by Lea Hart
“If you’re going to misbehave, then it damn well will be with me. But we’re not putting an end date on it. Let’s see what happens and then go from there.”
“I was hoping for a one-and-done, but if we have fun…then I guess we could do it again.” She straightened her cutlery and then looked up. “The most important thing is that whatever happens between us doesn’t become public knowledge.”
“I’m not good enough to be seen in public with?” he asked angrily.
“No! Sheesh…don’t get your boxers in a twist. The reason I want to keep it private is that I don’t want my overprotective brother up in my business, and you’re a client.” Watching his frown made her realize she’d bungled this whole thing. “Are you okay? I thought you’d like the idea of a one-and-done.”
“Not really. I feel like this is bad karma biting me in the ass. I’ve made the speech you just gave me too many times to count and I have to say it’s not a lot of fun to be on the receiving end.”
She leaned forward and covered his hand. “You have to tell me where I went wrong because I plan on giving that speech a lot over the next couple of years.”
Groaning, he sat back and scrubbed his hand over his face. “Just kill me now.”
“These sand dabs look delicious.” She lifted her fork, offered him a smile, then dug into her food. Seemed he was being a little dramatic. All she’d done was take a page from his book…not his book specifically but the book of fun in general. The only thing different was that she had requested discretion. Didn’t seem that much to ask.
Maybe it wouldn’t work out with Matt for a quick romp, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t find someone else to romp with. All she wanted was something light, fun, and uncomplicated. She was done with the introspection and suffering. The last year hadn’t made the debacle any easier to understand and another year probably wouldn’t either.
The sad truth was that she hadn’t been enough for Grayson. They’d dated for four years before becoming engaged, and you’d think that he would’ve figured it out before he asked her to marry him. When he’d told her that he didn’t love her enough, a part of her broke. A part that might never mend.
Which might be okay, because she had a lot of other parts that did. The one thing she’d discovered over the last year was that doing nothing didn’t unbreak your heart. Doing nothing didn’t unbreak your spirit. So, it was time to do something. Hopefully with the man sitting across from her.
Matt was a sexy alpha beast and she wanted to see what tangling with him felt like. In fact, she wanted to see what a lot of things felt like. Following a plan, following the rules had gotten her nowhere. It was time to take a big bite out of life and see what she liked. Truth was, she had no idea.
Her limited experience hadn’t given her enough opportunity to see what she enjoyed. For all she knew, she could be interested in being a dominatrix. Though that seemed like a lot of work. She was large and in charge in most areas of her life, and she had a feeling that being in charge of her sexual satisfaction was going to be one too many things.
But she was keeping an open mind. Who knew what she was going to discover? Matt still had an unhappy look on his face, and she didn’t know why. She’d thought being upfront would make things easy, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Was she supposed to keep her mouth shut and let the man make the offer? She had never kept her mouth shut in her life.
Mama had always said that she was making arguments from the moment she could speak. Which of course wasn’t true. It wasn’t till she turned five and wanted a boy to quit bothering her that her ability to argue really started to develop.
All she’d ever had was her words, not like her brothers who could use their hands to decide arguments. Boys had more options when they wanted to express their frustration or decide a fight. She’d envied that from the moment she figured it out. The world didn’t work the same for men and women and she understood that. So, she’d learned to use what she had, which was her mind and her words.
Looking across at Matt, she realized that she hadn’t used the right ones. He had a big ol’ frown on his face and she knew it was because she had offended him. Which was the last thing she wanted to do. “How is your food?” she asked sweetly. Maybe she was supposed to do some seducing since she brought up the sex. Maybe the roles were reversed.
“It’s fine. I can see that your plate is clean, so I don’t have to ask you.”
“I eat fast. I always have. Mama said it was because I was dying to get up from the table as soon as I could. Which was true. After we ate supper, there was always about an hour of daylight left, and I liked to be outside on my tire swing until the sun set. I always helped Mama cook, so I didn’t have to do cleanup. My brothers did, which meant they were stuck inside. Why they never figured that out was a mystery to me.”
“You had a plan from the beginning. I can see that now.”
“Maybe.” She shrugged and drank some water. “Did I really offend you?”
Matt wiped his mouth and shook his head. “No. It was just strange hearing words I’ve spoken a hundred times come back to me.”
“Is that a bad thing or a good thing?”
“Not sure. All I know is that we’re not a one-and-done. So, you can forget that. Let’s just see what happens and take it one day at a time.”
“No relationship, though. I’m not going down that rabbit hole again. I have a lot of exploring to do and nothing is going to stop me.”
“Maybe you can do that exploring with me.”
Looking at his handsome face and all-American smile made her think that was possible. But she knew he wouldn’t last but a couple of weeks with her, if that.
Maybe the problem was, he didn’t want that pointed out. Which she understood on some level. “Maybe.” When he nodded his head, she felt bad, because she knew they wouldn’t make it into next month. As clear as she tried to be, she couldn’t force him to hear her words for what they were—the truth. Matt was the first stop on her voyage and she had many more to go. No matter what he said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Saturday, February 4th
Ten Goddamn days. That’s how long it had been since he’d seen Bree. After their dinner in Santa Cruz, they hadn’t managed five minutes together. One second she was wanting to misbehave with him and the next she was jumping in her car spouting excuses about an early morning meeting.
Well, all that ended today, because he was in a cab on his way to her door. The fact that he had to hunt her down in a hotel in Houston was just a minor detail.
Winning a championship belt was proving to be more useful that he could’ve imagined. The UFC had invited all the title holders to attend the Super Bowl. It just so happened that Bree was in Houston and was supposed to escort one of her clients to the NFL Honors. No way was he going to let her go out with that stupid quarterback without making sure she was taken care of. And by taken care of he meant good and satisfied. He was going to mark her with his seed and his mouth before she stepped foot outside the door. Then he was going to do it all over again when she got back.
He was a pig and he didn’t care. Whatever it took to make sure she didn’t get ideas about anyone else. Running his hand across the back of his neck, he breathed deeply. She’d been torturing him with texts for the last seven days and he couldn’t take any more.
If he was being honest, it was his own damn fault. He’d been the one to start it. All he’d asked for was a picture, just a little something to keep him company while he’d been doing promotional events for the UFC. It was lonely on the road and he wanted something for those nights in the hotel. Well, she’d given him something. Tempting little visual puzzle pieces.
The first picture was of her shoulder with her bra strap falling off. When had a shoulder become so enticing? The second was of her lower back, with just the top of her thong showing. And on it went. Her finger on her thigh, the arch of her foot, her neck, a small slice of cleavage. The last one had been the kicker. It was
a picture of her bra and panties on the floor of her bathroom with the tub filled with bubbles in the background. The woman was a devil and he was going to make her pay. Only when she begged was he going to give her release.
She had no idea he was in town, so it had been easy to get information out of her. They’d spoken an hour ago, so he knew her room number, her schedule for the day, and exactly how much time he had to make her his. By his calculations, he had around five hours before she had to get ready for her shindig. That should be plenty of time for the first round.
The cab pulled up to the hotel and he glanced out the window. The name of her hotel was the Granduca. It was in the middle of Uptown Park and looked like an Italian villa.
He paid the cabby, jumped out, and strode through the entrance. He walked quickly toward the elevator. Once he went in and punched her floor number, he tried to get himself under control. The excitement he felt was similar to what he experienced before a fight. Which might be a bit much for Bree, considering she wasn’t expecting to see him. If he went in there with all his testosterone pumping, she might freak and push him right back out the door. He rolled his neck, then shook out his arms. One second at a time, one minute at a time, nice and easy.
When the doors slid open, he slowly walked down the corridor and tried to adopt a calm attitude. By the time he was knocking on her door, he had pretty much failed.
Hearing her southern drawl as she said, “Hold on,” hit him perfectly. It was just what he needed to calm down. It was just Bree, his dream girl. No big deal.
Yeah, sure.
The door opened and she stood before him in a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt. Her hair was damp and she had on no makeup, and he’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. “Hey.”
Her hand flew to her mouth and she let out a little scream. Stepping in, he crowded her back into the room. After he cleared the door, he kicked it shut and spoke. “I missed you.”
When he opened his arms, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck with a grip a couple of fighters would be jealous of. He wasn’t sure if she was crying or laughing. Maybe both. Her face was pressed against his neck and he felt her warm breath. Seemed his little surprise was going to work out. “I came over so we could get started on that misbehaving we talked about.”
Bree lifted her head and kissed him with more welcome that he ever could’ve hoped for. When she released his mouth, he said, “I figure we have some time before you have to get ready.”
“I’m beyond happy to see your face. How did you get more handsome in the last ten days?”
Laughing, he let her slip down his body. When she made a move to step away, he flattened his hands on either side of her shoulders to cage her against the wall. Pressing his hips against her to keep her in place, he shook his head. “You’ve been torturing me with puzzle pieces of your body, and I’m going to see the whole damn thing, so get ready.” When she started to laugh, he framed her face with his hands and kissed her square on the lips. Her hand fisted into his T-shirt as he deepened the kiss, and the next breath brought the moment he’d waited for…her surrender. Her other hand moved around his neck, and he knew that he’d been right about her all along…she was his dream girl.
Their tongues tangled and her body melted as sexy sounds of pleasure slipped from her mouth. The kiss was fast and urgent and Matt hoped like hell he would last. She’d been seducing him for a week and his patience was about used up. Needing to see if she was as turned on as he was, he slipped his hand into her yoga pants and discovered she had no panties on. “Goddamn,” he muttered as he moved his fingers between her legs. Feeling her wetness made his arousal climb higher.
After wrenching his mouth away, he pulled in a breath and stared into her unfocused eyes. Lust had hit her as hard as it hit him. The soft, aroused sound of need in the back of her throat told him they were going to light the place on fire. When her hand slid down his stomach, slipped into his jeans and curled around his stiff cock, he gritted his teeth.
Control. He needed some damn control. Moving his hips away, he slid his fingers out of her slick folds and laughed when she groaned. Moving his fingers to his mouth, he licked her honey and then smiled. “You taste good.”
Lifting her up, he turned toward the bedroom. “Naked. Now.” It took ten steps for him to arrive at his destination in the small suite. When he saw the iron bed frame, he laughed. “Looks like I get to tie you up if you want.”
“The only person tied up is going to be you.”
Lifting her T-shirt over her head, he responded, “We’ll see about that.” He moved his hand to the strap of her white bra and slid it off her shoulder. “I’ve been fantasizing about this moment since you sent me that first picture. You’re fucking perfect.” He devoured her with his eyes as his mouth watered for a taste. He moved his hand to her back, unclasped her bra, and watched it fall away as he muttered, “Yes, please.” Her full breasts begged for his hands and mouth and he immediately answered the call. After she dropped one of her shoulders, the garment slid off her body and he filled his palms with her plump flesh and lightly pinched her nipples.
“Mmmm. I’m glad you came to Houston,” she said as she leaned into his hands.
“Me too, honey.” He bent his head and flicked his tongue across her rigid nipple, which made her body shift so that one of his thighs was between her legs. He nipped her breast, then sucked her deep into his mouth. She arched her back. So responsive.
As moans of pleasure escaped her lips, she began riding his thigh, which was wedged up against her sex. Feeling her chase the pleasure he was giving her made him pray he didn’t come in his damn jeans. The friction against his aching cock was so overwhelming, so good, it made him desperate to get inside her. And when he did bury himself, it was going to be so deep that she’d never forget he’d been there. She’d talked about a one-and-done and he knew they were going to have a one-and-never-done. He’d make damn sure of that.
Yeah, he wanted to fucking own her.
Releasing her nipple, he ignored the sound of protest, got rid of his clothes, and then peeled off her yoga pants. When she stood before him naked, he felt like he’d opened the best damn present in the world. Stepping back, he lifted her hands and looked his fill. He’d been right the first night he met her…she was his dream girl. Round and soft in all the right places. “Can’t decide where I want to start.”
Slipping her hands away from his, she cocked her head. Placing her finger on her lips, she waited before speaking. “I think maybe I should start. You are one fine-looking man and I think it’s ladies’ choice.”
“The lady can have a choice…my fingers or mouth. Which one do you want first?”
Frowning, she turned and stepped away. “That’s not what I meant.”
He almost tripped over his own feet trying to get at her. Bree probably had the finest ass in all the world, and he was going to have to take her there eventually. Crowding her, he stood against her back and wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his face in her neck and ran his tongue along her soft skin. “You can do whatever you want to me the second time around.” When she shivered, he took that as a yes.
He unclasped his hands, slid one down the front of her body, and dipped between her thighs. She was soaked and he had to bite back a growl. Her sex was so swollen, so slippery and hot, it took only a couple of strokes across her clit to push her to the edge of orgasm.
With a cry of need, she moved her hips back and forth across his hand, her body seeking relief. “Don’t stop,” she begged.
“You ready to come for me?” He breathed against her neck as his cock pushed hard against her ass. He was aching to be where his fingers were. Patience, he reminded himself.
Groaning, she managed to mumble, “Yes.”
Another direct, firm caress across her clit and her entire body began vibrating. A low moan and a rush of moisture coated his fingers as she rolled her hips against his hand and came. Saying his name again and again
.
He was dying to have her body do to his cock what it had just done to his hand. Removing his hand from between her legs, he quickly turned her around and lifted her on top of the bed. The satisfied, dazed smile she gave him made him feel ten feet tall. Taking himself in hand, he stroked his aching cock and smiled. “Let me in, Bree.”
Her eyes started to focus as she studied his thick, solid erection. When little lines appeared between her brows, he wondered what was going on. “What?”
“I hope you don’t break me in two.”
He lifted his knee to the bed, crawled up her body, and laughed. “We’re going to be perfect.”
“Condom,” she said as he began lowering his body.
“Almost forgot.” He jumped off the bed and pulled his jeans from the floor, digging the strip of condoms out. Holding it up, he grinned. “This should work.”
“I had no idea you were an optimist.” Scooting up the bed, she laughed and shook her head. “That’s enough to last the week.”
“That’s funny.” He climbed on the bed and leaned up on his knees. He tore one of the condom packages with his teeth and then rolled it on. “These are not going to last us the night.”
Her laughter answered his bold statement, and he enjoyed the sound as he lifted her leg on his arm. After guiding himself to her silky heat, he slid himself just inside her entrance. “That’s it, Bree. Let me in.” When she softened, he slid in further and then slowly eased into her heat until she accepted him completely. Torture. That’s what being inside Bree was. A couple of drops of sweat plopped down on top of her chest, which made her smile. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this,” he said.
“A big bad fighter brought to his knees by a small woman. Can’t say I don’t find that entertaining.”
He slid out, then thrust mercilessly and hit her cervix. When a moan of pleasure came out of her mouth, he figured he’d made his point. “I may be on my knees, but honey, we’re going to explode together.” Her tempting body sucked him inside and her tight channel gripped him like a fist perfectly. “I’m gonna make you feel good.” When she nodded in agreement, he started thrusting in earnest, pulling out and working himself back in with deadly precision. She moved in counterpoint to his unrelenting rhythm and accepted every inch of him. When decadent sounds escaped her mouth in appreciation, he doubled his efforts.
