Dirty Talker: A Single Dads Club Romance Page 2

  “You have perfect tits. I’m gonna enjoy playing with them using my tongue and teeth.”

  Another sigh out of her.

  Palming her left tit, my mouth devours her right, making good on the promise of my words. By the time I move to her other one, she’s squirming and wiggling under me. Her legs lock around my waist, and she grinds against me, looking for any type of friction to give her some relief.

  After one last bite to her nipple, I look up at her. “You want me?” I ask.

  She nods enthusiastically. My kinda girl.

  Enthusiasm goes a long way in the bedroom, ladies.

  “Do you want my cock inside of you? Stroking you so deep that you’re clenching around me while you come?”

  “Mmm…” She moans and bites her plump bottom lip.

  I inch farther down, casting a row of kisses down her flat stomach. When I reach the apex of her thighs, her hands bunch the sheets in her fists.

  “Tonight, this pussy is mine, and I plan to feast until I get my fill.”

  Her eyes widen at my crude words, but she doesn’t try to move me away.

  Pushing her thighs up, I situate myself between her legs. I inhale deeply and lock gazes with her over her mound. “You smell like heaven.”

  Her face flushes red and her back arches. Damn, she looks so sexy lying under me, allowing me to pleasure her and do as I see fit.

  First, I suck the satin fabric of her panties into my mouth using my tongue to moisten them thoroughly and let her feel just enough to push her to the good side of crazy. Eventually I pull the fabric aside and swipe my tongue along her slit.

  “Oh...” She tilts her pelvis, silently begging me for more.

  “Perfection.” She smells and tastes a little sweet and musky at the same time, like the black currant martini I made in honor of the Fourth of July last year. I’m never going to be able to make another one of those drinks without sportin’ wood again.

  Another red blush fills her cheeks. Damn, a man could get used to that sheepish innocent type seduction. Any man other than me.

  Rip.

  I rip each side of her panties, and a low groan escapes her.

  “I need all of you and these,” I hang the fabric off my finger, flinging them across the room, “would have taken too long to get off.”

  Without any further discussion, my head finds its new home between her legs, licking and sucking every drop she’ll give me. She tries to close her thighs when I twirl my tongue around her clit, but my hands are too fast, pressing them to the mattress below her.

  “Oh my God. You’re so good.”

  I peek from one eye to see her head fallen on the mattress and her right hand now fondling her tit. I contemplate bringing her all the way to orgasm, teasing her until I plunge into the depths of her pussy just to feel the clench around me.

  I have a feeling this girl has never had sex where you masturbate to the memory for days and since I’m a giver and everything, I’m going to deliver.

  Relieving her thigh from my hand, I thrust two fingers into her warmth and she bucks so hard, I’m afraid her pelvic bone will knock my teeth in.

  “I knew you’d be good, but seriously, what have you taken, sex mastery classes from some guru or something?”

  My mouth leaves her now wet and dripping pussy to find her eyes zeroed in on me. “If you can form a coherent sentence, I’m not doing my job.”

  I push the threshold of her depths arching until a low inaudible sound ruptures from her throat. There you go. That’s it, baby, give it to me.

  My tongue twirls making her clit my own plaything until she bucks again, her thighs tense, her back arches and she grips the sheet so tight in her fists her knuckles turn white. I don’t relent the pace of my fingers or my tongue until her defeated body falls to the mattress and her fingers weave through the strands of my hair.

  Checking up on her, I rub my chin along her stomach until we’re face to face.

  “Would you like to find out how delicious you taste?”

  I don’t wait for her to answer. Instead, I bend down and kiss the rest of her breath from her lungs. Her fingers continue to fiddle with the strands of hair on my neck as my dick now gets teased with how wet and waiting she is for it.

  She moans when I break the kiss and reach across the bed to my dresser. Her hands explore my body while I dig to find the condoms I hide so Toby never finds them. Finally, with my dick begging for relief, a foil packet miraculously is in my grasp.

  “Feel honored, I haven’t worked that hard for a condom in ages.”

  She giggles, the first sign out of her that she’s the innocent girl I pegged her for back at the bar.

  The giggle fades quickly and she rolls me on my back, taking the condom wrapper from my grip.

  “Allow me.” She smirks.

  I clasp my hands behind my head. “I like this.”

  “Well,” She rips the foil open. “I do like to repay favors.”

  No way this girl has had a lot of one-night stands, but she knows how to put on a condom, which means I’m not her first bull. Thank fucking God.

  “I’m sure we could work out a payment schedule.”

  She giggles again. This heart spurring, warming laugh that does something to my stomach.

  Then she straddles me, guiding my dick inside her and this time my head is the one that falls back into my pillows.

  “Shit, you’re as tight as a fist.”

  Those gold flecks in her eyes sparkle again and her hands land on my chest as she rides me like a professional cowgirl. Give the girl the bull-riding prize.

  “And these tits are so fuckable, I can’t keep my hands to myself.” I cup each one, massaging them in my palms. Nothing like a good set of C’s.

  When I buck up, she cries out. “You feel amazing,” she says, arching her back and letting her hands land on my thighs.

  “Your pussy is meant for my dick. Perfect. Fucking. Fit.” I punctuate the last three words as I thrust up into her.

  She eyes me below her, a redness in her cheeks that could be from the compliments or the fact she’s expending all her energy on top of me. Her hips rotate faster, her hands gripping my thighs.

  Reluctantly, I move my hands to her hips to keep the rhythm we’ve established and my gaze zeros in on her tits as they sway and bounce with every movement.

  We grind, our fucking fast and desperate. I can’t get enough of her, and I find myself inventorying the many types of booze behind my bar in order to slow myself down and let this moment last longer. She’s soft under my hands but her touch is firm and tense as though she’s thinking what I am—how the hell can we prolong this?

  Needing to get as deep as I can, I flip her over onto her back. She rolls over one more time and doesn’t delay getting onto her hands and knees.

  That’s what I’m talking about.

  “Perfect tits and a perfect ass. How’d I get so lucky?”

  My fingers mold to her hips and I thrust my straining cock into her fast and fierce. I draw myself out and slam back in. We both groan. Needing to be closer to her, I slow my movements, my chest resting on top of her back while I plant open mouth kisses along her skin. She arches her head back giving me access to her neck. But it’s not enough, I crave her kiss, so, I reach across and turn her chin toward me so I can ravish her mouth while my cock grinds in and out of her.

  The spark between us ignites into an inferno. We both part from the kiss. My pace increases and her hands fist the sheets while her forehead rests on the bed.

  “You ready to come all over my cock?” I sure as fuck am ready for her to.

  “Yes.” Her voice is breathless and the tone I expect from a woman when I’m fucking her.

  “I’m gonna come, but I’m a gentleman.” I smack her ass. “Ladies first.”

  The minute my palm makes contact with her ass cheek, her pussy clenches around me, her back arches, her arms straighten.

  I pump one more time then still inside of her, half wishing I wasn’t wearing a condom so that I could feel her scorching heat on my own skin. I’ll be imagining tonight while I’m stroking my stick for at least a week. If she stays and I can have her again tonight, it’ll be two weeks worth of material for my beat off wheel footage.

  Her trembling body falls to the mattress, and I slide to the side of her, catching my own breath.

  She looks over at me with brown strands of hair sticking to her sweat covered forehead. “I’m a little scared to ask how many partners you’ve had since you’re that good.”

  I slide down the bed. “Stick around and I’ll show you a few more tricks.” I wink and walk into my bathroom, dispose of the condom in the trash and head back into the bedroom.

  She’s already positioning her bra back over her perfect rack.

  “I should get going. How far away are we from town?”

  I lean my back along the headboard. “Stay awhile.” I slide the strap of her bra back down her arm.

  “Isn’t the point of a one-night stand that you leave after?” She lets a nervous chuckle escape.

  I eliminate the distance between us, my lips hovering over hers. “The point of a one-night stand is to fuck all night long and then you leave in the morning and we never see each other again. I think I have at least three more orgasms in me. You?” I smirk and her lips turn up in a smile. “Is that a yes?” I pepper open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone while my hand slides the other side of her bra down.

  “You do make a convincing argument.” Her hands slide around to the back of my head, locking me in place.

  I’m true to my word, proving my argument three more times while we fall asleep, wake up and bang throughout the night.

  When I wake up in the morning, she’s gone, and so is my Mustang with a note.

  To the great and powerful O guru,

  Last night was fun. Had to get to work. I’ll park your car outside the bar for you and tuck the keys under the mat.

  Yours screaming,

  So Satisfied

  What kind of one-night stand takes your car the next morning? It’s called the walk of shame, not grand theft auto.

  3

  Dane

  Three Months Later…

  “Dad, it wasn’t my fault, I was just joking around with her!” Toby’s excuse rushes out as soon as he walks through Happy Daze doors.

  I know, kids shouldn’t be in bars, but Happy Daze Tavern is now Happy Daze Tavern and Grill, so technically this is a restaurant too.

  “First day of school and the principal calls me?” I continue handing out the drinks to the Single Dads Club crew for the meeting tonight. None of them will judge me on the fact that my kid decided to act like he was going to kiss a girl in his class.

  What can I say? The apple didn’t fall far.

  “She was all drama. I mean, I wasn’t actually going to kiss her. I don’t even like her.” He sits on a stool and plops his backpack on the bar.

  I grab him a juice box from the fridge and place it in front of him.

  “Just stay away from her.”

  He pulls out a stack of papers, and I sign the letter sent out to say we’ve discussed the problem.

  “She’s dumb.”

  We exchange worksheets and notebooks until I’ve seen all the assignments he’s brought home and provided all the required signatures. Seriously, schools these days do not trust kids. I have to mark off whether he read, initial his planner and acknowledge what grades he got on any and all tests. You’d think I was Michael Jordan based on the number of autographs I scribble every day.

  “That’s not going to help your case. Just play with Cooper and the boys.”

  His eyes roll to the back of his head and then his forehead thuds to the bar. Who knew eight-year-old boys had such a flare for the dramatic. I didn’t even punish him.

  “Cooper is the one who started the whole thing! He dared me to kiss her.”

  I hold my hand up in the air. “What? You just said you were never going to kiss her.”

  He lets out an exasperated breath as though I’m the annoying one in this exchange.

  “I wasn’t! Jeez, you just don’t understand.”

  “Parents never do,” Charlie adds as she slides behind me to work her shift. After securing her apron, she leans over and rustles his mop of brown hair. “In ten years, you can escape him,” she whispers loud enough for me to hear.

  “Nice,” I comment, and she shrugs, bouncing on the balls of her feet down to the other side of the bar. Of course, she’s in a good mood, Garrett’s sitting over by the dartboard and she has an unrestricted view.

  “Hey, I’m always on your side. Remember that.” Now it’s my hands rustling his hair, but he quickly slides back so I can no longer reach him. I swear I was all about Legos and riding my bike at eight. I don’t remember all these hormonal mood swings.

  “After I do my homework, can I go over to the new bakery?”

  My gaze goes to the window and to the bakery across the street. They opened their doors today and it hasn’t escaped me that there’s been a constant flow of customers in and out. I hadn’t been by yet, but Marcus brought over some cookies from there and they tasted okay.

  “Yeah. Sure. I have the meeting and then we’ll be heading home anyway.”

  He nods, knowing the drill. I wish Toby had a normal childhood and not a dad who owns a bar, but I grew up as a bar owner’s son and look at me—I turned out more than okay. The difference is, I had a mom who helped to raise me. But the last thing Toby needs in his life is his mother.

  Leaving Toby to do his work, I walk toward Charlie who is currently pretending to be wiping down the counter. The only problem is that her chin rests on her hand and she’s mindlessly buffing the same circular pattern into the bar top below her rag while her gaze fixates on Garrett. Not that he notices.

  “Why don’t you just ask him out?”

  She startles, straightening her back and tossing the rag under the counter.

  “What? Who?”

  I raise my eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. “Let’s not play dumb,” I say.

  “What’s up with Toby? What happened at school today?”

  I wave her concern off. “Just messing around with some girl. Nothing huge, but nothing like having to speak to Principal Bundy on the first day of school. I’m sure she loved that.”

  “Well, you do still hold a reputation at Climax Cove Elementary.” She laughs.

  “They should make a plaque.” I position my hands in the air. “Dane Murray, Most Detentions.”

  “Not exactly something they want to broadcast.” Her eyes veer through the front windows of the bar. “Did you see the new bakery?”

  “Clever name, Mad Batter,” I remark.

  “I know, right? She loves Alice in Wonderland.”

  “You know the woman who bought it from Norma?” I ask.

  A couple months ago, Charlie brought in cupcakes that literally melted in my mouth. Then all of a sudden, she stopped and when I asked her about it, she said she’d ask for more. She never did bring any more in and as time went on, I must’ve forgotten about them. My mouth waters at the memory.

  “It’s my friend. The cupcake girl.” A smirk crosses her lips.

  “Really? Shit, I’ve wasted a whole day.”

  I walk away, rounding the bar top. “Let’s go get a cupcake and then you can finish your math.”

  Toby jumps off, the pencil rolling off the bar and onto the floor. I don’t have to repeat myself. Toby and sweets are like peanut butter and jelly. Never one without the other.

  “Dad, I’m old enough.” He shrugs his hand out of mine as we’re crossing the street.

  When did eight become thirteen?

  Placing my hand on his elbow, I guide him through the cars driving through downtown.

  Pink, blue and green balloons are on either side of the bakery and a sign that says, ‘Now Open’ hangs above the door. Inside, cute white tables are filled with moms and their daughters eating cupcakes and drinking tea or coffee.

  Not in the mood to chitchat, I walk to the case where there are still a few rows of cupcakes in different flavors lining the glass case.

  “Toby, do you want a sample?”

  We both look down at the small voice, finding my buddy’s daughter, Lily, holding a tray full of little frosted cakes.

  “You got a job?” Toby asks Lily and she smiles.

  “I’m helping. Cat said she’d buy me the new Barbie if I did a good job.”

  Toby laughs and grabs a sample.

  “You look adorable,” I say to Lily who is dressed up as Alice in Wonderland. Her blonde hair a perfect match to the real thing.

  “Thanks.”

  Then she’s gone, and I’m trying to see over the crowd of customers who Charlie’s friend is. First Charlie, and now Lily. I have my suspicions, but I could be wrong. It does happen on occasion.

  Finally, a lifetime later, Toby and I are at the counter and Cat stands there with her blonde hair pinned back and an apron that says, ‘We are all Mad Here.’

  “Cat?” I ask, peeking my head around her, trying to see through the four by six cut-out window into the kitchen area in the back.

  “Dane!” She says my name loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear and a clatter of something dropping in the kitchen rings out into the front part of the bakery.

  “Miss Cat. Is this your bakery?” Toby asks beside me, and she shifts her gaze to him.

  “Hi, Toby!” Again with the loud talking.

  I know before I even see her who it is. I may not have known her name the night I took her home, but I sure as shit know it now because she’s been on my jock ever since she found out I was the single dad of Toby Murray, a camper assigned to her over the summer.

  “No, I don’t own it, but you know who does,” Cat says in a sugary sweet voice.

  “I do?” he asks, clearly confused about what’s going on.

  “Mad Baker,” she calls over her shoulder. “There are a couple people here to see you.”

  A second later, a pink-cheeked Ava Pearson walks out from around the corner with a red and black checkered apron wrapped around her stamped with ‘Do you want to pet my white rabbit?’

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