Delivering Decker

by Kelly Collins

  On a counter to the right was a coffee machine. Next to it was a box of tea. “I’m in heaven,” my naked angel said while filing through the selections. “Chamomile or mint?”

  “I can order freshly brewed from room service.” With a towel wrapped around my waist, I walked between the beds and reached for the phone.

  “Don’t, Decker,” Hannah pleaded. “Do you think they are going to do anything different than I will?” She filled the water reservoir up and pressed the start button. Seconds later she had two cups of steaming hot water. “Don’t waste your money when we have what we need right here.” She dipped tea bags in each cup and picked up a package of cookies that sat in a basket on the bar. “Come sit with me.”

  After sitting the cups on the nightstand, she climbed onto the right side bed and patted the space beside her.

  I dropped the towel and scooted in next to her. She immediately rested her head on my chest.

  “What do you want to do when you grow up?” She reached across my body to get her tea.

  “I was thinking of quitting my job and becoming your sex slave.” We both looked down at my burgeoning erection.

  “You’re well equipped for that,” she said with a dash of sultriness and a tidbit of innocence.

  Chapter 18

  Hannah

  If he thought we were going to stay in this beautiful hotel and not have sex, the man was insane. “You owe me a do-over.”

  “I owe you what?”

  “You owe me amazing sex that doesn’t end with you telling me you can’t have me.”

  “I’m such an idiot. I’m so sorry.” He took the teacup from my hands and set it on the nightstand. “Did you say amazing sex?” He rolled over and straddled my legs, pinning me to the soft mattress. His soft kisses tickled my skin from my neck to my breasts. “How amazing do you want it?”

  I shimmied down so I was flat on the bed looking up at him. Who would believe that I’d be under this man begging him to make love to me? No wonder the universe had taken Ryker from me. He wasn’t Decker, and I’d been waiting for Decker my whole life.

  I wrapped my hand around his erection and watched his eyes nearly roll out the back of his head. “I want it so amazing that I’d never consider another.”

  He sucked my nipple into his mouth. Hot fire raced down my spine to my sex. And although we’d just bathed, I was dripping wet for him.

  My nipple popped from his mouth, and he looked up and smiled. The kind of smile that said game on.

  “Hannah, I’m going to ruin you for all others.” The heat of his mouth trailed down my stomach until he settled between my legs. Slick and hot, he ran his lips up and down my sex, stopping always to pay extra attention to my clit, which had swelled to near bursting. The flat of his tongue felt like sandpaper and satin on my tender flesh.

  Just as my knees began to shake and my plunge into ecstasy appeared imminent, he pulled away and started again from the top. First, a long luscious kiss to my lips, followed by a languid lapping at my breasts, and ending with little nips and pulls and sucks at my sex until I shook beneath him.

  “Not yet, sweetheart.” He moved up my body and kissed me again. “I’m going to make love to you, Hannah, because I feel something for you that I’ve never felt for anyone.”

  “Hurry, I need you.” I gripped his hips and pulled him down toward my body, but he resisted.

  “I’m not rushing this.” He rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Moments later he was back, and I didn’t even pretend not to notice the magnificent sheathed shaft that hung between his legs. My whole body throbbed for him.

  I reached forward and pulled him to the bed. His body toppled clumsily over mine, but his rod landed exactly where I wanted it—between my thighs.

  “When I’m done, Hannah, you’ll know I’ve been in your body. You’ll feel it from your core to your heart. Tomorrow, I better not wake up and find you missing because I’ll search for you.” He pressed the tip at my entrance, teasing me, making me want him so badly it hurt.

  I closed my eyes and bit my lips so I wouldn’t scream at him and tell him to take me already.

  “Look at me.” His voice was husky and full of need. “Just so you know, I’ll never be done with you.” He plunged into my body with one swift stroke, sending me over the edge.

  All that buildup, all that tension eased with one magical plunge, and I wanted more. My nails dug into his thrusting hips. My body rose to meet his. His name left my mouth in a groan.

  “It’s so good with you, Hannah.” He pumped in and out of me. We dripped with sweat, our lungs sucking in whatever air we could gasp. We ground our bodies into each other with a primal need to become one.

  My insides tightened and quaked around his thick mass, squeezing and pulsing around him while I dug my nails into his back and hung on for the journey.

  “Oh, Hannah, I’m going to come so hard!” he screamed as he threw his head back and shuddered.

  He collapsed on top of me, and I was happy to bear the weight. We lay there for a long time as our lips traveled over each other’s exposed skin and our hands caressed everything they could touch.

  After some time, Decker rolled onto his back and sighed contentedly. “You’re killing me.”

  I rolled over and settled my head on his chest, my arm around his waist, and my leg over his legs. If he thought I was going anywhere, he was wrong. I was in the exact place I wanted to be.

  I laughed and hugged him tightly. “We’ll die happily together.”

  “Screw that, let’s live happily together. That sounds like more fun.” He pulled me on top of his body where his half-hard erection grew stiff as rebar.

  “You’re ready already?”

  He gripped my hips and ground my sex against his length. “Refractory time is for old men. I can go all night.” He rolled us over so his body was on top of mine. His eyes were full of playful mischievousness. “We need a new condom.” He hopped out of bed and raced to the bathroom.

  By round three, his wallet was out of condoms, and I was out of energy, but not out of desire. To my delighted embarrassment, he phoned the front desk and had a new box delivered while I hid under the blankets waiting for round four to begin.

  “We’re set for the night,” he said, waving the strip of condoms in the air like a victory banner.

  “Aren’t you tired of me yet?” I whispered against the kiss that would start another round.

  “Tired…yes. Of you…never.” He kissed me deep as he made love to me slowly. His eyes never left mine while he filled me with his passion. “You’re my new addiction, Hannah. I don’t need a twelve-step program to get over you. You’re a habit I never want to kick.”

  I could have blurted out the words I love you so easily. Lying in bed with this man was what I dreamed love would feel like. It was what I wanted love to feel like. Heart. Body. Soul. All bursting full of joy. Did I dare dream of that?

  This time, just before I drifted off to sleep, I heard very different words come from Decker’s mouth: “You’re mine.” Or was that hope creating those words in my head? Maybe it was okay to dream.

  My body was on fire when I woke up. Not the feverish burn that comes from a virus, but the kind of heat that starts between your legs when a certain sexy man insists on eating you for breakfast.

  Decker lifted his face from between my legs. My arousal glistened on his lips. “I ordered you breakfast, but I couldn’t wait.” He dipped back down and devoured me like I was his last meal. Every bone in my body ached—for more.

  He made quick work of getting me to scream his name. Somehow in one night, he’d perfected his technique when it came to my orgasms. He knew where to lick, suck, nibble, pull, and thrust to send me crashing over the edge.

  Jelly-limbed, I melted into the bed that had been stripped bare from our sexual acrobatics.

  Hard and ready, he bobbed against my stomach when he straddled me.

  “How much time do we have?” I shifted and sent him fal
ling to the side.

  He fell to his back with his pole pointing to the ceiling. “Mrs. Riley, what did you have in mind?”

  I loved his playfulness. Coming here was obviously the right thing to do. It gave us both a chance to be ourselves or, in my case, to pretend I was someone else for a moment.

  Boldly cupping his sex in my hand, I stroked him from root to tip. “Well, Mr. Riley, I seem to have built up an appetite myself.” I leaned over his body and ran my tongue across the thick head, licking up the burst of flavor that had escaped him.

  God, how I wished I could have the time to torture him like he did me. Pull him to the edge only to back off and ease him down. To drive him crazy.

  I opened my mouth and slid his velvety heat to the back of my throat, then hollowed out my cheeks as I sucked him even deeper. I drew him in and out of my mouth until he gripped my hair and held me in place with his rod probing the back of my throat.

  “God, Hannah. That’s so damn good. Keep sucking me.” His hips fell into rhythm with my mouth until he became needier, greedier, and hungrier to find his release. My head bobbed up and down on his length. My hand gripped his root, pumping him while my mouth pulled at his soft velvety head. He swelled, grew larger than I thought possible, but I kept on working my lips and tongue against his shaft, exploring each vein like it was a map to his pleasure. His orgasm was my only goal.

  His hands clutched the fabric of the mattress, and my name slipped from his lips in a sound so pure and sexy that my own sex shuddered in response. His release shot hot and thick across my tongue, and I swallowed it despite my instinct to gag. My eyes watered and my throat burned, but I continued to suck and pull every drop from this man because after today I wanted him to remember that it was my lips that had pulled the best climax of his life from his body.

  His body shook until I’d licked him clean. He mumbled words that sang in my heart. You’re mine. So good. You’re everything. Phrases that made me so glad I’d taken a chance on Decker Riley.

  He pulled me up his body and hugged me tight to his chest. “I never dreamed that everything I ever wanted and needed could be found in Fury.”

  A stab of pain pierced my heart because that statement was truer than anything he’d said since we met, yet it had nothing to do with me.

  Before I could respond, a knock sounded at the door.

  “Room service,” a soft female voice called out.

  “I got it.” Decker bolted from the bed and wrapped the towel he’d discarded last night around his waist. I ran to the bathroom to grab the robe I’d seen hanging behind the door.

  When I returned, all covered up, the girl delivering food was gobbling up my man with her hungry eyes.

  “There you are, honey,” Decker said. “I ordered all of your favorites.”

  The poor girl deflated like a popped balloon.

  “Thanks, baby.” I ran my arms around his waist and looked at the girl with an eat-your-heart-out smile. “I think that’s all we need.” I reached for the warm syrup, scooped up a drop with the tip of my finger, and stuck it into my mouth, giving Decker a look that said he was next on the menu.

  He stood with his mouth agape for a minute, then grabbed his wallet for a tip and rushed the girl out the door. The poor thing hadn’t cleared the door when he slammed it shut. We could hear her cussing all the way down the hallway.

  “Don’t be a tease, Hannah.”

  I yanked the towel from his waist and took in the sight of him. “Don’t let other women gawk at what’s mine.”

  “She was gawking? I didn’t notice. I only have eyes for you.”

  I picked up a pancake and flung it at him. It landed against his chest and stuck. “You’re so full of shit, but I like the words. Tell me the words again.”

  He peeled off the pancake and pressed a bite of it into my mouth. “I’m not full of shit. This thing between us is real. Now eat up, sweetheart. We’ve only got an hour before our couples massage. You’re going to need your energy because when we get back, I’m going to press the idea that you’re mine solidly into your brain. Whether you’re willing to admit it or not, you're the half to my whole.”

  Chapter 19

  Decker

  Massage tables sat side by side with our hands clasped together in between. Never had a moment been so perfect. Hannah moaned each time the masseuse dug deep into her muscles, and it made me hard. Good thing I was lying on my stomach. Otherwise, I’d be sporting a tent no one could miss.

  Our heads were turned toward each other. Her eyes had drooped shut minutes ago, worn out from a long enjoyable night.

  Love…was this what it felt like? Rather than my heart being filled with torment and regret, was it filled to near bursting with longing? Here we were in the same room, holding hands, and it wasn’t nearly enough. I wanted to be connected in every way possible. The closer I was to her, the better I felt about myself.

  The sex was phenomenal, but it was more than that. Something about us connected on a level deeper than I could ever imagine.

  I reached over and pushed the strand of hair that fell across her face to the side. I needed to see her. So peaceful in her slumber, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever known, and it wasn’t about her looks. I liked her through and through. All the way from her snarky little mouth to her tight little glove. She was perfect for me because she was so imperfect.

  The masseuses’ hands left our bodies. They stood by the door while one spoke. “We’ll give you a few minutes alone.”

  I nodded. As soon as they exited the room, I climbed on Hannah’s table and pulled her sleeping body into my arms.

  She lifted her head from against my chest. “Are we finished?” Her voice was like warm honey dripping over my naked body.

  I pressed my lips to her forehead. “With the massage? Yes. With each other? Never.” Although I would gladly press myself into her body right now, I knew she was tired and worn out. Last night we’d indulged like love-starved kids. Today I would temper my need for her. Hannah and I had all the days in the world to enjoy each other. We didn’t need to make up for years of emotional neglect in one day.

  “I’m hungry.” Her face lit up with a blush. “For food,” she blurted out quickly.

  I tried for a crestfallen expression, but all I could do was chuckle. “Of course for food. What else could you mean?”

  Her hand reached down and gripped my semi hard erection. “It’s been hours since we had sex, and I thought maybe you’d think—”

  “That I couldn’t live without your mouth or heat around my shaft?” I pulled her body closer to me so we were touching in every place we could. My heart beat out a steady rhythm of happiness. “That statement is true, but I’d trade every blowjob you could give me just to hold you like this.”

  “This is so perfect.” She tucked her head close to my chest. “Too bad every day couldn’t be like this.”

  “It could.” Her skin was so smooth under my palm. She smelled like lavender with a hint of sweetness that was hers alone. It was a scent that couldn’t be bottled. If it could, she’d be rich because I didn’t know a man who would be able to resist her.

  “Are we still living inside the dream where I’m Mrs. Riley and you’re my man?”

  She was right. Staying here felt like a dream come true, and it was exactly that: a dream. But I loved living the fantasy, and the great thing about being young was the ability to ignore reality or at least pretend it won’t come knocking. “We’ve still got time.” I reluctantly separated my body from hers and climbed off the table. “Let’s go eat.”

  Two robes hung from hooks behind the door. I put mine on and helped her into hers. We left the spa the same way we came in, holding each other’s hands.

  Just as I’d requested, a clothing rack full of options sat in the center of our suite.

  “You were serious?” She stopped dead in her tracks at our door.

  “I’m always serious.” I led her to the rack. “It’s a fault my mom reminds me of
often. My father doesn’t think I’m serious enough.”

  “Your father is an idiot.” She slapped her hand over her mouth. She immediately turned toward me with eyes full of concern. “I’m so sorry. That was insensitive.”

  I pulled a pink sundress from the rack and held it in front of her. “What I love about you, Hannah is that you always tell the truth.” I slid the robe from her shoulders, and it pooled on the carpet around her feet. “Do you like this?”

  She touched the silky fabric and then reached for the price tag. “How much is it?”

  I yanked the tag free so she couldn’t see it. “The price is irrelevant. I asked if you liked it.”

  Her frown turned into a scowl. “It may be irrelevant to you, but it’s not to me. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t afford a button, never mind the entire dress.”

  “Hannah, I didn’t ask you if you could afford it. I asked if you liked it.” Although my tone was stern, my smile told her not to take things too seriously. “How many times do I have to tell you I can afford it? In fact, let’s take the whole rack.” I ran my hands down the twenty or so pieces hanging from the metal bar. “Sweetheart, this is a rounding error in my checkbook.”

  I pulled a pair of cotton trousers from the rack and pulled them on sans boxers. A perfect fit once I tucked my junk inside. “I was thinking we could have lunch at the fondue place. What do you think?” I chose a light-blue button-down shirt and slipped it on, rolling the sleeves to the area where my gnarly scab began.

  “Does it still hurt?” She hung the dress back on the rack and ran her fingertips over my healing wound.

  “Not really. You seem to keep my attention elsewhere. I haven’t really noticed it.”

  “I’m so glad you crashed your motorcycle, Decker.” She reached up on tiptoes and kissed me. “I have to shower this oil off before I wear this dress. I don’t want to ruin it.”