Honey Babe

by Ryanne Anthony

  “I adore them, but my waist has a huge problem with them.”

  “Your waist?” Chuck frowned.

  “Yes. Stuffed mushrooms can be full of guilty calories.”

  “And?”

  “And I don’t think I should eat that stuff anymore. I’m getting to an age where everything I eat goes right to my belly and thighs.”

  Charles swallowed hard. He could not believe his ears. If it’s one thing he could not stand is a thin woman. He didn’t even find Marilyn Monroe sexy. Hell, he was still pissed off Jennifer Hudson lost weight. Beyoncé? Close. NeNe Leakes, holy…

  And now this girl… this Toccara Jones look-alike… is talking about weight, like she wants to get rid of it. There is nothing wrong with her body and she should leave it as is, if only for his own sanity. Didn’t she know how crazy she was driving him? Couldn’t she feel the sexual tension he was radiating to her? Just the thought of her losing one pound was making his blood boil. No, he needed to talk her out of that idea and fast. He picked up the menu and sighed.

  “You want to be thin then?” Les frowned, wanting to wash his brain with ammonia at the mere thought.

  “No, I like my body as is. I don’t want to get bigger or smaller. I think I’m perfect.”

  “I remember,” Les nodded, then looked up at Kendra as she bit into a mushroom.

  “I’m sorry? You remember what? Ooh, these are good.”

  “Yes, they are,” Les smiled, staring at her mouth with desire. “I saw something on the menu. I was remembering the dish.”

  “Oh?” Kendra smiled. “What was it?”

  “The Chicken Francese.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “I did. Very much. The lemon butter sauce is outstanding, as is the crispy red potatoes it’s served with.”

  “Mmm, that sounds good. I’ll have that.”

  “So will I,” Charles smiled then closed the menu, trying to ignore the erection she gave him with that moan. He mentally thanked God he didn’t shoot the waiter earlier when he returned to the table.

  “Good evening. Ma’am, as I’ve explained to your companion, I’m Juan and I’ll be your server tonight. Are we ready to order or would you like to know the specials?”

  “No, Juan, we’re ready,” Les nodded. “We’ll both have the Chicken Francese.”

  “Very good, sir. Excellent choice. Will that be dinner or a la carte?”

  “Kendra? Would you like the dinner?”

  “Yes, please. That’ll be great.”

  “Excellent,” Juan smiled. “I’ll be back with your salads. What dressing would you like?”

  “French for me, please.”

  “I’ll have the house Italian, Juan.”

  “Very well, two house salads, French for the lady, house Italian for the gentleman. Straight away.”

  “I’ve ordered a white wine as well, Kendra. It’s currently breathing. Is that okay with you or do you prefer something else?”

  “No, white is perfect, thank you.”

  “Great,” Les smiled. “So… tell me more about the windows for Hill’s.”

  Kendra enjoyed her date with Les. Too much. No, not enough. She wanted more and she silently prayed he did, too, as they made their way out of the restaurant. He kept her talking and she happily obliged, marveling at how well he listened and commented, how he shared as equally as she did.

  Too damn bad there would not be a second date. As much as she wanted that, Kendra knew better. Men only wanted one thing from her and have since her first: they wanted what was between her legs and once they got that, they were gone. She figured that out after the second man she was with.

  The third guy, she hoped would be different. He had brown hair, streaked with blonde and hazel-brown eyes that twinkled when he smiled. She met him on the beach in Daytona and promptly slept with him. He was the best, most patient lover she’d had and have had since. She could not describe the heartache she felt when she woke the next morning and he was gone. He left her in that room without so much as a goodbye written on a piece of paper.

  She stalled, of course, hoping he went for coffee and would come back. He didn’t. She showered slowly, grabbed the bathing suit and sarong then went back to her room dressed only in the hotel’s robe, slowly and disconsolately. Just outside the room she shared with her cousin Keely and her friend Asha, she brightened, entered then told them about the wonderful night she spent with her dream lover who took care of her multiple times and made them believe she got what she wanted from him and got out of there and left him in that room alone.

  The girls decided to go to the diner for lunch then shopping. Keely and Asha went to Jake’s room to rouse him to go with them so Kendra stayed behind, saying she needed to shower and change. Instead, since she already showered, she sat on her bed… and cried. She couldn’t figure why. Why was she so emotional about a one night stand? She knew that’s all it was going to be, even insisting on no names.

  It was the pull, she thought then sighed as she wiped her eyes. She was drawn to her ‘babe’ and even though they didn’t even know one another’s real names, she wanted so much more with him. Obviously by leaving her in that room, he did not. When she finally dressed and left her room, she stepped in the elevator and stopped on the ninth floor. She knocked on 926 and sighed when she got no response.

  Kendra ran into Keely, Jake and Asha in the lobby. They had decided to go to a bar and grill a mile down the road and they exited through the rear of the hotel and all hopped in Jake’s rental.

  “I enjoyed our dinner, Les, thank you.”

  “You are most welcome, Kendra,” Les smiled. “So did I. Would you like to do it again?”

  “I’d love to,” Kendra breathed. Holy hell. He wanted another date with her? No, he couldn’t. He was being polite. Damn. Fine, she would put him on the spot and make him squirm. Then fuck him anyway because, holy of all things holy, she still wanted him. “When?”

  “When are you free?” Les asked quickly.

  Damn. He was going to play this to the end. Kendra sighed and turned her head and pretended to think. Resigned, she turned back to him and asked the million dollar question.

  “Want to have breakfast with me?”

  “I’d like that,” Les grinned.

  “Good. You can tell me where you’d like to go after we wake in the morning.”

  “In the… morning?” Les stammered. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? She wanted him again? Now? Tonight? Holy… Les was going to explode in his pants in front of Mariano’s and embarrass himself completely at the thought.

  “Yes,” Kendra nodded. “Tomorrow morning.”

  “Are saying--”

  “I’m definitely saying that, Les. Well, I thought that’s where we were headed,” Kendra frowned. “Um, was I too forward?”

  Is she kidding, Les’ mind mocked as he smirked. God, she asked that question the last time they were together. As far as he was concerned, she wasn’t then and she wasn’t now. She would NEVER be too forward with him.

  “Not at all. I felt something, too, but I didn’t want to assume you had as well.”

  “I did and still do,” Kendra smiled then looked at Les thoughtfully. “How about this: before we decide it’s a go, kiss me. Right here in front of this restaurant and after, depending on how it goes, we’ll decide if we want to be intimate before the breakfast date. Deal?”

  “Deal,” Les replied quickly. “I’d love to kiss you, Kendra. I’ve had the hardest time keeping my gaze off your beautiful lips.”

  “Now you have the perfect excuse not to look at them, Les.”

  “I agree,” Les smiled. “Come here.”

  Kendra bit her lip as she slowly stepped in front of Les. His right arm locked on her waist and he pulled her flush to his hard body. She softly gasped. His head lowered, his mouth quickly claiming hers. His tongue gently licked her lips, wanting inside her mouth. Kendra’s head tilted and on a sigh her mouth opened, and his tongue found the entrance
it sought. She tried to press closer into him, gripping his nape with one hand, her other resting over the rapid beating inside his chest.

  Kendra moaned as Les’ tongue licked hers. Les groaned with her, becoming erect and filled with an ache to be inside her. He pulled back and broke the kiss when he began to throb and moved to kiss her jawline.

  “Mmm… I’d be lying if I said that only went ‘well’.”

  “It was more than well to me, too, Les. I like the way you’re holding me now.”

  “I like the way you feel in my arms. My car’s over there and I’m about fifteen minutes from here.”

  “I’ll have to ride with you. I came here in a cab, after a brief stop, from the airport.”

  “Let’s go. I just need to make a quick stop.”

  “Condoms?”

  “Condoms,” Les confirmed.

  “Excellent. Glad we’re on the same page, Les. Could you please get lambskin? I’m allergic to latex.”

  “I remember.”

  “I’m sorry?” Kendra frowned.

  “I said, ‘no problem’,” Les murmured as he led her to his car then opened the door for her. “Lambskin it is. I’ll make sure to get plenty for the night.”

  Whew. Les wanted to kick himself as he hurriedly got into the driver’s seat. Second time tonight he flubbed with the ‘I remember’ line and his secret about their past will come to the surface far sooner than he felt it should.

  Ah, their past, Les thought as he started the car and headed to a pharmacy. His first time… he’d never forget it.

  Honey gripped him, his shaft jerking in response at her touch. She positioned him then allowed her voluptuous body to slide down, one thrilling, achingly slow inch a time. Les tightened his eyes and threw his head back, panting at the feel of heat and moisture… the feel of ultimate pleasure engulfing his steel and radiating through every cell in his body. He shook, fighting the urge to release as Honey moved her hips in a rhythm that had his heart thudding, adrenaline surging through every cell in his body at convection rate.

  Honey moaned and gripped his neck, her panting and grunting in tune with her movement and the sounds… the mewing, grunting and panting… turned him on even more. Soon he felt her shudder and quake, and she tightened around him and he thought he felt her pussy suction him, the feel making him moan loud and strong as he gripped her hips and moved with her. He didn’t feel deep enough, so he slid down the couch a little and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard as he matched her rhythm. She moved faster, he sucked faster. She slowed, so did his mouth.

  It was incredible, Les thought, attempting to hold off his pleasure until he was sure she’d cum, long and thoroughly. Honey’s hand gripped his shoulder then she brought up her left knee and, gripping his knee behind her, she slammed down on him, her face sweaty and contorted, clearly showing she was enjoying him as much as he was enjoying her.

  “I have to… God, babe… I need to let go again,” Honey squealed. “Now!”

  “Let go,” Les groaned, close to letting go himself. “Fuck… I need to!”

  Les damn near jumped off the couch when he felt something hot and thick roll down his cock as Honey screamed. Holy fuck, he thought, his eyes widening. A woman releasing is beautiful… her face, her body and especially the way she feels when he’s inside her. He couldn’t hold off another second and released, shouting and shivering and gripping her hips with all his might.

  “God, baby,” Honey murmured then moved closer to him, her mouth seeking his. He kissed her, intimately and ever so slowly. She returned it as she gently rubbed her aching nipples against his hard chest.

  When Les’ legs felt like he had feeling in them again, he easily lifted her and smiled at her shocked gasp. Her legs tightened around him and she groaned when he limply slid out of her. He immediately missed being inside her, he thought as he removed the condom and tossed it in the trash.

  He broke their kiss long enough to eye the condom box and, once he grabbed it, he carried her to the bedroom, where he laid her gently on the bed and pressed himself between her opened legs as they continued kissing. For a while, it was enough. Just lying there, kissing and holding one another, moaning at the intimacy and Les enjoyed every second of it.

  “I want you again,” Honey murmured to Les. “I miss the feel you inside me. Do you need my mouth to help with that?”

  Les groaned and rubbed his hard shaft along her slit. “What do you think?”

  “Feels like you did a good job without me.”

  “I couldn’t for the next step,” Les murmured, kissing down her throat.

  “Good thing I’m here. I enjoyed your next step and every one after.”

  Les grinned as he reached for a condom. “So do I, Honey, and I will all night.”

  “I so think I will, too, baby,” Honey smiled then watched as Les rolled on the condom.

  “I’ll take a rain check on that mouth offer.”

  “Mmm,” Honey moaned when he slid inside her. “It’ll definitely be in stock and waiting for you to pick it up.”

  All night, Les sighed to himself as he got out of the car and entered the pharmacy. All night long and he still hadn’t gotten enough of her. But he’d gotten hungry and knew the hotel’s diner was open with the freshest croissants and coffee. He would have ordered some over the phone but he needed to find out when they were leaving. He didn’t have his cell, so, not wanting to disturb his sleeping Honey, he crept from the room and went to the one he shared with Andy.

  Les untangled from Honey then put his trunks back on. He went to the suite on the top floor of the hotel and frowned when neither member of his family was around. He showered, put on fresh clothes, a white tee and shorts, grabbed his cell off his still-made bed then went to the ground floor diner. He’d speak to Andy later.

  Later turned out to be sooner than he thought. He entered the diner and immediately saw his worried-looking twin staring out at the beach, deep in thought as his father paced with his cell on his ear. Les frowned and walked over to the table.

  “What’s going on?” Les asked quickly. “What happened?”

  Andy’s head snapped over to Les. “Damn it, Les!” Andy shouted then hugged his brother. “Where the hell have you been all night? And why the fuck didn’t you answer your cell?”

  “You were worried about me?” Les frowned harder.

  “We all were,” their father David sighed behind them, slapping his son’s shoulder.

  It took effort, but Les managed to pull from Andy’s grip and look at his father.

  “I’m sorry, Dad. It won’t happen again. I left my cell on my bed. I have it now and will answer if you call me later.”

  “Later?” David frowned. “You think anyone is letting you out of our sight today? Your mothers are in their rooms with headaches, worried about you. Son, where were you?”

  Les grinned then looked at his twin.

  “You didn’t, dude!” Andy laughed and punched Les’ arm. “Finally!”

  “Didn’t what?” David asked. He watched as Andy’s eyebrows jumped then shook his head. “One question, Les. You protect yourself?”

  “Yeah, Les,” Andy said. “Condoms, right?”

  “Yeah, Dad one and Dad two. She made sure I was game to wear them and bought some from the gift shop. I opened the box myself.”

  “Excellent,” David nodded. “Glad you listened.”

  “I did, Dad.”

  An hour passed before Les realized it and he jumped up from the booth, shouting to a waitress for the coffee and croissants he came in to get.

  “Whoa, Les,” Andy chuckled. “What’s the rush?”

  “She was sleeping when I came down here. She may be awake by now.”

  “Oh,” Andy nodded.

  “Les, our plane leaves at four and we want to be at the airport at two. It’s already eleven.”

  “I won’t be late, Dad and I’ll pack fast.”

  “Don’t worry about packing, dude,” Andy chuckled. “I’ll d
o it for you. Have fun.”

  “Best brother ever,” Les grinned back as the waitress brought his order. David waved Les off when he attempted to pay. Les thanked them both and took off, grinning hard when he made it to the room. It dropped fast when he couldn’t find Honey.

  He stepped into the hall and spotted the maid for the floor. She said she saw a woman come out about ten minutes before and not seen her since. Les checked every floor and asked every one he’d seen if they’d seen his Honey. No one had a clue who he was referring to. He knew she was staying in this hotel but without a name, he had no idea how to find out where.

  Dejected, Les went back to the room he shared with Andy, to find him packing.

  “Back already?” Andy chuckled. “I didn’t expect you for another hour, at least.”

  “She was gone by the time I got back to the room,” Les scowled and grabbed his case.

  Andy stopped packing and watched his brother’s face fall as he packed.

  “You really liked this one, huh?”

  “I did,” Les nodded, tossing in a poorly folded shirt into his case. “First time ever.”

  “So look her up. You have time.”

  “Can’t. Don’t know her name.”

  “Huh?”

  Les sighed. “She insisted on no names, Andy. I agreed. We didn’t get intimate that way. I mean, it made sense at the time since I wanted her the second I laid eyes on her. I knew there was no way we could be anything, not with this move to California and no idea where she’s going.”

  “You still should have gotten her name, dude. At least.”

  “Yeah,” Les nodded as he threw more clothes in the case. “I can’t believe she just left like that. There was a connection; I felt it. She had to as well.”

  “Maybe she did and it spooked her.”

  “Maybe,” Les sighed. “Let’s keep this part to ourselves, okay?”

  “Of course,” Andy frowned. “You didn’t need to ask me that, Les.”

  “Good.”