My mind is screaming for me to separate myself from him. A few minutes to process everything that he’s said, a feat that is impossible with his body so close.
“Don’t push me away,” his voice comes out in a whisper as he leans closer and presses his lips to mine.
My heart is racing, and my thoughts are scattered.
With all the strength I have in me, I put my hands between us and push back. “I need a minute,” I tell him, bravely.
He sighs with a nod as he rolls onto his back, letting me go.
Fleeing to the balcony for fresh air seems like the best thing to do. The spring air envelopes me as I play back all of Rhys’ words in my head. Sometimes the past can’t be undone, and what I’ve kept a secret is not something he will ever forgive. Even if we work out this misunderstanding, there’s no chance for us. I’ll have some closure, but I’ll require a lifetime to deal with the outcome of one single weekend.
Would things be different if there was no misconception?
I’m alone long enough that the night air begins to cool my skin ever so slightly. But if I thought he would leave me out here until I figured things out, I was wrong.
The door slides open, and he steps out, immediately wrapping his arms around me, pressing me to his chest. Like that, rational thoughts begin to slip away. Again. He distracts me, often in the most delicious ways.
“I want you,” he whispers as his hands roam my body, skimming my bare shoulders, toying with the zipper on the back of my dress before descending and squeezing my ass cheeks through the fabric. When his fingertips trace the back of my thighs and dance along the hem, I can’t fight back the shudder of anticipation.
His lips land on mine and somewhere in my subconscious I know I should stop him. There is so much more than we need to discuss but as his hand slips underneath my dress and continues upward to my core – my breath hitches and I moan into his kiss as he explores my mouth with his tongue. He lets out a growl the moment he discovers the naked skin hidden beneath my skimpy dress.
I know at this point, there’s no stopping. Even when he pulls back for a moment, eliciting a whimper of protest from me.
With a raised brow he questions his little discovery.
“I didn’t want the panty lines,” I offer a weak explanation. The truth is, I felt bold – empowered even, knowing that I had nothing on underneath. It gave me the edge I needed to remain confident around Rhys. A tease of sorts. Even if he had no idea.
His fingers sweep along my flesh and find my swollen bundle of nerves, “This, is mine,” he claims before slipping his fingers inside and smothering me in a fierce kiss.
I arch into him, silently pleading for more. He complies, working his fingers in and out while stroking my clit until my toes curl. My head falls onto his chest, and I let out a climatic scream into the night as my body convulses in pleasure. It doesn’t matter that we’re outside where anyone could see or hear us. In my head, it’s only Rhys and me.
“Fuck, I’ve missed that.” Rhys kisses my forehead gently as he removes his fingers. “And, I think we’re both overdressed,” he says as he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. My dress bunches at my hips, exposing my sensitive core and giving me room to grind against his fabric covered erection.
“Christ, KJ,” he fumbles his way back inside, collapsing back on the bed with me on top of him.
“Problems, Officer?”
He lifts his hips while pushing mine down harder. “Does this feel like a problem to you?” My head falls back as his shaft hits my clit and an aftershock rolls over me. “Take the dress off KJ, before I rip it off.”
I have no reason to doubt that he would tear it from my body. As sexy as that image is – I don’t want to explain to Zoey why the dress she lent me is ruined, so I opt to with removing it like someone with more patience than I’m feeling right now. “You’re going to have to help,” I move quickly, turning my back to Rhys and straddling his thighs, so he has a better view of the zipper that sits just out of my reach.
Suddenly his urgency to rid us both of our clothes dies as he slowly and torturously, drags the zipper down my spine, tracing its path with gentle kisses. When he stops, I tug it over my head and toss it to the floor.
Catching my reflection in the mirror over the dresser in front of us, reality creeps in. Exposed in this light, I notice the faded stretch marks and the fullness of my breast that didn’t exist when we were here before.
If he notices the changes, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, Rhys moves my body off his and kneels behind me, pressing his bare chest against my back. Cupping me in both of his hands, he gives each nipple a pinch while burying his face into my neck, nipping, and kissing my skin. The erotic image we’re creating pushes my self-conscience thoughts away.
His left-hand moves south, teasing me again – while his right-hand grips my shoulder and gives me a gentle push forward. I take the cue and present myself to him on all fours. “Gorgeous,” he mummers and his hands disappear from my skin. I hear the clank of his belt, the hiss of his zipper and the rustle of fabric as I impatiently wait for what’s next. When I glance up into the mirror again, Rhys has his pants around his thighs and his length in his hand, working it slowly as he leans closer to me. He runs his cock though my wetness, once, twice, before nudging gently against my entrance and retreating. My frustrated growl elicits a chuckle from Rhys as he repeats his actions again. This time when his cock meets skin, I quickly press back against him, forcing him right where I want him.
He gives in and slides home, filling me completely.
“Oh, God,” I gasp in pleasure.
“Fuck, yes.” Rhys smacks my ass then groans when I pulse around him. “KJ,” his voice comes out strained, “Baby, I need to fuck you. Hard. Fast,” he pants, clearly fighting back the urge to do so without knowing that I’m on board.
“Yes, please.”
That’s all the permission Rhys needs before he begins to pound into me, over and over again. He works my body into a pleasured frenzy with each thrust and when he reaches around adding his fingers against my clit, rubbing, and pinching ever so slightly – I know there is no holding back. My whole-body tingles as my second orgasm of the night takes over. Somewhere in my haze, I hear Rhys curse as his pace quickens and then he’s gone. I feel his hot release spill against my spine as I collapse into a heap on the bed. His body covers mine, his cock still pulsing between us as he places a kiss on my shoulder.
“Wow.”
A hum in agreement is all I can manage. Rhys Mitchell has once again made me thoroughly spent.
As I fight the urge to give into post-coital bliss and sleep, I feel Rhys slip from the bed and hear water running from the bathroom. Minutes later he returns and swipes a warm washcloth across my back, no doubt wiping away his mark from my skin.
When he’s done, he nudges me gently, “You might be more comfortable if you moved up here where the pillows are.”
I whimper in protest, moving my weary body, laying my head on the fluffy white down pillows, and firmly ignoring the urge to lay my head on Rhys’ shoulder instead. My heavy eyes drift closed.
“I’m sorry.” His whispered confession shocks me, forcing me to open my eyes and look closely at the man lying next to me. “Maybe I could have done something different, and we wouldn’t have spent a whole year apart with you hating me and me trying to forget you.”
“I don’t really hate you, Rhys,” I couldn’t. I didn’t have it in me to hate the person who gave me the most precious gift in the world.
Guilt slowly rises as I think about the secret I’ve kept. This, will be over the minute the truth comes out.
I know in my gut that I should tell him. Right now. While we’re laying it all out on the line. Maybe if I was a better person, I would. Instead, I hold back and try to push all the details from my mind.
Somehow, I end up in Rhys’ arms as his hands trace lazy circles across my back. “I want more from you this time. A chance to see wher
e this goes.”
I’m no fool. A relationship built on a lie will lead us nowhere. Will telling him the truth make him want to stick around out of obligation or some kind of twisted sense of honor? Or, even worse, there’s a chance he’ll crush my heart once and for all when he runs away. I can’t expect him to take responsibility for something that he didn’t have much of a say in. At least, that’s what I try to convince myself as I drift off to sleep.
The next morning, I wake to Rhys sleeping soundly beside me.
I’ve been here before.
Back then I was hungover, in his rumpled dress shirt and missing my panties. That’s where it all went downhill. He had somehow gotten my drunk ass back to my room, took care of me while I tossed my cookies and tucked me into bed like a gentleman while he slept mostly clothed on top of the blankets beside me.
This time, he’s wearing a little less. His chest is bare. The sheet is tangled around his thighs, low enough to let me know that he’s only wearing those incredibly sexy Calvin Klein’s he loves so much. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, look it up. Seriously. Those underwear are like Victoria’s Secrets on a man. That good.
I tried everything to fight off Rhys last night, and yet here I am again. Wrapped up in a sheet with his scent on my skin. I wanted to be angry with him for leaving. Debated setting him straight and telling him about what’s waiting for me back home but when he started talking about what we had…when his lips touched mine…all rational thought went out the window.
The moment I saw him again Thursday afternoon, my body came back to life. It didn’t matter that he seemed to be unable to recognize me. Or that he wrote that silly ticket for speeding. Deep down, I felt like someone had jolted my heart back into rhythm.
Then he carried me through the hotel like a caveman and tucked us away in my hotel room. Rhys knew exactly what he was doing as he took control of my body.
In the light of day, last night’s guilt has been replaced with a hint of anger and resentment. And admittedly, a bit of longing too. My heart may want to see where this goes, but my mind – my mind has a better plan. It’s time to give Rhys Mitchell a little payback and enjoy this while it lasts.
I’ve never been one to play games when it comes to sex or relationships. Right now, though, I’m using the only leverage I have, to cope. Instead of doing what’s right, I’m doing what’s fun. Consequences and regret be damn. When this weekend ends, I’ll walk away from him completely. Once and for all. Without telling him the truth. I refuse to trap him. It’s not right. He has too much going for himself, too much life to live. So, I’ll give him all I have for the weekend and leave. It’s for the best.
We all have our crosses to bear. This one is mine.
I sigh and notice Rhys’ lips twitch. His eyes flutter open and I’m awestruck at exactly how gorgeous his face is. When he locks eyes with me, he smirks.
“Morning.”
The sound of his sleepy morning voice has memories from a year ago playing in my head like a movie reel. The way he whispered in my ear as he woke me up with his cock in my… No! Not going there. I may have given in last night, but I’m not going there with him again today.
“Uhm, hi.” I can’t help it, my eyes roam his body again, and I notice his morning wood.
“Like what you see?” He moves slightly and tries to discreetly adjust his hardened length. “So, are we good now? I’ve had a shoot to get to, but I want to see you again.” I can tell by his tone that he’s thinking things are okay. Something about his confidence in the situation makes my plan even sweeter.
Oh, Rhys, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.
KJ doesn’t answer my question right away. Instead, she gives me a seductive smile and moves closer. She runs her hands over my chest and wraps her arms around my neck as her legs straddle my hips.
I swallow hard and fight back a groan. Fuck, I’m already ready to go. I woke up hard, but my dick is screaming for attention now. It’s her. Only her. No one else has ever had this effect on me.
She leans in and kisses my lips while grinding against me. I swear on all that is holy, my heart starts beating out of my chest as I wait for her next move. When her lips meet mine, it takes every ounce of restraint I have not to flip us over and claim her. Instead, I let her take control, giving myself to her completely.
She teases me for a while, rubbing over me and making me wish the fabric wasn’t separating me from the one place I really want to be right now. When her breath quickens, I can tell my girl has had her fill with the games. She moves off me long enough for me to lift my hips and help her rid me of my boxers. Then KJ sinks onto my shaft in one swift movement.
“Fuck.” I let out a groan as she laces our fingers together, raising my hands over my head and begins working her body up and down.
The room is filled with sounds of our skin slapping together as I thrust up into her, moans as we each chase our own pleasure. I long to reach out and touch her, squeeze her nipples between my fingers, but she still has my arms pinned over my head. I don’t usually let women take control like this. With KJ, it’s different. Being at her mercy makes the whole scene that much hotter.
Since my hands are otherwise occupied, I use my core strength to sit up enough to latch on to her tits, one by one, sucking and nipping at her hardened peaks. Behind us, I can see a glimpse of us in the mirror. The sight of her riding my cock like this, seeing my length disappear inside of her over and over again has my balls tightening and threatening to spill.
I can feel her body squeezing me, dragging me toward the edge with her. When she arches back and grinds down, I’m gone. As I explode inside her, she moves forward and snuggles into my neck, humming in her own pleasure.
Having her on top of me gives me a sense of peace as I recover.
All too soon, KJ rolls to the side, but cuddles against me, her head on my outstretched arm. I close my eyes and nearly drift off again when I feel cold metal slap against my wrist.
KJ quickly rolls off the bed, escaping my grasp.
The little minx has cuffed me to the leg of the bedside table.
“KJ,” I warn.
“Rhys.” She stares back. “I think I like you like this. It’s sexy.”
“Haha, funny. Uncuff me. I need to shower, I’ve got to meet up with Cooper soon.”
“I think I’m good,” she says as she begins pulling on a pair of leggings and a baggy t-shirt. “I’m going to go get some coffee. See how Zoey’s night ended.”
I’m still pleading with her while she slips on her shoes. “Fucking Christ, KJ. I did not leave you detained nor abandon you. Uncuff me.”
“See ya later,” she blows a kiss over her shoulder, dangling the key to the cuffs in her hand just before the door clicks shut behind her.
Motherfucker. This woman is infuriating as hell.
Banging my head back against the wall, I consider my options.
I can hope she takes pity on me when she comes back.
There’s no wiggling out of it. She’s got one side cuffed securely to my wrist. The other is attached to the bedside table leg, between the drawer and a shelf, preventing me from easily slipping that cuff off. I could easily break it, maybe, but I’m pretty sure the hotel would frown upon it. I’ll consider that a last resort.
Motherfucker.
I have to laugh, this is the only time I’ve ever had a woman turn the tables on me like this. And like the sonofabitch that I am, I’m turned on by her little game. Unfortunately.
If I wait for her, I can potentially save myself some embarrassment. Otherwise, I’m going to have to reach for my phone that is on the dresser by rearranging the room and moving this bedside table with me, to call Smitty to rescue me.
Fuck. He’ll never let me live this down.
Waiting seems like the most appealing, right up until my phone starts buzzing. Shit.
Imagine my naked ass, trying ever so carefully to maneuver a heavy and awkwardly shaped bedside table across
a hotel room, with one hand cuffed to it.
By the time I reach the dresser, my phone has stopped ringing and the voicemail alert chimes. I quickly play it back and curse. Cooper’s on his way which means I now have about twenty minutes to figure a way out of this mess.
I can’t believe I am about to make this call.
“Hey, Rhys, what’s up?”
“Fucking women. I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea, but Smitty, I’m gonna need your help.”
The fucker chuckles at me, “What did you do now, pretty boy?”
“Can you just come up to room…” shit which room am I in? “Room 403, knock when you get here.”
“I’m down the hall. I’ll be there in five.”
“Thank fuck.”
Now I need to figure out where the little minx hid my goddamn boxers. And how the hell I’m going to get them on, one-handed.
Knock. Knock.
Son of a bitch. Too late. I take a deep breath…Smitty is about to get a whole lot more than he bargained for.
I look hilarious as fuck, carrying this damn nightstand to the door too. When I find KJ, her ass is mine. Smitty knocks again, and I curse under my breath as I sit the nightstand down. Pulling the door open a hair, I’m careful to hide behind the solid metal.
“Tell me you’ve got cuff keys on you.”
Smitty busts out laughing in the middle of the hallway, “Let me in pretty boy, I gotta see this.”
“No. Hard no, Smitty. Just give me the keys.” I twist awkwardly and slide my hand out the door and wiggle my fingers. “Give me the damn keys.”
“I don’t have…” he tries to catch his breath between fits of laughter. “I don’t have my keys, Rhys.”
“Christ, you got a utility knife on you or something?”
“What are you cuffed to Rhys?”
“Fuck you, Smitty.”
“Oh dude, Cooper’s here. Looking for you.”
“I swear to fucking God if you don’t help me out here, I’m never bailing your ass out again.”
A sweet feminine voice clears her throat, “Uh, you’re on the clock Officer Jackass. Where’s your counterpart?”
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