Forbidden Heat Page 6

  “Morning, sleepyhead.” Jake kissed the top of her head.

  “Mmm.” She realized there was no warm male body behind her. She glanced over her shoulder. “Where’s Trey?”

  “He had to go to work.”

  “Poor Trey. What about you?”

  “I have a more flexible schedule than he does. Want some breakfast?”

  “You offering to make it?” She loved breakfast, but she hated preparing it. Left to her own, she’d just have cereal.

  “Sure. How about eggs Benedict?”

  “Sounds good to me.” She slipped out of bed and headed to the shower.

  After she finished drying her hair and dressing, she walked into the kitchen. Jake handed her a red stoneware mug filled with steaming coffee. She glanced around the bright kitchen with its light-stained wooden cabinets and tiled countertops. There was a cozy little breakfast nook surrounded by windows overlooking a treed backyard where birds chirped cheerfully.

  She sat down and gazed outside to enjoy the view. Trey’s bike sat on one side of the large wooden deck.

  “I’m surprised Trey didn’t ride his bike to work.”

  “He did.” Jake glanced up and saw the direction of her gaze. “Ah, he has more than one bike.”

  She sipped her coffee as she watched Jake move around Trey’s kitchen with ease. He flipped the bacon, then continued to whisk the sauce in a metal bowl.

  “Do you want me to set the table?” she asked.

  “No, you just sit there looking gorgeous. I’ll handle it.”

  She sipped more hot coffee. That’s what she liked. A man who could handle himself in the kitchen and in the bedroom!

  Less than fifteen minutes later, he set a great-looking plate of eggs Benedict in front of her, then sat across from her.

  “This looks great.” She took a bite and crooned. “And it tastes even better.”

  “I aim to please.”

  And he did. In every way.

  She ate a few more bites, then decided to broach the subject she’d been so curious about. “So what happened with you and Trey? You seemed so happy when you were together.”

  Jake glanced at her, then shrugged. “It was a college romance.” He took a sip of his orange juice.

  “That doesn’t mean it can’t last.”

  Jake nodded as he took a bite of his food. “That’s true but . . . You know, I always knew that I was attracted to both men and women. Trey . . . he knew he was attracted to men, and he assumed that meant he was . . . only attracted to men. When we met at college, he and I hit it off, we were both attracted to each other . . . and we wound up together. And it was great . . . but we came to realize that something was missing in our relationship. When our friends Nikki and Angela agreed to share a town house with us, Trey started to realize that he was attracted to women, too.”

  Last night, before the three of them had made love for the first time, Trey had mentioned that both he and Jake had been curious about making love to her when they’d been together. It must have been just a mild interest; otherwise wouldn’t they have acted on it?

  “What happened with your roommates? Did Trey end up with one of them?”

  “Well . . . sort of. He walked in on Nikki coming out of the shower one day. She noticed he was turned on and she did what came naturally.”

  Her eyes widened. “So you caught them in the bathroom making out? You must have been devastated.”

  He smiled. “No, more like turned on. I joined them. Angela got in on the action soon afterward, and we had a great foursome going on.”

  She stared at him in amazement. Had it really been that easy for him to move forward? The discussion with Trey that he felt an attraction to her would have given Jake some warning, but still . . .

  “Sorry to shock you, Danielle. After the past two nights, I assumed you’d be okay with this, but I need to remember this isn’t your usual thing.”

  “No, it’s not that. I’m just surprised that you and Trey never got back together. After you started this thing with Nikki and Angela, did the sex between you and Trey stop?”

  “As an exclusive thing, yes. We really focused on the women, just like we do with you.”

  She could tell by the sadness in his eyes that he was putting on a brave face. She was sure of it. And he would have done the same for Trey, too. Jake had always tended to put other people’s needs ahead of his own.

  She pursed her lips. “You know, it doesn’t have to be that way.”

  “I know . . . but Trey . . . he was searching for his sexual identity. I took my cue from him, knowing he needed to find his way. He did.”

  “So he pursues strictly females now?”

  “You’d have to ask him that. We live in the same town, but we don’t see each other all that often. We get together for the occasional meal, but mostly, we just spend time together on our yearly vacations with some of the others from Carleton Falls U.”

  Danielle chewed her lower lip. “You still care about him, though, don’t you?”

  “Of course I care about him. He’s my friend.”

  “I mean more than that.” She rested her hand on his. “Are you still in love with him?”

  He drew his hand away and took a sip of his coffee. A moment later, he gazed at her sheepishly. “Is it that obvious?”

  “Why don’t you try getting together again?”

  “Look, Danielle, I know you’re trying to help, but . . .”

  “Okay. Sorry, I don’t mean to be pushy. I know it’s hard to pick up a relationship again. But it’s such a shame that you hardly even see each other anymore. You two always seemed so perfect for each other.”

  “That’s because we were. But a lot of time has gone by, and when it comes down to it, if Trey really wanted to be with me, he would have found his way back.”

  “How about if I come up a few times on weekends this summer and the three of us spend time together?” she suggested. “Then at least you could revitalize your friendship.”

  Smiling, he took her hand. “You know, Danielle, you don’t need an excuse to come and visit. I love being with you.”

  Her cheeks flushed. “Oh, well . . . uh, how about I come up next Friday and stay the weekend? I’ll make dinner for you on Friday and you can invite Trey over to join us. Then we’ll go from there.”

  He nodded. “That sounds like a great idea.”

  Jake turned the key in the lock and pushed open the front door. That wonderful thank-God-it’s-Friday-and-the-weekend’s-begun feeling wafted through him, but with a bright twinkle of anticipation knowing Danielle would be arriving soon.

  Her conversation last week about him and Trey had dredged up the familiar pain. For years, he’d hoped that Trey would figure things out and come to terms with the fact that he could love a man. Jake had always known he loved Trey, and he had prayed that Trey would realize he loved Jake, too, and want him back. But Jake had finally given up hope when it became clear that ever since Trey found he enjoyed sex with women, too, he seemed determined to find a woman to love.

  This past week, though, painful thoughts of what Jake had lost with Trey, which always haunted him after spending any significant time with him, had been replaced by vibrant memories of making love with Danielle.

  He couldn’t believe how much he’d missed her this past week. Every redheaded co-ed that had sat in his classroom or come to his office to ask about this week’s assignment had reminded him of Danielle. Not that any of those young girls had tempted him. They just sent memories swirling through his mind of how beautiful Danielle had been in college with her delicate, shy demeanor, and that made him think how even more beautiful she was now that she was a woman who’d shed those reserved ways and fully embraced her womanhood.

  His groin ached at the memory of her lovely face glowing in orgasm as he and Trey had brought her there together last Sunday. He put his briefcase down on the floor as he unfastened his shoes and placed them on the mat by the closet. He opened the sliding door and plac
ed his briefcase inside.

  “Good evening, Master Jamieson.”

  Seven

  Jake started at the sound of Danielle’s voice, then sucked in a breath when he saw her standing ten feet away in the most sexy maid’s outfit he’d ever seen. Short. Baring white thighs for about an inch above the long black stockings held up by black lace garters. His gaze glided down her legs to the impossibly high spiked heels she wore.

  He whistled.

  “Would you like me to pour you a beer, Master Jamieson?”

  Ah, so she was going to play out the role of his maid, and probably a very willing one at that.

  “Yes, thank you . . . Dani.”

  She smiled and curtsied. God she was adorable. The widely flared black skirt with the white lacy petticoat bounced with life. And the front of the bodice was laced to just under her breasts, the garment tight around her body. There the black garment ended and the white undergarment flared over her full breasts, which were pushed up where the deep scoop of the neckline revealed a delightful swell of white flesh and her creamy bare shoulders. She’d fastened her long auburn hair into a fancy coil at the back of her head, but curly tendrils framed her face.

  She turned around and his heart rate quickened at the way the black skirt tapered upward at the back, revealing rows and rows of lace on the white undergarment barely covering her derriere. His gaze remained glued to that enticing, swaying lace as she walked toward the kitchen. He stopped at the kitchen door as he watched her retrieve one of his glass beer mugs from the freezer drawer at the bottom of his stainless-steel fridge and set it on the counter. She must have put that mug in there, because he kept them up in the cupboard. The glass frosted in the warmer air of the room as she opened a tall green bottle of imported beer and poured it into the cold mug. She set it on the end of the long black marble counter, so he sat down on the stool in front of it and took a sip.

  She smiled and curtsied again, then turned around and crossed to the stainless-steel stove, where he saw she had a large glass casserole dish with a lid sitting on the glossy black cooking surface. She opened the oven and leaned forward to put the casserole inside. As her skirt tipped upward, revealing more of her upper thighs, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, sending the lacy skirt bouncing slightly. As she leaned further still, her skirt bounced upward to reveal . . . lovely, creamy round mounds framing a narrow black triangle of silk between. He almost groaned. She was wearing a black thong . . . under that short, enticing skirt. Now as she moved around, he’d be constantly anticipating a glimpse of her sexy derriere. It would be sheer torment. And he was looking forward to every second of it.

  She stood up and closed the oven door, then turned around and faced him. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Master Jamieson?”

  “Uh . . . yes, Dani, would you check that bottom drawer for my . . . uh, car keys.”

  It was all he could think of in his current befuddled state, but she smiled and curtsied.

  “Of course, Master Jamieson.”

  She turned around and leaned over, revealing even more delightful derriere as she bent at the waist, then shifted back and forth a little, sending her skirt bouncing as she scoured that drawer, sifting through the towels for the nonexistent car keys. His cock swelled at the sight of her naked behind framed by that bouncing white lace and black overskirt.

  Finally, she stood up and turned to face him. Satisfaction gleamed in her emerald eyes at his intense gaze. “Sorry, sir, they don’t seem to be there.”

  “Ah, then maybe you could check the top cupboard.” He pointed at the glass-doored cupboard over the sink.

  She opened the door and stretched upward. The movement caused her skirt to shift upward, revealing more creamy thigh. Finally, she grabbed a box from the top shelf and pulled it down. She turned and walked toward him, a sexy sway to her hips.

  “Sorry, sir. No keys.” She handed him the box and he saw they were cookies.

  “Why did you give me these?” he asked.

  “Because I thought you might like something sweet.” As she stared at him, she licked her lips. She stood a mere foot from him. Too far away.

  He thumped the cookies down on the counter, his hormones thrumming through him.

  He stood up. She shifted a little, but their bodies nearly touched.

  “I would like something sweet, but not cookies.”

  She stared up at him, anticipation glimmering in her eyes, obviously waiting for a kiss, but instead, he pushed the box of cookies back into her hand.

  “Put these away . . . there.” He pointed to the bottom cupboard and followed her across the kitchen. When she leaned over to place the box away, his hand stroked up the back of her thigh, then under her skirt and over her round, firm flesh.

  “You have a lovely ass, Dani.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  He stroked her several more times, then wrapped his hands around her waist and stroked upward until just under her breasts, then drew her up from her bent position. His hands cupped her full breasts. They filled his palms, the nipples jutting forward into his hold. He drew her back against his chest as he gently squeezed and stroked those lovely breasts. She rested her head against his shoulder and the delightful scent of her mango shampoo filled his nostrils. He breathed in, savoring the sweetness, then nuzzled her temple. Her soft auburn curls caressed his cheek.

  “You’re incredibly beautiful, Dani.”

  “Thank you, Master Jamieson.”

  He turned her around and smiled as she gazed up at him with glittering green eyes. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her. The delicate feel of her lips on his was sweet and sensuous, then turned more passionate as her tongue stroked along his lips, then dove inside with enthusiasm. He stroked her tongue, then drew it deeper into his mouth. Her lips moved on his with an eager breathlessness.

  She drew away and gazed up at him, blatant need in her eyes. Her hand stroked over his throbbing bulge.

  “Sir, you look a little uncomfortable. Allow me.”

  She tugged on his belt buckle and released the tab. A second later, she had his zipper undone and her delicate fingers wrapped around his cock.

  “Ohhhh . . . that’s much better,” he said.

  She stroked him up and down. He ached to drive his cock inside her wet opening, but he resisted the blind animal drive so he could enjoy the playful, and intensely sexy, foreplay. She leaned forward and at the first touch of her hot, damp tongue on his cockhead, he groaned. She licked him from base to tip and he stroked her head affectionately. Soon she wrapped her lips around him and took his cockhead into her warm mouth.

  “Oh, sweetheart, that feels wonderful.”

  She sucked and licked, driving him wild. Within moments, she had him ready to burst at the seams, so he stilled her head.

  “Okay, honey, it’s time to stop. As much as I love your delightful mouth, there’s somewhere else I’d like to be right now.”

  Dani released him and stood up, her sultry gaze telling him she’d like a few things right now, too. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, then sucked and licked his lips, driving him wild. He pressed back on her shoulders and decided to take control again. After all, that’s the scenario she’d set up.

  He gazed at her lovely face, then reached around and opened the barrette holding her hair in the coil at the back of her head. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders. He ran his fingers through the silky strands, then smoothed it around her shoulders.

  “Dani, go and check what’s in the oven.”

  “Yes, sir.” She turned and crossed to the oven, then flicked on the oven light and leaned over.

  He followed her and stroked her upper thighs, then glided under her skirt and caressed her round cheeks. Then he wrapped his hands around her waist and shifted her sideways, away from the stove to an area of open counter. She grasped the edge as he returned to stroking her round ass, then glided one hand between her thighs. As soon as he glided his fingers over the si
lky fabric of her thong, he felt her wetness. It had soaked right through the delicate fabric.

  He grinned, gliding his hands up her body, cupping her breasts. He toyed with her nipples, then dipped one hand under her neckline and inside her bra cup to find her hard nipple. She moaned. He tugged the fabric down, both her bodice and the lace of her bra cups, baring both breasts, then tugged and squeezed her nipples until she moaned again.

  He couldn’t take it any longer. He slid his hands under her skirt and found the elastic waistband of her thong and drew it down her long legs, dropping it to the floor. She kicked it aside as he eased her thighs wider. He stroked his member along her lovely ass, then nudged between her legs. She leaned forward, stretching her torso over the countertop.

  “Oh,” she yelped softly.

  “Something wrong?” he asked in concern.

  “No, sir, it’s just the marble is cold.”

  He touched her nipples. They were exceptionally hard and distended.

  “Would you like a towel to rest on?” he asked.

  “No, it’s . . . sexy.”

  He laughed, but the thought of her soft breasts pressed flat on the hard, cold marble sent his cock throbbing even more. He stroked along her wet slit, then placed his cockhead against her again and eased forward. Her slick vagina swallowed him, inch by heavenly inch. When he was finally fully immersed in her heat, he held her tight against him, afraid to move because he was so . . . so close.

  “Oh, Master Jamieson, please fuck me.”

  That was it. He drew back, then rammed into her. His balls tightened and he thrust again, then again. Heat blasted through him as he erupted into her hot, tight pussy. She moaned and gasped.

  Before he could soften, he pulled free, spun her around, and lifted her onto the countertop. She gasped again, probably at the cold, hard marble under her, but he quickly drove into her again. He stroked her clit as he thrust. She clung to his shoulders.

  “Oh God, sir. You’re going to make me . . . ahh . . .” She moaned. “I’m coming again.” Her voice trailed to a moan, then she wailed as she held on to him.