The undergarments were strategically placed about the room, giving it the appearance of what a woman's bedroom might look like in anticipation of that special guy finding out what she's wearing underneath. High end bras dangled from open dresser drawers, stockings lay over backs of chairs and sexy panties covered various tables. The vivid colors of the lingerie pieces reminded Amber of a candy store. And that is exactly what she felt like, a kid in a candy store.
"Wow. This is amazing. Everything is extremely beautiful in here," she caressed the nearest pair of panties she found. "I love it all. You did a great job with the furniture and the colors and the idea of a messy slash sexy bedroom." Her voice was low but filled with excitement. "I love it, my girl."
Gabriella’s cheeks blushed from the attention; she bent her head, "Thank you. Logan helped me paint a lot of the furniture. As well as the walls. It took us forever, but I am very satisfied with the end result. Our time was well spent! Make yourself at home." Logan and Gabriella had been friends since second grade. Aside from the girls, he was one of her dearest friends.
"You guys did great! Oh, you have no idea how at home I am going to make myself."
About two hours later, Amber left Lolita with way more than she needed. She had sexy everything and she knew this was sad, no one to show it off to. But it was all so beautiful and elegant; she couldn't leave without most of what she had picked out to try on. The fabrics were simply amazing. They all felt like a second skin to her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ever since he kissed Amber, Gage had felt like a Yo-Yo. Nothing at work seemed to come out quite right, the way he liked. And he felt like a complete asshole for tormenting Amber the way he had. He wasn't usually like that. He treated women with respect and dignity. But somehow, with her, she pushed his buttons like no other woman ever had. He was tormented. His body wanted her like no tomorrow, his hands wanted to roam all over body and retrace spots on her that he thought he remembered would drive her wild.
But his brain knew she was trouble.
He had convinced himself a long time ago that going to a sex club was a big mistake - something a respectable man just didn't do. He had talked himself into and believed, that no good could ever come from doing something as outlandish as he had done. Nothing good. And if five feet and some odd inches of pure blond beauty with the brightest blue eyes and tightest, smallest ass he'd ever had the pleasure of looking at wasn't proof enough of his mistake, he wasn't sure what was.
He felt bad about being such a jerk to her. He really did. She was right in the sense that he shouldn't take out his life regrets on her. What kind of man did that to a woman? It wasn't her fault that she was part of his regret - she had gone to that place too, just like him, looking for something different. He didn't know what her ordeal was when she signed up for that particular rendezvous but for him, he had gone to explore his sexuality. He wanted to give pleasure to two women who needed his touch, craved him. At the time, he was looking for a place he felt wanted, needed. A place, where at the age of thirty-five, he could be as sexually aggressive and open as he wanted without the confinements of a relationship.
He had plenty of experience with relationships before that and with one in particular - his ex-wife; he had enough relationship-type sex to last a lifetime. So what else was a single guy to do after an entire eighteen months without sex? He was ready and he needed companionship - even if it was artificial, so to speak.
After his ex-wife took off and he began to come around again, he naturally became lonesome. When you were married for five years and constantly with someone, the sudden emptiness was almost too much. He did what any man would do and dealt with it but eventually he wanted to touch a woman again, feel that soft womanly skin underneath his. To know that he still had it in him to make a woman feel good despite what his ex had thought. He needed more than the jacking-off bit. As luck would have it, one day when he was at lunch he saw a flyer, no bigger than a postcard, offering confidential services to those wanting to express their sexual desires and needs. He thought it was a little crazy at the time but had memorized the website anyway.
Then, after another night of giving himself release he decided he needed a change and checked out the website. A few hours later, he was signed up and waited for further instructions. Once those were sent to him, he had to go through a bunch of testing, some interviews and pay crazy money and then they finally found him a match. Well, in his case, two matches.
Hence, Amber. Amber Prescott. The stunning woman he wanted but didn't want to want. There. He admitted it. The one vulnerable time in his life, she had given him everything he had wanted and more than he needed. That one night, she gave him more than she would ever know. She opened up her heart and her body to him, and look at him now, this was how he repaid her. His mother would be appalled. Quite frankly, he was appalled.
Deep inside, he didn't want to want her because he wanted her too much. The next day after their rendezvous, he had a huge spot in his heart for that stranger and wanted more than just that one time. But he knew that would never be able to happen. So he manned up and got over her.
Shocked wouldn't begin to describe what he felt when he recognized her at the Agave Restaurant. He spotted her first; she was getting out of her chair and her blond hair swung around her shoulders in a ponytail and it was something about the way she did that and tilted her head that had caught his attention. When she began walking toward him, he had that recognition where he thought that might be her, but then considered the absurdity of that happening. Until she came to a complete stop in the middle of the room and her sweet pink lips formed the O, as she caught sight of him - he knew it was HER, from the Silver Slippers Saloon.
"Is this what you were looking for?" He traced circles around her belly button ring as she sat on top of him.
"Yes. How about you? Everything you desired?"
"Everything and more." He didn’t look at her, just continued to trace circles around her belly button, every now and then touching her belly ring.
"I was so nervous starting this, but you calmed my nerves. Watching how confident and in control you have been, really helped me calm down."
His hands moved up her flat stomach cupping her breasts. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. He continued his assault, rubbing her tiny pink buds with the pads of his thumbs. She began grinding herself on top of him. Her nakedness making his cock twitch.
"You make me feel so good. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
He wasn’t stopping at this point, "Trust me, I'm not going to stop. I want to be inside of you again. Lift your hips."
She did as he asked and lifted them just enough to slide down onto his erection. He could feel himself deep inside her, far inside. She began torturing him slowly, rocking her hips back and forth. He watched her cup her own breasts as his hand found her hips. He helped her rock herself back and forth, making her ride him faster. Her torso came down onto his chest, reveling in the feel of her nipples brushing against his chest. Torturing him, she would lift her bottom and then slide back down his shaft. She repeated her rise and fall on his shaft, pushing faster, harder.
"If you don't stop doing that, you are going to make me come. Real fast."
"That’s what I want. I'm not stopping."
"No, slow down, I want you to get off first."
"No."
That was her only response as she continued her sweet assault against his dick. He came quickly and then flipped her on to her back.
"Now it's my turn to drive you crazy."
His best bet was to avoid her. That's what he intended to do. He knew she submitted her loan application to Lisa already and would be coming in to the credit union at some point. If he didn't avoid her, he would no doubt end up being an ass to her like he already had been. He really didn't want to cause her any more unnecessary grief. Yup. Avoid her like the plague. Save him and her from any more dirty encounters. Oh but how he liked those dirty encounters. He didn't like hurting he
r, but he enjoyed seeing the lust rise in her bright blue eyes. She was very easy to read. With the lust in her eyes and the heaving in her chest, he couldn't help but imagine what would await him between her thighs.
She wore her emotions on her sleeve. He had taken advantage of them that day in his office. Boy did she bring the worst out of him. Not really, he admitted. Really, she brought the best out of him; he transformed it into the worst because he didn't want those types of feelings for her. He didn’t want things going sour like they had with his ex-wife. He didn’t want to let her down like he had his wife.
This is what Amber did to him. She turned the confident businessman who knew what he was doing into a man who was indecisive. The bottom line was he owed her an apology. He was a grown man, he needed to swallow his pride and apologize for being a dick. No woman, especially her, deserved to be treated that way. Gage released a deep breath. Now, he just needed to work up the nerve to do it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
For the next few weeks, life carried on as normal for Amber. Her dancing girls had their routine nailed, although they continued to practice it over and over. The festival began tomorrow. She was currently at home waiting for Marilyn to return her call in regards to whether or not she and Blake needed help setting up their station at the beer garden. After last year’s incident with the theft of Blake's beer truck and it making the evening news, the brewery had gotten that much more busy. He had increased production by doubling the size of his hop garden as well as purchasing four more brewing tanks to speed up beer production. Now, Marilyn tried pitching in when she could and sometimes they called on Amber to help.
Just in case, she dressed in her denim Rag and Bone cutoff shorts and paired it with her favorite Raquel Allegra long-sleeved top. The weather was beautiful today - in the mid-seventies - and she figured she would be dressed decent enough that she wouldn’t get too hot with all of the unloading and setting up they'd be doing. As she pulled on her Converse shoes, her phone rang. It was Marilyn, just as promised.
"Hey girl. Still need my help?"
"Yes. Blake is there now. And as soon as Kay gets here I'm heading over. Can you meet me there? In like twenty or so minutes?"
"Yes. I will see you there."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
Every time Amber spoke with Marilyn she could hear it in her voice how happy she was. Amber was so happy for her. Before Blake, Marilyn had always seemed to find guys who were emotionally unavailable after the first month or so. Things would be going fine and then slowly but surely they'd find something better to do with their time, especially when they realized she wasn't the girl that was going to give it up. No, that's me, she thought. Marilyn valued her body and listened to her brain. She never rushed into a relationship too fast or by having sex too soon. Although Blake could have been the exception to that rule.
Amber was the opposite. Sometimes that was all the relationship was about. She couldn't help it if she wanted, craved, desired sex just like a man. She didn't find any fault in getting what she wanted as long as she was smart and took care of herself. If she wanted it, she went after it. Lately though, sex hadn't been high on her list of priorities. At least it wasn't until she had run into Gage Alexander, CEO. She wanted his hands, his mouth, on her body. That was all there was to it. His attitude could be left at home though. He was an exasperating man!
She'd take the Saloon Gage Alexander, any day. The kind, gentle, sweet man that pretty much had her at hello. He was attentive to everything she had wanted - quite the contradiction to the man he seemed to be now! At least in words. His actions proved otherwise. He was still the sexy dominating male she met that night. His hands were still rough and ready to tear apart anything they touched. His eyes still blazed with a fire that warned everyone who was boss. And his body, oh God his body, was still big and sleek...and dark skinned...and smelled like desire. She dreamt of him last night. She woke up a hot sweaty mess still feeling the remnants of his hands and his breath deep inside her thighs.
She was hopeless.
She grabbed her things and headed for the park to help set up. She was nervous and excited that the festival had finally come. The girls had practiced their tail ends off every day for the past two weeks, even though they had been ready ten days before that. But that's what impressed Amber so much about these girls. They were true teammates. They worked hard together, practiced hard, took it seriously and never let one another down. They wanted this as badly as she did. Albeit for different reasons, but it was just as important.
For Amber, it went far deeper than just winning. The winning was important, but once they won, she felt like it would be a full circle, like she was coming home. If only her parents were there to not just encourage her, but also be able to announce the winner and give them their awards. If that could happen her life would make sense. As it was, she felt like if she could win, she would at least be honoring her parents in a way she never did when they were alive.
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Setting up didn't take them too long. With the three of them, plus a few guys Blake knew, they were able to set up in record time. Blake had three stations set up around the beer garden. Each station was going to feature the five craft brews Poudre Hops made. They were responsible for setting up the temporary fence that would keep patrons corralled inside the garden area of the festival with their alcohol.
“I want the gate there. That's the best opening to get people in here versus having it on the other side,” Blake was in full business mode.
“I agree. This side is kind of like the front of the park.” Marilyn snuggled up next to Blake, pulling his arm around her shoulder. He bent his head down and playfully nibbled on her neck.
“Stop it. You’ll get me all worked up,” she giggled.
Amber rolled her eyes. They were so in love it was pathetic.
“Get a room, please.”
Amber’s back stiffened the moment she heard his voice. The last time she saw Gage she had wound up crying, running from his office. What would be in store for her today?
“’Bout time you showed up man. Credit union got you busy?”
“Always. I’ve been in meetings all morning. Am I too late or is there anything you need help with?” Gage knew it was Amber he was standing behind. He knew it from the way her head titled to the side, and her long blond hair fell around her shoulders. He knew it by the way she tensed her back the moment he spoke. And he knew it by the way her teeny tiny shorts hugged her tight ass.
“Hell yeah, you can help us finish this fence,” Blake said.
Amber really couldn't decide if she should turn around and face him or run and hide. His voice was utterly sexy; she was dying to see how he looked today...what he was wearing. Stop being so childish! Before she could think about that any further, her thoughts were interrupted.
“Hello, Miss Prescott. How are you today?”
She could feel her cheeks burning. Before even looking, she felt Marilyn and Blake’s eyes on her waiting for her to respond. She looked at Marilyn. Marilyn was indeed watching her, wondering if Amber was going to jump Gage’s bones or knock his ass out - that's how well she knew Marilyn. Amber slowly turned on her heel to face him - oh boy, why did he have to look that way? Way too manly, way too dominating, way too tall and broad shouldered and way too fuckable. He was fuckable alright, all the way down to his button fly jeans.
She looked into his eyes before she spoke, “Mr. Alexander, how do you do?”
She wanted to roll her eyes. She resisted the urge to stick her hand on her hip and tell him to go screw himself. As it were, she was short, crisp and very much trying to be business-like.
“I thought I said to call me Gage?”
“You did. But I only call people I like by their first names...so you don't count.” That felt good to say. Hopefully, it dinged his armor as he had done to her.
“Bullshit. Is this how you’re going to be now?”
“Is this how I’m going to be? I’m not
being any way. I have been being myself, it's you who has the issues-”
“Okay people, focus. Can you two ignore each other for approximately thirty more minutes while we finish stuff up here?”
Amber stared straight into Gage’s unfriendly eyes, “Of course I can. No problem,” she emphasized.
“Where do want me?” Gage asked Blake.
“Let’s finish up this fence first and see where we are.”
Amber and Marilyn walked ahead of the men going to the opposite side of the barrier to help.
“Wow, does he always look at you that way?” Marilyn asked.
“Which way? Like he hates me way or like he wants to screw my brains out way?”
Marilyn laughed, “Like he wants to devour you until there’s nothing left way.”
“Funny. No, all I see in his eyes is disdain. Like I'm a bigger pain in the ass than he wants to deal with.”
“You are a pain in the ass, Amber. But you know Blake’s flirty eyes I'm always telling you about? Gage has got those too. They are just dark and dangerous flirty eyes. Eyes that I am just dying to know what naughty things go on in his room late at night.”
“No you aren't. You are too wrapped up in Blake’s junk to even care what goes on in Gage Alexander’s room late at night.” Amber was starting to feel the familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach that surfaced every time she was around Gage Alexander, CEO. “Let's discuss what goes on in your and Blake’s room late at night instead.”
Marilyn laughed, “Well, last night Blake got home late but he woke me up with his “junk” as you like to call it, and what else could I do but embrace that? Right? Especially when his strong hands worked their way down my thin little pj’s and I could feel his hard-”
“Okay, okay, that is enough. God Marilyn, I’m so happy for you and yet so disgusted at the same time.”
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