A couple of minutes later, she appeared in the doorway. Bracing her arm against the frame, she gave him a saucy smile. “Did you come up with that nickname because I’m a Lark?”
“No, because you’re delicate, wounded and my Lark.” His eyes skimmed over the black button dress that cinched in with a belt and highlighted her womanly figure. “Are you ready to play? This game has many different steps. If you’re up to the task,” he said giving her a chance to back out.
“No, I–I want to.”
He saw the determination flickering in the depths of her whiskey brown eyes. She was
willing to take risks too. “Come here.”
She walked over and stood beside him.
Pan turned to the dresser and lifted the lid. Two glossy, metallic gray balls rested in circular indentions. “Do you know what these are?”
“Ben Wa Balls.”
“Have you ever used them before?” he asked.
“No, but a lot of my friends did after they had babies.”
“They can be used to strengthen using kegels, but they can also be used for other things.
Take off your panties.
She lifted her skirt to do his bidding and he damn near leaked pre-come on the spot. “Such a good girl. You’re eager to experience everything I have to show you. Step out of your heels and put your foot on the bed facing me.” She did as he asked and he moaned as he scented her pussy.
Palming the balls, he knelt in front of her and placed a kiss on her lips. “There are so many things I’d like to do you right now. But I can’t. Not yet.” He licked the ball getting it wet and eased it inside her.
She moaned.
“One down, one to go.” He licked the other one and placed it with its twin. Once they were positioned, he licked a path up her slit, moved away and smoothed down her skirt. “No panties t
onight.”
Her jaw dropped. “What?”
“No panties, little bird. Let’s get you out of your comfy nest and ready to fly.”
“Haven’t you already sent me soaring?”
“Oh no, we’re just working on mending that broken wing. When I take you out of the tree and up to the air, you’ll know it. I’ll give you some time to freshen up after work. Wear what you want as long as it’s a skirt or a dress.” He walked away, enjoying the feel of her gaze on his back. Lark rose to every scenario he delivered. Her perceived perfection was starting to scare the shit out of him. It meant he had more to lose. This shit would give him a major case of anxiety if he wasn’t careful. He shifted his weight.
Is she interested in you, or the way you make her come? She’s lived her life thinking about her sister for as long as she can remember. Maybe you’re a taste of forbidden fruit? His inner voice continued to pummel him like a rookie going up against a prizefighter. As he entered the living room, his fingers itched to wrap around a cool glass longneck. Licking his dry lips, he struggled against the compulsion. This was where he fell short—over and over.
“Pan, I’m ready.”
Her voice sliced through the thoughts like heated metal. He peered up and gasped.
She was a vision in a light blue dress that belled out around her and offered a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts.
Her clothes were always amazing because they hinted and let his mind fill in the blanks. He liked that because it meant other motherfuckers didn’t get to see shit. “Yes, you are. Let’s get the hell out of here before I drag you upstairs.” He pushed up from the couch, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. For now, she was his and that would have to be enough.
He’d hold onto her for as long as he could and deal with the fallout later.
A woman like this didn’t have a reason to stay with him forever and he wasn’t a well off enough man to offer it. She dealt with addicts and their issues her whole life. Why would she want to do it again? He could curb his need to get wasted, but he couldn’t bury the self-hate, loathing and guilt that led him to destruction time and time again. I’ll hide it for as long as I can.
They got a table on the back patio just in time to watch the rush come in. He sipped on his beer and studied her.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” She tilted her head.