Scarlet (6 page)

“I hope I’m a part of it.”

She pursed her lips and shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” He climbed into the tub, his tan skin highlighting
those beautiful muscles. He leaned in close, placing a quick kiss on her lips.
“What does it take to become a part of your fantasies?”

“You want to make the list?”

“Hell yeah.”

She smiled, happiness welling up inside her. It was supposed
to be a one-night stand but he didn’t seem inclined to rush out. And she didn’t
want him to go.

She had five more nights in Vegas. She definitely wouldn’t
mind a repeat with Cain.

He pressed against her, his body almost as hot as the shower.
Wicked, strong hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer as he palmed her
breasts. Delicious tingles zipped from her nipples to her pussy. His cock
pressed against her ass, reminding her of how good he felt inside her.

She squirmed, loving the low groan that erupted from his
throat.

“Damn, honey, I don’t have another condom. Do you?”

She shook her head. The one she’d found in her purse last
night had been it.

“Room service?”

His head popped up. “Room service?”

“Surely they deliver.”

He chuckled. “I am not asking the people in room service to
bring up some condoms. I have to work with these guys.”

She turned in Cain’s embrace, draping her arm over his
shoulder. “What about that sexy security guard?”

“Paxson?”

She nodded.

“You think he’s sexy, huh?” Cain growled the words but she
could see the laughter, and maybe a little lust, in his eyes.

“Uh-huh. Big, strong guy.” The image of the sexy security
man filled her brain and the heat in her pussy swelled. She tried to shake the
picture loose—after all, she already had one sexy man in her shower, why would
she fantasize about another? But then she looked again into Cain’s gaze. He
wasn’t irritated by her words. Dang if he wasn’t interested. She pressed
closer, her eyes locking on Cain’s, fascinated by the pure hunger in his gaze.
“Looks like he could break you in half if he wanted to.”

“He could,” Cain admitted.

She pushed her breasts against his chest, savoring the
delicious sparks beneath her skin as her nipples brushed his hot skin.

“But he blushed so sweetly when I stood there. Naked, except
for my pair of
scarlet
panties.” It sounded so much sexier than plain
old “red”.

The light in Cain’s eyes flared and he spun her around,
putting her back against the wall, leaning in, his cock sliding between her legs.
He slipped one hand beneath her leg and pulled her knee up, opening her thighs.
The long line of his shaft slid across her pussy lips, not entering her, just
warming her.

“So, which one of us inspired all this delicious heat?” he
asked, pumping his cock along the same path, teasing her clit with a slow
stroke. Shivers raced across her skin. He leaned down and pressed a hot kiss on
her neck. “Tell me, sweet. Which one of us drenched your hot pussy?”

He bit down lightly on her skin and the jolt made her cry
out.

“I’m waiting, sweetheart.”

“B-both.” The word slipped out, breathless and taut.

“One after the other or did you want us both fucking you?”
His hand slid along the back of her thigh and Heather arched into the
sensation, amazed that such a simple caress could feel so good.

“Together,” she moaned.

Blinking her eyes open she looked at him, curious, cautious
at how he would take her words. Lust blazed in his eyes. The pump of his cock
grew bolder and she moaned.

“Wait.” She plopped a hand on his chest. “No condom,
remember?”

Reality seemed to hit him and he sighed.

“Bummer.”

Her eyes got wide and she pulled back as far as the shower
wall would let her.

“Bummer?” Her eyebrows raised in challenge. It was a bit
more than a
bummer
to her. She was on the edge, ready to come and he
made it sound unimportant.

He chuckled and leaned in, sliding his knee between her
thighs. The rough hair on his leg teased her sensitive skin sending a quick
tremor into her pussy.

“Don’t worry, sweet.” He kissed the space beneath her ear.
“I won’t let you go without.”

Another kiss and he slid away, whispering delicate licks to
her breasts, a tiny lap of one nipple, moving across her body as he knelt.
Every nerve tingled as he kissed the lower curve of her stomach. His fingers
teased the insides of her thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs.

The fluttering caresses rippled across her skin and swelled
in her cunt. She squeezed her lips together, trying to crush the groan that
threatened. It was such a simple caress but so powerful. Cain pressed his lips
to the inside of her knee.

“So soft,” he whispered, the words spoken against her skin.
Hot kisses moved up her thigh. He slipped his hand beneath her knee and raised
her leg, draping it over his shoulder, leaving her open and exposed.

While she loved the sensation of a man’s mouth on her pussy,
she didn’t usually allow it with casual lovers. The vulnerability always made
her just a little too thoughtful and she couldn’t relax and enjoy it. But
Cain’s lips along the inside of her thigh tempted her beyond thought.

She propped her hand against the wall, bracing herself to
keep her body upright. He ran his tongue along the crease between her hip and
her thigh, teasing the sensitive flesh. A shiver whispered through her core.
She felt his smile against her skin.

Hot breath washed across her almost bare pussy. Her monthly
wax appointments seemed amazingly worth it. Every stroke of his fingers sent
delicate fires into her core.

He leaned forward and ran his tongue up the full length of
her slit. She gasped and arched her back, almost afraid to move, not wanting to
miss one touch. He licked and tasted, his tongue gliding smoothly against her
pussy lips then drawing back to flutter over her clit. She hissed and held her
breath as the lovely strokes sent bright tremors into her core.

Cain groaned as if this excited him as well.

Sensations blended together until Heather couldn’t
distinguish one from the next, each one filling her, pushing her closer. When
the orgasm came, it wasn’t a jolting shock to her system, but long, luscious
surges of pleasure that floated through her core and flooded her limbs.

Captivated by the wicked sensations encompassing her body,
she only vaguely noticed Cain standing. He kissed her lips, the flavor of her
cunt still coating his tongue.

“You taste delicious, sweet. I can’t wait to have more.”
Another kiss. “Can I see you tonight?”

Unable to speak, still savoring the sexy pulses moving
through her pussy, she nodded. He kissed her one more time.

“I’ll call you later.”

* * * * *

Cain couldn’t help his smile as he stepped out of the
shower. He was a little surprised Heather could stand. Her knees had to be
trembling. Damn, that woman was sexy when she came.

His cock was still hard and he knew she would have taken
care of it for him—Heather didn’t seem too shy about sex and he liked that in a
woman—but he’d wait until later. He was late to meet Pax and sometimes Cain
enjoyed the ache of being a little frustrated.

Having just left her would give him a good excuse if he
stayed hard during his workout. It happened fairly often and normally he had to
work to hide it. Today, he had a reasonable explanation if Pax noticed.

Cain quickly dried off and pulled on his clothes, his ruined
shirt hanging open. It didn’t matter. He was just going to get sweaty in a few
minutes anyway.

He closed the door behind him, fondly remembering pressing
Heather against the wall and fucking her, being inside her slick cunt. Huffing
out a breath, he shook his head and rethought the wisdom of going to the gym
with a hard-on.
This could get painful.
Taking a deep breath, he focused
on bland, boring things, letting his cock wilt just a little.

The elevator chimed and he climbed on. It was that quiet
time in the morning—the families had already gotten up and headed out for the
day. The partiers were still nursing hangovers and not moving. He rode it down
to the first floor, waved to Bill at the security desk and headed to the gym.
Terri was at the spa desk and buzzed him into the locker rooms.

A couple of showers were running, but beyond that, the room
was empty. Cain opened his locker and pulled out his shorts and t-shirt. One of
the benefits of being a bar manager at the casino was he got to use the gym.
That’s how he’d become friends with Paxson.

They’d run into each other a few times when Cain had been
working nights and come in after his shift. Now he worked out later in the
morning. He knew Paxson liked to workout early, but he’d shifted his schedule
to match Cain’s, saying he liked to workout with someone he knew.

Going down on Heather had made Cain a little late, so by the
time he got into the gym, Pax was already on the bench doing chest presses.
Those thick, strong thighs contracted along with the rest of his body as he
lifted the heavy weights off the bar.

Cain’s cock swelled inside his shorts. Yeah, not coming
before his workout had definitely been a bad idea.

* * * * *

Paxson took a breath and heaved the weight bar off his
chest. It wasn’t too heavy. Cain hadn’t shown up this morning so Pax didn’t
have a spotter. He could have asked a couple of the guys who’d been in earlier,
but he didn’t like working out with strangers. Too much idle chitchat.

Particularly this morning, he didn’t feel like talking.
Probably because he hadn’t slept well. He’d spent most of the night thinking
about that woman—naked in his office. Well, almost naked. The red panties had
been just enough coverage to make him damn curious.

So, yeah. Little sleep. A good workout would help his
tension. His left hand hadn’t done much.

He’d considered calling her today, but it seemed tacky. The
only reason he had her name and room number was because she’d been brought to
his office by one of the guards. Maybe he could invite her out for lunch to
apologize.

“Dude, I can tell you aren’t concentrating.”

He jerked at the sound of Cain’s voice, the weight in his
hands sagging a bit to the right, his weaker arm. Cain reached out and grabbed
the bar, lifting it for him and helping him set it back on the rack.

Paxson sat up. “Thanks. Where have you been?”

“Uh—” The half-smile on Cain’s lips told Paxson all he
needed to know.

“Who was she?”

Cain hesitated and that wasn’t like him. Normally he
couldn’t wait to tell Paxson about this girl or that or what freaky thing they
did in bed.

Pax stayed silent. He could outwait just about anyone.

“The girl in the dress.”

“Heather?” Paxson couldn’t keep the surprise out of his
voice. Though
why
he was surprised, he didn’t know. Heather was
beautiful and flirtatious. She was just the type of girl Cain would go for, and
Cain was, well, a bit of a slut. He dragged Paxson out to clubs on a regular
basis, trying to hook Pax up with some random woman. He seemed to have made it
his mission to get Paxson laid.

But every time they went out, Cain ended up with the woman,
Paxson went home alone.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like women. He just didn’t feel
comfortable picking up some stranger and fucking her. He didn’t know if was
because of his size—he always felt like he was going to crush a new lover—or if
his years on the police force had shown him too many women who picked up the
wrong guy in a desperate need to be loved. He didn’t want to be the guy who
preyed on those women.

But Heather. He’d liked Heather. Cain had obviously liked
Heather too.

Well, damn.
The image of Heather, naked except for
those red panties, leaning over Paxson’s desk while Cain fucked her from behind
clouded Pax’s vision for just a moment.

“How was it?” The question popped out of his mouth and shit,
he wished he had a rewind button.

Cain’s eyes went wide. “You really want to know?”

“What? No.”

“You sure? She thinks you’re sexy.”

Right. Women who liked Cain might be intrigued by Paxson for
a short while but in the end, they found him boring.

“Right. They all want to know what it’s like to be with the
big man until they realize I’m not some badass who wants to tie them up and
control them.”

Cain laughed and walked around to the back of the weight
bench, a sign that he was ready to spot Paxson. Cain added weight to each
side—making the bar heavier, closer to what Paxson lifted when he had someone
around.

Seems like Cain is done with this conversation.

Pax lay back down on the bench. He grabbed the bar and
lifted it off the cradle, Cain’s hands there to catch it.

“I keep telling you that a little bondage makes the whole
thing more fun,” Cain said as Pax lowered the bar to his chest. “Fetish Ball is
coming up. We could have some fun.” His sing-song voice gave Pax something to
focus on as he lifted. “Just think…Heather in black leather, tied up.”

Pax’s cock twitched again and he hoped Cain wasn’t paying
attention to the fact that Pax was getting hard.

“I can get tickets,” Cain offered.

“You always get tickets.” Every year he gave one to Pax,
asking him to attend. Every year, Pax ignored it.

“It’s fun and the scent of leather just makes me hard.”

Paxson gulped. “Not my thing.”

“Well, that’s okay. I don’t think it’s Heather’s thing
either. Besides, she didn’t think you were badass.” Cain gripped the bar and
helped Paxson lift. “She thinks you’re sweet.”

Paxson grunted. “What?”

“The way you kept blushing last night. She thinks you’re
sweet.”

Paxson pulled that knowledge deep inside him. Women didn’t
think of him as sweet. They thought he was boring. Too rigid. He felt his cock
move inside his shorts. He wasn’t too worried about popping wood in the gym. It
happened sometimes when he worked out, and hell, Cain seemed to be sporting a
hard-on. Of course,
he’d
just crawled out of the bed of a gorgeous
redhead.