Something Unexpected

  Tressie Lockwood

  Copyright © October 2010, Tressie Lockwood

  Cover art designed by Anastasia Rabiyah © October 2010

  ISBN 978-1-936110-95-7

  This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form.

  Sugar and Spice Press

  North Carolina, USA

  www.sugarnspicepress.com

  Chapter One

  “What’s she got that I don’t have?” Zacari looked down at her chest. Thirty-six C bra size, a sexy if not flat belly, and a round booty men liked to grab onto even when she hadn’t given them permission. She completed a two year college degree and was struggling through to bachelors. One couldn’t call her glorified secretarial position success, but damn it, she supported the top executives at Connor and O’Connor, her engineering firm. That had to count to count for something, didn’t it?

  No, with all she had going for her, Zacari’s best friend had still stolen her man and slept with him in Zacari’s bed. Okay, so common sense told her the two of them were the bastards since they’d done the cheating. Knowing that didn’t make Zacari feel any better about herself.

  She lifted the glass of sex-on-the-beach to her lips and took a long drink. Usually she’d instruct the bartender to go easy on the alcohol and give her more orange juice, but tonight she’d begged for the booze—anything to drown her sorrows.

  Zacari drained the glass and ordered anther drink. She tried to recall a drink strong enough to put her in an alcohol-induced coma, but Pam had always been the drink expert. Every time they went out, Pam would advise Zacari on what to order, and Zacari would follow along. She’d have to stick with frou frou ones now.

  By the end of the fourth glass, the bartender seemed to be evaluating whether he should give her more. The room dipped and swayed each time Zacari turned her head. She sat up straight and held the side of the bar in a death grip in an effort to look sober.

  “Um…” she said too loud.

  The bartender glanced her way and shook his head. “I think you’ve had enough, miss. How are you getting home?”

  She frowned. “I’ve only had four. My friend can drink that much with no affects whatsoever, and she can draw every man in the vicinity too.” Aware she sounded resentful, Zacari clicked her teeth together. Somewhere in her past, she remembered hearing that silence made the idiot seem wise. Now that she was good and sloshed, mentally quoting proverbs like that would help. Not!

  A male arm reached around her and set cash on the bar. “I’ll take care of her tab and see her home.”

  Zacari gave a slow heavy-lidded blink and peered at the man. Sexy as hell, his eyes were aqua green in sharp contrast to his raven dark hair. He parted full lips in a gentle smile. For the life of Zacari she couldn’t place where she’d seen him before. Surely, a guy this hot should have burned an imprint into her memory.

  The bartender’s brows creased. “I will call her a cab.” He probably figured the man was going to rape her in some back alley and leave her dead. She should be more alarmed at the prospect, but her mind remained fuzzy. Yeah, she couldn’t hold her liquor for crap.

  “Zacari, let’s go.” The man took her arm. Had she mentioned her name?

  He led her out of the bar and over to the curb. A limo pulled up as if expecting them, and the driver hopped out to open the door. Zacari resisted the hand at her lower back directing her to get in. Although it wasn’t likely a man would kidnap a woman with such an obvious vehicle, she wasn’t taking any chances. People were crazy. Besides, the chilly evening air cleared her head somewhat, and she was able to put more than two thoughts together.

  She pulled away from his touch. “What’s going on here? Why is someone like you being so nice to me?”

  He stared into her eyes, amusement clear in his expression. “You don’t know do you?”

  “Know what?” Zacari wasn’t admitting anything. If he thought he could force himself on her without a fight, he had another thought coming. He would walk away with that pretty boy face scratched to ribbons. Suffusing that threat into her stance and expression didn’t wipe the grin from his full lips—lips she wanted to suck on. Zacari shook her head. Alcohol must still be clouding her judgment.

  “I know that we’ve only met twice before, but I liked to think that I made an impression on you.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. Broad shoulders fit well in his suit jacket. He paused a beat for her response, but when she didn’t say a word, he continued. “I am Jack O’Connor’s son. You really know how to shrink a man’s ego.”

  Zacari’s mouth fell open. Of course. That’s where she’d seen the eyes, but with wrinkles all around them and saggy lids. She’d always thought when the president of her company was young, he must have been handsome. His hair all white may have been as dark as this man’s at one time.

  “Keary O’Connor,” she said after some time.

  “Ah, redeemed. Yes, that’s me. Now, can I see you home?” He stepped aside to let her climb into the limo, and Zacari complied this time.

  Inside, she sat well away from him with her arms crossed over her chest. While she knew her boss couldn’t fault her for the formfitting dress or being out late, needing his son to take her home looked bad.

  Keary sat in silence at her side until Zacari realized he waited for her address. She blushed. “Sorry, it’s been a long day.” She gave him the information and advised him on the direction to take.

  His eyebrows went up. “So far from home.”

  She looked away. “I didn’t want to run into anyone I knew.” Meaning her ex-boyfriend and her ex-best friend, of course. Who knew she’d still have bad luck and land where she didn’t want to be.

  Zacari eyed Keary. Damn, he was fine. His casual slacks hugged muscular thighs, and the jacket and dress shirt didn’t begin to hide his hard body. She bet his girlfriend wouldn’t think twice about another man if she had Keary to come home to every day.

  The lust must have been reflected in her eyes, because Keary studied her with interest. She didn’t know what made her do it, but she reached out a hand and rested it on his arm. With no conscious thought, she ran her fingers up his sleeve to take a few strands of his silky hair in between her fingers. Zacari had never slept with a white man before, but she’d fantasized about it often enough. Something about their colorful eyes made her want to stare into them while running her fingers through their hair.

  Maybe it was the alcohol in her system or because she was on the rebound, all her inhibitions melted away. She pulled her feet out of her heels and slid closer to Keary. When her hip brushed his, she moved one leg over his, feeling the muscles tense and bunch under her thigh.

  Meeting his heated gaze, she reached between his legs and began stroking his cock. Keary covered her hand, but his shaft still jerked and hardened. “You shouldn’t do that,” he told her.

  She smirked. “Why? You don’t like it?”

  He shook his head. “You know good and well that I like it. A lot. But I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

  “Who is taking advantage of whom?” She pushed his hand away and traced his length through his slacks. The girth alone must be a figment of her imagination. She couldn’t wait to have a closer look, but she needed him to agree. “You’re not into black women?”

  “That’s not it at all.” He lifted her hand from his crotch and kissed it. “You know how beautiful you are. There can’t be a man within yards of you who will not appreciate your incredible curves, those luscious breasts, or long to taste your smooth chocolate skin.”

  Zacari warmed all over at his compliments, but she wasn’t taking no for an answer. She was a big girl and knew what she was getting herself into. Okay, so her heart hurt like hell, but she didn’t think she’d regret anything that happened tonight.

  “Let me be upfront with you, Keary. I was back there drinking myself silly because I walked into my apartment and found my boyfriend getting it on with my best friend. Neither of those bastards were sorry, and I don’t know how long it had been going on. I just wanted to forget it all for one night.”

  His beautiful eyes filled with sympathy, and he murmured those same sentiments. She was determined to change that expression. At her nape, she untied and let fall the spaghetti straps which did little to hold back her breasts. Keary followed her movements with his eyes.

  “I’m on the rebound. I admit that, but I’m not the kind of woman that has these experiences every day.”

  “Oh? What kind of experience is that?”

  She climbed onto his lap and hiked her short dress even higher. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts against his chest and was rewarded with his twitching cock under her. “This kind—having sex in a limo with a hot man.”

  Still Keary hesitated. He appeared to be everything a woman could want in a man. Too bad this was not the time to develop a deeper relationship.

  “Since we’re being honest, let me say that I’ve never been with a black woman, although like most men, I’ve fantasized about it. I would not want to take advantage of you in this vulnerable state just to fulfill it.” He shuddered when she rotated her hips on his lap. “That’s not to say that you’re not driving me insane doing that, Zacari. A man can only take so much.”

  “Then don’t take it.” She leaned in and brushed his lips with hers. “Or do.”

  K
eary stared into her eyes a moment. She could almost see the wheels turning, him analyzing what was the right thing to do. If Zacari was a little more sober, maybe she’d have done the same, but why should she? His chest under her palms was solid and strong. His heart raced. Just knowing she’d excited him was a thrill in itself, and if they were a sexual match, then she was in for real ride.

  Coming to a decision, Keary peered around her and tapped on the divider separating them from the driver. The barrier lowered an inch. “Sir?”

  “Drive around for a while,” Keary instructed. His employee didn’t question him but obeyed.

  Tossing Keary a sexy grin, Zacari reached back and unzipped her dress. The silky material slipped lower, and Keary drew in a sharp breath as her nipples came into view. She hadn’t worn a bra since even a strapless one would have been uncomfortable in her tight outfit.

  She ran her hands over her taut nipples, plucked them, and raised a questioning eyebrow to Keary. “Do you like them?”

  “Hell, yes,” he growled. “Play with them for me.”

  She pinched her nipples and stroked her breasts, allowing the peaks to graze her palms. Her lids grew heavy, and she tilted her head back knowing he didn’t miss a movement. The limo hit a bump sending Zacari gently up and then down on Keary’s cock. He swore, his hands moving to her hips and his fingers tangling in the waist band of her panties. When he tugged downward, Zacari helped him remove them before settling in place again.

  “Let me taste,” he demanded.

  He explored her lips with his at first, sticking his tongue into her mouth. Zacari moaned. She invited him in, amazed at how great a kisser he was. But Keary seemed to crave more. His kisses led lower to her neck and down farther to her breast. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Zacari cried out. She grasped his shoulder and arched more into him. Arrows of need shot to her pussy.

  “Oh, baby, you’re going to make me come, and we’ve barely started,” she murmured.

  “Trust me,” he assured her, “you’ll come more than once before I’m done.”

  He made good on his promise when he found her clit, stroked it with the pad of one thumb, and didn’t let up until she her core muscles tightened, her body screaming for release. She bent back, bracing a hand on his knee. While his tongue drove her nuts laving her nipple, he kept up a steady pace massaging her clit. Zacari pumped against his hand begging him not to stop. Her orgasm came with sudden force making her jerk and cry out. Keary didn’t pause until she’d keened through several aftershocks, and still she wanted more.

  She slid to the end of his thighs and began working his belt open. Keary sat back allowing her to unbutton and unzip his slacks before reaching inside his boxers. Zacari bit down on her lip at his sheer size. So thick and hard, his cock jutted out from his body ready to satisfy the need her orgasm hadn’t quieted.

  Rather than take him right in, Zacari decided to give back a little of the pleasure he’d given her. She slipped from his lap and laid out across the seat. When her mouth was on a level with his cock, she peered up at him while she took the head between her lips. Keary’s breath hissed past his teeth. Zacari guided him farther, angling her head so she could deep throat him.

  Keary’s jaw muscle contracted. “How did you learn to do that? Damn, it feels good. Baby, you’re going to make me spill in your mouth.”

  She drew back. “And that’s a bad thing?”

  “Woman, you are incredible!”

  She laughed and then went back to concentrating on his shaft. From his balls to his head, she licked, savoring every inch. She squeezed as she stroked, sucked at the top, and then tongued his opening. When Zacari reached down to massage his balls, they tightened. Knowing he was about to explode, she took him deep again but kept playing with the sensitive skin at his sack.

  Keary knotted his fingers in her hair. He drove her down just enough so she took another inch, but not enough to hurt. One barked warning preceded his eruption, and her mouth filled with his hot come. Zacari took every drop, drinking him down and loving the flavor.

  When she finished, she sat up but took hold of his cock again. Keary pulled her hand away and crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

  She cast him an innocent look. “What?”

  “On your knees, beautiful woman.”

  She smiled. “You’re not ready yet.”

  “You think not?” He grasped her hand and placed it on his cock. In her palm, it grew out, swelling and stiffening. Zacari’s mouth watered all over again, but Keary flipped her to her belly. He hoisted her onto her knees. The roominess of the limo made it easy to stretch across the black leather seats.

  Keary pushed his pants and boxers lower. Her dress was now a strip around her middle while her breasts and ass were bare. Zacari purred when Keary fingered her anus. He pressed his other hand on her back, making her lean lower so her rear punctuated the air and opened her pussy wide.

  Hoping he’d be a rough lover, just as she liked it, she steadied herself at the door. Keary positioned his cock at her sex and rubbed the head in her flowing cream. Zacari closed her eyes moaning. She couldn’t wait until he pushed in. Having to stretch her mouth wide to take him in, she knew he’d force her pussy to expand around his girth.

  The domical head parted her folds and pierced her entrance. Zacari shuddered. At first she tensed, but then Keary stroked her ass. “Easy, baby. Relax for me.”

  Zacari reached down between her legs and felt for his cock. She let the smooth surface glide over her fingers as Keary pushed into her. Moaning, she willed her muscles to loosen. “You’re so big, Keary, so long. I want all of it. Push it in. Feels so good.”

  Her lover began a slow grind, arching his hips with each thrust. Zacari shoved back and gasped at how much he stretched her, how full she felt. They increased the pace until he slammed into her pussy. She had to put both hands back on the door to keep from flying forward.

  “You like it hard, Zacari?” he demanded.

  “Yes! Harder, please!”

  His fingers dug into her hips, and he pounded deep. His control was so excellent that he didn’t bang into her cervix or hurt her too much. The smallest pain coupled with unadulterated bliss made her bite back a scream. Another orgasm pulsed through her system. She leaned on an elbow and twisted back to see him. Keary’s intense expression showed how much he enjoyed every plunge. He caught her watching him smacked her ass. She whimpered, but he soothed away the sting.

  Their gazes locked. Keary slowed his pace and squeezed her hip. When he laid down over her, he cupped one of her breasts and captured her lips in a kiss. With their tongues curling together and them hungrily tasting each other, Zacari whimpered through another orgasm. Keary tensed with his second release.

  Both trying to catch their breath, they settled together with Zacari in Keary’s arms. For those brief moments, Zacari forgot what happened earlier, and she’d had the best sex of her life.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Keary yawned. She giggled knowing men liked to fall asleep after they’d been satisfied.

  “For what?”

  She lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed the back of it. “For making me forget and showing me a good time.”

  Chapter Two

  Zacari woke up on the couch in her living room. For a minute she couldn’t remember why the heck she was out here, but then it all came flooding back. Her jerk of an ex had cheated in her bed. She hadn’t even been in there since she discovered it.

  As she sat up, her head began to spin. She winced and sucked in a couple of deep breaths. If she’d had the good sense to have dinner last night before drinking, she wouldn’t be this sick. Swinging her feet over the edge of the couch, she recalled something else. Keary.

  The back of Zacari’s hand flew to her mouth. “Oh goodness, I can’t believe I did that. I seduced my boss’s son.” She so did not need to drink—ever again.

  On the other hand, it had been good, really good. The fact that she was sore between her legs was a testament to that. She remembered asking her boyfriend to give it to her rough like Keary did, but he’d been too weak or disinterested. But Keary? Oh man, she could not regret the decision to seduce that boy. He was hot as hell.