Suddenly (Romance on the Go Book 0)

by Beth D. Carter

  The game went into the tenth inning before the Cardinals were able to score the winning run. She rose and gave a standing ovation to not only the winners but to the other team for a well-played game. It seemed only natural when Dalton took her hand led her from the stadium, back to the train station, to head toward his house. There was no talk about her leaving because in her mind, she already knew how the night would end.

  “Would you like a beer?” he asked once they got back to his home. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle, holding it out to her.

  “No, thanks,” she said.

  He screwed off the lid and tossed it in the trash before a long drink. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to him, placed her hands on his shoulders, and raised up on her toes to kiss him.

  Dalton stared at her for a long moment. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t want you to be pressured into thinking you have to thank me for any particular reason.”

  “I know. The attack doesn’t drive me to thank you, rather … it woke me up to what I really want.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “You.” She smiled. “Kiss me, Dalton.”

  Chapter Five

  So he did just that, deepening it immediately, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to possess her, and she felt the change between them. There wasn’t any hesitation, no coy reserve left at all. He wanted her and she wanted him, so Bellah opened for him, darting her tongue forward to dance with his. He withdrew and plunged, nibbled and devoured, until they were breathless.

  He swept her up in his arms, his muscles bulging as he held her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her back to his bedroom. He didn’t stop until they were at his bed and he tumbled her onto the mattress, coming down on top of her.

  “If you want to change your mind,” he said in a thick, guttural voice, “this is it.”

  “I’m not going to change my mind,” she said.

  With her words, he went back to kissing her, and all other thoughts left her. They pulled at each other’s clothing, taking everything off as fast as possible. Bellah needed to feel his skin against hers, needed to feel her own softness pressed against his muscles.

  She tugged his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside before admiring the hard muscles. Dalton had an ass that made her want to take a bite out of it. His cock stood big and thick as it jutted proudly from a thatch of hair. He admired her as well as he undressed her, using his lips and tongue as the method of showing his appreciation.

  He leaned over and trailed his lips down her neck, his fingertips traveling upward until they reached her breasts. She hissed and arched her back, thrusting more into his hands as his thumb flicked over her nipples.

  “Dalton, please!”

  His rolled her taut nipple around with his fingertips, taking turns with his mouth as he sucked on the buds. Bellah buried her hands in his hair, loving the torment. Then he moved down her body and pried her legs apart, sliding his fingers up her thighs to find her dripping pussy. He pushed one finger through her slit, into her core, and her hips undulated, her cream a natural lubricant. Adding another finger, he pumped in and out between her pussy lips to make sure to bump against her clit. He leaned forward to lap up her juices, first off her thighs and then following the trail up. While his finger continued to tease, he sucked her sensitive clit into his mouth and began to suck. She cried, thrusting against his face in time with the fingers that fucked her. Her climax rose sharply and she couldn’t hold back, screaming his name as her orgasm swept over her. He lapped it up, licking her until she gave a little shudder and went limp.

  “Oh, my God,” she said a bit breathlessly. Dalton kissed his way back up her body until he found her mouth again. She tasted herself on his lips.

  “Ditto,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful.”

  She pushed against his shoulders until he lay on his back and she looked him up and down. “I look nothing like the usual women you date.”

  “I’ve never brought one of those women to my house,” he told her. “They never got into my personal space.”

  “Only me?”

  He nudged her nose with his. “Only you.”

  She kissed his lips, his chin, his cheek, and when she got to his ear, whispered, “My turn.”

  He lay back and let her have her way with him. She admired his blood-engorged cock, and it twitched as if it knew it. She palmed his balls, caressed them, feeling each individual weight. Dalton moaned and buried his hands in her hair, obviously liking her examination. She ran a finger over the tip of his cock, catching the moisture leaking from the tip and using it to coat the head. She rubbed it over and over, back and forth as she kissed the hot skin at the base of the shaft and then moved upward, taking her sweet time to enjoy it.

  The skin on the head was smooth but swollen as pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip. Bellah sucked it into her mouth, using the flat top of her tongue to massage up and down. Dalton made breathy little noises of need that just about drove her crazy. She rubbed the bulging vein that disappeared under the mushroom head where she lapped up the drops of white fluid that dripped from the hole.

  He moaned and bucked his hip as if demanding attention, and she slipped her mouth around the head, tracing each curve with her tongue. Easing her mouth over then down, going slowly. Her right hand encircled the base while her left hand rested on Dalton’s hip to control the thrusts.

  Bellah began the blowjob with short, shallow thrusts. Each time, however, allowing his cock to go further, deeper, letting her throat muscles relax. In short time, she deep-throated him, making him moan and shake with pleasure.

  Little by little, she increased the tempo, speeding up, her right hand moving to his sack and squeezing it, playing with it, rolling his balls through the thin skin. Dalton gave a heavy gasp, his hips twitching under the restraint he struggled to hold on to.

  “God! Bellah!” He grunted. “You’re amazing, sweetheart.”

  With obvious reluctance, he pulled back to plop out of her mouth. She looked up at him through her lashes, knowing her lips glistened with saliva.

  “I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he told her. “Not this time. I want to be in your tight little pussy.”

  The dirty words made her shiver with desire. He turned onto his side and reached over to the nightstand to open the drawer and grab a condom. Through half-open eyes, she watched him don the rubber and lube it up. Then he took hold of one of her thighs and rested it over his hip, which lined his cock up directly with her open slit.

  “Take me,” he repeated, holding his shaft to push inside her.

  “Yes. Yes!” she cried as she sank down on him. He filled her up and then rolled them until she was on her back and he was nestled between her legs. And as he pressed forward, she suddenly knew her entire world had changed.

  ****

  As soon as he entered her wet depths, something meaningful singed through his blood. This wasn’t just a meaningless fuck. Bellah wasn’t just another woman to him. As their bodies merged, he felt their souls joining, becoming one.

  “Fuck!” he groaned when he bottomed out all the way inside her. His balls rested snugly against her. “I don’t think I can last long, Bellah. Your pussy is so tight.”

  “I need you so badly, Dalton. Please!”

  Her plea drove him wild and he pounded into her harder, deeper. Her tight cunt turned his brain to mush. He was fast losing control and he so wanted this moment to never end. She felt so damn good wrapped around him, skin to skin.

  “Christ, Bellah,” he ground out. “Are you close, sweetheart?”

  “Yes!” she cried. “Yes! Dalton!”

  He reached down between their bodies and touched her clit, and that was all she needed to fly apart. He felt her pussy spasm around his cock. Her incoherent cries of pleasure pushed him over the top and he came with a loud shout. His cock jerked as he spilled into the latex barrier.

  And
he knew. This was it. This was his girl. Just as sudden as that.

  Chapter Six

  Bellah drifted back to wakefulness sometime later and it took a moment for her to comprehend where she was. Then the memories came rushing back and she sat up abruptly. She was in Dalton’s bed and she’d just had mind-blowing sex with her boss. Oh, holy crap!

  Was he regretting this? He wasn’t in the bed with her and when she realized the sheets were cool, it meant he’d been gone for some time. She had to know. She had to make sure he had felt it too. That zing between them had turned into a life-alternating connection and she didn’t know what she’d do if he hadn’t sensed it as well. She picked up the t-shirt and slipped it on. It fell to mid-thigh so she didn’t bother to put on the pants or panties.

  As she neared the kitchen and living room combo, she heard his voice. He was on the phone, and pissed, if his tone was any indication.

  “I want to know what the hell you were thinking?” he yelled to the person on the other end.

  She flinched. She’d never heard his fury and had a feeling she knew who he was yelling at.

  “I know this won’t happen again. Do you know why? Because you’re fired. No, you clearly have a problem with rejection and my suggestion is find a therapist because if you thought having your brother deal with your work problems by eliminating the competition was the right thing to do, you need help.”

  He ended the call and dropped his phone on the coffee table with a loud clatter. She moved forward into the room and he looked up her.

  “Sorry,” he said with a grimace. “Did you hear all that?”

  “Yes,” she said. “So it was Jaclynn.”

  “She called me, asked me to ask you not to press charges against her brother. Pleaded that he was drunk when he came after you.”

  “I don’t know if he was or not,” she said. “I don’t remember alcohol but I was pretty much out of my mind with panic.”

  “I was thinking about your need to feel safe, and to take self-defense classes. What if the company had classes?”

  “You mean, the whole company?”

  He nodded. “I want all the women who work for me to feel safe. And I also want people to go through anger management. Jaclynn let herself be consumed with spite, and that’s not healthy for anyone.”

  “I think those are great ideas.”

  He reached out and pulled her into his arms. “Great. Also, you now have a new parking space.”

  “I do?”

  “Mm-hm. Right next to me, where you belong.”

  “I belong next to you?”

  “Yeah. I think you do.”

  ****

  The rest of the weekend, they stayed in bed, only donning clothes to eat. Sunday night, he drove her to her apartment so she could get a change of clothes for Monday. She didn’t miss his frown as he looked around her small place and she knew what he was thinking. Yes, he paid her a lot of money and she could afford something bigger, but she’d grown up hand-to-mouth and couldn’t see wasting good money on a place she really only used to sleep and shower in.

  Dalton didn’t say a word and only drove her back to his place. When he made love to her that night, there was a bit of wildness she wanted to get out. She sat astride his legs, completely naked, her dark hair flowing loose around her face and shoulders. The position thrust her breasts out, toward his mouth, and he eagerly accepted the invitation. His lips and teeth took over the delicious torment, sucking on each nipple until they stood raw and turgid.

  He collected her hair in one hand and yanked her head back, not causing pain but allowing him better access to slide up with his tongue, taking nibbling bites along the way until his mouth met hers. His tongue swept in to duel with hers, as if he were trying to exert some type of dominance. But Bellah was more than happy to surrender to such bliss.

  He trailed his fingers over her hips and then across her thighs to find the warm wetness oozing from her pussy. She shuddered, and his fingers delved deeper to find her special spot. Her hips rocked and she could feel his hard cock sliding between them while his fingers teased her clit.

  His body was big, all hard muscles over smooth skin. His cock jutted between her thighs like a steel rod. She grasped it, tracing the lines and contours. She captured some of his pre-cum with a finger and brought it to her lips. She loved how he tasted.

  He grabbed the condom that he’d put out earlier and then guided her to kneel up so he could slip it over his cock. Then he helped lower her down onto his cock. Excitement gripped her stomach as she sank down, her pussy practically grabbing and pulling him inside. He held her still for a moment, to allow her to adjust to his girth, before his hands moved her hips. Back and forth, very tenderly and slowly, until her passageway eased at his girth.

  Needing to move, she rocked her hips. Dalton made a moaning-hissing noise that she took as a good sign, so she rocked her hips again and leaned over to nip his earlobe, which jump-started his hips to pump faster. In and out, they hammered each other, and Bellah wasn’t sure if it was him out of control or her. All she knew was how incredible it felt to be with him. His balls slapped against her ass as he moved her faster. She gripped her pussy walls around him so tightly there was a sucking sound as he pulled in and out.

  “Ah, Dalton,” she breathed just as her climax hit, coursing through her body with exquisite pleasure.

  “Bellah,” he gasped just as his body surged against hers, shuddering with each spill inside her. After a moment, he relaxed back down and pulled her sweaty body with him. She could feel both their hearts beating frantically.

  Chapter Seven

  Monday, he drove them to work and Bellah thought it might feel uncomfortable having people see them arrive together. But she forgot that Dalton always arrived before everyone else so some of her tension eased. She was going to have to retrieve her car from the sublevel at some point and she wasn’t sure how she was going to push her fear down to get it.

  Although they were the first ones to arrive, someone waited for them in the foyer. Jaclynn wasn’t dressed in her usual curve-hugging skirt.

  “I thought I told you that you were fired,” Dalton said angrily.

  Jaclynn held up her hands. “I know. I need to come and say how sorry I am. I know I messed up.”

  “Did you have your brother attack me?” Bellah asked.

  Jaclynn opened her mouth then closed it almost immediately. Her shoulders slumped. “No, at least … not directly.”

  “What does that mean?” Bellah demanded.

  “I … I might have said a few things,” Jaclynn stammered. “And he … might have taken things too literally. But I never meant for him to do anything! I never meant for him to hurt you!”

  “Oh, so that makes it all better?” Bellah asked, putting her hands on her hips. “You’re a hateful, spiteful woman. You may be pretty on the outside, but that doesn’t match anything on the inside, and I feel sorry for you.”

  Jaclynn lifted her chin. “I understand how you can think that. I … let my emotions get the better of me. And I’m sorry. I came here to accept my responsibility in what happened, and to ask you not to press charges on my brother.”

  “If I don’t press charges, he’ll do this to another woman,” Bellah replied. “He’ll know there aren’t any consequences for his actions. No matter what involvement you had in all this, he still needs to learn his lesson.”

  “What if I sent him to anger management?”

  “I think you need it, too, Jaclynn,” Bellah said.

  And just like that, all contriteness left Jaclynn. She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her gaze. “You think you’re so superior, don’t you? Well, as soon as I saw you two coming in to work together, I knew all those rumors I spread were true. At least I didn’t have to spread my legs to get a promotion.”

  “Enough,” Dalton said, taking a step toward her.

  Bellah held him back. “It’s all right. She no longer works here. Leave before we call security and have
you escorted off the property. And I’ll be seeing you, and your brother, in court.”

  Jaclynn spun and flounced out.

  “I’ll be right by your side as you take her on,” Dalton said, putting his arm around her shoulders. “Although I think only for moral support. You kicked her ass.”

  She took a deep breath. “I don’t understand what makes a person so mean and bitter.”

  “Come on,” Dalton said, turning her around to the elevators. “Forget her for now. She’s not worth it.”

  They exited at their floor and began to start up the day. Right before she sat down at her desk, Dalton tugged on her hand and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her, a long, drugging kiss that left her flushed and her panties a little moist for comfort. Good thing she brought a change with her.

  “Perhaps we can lunch together,” he said once he pulled back.

  She blinked, trying to wrangle her scattered thoughts together. “Okay.”

  He smiled and tenderly brushed a lock of hair off her forehead. She had to wear it down today since she didn’t have access to her own hair products.

  “Boss mode,” he warned her.

  “Assistant mode,” she replied, and that was that.

  The workday was busy and she pushed everything that had happened over the weekend to the back of her mind. A couple of co-workers found out about the attack and came up to make sure she was okay. By lunchtime, she knew she was going to have to face that area.

  She knocked on his door and waited until he told her to enter.

  He smiled at her and glanced at his watch. “Lunch?”