shrugged. “But whatever blows your skirts up is fine with me. Night.”
Lacey grabbed her purse and keys from under the counter and slipped into her car. By the time she got to the apartment, not a single light shone in the windows of the lower apartment.
The old house appeared closed and uninviting for the first time since she’d moved in. She trudged up the stairs, her ears perked for a voice, a sign that someone wasn’t as asleep as they appeared, but not a sound came from the apartment below.
The air in her apartment was stale, stuffy and smelled of old building. Lacey crossed to the window and slid it open enough to allow the night breeze to enter and refresh the room. She stood looking out across the street at the sleeping houses of the neighborhood as she stripped out of her clothes. For a moment, she stood naked in front of her window, daring someone to wake up and stare back or even yell for her to put some clothes on.
No one did.
After a minute or two, she ducked into a lukewarm shower, toweled off and lay down on her bed, the cool sheets caressing her bare skin. She was tired to the bone. Too tired to even switch on her vibrator.
She laid her arm over her eyes to block out the moon shining through her open curtains. For a long moment, she remained still, waiting…for what?
When she finally gave up on sleep, she reached into her nightstand, yanked out her vibrator and tipped the on switch, setting it into motion. If she couldn’t have sex with a real man, the silver, bullet-shaped little gadget would have to do.
Lying back on the bed, she slipped the cool metal cylinder down the column of her throat, over her collarbone and lower to the tip of one of her breasts. The nipple peaked and knotted into a tight little bead.
Good. But not as good as being with him.
She refused to name the him in her mind, but images of Nick in his coveralls, Nick in a towel and Nick naked couldn’t be erased as easily. As she eased the vibrator downward, over her belly to the thatch of curls over her pussy, she moaned, splaying her knees to the side.
If he was there, he’d go down on her, draping her thighs over his shoulders, spreading her open and licking her clit in long, luscious strokes.
Lacey parted her folds with her fingertips and touched the throbbing machine to that special bundle of excitable nerves.
At a single touch, she arched her back off the mattress and dug her heels into the mattress, a louder moan rising from her throat. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink deeper into the fantasy of being taken by the cowboy. “Yes, there.”
He’d be wearing his overalls and cowboy boots and nothing else. That way when she slipped the zipper down, she could run her hand across his chest and down to capture his…
She rammed the vibrator into her entrance, the hum of the motor and the sensations it inspired spreading little electrical shocks along all of her nerve endings. Tingling began in her toes and fingers, racing along her system to pool at her core.
Lusty juices oozed from her entrance as she dipped the device in and out of her then up to slide across her clit. “Yes!” she said out loud. “More, please.”
Her imaginary mechanic pumped in and out of her, his dick hard and smooth like metal, only too thin to be real and too cold to make her crazy. After several hard thrusts, Lacey shoved the vibrator to the side, a sob rising in her throat.
Being single and free had its advantages, but lying in a cold bed by herself wasn’t one of them. She longed for strong arms to circle her, a warm body spooning her and a big, hard dick driving in and out until she couldn’t stand it anymore. And not just anybody. She wanted Nick, and no vibrator would take his place.
For a long time she lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, sleep a long way from coming.
She’d done it. Lacey Lambert had fallen for a cowboy whose own hang-ups equaled if not exceeded her own. “Hell.”
Nick knew
Lacey grabbed her purse and keys from under the counter and slipped into her car. By the time she got to the apartment, not a single light shone in the windows of the lower apartment.
The old house appeared closed and uninviting for the first time since she’d moved in. She trudged up the stairs, her ears perked for a voice, a sign that someone wasn’t as asleep as they appeared, but not a sound came from the apartment below.
The air in her apartment was stale, stuffy and smelled of old building. Lacey crossed to the window and slid it open enough to allow the night breeze to enter and refresh the room. She stood looking out across the street at the sleeping houses of the neighborhood as she stripped out of her clothes. For a moment, she stood naked in front of her window, daring someone to wake up and stare back or even yell for her to put some clothes on.
No one did.
After a minute or two, she ducked into a lukewarm shower, toweled off and lay down on her bed, the cool sheets caressing her bare skin. She was tired to the bone. Too tired to even switch on her vibrator.
She laid her arm over her eyes to block out the moon shining through her open curtains. For a long moment, she remained still, waiting…for what?
When she finally gave up on sleep, she reached into her nightstand, yanked out her vibrator and tipped the on switch, setting it into motion. If she couldn’t have sex with a real man, the silver, bullet-shaped little gadget would have to do.
Lying back on the bed, she slipped the cool metal cylinder down the column of her throat, over her collarbone and lower to the tip of one of her breasts. The nipple peaked and knotted into a tight little bead.
Good. But not as good as being with him.
She refused to name the him in her mind, but images of Nick in his coveralls, Nick in a towel and Nick naked couldn’t be erased as easily. As she eased the vibrator downward, over her belly to the thatch of curls over her pussy, she moaned, splaying her knees to the side.
If he was there, he’d go down on her, draping her thighs over his shoulders, spreading her open and licking her clit in long, luscious strokes.
Lacey parted her folds with her fingertips and touched the throbbing machine to that special bundle of excitable nerves.
At a single touch, she arched her back off the mattress and dug her heels into the mattress, a louder moan rising from her throat. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink deeper into the fantasy of being taken by the cowboy. “Yes, there.”
He’d be wearing his overalls and cowboy boots and nothing else. That way when she slipped the zipper down, she could run her hand across his chest and down to capture his…
She rammed the vibrator into her entrance, the hum of the motor and the sensations it inspired spreading little electrical shocks along all of her nerve endings. Tingling began in her toes and fingers, racing along her system to pool at her core.
Lusty juices oozed from her entrance as she dipped the device in and out of her then up to slide across her clit. “Yes!” she said out loud. “More, please.”
Her imaginary mechanic pumped in and out of her, his dick hard and smooth like metal, only too thin to be real and too cold to make her crazy. After several hard thrusts, Lacey shoved the vibrator to the side, a sob rising in her throat.
Being single and free had its advantages, but lying in a cold bed by herself wasn’t one of them. She longed for strong arms to circle her, a warm body spooning her and a big, hard dick driving in and out until she couldn’t stand it anymore. And not just anybody. She wanted Nick, and no vibrator would take his place.
For a long time she lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, sleep a long way from coming.
She’d done it. Lacey Lambert had fallen for a cowboy whose own hang-ups equaled if not exceeded her own. “Hell.”
Nick knew
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