Chapter 8

Around lunch after our poolside fun, Mandy disappeared, and there was no sign of her for the rest of the day. Just as well, since a stack of team reports needed reviewing. Focused on that effort, I jumped when my phone buzzed. A glance at the number had me scratching my head.

“Gary, again,” I muttered. “Twice now. Shit.”

With a curt sigh, I glanced toward Mandy’s empty yard. Not that it could be seen from my office. After a louder exhale, I lifted the handset.

“Hey, Jim.”

In his voice, I caught the swallowed chuckle. Oh, boy. So, not serious business. Well, the only other reason he’d call ... Lucy’s desperation required addressing. Again, my glance drifted to the neighboring home. Should I continue meeting with them? Yep, first time in a long while for such conflict.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“That Fae. Mi.” After speaking, he caved, and the laughter escaped as a snort.

Okay, so not his wife. A lengthy exhale left me. “Yeah, what about her?”

“She’s, uh ... she’s kinda taken with you.”

“Whatcha mean?” Fingers rubbed my head harder. “Thought she’d been told to get that pretty ass back to court and rethink her priorities.”

“She ain’t encountered anyone like you.” He laughed louder. “Not many folks have.”

“Okay, so what?”

“Well, the critter’s been asking around. Just thought you should know.”

Great, now a hot little Fae was trying to hunt me down. What could go wrong? My fingers sank deeper into my hair. “Anyone tell her anything?”

“Nope. But damned if she didn’t give it the old hard sell.”

“Huh?”

“Two of the guys. At the same time. Rode ‘em raw.” He stifled another chuckle. “When they wouldn’t crack, she fled in a huff, with a tiny red dress flapping over her shoulder.”

He broke into a laugh. Hell, at the image of the little hottie, buck naked, sashaying into the distance, I joined in.

“Okay,” I said. “Well, thanks for the heads up.” My focus once more drifted toward the neighbor’s house. “How’s Lucy?”

“Horny as fuck!” His loud, deep guffaw made me move the phone from my ear. “As always. Feels she left you high and dry. Wants to stop by ... soon. Guess I shoulda warned you about that also, huh?”

Although my laughter again merged with his, my gaze stayed in the distance, as if to pierce the walls. The hand on my head slid lower to rub my jaw, and my chuckles petered out before his.

“Yeah, you should’ve,” I said. “Alright, man. Stay safe.”

“You too, sir.”

Nah, didn’t bother correcting him over not using my name. After ending the call, I reclined in the chair. The fingers kept running along my jawline.

Not much I could do about Mi, nor Lucy, for that matter. Ah, to have such problems, right?

A final chuckle fled me, and I stood, rolling sore shoulders. While plowing through a quick dinner of pasta, memories of a far better Italian meal had me smiling. With Mandy’s home now visible, my gaze remained on it. As the sun sank behind the trees, the lights inside flicked on. Tiny flickering beacons. Should I go over? Was Susan in town again?

“Hmm, so what if she is?” I murmured.

A quick peek showed the driveway empty, so no issues with her daughter. Once more, I scoured those distant lights. Wander across the lawn, play once more? Perhaps just share a quiet evening?

“Nah, not yet.”

After a solid night’s sleep, the morning run, swim, and weight routine left me sweating. No sign of my sexy neighbor meant I was scratching my head while leaving the shower. A glance at the closed curtains had me straining to catch sight of her.

Where was the little minx? My chest tightened. More than simply missing the sight of her, I’d made a promise to Charles to keep an eye on his wife.

Hah, needn’t have worried. After stepping onto the rear deck, with a warm mug in my fists, I scanned her yard. My jaw dropped and hot coffee splashed, searing my shaking hand.

Once more on the chaise lounge, she’d upped her game. Not a stitch of clothing covered the enticing vision stretched out and aglow in the morning sunlight. A lump formed in my throat. The entirety of that beguiling, slight frame, including three paler triangles, glistened with suntan lotion.

With long lashes closed and wearing headphones, she was wiggling her toes to whatever music was providing a slender grin. A much wider smile slid onto me. Gods above, I wanted her. I had her, almost.

“Oh, you horny, sexy little tease,” I mumbled while reaching for a towel. “Play ball.”

After gulping the coffee and peeling off a pair of shorts, I crept across the grass. More details arrived. Stiff nipples casting thin shadows over pert cones. They wobbled as she hummed along with the melody.

Once on the deck, I made sure not to cast my shadow over those delightful curves while settling on the warm straps of the chaise beside her. My pulse rose as I lifted my hand. She yipped when the outstretched fingers settled onto the slick warmth of a tight, flat stomach. Though lean muscles convulsed and she sucked hard on trembling lips, the thick dark eyelashes only fluttered.

With a sigh, I rolled to my side and dragged the fingertips over slippery skin. Although whimpers escaped her and those curves twisted toward a bright blue sky, her eyes remained screwed shut. The wobble of those amazing boobs made the nipple shadows blur in the glistening sunscreen.

Yeah, she adored this game. My motions were slow and measured. Fingers drifted over both firm little breasts. Gentle taps of stiff stems got me rapid, stuttering breaths. Their languid glide further away to descend the sleek curved globes drew desperate groans. As my hand meandered over a quavering belly, the groaning became much louder, and heated slickness twisted upward toward the gliding digits. Ah, but I hopped them over where she needed them, and their languid exploration of each slippery thigh had her shaking.

When fingers finally arrived at that toned pelvis, her hips shoved from the lounger, pressing warm skin into my palm. She was beyond aroused; shimmering droplets lined the slender cleft in swollen, flushed petals. Stronger than the aromas of delicate perspiration and coconut sunscreen, the now familiar scent of sweetness was fueling the tingles across my body.

My hand rose, and a groan of disappointment left her. The sound grew shaky as my clawed fingers roamed heaving ribs. Amid giggling snorts mixed with the endless groaning, she twisted under the tickling digits. Yet, still those eyes remained shut.

Just as her slender curves again arched into my fingertips, they found and clamped a rubbery nipple. A yowling moan tore from her, and the warm, slick cone shoved into my palm.

That got me grinning. A constant hammering rattled my skull. Yeah, okay, this game of torment was also quite enjoyable to yours truly.

Time slowed as my digits continued their languid roaming. They drifted along each wonderful curve and explored every sweat-filled valley but the one she needed to have delved. With wide lips shaking, the lithe vision of sexiness twisted ever more forcefully atop the squeaking lounger. Rapid, shaky breaths and powerful moans serenaded the torture.

At last, my hand left her, and I rolled onto my back, leaving her pelvis writhing in midair. It took several seconds before her body collapsed onto the chair amid several frustration-filled huffs. After snuggling into the towel, I closed my eyes and let the sun’s warmth sink into aching muscles.

Not more than a minute later, a loud squelch resounded. A sneaky glance through slitted eyelashes showed slender thighs pressing together.

“Come on ... Pl-please, um, Jim.”

She must’ve noticed my peek. That wavering, low voice dripped with need.

“No.”

Shaky pink lips smacked shut, and long crimson nails clicked on the lounge chair’s side as her hands clenched. Through still-narrowed lashes, I watched a hand rise, then glide, fingers dangling, toward an angry, gleaming clit. Yet, the motion froze, and the dainty digits returned to crush the chair.

This near to such desperation, she wasn’t the only one teetering on the edge of sanity. Muscles kept tensing, and I gritted my teeth. Steel-hard and casting a shadow, my cock pulsed and twitched. Slender trails landed on my belly.

No more pleas came from her. Nor did her hands move again. The silence was broken only by her smacking lips and huffing as she struggled to stay calm. But after a while, rhythmic humming resumed, her toes moved, and fingernails tapped to the music from the headphones.

Perfect.

My hand flew through the air. Fingers plunged into sloppy heat. She flung a high-pitched yelp to the sky.

My digits spread those pillowy folds, then sank into tightness, so alive with slipperiness and warmth. Her hands squealed on the lounge chair. Those sleek curves arched, sending both jiggling cones skyward, but then froze in midair. In slow motion, glistening lips drew apart as her head fell backward. But no sound escaped her as that little tongue whipped in the air. Inside, slippery, silken walls were crushing my fingers, slowing their thrusts.

Even as she turned to me and the long lashes opened, her entire frame spasmed. A single press on that magic spot and the silence ended; she flung a high-pitched scream into my smile amid a cloud of twinkling vapor. My thumb found her clit. Another shriek. More violent shaking.

As the potent sugary scent of her sex intensified, my hand continued to pump more cries and panting breaths from the twisting little figure. Once she could only muster soft whimpers, my motions slowed, and I eased my fingers from clenching tightness. She huffed and groaned as they caressed both puffy, drooling petals.

Those magnificent eyes blinked into sight at last. They fired the most wondrous twinkles into my smile. Amid the madness, the headphones had slipped loose. Music came from them as they dangled beneath her chair, serenading the calmness that followed.

Her gaze tracked the rise of my fist from the quivering pelvis. Those lashes blinked quicker when shiny digits moved toward her lips. Her eyes grew wider, flicking between the approaching hand and my grin. When my fingertips pressed, her mouth parted, letting them sink through a moan and over a swirling tongue.

The universe slowed, but her cheeks collapsed. Those gorgeous blue jewels sparkled as she slurped. She slid forward to engulf more of my fingers. A hand left the chair to caress my arm. When my well-cleaned digits departed that wondrous mouth, she licked and sucked her lips. The most amazing grin appeared.

“Lemme guess,” I said. “Never tasted yourself either?”

“Nuh-uh.” She inspected my fingers, then glanced at her shiny folds before returning to me.

“Well?” I asked.

“It’s so sweet.” That grin grew wider and even more amazing.

“Yes, you are.” I chuckled. “Can’t wait to devour that tasty pussy.”

A full second or two lapsed before her tired mind deciphered my words. Her eyes widened, and that sleek pelvis curled toward me. Already beckoning?

Another chuckle left me as I made a noisy show of running my tongue around my lips. A loud moan burbled from her as she dropped backward onto the lounger amid a swarm of disheveled black tresses. Her writhing staggered as she was wracked by a powerful shudder.

“But lunch before dessert,” I said, getting to my feet.

The minx’s desperate gaze flashed to my throbbing, stiff mast, and its ache deepened. Her eyes softened, and slender fingers rose toward my wobbling cock, but I tossed her a quick grin.

Pure torture. Yep, that march to my home was a turnabout. Deserved it, though, huh?

After returning with a pair of wine coolers and platters of sandwiches, I set everything on the edge of the pool. A smile blazed up at me as my hand lowered to help the trembling woman to her feet. With her wobbly, I kept Mandy tight while taking us into the crystal water.

Her huffing and my hiss as chilliness seeped into sun-heated flesh led to a lengthy silence. Beside each other, we leaned against the wall and munched. Poor thing was ravenous, and a sandwich flashed away before I got halfway through mine. She blinked at me as I moved the other half onto her plate. It too disappeared into those perfect lips.