The Best Man (12 page)

He sighed. “She might think so.”

“You don’t know for sure?”

“We haven’t talked since I left Chicago.”

“I see. You have unfinished business
in Chicago.”

He closed his eyes. “Maybe.”

She pecked at his lips and he opened
his eyes to see her smiling down at him.

“You may be able to fool yourself
for a while, but you can’t fool me. You do have unfinished business.” She shook
her head. “I never thought I’d see the day when Jared Jacobs became a marked
man.”

Maya trailed her lips down his neck
and nibbled on his throat. She glanced back up at him. “Someday I’d like to
meet this Kitty of yours. She must be quite the woman. Does she know you love
her?”

“I don’t,” he snapped.

“So you say. I hope you won’t be
offended if I don’t believe you.” She shifted lower, nipping at his shoulders. His
cock sprang to life as she began rubbing her crotch against it.

He tilted his head to the side. “You’re
not upset? This week?”

She shook her head. “Of course not. We
both needed some loving. We’ve always done well together without strings. This
is no different.”

Maya tucked a hand between them to
bring his stiff shaft to her pussy. She smiled and gasped as she bore down,
taking him into her tight sleeve.

“Kitty may have her claws in you,
but she hasn’t claimed you completely. Not yet.” She placed her palms on his
chest and pushed up to a sitting position. “You are mine tonight.” She levered
up his shaft and back down. “Unless you object.”

He growled and reached for her
breasts. “You and Kitty probably have more in common than I want to admit.”

She gyrated from side to side and up
and down. Her nipples became hard pinpoints. Her darker skin seemed such a
contrast to Kitty’s ivory flesh.

Maya stopped rising and falling to
grind against his loins. “She and I share a cock, at least for now.” Maya
narrowed her eyes. “But now I don’t want to hear her name again tonight.” She
flashed an eyebrow. “If I do, I may have to get my whips out. Agreed?”

He chuckled softly, not sure she was
joking. “Agreed.” He curled his fingers around her hips to help her ride both
of them into oblivion.

Sitting in a window seat in first
class, Jared ignored everything going on around him. With his eyes closed to
ward off any intrusion from flight attendants, he plotted and re-plotted his
strategy for Kitty Paige.

Would she even talk to him after he’d
left so abruptly? He’d make her. He shifted his eyes from side to side—he
couldn’t make that damn woman do a thing.

He’d have to resort to romance. He
smiled. Wasn’t that what he’d done after she left him hanging in Seattle? The
roses. The scarf.

And she’d responded. He chuckled
softly, remembering the yellow thong and yellow vibrator.

She’d figure out some way to make
him grovel, and he had that coming to him. He’d behaved like an idiot. Maya was
right; he’d probably inflated his business crisis to get out of Chicago before
he could sink into the quicksand of Kitty’s making. He sighed. They were both
responsible, but did she have any idea how she’d so completely captured his
imagination?

From Chicago to London to Amsterdam he’d been troubled by his reaction to Kitty. Why did it take another woman to
name that trouble?
Love!

He didn’t want to be in love. He
nearly gagged, and then he felt like soaring. Love was the last thing he’d
wanted when he first sent the roses. He took a deep breath and blew air through
his lips. Love was what he got.

He thought of Maya’s goodbye and
well wishes and smiled. He’d miss her. She’d always made it clear they had only
what they shared from moment to moment. She seldom took male lovers to her bed,
saying she found females lovers to be more sensitive and less complicated. Fortunately,
she’d always made an exception for him. And she knew if he got what he wanted
from Kitty, their sexual friendship would end—but their non-sexual friendship
and business relationship would survive. They shared far too much for that not
to happen.

Jared cracked his eyes open to check
his watch and then quickly closed them. With luck, they’d land at O’Hare early
in the evening. Should he simply knock on her door and surprise her?

He pursed his lips. That might be
too dangerous. He could blow their entire future with the wrong step. He didn’t
like calling her first to
give
warning, but that did seem to have the
least amount of risk.

Advanced knowledge would give her a
chance to collect herself. Clearly, they had things to talk about. He didn’t think
she’d simply invite him to her bed.

He smiled. She did have a very large
comfortable bed. He’d see if he could find some yellow roses at the airport.

Jared sighed deeply. With a plan
settled, he allowed himself to drift off.

- o -

“Damn,” Kitty grunted. “Wait a
minute,” she said to Ron, who had just begun to take her to that next plateau
on the way to another glorious orgasm.

He stopped immediately.

“Don’t go away,” she said, locking a
leg around his butt to keep him in place. “I’ve got to check caller I.D. I’ve
got a huge sale hanging in the balance. If it’s the buyer’s realtor, I’m going
to have to take the call.”

“No problem,” Ron said, rising off
her chest to kneel. He wiggled his cock in her, as if to assure her he wasn’t
about to shrivel up.

Kitty grabbed her cell from the nightstand.
At first the cell phone number didn’t register in her foggy brain, and then it
did. “Oh my God,” she said, ignoring Ron’s questioning look.

She pushed a button and put the
phone to her ear. “This better be good. Where the hell are you?”

“At O’Hare. I just got back.”

“Oh.” His voice had cracked, as if
he wasn’t quite sure what to say next. She saw no need to bail him out. She
waited, flexing her hips slightly against Ron.

“Can I come over? I’d like to see
you. I need to talk with you.”

“It’s getting late. You didn’t seem
to have much to say when you left two weeks ago. Can’t it wait till morning?”

“I’d really like to talk with you
tonight.” He paused.

She heard his sigh over the phone.

 “I’d really like to start where we
left off. I’ve done a lot of thinking these past two weeks.”

“So you want to come over and pick
up from where we left off. When we were still talking.”

“Yes. I can make it up to you—but I
need to see you.”

“Okay.” Kitty pursed her lips and
then broke into a smile. “We’ll start where we left off. I’ll have the
downstairs open. When you get here, let yourself in, lock the door and come up
to my bedroom. I’ll be waiting for you. My pussy is already wet,” she purred. “You
might be thinking about that, and also about how I might exact a little payback
from you. Bye,” she said abruptly, not wanting to prolong their discussion
about the night’s activities.

She giggled when she looked back at
Ron, who was shaking his head.

“You can be a very nasty girl, Kitty
Paige.”

“Don’t you know it?”

“Do you want me to leave?”

She tipped her pelvis and teased him
subtly. “Of course not. You remember our night with Tom?”

Smirking, Ron flexed in and out of
her pussy. “Do you think I’ll ever forget that night?”

“I hope not.” She placed her hands
on his chest. “Now why don’t you pull out and save yourself until later? I have
to go down and unlock the door.”

Ron rolled over onto his back with
his full cock jutting toward the ceiling. Rising to her knees, Kitty squeezed
his cock and kissed its tip. “Sorry, guy. You’ll get yours yet tonight, I
promise.”

She crawled off the bed and
stretched to her full height. She smiled down at Ron. “I’ve suddenly become
quite famished—for a man-sandwich. I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

She didn’t bother with a wrap as she
left the bedroom to go down and unlock the main door. Her nipples couldn’t
pebble more than they already had.

So he wanted back in her life. Had
he decided he’d left prematurely? Did he really think she’d simply welcome him
back with open arms?

She smirked. Actually, that was her
plan. He might be a little surprised by that gesture, but he’d probably be even
more surprised to discover she already had a cock buried in her ass.

She hoped Jared wouldn’t be shy
meeting a stranger. Would he storm out of her bedroom?

If he did, she didn’t give a damn. If
he wanted back, she’d have him on her terms or not at all.

She winced as she climbed the
stairs. She hadn’t realized she’d allowed him to hurt her so. Why was she even
toying with him?

Because she was angry, hurt and hot
as hell. She missed his damn smirk, his bantering, and playing with his
mustache. And his damn cock.

But it was payback time. She had no
idea how long it might take for them to be even again. Would he play her game?

She chewed on her bottom lip and
paused at the top of the stairs. Kitty glanced back at the unlocked door. She
sure hoped he would. The opportunity for two cocks didn’t happen every week.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Softly, Jared closed Kitty’s
entryway door behind him. He set his luggage down and called out, “I’m here.”

“Hurry up. I’m waiting.”

The strained sound of her voice made
him smile—maybe she was as eager to see him as he was to see her.

He bounded up the stairs two at a
time and slowed as he saw the soft light of the open bedroom doorway. He wet
his lips, took a deep breath and entered.

“Jesus H. Christ.” The woman he
loved lay on her back atop another man’s broad chest, with her arms and legs akimbo,
baiting him and showing clearly that the man’s cock was buried to the hilt in
her ass.

“Welcome back, lover,” Kitty purred,
beckoning him with her fingers. “I’ve saved a special place for you.” She
dipped a hand to her pussy, as if he might have any doubts. “Oh, forgive me for
the oversight. Jared, this is Ron. Ron, this is Jared. I doubt if last names
will be necessary.”

The young man flashed him a brief
nod and Jared nodded automatically. He took a half step backward.

“If you walk out on me again, Jared,
don’t bother coming back or calling. This is what I want. If you’re not man
enough to play with me, then go fuck yourself.”

He shook his head. “Didn’t take you
long to come up with a replacement.”

“I waited a week. Did you wait that
long?”

“Barely,” he admitted. “Is this…” he
waved his hand at her and the stranger, “supposed to shock me out of your life?”

She grinned and flexed her hips a
little, sliding along the man’s cock. “You tell me.”

He reached for his belt and smiled when
her eyes rounded. He pulled the belt out of its loops. “I should use this on
you.”

“But you won’t,” she said
confidently.

“How can you be so sure?” he said, pushing
his boots off and then his pants and shorts. His cock sprang forward as if it
had sniffed its favorite home.

“You might want to do a lot of
things to me, but you don’t have a mean bone in your body. Now why don’t you
bring that big fellow over her so I can get him wet?”

Was he too hung up on her to deny
her? Or had he merely become jaded? He walked to the bed and watched her lick
his length while he undid the buttons on his shirt and tossed it aside.

She held him with both hands and
turned her head away from him. “Ron, why don’t you use a little more lube? We’re
just about ready.”

Jared tried not to look too closely,
but he saw enough to know that Ron, the ass man, was well hung. He hadn’t
expected any less from Kitty. It was going to be a tight squeeze.

“You’re serious about this?”

“Of course I’m serious.” She arched
an eyebrow. “I’ve been telling Ron ever since you called how much I’m hungry
for a man sandwich.” She pulled back and narrowed her eyes. “I trust you can
deliver.”

Jared tipped back his head and
laughed. “Will you ever stop trying to challenge me? If our friend can do his
part, and it looks like he can, we’ll get you well fucked.”

He peered down at the curious gray
eyes next to Kitty. “Ron, I hope you’re not in a hurry. I want this woman
begging before we completely satisfy her hunger. Agreed?”

“Absolutely,” Ron said. “I like a
man who takes time with a woman.”

“Good. Maybe I’ll buy you a beer
when we’re finished here.”

Jared got on the bed and chuckled
when he caught sight of Kitty’s jaw dropping. Had she really thought she could
get rid of him so easily? He’d already told her once she’d only be rid of him
when
he
agreed. He grinned to himself. He couldn’t imagine anything she
could do or say that was going scare him off.