Tit for Tat Baby (7 page)

Jenna’s cheeks were burning by now and
she incinerated Callum with her eyes.  He caught the look and had the
audacity to chuckle.

“I was only following their
instructions.  Apparently the peck I gave her on the cheek was not up to
your standard.”

“Okay you two, enough of this. 
Jenna, are you sure it is okay with you to commit to this for so long?”

“I don’t seem to have much of a choice. 
Your high and mighty brother made it clear that if I started, I have to
finish.”

Megan saw the charge flash between the
two when their eyes met.  She chewed on her lip.  She was delighted
that her gamble seemed to be paying off.  She just prayed it did not
backfire on all of them!

It
was already after eleven in the evening two weeks later, when Callum switched
off his study light.  He noticed the lights were still on in the ballroom
and he went in to find Jenna working on the mural.  She was once again
dressed in that damn tiny shorts with a tight spaghetti strap stretch top. He
made a point of avoiding her and has barely seen her since his sister and her
family were there for the weekend.

“Why are you working so late?”

She startled, but continued with the
slow process of cleaning the mural.

“I am not much of a clock watcher.”

“I see, so you are not working
eighteen hours a day in the hope to be out of here in a few months’ time?”

“Even if I worked twenty hours a day
that would not be possible.  Sorry to burst your bubble, honeybuns.”

He gritted his teeth and watched her
ass move seductively in time with the sweeping motion of her arm against the
wall.  She had the most perfect ass, sweet and round, begging to be
touched. He swaggered closer.

“So, what happened with lover boy from
the museum, little painter girl?”

He saw her take a deep breath and her
arm stilled on the wall.

“He is not my lover boy. 
Besides, he was too young for me.”

“Too young?  I distinctly
remember witnessing you grabbing his shirt and kissing him.”

“That was … it’s none of your
business!”

“Are you saying you make it a habit to
flirt and kiss men when you’re out on the street?”

She swung around and gasped when she
nearly slammed into him, he stood so close.  She lifted her head to glare
at him.

“I am not promiscuous!”

“No? So, you knew this guy then,
little painter girl?”

The anger simmered in the glitter in
her eyes and they narrowed.

“Now listen here and listen
well.  I am tired of being called a little girl!  I am going to lose
it if you don’t stop!”

“No offer to give me a demonstration
of the ‘working condition’ of your female parts this time?”

She nearly swallowed her tongue and
stepped back against the wall.  His eyes slowly trailed down her body to
her toes and back up, only to hesitate on her breasts which tightened with the
first sweep of his eyes over them.  His eyes met hers and he stepped into
her.  His voice was hoarse and his hands singed her skin when his hands
locked around her waist to lift her higher against the wall.  Her hands
fell on his shoulders.

“No, Callum!  Put me down!”

“I rather prefer honey … without the
buns at the end.  No, little painter girl … I think it is time for a
demonstration.”

He leaned down and his lips captured hers
in an immediate intimate kiss.  His tongue tangled with hers, drawing it
into his mouth and he allowed her no quarter.  He kissed her so deeply and
so hard he pressed her head against the wall and she moaned.  Her body
tingled all over, the blood in her veins felt as if it was boiling.  His
lips hardened on hers and the intensity of the kiss increased. She gasped into
his mouth when he pressed his hard, fully erect shaft against her groin.

She felt his hands stroke over her
sides to slowly slip the straps of her top over her shoulders and down her
arms, baring her breasts.  His mouth left her lips, he nuzzled her throat
and over her chest.  He licked a slow circle around her one nipple, while
his other hand did the same with its twin.  His hips pressed into hers
keeping her in place against the wall.  Jenna’s hands closed over his
biceps and she clutched at him when his lips closed over her nipple and he
suckled it into his mouth.  He pulled at it and suckled deeply.  She
mewled and her nails dug into his muscles as he suckled harder.  His
fingers closed around the other nipple to tweak and roll it between his
fingers.

“You … no … stop!”

He swopped to the other nipple and
drew just as deeply and greedily on it, with his fingers pinching the
other.  She moaned loudly, her hips pushing against his hard shaft. 
The sucking sensation on her nipple shot an arrow of need directly to her core.

He let her breast go with a pop and
covered her lips with his again.  The kiss was wild, sensual and
hungry.  He drew deeply from her honeyed recesses, their lips meshed
together.  He pulled away panting and caught her eyes.

“You are right, little painter … at
least those parts you just demonstrated are in a good working condition!”

“Oh you … you jerk!  Let me
go!” 

She slapped at his shoulders and he
slowly lowered her to the floor, his eyes burning on her bobbing breasts as she
stepped away from him.  She slammed her hands on her hips and glared at
him.

“I am warn …”

“I must admit, Jenna.  You do
have sensational breasts.”

She
looked down and screamed in frustration, yanked her top back up and with
another loud ‘Argh’ turned around and stormed out of the room.

Two
days later, early Wednesday evening, Jenna relaxed on one of the deck chairs
next to the pool.  She just ate dinner and wanted to relax.  Adamant
not to think of the sensations she still felt running down her belly to her
core, every time she thought about what Callum did to her in the ballroom.

She leaned back and gazed at the
darkening sky, remembering how her brother, Kevin and she always counted stars
flat on their backs when they were little.

“Whishing upon a star, are you?”

She turned her head in his direction
and her breath caught in her throat.  It was the first time she saw him in
a suit and he looked gorgeous.  The suit was a deep charcoal with a white
shirt and a silver-grey tie.  He carried a package in his hands and held
it out to her.

“What is it?”

“It is for you.  I prefer that
you wear these from now on while you’re working.”

She sat up slowly and took the package
from him.  She pulled it open and nearly started laughing.  She
reached inside and pulled the content out.  She took it out of the plastic
and unfolded it.  Her mouth gaped open and she glanced at him.

“You are not serious?”

“Of course I am.”

“I will die of heat in these things,
and they’re probably four sizes too big!”

“You’re exaggerating.  I am sure
they will fit fine.”

“I can’t do my work properly if I am
uncomfortable.  I will be …”

“Nonsense.  I bought five. 
Just let me know when they’re worn and I will get you more.  Good night,
little painter girl.”

He walked away laughing at her scream
of frustration.

“I am not going to wear these damn
overalls, McGregor!”

“Yes, you will!”

She stared at the white one piece
overall in her hands, with long sleeves and full pant legs to the hoot. 

It is in the middle of summer! 
He is demented if he thinks I am going to wear these atrocious things! 
They’re worse than a sauna!

By eleven the next morning she was
ready to cut the damn overalls into a thousand strips.  She was so hot,
she could not concentrate.  To find some relief she removed her shorts and
top and only pulled the zipper up over her G-string and bra.

“That feels better.  Not much,
but at least I can breathe!”

She sighed, kicked off her sneakers
and rolled the sleeves up as far they would go and then the legs, all the way
up to her knees.  The overalls were so big, if the zipper was open all the
way all she needed to do was shrug her shoulders and they slipped down to her
feet.

It took her the whole morning to build
the scaffolding type stand she normally used for murals.  She switched her
iPod on and opened the little pop-up speakers and pushed up the volume. 
She was alone in the house and Ronan and Emily were already used to the booming
music during the day.  She was in the process of doing the final cleaning
process with a large oblong cylinder type broom, which swiveled as she ran it
over the wall.  The purpose of this was to remove any loose particles on the
wall.  Thereafter the broom was saturated with a cleaning solution that
stripped the final chalky film left by the first cleaning process.

She picked up the broom and started
rolling it with long, smooth strokes from the far end of the mural.  She
shook her hips in tune with the song and then smiled when an upbeat version of
‘We will rock you’ started playing. 

The devil on her shoulder spurred her
on and she made up her own lyrics as she sang along loudly, shaking her hips
and twirling along with the fast upbeat tune.  Unfortunately for her, her
back was turned to the door and she did not notice Callum and Megan coming to
investigate the noise.

Her voice was clear over the music
blaring over the speakers.  Callum’s face turned tighter the further she
sang. Watching her seductive hips swaying in tune with the music, had his shaft
slam painfully against his pants.  His lips pressed tight when Megan
giggled listening to the words.

Callum
you're a grumpy making a big noise

Moaning
every day in a grumpy voice I am a little painter girl

Who’s
got paint on her face

A
big disgrace

Shaking
my ass all over the place

Callum
will Callum will Kiss me, I will I will rock Callum

Jenna twirled in a circle with her
arms spread wide and her head thrown back.  Megan giggled again and Callum’s
arousal tightened even more.  The overall was unzipped all the way, gaped
open in the front and her purple lace bra and tiny G-string were so sensual
against her perfect body, Callum battled to breathe.  His voice was soft
but hoarse.

“Get out of here, Megan.”

“Callum, wh …”

“Megan, go.”

“I don’t …”

He looked at her and she sighed with
reservation, but did not move.

“Go!”

She turned and walked to the door.

“Megan, make sure no one enters
through that door.”

“Callum ...”

“Go!”

Jenna was still gyrating, singing and
giggling.

Callum
you're a big man hard man

Kissing
in the Bed gonna rock your world some day

Jenna twirled again and this time she
noticed him standing a few feet away from her, his body and face rigid. 
She froze and panted from her energetic dance steps.  His eyes dropped to
her heaving chest and she looked down.

“Oh lord!” 

She zipped the overalls up all the way
to her throat, wishing the floor would swallow her whole.

“How long have you been here?”

“Long enough.”

Her eyes widened when he walked
closer, his eyes hot on hers.  He reached over his shoulder and the next
moment he pulled his tee-shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. 
Jenna’s eyes widened and she swallowed looking at his intimidating bulging muscles. 
 He reached down and pulled the string on his shorts loose.  Her eyes
shot to his and she retreated until she was pressed against the wall with his
hard body taking her breath away.

“Wha … what are you doing?”

“I warned you little painter girl. You
didn’t listen.”

“You are not even supposed to be …
NO!”

She tried to stop him, but the zipper
went down and he pushed the overalls off her shoulders and down her arms. 
It fell easily to the floor.

“Callum, you have to … stop.” 

The demand ended in a breathless
whisper when his lips closed over the pulsing vein in her neck and he sucked
deeply on the skin. 

She gasped when she heard a snap as
the front clasp of her bra easily gave way to his strong fingers. It too fell
to the ground.  His mouth moved slowly down her chest, kissing and licking
down the center and then around the bottom of first the one and then the other
breast.  Her nipples already shriveled to tight nubs, eagerly awaiting his
touch.  She clutched his arms and he fisted his hand in her hair at the
nape of her neck.  He pulled slowly, forcing her head back and bent her
over his arm.  He lifted her slightly and she shrieked when his lips
closed over her nipple.  He licked the tip, tugging at it with his
lips.  She moaned and pushed her breast deeper into his mouth.  He
moved to the other and repeated the pleasant but unsatisfactory caress. 
Then she uttered a low tortured mewl when he sucked the tip deep into his mouth
and pulled greedily at the succulent nub. He swopped to the other breast and
offered the same pleasure, her mewl turning feral.