The Boy Who Has No Hope (Soulless Book 6)

by Victoria Quinn

  My hand immediately clutched his bicep for balance.

  With his eyes still on me, he held my knee in one hand while the other pulled down the zipper along the inside of my thigh to my ankle. When it was loose, he pulled it off. Then he did the other, watching me all the while.

  I almost couldn’t stand it.

  Once I was barefoot, I was much shorter than him, our eyes no longer level like they had been before. But he didn’t mind dropping his chin to look at me with the same intensity, both of his thumbs hooking into the fabric of my panties to push them down over my hips and ass so they could fall to the floor.

  When I was naked, he stared me up and down, swallowing the lump in his throat like I had the sexiest figure he’d ever seen. When he lifted his gaze again, he grabbed my wrists and placed my palms on his stomach, silently telling me to undress him.

  My fingers gripped his t-shirt and slowly pulled it up over his abs, revealing the strong grooves of muscles that formed hills and valleys. My fingers slid underneath the fabric so I could touch him as I removed his attire at the same time, to feel his heat and strength, to touch the hardest man I’d ever felt.

  I revealed his hard chest, two strong walls protecting his heart. I was too short to get the shirt over his head, so he helped me the rest of the way.

  My hands went to his jeans next, and I popped the button at the top, seeing the outline of his rock-hard dick before I even got it loose. The zipper came free, and then I pulled his pants down over his narrow hips, revealing the black boxers underneath. The jeans slid the rest of the way, and he stepped out of them. He’d toed off his shoes on his own and left his black socks behind.

  My thumbs scooped into his boxers the way his had scooped into mine, and I didn’t have the restraint to go slow the way he did, so I quickly pulled them down, following the trail down his stomach to the gorgeous dick waiting for me.

  I pulled his boxers to his thighs and stared at a perfectly groomed cock that would be ready for anything, a thick vein along the shaft, the head slightly red because the blood had been pulsing there for a while. Big, thick, and eager, it was a dream. But I’d already been expecting it because Derek seemed like a man who had a big dick.

  The boxers slid to his ankles, and he stepped out of them, along with his socks. When he was completely naked in front of me, he stared me down, over six feet of masculine perfection, his eyes only interested in looking at me. He could have any woman he wanted, but I was the only one he wanted in his bed, the only woman he wanted in his heart.

  The kiss finally came when he slid his hand into the back of my hair and fisted it hard, making my head tilt back so he could angle his neck down and kiss me. His anxious lips landed on mine, aggressive but slow, giving me purposeful embraces that were expertly executed, like he’d been thinking about this for a long time.

  I knew for a fact that he had…because I’d read about it.

  His arm slid around my lower back, and he pulled me into him as he continued his passionate kiss, breathing into me as he filled my lungs with his arousal, his fingers tightening on my hair like he had complete control over me now. He squeezed me against his chest, his hand moving down to grab my ass with his large fingers.

  My hands glided across his shoulders before I hooked my arms around his neck, letting him devour me like he couldn’t get enough of me, letting him make me feel like a beautiful woman with a beautiful soul. He hadn’t even entered me, and he was about to make me have an orgasm because the passion was enough to stimulate me. I’d never been kissed like this in my entire life, the way a man deeply in love kissed a woman.

  I panted into his mouth because the desire started to char my skin. My arms left his neck, and my hands started to drag down his sculpted back, my nails slicing into muscle after muscle.

  I knew right then and there that there would never be another man for me after Derek Hamilton. He would be either be the man who became my husband…or the man I could never replace after he was gone.

  He guided me back toward the bed, and in a fluid motion, I lay back on the bed the housekeeper had made that morning and felt him move on top of me, his knees separating my thighs, his hips moving between my widening legs. His kiss maintained the same intensity, like there had never been a pause as we maneuvered onto the bed. His fat dick rested against me, hot against my clit, hard against my stomach.

  My nails clawed down his back, and I became so anxious I was practically delirious. “Derek…” I didn’t want to wait a second longer. I was already dripping onto his bedding because I was slicker than I’d ever been before. I spoke into his kiss because I didn’t want to halt that, not even for a second, to beg.

  He pulled his hips back and broke our kiss so he could direct his head inside me, his thickness pressing into my narrow slit with difficulty. His concentrated expression was on mine, to witness my reaction to him, to feel the connection between our minds as well as our bodies. It took him a second to push past my entrance, to force me to open for his size, but once he was in, he was able to sink easily, aided by my slickness. He sank deeper and deeper, moving until there was nowhere else for him to go.

  I arched my back and moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure so intensely that my nerves and pleasure centers were set on fire. My legs widened, and I pulled him closer to me, bringing our faces together once again. My hand cupped his face, my fingers sliding past his shadowed jawline, and I moaned quietly like he was thrusting inside me even though he hadn’t moved his hips at all.

  He glided one hand down my leg to my knee to direct my calf over his back and ass. The darkness in his eyes was different, a storm of clouds and lightning, like he felt a cacophony of emotions, various levels of desire. “Baby…” He clenched his jaw like being squeezed by my pussy was testing his nerves. “Fuck, this feels right.” He started to thrust inside me, his dick hitting me deep, his hard body grinding against my clit.

  My hands dug into the back of his hair, and I panted into his mouth. “It does…” My other hand went to his back and pulled him into me even though he was doing a damn good job as it was. My lips trembled against his, and the pleasure between my legs couldn’t compare to the fullness in my heart. “Derek…?” My nails started to slice his skin as the pleasure made my toes curl and cramp. “Derek?” My brain struggled to process what I felt, the tsunami that hit me and pulled me under. Did he really just make me come that quickly? Was I really squeezing his dick hard and convulsing? “Derek…” I pulled him tighter, bucked my hips against him, felt the tears drip from the corners of my eyes and streak to my ears. My face automatically went into his neck as I held on.

  He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back to the mattress, holding me there so he could watch, watch me shed tears of bliss, watch me go through the exquisite pleasure that made me feel so many highs. With a clenched jaw and a hard expression, he watched me come around him, took in every second like he didn’t want to miss any part of it.

  When I finished, all the muscles in my body slowly relaxed so I could soften once more, catch my breath, withdraw my nails from his flesh. My eyes were still watery, my skin wet from the tears that had already dripped to my ears. That took me no time at all, and I knew it wasn’t just because of his size, his perfectly chiseled body, or that gorgeous face. It was because of the way I felt about him, the connection we had, the closeness we shared.

  “You just made this so much easier for me…” He continued his thrusts, his expression tightening, his eyes focused and hard as he looked into my face, his cock throbbing in my tightness. His breathing rose and rose, his skin flushed with blotches of redness, and he moaned before he released.

  I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him deep inside me, wanting him to fill me, to feel the pleasure he just gave me, the physical satisfaction as well as the emotional. This moment had been a long time coming, months in the making, and now it felt like we were finally where we were supposed to be.

  He kept his eyes on me as he finished, ha
ving such a sexy orgasm face.

  It made me want to go all over again.

  He filled me with another moan, making me full, heavy, and warm.

  When he was finished, he stayed inside me, his breathing still deep and rugged.

  “Please don’t stop…” I squeezed his hips with my thighs, my nails starting to claw at him again, still needing him, even though he’d already given me more than enough. “I need more.”

  He started to thrust inside me again, his soft cock hardening again at my words. “I need it more.”

  Sixteen

  Derek

  I lay with Emerson nestled in my arms, her leg tucked between mine, her arm draped around my waist, her hair all over the place. Her cheek was against my shoulder, and she breathed quietly, dozing off for a moment.

  The backs of my fingers glided down her body, following the curve of her waist to her hips. Her skin was so soft, and it felt exactly the way I’d imagined it would. Her smell mixed with sex was a scent I’d never forget. I wanted it permanently stained on my pillowcases. The lights from the city were bright through the window, but we were still in darkness, just lying together.

  Lost, I’d been wandering through life without much of a purpose lately. I went to clubs with the guys, the richest and best-looking guy there, but there was no reward for it. Every girl who came up to me looked like the previous one. They all had the same face, at least in my eyes. They were just a different version of Fleur. My vision was blurry, and the world looked the same everywhere I turned, vague and colorless.

  But Emerson stood out to me, a rainbow in a sea of gray.

  Now that I had her, I didn’t feel so lost anymore.

  My stomach was proverbially full, my mind was satisfied, my body was fulfilled. I’d been craving one single thing for so long, and everything else on the menu was tasteless. I finally got a bite, but I wanted the whole meal. I wanted to have the same thing every night.

  I didn’t realize just how unhappy I had been for the last decade…until I was happy again.

  She released a quiet sigh before she propped herself up on her elbow and looked outside. The lights reflected in her eyes, and her smeared makeup was somehow better than when it was perfect.

  I stared at her, watched her look out my window, and moved my fingers through her messy hair. “You’re beautiful.”

  She turned her head back to me, a soft smile moving onto her lips.

  Fuck, how did I live without her for so long?

  “I don’t want to go…but I should.”

  This wasn’t the way I wanted our relationship to be, where she left me every night, where her time with me was always limited. But I understood that her dedication would never be to me fully, that there would always be someone more important. “Alright.”

  “And you and this bed are so comfy that if I don’t get up right now, I’ll fall asleep…and never leave.” She moved out of the bed and walked to her clothes on the floor, her gorgeous body a silhouette in the dark, a perky ass, a nice stomach, and sexy tits. Her legs were nice too, longer than a summer day. She slowly got dressed, pulling on every article of clothing one by one.

  I stayed in bed and watched.

  When she was clothed, she headed toward my bathroom. “Mind if I use your restroom?”

  “You can use anything you want, baby.” I watched her go, watched her hips shake as she gave me a smile and disappeared.

  I’d never called anyone baby, but with her it, it just fit.

  She was my baby.

  “Oh my fucking god…” Her voice came from the bathroom. “I look like a train wreck.”

  I grinned, remembering the way her eyes watered when she came the first time…and the second.

  “Jesus, I don’t know how I’m going to hide this…”

  I got out of bed and pulled on a new pair of boxers, since my first ones were a little damp from watching her walk around all day in that dress. I pulled on a long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants. “Leave a makeup bag here.”

  “I guess I’ll have to.”

  I entered the kitchen where the bag of to-go food sat on the table, and I opened it to eat at the dining table.

  She joined me a few minutes later. “I should go, but I’m starving.” She joined me at the table and pulled her burger out of the bag and helped herself to a handful of fries. She licked the salt off her fingertips then took a bite of the sandwich in her hand.

  I watched her as I ate, watched her devour her food like she was starving. I didn’t have anything to say, but it didn’t matter because I never had to force myself to say anything with her. She was the one person in the world with whom I could just be quiet and that was perfectly fine.

  After a couple bites, she looked at me. “So…when do you want to start prepping for that interview?”

  “I don’t care.”

  “Well, it’s on Friday, so we should probably start tomorrow.”

  “Alright.” I wasn’t nearly as opposed to the stuff she encouraged me to do now that our relationship was different. Any time with her, regardless of what we did, made me happy. I could kiss her whenever the hell I wanted to. I could tell her she was beautiful. I could lift up her dress and make love to her on the spot. I could look at her tits whenever I felt like it. “I told Jerome and Pierre about us.”

  “What?” She was about to eat another fry, but she stopped herself. “Why?”

  “That was what we were fighting about.”

  “Why were you fighting about it?”

  I shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I told them.”

  “But I thought we agreed that we would be professional—”

  “I don’t care.”

  She seemed a little stunned by my answer.

  Now that I’d slept with her, I felt differently about the whole thing. “You’re the woman in my life, and I’m not going to pretend otherwise. I’m the lead engineer and CEO of that place. People have a problem with that, I really don’t care.”

  “I’m just afraid people will treat me differently—”

  “Then tell me, and I’ll fire them.”

  She paused for another moment before placing the fry into her mouth.

  “I have to accept the fact that you have another life that I’m not a part of—which is fine. But this part of your life, the one where you’re with me, I’m not going to pretend. We’re together—period.”

  “But you don’t think it will be posted on the internet?”

  “I’m sure it will be. But I have nothing to hide.”

  “I just… I’m scared my mother or Lizzie will see it.”

  I hadn’t anticipated that.

  “But you’re right, that’s just so much work. If they ask about it, I’ll just say they’re false rumors.”

  “Would it really be that much of a problem if they knew you were dating me?” Her mother must be aware of the dates she sometimes went on.

  “No. I just…” She set down her burger. “I guess I don’t want to lay it on them right away. Lizzie has never even heard of me being with a guy, even just a date, so this will be new to her. I want to be the one to tell her, and I don’t want to tell her until there’s something to tell…”

  I was starting to grasp just how much she went out of her way to protect her daughter, to wrap her in a protective bubble. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to force anything. I just…want to be in this relationship completely. I’m a very transparent person. I didn’t consider the fact that Lizzie would be threatened by me, uncomfortable, or just not like me with you…”

  She stared down at her food for a while as she processed what I said. “That’s not really what I’m worried about.” She raised her chin and looked at me. “I know she’s going to love you, Derek. I just…don’t want her to get attached and have her heart broken.”

  That was when I finally understood.

  She cleared her throat and grabbed her burger again. “I’m sure everything will be fine. If my mother asks about it, I’ll tell her the truth, a
nd she’ll keep it from Lizzie. It’s unrealistic to expect us to appear like colleagues all the time, so that’s fair.”

  When I got into the Escalade the next morning, there was only one thing I wanted to do.

  The same thing I’d wanted to do since I’d dropped her off the night before.

  I closed the door behind me, looked at her gorgeous face, and leaned over and kissed her. “Morning, baby.”

  She kissed me back with slight hesitation, like she hadn’t expected the affection. But she kissed me back and flashed me a sincere smile afterward. “Morning.”

  I pulled on my safety belt then grabbed my laptop from my bag. When I noticed the car hadn’t moved yet, I lifted my gaze and looked in the rearview mirror.

  Ronnie’s eyes were wide, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just witnessed. When he felt my stare, he cleared his throat. “Morning, Mr. Hamilton.” He hit the gas and got on the road.

  “Morning, Ronnie,” I said with a smile.

  After we got to work, Emerson worked in my corporate office for most of the day, so I didn’t see her until she dropped off lunch. Pierre didn’t acknowledge my existence because he was obviously still pissed about yesterday. I wasn’t sure if he was still mad that I’d yelled at him, or if he was just mad that Emerson was mine.

  Emerson delivered lunch and spread it out on the table, Italian food. “Lunch is here, boys.” Today, she was in a long-sleeved dress with booties on her feet, her hair long and curled like it was yesterday.

  “Damn, that smells good.” Jerome put down his gear and walked over to grab a plate.

  Pierre kept working.

  I walked to the table and helped myself. “How’s your day been?” I didn’t kiss her or touch her, but I still blanketed her with my affection with my question.