“That depends.” She smiles, her eyes wondering to the entrance. ”If you can keep the good behavior going, because here comes a huge test.”
“Bryer, dear,” a voice calls out and I feel her tense.
“Hello, Walter. I’d like to introduce my friend, Nathan James. Nathan, this is Walter Atkins, one of my clients. We worked together today.”
Walter leans in to kiss her cheek. She takes a sharp breath at his forwardness as I slide my arm around her waist and pull her in. He’s either a brave man or fucking stupid.
“Nathan,” Walter says, holding his hand out for me to shake. I just stare at it. I’d rather punch him in the face. Apparently my politeness has the shelf life.
Bryer looks at me, questioning my hesitance.
“The boyfriend,” I clarify and finally reach out to shake his hand.
“Bryer, there are plenty of festivities if you’re up to it,” he says. “Save a dance for me.” And with that, he walks away.
“Like hell,” I whisper.
“What was that?” She smiles, knowing exactly what I said.
“Let’s find the band.”
“You dance? You
are
every woman’s dream.” She looks up at me with a sexy smile, and it sends electricity straight to my cock. I need some alone time, or get-to-hold-her-close time.
“Follow me.”
I take her by the hand and head towards the music. Jazz plays, and I’m thankful it’s a slow song for obvious reasons. I twirl her around under my arm the minute we reach the dance floor, and I’m rewarded with the most beautiful smile and a giggle that lights up my heart.
Oh, fuck. This woman could really hurt me.
I pull her close and sway in perfect steps, gently leading her. I hold her tight in my arms.
“Boyfriend, huh?” she says.
“I was making a point.”
“And what point is that?”
I lean into her and whisper, “That you’re mine.” I feel her shiver.
“Promises, promises.” She shakes her head.
“Never underestimate me. There’s nothing stopping me from throwing you over my shoulder and taking you to bed.”
“That would certainly teach me not to mouth off,” she says with so much sass I want to do just that.
Before the first song ends, I see Walter approaching. He’s persistent. So I take the time to claim what’s mine. I slow to a gentle sway and take her face in my hands, pulling her mouth to mine for a full-on caveman style kiss. All thoughts of Walter flee from my mind. What’s left is just her. That sexy mouth, our tongues playing, our breath quickening, and our hearts pounding. I would fight like an animal to keep her.
I’m not even close to showing this woman how much I want her.
“We made our appearance, we shook hands, and talked business. I think it’s time to go to our room.” I lick her neck, taking in her sweet taste and the scent of flowers. “Lavender?”
“Yes.”
“It’s sweet, and sexy.” I nip her neck.
“Let’s get out of here,” she says, staring into my eyes.
I lift her hand to my mouth and kiss her palm, sliding my tongue over it.
“You’re exceeding the speed limit with that move,” she whispers.
“Too fast?”
“Never.”
With no Walter in sight, we make it back to the room in record time. I allow her to walk in first. Turning, she reaches up to kiss me and I collide with her full force. I want her.
“Wait,” I say, now feeling anxious and almost shy. Fuck, I’m going to have to turn in my man card. “I have something for you.”
She looks surprised, and I love all those sexy blond curls falling down her back.
“You do?”
I nod to where a beautiful, elongated box sits. It’s wrapped in baby pink paper and tied with a pink ribbon. A single white rose sits on the lid.
She gasps like a little girl and I feel like I hit a home run.. “It’s beautiful, Nathan.”
“You haven’t even opened it yet.” I laugh, my smile growing bigger every second.
She looks up at me and there’s a question in her eyes.
“I want to make this memorable. Open it, baby.”
“Such a charmer.”
We both sit on the couch. She picks the gift up, takes the rose off, and brings it to her face to inhale the fragrance. She sighs then gently tears the paper away from the long blue velvet box and slowly opens it. Her lips part and she takes in a breath.
“Oh my God! Nathan, I love it!” Bryer pulls out the fragile white gold necklace with a small crystal heart on the end. “Did you know my mother collected crystals? How could you possibly know?” She looks at me with tears in her eyes.
“I didn’t know, baby. I just followed my heart. Let me put it on for you.”
Her reaction brings me joy, pure fucking joy.
“I’m a guy. Since when do we get it right the first time?”
She lifts her hair and turns while I do the honors. “This is amazing! Thank you so much.” She gushes and turns to kiss me quickly before running to the closest mirror to admire it. I smile as I watch her.
“You shouldn’t have,” she whispers.
“I want you to remember our time away together.”
If she only knew how long I’ve had a thing for her. Quite honestly I didn’t know if I could do the relationship thing. Now look at me, in a hotel room alone with this goddess and she’s all mine.
She slowly walks towards me. “Now, are you going to have your way with me?”
“I want to worship you.”
“Would you like to see me in just the necklace?” She raises one eyebrow.
“You have to ask?” My dick twitches, answering for me. “Turn around and allow me.”
With the lightest of touches, I slide two fingers down each arm, making her moan. Taking her hair, I place it over her left shoulder and press my lips to her neck, kissing the chain of the necklace I just gave her.
I start to unzip her dress, taking my time. The sound alone is so sexy, and when her black bra appears I hold my breath. I reach for her shoulders and gently push the straps off so the dress falls to the floor.
She turns in my arms and her beauty takes my breath away. “Sweet Mother of God,” I pant. “You really don’t know how beautiful you are, do you?” I gaze into her eyes.
She nods in shy agreement as she looks up at me.
“The things you say, the things you do, make me feel beautiful. No other man has ever made me feel this way.”
Thank fuck.
The see-through black bra and matching panties alone are enough to lose my control. I take two steps back and admire this angel. “Take it off for me baby. Slowly.”
Her eyes meet mine, and after a moment she lowers her bra straps and reaches behind to undo the clasp. It falls away. Those gorgeous tits tumble free and I admire her with lustful eyes, barely managing to control myself.
“I’ve never really lived until this moment.” I’ve gone mad for this woman.
“Why now?”
“Because it was never enough.” I soak her in, from her blonde waves to her sexy fuck-me shoes. “Until now.”
I start to unbutton my shirt, never taking my eyes off her as she slowly slides her panties off and kicks them aside. She stands in front of me in just her fuck-me heels and her necklace.
“Jesus, this must be heaven.” As fast as humanly possible I’m naked and pressed up against her. My hands bury in her hair as I look into her eyes. “Fuck,” is all I can say when I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I kiss her roughly. I can’t stop the hunger I feel.
I could take her right now, but I want her to want me just as much. I press her against the wall and reach down to circle her clit.
“You’re so wet,” I pant out.
Her head flies back, leaving her neck open for me to devour.
“I need you. I want to feel you inside me,” she moans. After I insert one finger, she starts to whimper.
“I want to hear you call my name when I’m fucking you hard, Bryer.”
I kiss her passionately and our tongues play until our breath runs out.
“Condom,” I get out in between breaths.
She nods, and I reach into the drawer and watch as she quickly puts it on me.
“Holy fuck. That’s sexy as hell,” I growl. “Do you want me? You want me hard against the wall?”
“Yes.” Her sexy voice is deeper, and I guide myself inside.
“Bryer, Jesus, you feel so incredible,” I groan as inch by inch I slide in. Once she’s adjusted, I start to pick up speed until I’m pounding into her.
“Nathan, my heels,” she pants.
“Leave them on.”
We both smile at each other.
“You’re so bad, but you’re so good at it.” She pants out.
I continue to pound into her until I’m so close I can’t breathe. Slick motion creates a fire that burns every cell in my body.
“Have your way with me,” she says with humor, urging me on. “Harder, Nathan. I’m close.”
“Damn, woman.”
I reposition my footing and slam into her full force.
“Oh God, Nathan. You’re so deep. It feels so good. Don’t stop!” she cries out.
And I don’t. I can’t.
This pace continues till her breath quickens and the moans grow louder. Her nails dig into my back.
“Yes, just like that.”
I give her everything I have. I’m holding on by a thread when I feel her explode.
“Nathan, yes. Oh. God. Yes!”
She squeezes me from within, which heightens my euphoria, and I shoot into her sweet pussy. My loud moan surprises me. “Bryer, Jesus, baby.” I call her name between ragged breaths.
After I slow my pace, we collapse on the bed. I’m on top of her, supporting my weight, kissing her shoulder and nipping it at the same time.
“You’re very good at this,” she says when our eyes meet. “You could make a lot of money at it.” She laughs.
“Mercy.” I slap her ass in retaliation while rolling off of her. “What can I say? I have range.” I tickle her sides and she screams and cries out for me to stop. The sound is loveable. Shit, I’m taking these feelings to a whole new level.
Once we’re both under the covers, I pull her body close to mine, and I’m surprised how well we fit together. We blend in so many ways, ways I never imagined.
Is Bryer thinking about my past? How many women I’ve fucked? I’m not a fool. She knows my reputation. But this is a far cry from anything I’ve ever experienced. I know this isn’t the time to have that discussion.
***
I WAKE TO SUNLIGHT
seeping in the room. A small crack allows a stream of light to pierce my eyes.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Bryer reached for me and we made love again and again until we both collapsed from exhaustion. The memory makes me grin, but a small voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Morning,” Bryer says sweetly.
“Top of the morning to ya babe.” I roll on top of her.
“You had another nightmare last night. Do you remember?”
Fuck. That’s not what I wanted to hear. “No.”
“It wasn’t as intense as the night before, but I couldn’t wake you. You just rolled over and went back to sleep.”
“Jesus. I have no explanation. Did I worry you?”
“Worry? That’s not the point. Why is the question. I just want you to get some answers so you’re free of this.”
“I know.”
“Have you ever thought about talking to someone?”
“Not really. Clayton knows. I never thought of it as a problem because I didn’t realize it was happening so often. I don’t usually have overnight guests.” I say this a little harsher than I mean to. Hell. “Babe, I don’t have any answers.”
Thankfully she drops it for now and we head to the shower together. We wash each other and the intimacy is comforting. In fact, it pulls me in more. We dress and pack, knowing we have a flight to catch. I’ve never liked Sundays, and knowing we’ll be going back to our separate homes makes me hate this Sunday even more.
After a flight delay, two hours later we’re in my car heading back to her place. She’s quiet.
“You good, baby? I ask.
“I am.” She looks me in the eyes and I believe her.
“You know, my Uncle Mac used to say, ‘Life is difficult, but when you’re willing to hold on, despite the problems and uncertainties, it’ll all be worth it in the end.” My heart tugs when I think about him. I always appreciated his stolen quotes.
“Beautiful, Nathan. I like him already.”
Arriving at her place, I pause remembering the weekend, this feels more than casual and that scares the fuck out of me.
“Let me walk you up.”
I reach for her suitcase and come around to open her door. I like that she waits for me. Desperately, I want to care for her in these simple ways.
“Thank you, sir.” Her smile can bring me to my knees.
I reach for her hand to help her out, and then close the door.
After I drop her bag next to the car, my mouth comes down on hers. Hard. I grab a handful of her hair and gently wrap it around my hand, giving me even more access and control. She whimpers, giving me what I want, what I need. I reach for her necklace and roll it between my two fingers, knowing it will touch her every second. And that makes me feel so close to her. I walk her to the door.
“I had a wonderful time, Bryer.” I tell her, while my lips are almost touching hers. I feel her breath quicken.
“Nathan, you made it memorable.”
“I’ll call you soon, baby. I’ll miss you.”
Now the real world hits me full force.
I plant one last kiss on those sweet lips, then turn to leave before I lose myself in her.
“Me too,” she says as I walk away.
AS I HIT THE
highway, I hear the song
Mr. Know It All
coming from my cell. It’s Clayton. He would smash my phone if he heard the chick song I’ve given him for his ringtone, but it fit so well I couldn’t resist.
“Hey man.”
“How was the trip?” he asks.
“I just dropped Bryer off and I’m heading home. What’s up?”
“I was going to pick up pizza and beer. Head over to your place to watch the game,” Clayton tells me.
“That’s cool. Say in an hour?”
“That works. See ya then.”
I pull into the garage and gather my things. A shower washes the travel off me. As soon as I’m dressed, Clayton bangs with his foot on my front door.