Two Dates Max (9 page)

Sean

Though I hadn’t expected a vow of undying love or eternal devotion, I was still a little disappointed he hadn’t even bothered to draw a heart or anything. Oh well…men.

I rummaged in the refrigerator and found yogurt and strawberries. After chasing them down with a cup of black coffee I felt much more human. Sean and I still had a lot to talk about, but if he needed time I would definitely give it to him. I threw my clothes back on and headed home to get ready for work.

* * * * *

The morning flew by and I only thought of Sean about one out of every five minutes. My shift wouldn’t end until five but he didn’t usually work out on Fridays. However, at three o’clock a familiar set of broad shoulders walked through the door and brightened my day.

“Sean…”

“Hey, beautiful. How’s your day been?”

Heat infused my face and I knew I was blushing to the roots of my hair. Though we were alone at the front desk, this was the first time he’d called me beautiful in public and my pulse leapt.

“It’s been dragging. How was yours?”

He shrugged before adjusting the strap of his gym bag. “Mine dragged a bit too.”

I smiled and barely fought the urge to reach out and touch him. Fraternizing with the members was seriously frowned upon. I’d rationalized that since Sean was practically my neighbor, and the manager of the store I shopped at, he didn’t count. I just didn’t want to test my boss’s view of that theory.

“How long are you working out today?” I asked.

He shrugged again and looked around the gym before glancing at his watch. “Probably an hour.”

I tried to hide my disappointment that he wouldn’t be staying until my quitting time.

“Okay. Well…have a good workout.”

He smirked at my standard line before heading off to the locker room. Of course I watched him walk away.

The next hour breezed by and a few minutes after four Sean walked up to the counter again. I was trying to talk to an irate customer but the woman wouldn’t let me get a word in.

“I don’t care who dropped the ball this time. That hot tub is out of order again and that is unacceptable.”

“Yes ma’am, you’re right and I apologi—”

“Where is your manager? I demand to see the manager right this minute.”

I called for Ryan again over the PA system but suspected he was hiding. This particular member “demanded to see the manager” at least every other week. Sometimes she had valid complaints like the current hot tub situation, but others…not so much. I secretly thought she had a crush on Ryan but wasn’t sure how to go about getting his number.

“Ma’am, I apologize but Mr. Ryan must still be in his meeting. Why don’t you leave your number with me and I’ll be certain he gets it.”

Her expression cleared, all traces of anger mysteriously gone.

“Yes, that’s a good idea. I think that’s what I’ll do.”

She was forty-five if she was a day but who was I to knock the cougar down a peg? Twenty-eight-year-old Craig Ryan was pretty damn hot and more than this member had taken notice.

She actually smiled at me as she handed over a small, violet business card. I nearly choked when I read it.

“Thank you, Ms. Hertz. I’ll make sure he gets this the moment I see him.”

She just huffed and walked out the door.

Sean ambled over and raised an inquiring brow as I unsuccessfully held back my laughter.

“Ms. Hertz,” I snorted out while holding up her business card. “A masseuse.”

After that there was no holding back. I burst out into full-fledged laughter, wiping tears from my eyes within seconds. Sean smiled and shook his head.

“You’re terrible.”

“Oh please. You gotta admit that’s funny.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, okay.”

I finished laughing with a sigh. “So…you outta here for the day?”

He ran a hand over his short hair. “Yeah. I’m going to run home and clean up. I can come back to get you if you want.”

He was looking at the counter instead of me. Butterflies took flight in my stomach at the telltale sign of his discomfort. Was he regretting our night together already?

“Um, actually I think I’ll just drive myself home.”

That brought his head up immediately. “Can I pick you up later?”

Before I could answer, the glass doors swung open violently as if the jerk entering had tried to rip them off their hinges. I looked around Sean to see the bald biker guy who had been looking for Elle before. He stalked up to the counter, stopping beside Sean as if he wasn’t there, and placed both hands flat on the counter.

“Elle.”

I decided to play dumb. “No sir, I’m Megan. Can I help you?”

The wraparound sunglasses didn’t hide his scowl. “I’m looking for Elle.”

“I’m sorry. She still isn’t here. I believe she’s on vacation right now.”

His already tight shoulders bunched and for a heartbeat I thought he meant to jump over the counter. My pulse leapt into overdrive and Sean dropped his gym bag to the floor.

“When. Will. She. Be. Back?” he asked through gritted teeth.

I kept my smile in place even though I was shaking. “I. Don’t. Know.”

Sean cleared his throat and straightened to his full height but Angry Bald Guy didn’t even bother to glance at him.

“Fine. I’ll be back.”

He abruptly turned and stalked out, pushing through the doors as violently as he’d entered.

I plopped down in my chair and buried my face in my hands.

“What the fuck, Megan?”

I looked up to find Sean scowling at me. “Huh?”

“Who the hell was that?”

I just shrugged and shook my head. “Elle’s new fan club president? Fuck if I know, but this is his second visit while I’ve been at the counter.”

Sean looked out the window as a motorcycle revved and sped by.

“I’ve never seen him around before but he looks like trouble.”

I took a deep, calming breath. “Yeah. He looks like one of Declan’s friends.”

Sean looked back at me, still scowling. “That’s not good. Why would Declan send someone after Elle? Has he ever done that before?”

“Ummm, no…”

“What?”

I blew out another breath. “For one thing she’s usually crawling back by now.” Sean raised a brow in surprise and motioned for me to go on. “This is the first time she took
all
of her stuff. Plus she’s staying over at Hank’s place.”

He whistled and shook his head. “That’s not good.”

My face heated as immediate anger surged through me and I shot out of my chair. “That bastard beat the shit out of her. What the fuck did you want her to do?”

He studied me for a moment before picking his bag back up and slipping the strap over his shoulder.

“I didn’t mean she shouldn’t have left him, Megan. I meant staying with Hank will only piss Declan off more.”

Deflated, I slumped back into my chair. “Oh.”

“You gonna be okay the next few minutes? Or do you think that asshole will be back before then?”

I glanced at the door as if expecting him to come right back.

“I should be fine. I’m off in less than an hour and there are plenty of other guys here to watch my back.”

He looked as if he wanted to argue but just nodded his agreement instead.

“All right. Will you come over for dinner again?”

I smiled, all thoughts of Angry Bald Guy evaporating. “Sure.”

He smiled back and gave a single nod before walking out the door. Then I remembered he didn’t say what time to be there.

* * * * *

I was stepping out of my shower just after six o’clock when my doorbell rang. I hastily wrapped a towel around my body, leaving my wet hair dripping down my back as I ran to the door. A glance through the peephole showed Sean standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face. Dread settled in the pit of my stomach and I took a deep breath before opening the door.

“Hey Se—”

His mouth was on mine before he was completely through the door. I melted against his hard body, vaguely aware of him kicking the door shut and reaching back to lock it.

He abandoned my mouth to nibble on my jaw. “I couldn’t wait anymore.”

“Oh,” I sighed as he walked me back into the living room.

“Mmmm, you smell like cinnamon.”

“M-my body wash…”

“I like it.”

He ran the tip of his tongue along the side of my neck. A shiver coursed down my spine and the towel slipped from one hand. Before I could snatch it back, he grabbed both my wrists and pinned my arms behind me.

“Sean!”

The look he gave me was all innocence. “What?”

I giggled as he sucked water droplets from my shoulders, slowly working his way to my hardened nipples.

“I’m getting your shirt wet.”

He paused long enough to whip his shirt off before again taking both my wrists in one large hand. My breath caught in my throat the moment his chest was revealed.

“Damn. I’ll never get tired of that sight,” I sighed.

He chuckled and blatantly ogled my breasts. “Me either.”

I rubbed my nipples against him and moaned at the contact. His breathing grew heavy but he made no move to stop me.

“Now what? You’ve got me where you want me,” I said.

He grinned and shook his head. “Not quite.”

Before I knew what was happening he had me turned around and bent over the back of my sofa. My yelp of surprise turned into a moan when he ran his palm over my ass.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispered.

I fought to catch my breath as he continued to tease me with slow caresses and explicit language.

“I’m going to slide my cock so deep inside your beautiful pussy, baby. You’re not going to know where I end and you begin.”

His crude words left me breathless. “Y-yes…please.”

“Are you wet inside and out?”

“God yes!”

He chuckled and slid a finger in to check. I groaned loudly and clutched the sofa cushions in both hands.

“Fuck yeah, you are.”

I could only pant in response.

His palms warmed my ass again, one on each cheek, before he slid them up my spine. He reached around to fill both hands with my breasts and pressed his hard body against me. Denim rubbed my oversensitized skin, sending chills up my spine.

“Sean…”

My passion-fogged brain couldn’t think past his name. So I whimpered instead and he seemed to understand.

“I’ve got you, baby. Yeah. Right where I want you.”

He squeezed my breasts, gently pinching my nipples between thumb and forefinger, giving just enough of a tug to make me gasp.

“Sean!”

His deep chuckle sent another shaft of lust through me that was enhanced when he rocked his hips forward to pin my lower body to the sofa.

“Off…take your clothes…off.”

He chuckled again. “All in good time. We’ve got all night.”

I groaned. “Noooo.”

His rough jeans pressed against my ass before he began rubbing up and down. The hard ridge of his erection teased my most sensitive spot and I pressed back.

“You like that?”

“Y-yesssss.”

He pressed hard.

“God yes,” I moaned.

He continued to rock his hips against mine, keeping my lower body pinned beneath his. I couldn’t do anything but fight for each breath as my excitement grew with each thrust.

After an eternity his zipper hissed and the warmth of his softest skin rubbed between my ass cheeks.

“Oh now. Please, Sean. Now.”

“Yeah. I think you’re ready.”

He seemed to be talking more to himself than me and I couldn’t form a coherent sentence to reply with anyway. After another short delay I heard foil rip and knew he would be in me in seconds.

He groaned as he slid his hard cock through my moisture, teasing both of us. I wanted to yell at him but couldn’t catch my breath to do so. I pushed my ass back against him and felt the tip of his erection probing between my legs, and then he was
there
. I wanted to cry in relief when he finally slid inside in one smooth thrust. He was in to the hilt and stayed pressed firmly against me for a few seconds, adjusting to the glorious sensation.

“Fucking perfect. Like the first time,” he whispered.

I opened my mouth but all that came out was a moan as he began to move.

He leaned over my back, balancing one palm on the sofa cushion while his other hand teased my breast. I tried to move against him but he had me pinned too securely. I was putty in his hands as he completely controlled our passion. There was no room for complaint. My orgasm sparked quickly and I knew it wouldn’t take much for me. His free hand left my breast and snuck between the sofa and me to find my clit.