by Rie Warren
The seduction broke when Leelee left my arms. She spoke softly, her voice filled with regret. “This doesn’t change anything. I can’t do this, Stone. Not after Patrick, and I don’t wanna get between you and Nicky. I won’t be burned again.”
I’d made her feel good for all of a few hours. I wanted to do that for a lifetime. I felt as empty as the room we stood in. Tossing a few bills on the bar, I took up my hat.
“Can I walk you to your room?”
“No. No, this time you can’t.” Her head held high, no looking back, she strode through the doors.
Even though I said I wouldn’t, I watched the girl of my dreams walk away from me one more time.
The bartender rapped his knuckles down. “Closing time, bud.”
Isn’t that always the way?
Chapter Twelve
Friday: Thrown a Bone
DETERMINED NOT TO BE a stalker-gawker—that guy—I gave Leelee a ten-minute lead before I began my trudge upstairs. The elevator dinged and as the doors opened Leelee barreled straight out into me. I caught her as she fell into my arms.
“What is it?”
“He was there, waiting by my door.” Her eyes were wild.
“The fuck did he do?” Rage pumped through me, pure and primal. “You need to report him. Right now. I’ll go with you.” My teeth were clenched so tight I could barely scrape out the words.
“I can’t.” Her voice was a mere whisper.
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I can’t afford to piss him off! He’s in with the old boy network. He has connections, he’s at all the conventions. He could really screw up my future . . . and Nicky’s too.”
“He mentioned Nicky?”
“Yes. He’s scamming some kind of smear campaign. He knows exactly who Nicky is, and that you’re supposed to be his partner, but he said he’s not falling for it.”
Fuck. The truth was so simple but it could end up being a big wrecking ball to Nicky’s career. I couldn’t blow his cover in public—he’d cultivated his gay persona for years. Then there was my slim hope with Leelee coming down like a roof on top of my head. If her no second chances rule applied to that no-good liar Patrick, I was certain I’d be next on her shit list as soon as she found out the truth.
“Fine.” My jaw jumped. “You’re staying in my room tonight.” And I’m gonna pummel LaForge’s face tomorrow. Bright and early. And maybe all damn day long.
“How’s that gonna work, with you and Nicky?”
“I don’t know, babe. You take the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor, Nicky can have the couch.”
When we reached the door, I slid the key card home and ushered her inside. Nicky looked over from tap-tap-tapping on his laptop then closed it down and stood up. Leelee shuffled backward into me and I grasped her around the waist.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“She’s staying with us tonight.”
Turning into me, Leelee said, “This isn’t a good idea.”
“LaForge is darkening her door, and I don’t think Leelee should be alone tonight.” I kept my arm right where it was around her waist.
“Probably not.” Packing up his computer, phone, and cords, he crossed to us. Leveling his gaze on Leelee, he said, “I think we got off on the wrong foot, but Josh’ll rectify that soon. Have a good night, y’all.”
He brushed past me to the door. I was right behind him. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Leaving you to it.” He gripped the back of my neck and squeezed. “Don’t say I never did nothing for you, man.”
I slapped him on the shoulder in thanks and watched him leave. Damn. I owed him, big time.
“He left?” Leelee spun toward me when I came back into the room.
“Yeah.”
“Why? Why would he do that?”
I placed the fedora on the desk, pulling a hand down the back of my neck. “Because he knows the truth.”
“So I’m the only one in the dark here?”
I was at her side in an instant, cradling her close. “Not for long. You’ve gotta trust me on this.”
“Well, I guess it won’t hurt to stay the night.” She gave me her best glare then sent it around the room with a harrumph. “This place sure is tidy for two guys.”
“I suppose so, compared to the detonation zone of your room.”
I managed to step back before her fist made contact with my stomach. “That was uncalled for, Stone.”
“Hey, I call it like I see it, lady.” I winked.
She stood beside the bed, eyeing the fluffed pillows. “I don’t have anything to sleep in.”
Because that was a problem. Naked was definitely preferable, but I figured I was lucky if I could get lucky later. Besides, it wasn’t about that right now. I’d just watched the woman who held my heart in her hands walk away, now I had one last chance with her.
“Sit,” I said.
She blinked at me before doing as I bade. “What about Nicky?”
I stripped off my shirt and crouched at her feet. “I already told you, it’s not what you think. And if you’re still talking to me by the time this convention ends, I’ll tell you everything. But for now, it’s you and me, and not another word about him.”
Heat flashed into her eyes, making them shine. “You don’t tell me what to do.” She jumped to her feet. “I’ll go stay with Missy.”
Hell no to that. She’d be tied down, trussed up, and possibly gagged, too. “Don’t. I’m sorry.” My hand crushed to my heart, I begged, “Stay, please. I’m sorry. You just make me so . . .”
“So what?”
I peered up at her, both palms coasting from her calves to the backs of her knees, bare beneath the skirt. Bending low, I kissed the turn of her ankle. “You make me crazy to have you.”
“You’re confusing me,” she whispered.
“That’s the last thing I want to do. I’m just”—I blew out defeated chuckle—”between a rock and a hard place.”
Her soft hands touched my hair until I looked at her again. She was scared and she’d been scarred and it showed in her guarded eyes. “You’ve got me on uneven footing here.”
“I don’t want that either.”
“What do you want?”
Skimming my palms along her legs, I said, “You.”
“You can have me, tonight.” Her tone dripped with seduction as she pressed back onto the bed, watching my every move.
“Just tonight?” I lifted her foot and kissed the instep, guiding my tongue to her delicate anklebone.
Her back bowed. I licked her leg to her knee, slowly caressing the trembling skin in my hand.
“I think that’s best,” Leelee gasped.
I’d show her what was best, with my cock in her pussy and her pleading for more, every damn day, all the fucking time. Stilling the beast that reared inside of me, I skimmed the high heels off her feet. I ran my tongue along each arch, listening to Leelee moan. She grabbed the bedspread and tried to spread her legs to me, but I held them closed.
“Not yet, babe.”
Her eyes flew to mine, full of desire. Just the way I liked her. On. Fucking. Fire.
I jerked her forward, half off the bed, above my face. “Want me to eat you?”
She nodded.
Reaching higher, I grabbed the inside of her bodice. I ripped the dress from top to bottom, quickly doing away with her lacy bra and tiny panties. Leelee arched when my open palm slid up her mound, between her breasts, to her mouth where my fingers teased her lips open. Rising above her, I angled my lips to hers. The kiss I gave her was a seductive roll of tongues, the slow motion of mouths. Nothing like my caveman move to get her naked. She coiled around me as our lips lingered until I tracked back, getting to my feet with her wide open before me.
“You, sir, are a cur.” She eyed the torn dress with a half a smile on her lips.
Damn right about that.
My gaze raked from her hips, to tits, to teasing smile. I snatched up one of my T-shirt
s, dangling it in front of her before I dropped it onto her belly. “You can sleep in that, or you can sleep with this.”
My jeans rode low on my hips and I unbuttoned them. The wallet chain clanged. My cock punched through the opening the second I started to shuck the denim down my thighs. After sliding them off my feet, I towered over her.
Taking my cock in one hand, I squeezed my base and groaned. Inches of shaft pumped up, engorged, so ready to fuck into Leelee. “What’s it gonna be, babe?”
I was going to screw every single runaway instinct out of her until she lived, breathed, and thought about me.
No shit. I was turning into a barbarian over Leelee.
Licking her lips, she threaded her hands through the long curls of her hair. The red lengths spread over her shoulders and across her breasts, teasing me with glimpses of ruby-red nipples. “Screw the T-shirt. I want you inside me, Josh.”
A harsh laugh escaped my throat. I slapped my meat against my hand. “This?”
Her feet arched against the bed as she pressed her knees up and open. “Yes.”
Kneeling over her, I thumped my cockhead against her clit. “More?”
She grabbed my shaft too, pumping me with slow strokes. “Not yet.”
Her warm hand left me hungering for more when she let me go. Fingertips slid across my lips and I bit them, nuzzled them. She caressed my chest and stomach, tickling along all the muscles while I struggled to breathe.
Reclining against the pillows, she pointed a finger at me. “Stay.”
“What?”
“Well, sug, you’re such a big boy. I’ve gotta get myself ready for you.”
Holy Christ. I watched Leelee, all that pale red hair shimmering around her creamy curves. Hot, naughty, and tempting, she dipped her fingers between her legs, spreading her lips to show me the glistening jewel inside. She circled outside and up, making all those frills and folds wet. I heard how drenched she was; strands of clear silk slipped between her fingertips.
With my gaze riveted to her, I left the bed, dug through my wallet for a condom, and turned the lights low. I snapped the rubber down my shaft and listened to the wet sounds, her soft low gasps as she fingered herself for me.
“Fuck. You are incredible, Leelee.” My voice rumbled from deep within, my muscles flexed to pounce.
Heavy eyes drifted to mine while she circled her mouthwatering clit. “You think so? Just wait until you’re inside me, Josh.”
That was it. I lunged for her. Her plump cunt was in my mouth before she had a chance to gasp. She came hard as I filled my lips with her taste. I ran my pointed tongue up and down her glossy slit, drinking it all up. My stubble on her pussy, over her clit, between her legs, I ramped her right up again.
Yeah, Leelee was ready all right.
On my knees, I hauled her onto my thighs, spearing inside of her. Her back arched off the bed. I stayed deep, breath sawing out of me, and she fucked me with wanton rolls of her hips.
I pressed her back, into the mattress, kissing her. Soft and slow because she pulsed around me, nearly blinding me. “Babe,” I groaned.
“So good, Josh . . .”
While I ground inside of her in slow deliberate circles, she clawed down my back. Sinking her nails into my ass, she silently begged for more. I rubbed my pubes against her swollen clit until she shivered. But I didn’t want shivers or silent begging. I wanted Leelee screaming.
I sped up. The impact of my pelvis hitting her, my cock drilling into her, was overshadowed by her wails.
“I can go as hard as you want. You just have to ask me for it.”
I slipped out of her pussy, groaning when my cock withdrew completely. My dick was covered with her, the wetness evident when I stroked myself above her, so close to her opening it was a torturous test not to drive inside.
Leelee writhed against me, whimpering. “No one’s ever made me feel like this. No one’s ever needed me so much before. Please, Josh, please. Fuck me.”
“If any man touches you again, I’m gonna kill him.” With her knees held against her tits by my arms, I plunged inside.
“Stone!” She bloomed into instant orgasm.
Her nipples in my mouth, my pelvis pile driving into hers, I heard nothing but her cries and the roaring of blood through my ears. She clamped onto me so hard, I fought to fuck her. Every long-lasting, deep internal throb inside Leelee rippled through my entire body.
Nostrils flaring, teeth grinding, I pulled free of her vise. My shoulders shuddered and my breath stuttered. Ripping off the condom, I straddled her hips. Using two fists and two pumps later, I spilled all over her belly and breasts.
“Tryin’ to prove a point?” Her husky voice worked its way inside of me, and I released one last jet.
My voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper. “Not trying. Think I made it.”
I rolled onto the bed and took her in my arms. Warm come slipped between our bodies, but neither of us cared. In fact, it felt real damn good. Pulling a blanket over us, I tangled my toes with hers and curled her hair around my fingers, bathing her neck with small kisses.
“What about you?” she asked.
I couldn’t believe she was still breathing, let alone conscious and talking after the fuck of the century.
“Hmm?” Her long locks filtered through my fingertips. Her distracting display of full curves and creamy flesh took my libido on another loop-de-loop.
“What do I get to do if anyone touches you again?” Her elbows bit into my chest when she pressed above me.
“You can call me out and kick my ass.”
“Even if it’s Nicky?” Her timid question was an arrow to the heart.
I touched her with tenderness and waited until her lips sought mine. Our skin was fiery hot and we were too close, too electric to do anything but touch and taste. With her soft and open and me hard and ready, words took a backseat to base need. Another condom was rolled on before I pulled her leg over my hips to join our bodies.
Her ass filled my hands as she sank onto my cock from above. Her gasp—”Oh, God, Josh!”—was music to my ears, but it wasn’t enough.
Her arms curled around me, pulling me closer. “How are you doing this to me?”
“It’s all you.” Lying below Leelee, I spread my thighs wider and opened her up more. I braced my feet on the bed and held her hips still with my hands. Pumping my hips, I hit every sensitive place inside of her. My lips ran down to her nipples, drawing them into my mouth.
The slow luxurious drag of my cock in and out had us gasping against each other’s mouths. Her breath sweet, her cunt a tight heat pulling me in, Leelee cried out every time I withdrew. I pushed, and she arched for me. This slow motion lovemaking melded us together. Blazing need poured between us.
I didn’t want to come. I wanted to stay inside her forever.
Fifteen minutes later, maybe more, we were slippery to the touch, still going at it with the never-ending pace.
“Jesus.” Leelee’s nails sheared against my straining shoulders.
I gathered her in my arms until we stretched against each other from toes to joining to lips. I sucked the pulse on her neck so hard a love bite immediately rose. Her cunt rippled around me. She bucked against me but I held her back so she’d come slowly, over and over again.
“Just like this.” I curled my hips and thrust into her.
Leelee flew apart in my arms. Her pussy feathered over me and I shouted, “Yes!”
The long and smooth became heavy, heated, gasping, needy. Rolling her to her back, I pulled her up onto my shaft and planted her feet on the bed. She was gonna take my cock and milk it good. Her hands slithered down my belly, between my thighs, to my balls.
“That’s right, Josh. Fuck me hard.” Her mouth turned to my ear and she bit down. Hard.
My toes curled. The wet smack of our flesh almost made me come. I withdrew from Leelee, so slowly she moaned. My cock was covered in us. Veins rippled beneath my hand as I fisted my shaft. Leelee looked so good
, so open.
Raising my ass up to pound into her, I poised at her entrance. I fell on her with a growl, driving the hard spike of my shaft inside. She climaxed the instant I cupped her ass and pulled her up tight. Grabbing her hair, hauling her head back, I used the handhold of her waist to piston inside of her. Every thrust shuddered through us.
My chin scraped up her neck to her ear and I groaned, “This belongs to me.”
“Yes!” She fastened me in wet, velvet heat, hurrying my orgasm.
I shattered apart. The condom filled with come I wanted to overflow her depths and run back down our thighs.
One more night. Fuck that. An entire life was what I wanted with Leelee. Covering us up, I ran my hands all over her. Our kisses were the sweet, satisfied kind. Afterward, she nuzzled my chest, slowly slipping into sleep.
I turned off the bedside light and held her. I kissed her temple and she snored lightly. A laugh rumbled in my belly. Her cute nose burrowed closer to my chest. Her legs twined between mine. I couldn’t stop feeling her skin, touching her, finally settling my palms on her ass.
An hour or so later, I was still awake, taking Leelee in with all my senses. I glimpsed my phone sitting beside the bed. The screen was blank. No missed messages, no missed calls. God, I missed the kid. He was the joy of my life. I wondered what he’d make of Leelee; he’d probably consider her his own personal Disney princess come to life. I snagged the cell and clicked to a photo I’d taken the week before heading here. Big goofy smile, dimple in his chin, huge hazel eyes, JJ was the spitting image of me before I’d given up on love. The phone glowed while I caressed the screen across his face.
“I miss you, baby boy,” I whispered before I set the phone down. I squeezed Leelee tighter, trying to decipher what she thought of me, if she’d love my son as much as I did, getting way the hell ahead of myself. “But I’m gay,” I muttered.
Quiet, sad, defeated, she answered, “I know.”
I’d probably squished her awake. I clenched her even closer, hating the tears that tripped from her eyelashes.
“I can’t be with you like this.” Her silent sobs almost broke me down. “We have to stop doing this.”
