“Bossy much?”
I smirk at him and move toward my bed, crawling on top of the comforter until I’m on all fours in front of him. I part my legs slightly and reach down, using my index finger to gently drag it through my soaking pussy and then bring it to my lips. I look back at him over my shoulder and suck my finger clean.
His entire body goes rigid, but he obeys by stripping off his shirt and removing his jeans and boxers. I reach in my dresser drawer and pull out a condom and hand it to him. He rips it open with his teeth and slides it over his cock. The sight of him naked with a giant erection is absolutely glorious. He’s all muscle and hard planes. Delicious.
“Fuck me,” I demand.
“Samantha.” He hisses my name as he drives into me, balls deep in one severe thrust.
I cry out as he stretches me completely. He’s so damn big, and hard as concrete, and the way he fills me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I feel…complete. The fact that my body is still feeling the effects of my first two orgasms makes me feel him infinitely more, and I gasp when he pulls out before slamming back into me. Hard. I clench around him and grin when I hear him blow out a sharp breath.
“Christ,” he bites out. “I fucking love the way your pussy feels. So fucking good, baby.”
Tightening his grip on me, he starts fucking me, and I arch my back, loving how good it feels. My fingers claw at my comforter, desperately grabbing fistfuls of the cotton material as pleasure ripples through me again and again. His hands hold me in place as he plunges hard and fast, owning my pussy in the rawest way possible.
“More,” I rasp. “I need more.”
He smacks my right ass cheek, and I moan at the sting that follows. “You like it rough, baby? You like how it feels having my dick deep inside you? You like being fucked?” He smacks my ass again as he continues to pound into me.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh God, yes.”
“I knew you would, you filthy fucking girl.”
I rock my hips against him with every thrust, and my desperation kicks in as my orgasm begins to brew like a storm in Texas, and I know it won’t be long before I’m sent over the edge. Sweat slicks our bodies, and my breaths are coming out in short, uneven spurts. I reach down between my legs and find my clit, rubbing in fast, even circles.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. I want to watch you come all over my hard cock,” he growls.
His words do the trick, and I throw my head back as my orgasm rockets through my body at lightning speed. “Oh, God, Ryan!” My body is still pulsing around him when a deep growl emits from his chest, and I feel him shudder behind me as he comes long and hard.
I collapse on top of the bed, and Ryan lies beside me with a satisfied grin on his face. “Damn,” he says, stroking a finger along my cheek.
I smile and lean in to kiss him. I love how multifaceted he is. How he’s capable of fucking me raw one minute, and the next kissing me tenderly like I’m the most fragile thing in the world.
“So, I have a question for you.”
“Shoot.”
“There’s a charity gala Saturday night that I need to attend… Actually, Kelsey and a couple other people from my company will be there, too, and I don’t want you to feel obligated, but I was hoping maybe you’d go with me as my date…”
He rolls onto his side and props himself up with his arm. “I’d love to go.”
“Are you sure? Because I promise I won’t be upset if you’d rather just stay here.”
“Samantha, if it means I get to spend time with you, I’m in. I only have three days left before I have to leave again, and I plan on spending every minute that I can with you.”
I nod, elated that I’m going to be able to spend Saturday night with him, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I remind myself this is just a fling. Growing attached is not an option when he’s leaving so soon, but the idea of saying goodbye makes my heart ache, so I push the thought away for now.
Chapter 9
I GRAB HOLD OF the banister as I make my way downstairs, careful to lift my dress with my free hand to avoid stepping on it. The dress cost me a small fortune, but appearances are important when it comes to events like this. While the most important part of the evening is, of course, the charity, I’m still considered new blood in this community, and if I want a fighting chance of getting my products into some of these stores, it’s crucial that I make a positive lasting impression.
I spent months shopping the various department stores before ultimately picking out this dress. It’s a Hervé Leger classic in crimson red with a plunging V-neckline in the front and small cut-outs on the sides right above my hips. It’s sexy as hell, but still classy, and from the way Ryan’s body goes rigid as he watches me descend the staircase, I know I made the right choice.
“Jesus, Samantha.” He steps toward me and takes my hand, helping me off the last step. His expression is intense and heated as his stare rakes over me. “You look stunning.”
He leans in and kisses me softly, his tongue gently sweeping against mine. The kiss stirs memories of the other night when it wasn’t just my mouth his tongue was exploring, and I’m instantly aroused. “You clean up pretty nicely yourself.”
He chuckles, and I take the opportunity to drink in how absolutely delicious he looks in a suit. The material fits him perfectly, molding to all of the hard lines and muscles on his body, and my pulse quickens when I see he found a tie that matches the exact shade of my dress. He runs his thumb along my palm as his teeth find the edge of my earlobe, sparking a violent bolt of lust in me. “Don’t get too comfortable in that dress,” he warns, his lips grazing along the column of my neck. “Because as good as it looks on you, I’m really looking forward to taking it off.”
My breath hitches. “Maybe we should just skip the gala. I can send them a check instead.”
Amusement flashes in his eyes. “As enticing an offer as that is, we both know you’ll regret it if you back out now. Besides, anticipation is half the fun.” He winks and lowers his voice. “When you’re sipping champagne, I want you to think about my cock pounding deep inside your tight little pussy, and when you’re sitting at a table filled with people, cutting into your chicken, I want you to remember how good it feels when I’m fucking you, owning you, because tonight after we get home I’m going to make you come so hard, you won’t even remember your own damn name. So enjoy yourself at the gala, but don’t forget that by the time we leave, I want your panties soaked in desire.”
“In that case, I can’t wait to get back home.” I reach for my shawl and slowly drape it over my shoulders, reveling in the knowledge that every movement I make he’s watching like a hawk eyeing its prey. His promise has me so turned on, I can barely walk straight, and he knows he doesn’t play fair. Deciding two can play that game, I grab my clutch off the credenza and turn to glance at him over my shoulder before we leave. “Oh, but speaking of anticipation, I should probably mention, there’s just one little problem with your plan. I’m not wearing any panties.”
I walk out the door with a grin on my face, knowing I just left him floored.
***
There are hundreds of spaces in San Francisco available for large-scale events, but there’s something magical about the iconic Regency Center. The Regency Center is a three-story cultural icon and is stunningly decorated for tonight’s event. Tables sheathed with crème tablecloths are adorned with giant floral centerpieces, and servers wearing crisp uniforms and white gloves are passing through the ballroom carrying trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres. At the front, a string quartet is playing an upbeat melody, and upstairs, people mingle while perusing the tables covered in silent auction items.
Ryan takes my hand as we walk inside, and he grabs two flutes of champagne, handing me one. “Here’s to a fun night for a good cause, and being the luckiest man here because I’m with the most beautiful woman in the room.”
I smile through the compliment as our glasses clink and we each take a sip. W
e begin to wander through the ballroom when I hear someone call my name. Turning, I see Sasha waltzing toward us. She looks stunning in a black strapless dress and diamonds adorning her earlobes and wrist, accentuating her high cheekbones and porcelain skin. She pulls me into a quick hug. “Sweetie, you look absolutely fabulous! You definitely chose the right dress.” She pauses with a confused look on her face when she realizes I’m not standing alone, but a sly smile slowly replaces her bewilderment as she realizes who he is. “Hi, I’m Sasha Lee. You must be Kelsey’s brother.”
Ryan extends his hand. “Ryan Cox, pleasure to meet you.”
Her face lights up like a disco ball as she shakes his hand. “Pleasure’s all mine. I’ve heard a lot about you. Are you enjoying your time on leave?”
He snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me close. “More than I ever imagined I would.”
“Mhm, I bet.” She winks at me, and I cast a warning glare at her. “Well, I should probably go find my date, but I’ll see you both at the table later. Nice meeting you again, Ryan.”
Sasha departs, and Ryan’s moves his hand to my lower back. The feel of his fingers rasping against my bare skin sends a shock of electricity through me. “So that’s your best friend?”
I nod. “She and I were roommates in college. She helped me through my mom’s death and my divorce and getting my company off the ground. She works in marketing for Bloomingdale’s, and it’s because of her connections that my company is going so strongly today.”
“Sounds like a good friend.”
“The best.” I take sip of champagne, wondering about Ryan’s life. He knows a lot about me, but I still feel like I have so much to learn about him. “What are your friends like?”
“They’re all assholes.” He laughs and rubs a hand over his jaw. “They mean well, but most of them are my age and in the Army, which means they only care about two things: pussy and booze.”
“And that’s not what you care about?”
“No. Not even a little bit.”
He moves a hand to the nape of my neck as he slants his lips over mine, kissing me fiercely. His tongue dominates mine, his lips soft but bruising as he claims my mouth in front of a thousand people. I should care that people are staring, but the way his tongue is sweeping against mine in broad strokes has my brain misfiring. I nip at his bottom lip, and he growls into my mouth before pulling away.
“Keep that up and I’m going to drag you underneath one of these tables and fuck you right now.”
I start to laugh, but it dies on my lips when I see a familiar pair of eyes watching us through the crowd. Kelsey. Immediately, I try to untangle myself from Ryan’s grasp, but he refuses to let me go. “Ryan…Kelsey saw us. She—”
“Will understand. You and I are both consenting adults. We’re not doing anything wrong here.” He tightens his hold on me as Kelsey pushes through the throng of people mingling about until she reaches us.
Her lips thin with disapproval, and she doesn’t bother looking at her brother because her anger is pinned all on me. “Really, Sam? I do you a favor by asking my brother to help watch your daughter and you decide to sleep with him?”
“Kelsey, I—”
She holds up her hand to stop me from speaking. “Was this your plan all along? Did your daughter even have lice, or was that just some pathetic excuse to see him?”
“Kelsey, enough,” Ryan warns.
I wince at her words. “Of course Allie had lice! I swear, Kelsey, I never expected anything to happen. It just…did.”
I hate that this is how she’s finding out I’ve been sleeping with her brother. I know Ryan’s right, we’re both adults, but Kelsey’s my friend, and I should have told her the second something began. I don’t blame her for feeling angry and betrayed.
She clenches her jaw while gripping the stem of her flute and stares down into her glass. She takes a slow, steady breath, and when she looks up at me, her normally warm brown eyes are narrowed and pinned on me like a sniper target. In all the years I’ve known Kelsey, I can’t ever remember seeing her this angry. Oh God, what did I do?
“You know what?” she begins, but swallows mid-sentence, stopping herself from saying whatever it is she was about to say. “I need some air.” She turns on her heel and storms off toward the entrance.
“I should probably go after her,” Ryan says, his eyes full of apology.
“No. Let me. I owe her an explanation.”
He nods and kisses me gently before letting me leave. I step outside and dodge through the flashing lights of cameras as photographers snap photographs of the people arriving. The air has a bite to it, and even though I’m wearing a shawl, cold seeps its way through to my bones. I wrap my arms around myself and rub in quick movements to try to keep from shivering as I walk around the outside of the building until I spot Kelsey off to the side, sitting on a bench. She pulls a cigarette from her purse and lights it up, taking a long drag as she stares up at the full moon.
“Wow, you must really be pissed off if you’re smoking cloves. That’s the serious stuff,” I joke. When she doesn’t respond or bother to acknowledge me, I sigh and lower myself onto the bench next to her. “I’m sorry. I should have told you the instant something happened between me and Ryan.”
She scoffs. “You think?”
“I just… I didn’t know how. He’s only in town for the week, and I wasn’t sure how to bring it up, but I should have, and I’m really, really sorry.”
“And what happens when he leaves in two days?”
“I’m not sure.”
She’s quiet as we both let my answer sink in. I know from the way she’s smoking like a chimney that my answer pisses her off even more, but I can’t lie to her and tell her that Ryan’s my Prince Charming and we’re going to run off into the sunset and live happily ever after, because that’s not my life. I’m not the princess kind.
“Sam, that’s what bothers me the most. Yes, I’m upset that you’re sleeping with my baby brother, and yes, I’m really pissed that you didn’t have the decency to come and talk to me about it first, but what pisses me off the most is the fact that when all’s said and done, I think you’re going to end up hurting him.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes. I do. I know you, and I know you don’t believe in relationships, and I’ve never had an issue with that because it’s your life. But now, it’s not just your life because my brother’s involved, and he’s not the kind of guy that jumps into bed with just anyone. If he’s sleeping with you, it’s because he wants to be with you.”
“We never agreed to anything more than just spending time together for the week that he’s here. He and I never promised each other anything more than sex.”
“Doesn’t matter. Ryan doesn’t fall for women very often, but when he does, he falls hard and he falls fast. I can tell already just from how he looks at you that this isn’t just sex. Not for him. So, please, if you’re not planning on being with him after he leaves here on Monday, don’t string him along. End it now before he’s in too deep, okay?”
She blows out one more cloud of smoke before extinguishing her cigarette and heading back toward the ballroom, leaving me alone to think about what she said.
Chapter 10
I’M DRUNK. Or at least, I’m pretty sure I’m getting there because I can’t stop laughing. After the confrontation with Kelsey, I wasn’t exactly in the mood to stay at the gala, so I made sure to bid on a few items and write a large donation from my company before Ryan and I took off. I wanted to just go home and watch TV, but Ryan insisted we at least grab dinner first since we didn’t stay to eat at the event. He suggested somewhere fancy, considering the way we were dressed, but all I really wanted was greasy tacos and a good drink, so here we are, at Las Casuelas Cantina scarfing down five-dollar tacos and sipping on delicious margaritas.
The place reminds me of when Sasha and I were twenty-one and we spent spring break down in Cancún drowning our livers in tequila and enjoying
the being young and invincible. The inside is painted bright orange and yellow, and metal crosses, hand-woven tapestries and paper flags hang from the walls and ceiling. A middle-aged man with a mustache and a sombrero sits in the corner, strumming on a guitar while singing songs about love in Spanish.
“So how many cities have you lived in, exactly?” I ask.
“Too many to count.”
“Do you have a favorite?”
Ryan leans forward and takes my hands in his. “San Francisco, hands down. The culture, the weather, the women…or woman, I should say.” He pauses and gives me a pointed look.
I laugh and reach for a chip, scooping a big chunk of salsa on it. “Smooth. I bet you tell that to all the women you sleep with.”
“Samantha, I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again, there’s only you. Yes, I’ve had girlfriends and flings in the past, but you’re the only woman in my present and the one I want in my future.”
I should feel elated at his words, knowing that I’m the only woman in his life right now, but instead, unease starts to crawl up my throat as I remember Kelsey’s words to me earlier. “When he falls, he falls hard and he falls fast.” I chug the remainder of my drink and hold my glass up to the waitress, requesting a refill.
“I’m sorry,” Ryan says. “I didn’t mean to put all that on you. Spending time in the Army’s made me a bit blunt. You learn quickly when you’re in the middle of a war that time isn’t a commodity that you can afford to lose, and so I try to always be completely open and honest with the people I care about.”
“Do you like it? Being in the Army?”
“Yes and no. I always knew I wanted to enlist, because of my dad, but it’s tough. Not so much the physical aspects, but you form these friendships with these complete strangers who suddenly become like brothers to you, and when you’re shipped off to fight in war and you lose one of them, it makes it really difficult to want to continue.”
I nod, feeling my throat become thick with emotion. “I can’t even imagine. Where is it you’re going to be stationed next?”
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