Unexpectedly Yours [Private Relations 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  Once he was all the way inside her, he paused, looking down at her. All she could do was press her hips forward and say, “Jim, please,” though it came out more like a breathy moan.

  He answered by moving his hips against hers. Rolling her hips to meet his, she said, “You feel so good inside me.”

  “Fuck, Elle. You’re so tight. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to last.” he groaned. Then he stopped midstroke and said, “Adjust your legs up a little higher.”

  The new angle allowed him to go even deeper. Elle cried out at the new sensation, raking her nails down his back. She whimpered with every stroke now. No one had ever been so deep inside her.

  Jim gazed at her, his eyes heavy lidded. Seeing the raw desire there brought Elle even closer to the edge. He seemed to know exactly what that gaze was doing to her. He increased his pace as her whimpers turned to moans. Elle arched her back as sensation began to overwhelm her.

  “That’s it. Fuck. Come for me,” he gritted out. He changed the angle of his penetration slightly, so he rubbed against her clit with every stroke. Moments later, release barreled through her like a freight train. She felt herself splinter apart around him, crying out his name. A few short strokes later he stiffened with a groan, then rolled his hips against her, savoring his own release.

  She slid her legs from around his waist. When he rolled off her, he looked around for a moment until she pointed him toward the en suite bathroom to get rid of the condom. She watched him stumble into the bathroom, then heard the sink run a moment later.

  When he walked back into the room, he moved to the bed and stretched out next to her. He pulled her so she lay partially against his chest. She smiled when she felt his lips brush the top of her head.

  His hand idly rubbed her back and he said, “Wow.”

  She blinked drowsily, grinned and then said, “Not how I expected the evening to end.”

  “I didn’t really think you were actually going to invite me in,” he said.

  “Normally, you’d be right,” she said, pressing a light kiss to his jaw, “but I couldn’t help myself.”

  “Glad to hear it,” he said, smiling.

  Elle yawned, her body totally relaxed. When she felt him stroke his fingers through her hair she let her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the sensation.

  Kissing her forehead, he said, “You look exhausted.”

  “Coming multiple times in rapid succession will do that to a girl,” she said, a smile on her lips.

  “Should I let you get some sleep?” he asked,

  Blinking her eyes open, she frowned, asking, “You don’t want to go, do you?”

  “Not at all,” he said, bending his head down to kiss her.

  Elle enjoyed the feel of his lips as they lingered against hers. “Oh, good,” she said. A moment later she sat up and said, “I’m going to get a bottle of water. Would you like something to drink?”

  Moving over to the bathroom door, she grabbed her robe from the hook and slid it on.

  “Please. Water would be good,” he said.

  She moved out of the bedroom, checked the lock on the front door, then grabbed two bottled waters. When she returned to the bedroom, only the bedside light was still on and Jim was stretched out under the covers. She dropped the robe onto the hook, then slid into bed next to him and handed him the water. She turned off the light.

  He set it on the bedside table next to him and pulled her close. She laid her head on his shoulder and yawned again.

  “Sorry I’m so sleepy,” she mumbled.

  He yawned in response, and said, “I’m pretty wiped out too.” He tilted her chin up and pressed his lips to hers briefly.

  She smiled against his mouth, then laid her head on his shoulder and drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Six

  Jim lay in bed, in that place between asleep and awake, when he felt a warm, soft hand drift across his stomach, then dip down to stroke his erection. He opened his eyes now and watched Elle worked her way down his body.

  She must have realized he was awake, because she looked up at him and said, “Good morning.”

  Grinning, he said, “Great morning, actually.”

  She laughed against him and continued to work her way downward, placing hot wet kisses against his skin. He groaned as he watched her messy hair making its way toward his erection. He reached down to run his fingers through it but froze when he heard knocking on the front door.

  She said, “It’s only 8:00 a.m.,” as she lifted her head from his stomach. He watched her get out of bed and move to the window, then curse. She closed her eyes for a minute and then slid into her robe.

  “Uh, my parents are here,” she said apologetically. “Jesus. This is so awkward. They blocked your SUV in.”

  Jim laughed and said, “No way. Really?”

  As if in answer, he heard another louder knock on the door, followed by the disembodied ringing of her cell phone. She buried her face in her hands for a moment and groaned.

  “I am so sorry, Jim. My mom will be okay, but my dad is going to hate you,” she said with a look of concern on her face.

  He tensed slightly and asked, “Why?”

  “Um. Because you’re here and it’s really clear I just got out of bed,” she said with a grimace. She pointed to herself and added, “Daddy’s little girl. Shit. I have to answer the door or they’re gonna call the cops. I’m so sorry about this.”

  He watched as she fled the room, closing the door behind her. He got out of bed, and got dressed, feeling bad about leaving her out there alone to take the heat. He heard voices now, one of which sounded slightly angry.

  He didn’t bother with his belt, and just pulled his sweater over his head, then moved down the hallway to the living room. He blanched when he heard her say, “No, Daddy. I didn’t pick him up in a bar. Jesus!”

  Stepping into the living room, he said, “Hello. I’m Jim,” as he reached a hand out to her mother, who just blinked at him for a second.

  She shook her head and said, “Hi, Jim. Nice to meet you. I’m Irene. Elle’s mother. Nice to meet you.”

  “Nice to meet you too, ma’am,” he said, shaking her hand.

  He turned to face Elle’s father who was looking at him with absolutely no expression on his face. Jim extended his hand anyway and said, “Nice to meet you, sir.”

  After a moment, her father shook his hand and said, “Earl. Good to meet you.”

  They all sat awkwardly in the living room for a moment until Jim looked at Elle and said, “Go get dressed, honey. I don’t think they’ll kill me while you’re gone. They won’t have time to hide the body before you get back.”

  Elle grinned at him and then said, “Behave, Daddy,” as she walked down the hallway to her bedroom.

  Jim saw her Irene’s lips twitch, but surmised by his glare that Earl was definitely not a fan.

  “So,” Earl drawled, “how exactly do you know my daughter?”

  “We met about a year ago when she started doing some catering for my company.”

  “Oh?” he said, eyebrows raised. “And what is it that you do?”

  “I run a public relations firm. We mostly represent athletes,” Jim answered, assuming that this was about to turn into an interrogation.

  “When some peckerwood cheats on his wife, you make him look good?” Earl asked, with a look of disgust on his face.

  Jim cringed and said, “Not my favorite part of the job, but yes. We also help young athletes become socially relevant so they have a life after sports. I enjoy that part much more.”

  Earl nodded now, loosening up slightly.

  “What about yourself, sir?” Jim asked.

  “Retired last year from the county. Thirty-eight years in the parks and rec division,” Earl said.

  “Congratulations,” he said. “It must be nice to be able to relax.”

  “Bored out of my skull,” Earl said, finally cracking a smile. “Retirement ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.”


  Turning to face Irene now, he asked, “And you, ma’am?”

  She waved her hand and said, “Pfft. Call me Irene, honey. I’m a nurse.”

  Just then, Elle walked back down the hallway and said, “Glad to see everyone’s still alive. What brings you guys by today unannounced?”

  “Your mother wanted to head down to the swap meet in Slauson. We figured we’d stop by and see if you needed anything. We didn’t realize you had, uh…company,” he said.

  “Ooh,” Irene said, “You guys wanna come with us?”

  Elle said, “I’ve got to work today, otherwise, sure. Next time?”

  “You’ve got time for breakfast, though, right?” Irene asked them both.

  Jim looked over and saw the pained expression on Elle’s face. Giving her knee a squeeze, he said, “I’ve got time. Did you have something you had to do this morning?”

  “I’ve got some errands to run, but I have time for breakfast, Mom,” Elle said.

  Fifteen minutes later, they were all piled into Earl’s pickup truck, headed for Pancake Palace. In the backseat, he held Elle’s hand. She just kept chewing on her bottom lip and shooting him apologetic glances.

  Over the course of the meal, Earl warmed up to him. There had only been one uncomfortable moment when Irene had asked how long they’d been seeing each other. Jim had deferred to Elle by saying, “A while now?”

  Elle had nodded noncommittally and deflected the question.

  By the time her parents dropped them off, he could see what Elle had meant when she called them eccentric. They were a little odd, but both of them had been incredibly nice considering what they’d interrupted. He could see parts of her quirky personality in both of them.

  When they stepped through the front door after seeing them off, Elle said, “Oh my god. I am so sorry.”

  Jim just pulled her into his arms and said, “Probably not the way that I would’ve chosen to meet them, but once your dad stopped giving me death glares, it wasn’t so bad. It was fine, Elle. Not your fault.”

  He felt her arms slide around his waist as she said, “Thanks for being so great about this.”

  Tilting her chin up, Jim leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. He felt her lips soften under his and couldn’t resist the urge to nip at her bottom lip. When she tilted her head, he took immediate advantage, deepening the kiss.

  They stayed that way for a few minutes, wrapped around each other, tongues mating until Jim felt her propel him backward until he made contact with her couch. When he sat, she crawled onto his lap, straddling his thighs. He groaned, placing his hands on her ass. There was more to Elle than what met the eye. She seemed to have no issue being the aggressor, he thought hazily as she swirled her tongue against his neck.

  The moment she nipped the side of his neck with her teeth, he lost all ability to think. Moving his hands to her hips, he ground his erection against the apex of her thighs. When she rolled her hips against his, he moaned, then reached for the bottom edge of her shirt, intent on pulling it off. She briefly released his shoulders and allowed him to slide it over her head.

  Jim flicked open the clasp on her bra and slid it down her arms. The moment her breasts were bared, he took one in his hand and drew the tight peak into his mouth. She drew in a ragged breath, and pressed her hips against his. Flicking his tongue against the tight bud, he felt her shudder against him.

  He moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. When he let his teeth lightly graze against her nipple, he felt her hips roll against his again, as she cried out.

  She said, “I don’t think I can wait. I need—”

  “Me too,” Jim said, gruffly as he scooted her off his lap. “Be right back.”

  Jim moved to her bedroom to get the extra condom off the bedside table and moved quickly back to the living room. Setting the condom down on the arm of the couch, he stripped out of his sweater, then reached for the button on Elle’s jeans. Unbuttoning them, he slid her jeans down. When she stepped out of him, he reached between her thighs, rubbing his fingers against the damp satin he found there.

  Pulling the crotch of her panties aside, he slipped two fingers between her folds, swirling and pressing them against her slick flesh. Groaning, she quickly stripped him out of his jeans, then removed her panties.

  Jim moved her to stand in front of him, gently pressing her down, so she bent down over the back of the couch. He tore open the condom and quickly rolled it on. Reaching his hands between her thighs, he slid two fingers into her tight channel.

  She moaned, pressing her hips back against his hand shamelessly. Eventually, he removed his hand and replaced it with the head of his cock. Rubbing it against her, teasing them both, he asked, “Is this what you need?”

  She pressed her hips back against him in vain and said, “I need you to fuck me.”

  Unable to resist, he slid into her with a groan. Grabbing her hips, he began to thrust in and out of her at a rapid pace. Almost immediately, he heard her cry out, then felt her clench around him like a vise. He reached one hand forward now, tugging on the hair at the nape of her neck.

  “That’s right,” he gritted out. “Come on my cock.”

  Slamming into her now, he felt her begin to flutter around him again. She whimpered with every stroke now, and said, “Don’t stop fucking me. Oh. Oh fuck!”

  Releasing her hair now, he dipped his hand under her waist, reaching between her thighs. He rubbed his fingers against her clit and said, “You’ve got a filthy fucking mouth, Elle.”

  He felt her channel tighten around him again as she whimpered and pressed her hips back against him. This time he let her spasms take him over the edge. With one last thrust, he emptied himself into the condom, groaning out her name.

  Leaning forward briefly, he placed a row of kisses along her shoulder and then slid out of her. He immediately moved to the spare bathroom to flush to condom. After he washed his hands, he saw she was standing. When she turned to face him, he asked, “Was that too rough?”

  Grinning, she said, “Not at all. I like rough.”

  When his eyebrows shot up, she continued, “No sense in being coy about it. Prior to last night it had been a pretty long dry spell for me. May as well ask for what I want when I have the opportunity.”

  He grinned and said, “Feel free to ask me for that anytime. Anytime, ever.” After a moment he curiously asked, “How long of a dry spell are we talking?”

  Elle hesitated now and said, “A little over a year.”

  Jim said, “I had you beat.”

  “Really?” Elle asked.

  “I was serious the other night. I really don’t date.”

  Jim watched her try to absorb that information for a moment, then tried to pull her into his arms but she placed a hand on his chest to stop him and said, “I’m all sticky. I smell like a combination of sex and Pancake Palace. I really need a shower. Would you care to join me?”

  Laughing, he said, “My sweater smelled a little like stale syrup when I took it off a second ago. I would not turn down a shower.”

  “That place has been nonsmoking for as long as I can remember, but I always manage to leave there smelling like pancake and cigarette butts,” she said with a grimace.

  He cringed, then followed her down the hallway toward the master bathroom watching her hips sway slightly. Feeling his cock twitch again, he sighed, realizing they were out of condoms now.

  She must have heard him, because she looked over her shoulder at him and asked, “What?”

  “Just enjoying the view,” he said with a grin.

  “You know,” Elle said as they stepped out of the shower thirty minutes later, “I feel like maybe certain parts of me are a lot more clean than others.”

  Gesturing toward her breasts, Elle continued, “You spent a lot of time in this area, Jim.”

  Jim grinned unapologetically as he dried himself off and said, “Guilty.”

  She wrapped herself in her towel now and said, “Not a complaint. M
erely an observation.”

  Jim wrapped the towel around his waist and said, “Now I have to put back on my clothes that smell like…what was it? Syrup and cigarette butts?”

  “That’s pretty unfortunate. Apparently we didn’t think the whole shower thing the whole way through.”

  Grinning as he walked out into the living room, Jim said, “You were gonna be all wet, soapy, and naked. That was really all I needed.”

  He heard Elle laugh as he moved to slide his jeans and sweater back on. He wrinkled his nose as he pulled the sweater over his head. It really did stink like syrup. Definitely time to change clothes.

  When Elle joined him in the living room, she wore a new T-shirt and jeans. He said, “I’m gonna head home now.”

  “I’m gonna go throw these in the washer, then I’ll walk you out,” she said, picking up the discarded clothes from earlier this morning.

  He watched her disappear into the garage, then reappear a moment later. She waited as he put on his shoes, then said, “Thank you for a lovely time. This morning got a little weird for a bit there, but it made a nice recovery.”

  Jim stood up and pulled her into his arms. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers, then said, “Thanks for finally going out with me. It was worth the wait.”

  Her arms wrapped around his waist, she said, “I’m glad you think so.”

  He brushed a kiss across the top of her head and said, “I’ll call you later. Unless you’ve got a job tonight?”

  “Nope. It’s my day off. Just reading and laziness. What’s on your agenda?” she asked.

  “Laundry,” he said, “and then some paperwork.”

  Elle opened the front door and they stepped out onto the porch. She dryly said, “You’re out of control.”

  They walked down her sidewalk to the driveway where his car was parked. When they reached the driver side door, he bent down and gave her one last slow, thorough kiss.

  “Drive carefully,” Elle said.

  “Always. Talk to you later,” he said, climbing into his vehicle.

  He watched her walk back to the porch, then turn to watch as he backed out. When he pulled out of the driveway, she gave him one last wave and then stepped inside.