Everything She Never Wanted

Chapter 8

8

Henry thought he was going to come in his pants. The sexy rasp of her voice when she was turned on was enough to make him dizzy. Her flushed skin, his dilated eyes, her lips plump and wet from kissing him. He never thought he’d get a chance to see any of that in real life.

And she was teasing him.

No. Not teasing.

Making a promise?

He had no intention of stopping, but Cynthia made it clear she didn’t want him to. He was so hard he wasn’t sure if he’d ever recover, but it was Cynthia. He’d wait for her. He’d waited for her for years. A few more minutes wouldn’t kill him.

He hoped.

Henry stripped her sweater off and tossed it toward the living room. It was probably expensive, but he’d buy her a new one if he ruined it. His mind was on other things.

Like the milky globes spilling over the top of her blue lace b*a.

Jesus.

“You’re stunning,” he grunted. His hands were drawn to her skin, reaching for her like she was a mirage and would disappear at any moment. When his palm connected with hot, soft skin, he thought he was going to go crazy. He tested their weight in his hands, then reached back and unclasped her b*a. The straps fell from her shoulders. She moved to pull them down, but he stopped her.

With his teeth, Henry tugged her b*a off. He nuzzled her breasts, burying his face between them. He nipped her skin and she clutched at him. He moved to one n****e and ran his tongue around the tightened peak then pressed the flat of his tongue over it. She moaned and he felt like a god.

He sucked her n****e into his mouth and set to work on making her lose her mind. He could tell her breasts were sensitive. f**k, how he loved a woman with responsive t**s. He licked and sucked and bit her. He lifted one breast and pinched the underside, getting a moan out of her. Her head fell back, thrusting her deeper into his mouth. He sucked hard, pressing her n****e against the roof of his mouth. Then he closed his mouth, capturing her in his teeth. She moaned again.

He circled her n****e with his tongue and slowly eased her out of his mouth. On his way to the other one, he asked, “Can you come like this?”

She looked down at him, his eyes dazed and glassy. Her hair was wild, like she was running her hand through it as he teased her. She nibbled her lip and shrugged. “I never have before, but I’m definitely close.”

He flashed her a wicked grin. “Let’s get closer then.”

He captured her other breast in his mouth, sucking hard and flicking her n****e with his tongue. She gasped then held his head in place. He did it again, then pulled back so he could bite her. She cried out, then moaned when he laved the bite with his tongue. Her fingers ran down his back, nails out, and he thrust against her again. He didn’t want to think about how many men had her nail marks on their backs. Or how many women had left their mark on him.

Her breathing grew shallower. He didn’t let up, thrusting as he suckled her. Adding a bite once in a while. Tweaking the n****e he didn’t have in his mouth. He knew she was getting close. Pants became soft moans. Then louder. And louder. Until she was begging him.

“Henry, please. Make me come. Oh, God, I need to come so bad. Please, Henry.”

Hearing his name on her lips, begging him to make her come, nearly undid him. He had to touch her. To feel her body clamp down on him. Abandoning one breast, he quickly unbuttoned her jeans and drew down the zipper. With her legs wrapped tight around his waist, he carried her to the couch, laid her down and yanked her jeans and panties down. He plunged a finger deep into her tight channel and groaned with her as she instantly came on his finger.

“Oh, yes! Don’t stop! Yes, Henry!”

There wasn’t a damn thing that would get him to stop.

He thrust harder and deeper into her. Before her breathing returned to normal, her body tightened around him again, milking his finger as she screamed his name and praised him.

He was a f*****g hero.

He eased his finger in and out of her, enjoying the slick feel of her as she came down. After a minute she looked up at him, the green in her brown eyes almost taking over. Her cheeks were flushed dark pink, and the color went all the way down to her tight n*****s. He couldn’t resist leaning down and edging the tip of his tongue around each one. She shivered beneath him, her channel clenching around his finger again.

“I’ve never come that hard before,” she whispered.

He froze. It was definitely amazing, but he was surprised he was able to deliver another best for her.

“It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re sexy as fuck.”

She gave him a dazed grin then moaned as he slid his finger out of her. He stuck it in his mouth, his c**k hardening as the musky flavor of her filled his mouth. He groaned, wishing he’d had the chance to lick it off her instead of off his finger. He held her eyes, watching them widen and get brighter as he licked his finger clean.

She licked her lips then pulled him down for a kiss. He devoured her, making sure she tasted herself on his tongue. She groaned, then reached for his c**k. He jerked against her hand, cursing the denim barrier between them.

“Off,” she demanded, pushing away from him and tugging at his jeans.

He gladly stripped his jeans, watching her when his c**k sprung free. She slid off the couch onto her knees and pushed him down where she was sitting. She only had eyes for his c**k, making him that much harder.

She leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of him. He lunged forward, her silky tongue shooting fire to his balls. One hand wrapped around the base of him and stroked slowly up, then down, and back. She circled his head with her tongue, then dipped it into the slit in his crown. She was killing him.

Her saliva aided her hand to move quickly up and down, drawing her fist from the base to the head of his c**k. He groaned, gripping the couch to keep from forcing her mouth over his d**k.

When she took him in her mouth, he almost came. He hadn’t felt that way with a woman in years. He always made sure whatever woman he was with was satisfied, well satisfied, before he even thought about letting her take care of him. Even then, he was focused on the woman.

Cynthia made him forget that. She looked so hot with her pink lips wrapped around his d**k that he couldn’t stop himself from taking from her. His fingers threaded into her hair, pulling it out of her face so he could watch her. Her hand worked with her mouth, moving in opposite directions, to stroke and lick and suck him. She swirled her tongue around his head and grazed him with her teeth. When she cupped his balls, he saw stars.

“I’m gonna come, Cynthia. Jesus, I can’t stop it.”

She jerked him faster and sucked harder. She toyed with his balls and they tightened, then erupted. Henry shouted her name, thrusting deep into her throat and holding her there as he came. Wave after wave washed over him, his vision blurring as his body pumped into her.

Slowly, he realized he was still holding her on his d**k. He released her hair, letting her pull away from him. He watched, dazed, as she swallowed then looked up at him with big eyes.

“Are you okay?” He smoothed her hair back. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. “No, of course not. Thank you for letting me do that.”

He gave her a cocky grin and said, “You are welcome to do that any time you want.”

Cynthia laughed then pushed to her feet. Her jeans were stuck at her ankles. Henry let his eyes roam her n***d body and wondered if he’d get another chance to touch her or taste her. Just in case, he memorized every inch of her. Rounded belly, full breasts, dark hair at the juncture of her thighs, short, curvy legs, and those pink n*****s he could feast on for hours and never get enough of. He’d wanted her for so long that finally having her wasn’t enough. He wanted to sink deep into her, fill her and feel her slick channel tighten around his c**k as he came. He wanted to kiss her until he ran out of breath, then kiss her some more. He wanted to touch her and hold her and make love to her every day.

Which meant one thing.

He was definitely not over her.

And he was almost certainly still in love with her.

Henry surged to his feet and yanked up his jeans. He tucked his c**k away and prayed it stayed put. He couldn’t risk Cynthia finding out he might still love her. Even a hint of anything more than fun and she’d run so fast his head would spin.

“I should probably feed you after all that.”

She laughed. He went to the kitchen, ignoring her as she pulled her clothes back on. “Yeah,” she said, her voice muffled, “I’m glad we didn’t put it in the oven before or we’d have to go out for a pizza or something.”

He bit his lip to keep from groaning. He’d love to put something in her oven, but that would never happen.

Shit. He was turning back into the lovesick fool he always was around her. Imagining a future she had no intention of being a part of. Planning their wedding and picturing kids. She wanted nothing to do with Bereton, and Henry didn’t ever want to leave. It would never work, but he couldn’t stop wishing it would.

Tim Courtney grinned at the woman as he handed over her change and thanked her for shopping. She winked at him, but he pretended not to notice. He did notice the way her curvy hips swayed from side to side as she walked toward the door and left though.

He was human. And single. And male. It was impossible for him not to notice.

“She’s a looker, boss. You should have gotten her number,” Scott Lambert, Tim’s right hand man, said.

Tim shook his head and grinned. “I’d have to give it to you.”

Scott snorted. “Don’t think I wouldn’t happily take her off your hands, but she only had eyes for you.”

“I think one failed marriage is enough for me.”

“Who said anything about marriage?”

“You know I can’t sleep with just anyone. And dating leads to s*x and s*x leads to commitment and commitment leads to marriage. Been there, failed at that.”

Scott shook his head. “You need to give yourself a little credit. Your marriage falling apart wasn’t all on you.”

Tim shrugged. “It feels like it was. I’m the one who works all hours of the day and was constantly forgetting important events.”

“Like Sam’s basketball game today?”

“s**t,” Tim blurted, digging out his phone. He sighed when he saw the time. “I have thirty minutes. You gave me a heart attack.”

Scott laughed. “You know I wouldn’t let you forget.”

Tim shot him a look. “Where were you when my marriage was circling the drain?”

“Would it really have made a difference?”

Tim sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t know. I guess I hope it would have if I was around more, but then she would have been pissed off that I wasn’t making more money.”

“Yeah, well, women are crazy like that.”

“And why are you trying to talk me into getting some random woman’s number if you know that?”

Scott laughed. “Misery loves company.”

Tim laughed. “Yeah, well, you’re going to have to be miserable on your own. We both know things might be relatively quiet around here right now, but once spring hits those bees are going to start making honey for us and it’s going to get even crazier around here.”

Scott nodded. “I know. That’s why I make sure all my relationships are short-lived. You’re not like me. You need something serious.”

“Are you saying I’m not a man-w***e?”

Scott smirked. “I resemble that remark.”

Tim chuckled. “Yes, my friend, you do. It will be fun to watch you fall for someone.”

Scott shook his head. “Never going to happen. You’ll be married again before I fall in love.”

“Guess we’re both out of luck then because I’m done with marriage.”

“We’re both better with bees. The sting hurts less than a woman’s.”

Tim laughed. “Ain’t that the truth.”

Two women walked in, the door alerting the men to the arrival. Tim looked up and saw Vivian, one of his favorite clients. He didn’t recognize the younger woman with her, but he guessed it was her daughter. Vivian mentioned Cynthia a few times when she’d been in. He thought she lived out of town somewhere. Vivian sent her something new every so often. Candles, lip balm, soap, and even some bee pollen. She was one of his regulars.

“Good afternoon ladies,” Tim said as he approached them. “How are you doing today?”

“Hey Tim,” Vivian said immediately. Her grin lit up the place like it always did. She had her long hair pulled back in a clip, but strands of gray and brown broke free and framed her face. He always thought she was beautiful, especially when she turned her green eyes on him. “This is my daughter I’ve told you about. Cynthia, this is Tim. He owns For The Love Of Honey.”

Tim shook the younger woman’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Cynthia. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“The same,” she said with a wide grin. Tim could see the similarities between mother and daughter, especially when she grinned and green ran into her eyes. “I’ve loved your stuff. I told Mom I wanted to see it for myself.”

“Well, thank you. We work hard to make unique items. You should come back in the summer and I can show you around the fields.”

“Unfortunately, I’ll probably be gone by then. I lost my job and am looking for something else. When I find it, I’ll have to move.”

“What do you do?” Tim asked. He glanced at Vivian and saw the wistful look in her eyes. She didn’t want her daughter to leave again. He understood that feeling.

“I’m a journalist.”

“What about the Gazette?”

She nodded. “I’m already working there. I figured it was something to do so I can contribute. I don’t like mooching off my mom.” She smiled and hugged Vivian. Tim knew Vivian’s ex ran out on them when Cynthia was young, not even a year old. He shared many of his own parenting shortcomings with her, knowing she’d understand how hard it was to be a good parent when you were parenting alone. Tim’s ex, Marnie, shared custody with him, but when he had the kids, he was alone. It was hard, but he and Vivian both agreed they’d do anything for their kids.

“I’m guessing your mom just likes having you around.”

“That’s what I keep telling her,” Vivian said with a shake of her head. “She’s all worried that her showers are costing me so much more money or that she eats too much.”

“That’s better than a kid who is more than happy to accept hand-outs without a second thought. She’s independent. You’ve raised her well.”

Vivian blushed at the compliment. Tim just stared at her. She really was beautiful.

“Well, I did my best. I think I should have told her how great small town living is more often.”

Tim laughed. When his oldest, Justin, went to college, he had the same dislike of small town life. After four years of college in Los Angeles, he came back home and never stopped talking about how much better it was to be somewhere that he knew everyone.

“There’s always something we wish we’d done differently.”

Vivian nodded. “Always.”

They shared a smile that warmed Tim from the inside. He could easily spend the entire day talking to Vivian and her daughter. Cynthia was just as sweet as Vivian. Same sense of humor and great laugh. When Scott walked up, Tim knew he had to go.

“It’s almost four.”

Tim nodded. “Thanks. I apologize, ladies, but I have a basketball game to get to. Anything you need, Scott will be happy to help you.”

“Thanks,” Cynthia said with a smile. “And it was nice to meet you.”

“You as well. I hope to see you again.”

“I’m sure you will.”

“Vivian. A pleasure as always.”

He leaned in and kissed her cheek like he’d done a thousand times. She returned the gesture, her soft skin brushing against his as she rested her hand on his arm.

“Good luck to Sam. Is he still on track for a scholarship?”

Tim nodded, proud of his youngest. He was proud of all his kids, but Sam was the only one left in high school. With Justin working and William in college, Sam was the one he had time with the most regularly. He was a hard worker with a hell of a brain, and a jump shot that had scouts from all over watching him. Even though he was only sixteen and still had a year and a half of high school left, he was being watched.

“He’s had a great season so far. They’re on track to go to the playoffs. He’s really excited.”

“Excellent. Have fun at the game. I’m sure we’ll see you soon.”

Tim said goodbye and walked away. As he climbed in his truck and drove toward school, he couldn’t stop thinking about the way Vivian smelled, or how good her skin felt against his cheek.