The Makeover Page 8

  He could scarcely credit the situation in which he found himself—putting his heart on the line for another woman so soon after having it stomped on by Daria.

  He grabbed at his hair only to come up empty. What remained of his former mane was too short to really grasp. Finally, he heard a car pull up in the adjacent drive.

  Greg cast a quick glance down at himself. He was wearing loose shorts and a fitted t-shirt. Normally, he wore long t-shirts that concealed his crotch. Working out with Mykal, it was inevitable that he’d grow hard. She had a killer body and he wasn’t blind. Watching her breasts jiggle as she used the elliptical or ran on the treadmill was delicious torture. He considered changing but nixed the idea. His desire for her was no longer a secret.

  When the doorbell sounded almost twenty agonizingly long minutes later, he took a deep breath and ran his hands over his hair and clothes. Nerves made his palms sweaty and he had to grip the knob extra hard to get it to turn.

  “Hi,” Mykal said with a shy smile, for once not seeming super confident.

  “Hi,” he echoed, backing away to allow her to enter.

  “So, um, I guess we should talk first?” She crossed her arms and his eyes automatically dropped to the smooth mounds of her breasts as they pushed up above her exercise top. Dropping her arms, she fidgeted with the hem of her shorts. “So…we’ve both recently gone through bad break ups.”

  He felt such a sharp pain in his chest that he actually reached up to massage the area. “You’re not still in love with Mario, are you?”

  Her lovely brown eyes widened. “No, no, of course not. I guess I’m not going about this the right way.”

  Damn it, she was going to turn him down. “Mykal, it’s been months,” he said quickly. “You said yourself last night-”

  “Greg, my answer is yes.”

  He stopped and grinned. “Yeah?”

  She returned his grin. “Yeah.”

  Unable to contain himself any longer, he grabbed her up into an exuberant hug and swung her around. “You’re not going to regret this,” he told her, showering her face with kisses. She cupped his jaw and drew his mouth down to hers. He groaned as she wet the seam of his lips with her tongue. Opening to her, he let her control the kiss for as long as he was able. He tightened his arms around her, totally on board with the idea of getting a different kind of workout today.

  Mykal pulled back. “Wait. There’s one more thing.”

  He was already semi-hard, but he prepared himself to wait. Girls had some weird ideas about stuff. Just because she slept with him yesterday didn’t mean she wouldn’t want to call a halt to their physical relationship to spend time getting to “know” him. Although, in the previous months he felt that he’d developed the closest friendship with Mykal that he’d ever had with any woman aside from his mother.

  He cleared his throat and mentally prepared himself for the worst. “Okay, what is it?”

  “We’re both just out of relationships where we were cheated on. I don’t think either one of us wants to go through that again. So…if you ever decide that you want someone else, please at least do me the courtesy of breaking up with me first. Even if it is just a text saying, ‘I want to see other people.’ Okay?”

  “I would never do that to you, Mykal. I’m not a cheater.”

  She nodded but she didn’t appear convinced. “Neither was Mario.”

  “I’m not Mario. Mykal, I know how much that hurts. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

  “Greg, would you, please, just agree? It would make me feel better.”

  He sighed. He couldn’t blame her for having issues with trust. He should have his own reservations, but he knew what he wanted and he wasn’t going to let fear interfere with his living a full life. And he could no longer envision his life without Mykal being part of it. In a relatively short time, she’d become integral to his day. “Fine, I’ll agree. I suppose I should ask you to do the same for me.”

  She blinked and then she frowned. “I’ve never cheated on anyone.”

  “You’re a beautiful, sexy woman. You’re more likely to get offers than I am.”

  She opened her mouth as though to speak, a pained expression flickering over her lovely features. But then she shook her head. Flashing him a completely false smile, she said, “Well, that’s settled. Let’s work out.” She whirled away from him, heading for his home gym.

  He caught her wrist and drew her back to him. He probably shouldn’t let this cheating thing go, but she would learn in time that she could trust him. At the moment, he had something more urgent on his mind. “I thought perhaps we could do a different sort of exercise,” he said, hopefully.

  “What sort of-” she began with a confused little frown wrinkling the smooth skin between her neatly plucked brows before it cleared and she grinned. “Oh! That sort of exercise.” She laughed and threw her arms around his neck. She slid her fingers up into his hair and drew his head down to meet hers. Her light touch against his scalp sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

  When their lips met, she nipped his bottom lip before sliding her tongue inside. Though this had been his suggestion, she quickly took over, walking him backward until his calves connected with his sofa and he went down. Straddling his thighs, she followed so that they never lost their connection. She’d allowed him to be in control last time, but he suspected it was because he had the element of surprise on his side. It was fine with him if she wanted to be in charge. He still didn’t know where he’d gotten the nerve to be so bold or speak to her so explicitly.

  He groaned as she sucked on his tongue. She palmed his face, tilting his head up to receive her kiss. When she settled over his rapidly expanding cock and did a needy little swivel with her hips, he bucked beneath her. She was going to drive him right out of his mind. He gripped her thighs. “Mykal,” he moaned, as she nibbled his earlobe. He wrapped his arms around her as she trailed kisses down the column of his throat.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said.

  “You, too,” he returned with a grin.

  She sat up and removed her top. Grabbing a fistful of the back of his collar, he pulled his shirt off and flung it aside. It was a good thing that they’d acted simultaneously as he went completely still at the sight of her perky breasts bouncing in front of him. His mouth went dry at her beauty. He cupped them, his thumbs, brushing over the peaked milk chocolate centers. The contrast of his tan fingers next to her firm butterscotch breasts one was a massive turn on. With a groan, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. She tasted even better than she looked. Mykal moaned and ground her hips into his erection. He withstood her sensual movements for as long as he could, but with only their thin workout clothes on, he could feel her heat on his cock only too well. Releasing her breast with a gasp, he grabbed her hips. “You’re too good at that,” he said. He couldn’t take much more of her wicked motions or he’d explode in his pants.

  She stood and shimmied out of her shorts and panties. Greg could only stare at her in awe. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so lucky. Not only was she kind enough to have offered to help him, she was incredibly beautiful. Even better, she was willing to date him. She could have any man she wanted. Greg suffered from no delusions. He’d never been popular. He wasn’t rich. His looks were passable. He was the type of guy women looked over. He was a nice guy. In other words—simply friend material. He was the guy women turned to for help with their homework or with malfunctioning computers. They rarely viewed him as a man with feelings and needs of his own.

  Mykal placed her hands on her waist and smiled at him. “Are you going to get undressed or what?”

  “Yes.” He lifted his butt and shoved down his shorts and underwear.

  “Do you have protection?”

  “Damn. Upstairs.” He glanced down at his dick. He was in no shape to walk, let alone negotiate stairs.

  She flashed h
im a grin. “I’ll get them.” Greg watched as she bounded upstairs. He gripped his cock and pumped it a few times to relieve the throbbing ache. Thankfully, Mykal was quick. Perhaps she was almost as eager to be with him as he was to be with her. She placed the foil square on the couch next to him.

  “Only one?”

  She laughed. “If you want more, you’ll have to get them yourself.” Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she climbed on top of him and fused her mouth to his. He moaned as her tongue tangled with his. She fitted her sex over his cock and began to move on him once more. Her wet heat called to him. He couldn’t wait to be inside her again. Greg could only pray that she was ready to take him.

  He ran his hands down her back and gripped her lush ass. Her skin was unbelievably soft. “Mykal, now.” He grabbed the condom and ripped the wrapper open with his teeth. She lifted off him enough to give him room to don the latex. Once that was done, he stroked his tip through her moist folds before centering on her opening.

  Mykal came down slowly, her pussy engulfing the head of his cock and little more before she stopped, gasping. She bit her lip and her nails dug into his skin.

  He dipped his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He tugged on her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger. She moaned and rotated her hips. Thrusting up, Greg worked with her until he was buried inside her to the hilt. “Oh, God, Greg,” she moaned, her voice unsteady. Groaning, his head fell to the back of the couch. She was incredibly tight.

  Mykal rose over him and slid down again gradually. He held still to give her time to get used to him. He crushed the sofa cushion beneath him to keep himself from grabbing her and fucking up into the sweetest pussy he’d ever known. He gritted his teeth, praying she would be able to go faster soon.

  Yet after several minutes, she hadn’t increased her pace. Just continued to slide up and down his cock with a torturously, languid precision. She was about to make him lose his tenuous hold on his sanity. “Mykal, please,” he rasped. “Fuck me faster.”

  She moaned. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  It briefly occurred to him that she’d been driving him crazy on purpose, but before he could fully grasp the idea, she slammed her hips down on his and all he could do was feel. “Oh, damn.” He scooted down the couch so that she would find riding him easier.

  Her pleasured cries soon had him on edge as much as her tight pussy. On each downward stroke, she ground her hips against him until his groans were just as loud. “Mykal, you feel s-so-” He broke off with a grunt. She felt so good. He wanted it to make this last.

  Then he made the mistake of looking between her legs. The sight of his cock, glistening with her moisture, disappearing into her tight pussy was like a punch of lust to his gut. He couldn’t resist the pull any longer. Gripping her ass, he thrust up into her succulent heat even as he brought her hips down so that she was filled with every inch of him.

  “Yes, Greg! Oh, yes! Don’t stop!”

  Her beautiful breasts bounced before his eyes as he held her still for his rampant thrusts. He was totally out of control. Suddenly, he couldn’t get deep enough. His orgasm was building much faster than he wanted it to, but he’d be damned if he was coming without taking Mykal along for the ride. Reaching between their bodies, he found her clit with his thumb and stroked it in rapid circles until she cried out and her pussy closed so tightly over his cock he could barely pull it out.

  The pleasure was intense. He could feel his balls drawing up and his cock swelling and knew he was a goner. Growling, he punched his hips upward and let the waves of her orgasm milk him. “Oh, God, Mykal, I love you,” he gasped. The words flowed out of him, as unstoppable as his climax. He suddenly wished that there was nothing between them. He’d never been with a woman without protection before, but somehow doing so with Mykal felt wrong. The condom was an offensive piece of latex stopping him from fully laying claim to his woman. “I love you so damn much!”

  Damn! Though lightheaded in the aftermath, he went rigid with panic. It wasn’t that it wasn’t true. He was head over heels in love with this amazing woman. But it was entirely too soon to be making such a declaration. He’d be lucky if she didn’t grab up her clothes and run screaming from his house.

  He bit his lip and prayed that she didn’t hear him or would attribute his words to the heat of the moment.

  ***

  Panting, Mykal cupped Greg’s jaw and kissed him. Her heart swelled with happiness. She knew better than to believe it when a guy told her that he loved her when he was buried balls deep inside her pussy. That didn’t change how happy his words made her. “Greg, you’re so sweet,” she whispered against his mouth. “But you don’t have to say that just because we made love.”

  He sighed and lowered his eyes. Long lashes hid his pale blue irises from her. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this. But I won’t lie to you. I do love you, Mykal. You’re amazing and perfect and I’m so glad I met you.”

  She shook her head. Her thighs were screaming at her so she moved over to his side. “Greg, I’m not perfect. I shop too much and I don’t work nearly as hard as I should.”

  “You’re intelligent and kind. You’re loyal to your friends. And you dedicated a lot of time to helping me, a virtual stranger. Not many people would have done that. You’ve never asked me for anything in return. You’re incredibly beautiful, sexy, and classy. You make me feel better about myself than I ever have before.”

  She bit her lip and swallowed against the tears clogging her throat. “The feeling is mutual,” she said, her voice thick. She snuggled into his side and he wrapped his arms around her.

  “Mykal?” he asked, his tone hesitant.

  “Yeah?”

  “Are you on any kind of birth control?”

  “No.”

  “Oh.”

  He sounded so disappointed that she had to stifle a laugh. She ran her hand down his chest and felt him shudder. “Greg, would you like to come to dinner with me at my parent’s house next Sunday?”

  “I’d love to.”

  Chapter Eight

  Greg sipped his water and surreptitiously glanced at his watch. Didn’t matter. Ben caught him and snorted. “Uh, oh, boys, we better get Greg here home or he’s going to be in trouble with the little lady.”

  He ignored Ben’s blatant jealousy. Mykal didn’t keep him on a leash. She didn’t have to. He enjoyed every minute they had together. She wouldn’t be angry even if he came home so late that all he had the energy to do was climb into bed and crash. Besides, she was having a night out with her friend Tania. Ben had talked him and the guys into eating at a sports bar, something he liked to do occasionally so that he could show himself off to be the cool one in their group. Greg didn’t mind, but he did sometimes wonder if Ben only liked hanging out with them so that he could feel superior.

  “I was just wondering if we were ever going to get our food.” The bar was crowded. They’d placed their orders almost a half hour ago. It was a Friday night and some important game was on the television. He didn’t follow sports. Much to his late father’s dismay, he’d never been much of an athlete. He had the size but not the skill. He’d started gaming to improve his eye-hand coordination, but soon lost interest in participating in actual sports.

  “Do you have permission to have a burger and fries?” He’d actually ordered a grilled chicken sandwich with a double portion of broccoli, but he wasn’t going to give Ben more ammunition.

  Jeff ran his hand over his goatee. “Geez, Ben, will you let it go already?”

  “Yeah,” Max agreed. “We came out to have a good time. We should be celebrating that at least one of us has a woman.”

  Ben scowled. “I can get a woman with the snap of my fingers. My problem is that he’s picked up another one just like the last one. She’s already changed his house, his clothes, and his hair. How long do you think it’ll be before she’s forbidding him from seeing us?”<
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  “Mykal is nothing like Daria,” Greg immediately argued. “She didn’t change anything about me that I wasn’t willing to change. Besides, that was before. That was to win Daria back.”

  “Now she’s sure to make her own demands. That’s what happens when you keep them around on a long-term basis.”

  Greg rolled his eyes but fortunately was saved from having to make a comment as their food finally arrived. The server who placed their food on the table was not the same one who’d taken their orders. This girl was younger with a tight t-shirt that strained to hold in an impressive pair of breasts. Greg smirked as Ben’s mouth dropped open.

  “Is there anything else I get you guys?” she asked with a friendly smile.

  Ben was already giving her his signature stare despite the fact that she looked like she was barely in her twenties. “Star,” he said, his dark eyes dropping to the pin on her shirt and lingering longer than it took to just read a name. “That’s a beautiful name.”

  She gave him a polite smile. “Thank you. If there’s anything else…?”

  “Just your phone number,” he said, pitching his voice low.

  “Sorry, I’m taken.” She held up her left hand long enough to display a modest diamond engagement ring.

  “Hey, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Ben replied, clearly undeterred.

  With clearly strained patience, she continued, “If everything looks good, I’ll be going.”

  “It looks great. Thanks,” Max said quickly. With a relieved nod, she hurried away.

  “If you guys weren’t here, I’d be taking off with her already.”

  Jeff jammed several fries in his mouth, then asked, “How’s the game coming, Greg? When can we give it a test drive?”