by Leah Holt
Years ago my father had invested in this place. The owner was an old family friend, he had fallen on rough times, so my father stepped in to help him. My father was a good man, he went out of his way to help people, it didn't matter to him what they needed.
That's the kind of man I wanted to be. Jacob however, was on the opposite side of the spectrum. All he cared about was himself, and this project was the perfect example of that.
The candle in the center flickered red and orange, the thin tendrils splashed her skin, giving her a sun-kissed glow.
“You're so fucking beautiful, you know that.” Reaching out, I ran my thumb across the side of her cheek. Glory smiled, tipping her face slightly into my touch. “I really am sorry for the way I acted the other day, it wasn't right.”
Shaking her head, she laid her hands on the table and started to fiddle with a thin silver bracelet on her wrist. “It's fine, really, forget about it.” Her eyes held onto that bracelet as her lips folded down. “I shouldn't have told you your idea was a dream, that wasn't fair. My gallery was a dream once, who am I to tell you that what you imagine is wrong?”
Smirking, I cupped my hands over hers and coiled our fingers together. “And your gallery will be beautiful again.”
The sparkle I saw in her eye faded away as I lost her in that moment. She left the table, she left me, going inside herself as her mind began to spin. The expression on her face changed, it dulled into nothing more than flat lines and sad brows.
“What? What is it?”
Freeing her hands, she rested them in her lap, flicking her eyes up to mine. “The gallery might not reopen. I can't do it, not after what happened. I'm thinking I might have to sell it, that looks like my only way to save anything right now.”
Sitting up straight, I ran my hand over my jaw and stared at her. “What are you talking about?”
“I'm in too deep, there's no way for me to climb out. I can't afford to buy all new stuff, pay my bills, and pay—” Stopping herself, she took in a deep breath. “You know what, forget it. This isn't the time to have this conversation. We're having a nice dinner, I feel really good being here with you right now, I don't want to ruin it with all this shit. Can we just not talk about it right now?”
Nodding, I stood up and moved my chair beside hers. “You're right, we don't have to talk about any of that right now. Let's just enjoy this. But I want you to know that nothing is over until it's over. You don't have to do this alone, and you can't ever give up, not on what you love.”
That was it, she just made up my mind right then and there. I knew what I had to do, I knew what was important and what wasn't. What I wanted didn't matter. What anyone else wanted didn't matter.
Only Glory mattered.
Dinner was perfect. She told me about what it was like to grow up in her home town of Coventry, and how her father had worked for years at a local soap factory. She told me how he would come home from work every evening and actually smelled good.
We came from two different worlds. She had grown up with nothing, only having the bare minimum it took to survive. While I never had to experience what it felt like to not have a phone or new clothes, fancy things and people at my beckoning call if I needed something.
And even though my father made sure I respected and appreciated what we had, all of that wasn't enough to truly make me understand the hardships others went through.
She had to overcome so much to get where she was. And yet, she was still able smile and laugh, to find the strength to keep going.
Right now she's not happy. Her world was crushed.
“You have to be the strongest person I have ever met.” Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I teased the ends of her hair. “I've never met anyone like you before.”
Looking up at me, she smiled, her lips full and parted. “I can say the same about you.” Swooping her hand up around my face, the tips of her fingers tickled the light scruff on my cheek.
My cock jerked as she gently ran her fingers up and down, her delicate touch stirring the heat in my core.
Drawing a single finger down her neck, I slipped it over her ribs, tracing the outline of her hip. I felt a shiver scale her body as she inhaled a sharp breath when my finger reached the hem of her skirt.
“So what now?” Swirling my finger over the top of her thigh, I inched it closer and closer to her sacred spot.
I could already feel the heat off her pussy as my finger dangled just outside her clothing, threatening to go under her skirt, but never breaching the seam.
Glory exhaled slowly, her back snapping straight as she let her eyes connect with mine. “Dessert?”
Smirking, I pressed the tips of my fingers firmly against the inside of her thigh. “What are you hungry for?”
Biting down on her bottom lip, the corners of her mouth twitched. Her eyes flirted with mine, lids lowering as she batted her lashes. “Do I really need to say it out loud?”
“I'm not sure I know what you want, so yeah, let me hear it.” My hand moved higher, fingers dipping in and grazing her mound. She was wet already, her thin panties hot and soaked from arousal.
Her eyes fluttered in the sockets as she gripped my chin with her thumb and forefinger. “Maybe this will help you figure it out.” Pressing her lips to mine, Glory kissed me hard.
Our lips fit perfectly together, hers plump and soft, mine thin and rough. The tip of her tongue slid into my mouth, and she tasted sweet, like vanilla and honey. I couldn't stop myself, I couldn't hold back the feral animal she had woken inside me.
Digging my fingers into her hair, I gripped her roots and tugged her head back. I kissed her deeper, harder, and with more passion than I had ever felt before. I was burrowed into her hair, holding on for dear life, afraid to let go of this woman.
I wanted the world to know she was mine, I wanted to imprint my scent on her skin forever so no other man would even dare look at her. I had staked my claim and would never let anyone steal her away.
Pulling back, my lungs ached for air, while my lips pained for more. “My place or yours?” I asked, massaging her scalp with the tips of my fingers.
“I don't care, lets just get the hell out of here.” Her breathing was ragged and labored, her body melting into the chair as she rubbed her thighs together.
Waving my hand in the air, I signaled the waiter. “Check please.”
The limo was parked out front, and I didn't even wait for my driver, Fredrick, to get out and open the door. Yanking the door open, I could see Fred through the small window behind his seat. Bouncing my brows, he gave me a nod and put up the privacy barrier.
Shutting the door behind me, Glory was staring at me with a seductive look in her eyes.
Fuck, this woman is going to ruin me.
The car started to roll and I didn't give a shit where he took us. I didn't tell Fred to take us to the hotel or to her apartment. I had other plans, he was just going to have to wait for instructions.
My head was in a fog, consumed by the vixen beside me. The faint lighting off the running boards created a shadowy glow on her skin. My heart began to hammer inside my chest as she took in a deep breath and her tits pressed against the fabric.
That was it, there were no words for me to say to her. I couldn't think or focus on anything. My cock was engorged, ready to bust through the zipper and I had barely even touched her.
It was just a kiss. A simple kiss that threw my body into this state of arousal I had no control over. We stared at each other for a mere second, but that second felt like a lifetime.
Every detail I could find under the dim lights sent my heart into my throat and made my cock throb. Her hair and how the tendrils danced across her shoulders, her lips and how they formed the perfect heart shape, her cute little nose and how it lifted at the very tip ever so slightly; all of her, every last inch was perfection.
Pushing my hip against hers, I watched her chest rise and fall as she looked deep into my eyes. We didn't speak and we didn't need to;
her body said everything I needed to hear.
Driving my lips onto hers, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, dancing it over the ridges. My hands found her hair, tugging it free from the elastic and letting all of it fall onto her shoulders.
Arching her back, Glory threw her hands around my face and curled her leg over my thigh. We were both struck with this animalistic passion as if a lightening bolt had blasted its way through the roof and hit us both.
Grabbing her hips, I guided her onto my lap. Her dress slinked its way up her thighs, giving me a clear view of the white lace panties underneath. Rocking her body, her pussy rubbed the bulge in my pants.
Pulling away, Glory nibbled my bottom lip as she moaned the sweetest coo I had ever heard. Plucking my lip with her teeth, her hips rolled hard and needy. Lowering her mouth to my ear, she whispered. “I need you.”
Her voice, those three little words that left her lips on nothing but air. . . They sealed me to her. If there was even the slightest doubt in my mind before about what I wanted, it was all gone now.
Laying my head back, I pushed her dress up higher, and pinched the thin sides of her panties. Glory raised up on her knees, allowing me to pull them down her thighs and toss them to the floor.
Her scent filled the limo, turning me wicked. I wanted to taste her, I wanted to lap her up with my tongue and let her sweet juice coat my mouth.
I was craving dessert, a special treat that would satiate the hunger in my veins.
Butterflying her legs around my hips, I moved my hand under her ass and thumbed her clit. “Fuck, you're so wet.” The pad of my thumb drew hard circles against her swollen bud, drawing out more moans and heavy breaths.
“You make me wet,” she said, barely able to form the letters as I teased her cunt, making her seep against my palm.
“This is mine.” My voice was husky and deep. Rubbing her clit harder, I slipped my finger inside her pussy. “All of this is mine.” The tone in my voice dropped as she rode my finger.
Grinding down, her pussy soaked my skin, dripping down my wrist. Glory started to move faster, her moans louder and less controlled. “Mm, oh, Liam. Mm, yeah, like that, just like that.”
Goosebumps jumped across her skin as I played her body like an instrument. Each cord created a new sound, each strum made her sing in ways that made my body ignite like a fuse.
“That's it, sing for me baby, let me know you like it.” Faster and faster I rubbed her clit, until her legs were shaking and her screams echoed around us.
Yanking my hand away, Glory glared at me like I had just eaten the last bite of cake. Lifting my fingers to my lips, I sucked her flavor off my skin with a playful smile on my face.
She tasted just like I imagined she would; like sweet icing, like perfectly cured scotch that's been waiting years for the right mouth to drink it down; like the woman I could fill my days and nights with and never get bored.
“Don't stop, please don't stop.” Begging me, her body was still moving, rolling against the rock hard muscle.
Her tender pleas plucked at my chest, making me want nothing more than to give her everything she could ever dream of.
I wanted to take her pain and replace it with happiness, I wanted to take her hurt and untwist it so it fell off her body.
“Stop. . .” I said, my lips curving into an evil grin. “I'm just getting started.” Popping the button free on my pants, I pulled my cock out.
It was throbbing so hard it hurt, the pulse crashed through my muscles, making them tense and angry. My dick needed to be inside her, I had to feel her silky juice as her walls milked my length and her pleasure escaped her lips on feathered coos.
Digging my fingers into her hips, I guided her waist up, positioning her pussy above my crown. Glory gripped my cock at the base, keeping it straight as she pressed her knees into the seat.
“Fuck, I can feel the heat off your cunt.” Laying my head back, the head of my cock teased her entrance. “You want that? Are you a dirty girl who's going to take what she wants?” I asked, holding her in place so she couldn't lower herself down.
Furrowing her brows, the tips of her nails dug into my shoulders. “Stop screwing around and fuck me before I lose my mind.” Her muscles tensed up as her legs began to tremble and small beads of sweat glazed her forehead.
With on hard thrust, I drove my cock in, pushing the top of her thighs down. Glory's body fell forward as a loud gush of air exploded out of her lungs.
“Ah,” she moaned, scraping the sharp edges of her nails down my chest. “My god, you're so damn hard.” Brushing her lips against my cheek, she kissed me softly.
I didn't move right away, allowing myself to just take in this moment. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Her hair was splashing around her face like silk strands, her eyes were glittering as her lids hooded and a quiver ran up her body.
“You do this to me. . .” Pausing, I pushed the hair out of her face. “You do a lot of things to me.”
Glory smiled, and even in the darkness, I could still see her cheeks as they blushed and her eyes as they lit with wicked destruction. She was going to be the downfall to my sanity and she didn't even know it.
Cupping her jaw, I pulled her face to mine, kissing her with all the feelings I couldn't find the words for. I felt lighter around her, I felt like the rest of the world didn't exist, I felt like this was the whole point of living; to meet that one person who forced you to sense your heart in your chest and your veins under the skin.
Slow and steady, I guided her up, only to slam back inside her. With every thrust she would hiccup a gasp of air, with every piston of my hips, her body would still in anticipation.
I touched her every place I could as we fucked in the back of my limo. I couldn't stop my hands from feeling her skin, her hair, her face, her legs. I wanted to do this every single day, I wanted to keep her with me so I could get my fix.
Since the moment I saw her, I wanted nothing but to keep her safe, to keep her close, to keep her for myself. She wasn't on this earth for anyone else but me.
“I'm never letting you go, Glory, I hope you know that.” Curling my fingers around her neck, I slipped an open palm under her chin and kissed the throbbing vein in her throat. “I can't—I won't.”
Parting her lips, she drove her hands into my hair and dropped her face onto my shoulder. Her voice was low, but I could never miss the words. “I never said I was leaving.”
Driving in with vigor, I fucked my artist goddess, filling her with every inch I could. Her walls clutched my shaft, making sure it stayed inside. The rumble in my lower stomach forced my balls to draw up tight as a tingly sensation crept up my back.
“Oh god, oh god, I'm so close, don't stop.” Snapping her shoulders square, Glory sat up straight, holding onto my shoulders as our bodies moved fluidly. “Uh, uh, mm, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, Liam.”
The sound of our skin slapping filled the air between us, sweat dripped down from my hairline, slipping between my shoulder blades. A fierce tremor made Glory stiffen for a moment, only to disappear and cause her to fall limp against my chest.
With one final pump of my hips, my cock pulsed, turning to stone as it poured its life blood into her body. Pulse after pulse, the hot come seeped from my swollen head, making my chest tighten and my lungs freeze.
I couldn't breathe as I sat there like a statue, unsure of what the hell to do with myself. My brain had turned to mush, my muscles now weak and tired.
“Wow,” she said, dropping to my side and resting her arm up over her head. “I don't even know what to say, except wow.”
Looking over at her, she had a firm smile on her face, her chest was raising and lowering rapidly. Her lips formed a perfect circle as she blew out a hard breath of air and shook her head in disbelief.
Buttoning my pants, I smirked. “Are you saying that the other night wasn't as good?”
Glory's eyes widened, her jaw crooking slightly. “No, that's not what I meant at all. I just mean
t—”
Chuckling, I cut her off. “I'm just kidding, it really was fucking incredible.”
Smacking my arm, she pursed her lips. “You never told me you were a damn comedian.”
“There are a lot of things you haven't learned about me; but you will.” Realizing that the limo wasn't rolling anymore, I looked out the window. “Looks like you're home.”
Leaning over, Glory nodded. “I guess I am.” Flicking her eyes to mine, she asked, “Do you want to come up?”
Thinning my lips, I shook my head. “No, I have a meeting early in the morning, I'm just going to go back to the hotel.”
Her expression held disappointment as the muscles loosened, and her shoulders rolled forward. “Are you sure?”
Pinching her chin with my fingers, I leaned forward and kissed her. “Don't worry, I'll see you tomorrow, I promise. No more going days without you.”
Holding out her pinkie, I gave her a blank stare. “Pinkie promise me.”
“Are you serious?” Laughing lightly, I arched a brow.
“My pinkie is out, isn't it? Pinkie promise me.” Gripping her pinkie with mine, she kissed the back of my knuckle. “I'm holding you to it, you can't break a promise. My dad used to say that a pinkie promise was just as good as writing it on paper.”
“I would never promise you something and not follow through.”
Glory opened the door, climbing outside and turning to face me. “I hope not, Liam.”
She walked up the steps, spinning around to look back at the car over her shoulder. There was no way she could see me behind the black tinted glass, but she smiled and blew me a kiss anyway.
Capturing her kiss, I held it to my cheek just like my mother used to do when I was really little.
Just like that pinkie promise meant everything to Glory, her kiss meant everything to me.
And I would never let one pass me by.
Chapter Nine
Glory
Waking up in the morning, I actually felt good. The sun was up, my mind wasn't hurting and throbbing, and for the first time in weeks, I could envision fixing the mess at my feet.