, Johnny wandered down the hallway. Drew had moved into the condo six months ago. He'd made some changes. Sterile white walls now had muted abstract prints, though nothing ranked as a masterpiece. But the pieces broke up the monotony from one room to the next. Two bedrooms, one served as an office with a desk and computer, the other was Drew's bedroom. Across the hall was the bathroom. Johnny stepped into the laundry room because the window faced the hot tub. Just as he noted Krissy's absence, her voice sounded behind him.

“Are you lost?” She crossed the small room to look out the window. Shelby and Ryan were arguing over something. Shelby's hands spoke a language of their own. Krissy laughed and Johnny lost what was left of his self- control.

Chapter Six

What Rules?

The tension shifted in the room. Johnny's breathing changed. Before Krissy's heart had a chance to skip a beat, Johnny pinned her against the wall. Hot and demanding, his lips found and parted hers. His tongue snaked into her mouth. Tasting. Savoring. Stroking the texture, he sucked on her tongue while pulling a moan from her chest.

“Kissing is against the rules,” she said, arching her body closer to his. Angling her hips, she nestled his incredibly hard cock in the apex of her legs. Heat bloomed in her pussy, and her clit ached. Flutters swarmed in her tummy and desire, white hot and intense, surged through her. She moaned when his palm found her breast and his thumb stroked across the peak. Her nipple tightened to the point of pain. She needed more. “Oh, and so is touching.”

Johnny understood her plea and pulled the tie behind her neck. The top fell forward. With insistent lips, he tasted his way down her neck, feathering kisses over her collarbone, until he latched onto her nipple. Krissy moaned and sagged against the wall. His velvety tongue rasped over her taut tip. Sensation streaked, like lightning, down her spine and centered in her clit. Moisture slicked her folds, knowing the pleasure Johnny could rain on her body.

Opening wide, he closed his mouth over her breast, encasing her sensitive peak in warm, wet heat. Working the flesh with his jaw, his tongue flicked the tip. Electric shocks reverberated. Chills broke along her arms as her body warmed. Both shivering and melting.

“Watch out the window.” Johnny stepped away from her and shut the laundry room door. “It doesn't lock,” he said, coming back to her.

The dark, dangerous gleam in his eyes sucked the breath from her lungs. Dipping his head, he kissed her again. Then she was lost.

She twined her arms around his neck. Chest to chest, hot skin slithering against hot skin. She gasped as his tongue rimmed the edge of her ear. Gentle nips of his teeth made her tremble.

“I could've pulled you onto my lap in the hot tub, tugged your bottoms out of the way and slammed you onto my cock, you had me so hot.” His hand on her breast not only stroked her nipple, but also stimulated her creamy center, soaking her bikini panties.

“Have me now.”

He eased her bikini bottoms down her thighs. He dropped to his haunches, leaned forward and breathed a kiss to her curls.

“Lift your leg,” he whispered. His fingertips trailed the underside of her knee, along her calf, and raised her foot. The bikini bottoms slipped over her toe. Switching legs, she dangled her foot, and the bottoms dropped to the floor.

“Hurry.”

“Can't.” He paused over her mound and sliced his tongue through her moist folds.

“Oh, hell.” Her knees buckled. Johnny caught her, lifted her up, and set her on the washing machine. She melted under the heat in his eyes. Her lips parted slightly, and her breaths came in shallow pants. Passion and anticipation swirled in a maelstrom of need. Her pussy pulsed with the frantic beat of her heart, waiting for whatever he intended.

“Watch.” His gravelly voice grew husky.

She nodded.

Spreading her thighs wide, he pulled her to the edge of the machine, squatted before her, and softly blew against the thin strip of damp golden curls covering her pussy. The tortuous wait thickened the air. The heavy scent of her arousal drifted to her nose. God, she'd never been hotter.

“Oh, fuck.” She moaned as his lips parted her folds. His tongue was cool as it speared between the hot, swollen lips of her sex. She put her feet on his shoulders and held onto the edge of the washer. “This is definitely the open- mouth kissing that is against the rules.”

He looked up and smiled. “I meant for you to watch out the window, not me.” Keeping his gaze on her face, he sliced his tongue through her quivering flesh.

She couldn't turn away when he parted her lips with his thumbs and nibbled her clit. Soft and yet firm, his tongue flicked her clit and lashed at her flushed folds. He sucked her until her thighs trembled and her core tightened. Pressure squeezed her chest and her heart pounded. Shivers broke along her skin, curling her toes.

Krissy couldn't catch her breath. Shallow gasps lightened her head. Flutters quivered deep in her passage, but her clit hardened in his mouth. Each rasp of his tongue propelled her closer to release. “Johnny! I'm going to come.”

His hungry mouth moved back and forth across her clit, then ventured lower as he fucked her with his tongue. The hot caress set her aflame. Her imagination hadn't done Johnny justice. His skilled assault liquefied her center. He pressed his lips flush against her wet folds and sucked, hard.

A blazing wave a passion crashed over her. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.” Her buttocks came off the washer. “Oooh,” she moaned. Her arms shook as her whole body contracted. Sparks flashed behind her eyes. Euphoria enveloped.

More amazing, it was Johnny standing before her. He freed his thick cock. Fluid oozed from the slit and glistened on the head. Ropy veins surged with blood and tracked the length of the shaft. He wrapped his fingers around the root. Her heart pounded, and her head thrummed with the heady intoxication of Johnny.

Johnny thrust into her body before the final spasm ebbed. “No more rules.” His hands touched. Hers clung. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she arched. He growled, put his hands under her ass and lifted her off the washer. Turning, he slammed her back against the wall and pounded into her body. It took only a moment. She couldn't hold back. Her cries echoed off the wall as Johnny exploded inside her.