SEX Unlimited The Complete Volumes (9 page)

“I think I need one more taste before you go,” he says, twisting me around to my back as he makes his way down between my thighs.

“Oh my god, again? I don’t think I’m capable.”

“I’m capable of making you capable,” he says in between kisses and then he proves it.

It’s a groggy drive home in the dark of night. My hair is mussed from hours of sex and my body aches in the best possible way. As I pull into my driveway, I see a car I don’t recognize in front of my house. Getting out, I scan the area, straining to see if anyone is inside the car, and then the door opens.

James.

“What, in God’s name, are you doing out here at this time of night?” I demand, dumfounded by his presence.

“I could ask you the same thing, Candace. Where have you been at this hour?”

I wave a finger in the air over my head, “Oh, no. Don’t even think you can come to
my
home and question me about my whereabouts. I could call the police, you know.”

“I’m the Chief of Police. What good will that do you? I just came here to talk and you weren’t here, so I waited…and waited.”

I drop my hand to my hip and gape at him. “Yes, I know you’re the chief. I was married to you for fifteen years. But, as you well know, we aren’t married anymore and you have no right to be here, especially when I’ve clearly told you not to come back.” My tone is dripping with sarcasm and it’s pissing me off that he’s ruining the high I was on.

“You’ve been out fucking someone, haven’t you? Look at yourself. The walk of shame doesn’t look good on you, Candace.”

I throw up my middle finger. “Fuck you, James. Get off my property or I will call the police and I don’t give a damn if you’re one of them or not because you’re not above the law. You made your choice over a year ago when you fucked your secretary. You don’t get to come back now and find forgiveness on my doorstep.”

He puts both hands up but has that shit eating grin on his face I’ve always hated when he was trying to be a smug bastard. “Alright, alright. I’m going. I’m not giving up though.”

“You’re wasting your time, James. There’s nothing left for us. You broke us and there’s no repairing the damage,” are the last words I say before unlocking the front door and slamming it behind me.
What a ballsy asshole.
My phone dings; it’s Brisban.

Brisban: Just wanted to check that you made it home ok with how late it is.

I smile instantly. And he says he’s not sweet.

Me: Just got in. Safe as can be. You?

Brisban: Home now and sleepy after our evening together. Talk tomorrow…today?

Me: Sure, if you want. I know you will be busy.

Brisban: I want.

Me: Okay. Night handsome.

Brisban: Night gorgeous.

“Hi,” his voice is an instant switch for a good mood. I can’t help but grin.

“Hi, yourself.”

“I hope I’m not calling too early.”

“No, I’m just having some coffee and going over some work. I’ve been up for a couple hours now.”

I went to sleep thinking about him and I’d be a damn liar if I said I didn’t check my phone for a text from him when I first woke up.

“I thought maybe you’d sleep in after I kept you out so late last night.” His voice is playful and flirty. He’s in an exceptionally good mood this morning.

I laugh. “Yes, last night was very…eventful.”

“Eventful, huh? Maybe I need to step it up so I get a better description other than
eventful
.” His laughter flows through the phone into my ear. I can’t help but feel energized all over.

“Candace?” his voice transitions from laughter to a more serious tone.

“Yes?” I answer him calmly, though I’m always inwardly nervous when we talk.

There’s a brief pause before he responds. For some reason my heart’s pounding. Is this where he calls it all off? So many questions race through my mind at lightning speed.

“This may be crossing some unspoken line but… would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?”

Silence.

Lump. In. Throat.

What does it mean if I have dinner with him? Does that mean we’re dating? I want to have dinner with him. Who wouldn’t?

“Have I rendered you speechless?” he quirks.

Pulling my shit together, I answer, trying not to sound overly excited. “Dinner sounds nice.”

“You don’t sound very sure. Tell me what you’re thinking right now. No games remember? Just honesty.”

This man pulls no punches; he’s always straight forward.

“I’m sure I want to have dinner with you. What I’m not sure of is what dinner would mean.”

There, I said it. It’s so weird just saying what I’m thinking. I wonder, if everyone communicated this honestly would more relationships last longer? Here I am, communicating more openly with someone I just met than I ever did with my husband of fifteen years. Holding in thoughts, doubts, and worries is like an infection that spreads and festers until it turns into a huge breakdown. When, if they had just opened up and talked things out candidly, the breakdown probably would’ve never happened.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything. We’re just two people with common interests, sharing a meal; nothing more, nothing less. What are you afraid of?”

Everything.

Nothing.

“I don’t know.” And that’s the truth.

“We don’t have to do dinner, Candace. I won’t be offended if you say no, although I will be disappointed.”

I shift in my chair, grateful this is a phone call so he can’t see my uneasiness.

“I just don’t want to complicate things since this is supposed to only be sex,” I sigh, feeling awkward.

“Let me tell you something about sex. Are you listening?”

“Uh huh,” I reply, prepared to hang on his every word.

“Good. Really hear me on this. Sex is more than the physical act itself. When we have dinner tomorrow night, I’ll be fucking your mind the entire time.”

Oh, god.

“Do you want me to tell you how? Maybe you’ll change your mind about dinner.”

I’m stunned into silence.

“Candace?”

“Um, yes?”

“Shall I continue?”

Please. Don’t stop. “Yes.”

“If you accept my invitation, and I believe you will, you’ll wear a nice, form fitting top and a skirt. Under that skirt you’ll go without panties, leaving your pussy completely bare for me.”

Heart pounding.

Pulse racing.

“When I first see you, I’ll connect with those emerald eyes of yours. I’ll admire how they have just the perfect hint of amber around the edges where it blends into the green perfectly. My cock will instantly get hard.” His voice deepens and my stomach flip-flops.

“Then I’ll appreciate how your perfect breasts fill out your top, how your beautiful hips curve, meeting the tops of your incredible legs, and I’ll need to steady my breathing. All along I’ll know your bare, exposed pussy is just beneath the thin fabric of your skirt. My cock will throb with need to be inside you. But alas, I’m a patient man, so I’ll greet you with a soft kiss on your cheek and that’s when I’ll whisper in your ear, telling you how damn gorgeous and sexy you are.” He pauses and I’m practically panting. “You still with me?”

“I am,” I whisper.

“Next, I’ll escort you into the restaurant where I’ll pull your chair out for you. I’ll have to inconspicuously adjust myself to sit, because my dick won’t be easy to control around you. I’ll order a whiskey on the rocks and a glass of red wine for you. We’ll talk. During our conversation you’ll be thinking about how good I’ll fuck you after dinner. I’ll be thinking about how badly I can’t wait to taste you. I’ll ask you if you’re wet; you will be. I might even tell you how I plan to fuck you. You’ll enjoy every word. We’ll eat. The food will be amazing because I’ll take you to the best place in the city.”

My breathing is no longer under my control. I’m completely turned on and I’m pretty certain my panties are wet.

“I’ll pay the bill. We’ll take a cab to the hotel where I’ll fuck your body, just like I’ve fucked your mind all night.”

Dinner has never sounded so good in my whole life. Suddenly, I’m starving.

“So please, tell me, exactly, how dinner might complicate our sexual arrangement?”

I don’t even hesitate. Fuck it.

“What time should I be there and where?”

“JANETTE, I SWEAR TO GOD, I’ve never been so turned on by a phone conversation in my life. I can’t even explain it properly. It was…he’s…good grief, I don’t know. He just
exudes
sex.”

Janette pops another almond in her mouth. She’s perched on my kitchen counter, cross legged, listening to me go on and on about Brisban and my phonegasm.

“Man, you hit the cock jackpot, C. I’m a little jealous. I need some good dick in my life. These asswipes I’ve been with lately are amateurs. I guess older men might just be where it’s at. You still haven’t told me how big though. How big is he?” She holds out her hands about a foot apart and laughs. I burst out laughing, too.

“Do you think I’d be walking straight if he had a dick that big?”

She closes the distance between her hands a tad and raises a brow, a quirky grin on her face. I walk over and move her hands in just so and say, “There, that big.”

She makes an “O” with her mouth and I give her a little curtsy in the center of the kitchen floor. We both break out into giggles.

“Okay, so he has length. What about girth?”

I give her a mischievous grin. “Fingers won’t touch, that’s all I’m saying.”

“You lucky bitch. He’s packing and eats pussy like it’s his job. What’s that website again?”

“Sex Unlimited dot com but you have men falling all over you, Janette. You don’t need a website.”

She hops off the counter and grabs another handful of almonds from the bag.

“True, true, but none of them are what you have. I want a Brisban.”

She sashays into the living room as I roll my eyes and follow behind her. Dropping down onto the sofa she pats the space beside her. “Sit. Let’s talk serious now. Have you talked to James again?”

James. I don’t want to think about him, much less talk about him.

“No.”

“Well, what are you going to do about him? I know how you are, C, and it’s eating away at you. He’s always had this odd sense of power over you. I know him coming around like this is really fucking you up.”

I lean my head back on the sofa cushion and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I know and you’re right. It’s making me crazy. I put up this bitch front to his face but as soon as he’s gone my heart aches and I’m mourning us all over again. I’m reliving the divorce again. Seeing him hurts because, deep down, I don’t think I’ll ever
not
love him and it pisses me off. I don’t
want
to love him, Janette. I don’t want to feel anything for him at all.”

My eyes fill with tears and I realize I’m holding my breath. Janette leans over and puts her arm around me.

“Oh honey, don’t cry. You know how I feel about crying. I have to cry if anyone around me cries and I’ve got my new lashes on this morning.”