Heart's Masquerade Page 6

  “I can’t be a nerd?”

  “You can be anything you want. Just be naked for me.”

  His eyebrows lowered in a mock frown. “I think I’m doing a lot of stripping. Meanwhile, I haven’t enjoyed any good views.” He reached out with a forefinger and managed to tap the midsection of her bra through her coat and blouse. “Off, please.”

  “So polite.”

  Torrian tugged her back to her feet, and she tumbled into his arms, thinking she might like to stay there a long while. Rather she moved away and unbuttoned her coat. Torrian’s gaze narrowed as she revealed her blouse. The thin, white material fluttered to the couch, to be followed by a camisole. Now she stood like him, naked from the waist up except for her bra.

  Torrian wasn’t going for it. He waggled a finger, and she chuckled. Her breasts were small. She wasn’t ashamed of them even if she wished they were bigger. They weren’t perky the way they’d been in her twenties, but whatever. The bra joined the blouse, and she put her hands on her hips. Torrian’s eyes widened.

  “So they’re bigger?” he said in wonder.

  She peered down at the plum to small orange sized boobs. “Huh?”

  “Your nipples. Damn!”

  He stared, mouth agape. His hands came in as if in slow motion, and pleasure suffused her. She stepped forward to let him palm her breasts, and arrows of delight shot straight to her pussy as his thumbs plucked at her nipples.

  “Torrian.”

  He groaned and dragged her closer. Lips encircled one nipple, and he pulled on it then teased the tip with his tongue. She gasped, struggling to stay upright. Torrian sealed her to him, licking and sucking at her breast, from the soft swell at the sides, to the stiff peak. She yelped when he grabbed her by the waist, raised her off her feet, and set her quickly down on the couch. She lay on her back, and he hovered above her before diving down to attack her breasts again. From one to the other, he laved and squeezed, stroked and nuzzled. She cried out his name as her desire rose higher and higher.

  Torrian was like a man possessed who didn’t ever want to stop. He brought his torso down to pin her hips to the couch. The push against her pussy with her legs spread drove her wild. She humped against him, thrashing to be penetrated.

  “Torrian, there’s more to me,” she encouraged him. He raised his head, eyes feverish with lust.

  While he sat up, she unbuttoned her slacks and lowered the zipper. He brushed her hands aside and separated the two sides to reveal her panties. At first he just looked, his palms flat on her belly, and then he jerked back to drag her pants down her legs. They landed in a heap on the floor, and he pressed his nose to her mound, breathing deep through her panties.

  “They’re wet,” he whispered.

  She shivered.

  “Right here.” A finger skated the outline of her slit, and she swallowed. Torrian nipped aside the material without taking her panties off to reveal her pussy. He said nothing, but the next instant, he began eating her out. She had to stuff a fist into her mouth to keep from screaming. Glenda really would have a story to tell the neighborhood.

  Torrian thrust her panties farther aside and shoved his tongue between her folds. Her hips came up off the couch. His moans, the sounds of her cream being eaten, together drove her insane. She squirmed and begged, not even sure what she was asking for. He didn’t let up but squeezed her thighs, holding her in place. His nose kept bumping her clit, and while he did that, she teetered on the edge of an orgasm. She could handle it, enjoy herself a little longer.

  Her lover must have sensed her crazy thinking because he drew back, curled fingers into the waistband of her panties and drew them downward. He flattened a palm across her mound and thumbed her folds apart. When his mouth descended on her clit, she was gone. One single shriek, and an orgasm hit so hard she lost sense of time.

  Jaz opened her eyes after the climax to find Torrian had stood to remove the rest of his clothing. She started to pull off her panties, but he motioned for her to leave them. He removed his shoes and socks and dropped his boxers. Her first glimpse of his cock impressed her. Just a bit longer than average, he was yummy thick. Expert fingers retrieved a condom from his wallet and popped it into place. She raised her knees as he climbed back on the couch, and rather than remove her panties, he nabbed them to the side again. The man must get off on a woman still wearing clothes when he took her.

  Jaz’s heart raced from the first pressure of his cock tip. He stretched her to fit his width, but it didn’t hurt. She let him sink inch by wonderful inch into her pussy, calling out his name. Torrian rocked his hips so that his cock slid out, then forward to drive deep into her pussy. She met each thrust, rising up off the couch as much as she could, but he grasped her legs to tuck her feet against his ass.

  “Let me in as far as I can go,” he begged and pumped hard. She dug her nails into his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her ass. A thrust upward brought her pelvis to him, and then he plunged down. His weight crushed her into the chair cushions, and a shudder of pleasure took her.

  “Yes, yes,” she shouted.

  Torrian reached above her head and grabbed hold of the couch’s arm. He drove into her over and over, another orgasm began to take hold. Just as it hit, Torrian grunted, stiffened, and held himself inside her. As her core muscles contracted, her lover gasped and dropped his forehead against the cushions. They came together, shaking in powerful bliss.

  Torrian sat up and removed the condom. “Trash?” he asked.

  She pointed. While he was in the kitchen, she thought of the dishes she had left in the sink from the morning and dismissed them. That was the best sex she’d had since before Allen. She climbed off the couch and removed her soaked panties, then gathered her clothes to carry to the bedroom. She started when Torrian spoke behind her.

  “Mind if I clean my mouth a bit?” he asked.

  She glanced over her shoulder and found his gaze locked on her ass. Yeah, that was her best asset, a big butt. She grinned. “Sure. The bathroom’s over there.”

  Jaz hesitated by the bed. She wondered if he’d like more. She knew she would, a lot more, in different positions. Being multiorgasmic like any woman, she loved sex and didn’t deny herself. She encouraged her lovers to satisfy her and did all she could to please them.

  Torrian returned from the bathroom to stand in front of her. He raised her chin and kissed her lips, tasting of mint. “I wanted more of this,” he said. His hand slid down to her ass, and he squeezed. “More of this, too. Are you game?”

  “Definitely!”

  They were in bed within seconds, but Torrian left her lonely for a few seconds to get another condom.

  “Just how many do you carry in your wallet?”

  He grinned. “Two.”

  Jaz snuggled to his chest and encircled his neck with her arms. She arched into his chest, and he raised her leg to lie over his hips. The tip of his cock bobbed at her belly, making her ache to be filled again. “Thank goodness for the corner store.”

  * * * *

  In the morning, Jaz opened her eyes slowly, blinked a few times, and waited for the world to come into focus. The first sight she saw in the low illumination was Torrian leaning on his elbow and staring down at her.

  She groaned. “What time is it?”

  “Early.”

  “What are you looking at?”

  “You.”

  She rolled away, turning her back on him. “I probably look like death.”

  He scooted in behind her and touched his chin to her shoulder. “You look like sunshine during a storm.”

  She gasped and glanced back at him but he moved to a sitting position. With his back turned, she couldn’t be sure of his seriousness, but his tone hadn’t sounded like he was joking or just flattering her after good sex.

  “I have to go,” he said and stood. She watched his tight ass as he left the room naked and climbed out of bed to follow. Invigorated rather than exhausted after the night they had, s
he stretched her arms over her head and heard a few bones crack. Torrian reached for his boxers and slipped them on.

  “Shame to cover that up,” she said, and he chuckled.

  “I’m glad you appreciate the view.”

  “More than the view, baby.”

  He drew her to him and kissed her. When he turned away, he seemed to catch sight of a box she had left in the living room filled with used items. Torrian reached inside and lifted out the animal print panties and top she’d worn at the party. “What are you doing with this stuff?”

  “Giving it to the Salvation Army.”

  He reached into the box and removed the tail as well as the mechanism for making it work. “Not this.” He handed the entire costume to her. “I want to see it again.”

  She smirked. “Is that your way of saying you’re gong to see me again?”

  His gaze lowered to her naked breasts, and she spotted the fire lighting in them. “Without question.”

  He finished dressing, Jaz saw him to the door, and he kissed her good-bye. She locked the door and ran into her bedroom to jump into the shower. A full day lay ahead of her, but all she could think about was Torrian Donnelly and what it would be like to see him again.

  Chapter Seven

  Torrian checked his messages while he strode along the street. A few panicked ones from Niles, both voice mail and text made him smile. As he shot off a text to his chauffeur, he was somewhat surprised the police hadn’t descended upon Jaz’s apartment during the night.

  “I considered it, sir,” Niles assured him when he called.

  “I hear something in your tone, Niles. You knew just where I was, didn’t you?”

  “Sir, one can’t be too careful. You’re not just anyone.”

  “I’m not the president of the United States.”

  “No,” Niles quipped, “else the Secret Service would have been there with you.”

  “Hm,” was all he commented. He had no doubt Niles had Jaz’s name and her address. Sometimes the man went too far, but he couldn’t blame him. “I ended up leaving a little later than I intended to.”

  Torrian named a different location to being picked up with less chance of being spotted. He’d have to walk farther, but no matter.

  “Perhaps I should pick you up where you are, Mr. Donnelly.”

  “It’s dawn, Niles. I’m fine. I’ll see you soon.” He disconnected the call and pushed his phone into his pocket. He had intended to leave earlier, but somehow watching Jaz sleep with the first rays of sunlight touching her beautiful face intrigued him. He had been unable to look away. Maybe it was being alone for so long that drew him, or it could be the fact that he hadn’t met a genuine person in a long time. Open, bold, most of all happy, Jaz gave off an energy that made him desire to bask in it, to prolong it—hell, to keep her at his side.

  Torrian turned a corner and groaned. He considered whether it was too late to retrace his steps. His cousin leaned against a wall with a friend, one knee bent and smoking a cigarette. “What the fuck are you doing over here at this time, Torrian?”

  Kenny’s friend turned. “Torrian? Damn, it is him.”

  The two of them approached Torrian, hostility radiating from each man. Torrian tensed, on his guard. “Kenny and, uh, Billy wasn’t it?”

  Billy chucked without mirth and slapped Kenny’s chest with the back of his hand. “Too good to remember his old pals this one.”

  Torrian flared his nostrils. “No one said I’m too good.”

  Kenny approached him, eyes narrowed. “Heard you were sniffing around that charity nut girl. Kind of early for you to be out this way. What did you fuck her?”

  Torrian growled and slammed his cousin against the wall. “Shut your mouth, Kenny.”

  “Hey!” Billy grabbed his arm, but Torrian hardly felt the pull. He didn’t let go of the front of his cousin’s coat as they faced each other eye to eye.

  “Let it go, Kenny,” he warned.

  “Or what?” Kenny shook him off. “You made your choice.”

  “Fuck off,” Torrian shot back. “Last time I checked, just because you move away doesn’t mean you can’t come back.”

  “Oh ho, so that’s what you want? To come back?”

  “You know what I mean.”

  Kenny stabbed him in the chest with a finger. “You grabbed the money and left. How’s it feel? No family and real friends. Is that why you come here every year? Maybe you come to rub it in my face how you’re a success and I’m still just a regular guy.”

  “Are you jealous?” Torrian couldn’t help taunting.

  Kenny swung at his head. Torrian ducked, and slammed his cousin on the wall again. Billy started to jump into it, but Kenny waved him off.

  Torrian held him in place a few moments and then backed up. “Yeah we both had nothing. My godfather gave me a chance. I took it. There’s nothing wrong with that, and when I started to do better, I offered to help you. You rejected me.”

  Kenny spit at his feet. “I don’t need your handouts or your high and mighty attitude.”

  Torrian dragged a hand over his face. He couldn't win with this idiot.

  “I wonder what Jaz thinks of you.”

  Torrian clenched his jaw, and Kenny’s eyes widened.

  “Whoa, she doesn’t know. You’re over here fucking a local girl. What do they call it—slumming?”

  Torrian grabbed his coat front. “You better keep your mouth shut!”

  Kenny thrust clenched fists outward, breaking Torrian’s hold. He reared back and threw a punch. Torrian sidestepped it and threw one of his own. His fist connected with is cousin’s jaw and put him on the ground. Torrian crouched over him as Kenny, dazed, rubbed his jaw.

  “Oh, look, I haven’t forgotten where I came from after all.”

  Kenny scowled as Billy helped him to his feet. Kenny shook him off. “This isn’t over, Torrian. You’re going to get yours. I promise you that.”

  Torrian had had enough. “I don’t know what you think I deserve. Why can’t you let it go? You didn’t want my help. Fine. Live the way you choose. I’ll do the same.”

  Kenny pulled a dirty handkerchief from equally ratty jeans and wiped the blood from his lip. He eyed Torrian with such hatred Torrian wished he could return to the past and…what? How could he possibly keep his cousin from being consumed with jealousy and anger? He didn’t see a way.

  Having no more words, he strode off along the street, leaving the two men behind and Kenny tossing curses at him with each step he took.

  * * * *

  Torrian tapped his cell phone a few times and aimed a finger at the number Jaz had provided him with. Each time he changed his mind. He wanted to call her, maybe even needed to hear her voice, but should he? What if Kenny had shot off his mouth about Torrian? What then? Would she talk to him, or would she be angry that he had deceived her?

  Something told him Jaz was the type of woman who wouldn’t back down but she would call him to let him know just what she thought of him hiding his financial status. She was honest and straightforward. Most of all, he decided, she didn’t judge people based on what they owned. He knew if she thought he had nothing, she would see him as the man she had danced with and the man who had pleasured her in bed. Still, that didn’t mean the same held true if she found out all the truth.

  Okay, he was being a coward, and he’d be damned if he left it that way. He dialed her number and waited while it rang on the other end. Jaz’s sultry tones came on the line with a hint of excitement. He guessed she knew it was him calling.

  “Hey,” he said.

  “Hey, yourself.” A smile in her tone.

  “Tomorrow night is officially Halloween,” he stated unnecessarily.

  “No way.”

  He chuckled. “I was thinking maybe you were free tonight to join me for a hayride.”

  She squealed. “I know where the best hayrides are. I used to go all the time, but I haven’t gone since I came back.”

  “I’ve already selected a
great place. So go with me,” he encouraged her. “I promise to show you a good time. And they serve hot chocolate. I might be persuaded to buy you a cup.”

  “Oh, you’re so generous. Gives a girl goose bumps.”

  They both laughed.

  “Does that mean you’ll join me?”

  “Try to stop me, sir. Sounds like fun, but if I get scared, you’ll have to protect me.”

  Torrian leaned back from his desk and toyed with a pen. His cock twitched as images of him holding her close on a chilly night in the dark flitted through his mind. “I’ll stick very close.”

  “Mmm. We can take the train, right?”

  He scrambled for an answer. The last time he had had to take public transportation was about fifteen years ago. He didn’t recall how to get around by it, nor was he current on the fares. Maybe he was as spoiled as Kenny claimed. “I’ll double-check and call you before I pick you up. How’s that?”

  “Peachy. Can’t wait.”

  He echoed her sentiment and rang off, then called Niles. His chauffeur answered on the first ring. “Mr. Donnelly?”

  “Niles, tell me you know how to catch public transportation.”

  “Driving your limo, sir, I haven’t found the need to do so in a few years, but I remember how to get around. You aren’t planning to travel that way, are you, sir?”

  Torrian decided not to address his driver’s fears but explained what he needed. “I don’t want to appear too ignorant in catching a train.”

  “Sir, I can—”

  “Thanks, Niles.” He disconnected, knowing Niles was considering whether it was worth it to work for a man who refused to live within the confines of the privileged life that had been handed to him. Torrian also knew Niles cared about him, or he hoped it wasn’t just about the paycheck. He sighed. A small, close staff was what he kept for privacy and just to be as ordinary as possible. Kenny had accused him of thinking he was somehow better. If he only knew. Every day, Torrian considered leaving it all behind.

  Now he had met Jazara. He didn’t want to lie to her, but he would keep who he was a secret if it meant he could keep her in his life a little longer. He smiled as he thought of seeing her. Only a day had passed. He had meant to wait longer, but he couldn’t help it. Maybe he’d even keep on assisting her at the community center.