Page 46 of Driving Beats

Smiling into her mouth, I ask, “You like?”

In response, she grabs my left palm and puts it over her heart. It takes me a minute to understand I’m feeling her heart rate. Which is beating a fast rhythm. I squeeze her boob. “Good.”

My right hand rubs her pussy, landing on her clit again. This time, I rub her nub over and over, switching up my positioning to get even better access. Now I have one goal. I want to watch her come for me.

I continue playing her body while I kiss her until we’re both breathless. My lips glide across her cheek, ending at her ear. Her chest rises and falls with her shallow breaths, and my fingers work her sex faster. Her lower body moves in time with my rhythm.

All of a sudden, she stops moving. With glassy eyes, she quasi-focuses on me. Her mouth opens as her body stiffens, then she yells, “Yes! I’m coming.” No questions at all.

Her core clenches around my finger as her chest pushes outward. In the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed, she gives herself over to her climax, which rolls through her until she collapses into the water.

I remove my finger, admiring every bit of her strong, naked form. Which matches everything she’s had to deal with in her short life. “You’re beautiful, Nese. Inside and out.”

Her flushed cheeks inflate. “You’re not too bad yourself. Who knew?” Her hand wraps around my engorged cock, still covered by my board shorts. “How are you feeling down there?”

My brain short-circuits. “Like I want to get into you. Now.”

Nese giggles and kisses me. “That can be arranged.”

Her legs encircle my waist, her pussy teasing my cock. Any thought of taking it slow and easy evaporates. All I can think of is getting inside her. I push down my waistband and probe her entrance.

“Don’t worry. I’m on the Pill.”

Her confession penetrates like nothing else has. What am I thinking? I can’t go bareback with her—the only woman I’ve ever done that with played me dirty and exposed all my inadequacies. My body deflates.

My hands wrap around hers at the back of my neck. “Nese.”

“Coop.” She kisses me again.

When her tongue traces the seam of my lips, I wrench my face away from hers. Dragging her arms off my upper body, I admit, “I can’t.”

Her head leans to the right. “Au contraire. You already did pretty damn well, guitar boy.” She pulls toward me once more.

I need to stop this now. Disengaging from her enticing body once more, I pull my shorts up, place my hands on the cement, and haul myself to a sitting position, staring at my feet dangling in the water. “Enjoy the pool.”

Before she can respond, I stand and retreat into the house, with Lillian whispering I’d already had my shot.

14

NESE

Too shocked to do anything other than watch Coop bolt into the house, I stand in the pool for a long while. Approaching the ladder, I climb up and out, dripping over to a chaise lounge where there’s a towel. Wrapping it around me, I collapse onto the chair, staring up at the inky sky.

I replay everything that just happened, from his discovering me to our splash fight to his making me come. What an orgasm that was! For that reason alone, we need to go all the way. I bet it would be phenomenal.

Why should we deny ourselves? We’re two consenting adults without any entanglements—the perfect recipe.

My hands rise to the arms of the chair to lift me up, but then I consider what he said before and collapse back down. About his ex-wife. How she did a number on him—perhaps her memory made him stop? Come to think about it, I never saw him hook up on tour. He’s always friendly, chatting with everyone. But when the others disburse with their evening’s entertainment? He’s already slipped away.

Ever since I freed myself of the cult, I don’t deny myself anything. If I see something I fancy—be it a piece of clothing or a man—I take it. A much healthier way to live, if you ask me. Right now, I want Coop. He wanted me, too. I glance at the pool, as if seeking confirmation. I know he did.

Aloud, I state, “Coop, tonight is not ending like this.”

Not by a long shot.

Standing, I wrap the towel around my body and leave to search for my enigmatic host. The one with magic fingers. I’m ready to experience more of that!

Outside what I assume to be his bedroom, I debate whether I should knock or barge right in. Or bring him a gift to warm him up. He enjoyed the bread I made, so I hightail it into the kitchen. With two slices in hand, warmed in the microwave and slathered in butter, I return to his door.