The Wild Side (The Wild Side #1)(11)

CHAPTER FIVE

She took my finger out of her, pulling up her shorts.  She didn’t sit down or buckle up though.  She wasn’t finished with me.

She moved to kneel over me, her br**sts right at eye level.  I grabbed her perfect little ass and buried my face there.

She moaned, holding one puckered tip up to my mouth.  “Suck on them.  They’re so sensitive, baby.  I’ve had fantasies about you touching them, licking them, sucking on them, since the first time I saw you.”

I wanted to ask her about that, but my mouth was full.  Both of my hands moved up to fondle her roughly.  I licked her ni**les, drawing them into my mouth.

I was hard again, or still, and I pushed up at her as I played with her tits.

It was better than Christmas, and I hadn’t even f**ked her yet.

“The first time, I’m going to take you against the front door, because that is as far as we’re going to make it before I bury my c**k in that tight little cunt of yours.”  I spoke against her nipple, then moved to the other, taking it into my mouth for a few rough pulls.

She moaned, bouncing on my lap.

“Am I being too rough on them?”

“No.”

“They’re so soft.  You have the most spectacular rack on the planet, but I’m sure you know that.”

“Mmm, tell me anyway.”

I smiled and nuzzled into her.

Resolutely, I set her back in her seat.  I tried to zip her bra back up for her, but I couldn’t make her fit back into it.

She laughed and waved me off, doing it herself.

“The second time I think we’ll make it into the kitchen.  I’ll take you face down on the counter.  It should be just the perfect height.”

She buckled up, then reached over and stroked my c**k with a light touch.

I started driving, pulling back onto the road with one hand, the other covering hers, pushing it into my shorts, and stroking hard.

She pulled away, because we were approaching the gate.  I squeezed my tip hard one last time and reached up to grip the steering wheel.

The guard nodded at me, a question in his eyes.  He opened the gate, but tried to wave me over.

I ignored him.  I really didn’t want to talk to him just then.  Not to mention my impossible to miss hard-on.

I started cursing as I pulled into my driveway.  A familiar black Mercedes was parked at the front door.  It was unoccupied, which infuriated me, as I saw no one around.  The bitch had somehow kept a key.

“Whose car is that?”

“Tammy’s.  My ex-wife.”

She whistled.  “She come over often?”

“No.  Never.  Well, hardly ever.  The last time I saw her was a few months ago, when she came to hit me up for money.  Don’t ask me why she needed it.  I gave her millions in the divorce settlement.  My best guess is she couldn’t access the full amount fast enough.”

“Does she still have a key?”

“I guess so.  She’s not supposed to, but I’m positive that I didn’t leave the house unlocked, and I don’t see her out here.”

“Wow.  She filched a key?  She’s still got a thing for you, huh?”

I shot her a look.  “Hardly.  That was kind of the problem with our marriage.  When we were younger, I encouraged her to go to school.  She went for a few years, then dropped out.  She told me I was pushing her into a career she didn’t want.  She said she wanted to stay at home, keep house, even though we paid someone to clean the place, but I said fine.

I just wanted her to be happy, but she was never happy.  I swear she spent ten years where she did nothing but play on the computer, addicted to some online game.  When I caught her cheating, she said that I made her stay home, that I’d held her back, and turned her into a depressed housewife.

“Sheesh, make up your mind, Dair, were you pushing her too hard or holding her back?”

I smiled at the teasing note to her voice.  “I wish I knew.  I was just doing my best.  She said I worked too much, then when I’d take time off to be with her, she said I was smothering her.”

“She sounds bipolar.”

“Probably.  Whatever she is, it’s not my problem anymore.”  I’d never been so happy about it as I was at just that moment.

“Well, her loss is my gain.”

“I’m sorry.  I need to stop talking about this.  I’m probably boring you to tears.”

“Not at all.  I want to hear it.  I want to know everything.  Every piece of the puzzle.”

“Me being the puzzle?”

“Of course.”

I thought that was encouraging.  And I loved that she thought of people as puzzles.  I thought the same.

I sighed heavily.  “She doesn’t seem to be coming out.  I guess I should get this over with.”

“So I get to meet your ex already?”

Why did she look gleeful at the prospect?

“What do you mean, already?  Were you planning to meet her later?”

She winked at me.  “Well, yeah, eventually.  It was inevitable, right?”

What the hell did she mean by that?  I couldn’t begin to guess.  I could only be relieved that she wasn’t running in the other direction at the first sign of drama.