Big O Box Set

Everything looks to be in place. Why the hell am I so nervous?

The doorbell rings, giving me a start. Taking a deep breath, I open it and my jaw nearly drops. Cadie stands in the doorway wearing a body-hugging mini dress that might appear modest on some women, but Cadie is all legs and so it seems as though there’s a whole lot of skin showing—which there is. I drink her all in and swallow hard.

Speaking of hard … Fuck, why can’t I contain that beast when she’s around? I shift my stance so it’s less noticeable.

“Hi,” I say.

Her smile is as blinding as the sun shining through storm clouds. “Hey.”

“I hope you like pasta.”

She looks confused and I realize with a sudden crushing of my lungs, that she wasn’t here for pasta. She wasn’t considering this a date. This was just supposed to be a hook-up. I wanted to get to know her. She wanted something else.

I recover quickly. “You should eat something. You’ll need your strength.”

She doesn’t look relieved, just less confused. She nods and says, “I love pasta.”

“Dinner on the patio?”

She nods again, and that confused, almost disappointed look doesn’t go away.

I dish out our plates and we head out to the patio. The ocean provides a soothing soundtrack for our meal, and the bioluminescent algae, a brilliant light show. All in my back yard. I love this place. It’s small and quaint and rustic. It was barely a shack when I bought it. Mostly, I bought it for the beachfront property. I got it at a steal and have been building it up for years. Now it’s my sanctuary.

“Your home is amazing,” Cadie says, her eyes lit up as she looks up at the full moon. “I bet it drives the women crazy. It’s very romantic.”

I shrug. “Wouldn’t know. I’ve never had a woman over.”

She looks over at me, a suspicious eyebrow quirked. “Why not?”

“I’m sure you’ve seen the crazy comments on my Instagram. Would you want that following you home?”

Her smile lights up the night and I’m dying to take her in my arms. “Gotcha. Why let me come over then? What if I’m one of those crazies who made the comments?”

“You’re not.”

I don’t tell her that I’ve been watching her account too and would recognize her the second she posted.

She takes a bite of pasta and her eyes practically roll in the back of her head. She lets out a moan that sounds slightly sexual, but probably wasn’t meant to be. I’m sure that’s just where my mind will go any time she moans.

“This is amazing. Did you make this?” she says, pointing down to her plate.

I nod. It’s seafood linguini, a specialty of mine. Living on the ocean has its perks. One of them is the seafood is always fresh.

I smile and watch as she enjoys her meal. My stomach is too tangled in knots to eat. But she looks like she’s starving. I imagine all that dancing builds up an appetite. I like watching her eat. I suspect she could be doing anything right about now and I would enjoy watching it.

The wind pulls dark strands of her hair out of her ponytail and they get trapped in the gloss on her lips. With long, delicate fingers, she tucks it behind her ears. As she enjoys her food, my mind is racing for anything else I can offer her that she might enjoy because it gives me a thrill to bring her any kind of pleasure. Usually the only kind of pleasure I know how to give a woman is sex. This is all new to me. Her happiness is like air to me. I need it. I want her so bad right now. I ache for her.

“You’re staring,” she says.

I blink several times to break the spell she has me under. “Was I? Sorry, I was spacing out.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“You, in that dance studio, on that stage. I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind.”

She looks down, hiding her shy smile. “I didn’t take you for a fan of the arts. You seem a bit rugged for that.”

“I’m not a fan of the arts normally. But you …”

You’re different, you’re not like anyone I’ve ever met and I can’t get you out of my mind, I want to tell her, but I hold my tongue, afraid anything I say might scare her off again.

“You’re very talented and I enjoyed watching you dance,” I say instead.

“Thanks. I’ve been dancing since I was little. It’s been my passion for as long as I can remember. It never really went anywhere, though. Not until now.”

“Until now?” I say, confused.

Her smile beams. “They called me this evening. I got the job.”

I’m up and out of my chair before I realize what I’m doing. I’m lifting her out of her chair, her arms wrap around my neck, and she lets out an adorable happy squeal as I spin her around.

“Congratulations. I knew someone would appreciate your dance as much as I did. How couldn’t they?” I say.

She leans back and looks at me, the smile gone from her face. Her eyes bore into mine and there’s a need there that’s familiar. She crushes her lips against mine. When I lift her off the ground again, her legs wrap around my waist and I carry her inside. I know my way around my house well enough that I can kiss her and carry her to my room without looking up. I lay her down on my bed. She keeps her legs around me. When I push my hips into her, she arches her back and moans into my mouth.

Her lips are warm and delicious. Whenever I stop kissing her, she pulls me back in. We kiss until my lips are raw. I open my eyes to watch her face. I want to see her reaction when I reach for the hem of her dress to make sure there’s no hesitation this time. There isn’t. Only pure, unadulterated passion. She sits up and I pull her dress off in one swift motion.

She’s a vision in a black lace bra and panties, but I don’t have much time to take it all in before she’s pulling me back to her, her tongue finding its way back to mine. Eager little thing, I think with a smile.

She pushes up to grind against me. “Wait, wait,” she says, breathless. She stops grinding, and I feel the loss of her heat instantly. “I don’t want to come yet.”

Her words send the blood in my head straight down to my cock.

She peels my shirt off. I take off her bra. She takes off my shorts, and we keep removing each other’s clothes until we’re both naked. As soon as my dick springs free from my boxers, Cadie gasps. Her eyes go wide, and she tentatively reaches out as if she might touch it, but pulls her hand back.

I laugh. “You can touch it. It won’t bite.”

She smiles, embarrassed. “It’s intimidating.”

I cock my head. Maybe this guy she’s trying to forget about isn’t some well-hung Thor-type after all. I swallow back the jealousy that creeps into my thoughts and force the image of her with another guy out of my head.

“Not as intimidating as it is to be with someone like you.”

She looks surprised. “Please, I’m sure you’ve been with plenty of women more beautiful than me.”

I shake my head vehemently. “Never. I’ve never met anyone like you in my life.”

I kiss her before I say something stupid, before I unfurl all these new feelings I have for her. She doesn’t want to hear that. It will just ruin the mood.

Burying my face in her neck, I lick and suck at her beating pulse. She pulls in a breath and whimpers. I make my way to her breast and flick the hard nipple with my tongue. A surprised sound escapes her lips. Then I take the whole thing in my mouth, rolling my tongue around the soft mound of flesh. When I’ve given it thorough attention, I do the same with the other.

Cadie reaches between our bodies and cups the shaft of my cock in her hand, and I lose focus for a moment, overwhelmed by the amazing sensation of being in her grasp. Seeing my pleasure, she starts to stroke. My breathing quickens, and I too stand on the edge of coming. I quickly pull out of her grip and she lets out a small laugh, knowing the effect she’s having on me.

“Looks like we’re both on the edge,” she says.

“It’s a good thing we have all night to do it

over and over again,” I tell her.

I didn’t get the reputation as the Bed Shaker by shooting and leaving. I can get off and five minutes later, I’m ready to go again. Normally it takes me a lot longer to come the first time, but I’m so turned on by Cadie that I have a feeling I’m about to be a two-pump-chump. There’s a first time for everything, I suppose.

“I want you inside me,” she breathes.