Nailed (8 page)

“Awww. He sounds great. What happened after the party?”

“I…” River stared at her drink. “I went back to his place. And we…” She hesitated, and then shrugged.

“You did it. Then he dumped you the next day?”

“It’s not like that. He … That time was my first.”

“Ohhh. Did he take advantage of you? Was he really bad and made you never want to have sex again?”

“No,” River said in exasperation. “He was perfect, okay? Right from the beginning, he was sensitive and caring. He made me feel wanted. He didn’t want to push me into anything. And when he found out I was a virgin … well, it was too late then … but he was unhappy I hadn’t told him.” She stared into Tia’s wide eyes. “He did everything right. He was perfect.”

Tia blinked, looking perplexed. “So what’s the problem?”

“The problem is that it was all an act.”

They sat in silence for a moment and River realized her hands were clenched tightly in her lap. She relaxed them and took another sip of her almost empty drink.

“Excuse me, ladies?”

River glanced up to see the waitress with a bottle of champagne in her hand.

“A gentleman sent this.”

Another waiter placed an ice bucket on a stand beside the table as the waitress popped the cork, then filled two tall flutes and set them on the table.

“We should refuse this,” River said.

“Don’t be a spoilsport,” Tia said.

Then River noticed the waitress had poured a third glass.

“No, wait. There’s just the two of us,” River protested.

“That one’s for me.”

She glanced up at Kane’s voice. “What are you doing here?”

He sat down in the chair beside her. “When you didn’t come to me at Hades, I decided to come to you.”

“This is Kane?” Tia asked, a smile creeping across her face.

Kane smiled that charming smile of his and shook Tia’s hand. “Pleased to meet you.”

“I’m Tia,” she said, a bit breathlessly, obviously captivated.

Of course, River couldn’t really blame her. He was devastatingly handsome in his dark gray suit, his wavy hair immaculate, his indigo eyes glittering with sincerity. And the delightfully masculine scent of his musky aftershave made a girl feel all feminine and needy.

“How did you know I was here?” River demanded.

“Well, I assumed you might decide not to show up so I had a backup plan.”

“And that was to stalk me?”

“Just because I used Will’s hacking skills to track your cell phone, doesn’t mean I’m a stalker.”

“I think that’s exactly what it means.”

As River glared at him, Tia sipped her champagne, her gaze shifting from River to Kane. Then it held on Kane and her eyes grew dreamy.

“Thank you for the champagne,” Tia said. “Are we celebrating something?”

He gazed at River, his eyes searching hers. “I had hoped we’d be celebrating our new partnership.”

“I already told you,” River said. “It’s never going to happen.”

“That’s unfortunate.” He sipped his champagne and settled back in the chair. “So Tia, what do you do?”

River sat watching as Kane chatted with Tia. Asking about her life and interests. Charming her until River thought Tia would swoon. The waitress came by and filled their glasses again, then took away the empty bottle. Kane ordered another round of drinks. Two more Mango Tangos and a scotch—aged a ridiculous number of years—on the rocks for him.

“Kane, I don’t mean to be rude,” River finally said as Kane sipped his scotch, “but Tia and I were enjoying a girls’ night.”

“Of course. I’ll finish my drink and leave you to it.”

“Oh, no,” said Tia. “Do you really have to go?”

River sent her a sharp glance and Tia just grinned.

He downed the rest of his drink, then took Tia’s hand and kissed it. At the look of enchantment in her eyes, River was afraid Tia would float away on a cloud. Then he leaned toward River and his fingers glided through her hair as he cupped her head, easing her closer. Before she could protest, his lips captured hers. Her body failed her, refusing to pull away when she ordered it to. Then she melted into the kiss. Breathing in his musky aftershave. Luxuriating in the strength of his arms as they slid around her.

The ache became unbearable. A yearning so intense it terrified her.

Then he released her. His knowing eyes searched hers … and he smiled.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card and pressed it into her hand.

“Call me if you change your mind.”

“I won’t.” She tossed the card on the table.

The confidence shining in his eyes didn’t waver.

He turned to Tia. “It was nice meeting you, Tia.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” Tia said with a wide smile.

He turned and walked away.

“Tia, stop staring at his butt.”

Tia giggled. “Why? It’s such a fine butt.” She shook her head. “I don’t know what he did after popping your cherry, but hon, you are crazy not to take him up on his offer.” She watched Kane disappear around the corner. “A man like that is hard to find.”

River sighed. “Is that all we’re going to talk about now?”

“No, of course not.” Tia picked up the discarded business card and slipped it into her purse.

River chose to say nothing about it. They enjoyed the rest of the evening without another word about Kane … until they asked for the bill. Kane had arranged to pay for the whole thing. And when they stepped outside, there was a limo waiting to take them home.

“No way,” River said. “We can take the bus.”

“But it’s raining,” Tia complained, taking River’s arm. “And I’ve never been inside a limo. Come on. For me?”

River relented and climbed into the car with Tia, half fearing Kane would be inside.

He wasn’t.

River settled into the soft, supple leather seat. She could imagine Kane sitting beside her, totally at home in the luxurious vehicle.

The driver dropped Tia off first, and then pulled up in front of River’s apartment building. He opened the car door for her, then rushed ahead to open the glass door to the building.

“Thank you,” she said as she stepped inside.

When she reached her apartment, she kicked off her shoes and slumped down on the couch.

If only Tia had understood. After Kane had “popped her cherry,” as Tia had put it, he’d then stolen something much more valuable from her.

First year of college—Spring semester

River opened her eyes to the soft sunlight glowing through the drawn curtains. Kane was behind her, his arms around her, holding her snug to his body from head to toe.

Oh, God, that had been the most incredible experience of her life. Kane had made her ascension into womanhood a wonderful, life-changing event.

She turned in his arms and rested her head against his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat. He stroked her hair from her face, his fingers brushing lightly across her cheek then over her temple. Her skin tingled at his touch.

She gazed up at him and smiled timidly, suddenly feeling shy. “You’re awake.”

His expression was somber. Her chest constricted.

“What’s wrong, Kane?” Had she done something to upset him?

“Last night … I wish you’d told me.”

She leaned her face against his chest again. “It’s not important.”

He rolled her onto her back and pinned her with his gaze.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

His tone wasn’t accusing. In fact, the way he looked at her—his eyes filled with concern—made her feel protected and cared for.

“I didn’t want you to think I was a freak.”

His expression turned puzzled.

“Why would I think that?”

“Have you met any girls here who are still virgins?”

He grinned. “Well, I haven’t done a poll…”

She laughed. “No, but you’ve probably been with half the freshman girls, so you’ve seen a pretty big sample.”

His eyebrow arched. “Are you calling me a slut?”

“No, you’re a guy. Everyone just considers you a ladies’ man. If I’d slept with as many guys, then I’d be considered a slut. The unfair double standard.”

He leaned in close and kissed her, his lips lingering on hers, then brushing across her cheek, sending tingles dancing through her.

“River, I would never think you’re a freak. And I want you to know that last night was special for me, too.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back for another kiss. She pressed her tongue between his lips and swept inside. His tongue met hers and they tangled, then he suckled. Her pulse quickened and she took his hand and drew it to her naked breast.

“Last night was so great,” she said breathlessly. “And I think it’ll only get better with practice.”

He squeezed her breast. Her nipple hardened, and she ached to feel his mouth around it. She dragged her palm down his chest, over his sculpted abs, and then her fingers brushed lightly over his cock. It wasn’t as big as last night, or as hard, but as she wrapped her hand around it, it swelled.

“I love how enthusiastic you are.”

“Yeah?” She stroked his hardening cock. “Well, I want to make up for lost time. You’re such a great tutor…” She squeezed his erection, loving how hard it was, then stroked up and down. “I’m hoping you’ll teach me some new things.”

He groaned. “Sweetheart, right now you’re doing just fine.”

She watched his face as her hand glided up and down his thick shaft. She loved how the skin, which was as soft as kid leather, moved over the iron-hard column beneath. And the look of growing pleasure on his face enthralled her.

She continued stroking him, watching his rapt expression. She pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him until he rolled onto his back, then she knelt between his knees. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the tip of his cock—her hand still moving—and kissed it. His eyes grew needier as he watched her.

God, she felt so powerful being able to affect him like this.

“I didn’t really get a good look at this last night.” She stopped pumping and stared at his cock. It stood straight up, like a skyscraper reaching for the stars.

She’d never really seen a penis, but she was sure this one was a masterpiece. Of course, her opinion was colored by the vast amount of pleasure it had given her last night.

The head, which was as big as a clementine, was purple-red and mushroom-shaped, and veins pulsed along the thick shaft. She ran her finger from the base of the solid column to the tip.

“You’re right. You are big.”

“How do you know? It’s not like you have anything to compare it to.”

“Maybe not, but my roommate likes to talk about sex. A
lot.
”

“And she talks about how big guys are?”

She nodded. “And what she does with them and how good they are. And she gives me tips.”

“Yeah? What kind of tips?”

She grinned. “Like this.”

Chapter Seven

River grasped his cock and pressed her lips to the tip, then opened to take the head inside. It filled her mouth. She pumped him slowly as she ran her tongue around the top, then over the small opening, tasting the salty drop oozing from it.

She watched his face, seeing how much what she was doing was pleasing him. She sucked, squeezing him inside her mouth. Watching his pleasure grow. Then she swallowed, causing a deeper suction. To her satisfaction, he groaned. His fingers glided through her hair and he cupped her head, then drew her forward. She took him deeper. Gloria had told her when giving a guy head, especially a big guy, to tip her head back and relax the throat so she could take him deeper.

She’d always been a bit uncomfortable with Gloria’s obsession over talking about sex, but at the intense need in Kane’s eyes, she was so glad she’d listened.

She took him as deep as she could, then slid back, her hand following, then eased deep again.

“Oh, fuck, that is so good.”

She moved faster on him, loving the feel of his rigid flesh gliding past her lips. Loving the musky masculine scent of him and his soft groans of pleasure.

“I’m going to come soon, sweetheart,” he warned.

His hand urged her head to move faster.

“Fuck, baby, you need to pull off now.”

But she wanted to continue bringing him pleasure. To ride all the way to the edge with him, squeezing him between her lips. He groaned and hot, salty liquid filled her mouth. She kept pumping him as she swallowed all of it.

When he was finished, she licked him, and then slid up beside him on the bed, a smile on her face. His arm was tossed over his face and he was sucking in air. She stroked his chest.

“You liked that?” she asked.

A rumble started in his chest and suddenly, she found herself rolled back and he was over her, his arms on either side of her head as he stared down at her.

“Fuck yeah.” Then his lips consumed hers, his tongue driving into her mouth.

His hand cupped her breast and she arched against him, wanting to feel his hands all over her. His lips slid to her neck and he nuzzled, sending tingles dancing along her spine.

“Tell your roommate thanks for me,” he rumbled.

She giggled, hormones and adrenaline creating a heady rush of exhilaration.

He kissed down her chest then gazed at her breasts in awe, making her cheeks flush. Then he captured her nipple in his mouth and it was her turn to groan. He lapped at her sensitive flesh, and then suckled.

“Ohhh, yes.”

He moved to the other nipple and lapped at the pebbled aureole, then sucked. She raked her nails over his back, pulling him tighter to her.

Then she felt it. His heavy cock, swollen to solid rock again, resting on her belly. He grasped it and pressed it to her folds. She could feel the slickness as he glided the tip along her slit.

“I want to fuck you again.” He kept gliding over her wet flesh, waiting for her approval.

“I want you to.”

He smiled, then pressed his cockhead against her. Slowly, it pushed into her, stretching her. The whole cockhead slid inside, feeling massive inside her tender passage. She was still sore from their first session, yet she welcomed the sweet pleasure-pain of him inside her.

She watched him, her eyes wide with wonder.