Wet and Wilde by Tawny Taylor Read Free Book Online Page B

reached for the closest bouquet.
    To my Love, Josh .
    Okay, so he wasn’t much for words. He was more a body language type of guy, not that she’d ever complain. Although the word love was nice.
    The dozen or so vases of flowers said all she needed to know: he’d be back.
    That night, she masturbated with even steamier fantasies of Josh. The rest of the week passed with no further contact from him, but she didn’t mind. She went to work and spent her nights at home as always. But now, unlike before, she had something to look forward to.
    Friday swim class.
    Of all things!
    That day, Diana met her after work and they drove to class together, just as they had last week. She was more nervous than she remembered being before. She was having a hard time hiding it from her intuitive friend.
    “What’s your problem today?” Diana asked as she sat in the locker room watching Jane deliberate over which bathing suit to wear. It was a toss-up between a hot pink number with higher cut legs or a conservative two-piece that showed just a slice of her stomach. “Are you a basket case because of the swimming or because of the man teaching the class?”
    “Both.”
    “What happened last week? You never did tell me, and that plain pisses me off.” Diane gripped Jane’s wrist. “If you fucked him, I want to hear every last detail.”
    “I’m not going to tell you a thing.” She felt her cheeks flaming.
    “You did!” Diana jumped to her feet and pinned Jane to the lockers with two hands on her shoulders. “You little… Tell me.”
    “Nope. I’m not kissin’ and tellin’. What I did or didn’t do with Josh is my business.”
    “I hate you.” She grinned as she spoke and squeezed Jane’s shoulders. “Good for you. I hope it was incredible.”
    “It was.” The words slipped out before she could stop them. Damn it!
    Diana gave her a smack in the gut. “I knew it! You aren’t the little Miss Goody Two-Shoes you’ve led me to believe all these years, are you?” She plopped back down and yanked on Jane’s wrist. “Fess up. I need to know. What happened?”
    Jane tried to pull her arm free, but her friend had a grip like an anaconda. “We ate dinner and kissed in the restaurant parking lot. One thing led to another, and he came back to my place—”
    “And you had wild monkey sex!” Diana finished for her, clapping her hands in approval.
    “We made love,” Jane corrected. Although she had to admit to herself it was as close to wild sex as she’d ever experienced.
    “Bullshit.” Diana dropped her jeans, slid off her thong and pulled up her bikini bottoms. “You don’t know the man. It was beautiful, earth-shattering, exhausting, walk-like-you’d-been-riding-a-horse-for-a-week sex.” She pulled off her shirt and unhooked her bra.
    Jane diverted her gaze, catching her reflection in the huge mirror on the other side of the room. “It felt like much more. And then he sent me flowers.”
    “Oh. That’s very gentlemanly.”
    “You don’t understand. He sent me dozens of bouquets. My entire living room is full. One thing has me curious, though.” She hazarded a glance at Diana. She was dressed—well, as dressed as a woman can be wearing three scraps of fabric. “The man drives a Jag—”
    “He does?” Diana’s eyes registered dollar signs, and Jane stifled a giggle.
    “Yes. At least, I’m assuming it was his car. He had the keys. I suppose he could have borrowed it. Don’t you know what he drives? You know him better than I do.”
    “I used to know him better than you do. I can’t say that anymore. I’ve never seen him drive. He must have money, maybe even a chauffeur.”
    “That’s what I’m thinking. But the man teaches swim classes at the Community Center. How much money could he be making?”
    Diana shrugged and walked to the mirror, primping. “Maybe he’s a rich guy living as a regular guy so he can find a wife who will love him for who he is—”
    Jane shook her head. “You’ve