Beautiful Disaster

by Rye Hart

  “What? Bella shouldn’t be held responsible.” Kayla went up to Rick and looked up at him with her big round eyes, and he gave me a pleading look.

  “How about you just worry about making this up to Rick, and I’ll make a deal with Bella.” The girl was standing too close to me, her eyes like daggers piercing my soul, and once my words registered, she lifted her shoulder.

  “Why should I bargain with you?” She tilted her head to the side but kept her gaze on mine.

  “Rick, why don’t you and Kayla give us a moment alone.” Rick took his cue, and the two got in my beat-up truck.

  “I’m not exactly sure what it is you think you’re doing but—” she started, but I held up my hand and cut her off.

  Now was the time to make my first move.

  “You come stay with me at my house for the two weeks you’re in town, and I’ll let your friend off the hook for the damages. Or I call my friend Lonny back and have charges filed against her.”

  “You’d do that? You’d let her go to jail?” Her lip curled in disgust.

  “It’s only right. She broke the law and wrecked my property. I’m well within my rights. But, as it turns out, I’m also very attracted to you, and I’d like to get to know you.”

  “So is this how you land yourself a girl? By blackmailing them?” She glanced back at the truck where Rick and Kayla were kissing like two horny teenagers in my back seat.

  She rolled her eyes and balled her fists at her side. “Fine. I’ll stay, but only if Kayla comes. I promised her I wouldn’t leave her side, and I’m not going to abandon her. Besides, it’s clear she needs a chaperone.”

  I narrowed my eyes to the scene in my back seat, where Rick had his face pressed hard into Kayla’s breasts, then I met Bella’s hazel eyes. “You’re a lousy chaperone.”

  “The only reason I’m agreeing to this crazy idea is so that my best friend doesn’t go to jail. Personally, I think you’re an awful human being,” she mumbled as she stalked back to the truck. She turned around as she reached the door. “Are you coming or what? We have to go check out of the hotel.”

  A slow smile spread across my face. She just might be the woman for me.

  CHAPTER FIVE - BELLA

  Reed was impossibly handsome and just knowing that he was attracted to me had come as a surprise. Though I was pretty sure he was nothing but a disgusting pig, the fact that he was willing to forgo thousands of dollars in damage to be close to me sort of turned me on. What did that say about me? Was I just leaping from one asshole to the next? As we pulled up to Reed’s house, I realized that we’d traded up from the hotel, and I tried not to let my impending bargain loom over me and cloud the beautiful scenery. Reed had driven us to his sprawling mansion, which looked like something from an old Civil War movie. The house seemed to glow in the distance as if it’s white paint was reflecting the full moon that hung directly over it.

  “It’s gorgeous. Will we disturb your family coming here so late?” He’d no doubt come and gone many times alone at this hour, but to bring in company, I didn’t want to be an imposition.

  Reed’s voice was but a growl beside me. “I live alone if you don’t count my staff.”

  “You’re all alone?” I suddenly felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me. He’d wanted me alone with him in his big house. I wasn’t naive enough to think that he just wanted to talk over the next two weeks, but I figured if there were other people around, I’d be safe.

  “My parents are both dead. I have my uncle, but he lives in the city closer to our family’s business.”

  In the back, Kayla let out a little moan, and Rick sighed. The two were sound asleep and had more than made up from the incident that landed me in my current mess.

  I was grateful that Kayla was asleep for the time being and I could at least have more time to think of an excuse for why we were all traveling to Reed’s estate. I didn’t want to tell her what I’d agreed to. She’d been too drunk to know precisely what was happening, and I didn’t want her to feel like it was her fault that we were here—even if it was.

  To be honest, agreeing to spend two weeks with a handsome stranger was both unlike me and completely exhilarating. Back home, I told myself I was ready for a change and a new chapter in my life, but I would never have imagined being in such a predicament. I really didn’t know what to make of it all, but I would be lying if I said my nervousness wasn’t starting to fade into a serious turn on. What the fuck was wrong with me?

  Maybe these two weeks was just want I needed to kick off my new life. I wasn’t foolish enough to expect anything other than a good time with Reed. He was clearly a rich bachelor who was experienced in getting what, or who, he wanted. The thought that he wanted me, was making me sweat a bit.

  We walked into the house, and I was immediately impressed. The furniture was expensive and ornate, yet still looked inviting. There were several vases of fresh flowers like the ones I’d seen growing outside scattered around the large room, and rows of beautiful photographs lined one wall.

  Immediately drawn to the photos, I crossed the room and began to examine them closely. They were mostly of scenery, though some were of beautiful horses, and fields of roaming cattle. Whoever had taken them, had a very good eye.

  I felt Reed come up beside me. “You like them?” he asked.

  “Yes. The composition is amazing, and the photographer used the perfect filter for each one,” I said, continuing down the line.

  “You seem to know a lot about photography,” Reed said.

  I glanced at him to see that he was regarding me with a look that said he was impressed. “Yes, it’s actually what I do. I’ve actually published some of my work,” I said.

  “Wow,” Reed said. “Is it a hobby or something else?” he asked.

  “I’d say it’s been relegated to hobby status for the past few years, but in reality, it’s my passion. I want to do photography full time, to have my own studio, and eventually a gallery to display all my work,” I admitted out loud for the first time.

  Reed whistled low and looked at me with a newfound respect.

  I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself for finally putting my dream out there.

  The two love birds finally woke and came inside, and since Rick knew his way around, they disappeared up the stairs, hand in hand leaving Kayla’s suitcases. I glanced over at my stack of luggage and decided I’d need to know where to take it. It was getting late and I was getting tired.

  “Could you show me to my room?” I took my largest bag by the handle and Reed walked over to the bar.

  “What’s the rush? Wouldn’t you care for a drink first? I’ll pour.” He poured two shots of whatever he was drinking and carried one over and offered it to me.

  “I don’t drink.” I placed my hand on the neckline of my blouse as he shrugged and turned them both up, one right after the other.

  “I’d like to go upstairs and shower and change my clothes, please.”

  “Fine, I’ll show you to your room.” He walked over and lifted the larger bags as if they weighed nothing and I took two of the smaller ones.We headed up the long, curved staircase to the upper floor. He led me down the hall, and we made a turn down past a row of doors to the one on the end. “Here, just put them wherever. My bathroom is through that door and—”

  I froze in place. “This is your room?”

  “Yes, where you’ll be staying, with me, per our agreement.” Reed’s face was impassive as always, leaving me wondering what he was thinking.

  “You at your house, not in your room.”

  Reed stepped closer and took my hand, and it was as if an electric current went through me. He wasn’t gentle, but the sensation hit me right in my core with a burning ache of desire. “Well I guess you should have asked for clarification before you agreed.”

  “I’m not staying in here. There are fifty other rooms in this place, and I’ll take any of them, thank you.” I figured if I were firm then he wouldn’t insist, but I was
wrong.

  “So then, you’re okay with me calling my lawyer first thing in the morning and filing that report?”

  My mouth popped open as he stroked my wrist with his thumb, still holding tight to my hand. “You won’t do it; you’re just teasing me. Trying to use it as an excuse to seduce me.”

  “I don’t need to seduce you. You’ll do what’s right to help your friend. Besides, I can tell you want me.” He met my eyes, and for the firsts time while staring intently at me, he smiled. “Your ego is laughable.” I started to turn, but he pulled me close to him, his lips brushing mine just before he took them without permission. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to kiss me, but I was terrified of what might happen next. I could very easily give in to him. He awakened things inside me that Gavin had long since lulled to sleep

  Still, I pushed against his chest and broke the kiss. “I’ve just called off an engagement, so I’m not interested in hooking up.” There was no way that I was telling him that the ache between my legs disagreed with me wholeheartedly.

  “Suit yourself.” He dropped my hand and suddenly all the warmth I’d felt from him for those short moments was gone. The emotionless mask was back in place, and his demeanor was chilly. He picked my bags up from the floor and carried them to the door and out into the hall where he stopped in front of the door across from his room.

  He saw my hesitation and spoke.

  “You prefer that one?” He pointed to another door across the hall, and I shrugged.

  “Why not?” I stepped over to it and turned the knob, stepping inside before I even turned on the light.

  Rick was on his knees between Kayla’s legs, and he was lapping at her nice and slow as she moaned and writhed beneath him. I shut the door before either noticed me there and turned to bump right into Reed.

  “Go ahead. I don’t think he’d mind if you joined in.”

  “You’re a pig.” I tried to push him, but it was like hitting a wall, and he grabbed my wrist.

  “Why don’t you come get to know me and find out, instead of assuming.”

  “Oh, I know exactly who you are.” I’d left him back home. That’s who he was. Another Gavin, ego and all. “If you’ll excuse me.”

  This time he allowed me to push past him and I went to my room and slammed the door. He’d left my bags just inside the door, so I grabbed the ones I needed and placed them on the foot of the bed, which was dressed in a gorgeous Americana quilt. The furniture in the room was all painted blue and distressed, and though it looked a bit patriotic, the theme didn’t smother the class of the room.

  I noticed a door to the one side, which I guessed connected to the neighbors, and I’d seen quite enough of the two of them for one night. Rick had been gloriously naked, and I could see what Kayla had seen in him, but I couldn’t help but think that Reed was so much hotter.

  On the other side of the room, there was a big window looking out to the grounds. At the back was a closet and a small door that led to a personal bathroom. I peeked inside to see a gorgeous claw-foot tub. There was a ringed curtain around the back of it, and a showerhead.

  I treated myself to a warm bath, and I managed to get clean without making a huge mess or flooding the room.

  I dried and dressed in a sleep tank and panties and went back into the room and tucked myself down into the bed, thinking all the while about the man across the hall. He was too hard to read, but I couldn’t help but be fascinated.

  My core still ached from the thought of his touch, and it didn’t seem fair that beyond the door Kayla was getting pleasured so intently while I could only lay there and listen to her moans. If I hadn’t been so self-righteous, I might be enjoying the same experience in Reed’s room. Instead, I was forced to slip my hand into my own panties and release the tension that just being near the man had built between my legs.

  I remembered the words Reed said to me about being in his bed and I pictured myself in between his sheets, with his face in my pussy, pleasuring me softly.

  Although I was ridiculously wet and aroused, the idea of just straight going for it felt weird.

  Closing my eyes, I brought my hands to my jaw and slowly drifted them down my neck as I imagined Reed kissing me there. My touch was light as a feather, but the fantasy in my mind made it feel like fire licking my skin. As my fingers lowered to my collarbone and chest, that fire started to spread down to my thighs.

  My breathing grew heavier, and my thighs pressed together as the need for something more began to build within me. I brought my hands to my breasts and teased my nipples until the ache between my legs became nearly unbearable.

  My juices dripped from me and trickled down to the mattress beneath me. It was a wonderful sensation. Trembling a little, I glided my hand down my stomach until it reached the space where my hip and thigh met. My heart pounded as I took a sharp turn and felt the wetness of my folds for the first time.

  I felt soft and warm against my fingers, and though I’d touched myself in the past, this time felt completely different. It was surprisingly more intimate. I couldn’t deny that there was a part of me that felt like what I was doing was wrong because I’d just ended a relationship, but I decided that part was stupid and quickly pushed those thoughts aside as my fingers moved in a circular motion against my clit.

  Shockwaves of pleasure shot up through my body. Within seconds, I was dizzy and breathless, but I didn’t stop. I wanted more.

  I slid my hand lower and dipped a finger inside myself, amazed at the velvety feel of my drenched pussy. I drew my finger out and slid it in again, imagining it was Reed’s massive cock. I bucked and rolled against my fingers as I drew lazy circles over my swollen clit with my own sweet juices. Thinking again of how big Reed must be, I spread my hips wider and slid a second finger deep into myself, allowing my body to adjust to the new sensation before I started to thrust in and out . Withdrawing my slick fingers, I flicked the tips over my clit a few more times before my release. My back arched and my toes curled into the sheets underneath me.

  The warmth—that delicious, maddening warmth—started to spread, making my limbs tingle and my chest tight. Finally, that heart turned to fire and my whole body exploded with the most delicious sensation. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming out. I couldn’t risk my housemates knowing I was finger-fucking myself.

  Wouldn’t that be fun to explain?

  With a broad smile on my lips, I relaxed my arms and waited for my breathing to return to normal. As I enjoyed the amazing afterglow, I couldn’t help but imagine how the real thing would feel.

  I fought my urge through the night to run to Reed’s room but something told me that come morning all my restraint would be gone.

  Damn it Bella, get a hold of your hormones. This man is nothing but trouble.

  But maybe trouble was just what I needed in my life.

  CHAPTER SIX - REED

  I lay awake in bed and watched the sun come up. Waking early had never been a problem for me, but I wondered if my houseguests would be stirring at this hour. I had to hand it to Bella. She wasn’t some brain-dead bimbo who was easily manipulated by the promise of sex. She had refused me, and that was something I wasn’t that used to. I had gone to sleep the night before thinking about my methods and if I should have approached her differently. She had most definitely called my bluff.

  The truth was, the agreement didn’t have anything to do Kayla’s hissy fit. She was drunk, and I was insured. No harm, no foul. I wondered if Bella would tell Kayla about the bargain as I rolled over and stared out my bedroom window at the branches from the magnolia which stood proudly near the house. I got up and went to the bathroom and returned to bed. No one else was up, so why should I be? I took my phone and looked through some more pictures.

  The girls were all the same, mostly blondes, mostly party girls, mostly one-night stands and random hookups, and if they hadn’t let me take a selfie and put their number on my phone, I’d probably not even remember their names.

 
; I thought back to the night before when Bella was looking at the photos downstairs. The way her whole face had changed and her eyes had lit up when she’d talked about photography, showed me that she was truly nothing like any of the bimbos I was used to. This girl had a passion and a dream and I was starting to feel like a real shit about my intentions. As much as I could see her being the one to carry my child, I could also see it ruining her dream. Would she be able to be both a mother and an artist? Sure, I would take financial care of her and a baby, but would her drive be the same once she had someone else to take care of?

  “Reed?” I looked up to see Bella standing in my doorway, her thin form covered by a blanket which she kept bunched up above her breasts. I sat up, the cool air hitting my skin, reminding me that I was naked, and I wondered what she had on beneath the blanket. There were two small straps across her shoulder, pale yellow and cotton, or so it looked from across the room. She looked so sexy that my guilt faded almost immediately.

  “Good morning.”

  She walked into the room slowly, as if at any minute I might ask her to leave. “I hope you don’t mind, I heard you get up.” I pulled the sheet up to my waist, making sure I was covered.

  She looked at the bed and the space beside me and lowered herself at the foot of my bed.

  “I don’t bite, Bella.”