Katie Ashley - The Pairing

She shook her head. “How about never has it been like that.”

He couldn’t help staring at her incredulously. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, that I’ve never gotten off like that.” She gave him a sheepish grin. “At least not with a man.”

At her insinuation, he felt warmth enter his face. “Are you blushing about me mentioning masturbating?”

“No, I’m not,” he protested feebly.

Megan laughed. “You really are something else, you know that?”

“I am?”

“Hell yes. One minute you’ve got your tongue buried inside me, giving me the most intense orgasm of my life, and then the next you’re blushing. It’s like you became another person a few minutes ago. You were forceful and domineering.” A shudder rippled through her as she raised her brows. “Do you always get like that when it comes to sex?”

Pesh felt even more warmth creeping into his cheeks. How she could talk so frankly without any pants on, he had no idea. “We should cover you up.”

“You were enjoying the view a few minutes ago.” She leaned over and winked at him. “A very up-close and personal view.”

He rubbed his hands over his face. “Honestly, I don’t know what came over me. I came in here to tell you I was sorry and that you wouldn’t have to worry about me coming on to you again.” And then all hell had broken loose. It was like he had been fried with the electrical current from the paddles on the crash cart. He’d decided to become another person to win her and damned if he had. Almost too easily for his liking. What had he said to her in the heat of the moment?

He stared intently at her. “All I could think of was how much I wanted you and what it would take to have you.”

“You really wanted me that much?” she asked, her brows rising in surprise.

“Yes, I did.”

With a coy smile, she scooted to the edge of the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him closer to her. “What about you?” she asked, as her hand cupped his erection through his pants.

His hips bucked involuntarily, and he closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. “This wasn’t about me,” he murmured.

“I can’t let you go back on the floor with a hard-on.” She licked up the side of his face, causing him to shudder. “I owe you at least a happy ending after those multiple orgasms you just gave me.”

His closed eyes popped open. “Multiple did you say?”

She giggled. “Yeah.”

“Then that means you owe me multiple dates, right?”

Megan reached around to smack his ass. “You’re a bad boy trying to trick me.”

“I’m sorry. I play dirty when I have to.”

Without another word, Megan unbuttoned and unzipped him. She eased his pants and boxer shorts off his hips. When his erection was freed, she glanced between them. “Hmm, pretty impressive.”

He started to laugh at her remark, but when she gripped him in her hand, he gasped. All coherent thoughts flew out of his mind as she stroked his length up and down, alternating from smooth slides to hard tugs. “Would you rather it was my mouth on you than my hand?” she asked.

“Feels good no matter what,” he muttered, his head dipping to rest against her shoulder.

Her breath scorched against his ear. “Mmm, I love that you’re so hard. Just for me, right?”

“Yes,” he panted. “Just for you. Only you.”

Flicking her tongue out, she encircled his lobe and the shell of his ear. “Can you imagine what it would be like to bury yourself deep inside me?”

Her words were having too much of an effect on him. The dirty talk, coupled with the way she had her hand on him, caused him to tighten up. He tried to pull away, but she kept hold of him. And then he was coming undone.

When he finally came back to himself, he opened his eyes to see that he’d come on Megan’s exposed thighs. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay. It was worth it to see your O face.” She smiled dreamily at him. “God, you were beautiful.”

Since he’d never had a woman tell him that, he couldn’t help flushing. He pulled away from her to search for something to clean her up with. Finally, he found a roll of paper towels. When he returned to her, he gently wiped himself off her skin. After he finished, he helped her down off the counter. “I’ll go out first. I need to clean up. And so do you.”

He gave a brief nod. He was having trouble processing all the emotions swirling through his mind. “So when it is?” she asked.

“When is what?” he asked dumbly. He was still far too obliterated by a simple hand job to be processing coherent thoughts.

“Our date.”

He had almost forgotten what he asked of her. Out of the heat of the moment, he felt guilty for what he had done. He shook his head. “No, I wasn’t being fair. You don’t owe me a date.”

“Yes, I do. I always keep my promises.”

“You’re really going to go out with me?”

She grinned. “Of course I am.”

His heartbeat sped up. “Are you off this Saturday?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t have plans?”

“No, I don’t.”

“And you can get someone to watch your son?”

“Yessss,” she replied, with a smile.

“Okay, then let’s do it Saturday.”

“Do what exactly?”

“The date.”

She laughed. “Yes, but what are we doing?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Tilting her head, she eyed him suspiciously. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”

“I promise you’ll like it.”

“What should I wear for this surprise date?”

Already the wheels had been turning in his head. Since it might be his only chance, he knew he wanted to make the date as special as he could. “Wear something dressy. We might be going somewhere that requires more formal wear than jeans.”

“Okay, I think I can do that.”

At the sound of his pager, he grimaced. “Guess I’ll be the one leaving first.” Without hesitating, he bowed his head to kiss her. Just like before, the feel of her mouth against his lit him on fire. Reluctantly, he pulled away.

“Go wash up first.” Her breath warmed his cheek before she glanced up into his eyes. “I can taste myself on you.”

He closed his eyes as a shudder went through his body. “You’re trying to kill me.”

She flashed him a wicked grin. “Sorry. It’s the truth.”

“Behave yourself,” he replied, before he headed to the door.

With less than ten minutes before Pesh was set to arrive for their date, Megan found herself a neurotic mess still holed in the bathroom. She’d changed outfits at least three times before deciding on a black and white lace dress that came just to her knees. It had actually come out of the back of her closet—one of the tamer remnants of her wilder days. Pesh had told her to wear something dressy, and it did fall into the dressy category, although it was probably a little sexier than she would have liked.

While she’d pulled her long hair back into a loose knot at the back of her neck, she was now rethinking her strategy. If she’d left her hair down, it would cover more of the exposed skin that the spaghetti straps and neck of the dress showed. Glancing at her phone one more time, she cringed. “Fuck it,” she muttered, before spritzing on some perfume. After the fragrant cloud faded, she headed out of the bathroom. She grabbed her purse and headed upstairs.

When she came into the kitchen, a loud, cat-calling whistle pierced her ear. She scowled at Sean. “Seriously?”

He shrugged. “You look hot, sis.”

Gavin, who stood beside Sean at the counter, nodded. “We never see you in anything but scrubs.”

Megan couldn’t help smiling at her brothers. “Thank you.”

Wagging his brows, Gavin asked, “Got a hot date, huh?”

“Not exactly,” she replied, as she went to grab her purse.

“Yeah right,” he mumbled under his breath.

After slinging her purse on her shoulder, she whirled around to pin him with her stare. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that chicks don’t get dressed up like that for nothing. You obviously want to impress this guy. So, it’s obviously a hot date.”

“Since when did you become the love guru?” she questioned.

Sean grinned as he elbowed Gavin. “She’s getting riled, man. Being irrational about little things usually means love.”

Megan opened her mouth to lay into her brothers, but then found herself speechless, so she closed it back up. Without another word to her brothers, she went into the living room. She found her dad lounging in his chair with Mason snuggled to his side. When her dad looked up, he did a double take. “Don’t you look beautiful, sweetheart,” he said.

She bent down and kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Daddy.”

Mason tore his gaze away from the television to look at her. “Mommy, bye-bye?”

This was one question she hadn’t anticipated explaining. “Yes, Mommy is going to go see a friend today, and you’re going to stay here with Grammy and Granddad.”

His tiny brows furrowed. “Mace no go?”

Guilt rocketed through her. How could she spend one of her few off days away from her son? The doorbell rang, and she was forced out of her self-loathing to answer the door. Taking a deep breath, she opened it. Her heart did a funny little flip-flop at the sight of Pesh on the porch. It wasn’t just how handsome he looked in his khaki pants, red button-down Polo shirt, and black blazer. It was also the fact he held a dozen red roses in his hand. “Hi,” she said shyly, after they had stared at each other for a few seconds.

He smiled. “Hello.”

“Would you like to come in?”

As he nodded, she stepped aside to give him room to come in the door. He turned back to her and held out the roses. “These are for you.” After the words left his lips, he grimaced, as if what he had said offended him.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

“Bye-bye kiss, Mommy!” Mason called from the living room.

She smiled apologetically at Pesh. “I’m sorry. I’ll just be one minute.”

“Take your time.”

She hurried across the foyer and into the living room. She deposited the roses onto one of the tables. “I’ll be back tonight. You be a good boy, okay?” she said, when she got to her father’s chair. She leaned over and kissed both of Mason’s cheeks. “Give Mommy a kiss.”

He gave her a smacking kiss on the cheek. “Bye, my love,” Megan said, before turning and heading out of the room. She’d just reached Pesh’s side when he glanced past her. “What?” she asked.

“I think we have a potential stowaway,” he replied, with a smile.

She whirled around to see Mason standing in the foyer. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“No go,” he whimpered.

She glanced up at Pesh. “I’m sorry. He usually is fine about me leaving him.” She knelt down beside Mason. “I won’t be gone long, and you’ll have much more fun here with Grammy and Granddad. Pesh and I are doing boring, big people stuff.”

“No go!” he cried, as big tears pooled in his eyes.

Pesh knelt down beside her. “Hey buddy, don’t cry. I’m not going to take your mommy away from you.”

“Mace go?” he asked hopefully.

Megan shook her head. “No, sweetheart, I told you that we were going to do big people things today.”

“That’s true,” Pesh said. Then he smiled at Mason. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t take a little detour first.”

Megan’s widened her eyes in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“Why don’t we take Mason to lunch at his favorite place?”

“You don’t mean that,” Megan argued.

Pesh cut his gaze over to her. “Sure, I do. I can adjust our reservations.”

She couldn’t help staring at him in shock. How was it possible he was so willing to change his plans simply because Mason didn’t want her to leave? She fought the urge to reach out and touch his shoulder to make sure he was real—he was far too good to be true at times.

“Is that okay with you?” Pesh asked her.

“Of course it’s all right with me. I was worried about it not being okay with you.”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t mean it.” He reached out and ruffled Mason’s hair. “All right, buddy, where do you want to go for lunch?”

“Cheese! Cheese!” he cried, as he bobbed up and down.

Megan groaned as Pesh’s expression grew confused. “He wants to eat cheese?” he asked.

“No, he wants to go to Chuck E. Cheese—every parent’s worst nightmare.”

Pesh chuckled as he rose up from the floor. “All right then. Chuck E. Cheese it is.”