Contingency Plan (3 page)

Brysen Mariano came in his pants because of me. The power I felt at his admission was heady. I hadn’t noticed it before, but he’d changed into jeans while I was sleeping, so I knew he was telling the truth. Not like it was something he’d lie about anyway. “Did I miss the best part while I was passed out? Because I don’t remember having your mouth on me and I’m pretty sure it’s an experience I wouldn’t forget.”

The satisfied smirk he flashed me sent butterflies swirling in my belly. When he dropped my feet onto the couch and shifted until he was braced over me, his mouth an inch from mine, I practically melted into the cushions. “I’m offended you think you’d be able to forget the things I’m going to do to you when I get my mouth on you, but I know I’ll prove you wrong. I got my first taste of your pussy by sucking it off my fingers, and it was so damn good. Just thinking about it gets me harder than I’ve ever been before.” A quick thrust of his hips proved exactly how hard he was and made me drench my panties. “My next taste of you is going to be straight from the source and I’m going to eat your pussy until you’re begging me to stop.”

I lifted my head that last inch, fusing my lips with his. I needed him to stop talking before I did something incredibly stupid, like begged him to show me his oral skills right now. My plan quickly backfired as Brysen took control of the kiss. His hands gripped my jaw and held me in place while his tongue swept inside to tangle with mine. When he lifted his head, I whimpered and tried to pull him back down to my mouth until my brain registered the sound of the flight attendant clearing his throat. The glare Brysen sent his way made me giggle a little this time around when it was irritating a mere six and a half hours earlier. Apparently a mind-blowing orgasm delivered by Brysen Mariano mellowed a girl out.

“The helicopter is ready to go,” the flight attendant informed us.

“Helicopter?”

“What can I say? It’s the fastest way to get to the resort,” Brysen answered sheepishly. “And if I got the timing right, we’ll make one hell of an entrance.”

I felt like Cinderella as he slipped my boots back on my feet and led me off the jet and across the tarmac to the black helicopter waiting for us. The flight attendant followed with our luggage and within minutes, we were back in the air. I’d never flown in a helicopter before and looked out the window in awe as the pilot gave us a running commentary of the landmarks. But the best sight of all was the look on Zachary Wright and his girlfriend Brittany’s face as they stepped out of a Hummer limo and watched me exit the copter. My ex was a pretentious bastard. He was visibly pissed that I’d managed to one-up him, and he hadn’t even caught sight of my date yet.

All my doubts about Brysen’s plan melted away at the surge of triumph I felt. It wasn’t that I wanted Zach back. Brittany was more than welcome to him. It hadn’t taken me long to realize I was better off without him, but I still felt the sting of insecurity whenever I saw them together and remembered how our relationship ended. Catching your boyfriend in his office with his pants around his ankles while getting a blowjob from a twenty-year-old bimbo who couldn’t sell water to a thirsty man in the desert was a hit to the ego no matter how you looked at it. A blindside made worse when he blamed it on me for being a frigid bitch because he had apparently figured out I’d been faking my orgasms on the few occasions we’d had sex. When you added in the fact that we were co-workers, it was devastating. I had to deal with the gossip that followed our break-up while also being stuck seeing the two of them together on a regular basis.

The warmth of Brysen’s hand on the small of my back was comforting. The shocked look of recognition on Zach’s face was even better. But the shivers down my spine from Brysen’s touch were the best. They reminded me that we’d proved Zach wrong. If I were the frigid bitch he’d called me, I wouldn’t have flown apart in Brysen’s arms the way I had. My satisfied smile turned into laughter as I caught Brittany staring at Brysen like she wanted to eat him with a spoon. Oh yes, this weekend was going to be even better than I’d expected.

“I take it that’s the douchebag ex and his blow-up doll of a girlfriend?” Brysen whispered in my ear.

“Mmmhmm.” Too distracted by the feel of his lips on my neck as he nuzzled against me, I couldn’t manage actual words.

“Show time,” he murmured before turning me in his arms and kissing the heck out of me, as if we didn’t have an audience.

I’d never been into public displays of affection, but it didn’t matter. Brysen made me forget everyone but him. I was in a daze as he led me past my ex and into the hotel. I managed to snap out of it by the time we reached the front desk. “Elisa Young to check in please.”

The clerk’s welcoming smile brightened at my name. “Good morning, Ms. Young. I’m Katie. Welcome to Lake Tahoe,” she said as she picked up a keycard envelope from the counter and walked around to our side without even glancing at her computer. “Your suite is ready, if you’ll just follow me.”

“I think you must have me mistaken for someone else. There’s no way my employer booked me a suite.”

“We don’t make mistakes when it comes to bookings for the penthouse, ma’am,” she assured me. “Besides, we were told to expect you to arrive by helicopter and I believe I can hear the sounds of one leaving right now. Yours, I presume?”

“The confusion is my fault, Elisa,” Brysen added. “When I told you I was going to handle the travel arrangements, I meant all of them. Including our room.”

“You changed my reservation?”

“To the best room on the entire property,” the clerk confirmed. “It has a bi-level floor plan with almost fourteen hundred square feet, two bedrooms, two and a half baths, a dining area that seats six, and the best view of the mountain.”

“It sounds lovely.” Because really, what else could I say after that description?

“Not that we’ll need the second bedroom,” Brysen whispered in my ear as we followed her to our suite. “Because there isn’t a chance in hell I’m sleeping without you next to me.”

This weekend wasn’t going at all how I’d pictured when I agreed to Brysen’s plan. I had figured on a few kisses here and there to sell our story, but not orgasms and sharing a bed. And when he told me he’d handle the travel details, I hadn’t expected a private jet, helicopter ride to the resort, and an upgrade to the penthouse suite. I’d never been pampered this way before. It was official: my fake boyfriend far surpassed my real ex-boyfriend—in all things, including his orgasm-giving abilities. A fact I was looking forward to him proving again in the near future.

T
he look of wonder on Elisa’s face as she explored the penthouse was worth every penny. Not that it put a dent in my bank account, but I’d pay anything to see her happiness.

“I placed the information packet for Ms. Young’s retreat and hotel information on the desk. Please let us know if you’d like the fire lit or have any other needs. Is there anything else I can get for you?” Katie inquired.

I opened my mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a yell from another room.

“Holy cow! You could fit an elephant in here!”

I chuckled and tipped Katie before escorting her to the door. “We’re all set for now. Thank you.”

When she was gone, I grabbed our bags and took them to the master bedroom, placing them on the king-sized bed. I pictured Elisa lying there, wrapped in a sheet, looking flushed and well fucked. I shook my head to scatter the image. There would be time for that later. I would make sure of it.

I went searching for my girl and found her reclining in an empty, deep soaker tub situated in front of a large picture window. She was staring out at the view of the snowcapped mountains with tiny little skiers flying down the slopes.

She must have heard my approach because she turned and quickly scrambled from the tub, launching herself into my arms. “This is amazing! Thank you, Brysen. I’ve never been pampered like this.”

I squeezed her close and took her mouth in a deep kiss before whispering, “Get used to it.” Elisa leaned back, her smile becoming a little shy.

“You...um, said something about begging.” She looked away, the most adorable pink flush spreading across her cheeks. “I won’t beg you to stop if you...you know, want to test that theory right now.”

And just like that, I was burning from the inside out, my cock painfully hard. It took everything I had not to haul her to the bed and make good on my promise, but I’d glanced at the itinerary before we arrived and knew there was a company pow-wow scheduled to start soon with a late lunch after. Douchebag may not be any competition, but I wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity to make sure everyone knew Elisa was mine.

There would be free hours for recreation before dinner, and I wanted to take Elisa out on the slopes. I had it all planned. I was going to surprise her with a new outfit. I’d had top of the line ski gear and clothes delivered and I couldn’t wait to see her bundled up like my sexy little snow bunny. I’ll admit, the thought of a short make out session on a ski lift might have crossed my mind as well.

After a few more kisses, I reminded her of her work obligations and enjoyed it when she sighed in disappointment. I silently gloated as I led her back to the bedroom where her surprise waited. I was afraid she would protest, but she squealed with delight and I couldn’t help the pride puffing up my chest. I knew Elisa wasn’t after my money, so her excitement at seeing my present filled me with content happiness.

“Get ready and I’ll meet you in the front room with a drink before we head down.”

She gathered her things and practically danced into the bathroom. Knowing her naked body was just on the other side of that door slowed me down considerably. I changed my clothes, left the bedroom to make us each a martini, and used the opportunity for a quick phone call, arranging for something I hoped to need before we left Monday morning.

Elisa joined me just as I hung up the phone and my tongue fell out of my mouth. Her white, fitted pants and jacket had dark blue piping, accentuating her long, lithe body. They were paired with knee-high, white boots and a hood, both lined with fur. The white, turtleneck sweater underneath molded to all the right places. I knew Jackass would be drooling and for a moment, I considered not letting anyone else see her like that. But I wouldn’t take away her opportunity to shove his stupidity in his face, nor for me to make it very clear she was off limits.

I swirled my finger, silently telling her to spin and show off the whole package. She rolled her eyes, but did as requested, even giving me a little shimmy of her very fine ass.

“You keep shaking that spectacular ass and we’ll never make it out of this room,” I warned. She laughed and stilled her movements, much to my regret. I handed her a drink and we finished them off in silence, enjoying the view, her eyes on the window and mine on her.

“Ready to go?” she asked as she set her glass on the sideboard. I nodded, following her example.

“Wait, one last thing.” I gripped her arm and tugged until her chest pressed up against mine. Then I proceeded to kiss the fuck out of her. After I released her, I surveyed the aftereffects, satisfied Zach would clearly see I had no problem getting her hot and bothered. She’d mentioned his asinine comments about her being frigid and I was looking forward to the look on his face when he realized he wasn’t man enough to make her burn.

“Now, we’re ready to go.” I smirked.

I took her hand and we made our way to the third level where there were several conference rooms. I smiled widely when I saw the astonished expression on the little shit’s face. He was decked out in tan slacks and a pale green polo with the collar turned up; his hair neatly parted and waxed into place without a single stray. He looked like he needed the stick removed from his ass and I seriously questioned how Elisa had seen anything in him.

His plastic companion was glaring, her eyes bouncing between Elisa and Zach. I slipped my arm around Elisa’s waist and pulled her in close, softly kissing her temple. She looked up at me, her eyes shining with amusement, and I caved to the urge to kiss her sweet lips.

We found our name cards and I felt Elisa stiffen at the realization we were sharing a table with Thing One and Thing Two. I mentally shrugged. It gave me even more chances to get my hands all over Elisa. I pulled out her chair and ran my fingers through her loose tresses, then took a seat. I rested my arm across the back of her chair, continuing to toy with the silky strands.

For the most part, I ignored the duo seated across from us, but when I did get a glimpse of them, I reveled in the sour looks on their faces. Barbie...I mean, Brittany, was doing her best to drape herself all over Zach, and he was trying to extricate himself from her tentacles while attempting to catch Elisa’s eye.

Elisa didn’t seem to notice either of them. She paid attention to the presentation and instinctively melted back into me. I inwardly smiled. She was already getting used to my presence and feeling safe enough with me to let down her guard. I’d made no bones about wanting her while still reigning in my actions, afraid of  overwhelming her, but her relaxed state and forward comments from earlier made me decide it was time to up my game.

Going forward, I wasn’t going to be so subtle about how much I adored her and my determination to spend the rest of my life with her. Before we left this resort, she would have no doubt about our future either.

Lunch finally concluded and we bundled up to enjoy the crisp winter air. Elisa had only skied a few times in her life and I was looking forward to helping her improve. I intended to take a very hands-on approach.

She chattered excitedly while we waited for our turn on the lift. Once we were securely in the glass enclosure, I dragged her into my arms.

“I’ve been waiting all day to do this,” I growled before sealing my mouth over hers.

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ur kisses quickly got hot and heavy, enough to steam up the bubble surrounding us. The lift had turned into a swinging cocoon of privacy where all my inhibitions flew out the fogged window. It felt like we were floating over the mountain in our own little world—a place where the only thing frigid was the weather outside. Brysen had the power to make me melt into a puddle with the smallest of touches.