The Best Of Blaze - Six Sexy Romances

Chris bent his head to suck her nipples again. They felt perfect in his mouth. Her breasts were his ideal—not too big, not too small, a perfect handful with reddish-brown nipples he couldn’t get enough of.

“You’re a breast man, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice hardly a whisper.

“I am,” he readily confessed. “Ass is nice, but tits are the tits.”

“Don’t make me laugh while you’re fucking me. I once laughed a guy right out of my vagina.”

“I dare you to try. I’m not going anywhere. I’m in and I plan on staying...” He thrust in deep. “Right.” He thrust in deeper. “Here.” He thrust in as deep as he could go before pulling out again to the tip.

“So good.” Joey wrapped her legs around him, tucking them against his sides and resting her heels on his back. “Kira says it takes six months at least to rebound from a bad breakup.”

“You want me to fuck you for the next six months?”

“Solid,” she said. “Non stop.”

“I don’t know if one condom’s going to last six straight months. Better go to Costco.”

“That’s what oral is for.”

“If you think I wouldn’t spend half a year eating you out, you don’t know me.”

“I don’t know you. Not anymore. But I’m enjoying getting to know you.”

“A pleasure to make your reacquaintance, Joey Silvia.”

“The pleasure is all mine...”

Joey raised her head and kissed his naked shoulder. It was a small thing but felt so good he swore an electric current passed from her lips to his shoulder all the way down to his toes and back up to his cock. She kissed his shoulder again, licked and bit it. She liked his shoulders. She liked his body. He could tell because she couldn’t seem to stop touching him. Her hands wandered down his arms, down his back, up his sides and his neck and over his chest. She kissed him everywhere she could reach. He had to block out the pleasure of her touches and kisses as he fucked her or he would come in the next fifteen seconds when he wanted to last another fifteen minutes at least. Or another fifteen hours. Fuck it, he’d stay in her the next fifteen weeks. Who needed to work when he had a girl like this willing to spread for him?

One time isn’t going to be enough.

He didn’t say that out loud, did he?

Chris looked down at Joey’s face. Her eyes were closed. She looked utterly lost in the moment. Good. He hadn’t said it out loud. But it was true. One time fucking this woman was a few thousand times too few.

“How you doing?” He whispered the question into her ear between kisses on her neck.

“I need to come,” she said.

“Tell me what I can do to make that happen.”

“Can you use your fingers on my clit? Please?”

He spread his knees and dragged her down the bed closer to him. He licked his fingertips and pushed them against her swollen clitoris.

“God...”

“Good things happen when you use the magic word.”

Now he barely moved in her, just shallow thrusts moving only a couple inches in and out while he massaged her with her fingers. Joey reached up and grasped his shoulders, squeezing them as she neared climax. Her hips bounced on the bed as she coaxed herself toward her orgasm, and he did everything he could to get her there. He rubbed and stroked and worked his cock in her. Her fingers dug so hard into his arms that she nearly broke the skin. Fine. Good. Let her do it. He loved making her feel this good. If he had to bleed a little for it, all the better. He’d have souvenirs to look at in the mirror tomorrow as he remembered every single thing they did to each other this night.

“Come for me, Joey. I want to watch you come. I want to feel it on my cock. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me out. It won’t work, but I want to feel it try.”

He thrust faster and rubbed harder. She was so wet now he could feel it on his upper thighs, feel it on the bed under them, dripping where they joined. God, it was dirty and beautiful and sexy as hell. This woman—he could fuck her till he died, which might not be long from now because if she didn’t come soon, it would kill him. The need to ride her and slam into her nearly overwhelmed him. Just the thought of it made him thrust a little harder.

“Yes,” Joey gasped. “Again.”

He thrust in harder. Harder.

“Don’t stop.”

He grabbed her by the waist and gave it to her, gave her all he had. He pounded into her, cock ramming deep and rough, and she loved it, she fucking loved it. He didn’t need her words to tell him, although they did. She said his name, over and over again, called out for more, for it harder, for it faster, and he did it all not because she told him to, but because he needed it as badly as she did. Joey went silent, completely silent, and her back arched so hard her shoulders came completely off the bed. She was coming. He could feel her pussy clenching wildly around him. He rammed her again, slamming into her, holding on to her breasts with both of his hands, squeezing them as he fucked her. And then he came, too, came hard, came harder than he remembered coming in years. Chris felt it behind his eyes, a white light that obliterated the world except for his body, Joey’s body and semen that shot out of him in waves of pure sensation.

Slowly he came back to awareness. Wincing, he gently pulled out of Joey, hoping not to lose the condom in the withdrawal. He’d fucked her so hard he had a quick moment of panic that he might have broken it. He couldn’t feel it. Then again, he couldn’t feel his feet, either, and they were still there. He hoped.

The condom was still there, too, thank fuck. He dropped a kiss on the center of Joey’s panting chest.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised. He left her on the bed and walked into the bathroom. He disposed of the condom, splashed water on his face, peed like usual. Nice that the plumbing still worked after all the rough treatment he’d just put it through.

“Good job,” he said to his cock. They were a good team, too.

Chris knew he should probably head out, leave Joey to get comfortable in her new temporary home, but he couldn’t help but hope she’d want him to stay the night. Maybe he could tempt her with the promise of breakfast at the Lost Lake Café tomorrow morning. Maybe he could tempt her with the promise of more sex before breakfast. Or after. But preferably before. They didn’t have any other condoms but who needed them when they had fingers and tongues and lips?

But first he had to tell her about Lost Lake Village Rentals, which was the one thing he was supposed to do with Joey tonight. Dillon had said Joey would be more open to the idea if it came from Chris instead of her own brother. Maybe if Chris could talk Joey into giving their idea a try, Dillon wouldn’t kill him for sleeping with her before anything was decided.

And if Joey said yes...that would mean she’d be around here, living here, in Lost Lake or at least near Lost Lake. Chris could see her all the time. It wouldn’t mean years until their paths crossed again. He fully intended for their paths to cross again and hard. Joey had such beautiful paths...

He slipped back into the bedroom.

“Hey, Jo. I meant to tell you—”

Chris stopped speaking when he noticed Joey was no longer in the bedroom. She must have gone downstairs while he’d been in the bathroom. Should he wait? Had she run down to use the half bath off the kitchen? Or was she hungry and digging for food, which meant he should definitely join her?

Although they’d just spent the last hour naked together, Chris didn’t feel comfortable yet walking around the house without any clothes on. And it looked like she’d dressed, too. Her clothes weren’t on the floor anymore where he remembered tossing them. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, found his flannel and buttoned it up.

“Jo?” He headed down the steps in bare feet. “Where’d you go?”

“Just down on the couch,” she said. Her voice sounded light, but tense, like she was trying to sound happy.

“You okay?”

“Fine. Just tired. Lots of traveling. Jet lag and all that.”

Chris walked to the couch and found her wrapped up in a wool blanket, her knees pulled to her chest, a cup of tea clutched tight in her hands.

“Want me to light the fire for you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll go to bed soon.”

Chris didn’t know what to do, what to say. He sat on the end of the couch, not too far but not too close.

“Do you...feel weird about—?” It was as far as Chris made it in his question before Joey’s head dropped to her knees and he heard the unmistakable sound of tears.

“Fuck, Joey, what’s wrong?” He moved in closer, terrified to touch her when she was so clearly upset and yet desperate to be near her.

“I’m sorry.” She choked out the words between soft sobbing breaths. “It’s not you, I swear.”

“What is it?”

She raised her head and rubbed tears off her cheeks on the corner of the blanket.

“It’s really over.”

“What is?”

“Me and Ben.”

“Yeah, I assumed it was.”

“No, you don’t get it. I’ve never cheated on any guy in my life. I wouldn’t. And you and I had sex. And since we did, that means I know it’s over, because I wouldn’t have sex with someone else if it wasn’t. I guess... I guess it just hit me that it’s over over.”

“You want it to be over, right? I mean, he’s married.”

“Yes, I definitely don’t want to date a married man. I don’t. But for two years I didn’t know he was married. For two years he was just my boyfriend. Mine. All mine. I thought.”

“You lost a lot here. You lost your boyfriend and you lost your whole vision of who you thought he was.”

“I’m just so stupid. How could I not know? Of course he was married. He never wanted me to come to LA? Never? Not once? Like what did I think that was about? He thought I’d break up with him because the traffic’s so bad? Seriously—what was I thinking?”

“I dated a girl for two years without meeting her parents. It just never worked out time-wise with our schedules. It wasn’t like she secretly kept her parents chained up in the basement. You just took him at his word. You wanted to believe you were dating an honest man. You wanted to believe the best in someone. That’s not stupid.”

“It feels stupid. It feels like I’m stupid.”

“You aren’t. You’re a good person who got lied to. We all get lied to. My ex cheated on me two months with her new boyfriend before I figured it out.”

“Two months is not two years.”

“But she lied to me, and I believed it. You just dated a really good liar.”

“His poor wife—she must hate me.”

“If she’s a good person, she hates him, not you.”

“Unless he lied to her.”

“That’s not your problem. Their marriage is not your problem.”

“No,” she said softly. “I’ve got my own problems.”

“Work?”

She nodded.

“He’s the VP of Operations at the airline. He’s not my boss but he is a boss. I can’t...but I have to go back. I can’t let him win. He should quit, not me. I shouldn’t be the one who has to give up her job because he lied.”

“Yeah, he should quit. It would be the only honorable thing he could do.” Not for one second did Chris think this asshole Ben would quit his job just so Joey could keep working there with some comfort and dignity. A man like that didn’t know the meaning of the word honor.

“I’m so tempted to call HR on him. You know there’s a rule against bosses dating underlings. We ignored it because he wasn’t my boss, but if I told them, it would get him fired.”

“Do that. Definitely.”

“It would probably also get me fired.”

“Okay, maybe don’t do that. But you should think about, I don’t know...”

“What?”

She looked at him with hope in her eyes. Hope and sorrow and enough of both to break his heart and shut him up. Now was not the time to offer her a new job. Now might be the worst time in the history of all time to offer her a new job.

“You should think about yourself,” he said. “Just take care of yourself while you’re home.”

“I will. Thanks, Chris. You’re the best.”

“Thank you. I know.”

That got a little smile out of her.

“I’m going to go to bed,” she said, sipping her tea before setting the half-drunk mug down on the coffee table.

“Good idea. I’ll just, um, get my boots. Left them upstairs.”

He stood up and she smiled at him. He wanted to touch her, caress her face, her hair, something. But she seemed so distant there on the couch wrapped up in her blanket, her body hidden from him, her face wet with tears.

In the bedroom he pulled on his socks and work boots, found his white T-shirt and underwear. He tossed the condom wrapper and straightened the sheets a little so Joey wouldn’t have to when she came up to bed. With a pang of regret he looked at the bed where not twenty minutes ago he was buried deep inside Joey and they were having the best sex of their lives. At least, it was some of the best sex of his. What he wouldn’t give for a time machine. He’d go back twenty minutes—no, two years—and somehow stop Joey from dating this asshole who’d broken her heart so badly. But that was a childish dream for a grown man. Then again, one dream of his youth had come true tonight. No one could fault him for hoping for another dream come true.

He went back downstairs and Joey was still on the couch. Waiting for him to leave? Probably.

“Hey, I left my number on the nightstand,” he said. “Call me or text me or something. I won’t take it personally if this was, like, just a one-night thing. But I do want to hear from you. Tell me you’re okay or something. Okay?”

“Okay. Thank you.”

Thank you? That’s what he got after such a sexy, beautiful night? Thank you?

“You can tell your friend now that you did what she suggested. Then maybe she’ll get off your back.”

“She will. I’ll tell her I did exactly what she told me to. Too bad it didn’t work.”

“Yeah,” Chris said, forcing himself to smile. “Too bad.”

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