The Best Man (11 page)

She’d learned the best way to get
over a man was to take on another one. There were plenty for her to choose from.

She sighed and studied her coffee
cup through blurry eyes. She wasn’t ready for another man yet. Jared was
probably on a plane. Given the urgency of his departure, it might take a day or
two for him to get back to her.

She hated waiting. She’d give him a
week. She tilted her head to the side. Well, most of a week. If she hadn’t
heard from him by the weekend, then she was going back on the prowl.

- o -

Exhausted by the end of Friday and a
grueling week, Jared stretched out on the bed in his London hotel. It had taken
longer to appease the copper supplier than he’d expected. One damn problem with
commodities was keeping all the middle people happy.

He had an early morning flight to Amsterdam. Hopefully, Maya Narong wouldn’t be so problematic. He smiled ruefully. The woman
of Dutch-Thai descent had been much more pleasurable than problematic over the
decade or so he’d known her. That she was a vice president of one the major
European banks he dealt with was also handy.

She’d be a change from Kitty Paige—more
demure, less demanding.

Kitty.

He hadn’t counted on Kitty worming
her way into his thoughts these last several days, but she had. He groaned. He
bet she had really put her claws out when she read the note he’d left.

He hadn’t planned on leaving that abruptly,
but maybe it was for the better. He’d purposely kept his note vague because he didn’t
know what to do with his vision in yellow. She’d far surpassed his
expectations, but that didn’t mean he needed more of her.

Jared did his best to ignore his
growing arousal. Maybe it was best to let it be. Probably neither of them was
looking for anything long term. His trip to London and Europe offered a natural
breaking off point.

Still, he felt a little guilty for
not saying he’d call or how much he’d enjoyed their brief time together.

He glanced at his cell phone on the
nightstand. He could still call her. What was holding him back?

He rolled over, facing away from the
phone. She’d made no effort to call his cell, either. Maybe she’d been looking
for an easy way out, too.

So how many men had she invited to
her bed since he left? Involuntarily, he ground his teeth. Why should the
answer to that question bother him at all?

- o -

Kitty beamed proudly at Rocketman,
who was breathing hard in the winner’s circle. Lawrence, Rebecca and Jared were
right—there weren’t many things more thrilling than getting your picture taken
with your winning horse.

Ron Woods grabbed her hand and
clutched it tightly. She smiled at him and looked back at the cameraman. The
construction foreman had readily agreed to be her date for the day—and, they
both knew, for the night. They’d hooked up a couple times before and he’d been
fun. Eight years her junior, he was safe; she knew neither one of them harbored
any intentions other than some good clean fun.

And she was ready for some fun.
He
hadn’t called once.
He
was gone. She was determined to get on with her
life. Once she heard the camera snap, she leaned over and kissed Ron’s cheek.

As they exited the winner’s circle,
Rebecca drew her aside. “Do what you must, girl,” the older woman said, “but I
can’t believe your Clark Gable mustache just up and left you.”

“Well, he did,” Kitty snorted. “That’s
life.”

“He struck me as a man with more
common sense than that. You two looked good together.” Rebecca winked. “Real
good.”

“And Ron and I don’t?”

“I didn’t say that.” Rebecca
shrugged and then laughed. “I believe your horseman has more potential, but you
run along and enjoy your construction guy. And I’ll wager you haven’t seen the
last of Jared Jacobs.”

Kitty ignored the slight shiver at
the base of her spine. “Potential doesn’t do a damn thing for me. And I’ll
accept that wager. Let’s say an expensive bottle of wine.

“You’re on. If he’s not back on the
scene within a month, I’ll present you with the best I can afford.”

Rebecca sounded way too confident. Smiling,
Kitty said, “I may even share a glass with you and Lawrence.”

“You seem distracted tonight.”

Kitty swallowed and opened her eyes
to stare up at Ron, hovering over her. She clenched her vagina around his cock
and his smile was instantaneous. It wasn’t fair to him to let herself be
distracted by some bastard thousands of miles away. “Sorry. I must still be
reliving that race Rocketman ran. Why don’t you come in me?” She wrapped her
legs around his butt.

“If you want,” he said, shifting his
weight to his knees and slipping his large hands under her rear. He hoisted her
ass off the bed and eased in and out of her.

“Oh, I want,” she replied. “Hurry.”

Holding her steady, he pummeled her
with abandon.

She strummed her clit and saw his
eyes widen. She laughed when they both came together.

When he lowered her butt to the bed,
she pulled away from him and curled into a ball. Her lungs heaved for air as if
she were drowning. The familiar post orgasmic glow flowed through her body, yet
she couldn’t shake an overwhelming sense of sadness.

She shook her head. She wasn’t going
to go there. No way.

She smiled when she heard Ron
searching for his clothes. One thing she really liked about the guy was he didn’t
want to stay the night. He often had to leave for job sites by five A.M., and
his tools and trailer were at his place.

“Thanks,” she said softly.

“Thank you,” he replied, buttoning
his shirt. “You did seem to regain focus.”

“Oh, yeah. Can you come by Wednesday
after work? I’ll fix supper.”

Ron cocked his head to the side, as
if mentally checking his calendar. “That’ll work.”

“Can you do the track next Saturday?”

He shook his head. “Sorry. I
promised a friend I’d start her porch on Saturday. I could do Sunday, if you
want.”

“Okay,” Kitty said, sitting up and
not bothering to cover up. “Drop by here late morning and we can do the day at
the track.”

His face lit up in a grin. “And the
night?”

She patted the bed by her side. “Right
here, of course. Now, run along.”

“See ya,” he said, heading for the
door.

She frowned at his back and then at
the empty space. At least he’d said those words to her directly. Mr. Sunshine
had only thought of putting them on a piece of paper.

She pulled her knees up and hugged
them to her chest, rested her chin on them and rocked softly. So life was
returning to normal.

She grimaced. Shouldn’t normal feel
better than this?

- o -

Gasping for breath, his eyelids half
shut, Jared watched the short-cropped dark head gliding up and down his cock. He
curled his toes into the carpet of Maya’s living room carpet and rocked on the
balls of his feet.

He stilled when Maya squeezed her
small fingers around the base of his cock. His penis cooled as soon as she
lifted her pretty face to giggle at him.

“I want him to come down my throat.”
The corners of her mouth turned up and she gave him a coy look. “If you don’t
mind.” She slid her hand along his length, keeping him primed.

“Go ahead,” he grunted, cupping his
palms over her ears. He’d pay her back later. They had plenty of time.

She cradled his balls and glanced up
at him. She tapped the head of his cock against each of her nipples and then
lowered her head again, arching her neck.

Mesmerized, Jared watched his cock
slowly but surely disappear into Maya’s hot mouth. She reached around to knead
his butt, drawing him tighter to her. Jared tried to swallow and breathe
through his nose. He’d never understand how such a petite woman could do this,
but it was her gift.

Her moans intensified as she edged closer
to her goal. And then she reached it. Her lips brushed against his loins with his
cock completely engulfed in her mouth and throat. Jared remained rock solid
still, letting Maya adjust to his size.

She pinched his butt and he yelped. Her
muffled giggle was the only prelude to her slowly moving back up his length. The
suction brought an involuntary howl from his mouth.

Her shoulders shook with laughter. She
knew very well what she was doing to him. She’d probably done it a hundred
times before. It was never quite clear to him which one of them enjoyed this
most.

He massaged the base of her neck and
shoulders. She paused and moved her head from side to side without giving up
her purchase.

Then she peeked up and shook her
head. She winked and sleepily corkscrewed down his cock. He entwined his
fingers in her hair and she began in earnest to propel them toward her next
goal. Her fingers dug into his butt, encouraging his help.

He rocked back and forth, trying to
keep his eyes open to watch Maya work her magic. She soon became a blur. She
had him. He rose on his toes as he began coming in spurts.

Maya never hesitated or slowed. “Oh
hell,” he cried out. She stayed with him, not yielding at all to his distress.

At last his spasms began to ebb. He
settled back on the soles of his feet. Apparently not convinced he was
finished, Maya slipped a small hand around his shaft and began to milk whatever
he had left over into her mouth. He groaned loudly. He wanted to pull her off,
but knew she enjoyed feeling him soften in her mouth.

When his legs threatened to give
out, Maya dropped his shaft from her mouth and held it gingerly in her hand. She
eyed his now-limp cock and giggled. “The mighty do fall,” she murmured, kissing
its tip and rubbing its crown across her cheeks.

He helped her to her feet and hugged
her tight. “You’re too much,” he groaned.

She smiled and then nipped at his
pecs. “I loved that. You are a very virile man, Jared Jacobs. After three
nights of loving, you still give me what I need.” She placed her small hand
around his. “Come, my friend. My bed is waiting. I think your tongue would be a
nice gift.”

Minutes later, Jared curled his
tongue as Maya steadily rode it, her knees placed on either side of his head. He
encouraged her with his hands curved around her bottom. He knew she was tugging
on her nipples with one hand while her other was busy just above his nose,
strumming her clit.

“What a ride,” she squealed. Her
thighs squeezed his head like a fleshy vise. “Don’t move,” she panted. “I’m
coming.”

He tried not to laugh but held his
tongue steady, letting her use it as she needed. And then her juices began to
ebb over his tongue. She jerked and moaned softly. She released and he had to
swallow or drown.

She didn’t complain as he began
lapping at her pussy. He couldn’t catch her entire flow. She spilled out of his
mouth and down his chin.

He held her, waiting for her to
regain her equilibrium. Her butt cheeks shuddered as she backed away and slid
down his chest.

She grinned broadly. “You missed
some.” Maya flicked out her tongue and cleaned his chin of her juices. Finished,
she kissed him full on the mouth and then nestled against him.

He cuddled her and kissed her cheek.
“Ah, Kitty,” he murmured. “You are incredible.”

Maya propped herself up on an elbow
and gave him a crooked grin. “So who’s Kitty?”

“Kitty?” Jared froze. “I didn’t!”

Maya nodded slowly. “You did.” She
slanted a finger across his lips. “It’s okay. We both have many lovers.”

“But I never…” He still couldn’t
believe he’d called out Kitty’s name. He prided himself on being so careful
with his women never to let one lover intrude upon another.
Son of a bitch
.

“You’d better tell me about her, or
you’re going to bust a gut.”

“I’m sorry,” he began. “I’ll leave
now, if you want.”

Looking perturbed, Maya said
quickly, “I don’t want you to leave. I want to hear about this Kitty lover.” Maya
grinned softly. “She must really have her claws in you.”

He shrugged. Were all women as
persistent as Maya and Kitty? They’d probably like each other. “I haven’t known
her long. She lives in Chicago. She’s into real estate and into race horses.” That
he added race horses surprised him. After all, that was a recent interest for
her.

“Ah,” Maya said, “she shares your
passion. Horses are much too big for me to take a liking to. But there must be
more to her than that. You’ve seemed distracted this entire week. I thought it
was work.” She smirked. “But now I know it was a woman. Did she do you wrong?”

He shook his head.

“Did you do her wrong?” She peered
at him down her tiny nose.