The Best Laid Plans (17 page)

Last time he’d made her want him so bad, and not delivered. Two could play at that game. She’d deliver, but not right away. She walked ahead out of reach. “Care for a tour?”

“Sure.” He’d stepped closely behind her, so near she could feel his heat saturating the back of her legs, bare in a short skirt, but he didn’t touch her. She showed him the kitchen, and the living room, and the dining area before pointing the bathroom out to him, and then decided to take him to the balcony rather than head straight for the bedroom like her body demanded she do.

She opened the door, and waved him through first.

“This is a fabulous balcony.” His brows were raised and what she could see of his expression looked legitimately impressed by what he saw. It pleased her. The view was one of her favorite things about her home, other than the heated indoor swimming pool on the fourteenth floor. But that wasn’t hers alone or they’d already be naked in it.

“Isn’t it?” Her apartment sat on the twenty-first floor of the southwest corner of the building, and the balcony was on the south side corner. The railings weren’t bars, instead they were solid Plexiglas with iron around the top. No obstructions, though it could get warm in the summer. Jayne craved the heat like a cat, so it wasn’t an issue for her.

“Mmhmm.” He came up behind her, put his hands beside hers on the railing, framing her with his arms. She’d arched her back, pressing her ass against his crotch before she realized she’d moved. And then she began gently grinding against him because she regretted nothing about the crazy way she wanted him.

“You are bad for me.” And she loved it way too much.

He kissed the nape of her neck. “How so?”

She tipped her head forward to give him better access to her neck, watching the traffic below while his lips thrilled her. “I lose myself with you.”

“Then we’re more than even.” His fingers traced patterns across the swell of her hips and the dip of her waist. Sign language unseen, but spoken across her skin in meaningless words her body understood and craved.

She turned and kissed him, wishing she could absorb the sensations that flooded her from his touch and stow them away to bring out and experience later. She pushed her fingers through his hair, and gently pulled him closer, deepening their kiss, needing more. Slow movements turned to frenzy as lust slammed them even closer together, drawing their hands to roam wildly over each other as their tongues stroked and danced across each other.

Jayne couldn’t catch her breath for the desperation clawing at her throat. She needed him now, needed their clothes to evaporate so the tiny barrier between their bodies disappeared.

He broke the kiss. “Stay here.” He pulled away from her and walked into the apartment.

She took a step after him. “Malcolm?” Desire formed a haze over her senses like a thick, warm fog.

“Stay. Please.”

She stayed.

***

Malcolm had never done anything like this before, but the idea velcroed itself to his mind and he couldn’t shake it free. He walked away from Jayne and headed for her bedroom. Quickly finding what he was looking for, he returned to the balcony.

“Blankets? You want to … ?”

He nodded slowly, unable to speak.

“But … out here?” She gestured to the balcony.

“Yes.” His voice was an octave lower than usual. He stepped around her and draped a blanket on the inside of the balcony, with almost a third of the material draped between the top rail and the glass. The neighbor’s balcony was set on the other side, too far away to see, but was now obstructed from view. From the waist down.

No one from the street could see the bottoms of their bodies either.

But
they
could see everything.

Jayne looked around.

“Only if you want to.” Malcolm wrapped the second blanket around himself, wrapped his arms around her so they were in a private cocoon. Her gaze landed on his mouth and he knew she wanted in. She slammed closed the inches between their bodies, arms tightly around him, dropping her hands to his ass where she grabbed him, and squeezed him in furious rhythm with their kiss. She pulled him closer and ground her hips against his already painfully hard erection.

His hands were busy holding the blanket shut at her back, but she didn’t need his help. She unzipped his jeans, yanked them down a few inches, and pushed him back so he leaned against the wall. With a wicked grin, she lowered herself inside the blanket cocoon to her knees, and pulled him free of his boxers.

“Jayne, no—”

“Shut up. You are going to stand there and take everything I give you.” He grinned at the familiar words. And then she took him in her mouth and it was all he could do to hold on against the delicious friction and heat. She ran her tongue up one side and down the other, then sucked him as she took as much of him as she could in, circling her tongue underneath as she went. Her hand joined her mouth in a counterpoint to the sensations, as she stroked, and licked, and sucked every inch of him. Her other hand came up and gently cupped his balls.

God she was good. Too good. He was going to come.

“Jayne, no more.” He gritted his teeth. “Stand up.” Surprisingly she did. “Turn around.” Again she complied. He needed his hands free. “Grab the blanket.” She grabbed the edges, pinching them closed at her chest.

As soon as his hands were free, they were all over her. But it didn’t matter how much he desperately needed to be inside her, he needed to take the time to appreciate the rest of her body. He couldn’t help it. Greedy hands shot up the front of her shirt and under her bra, kneading and rubbing. She squeaked when he flicked her hardened nipples, and sighed when he raked his hands down her belly and pushed up her little jean skirt.

He wanted to record the sounds she made when his hands were on her. They were the most beautiful music he’d ever heard. Instead, he tried to stay present and memorize them, burn the feeling of her skin into his mind because nothing would ever compare to this. She shimmied her hips to help gravity when he slid her panties down, and then he kicked off his jeans.

 
Should I go down on her? I love how wild she gets against my mouth. And out here it would be so delicious – especially after she just did it to me.

But then she spread her legs and leaned forward, bracing herself against the iron, and he couldn’t exist outside of her for another second. He pushed in and she pushed back, and they both moaned throaty and low. She was so wet, so ready for him. Embracing her tightly, he pulled her fully upright so she stood, leaning against his chest while he filled her.

“God, Jayne, you’re perfect.” He kissed her neck and rocked in and out, just marveling at how perfectly they fit together.

“You feel so good.” Her voice shook.

He ran his hands down the backs of her thighs, urging her legs further apart. Gripping her hips, he thrust deeper inside. As he entered her, she pushed back as hard as she could, increasing the force they met with. She panted and he bit her shoulder, reached around and lightly stroked her. She grabbed at the railing again and urged him with her breath and hips to go faster.

So he did.

***

The blankets kept everything covered, but she still felt wildly exposed. A breeze blew in, lapping at her legs and ass, making her feel even more naked. God, anyone looking up would know – there’s no way they couldn’t realize two people were fucking up here. It made it hotter, being seen while staying hidden.

They’d never done it standing up before. New places were stimulated inside her, sweetly stroked, firmly claimed with all the power his thighs could muster. So much more force than when lying in bed. It was delicious and perfect and she wanted him to go even harder, and then he did and she forgot how to breathe.

His hands spread her even further apart, exposing more sensitive areas that his body slapped against as he drove into her. His hard shaft penetrated so deeply her legs wobbled from the utterly contented fullness radiating from her core.

She wanted to face him, but couldn’t move it felt so good, and she needed to touch him, but she couldn’t let go of the blanket. Pleasure and frustration roared through her at having all of him, but not having nearly enough of him as she felt her climax build in her body like rolling thunder. She needed his mouth as well, and his eyes, oh god, she needed to take everything he was into her.

He pulled her closer again, his warmth searing her back, mouth nipping at her neck, and slowed the speed of his hips but kept thrusting like he was trying to fuck right through her. She couldn’t feel her legs, all the blood rushed to where their skin met, making her light-headed in the best possible way.

A pressure at the side of her jaw, and he’d turned her head.

“Open your eyes, Jayne.”

She hadn’t realized they’d been closed. His eyes came into view, ravenous, so close to her own that nothing existed outside of them. The tender kiss he pressed to her lips was such a contrast to the intensity of his hips. He moved his mouth to her ear, and she turned her head to the front.

“Look at them all down there.” His breath tickled and teased. “They could look up and see what a bad girl you’re being with me.” He nibbled her earlobe, rubbed her clit again, and she moaned. “Shh, baby. What will the neighbors think?” he teased. She laughed, and he groaned, fingers pausing their cadence. “You clench me so tightly when you laugh.” His nimble, talented fingers played against her once more, and she knew what it was like to be an instrument of pleasure in the hands of a maestro. She moaned, threw her head back, resting it on his shoulder.

“I know, it feels so good.” He squeezed her. “You feel so good.”

“Harder,” she breathed, loving hearing him. He filled every one of her senses. Her voice was lost in a sigh, so she swallowed and tried again. “More. Harder!”

“The thing about those people down there,” he complied with her demand, going harder, “is that at any second, any one of them, all of them could look up here and see us.” Her heart beat a little faster at the thought of it. “But none of them would truly see how magnificent you are.” He laid a bridge of kisses from one shoulder to the other before speaking again in her other ear. “But I know. How wild, and perfect, and beautiful, and free you are.”

His words pushed her closer. She wanted to be all of those things. A small part of her doubted her physical transformation. She still waited for someone to see her for the fraud she was. But he smacked that small part of her down with his words. In his arms, right here right now she felt like she was all the things he said.

He increased his speed, his voice husky when he spoke. “You are fierce, and gorgeous, and smarter than all of them. Always have been. You’re the most amazing woman and you don’t even realize the power you wield.”

She pushed him back and to the floor of the balcony, dropping the blanket and the last tendrils of her insecure past, as she climbed on top of him and rode him at a furious pace, not caring if anyone saw.

Seconds later, she spiraled over the edge of her orgasm, coming so hard, she felt like she’d tumbled from the balcony and never hit the ground.

***

Eventually, they’d moved inside, and were sprawled out on her bed, languishing in the afterglow of the barriers that had been shattered on the balcony.

“We should spend more time together.” Malcolm caressed her hip.

She pushed up to rest on her elbow. “Wow. I mean, I know you’ve got stamina, but—”

“I mean time together that isn’t spent with full frontal nudity.”

“What’s wrong with that? I like our naked romps.” She walked two fingers across his abs, kissed his chest, and moved lower. He gently grabbed her shoulders, tugging her back up.

“I’m serious.”

“Oh.” She lay back down. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well don’t look too thrilled,” he teased.

“It’s just, I like what we do. I like this dynamic. It’s fun.” His words on the balcony about understanding her, and her being free. She thought he understood. Relationships always went badly, and made her nervous.

“I do too, beautiful.” His lips blazed a trail from her jaw to her collarbone. “I’m not saying we should become super serious. I’m just saying there’s even more fun to be had.”

“Such as?”

“What are you doing on June twenty-fifth?” His tone was light even though that was three weeks away. Not far into the future, but showing he thought she’d still be around then.

“The twenty-fifth?” Why did that sound familiar? Ah. Yes, she had plans for that night. Going to a fucking horrible reunion with people who made her high school years a living hell. “Why?”

“I’ve got a gig and thought you might like to come.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I can’t. I’ve got plans that weekend.” Which sucked seeing that he had a gig. Now her plus one would be a big fat no show. He was a large part of her triumphant comeback, but that part of her plan was laid to waste if he had a gig. She wasn’t mad, work had to come first. Besides, she should have asked him earlier. Maybe Amber could come instead, and they could make fun of all the bitches who’d been mean to her, and how lame their husbands were. She realized Malcolm was looking at her expectantly. “What?”

“What are your plans?”

“Ah. Just an out of town conference. Definitely nothing fun.” No point bringing it up if he couldn’t go anyway. Making him feel guilty about being busy wasn’t fair. She’d hate it if he did it to her if the positions were reversed.

“What about next Saturday? I’ve got a pretty swanky concert here I’d love to sneak you backstage for. VIP treatment.”

“One of your gigs?”

“No, it’s for Trasid.”

“Those tickets sold out a month ago!”

“Yes they did. Unless you’re the guy who did a few solos on their album.”

“Will you be performing with them?”

“Not the whole time. But they’ve invited me to hang backstage, and do a solo on Donna’s Master.”

“I love that track!”

He knew. He’d peeked at her iPod’s most played songs list. “So, yes?”