“The Forbes 30 Under 30?” My body reminded me of Roads with a distinctive ache between my legs. Not an ache of longing but rather a physical, very real pain. I was sore from that tryst. My face flushed with color, remembering that I’d almost killed him with a cookie.
“No, he made the top eligible bachelors in the US. And his photograph is making its way around the Internet because he had the gall to pose in one of those bikinis the Europeans all wear. He’s got quite the hunkish build and is covered in tattoos. Although I guess all you kids are these days.”
I want to smash the phone through my glass back door. It was funny how two people doing the exact same thing could be looked at two different ways—one becomes a spinster, and the other…the most eligible bachelor in the universe. Also, my mom called Speedos bikinis. Imagining Edison Roads in a bikini made me hold back a laugh.
I just wanted my chili and Netflix, a glass of wine, and my body pillow. My vagina had been pounded by the human centaur with a horse dick, and then I’d almost slayed that same dragon with a peanut.
My cell phone rang in the skirt of my apron.
“I’ve got to go, Mom. Dinner is burning.”
“Lane,” I said when I answered my phone.
“Roads,” he said. His voice gave no hint of affection. I guess there was no truce following the cookie incident.
“How’d you get my number?” I asked him. Billy was bleating his head off and prancing like a maniac. He must have to pee. Imelda was meowing too because she wanted in on the symphony.
“Miss Mills, I realize I’m from out of state and I don’t fully understand the culture of your customs, but where I come from, it’s considered quite rude to commit a near homicide and then ditch the victim at the hospital. Negligent, in fact.”
“Mr. Roads, they assured me you’d be fine. I can’t help that you shove things in your mouth without first going over the facts.”
“Quite the same could be said for you, little Cherry.” His voice was gravelly, and it made my stomach roll in a good way, but I was too hot-headed to play dangerous games with a dangerous man. I didn’t kill him with my cookies, but I would with my business plan. “Are you at the zoo? I hear animals.”
“Do you want to come as my date to the Red Cross ball on—” I picked up the sticky invitation to inspect it “—Independence Day?” I’d had no idea this was a patriotic festival. Fireworks, hotdogs, and America’s most eligible bachelor.
I was only asking because I knew how much the whole thing would humiliate him. Either saying no or stooping low enough to actually come with me. My mother would flip, and the whole town would gossip itself into an early grave.
“Are you asking me out, Miss Mills?”
“I understand if you’re too busy.”
“Tell me what you’re wearing.”
“An apron and nothing else. Although I’ve coated my whole body in peanut butter.”
“Such a naughty little Cherry, aren’t you? You can’t sass that much with my cock in your mouth.”
My stomach flipped and my thigh muscles clenched. This man should wear a medical alert bracelet, one that warned of exploding ovaries in his presence. God, just his rough voice alone was dangerous.
“Is that a yes?” I was already scratching “Mr. Edison Roads” onto the line marked “guest” with a pen.
“First you ditch me over breakfast, and then you leave me for dead. I think you owe me an explanation for such inhospitable behavior, Cherry.”
“Starts at eight. Pick me up at seven thirty. I’ll text you the address!” I slipped my phone into the pocket of my apron and ran to let out the kids.
My body was on fire again just from his flirty dirty talk, and I was afraid I’d have to relieve myself, even though I was still raw between my legs.
I practically dived into my king-size bed and ripped back the covers. I rummaged in my nightstand for a certain large vibrator. It still wasn’t as big as his dick. It only took second for me to strip down to nothing except the flimsy apron tied at the waist and the neck. Viciously, I pinched my nipples that were aching with soreness. My clit was already swollen and my tender folds slick with desire at hearing his voice. I caressed my needy slit with the trembling phallus until finally I slipped it inside me and fucked it in to reach my G-spot.
A few thrusts and I was falling apart on my hand, gasping and moaning as my muscles milked the battery-operated device. But it was his hardness I imagined between my legs as I came. The hot spurts of his come filling me up.