Built For Me (The Middleton Hotels Series Book 1)

by C. M. Steele

  “Fuck, Jacob. I’m coming,” she shouted, her hands tugging on her breasts. I didn’t take off my pants as I laid her down on the floor. I just pulled my zipper down and dropped my pants to my knees. I leaned down on one hand and thrust myself into her. The overwhelming satisfying feeling of being deep in her womb set me off. I wasn’t going to last.

  My mouth placed kisses down the slender column of her throat and worked down to the cleavage, my hand teasing her nipple while I sucked on her breast. She gave me staccato moans that told me she was ready to go. “Can you give me one more, Harley? I’m about to come.”

  “Come, Jacob. Please come inside me,” she begged and I came. The second my cum splashed against her walls I felt them contract, squeezing me hard. Her body gave in, coming with me. “I’m coming,” she shouted this time so loud, I thought my ear drums would burst. I fell down beside her, completely spent, but I managed to pull her into my arms where she belonged.

  Chapter 10

  Jacob

  We got to the hotel to drop off the keys, but we had an extra visitor there waiting for us. “Mr. Middleton, we have a problem,” the local sheriff said. “Mr. Little says that Ms. Miller was violated by you while she was underage.”

  “I don’t give a shit what this pussy has to say. My wife and I were legally married today. I met her three months ago when I came to meet with Mr. Little. I left the next day and came back four days ago on her birthday. That day, I got a license and we got married yesterday. As it happens, my head of security will inform you that on occasion Mr. Little has been creeping around Ms. Miller. Cameras were installed three months ago. From the look on your fucking face, you didn’t know that, did you, Mr. Little? Shall I pull the footage? I haven’t viewed the footage yet, but my man has told me that you often approached my wife in the past.”

  “Umm...”

  “You don’t have to say anything else, Mr. Middleton.” He turned his eyes and angry glare on that stupid fuck who had a death wish and said, “Mr. Little, if you ever call us for anything again, I’ll toss you in jail.”

  He shook his head and started to walk away, but I grabbed Little’s elbow and gave him a serious warning. “Another word of wisdom, Little. If you show up in any of my hotels or come near my wife again, you’ll regret it.” I didn’t give two fucks that the cops were there because this fucker was a pervert after my woman. He had no decency. Yes, she looked older, but he knew she was young long before I met her. I didn’t like that slippery motherfucker from the moment I talked to him on the phone and I was right about him. As soon as they were gone, I walked us to the manager’s office and locked the door. Leaning against it, I gave my bride a wink.

  “I’ve thought about doing you in here for days.”

  “We have a flight to catch, sir,” she reminded, crossing her arms, which only pushed her tits higher. My eyes moved straight to them, so she was quick to notice and moved her hands to her sides.

  “Having you here is inevitable. Do you want to waste time debating or do you want your pussy on my face?”

  She twisted her mouth and tilted her head in contemplation. She even had the nerve to tap her finger against her lips. I was on her in a second. “Debating, love? That’s not nice, and I’ve got every intention of making it so nice.”

  “Maybe I don’t want nice,” she whispered, pressing her hands firmly against my chest.

  “If you want it rough baby. I’ll give it to you,” I promised, sliding my finger along her jaw down to her chest, lightly grazing each breast. I stepped back and slipped off my jacket, tossing it on the chair. Rolling up my sleeves, I walked back to her and demanded in a hushed voice, “Lean against the desk and spread out wide for me.” She moved to the desk and sat her ass on it, parting her thighs, but that’s not what I wanted. “Turn around, Harley, I’m going to fuck you hard. Brace yourself.” I tugged at my silk tie, smiling to myself for what I had planned. We had fifteen minutes, and I could make her come in five. I pushed the chair out of the way and stood behind her. Lifting the back of her dress, I gave her a smack on her ass. She cried out. “Keep it quiet, sweetheart.” I took my tie and slid the silk across her face over her mouth. Then I covered her eyes with it, tying it tight.

  “Jacob,” she whispered. “What are you going to do to me?”

  “Relax or I’m going to move the tie to your mouth.” I lowered myself down between her thighs and slid her panties off and into my pocket. Parting her legs, I pressed my face to her pussy, kissing her wet lips and eliciting a deep moan from her as her legs shook. I wanted us to come together, so I kissed my way up her body and unbuckled my pants. Pulling out my cock and lining it up at her wet pussy, I pushed inside, claiming what’s mine again. We both groaned at the same time, releasing a breath as I leaned over her back.

  I didn’t stay that way for more than a moment. I grabbed onto her hips and drove forward. She grunted as I filled her. “More?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she answered. I did it again and again, thrusting rough into her sweet, little pussy. Within a few days my wife went from a sweet, little angel to my dirty girl. Reaching around her front, I strummed her clit. My other hand smacked her ass and she cried out, her orgasm hitting her as I spanked her again. My hand went to her mouth, quieting her screams as I emptied my load into her cunt. I untied the tie while I was still inside her.

  “What inspired the tie?” she asked, turning her head to me. She looked so sexy and my cock wasn’t ready for this to be over.

  I stole a kiss before I answered, “I wanted to cover your screams, but I thought you’d come faster if you couldn’t see, and you did.”

  “Yes, and it felt incredible. I suppose you have lots of ties.”

  “I do, but I might just get a special collection for such occasions. Fuck, Harley, I’m hard again.” I didn’t pull out, but I did look at my watch. “We do have ten minutes left.” This time I took the tie and covered her mouth then smacked her ass as I thrust back into her.

  “I don’t like others hearing your screams. They belong to me.” I pumped into her this time, grabbing her hair and pulling her body back as I teased her tits. With two minutes to spare, we both were coming again.

  As we got in the car to leave she said, “I can’t wait for our next trip to the hotel.”

  “You know, we’ll have to inspect it very soon,” I replied, kissing her hand and making my way to the airport.

  Epilogue

  Jacob

  A year later…

  It had been a year since we moved from Reese. I have a sweet present for my wife that she would be getting the second we pull up to the hotel. We were only a block away and I was clenching the wheel tightly, making my knuckles white. It had been a secret that had been hard to keep since I tried to work from home more often. She’d be in my office helping me with small tasks or on her knees taking the edge out of my voice as I dealt with shitty sellers or inept lawyers.

  This gift was a big deal to me and to the company. I loved her from the first moment I saw her and nothing was going to change it. I hoped she loved the idea. The baby was sitting in back, and I purposefully brought her attention to our son to keep her from seeing the final changes to her old hotel.

  Our baby was three months old and tolerated the flight very well. He was a good, calm boy, and we joked that he must have gotten that from Joe because that wasn’t from me. But my mom had to correct us and say Joe had been the rambunctious one and I was the quiet one whereas Jules was somewhere in the middle.

  I parked the car a step out of sight from the signage and got out of the car to get my little man. Bryce was my little replica and I loved him unconditionally. My mother was going to keep him back at the ranch back home, but Harley didn’t want to be away from him that long. Truth be told, I let her take the brunt of that blame; I didn’t want to be without my boy either. She took the diaper bag as I grabbed his car seat and headed to the entrance. She gasped and stopped in her tracks. The parted, shocked expression morphed into a giant smile t
hat shone in her eyes.

  “Do you like it, baby?”

  “Do I like it? You named a hotel after me. I freaking love it. I can’t believe it. The Harley Inn,” she gasped.

  “I thought it had a nice ring to it,” I offered.

  “I knew you talked about rebranding it, but since all the hotels are named after the family, I didn’t think you’d do one for me.”

  I moved to her side, with my little guy, strapped into his car seat at our feet, and hugged my wife tightly. “I love you, Harley. This hotel has always been associated with you. Even to the point that my brothers called it Harley’s before I even made it official.”

  “It’s perfect, Jacob,” she sobbed. I didn’t mean to make her cry, but they were good tears so I wasn’t pissed at myself. In fact, I couldn’t stop smiling.

  Bryce was cooing in his seat and bouncing, so I lifted him up and asked, “Do you like it, too, buddy?”

  “Da-da,” he mumbled. Then he did it again. Harley and I looked at each other with big ass grins and then back to him.

  “He finally said it,” she cheered. We’d been practicing daddy or some variation of it, but the guy wouldn’t do it. Every time it would come out, “Mama.” He could already say about five to ten words, but that wasn’t one of them. Brilliant little man wanted to wait until I impressed him. I shook my head at him and placed a kiss on his chubby cheek. He erupted in a fit of giggles from my lightly grown-in beard that she wanted me to keep.

  “How about we go check out the rest of the remodel, then maybe visit the manager’s office?”

  “I believe it’s a very great idea, sir.”

  Harley

  Twenty-five years later…

  I stared at my husband and son, who hadn’t known I was in the room. They had been carrying on because Bryce had his Masters in business and structural engineering. We couldn’t have been any prouder of him. He’d grown up to be a true replica of his father. Now our three girls that followed were all little versions of me. Well, little had long since gone. Our youngest daughter, Kayla, had just turned eighteen and was off at college. Time had flown by and I still remember being here and that young girl who embarrassed herself in front of the most amazing man she’d ever met.

  “So tell me, Bryce. Where do you want to start?”

  “How about here? Mom’s hotel is my favorite. And it needs a makeover.”

  “That sounds really good, son, but the office here doesn’t change.”

  “I understand. Besides no one is allowed in this one unless it’s on your command. There’s the other office we all get to use.”

  “Have you thought about the other two hotels in the area? They are due for some modifications as well.”

  “I was thinking of starting it once the tourist season wanes at Big Bear Amusement Park.”

  “Son, there’s more to this hotel than it being your mother’s that has you interested. Could it be that sweet girl that started working here a few months ago?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I just laughed because he was definitely like his father. I’d met the young lady when Jacob took me on a private getaway for the two of us. Of course, it turned into a “fucking work trip” as we liked to call it. We’d spend a day inspecting the hotels, while we spent the rest of the time testing out the beds. Even at our age, the sex drive didn’t fade away.

  We sent some shots of the hotel to Bryce and our oldest girl, Elizabeth, to look at, and according to what she said, he couldn’t take his eyes off the woman at the registration desk. He’d kept the picture zoomed and saved to his phone, and it was our middle daughter, Cassandra, who found it and teased him. The three girls drove their brother insane, but there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for them.

  I knocked on the door and both of my strapping men turned to me. “Wow, you look just like your father when I met him,” I reminisced.

  “Uh-oh there goes those goo-goo eyes she gives you. I’m out of here,” he said, high-stepping it toward the door. “And could you keep it down, don’t want to scare the new employee away.”

  “I bet you don’t,” Jacob said, laughing as Bryce reached the inside lock and turned it before walking out of the room. “He’s a really good boy.”

  “Yes, he is. He locked the door,” I whispered as I climbed onto his lap. I felt the growing ridge in his pants that poked at my ass. Twenty-six years together and never a wasted moment. He turned my head to the side and kissed my lips. I moaned against his mouth, my body responding like it always did to his touch.

  “Jacob, take me. I need you,” I begged, and before I knew it, I found myself pinned to the desk. We tried to keep it down, but by the time we stepped out of the office there was a blush covering the new employee’s face. And I wasn’t sure if it was because of us or the fact that my son’s lips were puffy.

  “Excuse us,” Jacob said. “We’re going to the house. Have a good and productive work day,” he added with a wink.

  We left knowing this was the beginning of the new generation. “I love you, Jacob.”

  “Harley, you’re all I live for. Come, let’s go to the house. I feel like reliving our favorite locations before we head back to Texas.” We’d made love all over this town over the years, but all the firsts were amazing and completely memorable.

  “Yes, sir,” I agreed, feeling like a young girl again. We weren’t that old, but we knew that we weren’t spring chickens.

  “Sir? You make me sound old,” he said, grabbing his heart.

  “Not too old for me. Take me home, Mr. Middleton.”

  The End.