Free SwitchMeUp by Cristal Ryder Page A

much effort. He smiled at her and
turned around to poke the fire. Images of them screwing on the couch ran
through his mind. He was ready.
    She’d been sending huge fuck-me vibes all evening and he’d
received them loud and clear. His antenna wasn’t that rusty. Part of him was
leery heading down that path, and it warred with the other part who wanted to
get her in the sack asap. It’d been way too long since he last had sex. He’d
almost learned to live without it. After his volatile divorce years ago he
avoided emotional entanglement at all cost. It wasn’t easy to find a sex
partner without them wanting more. So he’d had a couple one-night stands, done
without or jacked off when he needed to.
    John had prodded him to go on the dating site, and to shut
him up he did. Where he met Clare. He’d restricted his preferences, not wanting
to attract a freak show, but something told him the settings might have gone
askew. She was just a little too wild for what he indicated would be his
perfect match. Their two coffee dates had been tame enough so he’d ventured to
dinner. It was as if a different woman sat in front of him. Clare’s deep,
sultry looks, the way she wet her lips and her body language screamed sex. He
was a little surprised at her blatant behavior tonight. A total opposite to the
woman he’d had coffee with and her almost demure profile on the dating site.
But he wasn’t about to blow an opportunity for sex. After all, didn’t things
happen for a reason? Now here he was with this siren vixen and a hard dick.
    Satisfied the fire was burning at its optimum, Steve sat on
the other end of the couch. He hooked his ankle over the opposite knee, trying
to conceal his building erection, and succeeded in creating greater pressure on
his already tight groin.
    They talked about nothing in particular. The age of the
house, why he lived in the country, what she did. General small talk without
delving too deep into each other’s lives. She gazed around the room. He knew
she was allowing him the opportunity to give her the once-over. Yet the whole
time he got the distinct impression she was laying a net for him, a trap. One
he thought he just might want to get caught in.
    He liked how she fit in the corner of the couch. One elbow
rested on the arm of the sofa and the other in her lap, holding her drink. Her
top hugged her torso and the tops of her tits swelled above the low neckline.
Steve gazed at her large breasts like a ravenous babe and imagined the nipples,
big and perfect for sucking on. He nearly groaned out loud and took a drink
instead.
    She glanced at him.
    “This is nice. So very relaxing, I could stay forever.”
    That statement didn’t require any comment in his opinion, so
he didn’t reply, but thought she just might get her wish. For tonight anyway.
Definitely not forever.
    He finished his drink faster than he should have. Her glass
was empty too. She stood and took his from his hand.
    “Mind if I get us another drink?” She walked away without
waiting for his answer. “You stay put, I’ll be right back.”
    He watched her leave, giving himself the opportunity to
check her out from behind. Her heart-shaped ass, clad in black pants, swayed
seductively and sure as shit his dick liked what he was looking at. She
disappeared around the wall into the kitchen. He breathed out a frustrated sigh
and relaxed into the couch.
    Clare came back with full glasses, put them on the table and
curled up in the corner of the couch again. Steve watched her watch the fire.
No, being dark-haired and short, she wasn’t really his type. He much preferred
blondes and redheads who were taller so he didn’t have to bend so much. Being
over six feet posed challenges. Lots of guys liked them small and tiny, little
spinners. Not him. He liked them tall with long legs.
    “Do you go online often looking for dates?”
    The question startled him. “No, I don’t.”
    “Oh, so I’m your first?”
    Shit, that made him sound