Contingency Plan

by Fiona Davenport

  I tore my mouth from hers and wrapped my lips around one nipple, licking through the satin of her bra. It wasn’t enough. Reaching around her back, I undid the clasp, allowing me to lower the cups and worship the hard peaks with my mouth, teeth, and tongue. She moaned and arched her back, her hips moving restlessly against mine.

  Quickly unsnapping her jeans, I dipped my fingers into her panties and let her nipple go with a pop, so I could taste my drenched fingers.

  “Fuck, your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. I could eat it for hours. You’re so wet, I’d never go hungry again.” My words and the slight thrust of my hips caused her to cry out, and I was lost. “I fucking need you. Now.”

  I dropped her legs to the ground and spun her around to face the window. “Hands on the glass, baby.” I grasped the waist of her pants and dragged it down and off one leg. Standing again, I pulled out my cock and used a foot to kick her legs apart. My palm pressed down on her upper back, the other slipping around to pull her hips toward me and tilt them up.

  The sight was fucking beautiful. My girl spread out for me, her delicious ass in the air, the stars and mountains just beyond her.

  “Are you on the pill?” I asked. She nodded and I grunted with satisfaction. Although, we’d be remedying that as soon as she signed the paper making her mine, permanently.

  “I’m going in bare, baby. I’m clean and there will be nothing between us. Ever.”

  “Yes, I need to feel you,” she whimpered.

  That was all I needed to hear. I’d felt how ready she was for me, so I lined up my cock and drove into her pussy, bottoming out in one thrust, “Oh, fuck! You feel good.”

  I pulled back and gripped her hips tightly, then plunged in again and again, the rhythm gaining speed each time.

  “Your pussy is mine, Elisa. Do you hear me? That ring brands you. Squeeze me, baby. Show me how much you want that too. Yes!”

  “Brysen!” she yelled, “Oh! I’m—I’m coming!”

  My left hand smoothed up her arm until my fingers threaded through hers and the ring dug into the skin of my palm. I felt the telltale tingle at the base of my spine and my balls drew up tight—I was almost there. Reaching down, I found her hard little clit and on the next thrust, pinched it.

  She screamed my name as her body convulsed in the throes of her orgasm. I followed her with a shout, pouring every bit of myself into her. Shudders wracked my body as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

  As our heartbeats calmed and the aftershocks began to dissipate, I lifted her torso so I could press her back to my front and sprinkled kisses along her neck and shoulders.

  “Fucking amazing,” I murmured.

  “Yeah.”

  I laughed softly at her simple response.

  Turning her around, I finished removing our clothes before sweeping her into my arms and walking toward the bedroom. A glowing fireplace lit the room. Scattered rose petals rested on the bed and floor, and a bottle of champagne chilled in a silver ice bucket.

  “Wow,” she breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

  Turned out, I didn’t need all the trappings to seduce her, but I still would have done it. I would do anything for her.

  Chapter 8

  Elisa

  When I woke up the next morning, my head felt fuzzy, like I’d had too much to drink. Only, I’d barely touched my scotch the night before and had stuck with water after that. I’d been over-served all right, but not by the bartender. I had Brysen to thank for the aches, pains, and bleary eyes. This wasn’t a hangover, it was an orgasmover—one I’d fully earned as an eager participant in Brysen’s seduction. All. Night. Long. What he’d started against the cold, hard glass of the living room windows, he’d finished in the soft, rose petal covered bed. Six times, by my last count.

  With the bright light of day shining through the bedroom window and Brysen’s arm flung over my stomach, it was hard to ignore the craziness of the situation I found myself in. He had been my client for three weeks, my fake boyfriend for one day, and my fake fiancé for a night. Or maybe he was my real fiancé now. He’d swept me off my feet so quickly, I wasn’t certain which way was up or where exactly I stood with him. The only things I knew for sure were I responded to him like I’d never done with any other man—physically, mentally, and maybe even emotionally—and I wanted the chance to explore where this was going.

  As I twisted in his arms and took in the masculine beauty spread out next to me, I knew I’d have to be insane to consider walking away from Brysen. For some crazy reason, he’d set his sights on me. For this weekend at least, I intended to take full advantage of the opportunity. Including a thorough exploration of his naked body—with my tongue. He’d raved about how much he enjoyed my taste, now was my chance to return the favor.

  Moving slowly, not wanting to wake him quite yet, I slid out from under his arm and trailed my fingers delicately over his collarbone before drifting down to his nipples. The puckered flesh called to me and I bent my head to blow on them gently. Brysen shifted on the bed with a low moan and I held my breath. When his eyes remained closed, I gave each of his nipples a quick lick and then continued down his body, licking and sucking along the way. I lightly swirled my tongue around his belly button, stopping when I felt the muscles tighten. I peeked up his body again, and this time, I found his eyes open and his gaze on me.

  “Morning, baby,” he rasped.

  “Morning,” I murmured against his skin, licking a path downward as I kept my eyes locked with his.

  When I reached his quickly hardening dick, I sucked the tip into my mouth and wrapped my tongue around the crown while I twisted my head side to side. His eyes darkening with desire, Brysen reached down and gathered my hair into his hands on either side of my head. Then he wrapped it around his fists, like a naughty set of pigtails while he watched me suck him off. His hips pumped in time with my movements and he groaned loudly each time he left my mouth.

  “Can you take me deeper?”

  I garbled a yes around his dick and he must have understood because his hold on my hair tightened as he took control of my motions. His erection grew bigger in my mouth at my sign of submission. I sucked harder as he thrust into my mouth until he bumped against the back of my throat and I swallowed reflexively. Brysen shuddered and his ass cheeks clenched under my fingertips. Holding him in place, I desperately wanted to drive him crazy. When I hummed around his hard flesh, the vibrations made him jerk against me.

  “Fuck,” he hissed. “I need to pull out. I’m so close, baby.”

  I tightened my hold on his ass and increased the suction on his cock. I wanted him to finish inside me—to taste his orgasm the same way he’d tasted mine. I bobbed up and down, pushing against his hold on my hair. It only took a few more strokes and then I got exactly what I wanted. His cock twitched as jets of come exploded into my mouth. I swallowed, sucked, and licked until he was done.

  “Now that’s a wake-up call.” Pure satisfaction replaced the sleepy look he’d woken up with.

  I yelped when he curled up and hauled me onto his lap. “A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

  “You make it sound like you had to wrestle me to the ground so I’d let you give me a blow job. You’re more than welcome to wrap those pretty lips around my cock whenever you want.”

  “That’s what you say now, but once you get those firm lips of yours on me,” I ran a fingertip over his bottom lip, “it’s impossible to have anything else on my mind except the orgasms I know you’re going to give me. It might be incredibly selfish of me, but I’m already addicted to the pleasure you give me.”

  He nipped at my finger, making me giggle. “You aren’t selfish, baby. You’re perfect, and I want you addicted to me. Just like I am to you.”

  “Yeah, right.” I tried to laugh it off, figuring it was just a line.

  When he cupped my face in his hands and stared deeply into my eyes, it was impossible to ignore the sincerity with which he spoke. “I’m ser
ious, baby. I knew it from the moment we first met. Why else do you think I had this ring in my pocket?”

  My gaze dropped to where he was rubbing the engagement ring he’d slipped onto my finger last night. “It really wasn’t a backup plan? Not just a case of you being a guy and knowing it might take a bold statement to make Zach back off?”

  “This wasn’t me calling an audible, Elisa. It was my Hail Mary pass, hoping for a touchdown.”

  “Audible? Hail Mary?” It was as though he was speaking another language and I needed a translator. Although I enjoyed watching the Giants because it reminded me of my dad, I’d never really learned anything about the game.

  “Football speak,” he mumbled. “We’re going to have to work on that. My wife needs to understand football. How else is she going to help me teach our kids?”

  “Help,” I squeaked. “I’m still a little lost over here.”

  “How about I make it crystal clear for you, baby?” He scooped me up and set me on the edge of the mattress. When he dropped down to his knees between my legs, it dawned on me what he was about to do. My heart raced when he lifted my hand off my lap. Tears filled my eyes as I felt the touch of his fingertip when he traced the gold and diamond ring. He didn’t pull it off like I expected him to, though. Instead, he nudged it further onto my finger and held it in place. “I’ve always been the guy who strikes hard and fast when there’s something he wants. It’s how I made it as far in the NFL as I did. Once I have a goal in mind, I’ll fight to make it there. Only lately, I haven’t had anything to fight for. Not since I fucked up my shoulder and walked away from football.”

  “And now,” I whispered.

  “All of that changed the moment I stepped out of my Lamborghini and the sight of my ideal woman standing in front of my perfect house struck me speechless. I wanted them both.”

  “I thought you didn’t like the house,” I protested, confused. “Why would we go look at so many others if you found the one you wanted to buy that day?”

  “I needed time with you, baby.” His answer blew me away.

  I thought back on all the houses we’d toured, the lunches we’d eaten, and his offer to help me this weekend. “You did it all for me?”

  “Don’t you get it, Elisa? I want this.” He waved between us. “You and me together, my ring on your finger—a symbol showing the world you belong to me. Don’t take that away from me, baby. Tell me you want it, too.”

  It was crazy. The height of insanity. I hadn’t even known him a month, but in my heart, I knew what my answer needed to be. “Yes,” I whispered, throwing caution to the wind. It wasn’t like we were going to run off and get married tomorrow. We still had time to get to know each other before we said our I do’s.

  Chapter 9

  Brysen

  Her whispered yes was music to my ears. I surged forward and took her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Then I showed her how much it meant to me, spending the next couple hours worshipping her body, making love to the woman I was so very in love with.

  Unfortunately, there were several work events on her agenda for the day and we were forced to leave the cozy warmth of our bed sooner than I liked. She kicked me out of the bathroom when I went to shower with her, citing the time and arguing about not wanting to be late.

  I grumbled, but understood her point. Going against my every instinct, I dragged my ass out of the room where she stood naked under a waterfall. I was looking forward to some time on my skis in the snow, hoping the cold would help manage the extra pole I was carrying in my pants.

  Elisa’s morning consisted of “employee only” meetings. I wasn’t too happy about her being forced to spend time with the Botox Brigade without me, but I was able to come to terms with it knowing the diamond on her finger made it clear she was taken. After the night before, I was pretty sure the spineless wimp was duly intimidated.

  Before I hit the slopes, I took the time to make arrangements for Sunday. Elisa would be done by two, so I called up the concierge and gave him a list, trusting he would complete the tasks. Next, I placed a phone call to Maddie and one to Elisa’s sister Charlotte, making a special request. Charlotte wasn’t an easy sell, but I convinced her and she agreed with some trepidation.

  With those things accomplished, I took off for the black diamond trails. It had been a while since I’d enjoyed the freedom of skiing—breathing the sharp winter air, clearing my mind, and focusing on nothing but the slope in front of me. This time, the calm and peace weren’t so much those things as much as they were thoughts of Elisa. She was my center, she had become my reason for being, and by the time I headed back to meet her, I was anxious as hell to see her.

  I lounged at the bar, watching the sports channel while keeping an eye on the elevator. When the doors finally opened and she stepped out, I sped over and lifted her up into a big bear hug, then kissed her soundly. I needed her in my arms, but the pageantry was for any guy who was checking out my girl.

  “Hey, baby. How was your morning?” I asked, my face still buried in her neck, breathing in the scent of cherry blossoms.

  She giggled and wiggled her feet to be let down. “I missed you,” she said, her tone a little shy. The blush that spread across her cheeks and freckled little nose made my muscles tighten with arousal. She was so fucking sexy, and how she managed to be adorable at the same time was beyond me.

  “I missed you, too.” I winked and draped my arm over her shoulders as I led her to another set of elevators. These went straight to the penthouses and I smirked when I saw Ken and Barbie glaring at us, practically green with envy. I enjoyed my wealth, but I didn’t usually throw it in people’s faces. This was one time I went out of my way to show off. Eat your heart out, Bimbo Barbie, Elisa’s got the stud and the dollar signs while you’ve got knockoffs and a limp dick.

  “Go change into your winter gear, baby. I’ve got a night of surprises for you,” I told her once we arrived back in our room.

  I couldn’t keep my eyes off her delicious body while she stripped, but I gathered my restraint and kept from touching her. After bundling up, I walked with her to the ice rink at the back of the resort. When she realized we were going skating, she squeaked with delight and jumped up and down. So. Fucking. Adorable.

  “I used to go ice skating at Rockefeller every Christmas with my family,” Elisa exclaimed happily as she laced up her skates. “Charlotte and I haven’t done it since the year after our parents died. We’ve just been too busy.”

  She stood and wobbled a little, holding my forearm to steady herself.

  “Ready, baby?” I asked, waiting for her affirmation.

  “Yes!” She laughed, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks rosy from the cold. She’d never looked more beautiful.

  We stepped gingerly onto the ice—it had been a few years for me, too—and started a slow loop. As we got more comfortable on our blades, we sped up and the wind whipped at our faces, fresh and clean. I loved living in the city, but the fresh mountain air made me appreciate the move I was making upstate.

  The sun began to descend as we laughed and played like happy kids. Adding to the magic, a soft snow began to fall and I thanked Mother Nature for being in on my plans. Elisa put her head back, stuck her tongue out, and swirled around. She looked indescribable. So gorgeous, she took my breath away. And she was mine. Mine.

  ***

  I checked my watch for the tenth time and called out, “Baby! We’ve got reservations, we need to go.”

  “Keep your boxers on, Brysen. I’m coming.”

  Yelling out “not yet” was just too cliché. That didn’t stop me from thinking it, though.

  “Baby, that idiom doesn’t apply to me. You know as well as I do I don’t wear underwear.”

  “Great,” I heard her voice behind me and turned in her direction, “we’ll match.”

  She stood there, my every fantasy come to life. The black cocktail dress swept across her chest, just above the swell of her breasts, her shoulders were bare, but the sleeves en
ded at her wrists, where my ring twinkled on her hand. The skirt fell to mid-thigh, showcasing her long, long legs with black strappy stilettos on her feet. Her hair was pinned up, emphasizing her slender neck, just asking to be nibbled and sucked. I was instantly hard. Somehow, I kept my outward composure, but mentally, I was drooling and panting like a dog after a bone.

  “Matching?” I managed to croak.

  “Yes, as in, neither of us have anything on under our clothes.” Her sweet laughter tinkled in the air and she winked at me. Son of a bitch. She was naked under that dress. How was I supposed to focus on anything else now?

  Fuck the restaurant, I have my dinner right here. The thought prompted me to stride over and bend to pick her up, but she danced out of my reach and laughed when I growled in frustration.

  “You bought me this beautiful dress, waited for me to get dolled up, the least you can do it take me to dinner before you mess it all up.”

  I huffed in annoyance. “Fine, let’s go before I rip that dress in two and feast on you.”

  Again, she laughed, and the sound brought a smile to my face. I loved everything about this woman, but her laughter was at the top of the list, right next to hearing her scream my name.

  I picked up a cashmere coat and held it out for her to slip her arms in. She shook her head ruefully. “You have to stop spoiling me, Brysen. I feel like a gold digger.”

  I rolled my eyes. “You’re going to be my wife, baby. What’s mine is yours. And, even if you weren’t...” the thought made me frown, “these things are gifts. Now, move your sweet little ass.”

  Giggling, she turned around to let me help her with her coat and I got my first glimpse of the back of the dress. “Oh, fuck no. Get back into that room and change,” I boomed.

  The scrap of fabric that had no business being called a dress was completely backless. Attached at the side of the front piece was a strap, keeping it in place. But there was nothing else, and it rode so low, I would have been able to see the string of a thong, had she been wearing one. That’s when I remembered she was bare underneath. Yeah, that wasn’t fucking happening. “Now,” I stressed firmly.