The Boy Who Has No Hope (Soulless Book 6)

by Victoria Quinn

  “Good,” she said. “Getting a lot of stuff done. I’ve actually got to run back over there to take care of a few things, so I’ll come by at the end of the day.” She still kept up her professionalism, but she was a little different toward me, responding to my tenderness with her own.

  It was a little weird to have her wait on me all the time when I felt like I should be the one taking care of her, but I tried to keep everything separate, just the way my parents had when I was growing up. But now that I’d had her, all of her, it was hard to look at her the same, because all I ever wanted to do was kiss her whenever I saw her, wrap her in my arms and pull her close.

  But if I really did that…we would never get anything done.

  She said goodbye and left.

  I watched her go, stared at her ass until she was gone.

  “You look happy.” Jerome took a bite of his food then gave me a pointed look.

  I turned to him, feeling good for the first time in years. “Yeah…I am.”

  I was alone in the lab because the guys had taken off. I stood at the bench and sketched out my prototype for the rover because I needed to get a design submitted in the next few days. I was so focused that I barely noticed the sound of the door as it closed.

  I dropped my pencil and looked up, seeing Emerson walking toward me with her purse over her shoulder, still gorgeous even after the long day of working in my office and running errands. She looked at me differently than she used to. The change was subtle, but there was definitely a special kind of affection in her eyes.

  Like she was happy too.

  I rose from the stool and walked toward her, eager to get my hands in her hair so I could kiss her. That was exactly what I did, pulled it back from her face and kissed her, a slow and tender kiss full of aching lips and a little bit of tongue.

  She melted at my kiss, like I pulled the ground from underneath her feet. Her hands went to my wrists, and she released a deep breath when I pulled away, like she’d been holding her breath since the moment she looked at me.

  “Let me get my stuff.”

  “Actually, I thought we could work on those interview questions…”

  I’d forgotten about that. I just wanted to get home so I could get back to my new favorite hobby—seeing her naked. “Let’s do that at my place.”

  “Or we could do it here…so we don’t get distracted.”

  Her precautions made me grin.

  “You know I’m right.” She gave me a smile before she walked into my office and got set up.

  I grabbed my satchel and put all my stuff away before I took a seat on the couch across from her. I widened my knees and got comfortable, knowing I just had to get through her questions and then we would go home. I wasn’t eager for sex just because I was a man attracted to a woman, but because she was literally the only person in the world I wanted to have sex with…and the sex was so fucking good. I already had kept my hands off her all day. I didn’t want to do it for another hour.

  She crossed her legs and sat with a straight back, looking through the notes on her lap.

  Could we just get this over with?

  She flipped through the pages. “Well, I think the first thing we should work on is your entrance. You know, a smile and a wave. In general, when you walk into the room…you kinda look like you hate everyone in it.”

  Since her boots were short, most of her legs were revealed, tight and toned, athletic like she was a runner even though that wasn’t possible since she simply didn’t have the time. It must be from wearing heels like that day in and day out.

  Her dress had sleeves, but there was a deep plunge in front that didn’t show her tits, but it showed all the kissable skin above it, the places where I’d kissed her the night before. Her collarbone was sexy too, her long and elegant neck.

  She really was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen.

  When I didn’t answer, she lifted her gaze to look at me.

  My eyes were on her legs, my mind in a completely different stratosphere.

  “Derek?”

  “Hmm?” My eyes lifted to hers.

  She forced an irritated look, but a smile quickly replaced it, like my distraction was somewhat cute. Then she put her notes on the cushion beside her.

  I started to get excited.

  She got to her feet and pulled up her dress to her hips.

  Yes.

  Her panties were pushed over her hips and dropped to her ankles before they were kicked away.

  My throat went dry, and there was a lump in my throat that I couldn’t swallow.

  She came closer to me, looking down at me with her dress still around her hips, her pussy totally bare.

  I wanted to undo my jeans, but I was paralyzed by the moment, the way she came closer to me, the way my fantasy became a reality. My knees widened farther, and I imagined her bouncing on my dick, coming all over me.

  Then she straddled me, her boots still on.

  Fuck yes.

  Her hands undid my jeans, and she tugged everything down so my cock could be free.

  It was as if I hadn’t had her the night before, like I hadn’t gotten laid in months. It was the first time all over again.

  She guided me against her and slowly slid down, taking in my length gently because he was a lot to handle. Farther and farther she went until she couldn’t take any more. She moaned as her palms flattened against my chest, her pussy wet like she’d been thinking about this all day the way I’d been thinking about her.

  I was still for a moment, my eyes closed, a deep, guttural moan coming from my lips. My hands slid up her smooth legs to her ass, and I squeezed her plump cheeks, feeling a shiver up my spine because it felt so damn good. “Fuck…” My feet planted against the floor, and I opened my eyes to look at the woman of my dreams, my fantasies. I couldn’t believe her perfect, tight cunt was wrapped around my dick like this. I breathed hard and fast, couldn’t believe this was real, couldn’t play it cool.

  She unzipped the back of her dress and slowly pulled it over her head. Her bra came undone a moment later, and her tits were revealed, perky with hard nipples.

  All I could do was stare. “Fuck.”

  Confident, she moved up and down, rolling her hips when she was back in my lap, slipping my dick inside her before she rose up again. Her hands slid up my chest to my shoulders, and she used my frame as an anchor to leverage herself. Up and down she moved, her tits shaking slightly and dancing in my face.

  I had fantasized about this very moment in vivid detail. I’d imagined how she would feel, how we would move together, but I could never imagine this feeling in my chest, how deeply I fell into the moment. When I’d originally thought of her this way, it was just about sex. That wasn’t the case anymore.

  My hands pulled at her, and I breathed hard as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I gripped her cheeks and kissed her tits, my fingers digging into her flesh harshly, my moans landed on her skin like I was wild and uncontrollable, panting and writhing, feeling my dick slide in and out of the most perfect pussy in the world. My hand entered her hair and fisted it, but then my hands were on her tits a second later. I was never in one spot too long because I was anxious to touch something else, her flat stomach, her toned thighs, that fucking ass…Damn.

  I was losing my fucking mind.

  Every other woman before her was sterile, routine, boring.

  This was fucking passion…on fire.

  She ground her hips and dug her clit into my flesh, bringing herself to orgasm like she was just using me to get off. Her beautiful skin started to bead with sweat, and her lips parted as she breathed hard. She dug harder and harder into me, bringing herself to climax because she knew exactly how to use a man.

  She could use me all she wanted.

  I watched her come, watched her fall, watched her head roll back as she moaned loudly, filling my office with the echoes of her pleasure. She marked my world with her beauty, and now, her presence would always be thick in these walls. Her fin
gers grabbed my shirt and wrinkled the material with her sweaty palms, but I didn’t care.

  Since she was done, I couldn’t hold on a moment longer. How was I supposed to last when the sexiest woman in the world was bouncing on my dick with no condom, all her cream was building up at my base, and she was naked while only my bottoms were slightly down? She pleased me because she knew nothing would get done until I had her, until I had my woman.

  My head rested against the back of the couch, and I clenched my jaw and groaned because it was so damn good. My hands were all over her body once again, and I panted with exhilaration and enthusiasm. I was never this anxious in bed, never this passionate, but this woman was what I really wanted, and now that I had it, I didn’t know how to absorb it. I was a madman, groaning in pleasure, groping her tits, and just spinning on a high.

  She moved closer to me and cupped the back of my head as she brought our faces close together. Up and down she moved, taking that big dick like an Olympian. “Derek…” My name never sounded sexier. Whenever she said it, it was full of need, like I was oxygen to her lungs. She was coaxing me into the grand finale, asking me to come inside her.

  I hadn’t been with a woman bareback like this in ten years, and I’d forgotten how good it was, how unbelievably intimate it was. I could feel everything, feel her wetness and tightness, and I could give her myself completely. When I’d made love to her last night, I didn’t even think about rolling on a condom. It didn’t seem right, not with her.

  I came inside her, moaning loudly, my arms wrapping around her body and pulling her against my chest, our scents and the scents of sex mixed together into a distinct fragrance. I filled her with the mounds of arousal I had, and my fingers kneaded her skin as I did so. My face rested in her neck, and I whispered, “Baby…” When I was finished, I stayed there, drinking in her skin, gripping her tight. I’d fucked a lot of women, but never like that. I’d never had anything so passionate and real in all my life.

  And it didn’t scare me.

  I eventually released her and fell back against the couch, looking at her perfection on top of me. I wanted her to stay there forever, even when my dick was soft and my come slowly drifted out. I loved the sweat on her skin, the pleasure in her eyes. I just wanted to look at her…forever.

  She moved forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. A gentle kiss was pressed to my lips. “Better?”

  My hand fisted her hair and pulled it off her neck because she was sweaty and damp. “For now.”

  She kissed me again before she got off me. My come left her entrance and dripped down her thighs. There was a box of tissues on my desk, so she cleaned herself up and tossed the balled-up tissues into the trash.

  Damn…sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

  She pulled her panties back on, returned her dress to her body, and took a seat like nothing had happened. She crossed her legs and grabbed the papers she’d been reading minutes ago.

  I leaned back then stared at her, watched her read her notes. How did I work with her every single day and not jump her bones? Why did it take me so long to see what was right in front of me? I thought I could never have another relationship again, and then I met Emerson, whom I trusted implicitly. She’d lied to me about Lizzie, but that was easy to forgive.

  “Okay, so the entrance…” She lifted her gaze from her notes and looked at me.

  “Smile and wave. Got it.”

  “But can you do those things?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t smile often. And I can’t remember the last time I waved…”

  “You have a really nice smile. But you’re right, you hardly ever show it. So when you walk on the stage, give a smile and a wave.”

  All of this was reminding me that not only would this be televised, but there would be people in the audience, looking at me, listening to me, digesting every little thing I did.

  She read my expression like words on a page. “You’ll be great, Derek.”

  “What’s next?”

  “It’s fine to be nervous—”

  “I’m not nervous. I don’t get nervous. The whole situation is just weird.”

  “How is it any different from teaching a classroom of students?”

  “It’s a lot different. For one, I know each and every one of them. For two, my lectures are not gonna be slapped on the internet. And three, I’m talking about something I enjoy.”

  She and I returned to our previous relationship, where she coached me to grow and be better, to do things I didn’t want to do. She was my lover minutes ago, and now she was my friend. “The entire interview is centered around you talking about what you’re passionate about. And you’re inspiring young people to pursue your interests. I think it’s exactly what you want. You just don’t know that yet.”

  I rested my elbow on the armrest so I could lean my chin against my closed fist. I stared at her blue eyes, recognizing special intelligence I would never possess. Even when we were doing something I despised, I was never more comfortable…because of her. I was still experiencing all the benefits of sex on a chemical level in my brain, the dopamine, oxytocin, all the good stuff that made me relax. But I’d rather be home in bed, this stunning naked woman wrapped in my arms.

  “Let’s get to the first question.” She dropped her gaze and read what was written. “You’re gonna have to bear with me here because I don’t understand most of what is being said.”

  That was a good sign. I wanted to talk about my work and the science behind it, nothing off topic. “We don’t need to rehearse those questions. Talking about my work isn’t difficult.”

  “There’re some questions here about family life, your father, a little bit about your time at NASA, so…”

  “You said they wouldn’t ask me about that.”

  “I said you wouldn’t be asked about the Odyssey. But your time at NASA is pretty integral to who you are as a person and a scientist.”

  I had no good memories of that place and didn’t even want to mention it.

  She watched me for a while. “I can tell him to omit it if you prefer, but I think you can still inspire people by your overall experience at NASA.”

  A lot of administrative changes had been made after I left, and they had greater checks and balances in place to make sure everything was as safe as possible. My old boss was fired and replaced by someone less egotistical. Some good came out of it, but it shouldn’t have been necessary in the first place. “It’s fine.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  She turned back to her notes. “Okay, I’ll go through them and skip the science mumbo jumbo.”

  “Is Lizzie interested in science?”

  Emerson lifted her chin at the mention of her daughter. “Honestly, not really. She’s taking beginning geometry right now, and she really hates it. I won’t help her with it because I want her to learn to be resourceful on her own, but I really couldn’t help her anyway because I didn’t understand geometry when I took it in school, and I certainly don’t understand it now.”

  “I think most students feel that way.”

  “Lizzie recently had to dissect a frog for her science class, and she didn’t care for that either.”

  I noticed the way her face lit up when she talked about her daughter, like she enjoyed sharing that aspect of her life with me. The love burning in her eyes was like two beacons in the dark. “I want you there when I do this.” Even if she were backstage or in the audience, it would make me feel much calmer to know my crutch was just feet away. She excited me into happiness, but she also subdued my anger and insecurities.

  At a very slow rate, her eyes softened, and she gave me a tender look. “I had already planned on it.”

  Seventeen

  Emerson

  Ronnie pulled up to the sidewalk outside Derek’s building.

  Derek turned to me and gave me a slight nod toward the lobby, like he wanted me to come inside.

  “I should really get home…” Now that De
rek was mine, I wanted him all the time. A session on the couch was fun, but it wasn’t even close to being enough. I wanted to be with him, really be with him. Now that our souls were vulnerable and connected, it gave me such satisfaction. There was no other kind of happiness like it.

  Derek couldn’t hide his disappointment. “Just for an hour?” He didn’t want to take me away from my daughter or my family, but he wanted more time with me than just seeing me at work. He wanted complete privacy, for us to be away from the world behind the security of his penthouse door.

  I couldn’t say no. “All right.”

  We went to his penthouse on the top floor and stepped inside. He put his satchel on the dining table, the same spot he always put his things. He was in a hoodie and jeans, dressed casually even though he had so many zeros in his bank account. He never dressed up, not once. He turned back to me, his eyes taking me in possessively, like he could touch me without laying a hand on me.

  I loved it when he looked at me like that. No other man in my life ever had. I had a daughter, but Derek was the first real man in my life. There had been no relationship in the last twelve years. Just casual flings to keep me sane. In many ways, he was my one and only, and I couldn’t believe he was so perfect.

  He moved into me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close like he might kiss me. But instead, he just held me there, his strong arms cradling me, his eyes looking into my face as if he hadn’t had a chance to look at me all day.

  I loved those big hands on my body, cupping my cheek or squeezing my ass. When his strong arms wrapped around me, I felt like I was surrounded by a steel cage that would protect me from any harm. I had a beautiful family waiting for me at home, but in his arms felt like the safest place in the world.

  “I just want to be with you for a little bit…” He held me like we were two people on the dance floor swaying to a slow ballad, except there was no music and there was no movement.

  It was a different kind of intimacy that I couldn’t explain, and no amount of eye contact or lovemaking could replicate it. My arm moved around his neck while the other palm rested against his chest, feeling the hard concrete that his muscles resembled. I didn’t feel like the luckiest woman in the world just because he was gorgeous, but because of everything beneath the surface. “I love my daughter, but it’s hard to leave you every day.”