It was good and long and intense, her entire body shuddering in ecstasy. When she was finished, and she’d forced her eyes to refocus, Tamara loosened her grip on Elec’s poor maligned hair and struggled to catch her breath.
“Good?” he asked.
“Oh, yes.”
Elec stood up and yanked open the medicine cabinet. “Condoms.” His movements were so jerky that he dropped two boxes of condoms into the sink and knocked Ryder’s dental floss onto the counter. Tamara wanted to help, but she needed all of her strength to stay standing.
Elec got a condom out and his pants unzipped while she felt her panties slide all the way to her ankles, giving in to gravity as she pulled her legs slightly together.
“I’m so glad Ryder is such a Boy Scout.”
He slapped the condom on his erection with a speed that impressed Tamara. If that wasn’t evidence of quick driver reflexes, she didn’t know what was.
“Turn around,” Elec told Tamara, his hands at her waist, encouraging the movement. “I want you to see yourself in the mirror.” He wanted her to see how beautiful she was, how flushed her cheeks were, how loose and free her hair was, and how dilated her eyes were.
He wanted to look over her shoulder as he thrust inside her and see the pleasure on her face in the glass.
She didn’t even hesitate. Tamara just turned around and placed her hands flat on the countertop. Elec felt his c**k jump in anticipation. God, he wanted her. Like he had never wanted another woman ever. It amazed him all over again every time he realized that.
Elec drew up the bottom of her skirt slowly, sliding his hands along the softness of her thighs, her hips. The position did beautiful things to her ass, her legs spread slightly, her backside pushed out a little as she bent over. It was all tight and inviting and he swallowed the gallon of spit that had suddenly appeared in his mouth. Brushing his fingers across her smooth skin, he dipped between her legs and stroked inside her, making sure she was still wet for him. She was, no doubt about that, and she gave a soft moan of encouragement that made his whole body tense with tight, hot want.
When he settled himself against her, and thrust deep inside her, they both moaned. Oh, damn, she felt good surrounding him with her slick heat. The angle heightened sensation for him, letting him feel her tightness as he drove good and deep. He liked the way his abs and his thighs bumped into her curves as he pulled in and out of her. A glance in the mirror showed Tamara, her eyes half closed, her mouth open, lips moist and swollen from his kisses, her hair falling forward as she accepted him, as she enjoyed him inside her. It was sexy as hell, her ni**les peaking against her T-shirt, her hands pressed rigidly onto the countertop.
He knew when he hit a good spot, because her eyes snapped open and rolled back, and her heavy breathing actually stopped, her mouth open on a silent cry of intense pleasure. Elec pulled back and repeated and was rewarded with an expulsion of air from her mouth followed by, “Oh, shit, yes.”
When he did it a third time, she dipped her head, covering her face with her hair, and groaned loudly, the muscles inside her contracting on his cock. He thrust again and said,
“Tamara, look in the mirror.”
“No,” she whispered, arching her hips backward as she came.
“Please . . . let me see you come,” he said, moving faster and harder. God, he was so close, so ready to explode inside her.
She actually did look up, tossing her hair back, and meeting his gaze in the mirror as she finished her orgasm. Her teeth were tearing into her bottom lip and her eyes were dilated, cheeks pink with exertion and desire. It was all he needed. Elec gripped her hips and pumped his way to a hard, shattering orgasm that had him gritting his teeth and losing the power of speech.
When he finally could speak again, his movements slowing, his back itchy with sweat and his fingers releasing their rabid grip on her hips, the only thing he could think to say was,
“Damn.”
Tamara pressed her forehead against the mirror and she said breathlessly, “My thought exactly.”
RYDER looked at his ex-wife in disbelief over the dinner table. “Suz, I don’t think Tammy and Elec would appreciate me interrupting. They’ve been gone at least fifteen minutes, so clearly they are talking.”
“More likely they’re fighting. I should have never sprung this on Tammy. That was wrong of me. But I was hoping she would see that there’s nothing wrong with a little fun, you know? I want her happy.”
Suz was looking on the verge of tears and Ryder felt instantly horrible. “Alright, I’ll go check on them.” He’d feel like a giant jackass doing it, but he’d do it.
Excusing himself—not that Ty and Nikki looked like they gave a shit what he did, since they were clearly groping each other under the table—he stood up and went into his bedroom, expecting to find Elec and Tammy either talking or wrestling naked on his bed. It surprised him that they weren’t in the room, but were in his bathroom with the door shut.
Maybe Tammy really was sick or something.
Ryder went up to the closed door, ready to knock, when he heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from his bathroom, punctuated by Tammy moaning, “Oh, shit, yes.”
Alrighty then. Guess he wasn’t needed to smooth out a fight. They were just smoothing it all out themselves.
And damned if he wasn’t a little bit jealous. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman badly enough to nail her in the john at a dinner party.
It had probably been since Suzanne, which really made him cranky.
Suddenly horny and annoyed, he went back out and sat down hard in his chair, saying,
“They’re fine.”
“Well, what are they doing?” Suzanne asked, her forehead creased with a heavy frown line.
To which he just raised an eyebrow and stared at her.
“Oh,” she said, eyes going wide. “Ooohhh.” Her fork was halfway to her mouth. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
Ty had heard the exchange and he looked at Ryder curiously. “Tammy and Elec? For real?”
“Apparently.”
“What’s going on?” Nikki asked. “Where are the other people?”
“In the other room,” Ty told her.
“Well, why are they in there and we’re in here? Is there something better in there?”
The poor girl looked so confused that Ryder almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
Suzanne clearly didn’t. “Because Tammy is in there making like her feet hate each other, and they don’t need us around for it.”