“Sexy, come back to my room and let me show you just how fucking good I can make you feel.” I had never seen such lust on a woman’s face.
She smiled up at me and tugged lightly on my hair, sending a shot right down to my attention wanting cock. “God, yes.”
That’s all she needed to say. I didn’t even tell anyone we were leaving. I grabbed her hand and led her outside. We got into a cab and headed back to the hotel. When we got into my room, I knew she was trashed. She stumbled more than once, but I also knew that whether she was trashed or sober, this would be happening. The sexual tension was swirling around us all day. There was no slow and sweet. We both rushed to get each other’s clothes off. When she was down to just her bra and panties, I swear the air was sucked out of my lungs. I had never seen such a beautiful woman. Her skin was flawless, which was something new for me. I usually gravitated toward women with tattoos. She took me in with just as much wonder, seeming to memorize every part of my body from my muscles to my tattoos.
I swept the hair back off her face and turned her head up at me. “London, are you sure you want to do this?” I glanced behind me for a second, because those words had never left my mouth before. I don’t usually give a shit. I usually just want to get off, but for some reason I wanted to make sure she wanted this as much as I did. I’m still confused by it all.
“Yes, I’ve never wanted something so much in my life,” she whispered before moving to the bed and lying down. I climbed on top of her and we kissed for the first time. I’ve kissed my fair share of women, but kissing her was something different, something almost meaningful. I don’t know how to describe it. It was just something that made my heart pound in my chest. She tasted sweet and it was becoming addictive. She was the one who broke the kiss and pulled off her bra and panties, smiling up at me. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone, Blake, and I can’t wait any longer.”
“How long?” I asked as I kissed my way to her unbelievably perfect tits. I mean, seriously, if these were her real tits then I’d just discovered perfection. Her hardened nipples were calling me and I tweaked them both, causing her to moan and thrust her pussy against me. “London, how long has it been?”
She snapped her head up to me and stared, appearing hurt. “Just a while. Please, Blake, I can’t take it much longer.”
I’m not about to make her beg, not when we both wanted this so badly. I ran my hand down to her pussy, and when I made contact, she actually screamed in relief. This woman was so fucking ready, she was dripping, literally dripping wet. I pushed a finger inside her, and she fisted the blanket in her hands, arching off the bed. I added another finger, evoking the same response from her, and I realized just how tight she was.
“Holy shit, London, you are tight.” I think it’d been a hell of a lot longer than “a while” for this beautiful woman. I only pumped my fingers a few times and she came all over them, screaming out her orgasm. I couldn’t wait any longer. I kicked off my boxers and grabbed the condom I put on the nightstand. I rolled it on, all while she was still coming down from her orgasm. I placed my cock at her entrance and pushed forward gently. “London, you with me, sexy?”
She opened her eyes and again I felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me. Her eyes were full of heat and vulnerability. “I’m with you.”
I slowly pushed forward a bit, but not pushing fully in, just letting her know I was right there. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Never in my life have I been this turned on or attracted to someone. I’m not good with words, London, but I can show you everything I’m feeling with my body, all right?” She nodded her head. “You let me know if I’m hurting you, because you are tight, sexy, and I don’t want this to hurt.” She nodded again, and with my hands placed on either side of her head, I began to push inside of her. She tossed her head back and reached up to hold onto my arms, digging her nails in. “Am I hurting you?”
She looked up at me, biting her lip. “Yes, but not how you think. Please keep going.”
What the fuck does that even mean? I don’t want to hurt her. “London, I don’t want to hurt you.”
She shook her head. “You’re not, I promise.”
I pushed in a bit more and she dug her nails in deeper. “You are so fucking tight, it’s going to hurt.”
She let go of my arms and held onto my hair, keeping my face trained on hers. “I want to feel the pain, Blake, please. I need to feel it. I need to feel alive.”
I nodded my head and decided to just push all the way in, giving her the pain she seemed to be seeking. I thrust my hips forward and slammed into her. She screamed out, and I wasn’t sure if it was in pain or pleasure. I was sure she’d never been with a guy with his cock pierced, or maybe she had, I had no fucking idea. We didn’t know anything about each other, other than she’s an author, and I’m a model. I gave her a few minutes to get used to me being inside her. We kissed and I once again had her sweet taste in my mouth. I slowly started to move and she began to move with me. Before I knew it, it went from slow to frantic. We were both sweating and moaning, and I was so fucking close to coming. She went back to digging her nails into my arms and I fondled her tits. I felt her already tight pussy clench around me and I reached down to rub her clit. Once I did, she exploded around me, screaming out how good it felt. I slammed into her a few more times before I found my release and grunted out her name.
We both lay there sweating and breathing heavily for what felt like hours. I finally lifted my head and kissed her gently. “Holy fuck, that was amazing.”
She giggled and smiled at me. “Best I’ve ever had. I’ll be dreaming about that for a lifetime.” I grinned at her and my heart once again picked up its pace. “Did I hurt you? I think I dug my nails into your arms pretty hard.”
I chuckled and kissed her lips again. “It only turned me on more, sexy.” We lay there for a few more minutes, her wrapped in my arms, when I decided I needed to get rid of the condom. “I’ll be right back.” I made my way to the bathroom, threw away the condom, and grabbed a washcloth for her. When I returned, she had rolled over and was snoring. I smiled, put the washcloth down on the nightstand, and climbed into bed. I moved close to her and wrapped my arm around her waist. It was so damn comfortable having her next to me, I was asleep in minutes.
***
After last night, I am blown away with her surprise disappearing act. I guess she really only wanted to fuck because she was drunk. That kind of sucks because I really like her, but fuck that, I’m Blake Foster, and no woman is going to make me sit around waiting.
After I shower and pack up, I text Jax to see what time we’re leaving. He tells me that we need to head out in about an hour, so I decide to go to London’s room. I just can’t get her off my mind, and I want to make sure she’s all right with everything that happened last night. I walk down the hall, and when I see her door open, I walk in. The cleaning lady is in there.
“Can I help you?” she asks.
I look at her and frown. “Where’s the woman that was staying in here?”
She continues to make the bed but answers me while pulling the covers up. “I’m not sure, sir, but if I’m here, she’s not. I got my cleaning orders early this morning and this room was on it. I assume she checked out very early. You could ask the front desk to be sure.”
I can’t believe she would just up and leave like that. It’s such a me move. No wonder women are always pissed at me. This isn’t a good feeling.
“Umm, thanks.” I don’t know what else to say. I decide to grab my bag from my room and head down to get something to eat.
I’ve just gotten my first cup of coffee when Jax and Kallie plop down at my table. “Morning,” Jax says.
I smile up at him. “Morning, brother.” Kallie looks at me and I wink at her.
For most of breakfast we just talk about the signing and being in New York. None of us bring up London. I think this is a good thing, and they probably didn’t even r
ealize we left together, so I’m probably safe.
“Ugh, I can’t fucking take it. Blake, did you sleep with London last night?”
I stare at Kallie with wide eyes and turn to Jax. He just lifts his shoulders, pretty much saying I’m on my own. I’m not about to let her or anyone know that London got under my skin, that’s for damn sure.
“We had a fun night and she left this morning. End of story.”
She shakes her head and stares me down. “It’s not the end of the story. Where is she this morning? Avoiding you, the situation? You’ll never learn, Blake, not until you lose your modeling career.”
I love Kallie, I do. It took me time to get to that point, but I now consider her like a sister…a pain in the ass sister. “You worry enough for all of us, Kallie, so I know I’m good.” I chuckle and take a sip of my coffee.
“You’re an asshole and you probably lost any future covers you could have had.”
I lift my shoulders because I know she’s right. I knew last night it was a possibility, but I wouldn’t have changed it. London ran this morning, but last night she wanted to feel everything and she did. We both did. “I’m sure she’ll still use you as a photog, Kallie, don’t worry.”
She drops her fork on her plate, making it echo through the restaurant. “You think that’s what this is about? That I’m worried about losing a potential author to work with or losing money? You really are a fucking idiot. I’m worried about how you make these women feel. You sleep with them, leave them, and move on. You don’t get to know any of them for more than a night and not to mention that I really like her. She’s not going to be friends with me when she’s trying to avoid you.”
I’m not about to let anyone know she’s the one who walked out on me. They all think I’m the asshole anyway, so they can just keep on thinking it. “It will be fine. We had a good night. She’s not like that. I’ll call her when we get home, if that makes you feel better.”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
We leave New York, and I feel like a piece of me left with London. I fucking hate it because I feel like Jax, and that’s something I don’t want. I know it will all go back to normal when we get home. I just need to take the advice I kept giving Jax. I’ll fuck her out of my system if I need to.
Chapter One
London
“I want to feel the pain, Blake, please.” I snap my eyes open and hit the alarm clock. I blow out a breath, looking up at the ceiling. It’s been two months since the signing in New York, and almost every night since, I’ve had this reoccurring dream about having sex with Blake. It is so vivid, so real, that a few times when I woke up, my panties were wet. The thing is, I don’t remember anything from that night after dancing at the last club, so I don’t know what to think of the dreams. I have no idea if we had wild sex, how long it lasted, or even if I enjoyed it, and I probably never will, but there is no doubt that in my dreams that is exactly how it is.
Not only that, but since that night, I can’t seem to suppress my feelings like I used to. When I left Axel, I pushed everything down and left it there. I didn’t deal with the shit that had happened, and I’ve been avoiding feeling anything since. Now I find myself getting angry and even crying. I never cry. I think my head is so fucked up with what happened, and it must be how I’m trying to cope.
My alarm goes off again and I groan, smacking it off. I throw off the covers and jump in the shower to start my day. Once I’m ready, I head to the restaurant. I’m no longer a waitress, now I manage the place. I’m lucky because I’ve arranged to have my schedule so I work Monday through Friday, having the weekends off.
When I pull into the parking lot, my phone rings. I grab it out of my purse and smile when I see it’s my friend Shannon. “Hey, how are you?” I met Shannon in college and we’ve been friends ever since. She graduated the year before me and moved to Arizona, so she wasn’t around when everything happened with Axel. She was one of the first people I called when I got to California. She wanted me to move in with her and it was tempting, but I was so scared when I left, I didn’t want anyone else to get involved. She’s been checking on me daily since, to make sure I’m doing all right.
“Hey. I know you’re probably just getting to work, but I’ve got some news.”
I smile because she knows my schedule as well as I do. “Well, don’t keep me waiting, what’s the news?” I sip my coffee, looking at the restaurant while she laughs.
“I’m coming out. I’ll be there Friday night.”
I can’t help but scream. I’m so excited. I haven’t seen her in over a year. “Holy shit, you just made my week. I can’t wait to see you.” This is just what I need right now, to spend time with my girl. She knows what happened, and I’m sure that’s part of the reason for her visit, but hell, I’m grateful either way.
“I figured we could both use some girl time.”
I look at the clock and get out of my car when I realize how late it’s getting. “You know me too well. Listen, I need to get in there, but I’ll call you tonight and we’ll go over everything. Seriously, I can’t wait for Friday.” She agrees and we say our goodbyes. As I make my way into work, I hope this week flies by.
Luckily for me, the week does go quickly. It’s Thursday night and I’m sitting at my desk writing with a glass of wine. I took tomorrow off work so I would be home when Shannon gets here. Since this is my Friday, I’m taking full advantage. I am halfway done with this book and in the middle of a very intense sex scene, hence the wine. These characters are kicking my ass; as with all of them, they never do what I think they should. They pull me in a million different directions, making me need this wine. When I write, I go into my own world, a world that my characters live in. I picture everything so clearly in my head it’s like watching a movie. When I don’t see it playing out in my head that way, I need to step away, because forcing a story is something I’ll never do.
I continue to write for a few hours, and before I know it, it’s almost one in the morning. I rub my eyes and stretch before saving my work and shutting down the computer. I finish off the last sip of wine before getting up to put the glass in the sink. I head into my bedroom and climb into bed. I’ve had my pajamas on since I started writing, as I normally do. I like to be comfortable. Once I’m settled in bed, I smile, loving how much I got written tonight. This book will be done before I know it. Just as fast as the smile found its way to my face, it fades. Usually I am elated about working on my covers, but this time I’m nervous. I am working with Kallie, and I have no idea what she knows about the night in New York. I don’t want her to ask me and not even be able to give her answers. It’s humiliating.
I’ll be honest, Blake did try to call me when I first got back and I let voicemail get it. He never left a message, but he did finally text me a week later. Like a damn stalker, I still have it saved.
Tried to call you. Wanted to make sure we’re still cool after everything that happened.
Once again, for a week, I ignored it, but I read it probably a thousand times. I keep thinking, what does this mean? Were we cool before we slept together? I guess we were. Is this his way of saying, thanks but no thanks? Why would he try to contact me? Did Kallie tell him to do it? Did he do it because he feels bad? Every time I read it, I think something different, so in a drunken moment, I finally texted back.
Cool as a cucumber.
That’s right, that’s what I wrote back. Ugh! What kind of fucking idiot am I? Who writes that to a sexy model? Who writes that at all? Oh, that’s right, I do. I couldn’t even handle the idea of what he would write back, so I changed my number. Yes, I am that pathetic. Anyway, last month Kallie inboxed me on Facebook and asked me if I wanted to meet up for a few drinks. I was much too scared to ask if Blake would be there, so I declined but I gave her my new number, and we talked a few brief times about her doing a custom shoot for me. I was originally going to use Blake again for this cover, but I can’t do it…not now. So I figured if I just used Ivy and h
ad the male model with his back to me, it could still work.
I must sound like the most overdramatic woman ever and I probably am, but after being terrified of Axel, I feel better hiding. It’s what I’m used to. So even though I feel like an asshole, it’s my way. Now however, I will need to see Kallie, and I’m not sure I can handle that. I blow out a breath and look over at my nightstand. I don’t smoke…well, not every day, but when I am beyond stressed, I grab one of these stale cigarettes that I hide in there, and let it soothe me. I lean over and open the drawer, digging to the back to find the pack and a lighter. I haven’t had one since the first night I got back from New York, so I know I’m stressed. I pull the pack out and sit up in bed. I reach in again and pull out my ashtray, placing it on the nightstand. I get a cigarette out and light it, taking a deep drag. I immediately start choking on the stale taste. Damn, these taste a lot better when they’re fresh, but fuck it. I lean my head back, and drag after drag, I let the nicotine wash over me and calm me down. When I put it out, I lay down, and within minutes, I am sound asleep.
“Holy fuck, that was amazing.”
“Best I’ve ever had. I’ll be dreaming about that for a lifetime.” I snap my eyes open to a pounding heart. Holy shit, it never changes. I blow out a breath and reach for my cell phone. It’s only nine o’clock, but I know I won’t be able to fall back to sleep, not with that dream still racing through my head. I get out of bed and head to the kitchen to make myself a pot of coffee. Once it starts brewing, I drag my tired ass to the couch and pull up Facebook to interact with my readers for a while.
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