Hale Series Boxed Set

by Marie James

  My day got a little bit brighter when Lorali called and invited me to a birthday dinner and club outing for Ian. I know Garrett will be there and we can’t seem to keep our hands to ourselves when we’re in each other’s company.

  I’ve been very good with this whole situation. Other than the little show on the dance floor at Club Ice, I’ve never contacted him or requested his presence. I was flirtatious and sexually suggestive in the very beginning, but I’ve never made the first move since we slept together the first time. I have to admit I feel chased. I feel like I’m being pursued, and I know this is very dangerous, because Garrett Hale doesn’t do relationships. I guess I should just count myself lucky that he’s even interested enough to sleep with me more than once.

  I wonder how long the fuck buddy thing will last. Although I haven’t contacted him for a hook up doesn’t mean I haven’t wanted to. Maybe it’s the female part of my brain, but I wouldn’t mind seeing him nightly. I know that’s bordering on a relationship mentality, but I can’t help it. There’s something about Garrett that’s changing me, and I’m not even able to put my finger on what exactly it is. It’s probably him as whole rather than any single one part. He’s unexpected that’s for sure.

  ***

  I know Garrett’s a sure thing, but I still dress incredibly sexy for the birthday dinner. I don’t want him second guessing his decision for this weird arrangement, and I sure as hell don’t want his eyes to wander, leaving him feeling like he’s missing out on something.

  I’m in bright red, sky high stilettos with rhinestone heels, which match my crazy short red skirt and black sequined top perfectly. My only hope is the wind doesn’t blow too hard because this billowy little thing flies up even with the smallest gust, but just in case I’m wearing the sexiest black thong that Garrett will no doubt destroy before the night is over. He seems to like ruining my panties.

  Ian’s limo picked Josie and me up close to seven. It’s really good to see him and Lorali, but I couldn’t help but let my face fall when I climbed in the back and Garrett wasn’t there. Maybe I was wrong in assuming that he’d be at Ian’s birthday party.

  We ride in style to the restaurant complete with glasses of champagne in the limo. I’ve never been to Duo before, but Lorali has reviewed it for The Courier and says it’s excellent. It lightens my mood a bit knowing the food and service will be top notch.

  Once we arrive at the restaurant it’s evident that Lorali has made special reservations because we’re lead across the facility to a quiet room in the back. I can’t help but smile when we cross into the room and Garrett’s already seated at the table. He winks at me and stands, pulling the chair beside him out.

  “You look happy to see me.” He whispers in my ear as he gracefully scoots me back under the table once I take my seat.

  “I didn’t think you were coming when you weren’t in the limo.” I softly reply. I’m not sure what he’s told Ian, but I’ve assured Josie and Lorali that we’re only fuck buddies. I’ve no clue what the protocol is going to be this evening. I’m anxious and don’t know how to act so I sit gingerly with my hands clasped in my lap.

  I feel his knuckles graze the back of my neck before he reseats himself. The cold chills this simple touch elicits is uncontrollable. I almost close my eyes and moan.

  “I wouldn’t miss Ian’s party for the world.” He assures, leaning close into my side. “Especially not since I knew you’d be here.”

  His hot breath on my skin is heaven and I just want to melt into him. His declaration is doing nothing to diminish the growing desire I have to be more than his friend with benefits.

  He reaches down and I can feel him tug my chair until it’s flush against his. I look up to see if anyone is watching and realize the other three people at the table are chattering to each other about what they plan to order from the menu.

  “Unless you want me to ruin those panties you have on, I suggest you excuse yourself to the restroom and divest yourself of them.” My breath hitches at his command. I’m only surprised that he’s given me the opportunity to take them off myself. As I begin to stand, his hand on my arm halts me. “For you, Angel,” he whispers as he hands me a small black box. Curiosity almost wins out but I know better than to open it at the table. I slip the box into my clutch.

  My body is humming as I excuse myself from the table. I make my way through the restaurant to the restroom and close myself in a stall. I slip my panties off and take the little box out of my clutch. My hands are trembling as I snap the case open and almost drop the whole thing.

  Nestled inside the black box on red, crushed velvet is a small, silver, jeweled butt plug and a small, single use packet of lube. What. The. Fuck? I lower myself down to the closed lid of the commode and stare at the contents of the box. I know Garrett and I’ve never talked hard limits before and I’m not even sure this is a hard limit, but it’s rather presumptuous of him.

  Sitting there debating the situation, I hear my phone chime from inside my purse. I rest my clutch in my lap and pull my phone free.

  Garrett: Quit thinking about it and just do it.

  I can’t help but chuckle at his texted command, but when my core clenches as I envision him standing in front of me demanding the exact same thing, I hang my clutch on the door and take the plug from the box.

  The red jewel on the end sparkles when it catches the light. I apply a small amount of the provided lube on the tip of the plug and around the widest part. It’s small and I imagine it won’t be so bad. I raise my leg and rest my heeled foot on the toilet’s lid.

  With a shaking hand, I hold the plug between my fore and middle fingers, trying my best to maintain the grip. Even with trembling fingers, I’m able to seat the plug fully inside. It doesn’t hurt, but there’s more of a full, warm feeling.

  I lower my leg to the floor and give my hips a little shimmy. It’s definitely not painful, but there’s no denying that there’s something back there. Just as I’m making sure my skirt is right I hear another ping from my phone.

  Garrett: While you’re in there, dip those beautiful fingers in to that wet pussy of yours and dab it on your neck. I want to smell you when I lean in to whisper in your ear!

  Well, if I wasn’t wet already I would be now! This man’s going to make me lose my mind. I’ve never been more sexually frustrated and satisfied at the same time, but two can play at this game. I do as I’m told and snap a picture of my manicured fingers two knuckles deep in my pussy. From the angle I took the picture, the jewel of the plug’s visible in the shot. I brazenly send the picture to him.

  After I add my new ‘perfume’, I make my way back out to the table. Garrett’s hardened yet sexually charged face makes me smile. Once again he stands and pulls my chair out for me. I wince as my plugged ass makes contact with the thin padding of the chair. I can’t help but squirm as I try to adjust to the sensation of the intrusion. There’s no denying the growl he emits as he leans in and runs his nose up my neck when he’s pushing me closer to the table. He pulls my chair flush against his once again and adjusts the rather large bulge that’s visible in his pants. It seems he got my text message.

  I reach down to pick up my menu, and Lorali catches the look of confusion on my face once I realize that I don’t have one. “Garrett went ahead and ordered for you since you were gone so long. He said he knew what you liked.” I could slap the smirk off of her damn smug face, but I just grin and nod, slanting my head towards Garrett.

  He cracks a smile at me, “I ordered you the jambalaya.” He says as I raise my water glass to my lips. Loud enough for everyone at the table to hear, he continues, “I know how much you like the sausage.”

  I choke on the water as it hits the wrong spot in my throat at the same time he makes his off color comment. He pats my back as I cough, the grin never leaving his mouth. I also register the grins on both Lorali and Ian’s faces, and if I wasn’t just as embarrassed I would’ve laughed at the look of horror on Josie’s!

  After my
coughing stops, dinner conversation begins to flow easily as it normally would with a group of people who are so close to each other. At some point in the evening Garrett’s hand has managed to land on my bare thigh and I’m instantly grateful for the long table cloth that covers our laps when I feel him tug on my leg, forcing me to rest it across his thigh.

  I gasp when I feel the cold air hit my overheated core. He maintains a conversation with Ian about some project Ian’s working on, while his hand snakes up the inside of my thigh. I try to hide my gasp when his fingers make the initial sizzling contact with my neglected clit. Just when I think he’s going to rub my little bud, his fingers skate further down, sinking into me. I have to clear my throat with a small cough to avoid the gasp that wants to fall from my lips.

  His fingers are gone just as quickly as they showed up. I turn to glare at him, pissed that he’d tease me like that. I see him reach towards a strawberry on his dessert plate with fingers glistening from my arousal. He plucks the fruit up and slips it and the tips of his fingers in his mouth. His moan almost has me coming on the spot.

  He continues this back and forth until all of his fruit’s gone and I’m ready to throw him down on the table and fuck him right there! I can’t even concentrate on holding a conversation with Lorali and Josie so I just nod my head and give short answers when they ask me something directly. I don’t know what’s working me up more, the feel of his fingers inside of me or the fact that he has been licking me off of them for the last fifteen minutes.

  I’m sure he’s done once he pops the last piece of pineapple in his mouth and rests his hands in his lap. I’d thought it was weird when he ordered a side of fruit for dessert when they have dozens of other more exotic choices but the lack of stimulation helps me to realize he had this planned from the onset.

  Just as I’m able to focus more on Lorali and Josie’s conversation about a science experiment Josie is planning on doing with her school kids, I feel his hand reach over once again. He slowly strokes his fingers in and out and I’m getting so close to orgasm that if he leaves me hanging this time I’ll likely stab him with my butter knife. Luckily for him he continues and it doesn’t take long before I’m seized by the first wave of release. I grip the table’s edge with both hands and try not to scream.

  Just as the convulsing of my core begins to wane, he pulls his fingers from me and taps the jewel on the plug, sending jolts of pleasure through me, prolonging the already record level orgasm. I do my best to hide what just happened, and no one at the table seems the wiser. Had they actually been paying attention, I’m sure the flush on my cheeks and my heaving breaths would’ve given away our little game.

  I can’t wait to get to the club because I need a minute alone with Garrett to explain that this can’t ever happen again, and then beg him to do it anyways.

  Chapter 21

  Garrett

  Fuck! The sensation of Alexa’s pussy clenching around my fingers at the restaurant nearly sent me over the edge! If I were a stronger man, a better man, I’d never put her in a situation like that. Fortunately for me, I’m not.

  I honestly didn’t think she’d put that plug in, but when the picture came across on my phone I nearly blew my load in my pants, right there with no physical stimulation. I’ve met my match with this feisty ass redhead, and the idea of that leaves a smile on my face.

  We’re the last ones to leave the table and Alexa’s knees nearly buckle when she stands, the orgasm combined with the still inserted plug seem to be almost too much for her body to handle. I catch her as she waivers and run my tongue along the scope of her neck, and taste a hint of her wetness she’d put there earlier.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you in that tight ass of yours later.” I growl in her ear. The look of trepidation on her face makes me smile because I know she’s trying to figure out how my size will even fit there. I don’t want her to be scared all night so I add, “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll make sure you like it.” I never took her for an anal virgin with how wild she is and I was sure she wasn’t when I got the picture of that plug in her ass, but the look on her face tells me I may have been way off base.

  I decided not to bring it up again until we’re alone and can discuss it further. I nibble on her ear and smack her on an ass cheek. Her gasp and tender moan tells me she’s still riled up and the plug’s keeping her on edge; just where I wanted her.

  The ride to the club is very animated but I still catch Lorali’s knowing glance several times. I glare at Ian, attempting to tell him I’ll never trust him again with anything. I’m sure he was the one to tell her what I told him about the situation with Alexa until I catch Alexa shooting the same judicious grin to Lorali. Apparently everyone knows what’s going on, yet no one is verbalizing it; which is a good thing because I couldn’t even begin to explain what exactly is going on between us.

  I made special arrangements for VIP service at Synergy tonight. I kind of got the impression that tonight is bigger than just a birthday party for Ian. My club choice is also two fold, the vibe is out of this world and I wanted the opportunity to let loose with Alexa. I knew I couldn’t do that at my own club; my expectations are set high for my employees and I would never drink and party in front of them.

  As soon as we pull up to the valet, the limo door is tugged open and we file out. The pulse of the club hits me as soon as I step out on the sidewalk and the tantalizing sway of Alexa’s hip lets me know tonight’s going to be awesome.

  I place my palm at the small of her back and guide her into the club. We’re shown immediately to the exclusive VIP area and our drink order is placed. I’m tired of keeping my distance from Alexa and since everyone’s in the know, I force her to sit on my lap when I settle down on the leather sofa.

  She wastes no time after she’s firmly situated on my lap to start rubbing her ass over my erection. I’ve been rock hard almost every second since she walked into the back room of Duo and I got an eyeful of her in that skimpy ass skirt; red is definitely her color, and I smile knowing I picked the perfect plug for her. If I don’t find relief soon, I may have to contact the doctor. They say after four hours of being erect you should seek medical attention; I pray that’s only for issues related to sex enhancing drugs. Since the sight of Alexa is all I need to stand at attention, I think I’ll be fine.

  The nervous look on Ian’s face grabs my attention. He looks like he’s about to pass out and his fingers keep drumming on his pocket. He stands up and situates himself in front of Lorali. I pinch Alexa’s ass to get her attention.

  “What the hell, Garrett?” She hisses at me. I hitch my head towards Ian and Lorali.

  Just as she turns her head, Ian hits one knee. This mother fucker is about to do this shit!

  Before Ian can reach into his pocket and pull out the little box, Lorali has tears running down her face and a trembling hand covering her quivering mouth.

  “Lorali,” Ian has to clear his throat before he can continue, clearly affected by Lorali’s reaction to his apparently imminent question. “I know we haven’t been together long, but you’ve completely turned my world upside down since the first time you ran into me.” He reaches up and catches a tear on her cheek with his finger. “And I’ve loved every second of it…I love you…will you make me the happiest man on earth? Will you m…?”

  “Yes!” She shrieks before he can even finish the question. I can’t help but chuckle at her eagerness. She reaches for him and they embrace. After the longest hug in history Ian pulls the huge diamond from its spot in the small box and places it on her finger.

  “Congrats you guys!” I cheer, raising my glass in a toast.

  I look over at Josie and she’s a blubbering mess just like Lorali…women. I almost don’t even want to see Alexa’s reaction. I’m terrified that she’ll have the ‘maybe one day’ look on her face. When I do manage the courage to look up at her, I’m relieved that she has a small congratulatory look on her face and before too long the music has her attention all over again and
she’s gyrating on my cock.

  Every once in a while I can feel the hardness of the plug rub against me and it has my cock thickening to an ungodly size. From the looks Ian and Lorali keep giving each other they’ll either start fucking in VIP or they’ll be leaving soon. I honestly wanted to dance with Alexa tonight, that is, after all, why I choose a club that wasn’t mine. The idea that I want to do normal activities outside of the bedroom throws me for a loop. Historically, the only time I can be found wooing a woman is before I get her under me, which is technically what I’m doing tonight, but I know it’s not necessary as Alexa would be down with fucking in the bathroom stall. I shake my head, ridding it of all thoughts but seducing Alexa.

  I slide my hand up her back, grip a handful of hair at the nape of her neck, and pull her towards my chest so I can whisper in her ear. Her half-mast eyes and the sweeping action of her tongue against her lips tell me she loves me like this. “Wanna dance, Angel?”

  She shakes her head yes and grinds her ass down harder on me. I hiss. “Keep doing that and this party will be over before we even get started.” Her hips slow, but she’s too far gone to halt the action altogether.

  I reach under her and give her a little push to get her to stand up, and she takes this opportunity to wiggle her tight little ass right in my face. If we were alone I’d reach between her legs and pinch her clit, but that’s a little extreme considering we’re in mixed company. I opt to just smack her hard on the ass instead, smiling at the little squeak she makes.

  Making sure she’s blocking our table mates’ line of sight, I stand behind her and do my best to adjust my cock to a less conspicuous position; it provides minimal help.

  I glance over at Josie and notice her yawn and then look to Ian. “We’re going to go dance.” They all look over to us.

  “I think we’re going to head out soon anyways,” Lorali yawns as she looks over at Josie. “Josie has to work early in the morning.”