Love in Transit

by Jana Aston

  This was where my plan started to veer off the rails really fuckin’ quick. I wanted to be able to tell her I was in love with her, but every time I got to the verge of saying it, I dialed back. I didn’t want to be callus and say I loved her because there was a billion-dollar fortune at stake. I don’t think Reese wanted to hear that was my reason, any more than I wanted to admit it. “Our timing has not been good, I know—”

  She cut my lame-ass excuse off like a sharp knife slicing through a tomato. “Tim said he loved me long before he asked me to marry him. You did just the opposite of that, Grayson.” Whenever Reese brought out my full name she had my full attention. It meant whatever she had to say was important and I should listen. It was weird we had such an understanding at this deep of a level, but we did. Pink and Gray did indeed know each other very well, and there was a whole lot of respect embedded in that knowledge.

  “How so?” I asked.

  “Well, two years ago you told me you couldn’t love anyone, because the emotion just wasn’t in your heart, and now you’ve just asked me to marry you—again.”

  “But that was before—”

  She held up her palm to shut me down. “Tim couldn’t follow through on the marriage, and you cannot deliver on the love. I know you care about me, Gray, I do know, but I need more than just your affection and the approval of our families. Neither of my proposals of marriage, from Tim or from you, are what I would ever choose now. I want—and deserve—to have it all.”

  “Yes, I agree. You do deserve to have it all, and I believe I can give it to you.”

  “Oh, is that right?” she countered. “And just how are you going to give me the love you don’t feel?”

  “By taking you upstairs to my room in this hotel, named after President Thomas Jefferson, and making love to you until you can’t remember your own name, the name of any president who has ever served this fine nation, let alone that idiot who broke your heart two months ago. Reese, if you just let me love you, then I know I will feel it.”

  “So, let me get this right. You’re saying if I go upstairs with you, and we spend the night in your bed doing all of those things that lovers do together when they are naked and in bed, you believe you will feel differently about me than you have in the past?”

  “Definitely.” My brain (cock) heard the words “naked” and “bed” in the same sentence sail off her tongue, and stopped listening at that point.

  “And this magical transformation will happen exactly when, Gray?”

  “When I’m buried inside you and can see into your pretty green-gold eyes as you’re coming all over my cock.” Shit. I just said that out loud I think.

  “Yes, you did,” she answered as she stood up from the table. “Get us another bottle of wine, please.”

  I stared up at her with an equal measure of confusion and fear. She was either saying yes to the sex, or planning my death with a broken bottle to the throat. Maybe both.

  Wasn’t sure.

  Didn’t care.

  Reese found my indecision comical, because she had to bite down on her bottom lip to suppress the laughter I could clearly see behind her eyes.

  “I’m ready whenever you are, so hurry up.”

  ***

  I FOLLOWED HER out of the restaurant like a starved dog after a platter of steaks. I’m sure anyone who saw me with her would’ve confirmed this, but thankfully it was a hot August night in DC, and The Jefferson just happened to be very quiet. We saw no one. This could have been because I was incapable of seeing anyone else in the room once Reese agreed to my suggestion we go on upstairs to my suite and work this controversy out while naked and horizontal in my bed. Although, naked and vertical would also work for me just fine.

  When we stepped inside the elevator, I wasted no time backing her into the corner, the freedom to press myself against her and experience what her body felt like beneath mine, no longer a fantasy.

  She was soft.

  I was so fucking hard.

  She smelled so good.

  I was intoxicated by her scent.

  “I do wish you would kiss me,” she said, her eyes focusing on my lips.

  Some faint sliver of caution had hung on in my conscious mind to wait until we were behind the closed door of my suite—which was a very good thing. Because in walked the Secretary of State and the Speaker of the House to ride in the elevator with us up to the top.

  Now I don’t claim to be an expert on sociology by any means, but I had enough brain matter firing up in my dome to understand the image of the State Attorney General, grandson of President Grayson T. Lash, dry-humping the great-great-granddaughter of President Theodore Pinkarver, in the elevator at The Jefferson, would not ride silently into the sunset.

  “Ahh, I thought that was you, Mr. Lash,” Secretary Carlin said.

  “Madam Secretary, Madam Speaker, hello. How are you ladies this evening?” I offered my hand to each of them in turn; praying to God my jacket covered the indecent display putting on a show behind my fly. Fuck me.

  “Is that little Reese Pinkarver all grown up, you are guarding in the corner, Mr. Lash?” Speaker Morris asked while eyeing the wine bottle in my other hand.

  Reese giggled from behind me and gave a friendly wave. “Yes, it’s me, Madam Speaker. Gray has taken me to dinner, and now he’s invited me up to his suite so we can have some really good se—”

  “Some—good talk—ahh…Reese and I are talking about our plans for the immediate future.”

  I’d stopped Reese from sharing the real plans for our immediate future—defiling each other in my bed over the next three hours or so—but I only stopped her from sharing those plans out loud. Anybody could connect the dots.

  Oh, that sounded bad.

  ‘Worse than bad’ was a lot more accurate of just how I had sounded in my pathetic attempt to converse politely with Speaker Olivia Morris.

  So, I topped off my ‘worse than bad’ with a little shot of ‘stupid fucking moron’ by asking, “What are you ladies up to tonight?”

  Audra Carlin, Secretary of State of the United States of America, shot me a quick wink. “Nothing we can discuss, Mr. Lash, but I assure you it’s not as interesting as whatever you have planned with Ms. Pinkarver this evening.”

  Chapter 7

  Gray

  Reese was still giggling as we burst out of the stairwell that opened up into the hallway leading to my suite. Our encounter with two of the nation’s highest ranking public servants inspired us to get off the elevator and take the stairs the rest of the way.

  It crossed my mind that she’d had a little too much to drink for what we were about to do, but the part of me that wanted her so badly just couldn’t stop from taking what she was offering. There was no more ability for rational thinking on my part. Nothing left in me to steer us in another direction.

  The sound of the door shutting behind us worked like a signal for me. I was on her the second the wine was abandoned on an entryway table. With two free hands I could touch and feel her properly—and keep my promise to make her forget her name.

  She lifted her lips, offering them so sweetly it made me pause for a second, because I knew once I gave in, it would be the end of my restraint. I’d do every dirty thing she’d let me do to her, while honoring any special requests, of course.

  I had been trained to remember a gentleman listens to a lady.

  I took her face in my hands and backed her up. Her lips parted and her eyes opened wide as I flattened her against the wall and kissed her for the first time. A real kiss with my lips pressed against hers, intimate and deep. I pushed my tongue inside for a taste. When she responded by meeting me stroke for stroke, the sexual tension increased tenfold. I felt her hands touching me, her palm pressing against my hard cock through clothing I wished would die in a fire. If she kept stroking me, a fire was probably a real possibility. I needed to take in more of her, but couldn’t stop with what my mouth was doing.

  I moved my hands down her body simultaneously
, our mouths never separating as I found new parts of her to explore. Her slender neck, the curves of her magnificent tits, and finally, all the way down to her equally magnificent ass. My hands stopped there, and I used my grip on her ass to pull her off her feet and up against my body. I felt her legs wrap around me securely, and also the throbbing of my cock from having her so close to me. Desperately linked in a frenzy of kissing, it went on and on, our bodies moving against each other. Connected by heat and seeking friction, the barriers of clothing were our only enemy.

  Shoes dropped from her feet with clunking sounds as they met the floor.

  I started walking at some point, carrying her wrapped around me with her legs split wide—right at the spot where my cock was agonizingly waiting for an introduction inside.

  Somehow I got us to the bed.

  By sheer force of will, I separated my mouth from hers, and dropped her down onto the bed. She fell back onto the mattress with a soft bounce and stared up at me. Her eyes were wild as she caught sight of the tenting from my cock. The admiration in her eyes as she swept them back up to focus on my face was pretty fucking clear. And so goddamn sexy I had to suppress the urge to whip out my cock and come all over her pretty pink lips.

  We stared at each other as I toed off my shoes and shrugged out of my jacket, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud.

  Reese sat up on her knees in the bed, and reached down to find the bottom edge of her dress. I held my breath as she pulled it up her body and then over her head, sending it down to land on top of my jacket. This left her only in some really sexy lingerie that needed to be peeled off her body.

  With my teeth.

  The black lace served as a mere enhancement to what she’d been born with: long legs I wanted wrapped around me again, a delectable ass I wanted in my lap, and perfectly round tits I wanted overflowing in my hands once I took the bra off her.

  She lifted her arms, beckoning me toward the edge of the bed. Her small, delicate fingers started in on my tie, and then my shirt. I stood frozen in time and space, while her hands were busy with my clothes. Once my shirt and tie had met the floor, she efficiently removed my belt, then my pants. I was right in step with her, working in tandem to get us closer to that place we both wanted to be.

  Naked. So very naked.

  “Take off the rest,” I said, while peeling off my socks.

  It was her turn now.

  And she did not disappoint, because her hands went behind her back and released the tiny hooks of her bra at lightning speed, the tight hold of the lace cups coming loose as the two halves separated.

  I held my breath as she brought her arms through the straps…and then the bra was gone.

  Just Reese, remained.

  And also a pair of lacy black panties that were dangerously close to a violent death.

  Restraint was all but gone, once I could see her beautiful, beautiful breasts with my eyes.

  God in heaven help me.

  “You are so perfectly stunning,” I said, closing the distance between us.

  My mouth went to her neck first and then trailed down to the curve at the top of her right breast, all while kissing my way to the tightened bud at the center. My mouth found her nipple and sucked around the peak, drawing back on it until it popped out from between my lips. She protested the loss of my mouth on her with a sexy moan that only served to spur me on.

  I went in again and again, alternating between the two with sucking pulls, until she was an arching, writhing creature ready to be fucked. It sounded so much dirtier in my mind than it was. Because this act was a thing of beauty between us. Reese was beautiful, and we were beautiful together.

  Feeling her grinding against my thigh in desperation sent me into overdrive. I pulled back and stripped out of my shorts, freeing the beast before he turned violent on me. I did the same thing to her black lace panties as I had with my shorts—flung them somewhere across the room.

  “I want in you, Reese.”

  “I want it too. Gray, please—please I need to feel you.”

  “I’m clean, but do you want me using a condom?” I managed to ask at the last second.

  “No—Depo shot—it’s okay if you don’t. I trust you,” she breathed up at me, her hand smoothing down my stomach and abdomen to find my cock and wrap around it in a tight grip.

  I hissed out a groan of pleasure as she gave it a stroke. Her touch… It was like nothing else I’d ever felt before. I’d noticed earlier when she touched me through two layers of clothing, the electricity fired off shocks throughout my whole body.

  I slipped my hands to the back of her thighs and spread her wide open. The sight of her wet slit waiting for my cock was all I needed. My tongue and her pussy would get to know each other a little later on. Right now my cock wanted in, and he wasn’t waiting for a second request. Just the first one from her was plenty.

  I nudged the tip between her folds and pushed in just enough to test her readiness. Slippery wet heat burned through the sensitive flesh, and we both gasped at the contact. Reese lifted her hips to try to take in more of cock, and that was the tipping point for me.

  I was done with limits.

  I thrust forward all the way to my balls, fitting like a glove inside her. She cried my name as she took in every inch of me, gripping my shaft with a heat so intense, I was sure we’d both incinerate. My mouth came down over hers with a deep plunge of my tongue, swallowing her soft cries and moans greedily. I wanted—I needed her mouth and her pussy together at the same time. As I started to move in and out of her in a building rhythm, I realized I needed every part of Reese she was willing to give me. I just needed her.

  We were going to fuck until we both came.

  And then we’d switch it up and fuck in a different position until we both came some more.

  We would fuck and come as many times as we wanted, until we needed sleep more than we needed to fuck. It would happen eventually, and when it did, she would be in my bed sleeping next to me for the rest of the night.

  Then in the morning, I would ask her to marry me, again.

  And this time she would say yes.

  Chapter 8

  Reese

  My head hurt so badly, I was surely in aneurysm territory with the pounding. But no, the real reason for the headache was too many glasses of wine the night before, combined with who was naked and snoring softly beside me in the bed. Gray was a beautiful man in all of his glory, just as God had made him. I could watch him sleeping for a long time and be fully entertained. The rise and fall of his sculpted chest, the shock of sandy hair across his forehead, the calmness showing in his features while at rest. In fact, he looked so very peaceful, I made the decision not to wake him.

  It would be best this way.

  Easier on him, and better for me.

  I had no business sleeping with Grayson Lash, and pretending this could become something real and permanent. My heart was still broken by Tim, unready for more torture. And it would end up being torture for Gray, if he persisted in this marriage thing with me.

  Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember any specific details about the sex from last night, but it was clear we’d done it. There had been a lot of sex, from what I could figure when I went into the bathroom to put myself back together. I might not remember all of the erotic details, but I did recall the conversation Gray and I had at dinner about love and marriage. He didn’t believe in love for himself, but was willing to give his theory a shot with me. That being, if he made love to me, he might feel differently about me afterwards. I didn’t buy into his theoretical argument, but I didn’t blame him for trying either. Gray wasn’t using me. If anything, I was using him. He was simply hoping to make the best of a situation into which we’d both been born. I understood Grayson Lash better than most people probably ever would. I had the very same baggage to carry around on my shoulders, forever. But the fact remained, he didn’t love me, and I was too raw from Tim to open myself up to more heartbreak. And I was certain Gray
could break my heart, if I gave him half a chance.

  I looked like Sleeping Beauty in a reverse negative when I let myself out of his hotel suite. I had my walk-of-shame through the lobby of The Jefferson, before making my way into the waiting Uber I’d requested from my phone.

  Gray would find my note on the elegant stationary supplied by hotel when he woke up. He’d be angry at first, but eventually he would understand where I was coming from. In time, we’d go back to our normal relationship, and last night would feel far less important than it probably felt right now.

  Dear Grayson,

  I don’t want to discuss what happened last night between us. Please respect this request from me, as your dear friend you would not want to hurt, any more than I would ever want to hurt you. I am not able to do this with you right now, so I ask you please understand where I am coming from in a broken relationship. My heart requires more time to heal before I try to open it up to another person. I know the content of your character is excellent, just as I know you are a fine man, who will do so much good for others in your role as a public servant, however highly you aspire to serve. Please take care.

  With love,

  Reese

  ***

  Present day…

  HORATIO MATCHED GRAY’S suit perfectly. The exact same monochromatic festival of gray-ness blended together so well it looked intentional. My usually very protective kitty planted himself on Gray’s lap, and proceeded to purr himself into an enchantment broken only by the occasional twitching of his tail. Traitor.

  Once we were inside my apartment, I told Gray to have a seat, and wait for me while I changed into something that wasn’t a wedding gown.

  As I roughly removed the silk and tulle creation, and kicked it into a corner of my bedroom, I realized Gray had followed my directions without a word of challenge. For once. The mood between us was tense, and we were both exhausted, but I’d let him know earlier that he and I were having this conversation tonight. He wasn’t excused until I said so.

  Maybe he was indulging me because he’d been so traumatized by my asthma attack/ambulance/hospital ordeal. Even though I was fine, and had responded to my rescue inhaler exactly as I was supposed to, Gray was not yet convinced. His experience tonight with me at the ER had really scared him.