Lost and Found (Growing Pains #1)(98)

“Sorry about back there. I got lost in the moment,” he murmured. They were cocooned in a web of intimacy, a deep, heavy thing moving in his chest.

“I fell on you,” her voice was barely above a whisper, her words floating softly on her sweet breath.

“No, uh, back at the winery. I didn’t mean to...get so close. Go against our deal. I’m sorry about that,” he said softly, consumed with her.

“Oh,” she sighed more than spoke, leaning heavily against his chest.

“Just do him already and fill me in later!” Marcus shouted.

Sean could see the words registering; her thick black lashes fluttering against her cheek. Her forehead knotted, a look of abject terror crossing her face. “Oh!”

It was a very different “oh” than before. A sobering sound. A curtain call to the night.

Krista jerked back, struggling in his grip. Sean shook his head, wanting to continue this moment, searching, wanting to figure out that felling, but knowing it wasn’t the time. He let go of her arms, forcing himself to step back.

“Who could blame a guy, eh? At least your slip up didn’t leave teeth marks.” Krista winked at him, a professional at getting back to reality, almost as if she constantly had experience.

He wasn’t so practiced. “You helped me out tonight. I owe the evening’s success to you, it seems. Really good work, Krista. Really good. Good thing you never listen to me.”

Sean didn’t want to leave. He wanted to tell the others to go ahead; that he’d make his own way home. But that was impossible, especially because it was at that moment that Sean noticed the figure walking up behind Krista.

Sean didn’t normally check out other guys, but this time he couldn’t help it. This time he noticed the handsome dark stranger as he walked up and put a territorial hand on Krista’s shoulder.

“Oh!” Krista flinched in fear before she saw Paul. “Paul, Jesus, I didn’t see you there.”

Paul didn’t say anything as he looked at Sean, but he didn’t have to. He had the girl.

“Paul, this is my boss, Sean,” Krista said, not shrugging off the hand on her shoulder. “Sean, you’ve heard about Paul.”

“Hey, bro,” Paul leaned over Krista to shake hands.

Right away Sean noticed the weak handshake. That was a loss of points in guy code. Too bad most women didn’t care about guy code. As far as women code was concerned, Paul had plenty going for him. It was a shitty end to the night.

“Hello. Okay, Krista, good night. See you fresh Monday morning.” Sean turned back toward the limo.

“He was hot,” Marcus said as Sean shut the door.

“That was Krista’s man?” Judy asked, launching forward to see.

“Must be. He grabbed her butt.”

“Paul, right?” Ray looked at Sean.

“Yes,” Sean said, wanting to be home and away from anyone connected to work or Krista.

“I’ve seen hotter,” Monica said in a voice laced with sex.

“Of course you have!” Marcus shouted. “I’m sitting right here!”

Judy and Ray burst out laughing. Sean looked out the window.

When they were dropping Marcus off across town, Sean felt Monica’s hand on his hip, hidden by their angle and the way he was sitting. Sean, still looking out the window, leaned his head back. He didn’t want her. Maybe when he’d first met her, but not anymore. She paled in comparison to Krista. But he had to admit that her hand felt good, and he was still turned on from having Krista that close to him. He couldn’t shake her off.

Sensing his acquiescence, Monica’s hands started kneading, staying out of sight. It worked farther in, toward his groin. Her efforts were getting him hard, but barely.

As they let Judy out, they shifted seats, Ray getting closer to the door and Monica moving in such a way that further efforts would be hidden. She had a streak of voyeurism. She wanted to be seen. She wanted others to witness.

She must’ve realized that Sean would never let that happen.

As Ray chatted amicably, Monica’s hand reached his inner thigh.

“Spread your legs a little,” she said in a hush.

Sean leaned and did as instructed, and was rewarded as her palm spread across his erection.

“Don’t you think, Sean?” he heard.

Ray was looking at him in the darkness, hopefully not realizing what was happening.

“What’s that?” Her hand started rubbing, sending shooting pulses of pleasure into his gut.

“I said, Krista did well tonight. She looked the part, played the part—she was top quality tonight.”

Sean’s zipper was pulled down. As a soft hand wrapped around his shaft, he tried not to moan. He knew what Ray was trying to do. Knew his friend didn’t want Sean to give in to Monica. Too late.

“She was, yes,” Sean muttered distractedly as Monica’s fist pumped over his skin.

“Okay, well…think it through,” Ray said as he climbed out. The door slammed behind him.

“Let’s get serious,” Monica said instantly, crouching between his legs and hiking up her dress.

“Condom.”

She practically dove into her purse. As he secured the latex, he was struck with a pang of guilt. This wasn’t right. He was being exactly the man Krista abhorred.