With Me in Seattle Bundle One

by Kristen Proby

  “I want to do that.”

  “Then here.” I grab his hand and pull it between my legs, and he gladly rubs my clit, over my metal, rubbing it against my clit.

  “Oh fuck.” I come apart, grinding against our hands, and cry out his name as the orgasm rolls through me.

  He grins down at me wolfishly as he drives through the gate and into his garage. Not waiting for him to open the door, I climb out, and he’s suddenly beside me, pulling me into the house, through the kitchen and into the living room that looks out onto the sound.

  It’s dark in the house, the only light coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the water. Lights twinkle at us from the islands across the way.

  We stand here for a moment in the moonlight, looking at each other. His blue eyes reflect the light and shine with love and carnal lust, and I know they reflect my own.

  “So beautiful.” He slides a finger into the neckline of my dress and drags it against my skin, following the hemline. “You were wonderful tonight.”

  His voice is soft, seductive. I don’t know what to say, so I just watch him seduce me. He steps closer to me, so he’s only a few inches away, and wraps his arms around me to drag the zipper of my dress down, then tugs it down my arms, over my breasts, and lets it pool at my feet.

  “Dear God,” he whispers, his eyes wide, as he takes in my blush-colored corset, garter and stockings.

  I’m not wearing panties, as usual.

  He swallows hard. “It’s a good thing I didn’t know that this was under that dress.”

  “Why?” I whisper.

  “Because I would have locked us in a bathroom and stripped you naked and kept you to myself all night. My God, Megan, you’re stunning.”

  I smile shyly and push his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms and lay it nicely on the end of the couch. He’s started to pant, his hands in fists at his sides, and it’s killing him not to just pull me to him and ravage me.

  But tonight isn’t the night for that. We both feel it.

  I carefully unbutton his shirt, unfasten his cuff links, and let the shirt fall to the floor, then make quick work of his pants as well, until he’s standing before me completely naked, hard and ready.

  “I love your body,” I murmur.

  “Megan...” Not able to hold back any longer, he drags me to him, sinks his hands in my hair and kisses me with all he’s got, tangling our tongues, biting my lips, devouring me.

  When we’re completely gasping for breath, he nibbles his way along my jawline to my ear and nuzzles one of my diamond earrings with his nose.

  “You need to keep the earrings and the stockings on, babe.”

  “Okay.”

  He spins me around and unlaces the corset, slowly, unraveling the laces through the loops until it falls forward onto my arms. He reaches around and cups my breasts, massaging and soothing them from being bound so tightly, and I moan in appreciation.

  “Feel good?” he asks.

  “Mmm.”

  “Oh, baby, the things I want to make you feel tonight.”

  My breath catches at his words, my thighs tighten, and I turn so I can kiss him again, bury my fingers in his hair and just hold on to him.

  He lifts me and sits in a love seat, right in the middle, and cradles me in his lap, kissing me deeply, his hands roaming all over my body, leaving a trail of fire behind them. I grip his face in my hands and hold his mouth to mine, and show him how much I love him.

  Finally, I move to crawl off his lap, headed to kneel on the floor and suck him, but he stops me. “Wait.”

  “What?”

  “I don’t want you to do that tonight.”

  “Why not?” I frown. I thought he liked it when I did that.

  “Because tonight is all about you, my love.”

  “Huh?” I tilt my head and look down at him, straddling him, in the moonlight. He places his palm flat on my chest between my breasts and then glides it down my stomach.

  “Let me just make love to you.”

  “You always make love to me,” I whisper and kiss his cheek. “Remember?”

  “I know, but—” He stops himself, a war raging on his face.

  “What, babe?”

  “You deserve so much. You should never, ever be on your knees.” He lifts me and lays me gently on my back along the couch, kneeling between my thighs, and covers me with his large body. I wrap my silk-covered legs around his hips, and he settles against me, his long, hard cock nestled in my wet folds. He teases my metal with the tip, and I gasp.

  “I fucking love that piercing.” He grins down at me and pushes his fingers into my hair, brushing the loosened tendrils back from my face.

  “I’m glad.” I sigh as he runs the backs of his fingers down my face. “Will?”

  “Yes, my love.” He runs his nose down along my own, nuzzling it.

  “When I can say the words, when I can finally tell you how I feel, please don’t leave me.” The words are barely a whisper, spoken so softly that at first I don’t know if he hears me. I run my hands down his back to his ass and up again, watching his face. Watching his eyes. They haven’t changed, but I can see the wheels turning in his handsome head.

  “Megan, the thought of being without you destroys me,” he whispers, just as softly, and sinks into me, slowly, until he’s completely buried in me.

  He’s holding my head in his palms, his elbows braced on the couch under my shoulders, his face less than an inch from my own. “Just the thought of you not being in my life is my undoing. When you feel safe enough to say what I know you feel, it will be the best moment of my life.”

  I cup his face in my hands as he starts to move inside me, gently, in long smooth strokes. Holding my head firmly, he lowers his lips to mine and makes love to me, completely connecting his body to me until, in a slow-building crescendo, we both let go and come apart in each other’s arms.

  As we regain our senses, I hear him whisper, “Everything, Megan.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  “I just won a hundred bucks!” I exclaim and grin over at Samantha, who is sitting two machines down from me.

  “I just lost two hundred. Jesus, why are we here again?” She scowls as she takes a long sip of her diet soda. “And why can’t I drink?”

  “Because we’re the drivers tonight. They were our drivers last week. This week it’s our turn.”

  “This sucks,” she mutters and feeds another hundred-dollar bill into her machine.

  “It probably sucked for them, too.” I laugh.

  We are at the casino north of Seattle on Monday night, waiting for the guys to need a ride home. Will has tomorrow off from training, so they decided tonight was the best night for a bachelor party. They’ve been up in the high-roller room for a few hours now, most likely smoking cigars and drinking whiskey and playing poker. It’s all very Hollywood in my head as I imagine it.

  But there’s no way in hell that I’m going up there. I just pray to God no one needs to be carried out to the van, because these guys are big, and there’s no way that Sam and I can carry them.

  They’ll have to sleep on the casino floor.

  “You’re a bad fucking loser!”

  I twirl at the sound, and sure enough, here they all come, tripping over each other, laughing, drunk as shit.

  “I am not a bad loser,” Nate slurs. “But you took ten thousand fucking dollars. Do you know what I can do for your sister with that kind of money?”

  “Yeah, probably buy her another pair of shoes she doesn’t need,” Matt responds happily, completely sober.

  “Why are you sober?” I ask him.

  “Because he’s a pussy,” Will explains, earning him a punch to the arm. “Watch it! That’s my throwing arm, asshat.”

  “Charming,” I murmur and look over at Sam. “Did we act like this?”

  “Yes,” Matt responds with a grin. “Except these guys aren’t talking about sex.”

  “Yet,” Isaac adds with a happy grin,

then frowns deeply. “Except I don’t get to have sex for another month. Damn babies.”

  “Dude, that’s your kid,” Will reminds him.

  “Yeah, he’s great.” Isaac grins goofily, and I start to steer them toward the door like I’m herding cattle.

  “Come on, guys, let’s go home to the ladies.”

  “What lady?” Caleb asks. “Ain’t got no lady.”

  “I’ll be your lady, handsome.” Sam grins at him sassily, and Caleb smiles wide and puts his arm around her waist, leaning on her.

  “Now, that’s a nice offer,” he murmurs.

  “Get your ugly hands off my sister, dude.” Luke’s voice is hard and not quite as slurred as the others’.

  “Oh yeah. You’re family.” Caleb pouts and hugs Sam before setting her aside. “Why do all the hot women in the world have to be taken?”

  Will saunters over to me with a loose, happy grin on his handsome face. “Hi.”

  “Hi.”

  “Let’s go home and get naked.”

  “Holy shit, you’re Will Montgomery!”

  We all turn at the woman’s voice to find a tall, slender, long-haired blonde smiling widely. She’s all tan, with too much makeup and not enough clothes.

  “That I am,” Will slurs as he walks to her and very deliberately looks her up and down, then smiles back at her. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

  He fucking called her sweetheart!

  “Amanda,” Barbie responds and holds her hand out for a shake. I look over at his brothers, all of whom are shifting uncomfortably. “Can I give you a hug?”

  “Hey, I always welcome hugs.” He opens his arms wide, and she steps up to him, presses her perky little body against him and hugs him around the neck.

  “Seriously?” I ask the room at large.

  “Can I give you my number?” Amanda asks as she pulls out of his arms.

  “Fuck no, you can’t.” I stomp over to my way-too-drunk boyfriend and slip my arm around his waist.

  He smiles down at me happily. “Hey, babe. This is Amanda.”

  “Fantastic,” I sneer.

  “Amanda, this is Megan, my beautiful girlfriend.”

  Amanda blinks at me, then up at Will. “Uh, sorry.”

  “Always happy to meet the fans,” Will slurs and waves goodbye to her as I turn him toward the door.

  “Fucking moron,” Caleb mutters.

  When we get outside, Sam has pulled the van up, and all the guys climb in, Will last.

  “I’m an idiot when I’m drunk,” Will slurs, serious now. “You know I wouldn’t have taken her number, right?”

  “Right.” I sigh and motion for him to get in the car.

  “’Cause I love you, babe.”

  “I know. Get in the car so we can take everyone home.”

  This ride home is amazingly more calm than the one last week. Most of the guys pass out cold, snoring away. Matt sits quietly behind me and to my left, typing on his phone. At each stop, the girls come out to gather their men, and when we get to Caleb’s, Matt helps him inside, then takes his own car from Caleb’s.

  Sam drops us off last.

  “See you at the wedding on Saturday.” I smile at her and help Will inside, get him up the stairs, stripped down, and in bed.

  “I need to get you something for that headache you’re sure to have tomorrow.”

  He pulls me down with him into the bed and loops a heavy arm around my waist. “You’re so pretty.”

  I smile and cup his face in my palm. “So are you.”

  “I wasn’t really flirting with that girl, Meg.” His eyes are droopy, falling shut, but then he fights them open again.

  “Are you worried that I’m mad about that?”

  “Yeah.” He sighs, his breath smelling of horrible cigars and beer.

  “I’m not.” I sigh back. Amazingly, I’m not. Even if I hadn’t been there, I trust that he would have told her no.

  “M’kay.” And he’s asleep.

  I slide out from under him and take a shower, dry my hair, and pull on one of the jerseys that I’ve come to claim as mine when I’m here. I pull on his underwear and wander downstairs, leaving the lights off.

  I sit in one of the plush armchairs that faces the water and pull my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, and take a deep breath.

  I didn’t lie when I said I wasn’t mad about Will flirting with that woman tonight. I’m not mad. But it did remind me that Will can literally have any woman he wants. All he’d have to do is crook his finger, and they’d come running.

  I know he loves me, but what happens when he gets tired of me, and that tall, beautiful blonde starts to look more appealing?

  I want to trust him when he says that he loves me. I believe he means it. And I love him so much it hurts.

  I should go up and go to bed, but I’m not sleepy, so I reach over for my guitar. I left it here last night with the intention of practicing for Jules’ wedding, and there’s no time like now.

  I don’t think anything could wake Will up right now.

  So I strum and sing, playing the song over and over, tweaking the arrangement here and there to fit my voice. It’s a beautiful song. I wonder how it came to be Jules and Nate’s special song.

  And it occurs to me that Will and I don’t have a special song yet. Well, there was the song that the kid played on the sax while we danced in New Orleans, when Will first told me he loves me, but I don’t know what the song was.

  I smile and start playing a song I learned recently that I just can’t ever get out of my head. It’s by Christina Perri, called A Thousand Years, and it fits my voice perfectly.

  The intro is supposed to be on the piano, but I’ve changed it for my guitar, and start to sing about a love that I’ve waited for for a thousand years, about being brave to love. The lyrics are sweet, and the song itself is soft and romantic.

  When I finish, I set my guitar aside, finally sleepy, and stand to go upstairs, but when I turn, Will is sitting on the couch.

  “Holy crap!”

  “Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you. That was beautiful.”

  “Thank you. How long have you been down here?”

  “Just a little while. I woke up, and you weren’t there, so I drank some water and took something and sat down to listen. I hope that’s okay.”

  He looks unsure of himself, and I hate that.

  “Of course it’s okay.” I cross to him and climb in his lap. “Did you have fun tonight?”

  “Yeah, it was fun. Lost some money, razzed the guys.” He shrugs, and I smile against his chest.

  “Let’s go up to bed.” I climb off him and hold a hand out, helping him to his feet. “How do you feel?”

  “Still a little drunk,” he answers with a half smile.

  ***

  A hungover Will is not a fun Will. He’s been surly and grouchy all day, so I left him when he finally lay down to take a nap, and decided to return Jules’ dress to her.

  I hate to give it back. It’s so damn pretty.

  I walk into Jules and Nate’s downtown office and whistle softly. Wow. Nice digs. Very high-class.

  There’s a kind-looking older woman manning the reception desk. Her name plaque reads Jenny Glover.

  “Hi, I’m Meg. I’d like to see Jules if she’s free.”

  “Do you have an appointment?” she asks.

  “Uh, no. I’m sorry, I’m a friend. I didn’t realize I should make an appointment.”

  “Please have a seat, and I’ll see if she’s free.”

  Jenny calls Jules’ office, and less than fifteen seconds later, Jules opens her office door with a wide smile on her pretty face.

  “Hi! Come in.”

  I follow her into her office and am stunned by the view of the Space Needle and the sound. “Wow, that’s some view.”

  “I know. We lucked out on this space.” She grins and leads me to a couch. “What’s up?”

  “I just wanted to return your dress and, honestly, get the hell out of Will’s house for a while. That man is grumpy as hell when he’s hungover.”

  Jules laughs and nods. “Yeah, he’s not a good patient. If he’s ever sick, just steer clear.”

  “I could have used that warning yesterday.” I try to hand Jules her freshly dry-cleaned dress, but she frowns at me.

  “Why are you returning the dress?”

  “Because it’s yours.” What the hell?

  “No, it’s not.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  Jules sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Will didn’t tell you?”

  “Tell me what?”

  “Meg, Will bought the dress for you. He just had Natalie and I call the designer and make the arrangements. This was never my dress.” She smiles softly.

  I’m stunned. My mouth drops, and I look at the beautiful dress in my hands.

  “How much did it cost?” I ask.

  “It doesn’t matter. It was a gift, Meg.”

  God, she sounds just like her brother.

  “What about the spa? The shoes? The underwear?”

  “Those were all Nat and me. Will just bought you the dress.”

  “And the diamond earrings,” I murmur.

  “He got you diamond earrings?” she asks with a wide smile.

  “Yeah, they’re gorgeous.” I sigh happily. “I should be mad, but honestly, I love this fucking dress. I want to wear it every day.”

  Jules laughs. “It’s so perfect for you. Will picked it out himself, you know.”

  “He did?”

  “He did,” she confirms. “I heard about what he did last night when you guys were leaving. Wanna talk about it?”

  I squirm uncomfortably. “I’m not mad about it.”

  “But you’re not happy.”

  I shrug. “He was drunk.”

  “Spill it, McBride.” Her voice is firm, and I know I’m not leaving here without talking to her, and frankly, I need to talk to her.

  I need to talk to someone.

  “Jules, what the hell does he see in me?” I frown and look down. “I guess that’s what it comes down to. He can have anyone he wants.”

  “Why is it so hard for you to believe that he wants you? Meg, you’re fantastic.”

  “But…” I shake my head.

  “No buts. Will adores you, Megan. I’ve never seen him like this.”

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