“Scotch, no ice.”
“We have to give you ice.”
“I own this bar so you don’t need to give me ice.”
Hesitation flashed over her face as she tried to work out if I was spilling lies or telling the truth.
“Scotch, no ice.” My words were direct. She rushed around the bar, pulling my favorite Scotch from the top shelf. Her eyes flashed to mine as she poured the delicious amber liquid into a glass and slid it in front of me. The moment it touched my lips, I felt my tension dissipate.
“I thought you worked at the Los Angeles bar.”
“I do.”
“What are you doing over here then?”
“Do you always ask this many questions?”
“Only to people I am interested in.” She pursed her lips and leaned back on the bench behind the bar. The look in her eye was one I was very aware of. She was ready to play.
“You do realize I am technically your boss.”
“That hasn’t stopped me before.”
The truth was that even though I was her boss and she was working for my bar, it would never have stopped me before either. Man-whore Tate would have been flirting with her like his life depended on it. He would have been already planning on them hooking up. Shit, he probably would have already been behind the bar, with his hand up her skirt. But as I looked at her now, as my eyes roamed over her I felt nothing. Yes, she was cute, but she wasn’t Savannah. My Savannah was in a hotel room across town furious at me, pissed off at my reaction and alone. What the hell was I doing here?
“I have to go and fuck my girlfriend.” Standing from the stool, the sound of metal scrapping the floor echoed through Red Velvet NY as I pushed away from the bar. I left the girl I now knew as Alexis with her mouth hanging open. I had one thing in mind and that didn’t include getting drunk.
As soon as I walked through the door, the scent of Savannah’s perfume saturated the air but I couldn’t see her. Where was she? I had only been gone for forty minutes, but that was a good amount of time for her to flee. My eyes scanned the empty space for any signs of my girlfriend. I was frustrated and needy, and I wanted nothing more than to have her on her back.
“So you decided to come back?” Sav’s voice floated through the air, and I whipped my head around to find her standing in the doorway leading to the balcony. Could this room be any sexier?
“Do you understand why I am pissed?”
“I didn’t hang out with Blake, and even if I did, you don’t have a say as to who I decide to hang out with.” Stubborn Savannah was out to play.
“I am your boyfriend, Sav. You know I love you, and I don’t want to tell you what to do, but fuck, I would really appreciate if you didn’t have lunch dates with Blake.” My voice was barely a whisper. I walked towards her, my gaze never breaking, my eyes fueled with lust. I wanted nothing more than to make her body shake like an earthquake.
“Don’t,” she warned.
I stood still.
“I am so pissed off at you, Tate.”
I took a chance and glanced up at her though heavy eyes. My regrets when it came to Sav were all of my doing. As I looked at my girlfriend standing opposite me, the shards of afternoon sun beamed through the large windows, allowing the blond of Savannah’s hair to flicker in the sunlight and the shimmer of her makeup to glow. Even as she looked at me like she could kill me, she still had absolutely no idea how sexy she looked. With eyes burning into each other, our gaze spoke a thousand words. I licked my lips desperately as she lifted her hand and moved it to the back of her skirt. Her eyes drove harder into mine as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth in the way only she knew fucked with my head—the one thing she knew I couldn’t handle.
Light bulbs went off in my head. She was playing me.
Savannah didn’t hesitate; she continued her torture. I swallowed hard, frantically trying to control the thoughts running wildly through my mind as I heard the slow, agonizing sound of her zipper undoing float through the air. Pure ecstasy swarmed to my dick as she wiggled out of her skirt, seductively swaying her hips side to side. The skirt fell to a pile at her feet and she stood before me wearing nothing but red boy-leg lace panties and a crisp white button-down shirt that sat so close to her body it was like an extra layer of skin. She stood with a look of ownership on her face. She was the master and I was her pussy-whipped slave boy. She took a step toward me, leaving the skirt on the floor behind her but still staying an arm’s length away from me.
“I don’t understand you, Tate,” she whispered in a voice laced with intention.
“Well you are just as frustrating.” Tate Junior strained hard against my pants, begging for his freedom.
She looked at me with eyes that could set my heart on fire but then rip it to shreds, and I was completely and utterly under her spell. Her fingertips lingered on the buttons of her shirt, teasing me, drawing me further into complete ecstasy. If I didn’t get my release soon I’d be exploding in my pants.
Her eyes didn’t falter from mine as her fingers slipped into her shirt and unfastened one button at a time at an excruciatingly slow rate. With each open of a button, she allowed me a glimpse of her perfect tits. She opened her shirt and pulled it over her shoulders, revealing a matching red lace bra. Fuck it! My eyes ran the length of her body, drinking her in, and finally my eyes drifted to her stomach. It was rounding so perfectly, and I smiled at the sight of her. She was torturing me. She knew exactly what she was doing—dealing out my punishment for being an asshole.
“Savannah, I am going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” My voice was scratchy and full of need. Her eyes dropped and she took in my rock-hard erection that was on full display.
“You aren’t touching me, Tate.” she warned, hands on hips and shooting daggers at me, her voice spitting anger-filled venom. I was beyond turned on. “You storm into my life like a bull at a gate, you give me the best sex of my life, and you give me a baby but STILL you don’t trust me.”
I couldn’t control my eyes from running the length of her body yet again. Her body was the best freaking aphrodisiac I needed. “I trust you, Sav. I don’t trust anyone else. I am pretty sure we have had this discussion before.”
She ran her fingers through her long blond hair and sighed in frustration. “Seriously, what do I have to do?”
“You don’t have to do anything.”
Sav rolled her eyes at me. “What? Do you need me to scream it at the top of my lungs? Do you need me to get a tattoo across my forehead that says ‘I’m Tate’s girl’? Seriously, Tate.”
“Just stop, Savannah,” I growled in response.
The tension around us was exhilarating yet frightening. Sav’s anger was sky high, and my frustrations were boiling over. Her eyes flickered between anger and lust. Whatever our next words or moves were would determine everything. It could make or break us. Her hands snapped straight to my belt, pulling me with force towards her body, causing her to stumble as I slammed into her. Her heart beat frantically against my chest as her fingers weaved their way to unclip my button and grabbed my zipper roughly.
“What are you doing?” I moaned, my eyes closing at the sensation of her hand grazing over my cock ever so slightly.
When she pulled away, her eyes searched mine for reassurance. The look spreading across her face enraged me, and I felt completely useless. I couldn’t find the words to say.
My mouth engulfed hers within seconds, taking the breath from her lungs. If I couldn’t say it, I’d show her. I ran my tongue along her tightly closed mouth, making my intentions clear, but she didn’t budge. My hands cupped her ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh. Pulling her leg up, wrapping it around my hip, I ground myself furiously into her.
“Fuck you,” she moaned against my lips, finally allowing me in. Our tongues battled e
ach other, fighting to be the leader in the attack. I wanted to taste every inch of her mouth. I wanted to dominate her, show her exactly what she did me to, show her that there could never be anyone else.
She hesitated against my mouth and breathed in a shaky breath. “Don’t think,” I whispered and hauled her lips back to mine.
She tugged my bottom lip between her teeth, sinking in deep to the point of hurt. I squeezed my eyes closed as pain shot through me. I groaned against her lips and she softened. She dragged her mouth away from mine and looked at me like she was looking into my soul. We were so tightly pressed against each other that I couldn’t tell the difference between our heartbeats. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, soothing her bite marks.
“I love you,” I spoke softly in her ear kissing my way from her lips to her ear, knowing that it was her Achilles’. The shiver that ran down her spine, causing her to shudder against my chest, pleased me.
“Stop it,” she spat, grasping a fistful of my hair and ripping my mouth back to hers. This time she was in charge. Her kiss was rough, attacking, and primal. She was pissed but I could still feel that her body was hot. I knew that I was about to be royally fucked by this girl.
“I love every part of you. I love your lips, I love your neck, I love your stomach, and I love...” My fingertips trailed over her lips, neck, and stomach, and then they lingered at the band of her panties. Stroking my fingers along her panties, I felt her desire begging to be satisfied.
“Don’t. Be. An. Arsehole,” she breathed, her words catching as my fingers swirled on her reactive skin, tracing their way to the find their prize.
I cocked my brow at her, knowing full well that she was enjoying this. Her body tensed against mine, and I was desperate to feel the perfection of our bodies sweating, grinding, and fitting together like the perfect glove.
My eyes were drawn back to hers like magnets. This was no time to ask for permission. Slipping my hand inside her panties, I ran my finger along her soaking core, teasing and stroking, providing just enough pressure to make her moan in delight. Her breathing increased, and with every stroke she rocked towards me. My eyes were fixated on her, drinking her in, basking in her glow. She wanted to punish me for being a dick, but her punishment would be my ultimate pleasure.
“I love the way your eyes shut when I touch you.”
Suddenly Sav pushed away from me when she realized I was now in control.
I took a step towards her, dropping my mouth to her ear and whispered, “Most of all, I love when I am so deep inside of you that you whimper and say my name like it’s the only word you know.”
She pulled her bottom between her teeth, her breathing deepened, and those eyes… Fuck, those eyes were on fire.
“Just shut up, Tate.” The sound of my shirt buttons bouncing on the floor echoed through the room. As if some rabid animal had been unleashed within me, I ripped her panties straight off her body. I didn’t care. I’d buy her panties until the end of my days if I had to.
Her mouth crashed onto mine, and there wasn’t a moment of hesitation this time. Her tongue ploughed into my mouth. It was her time to taste me.
“I am so pissed off at you,” she murmured against my lips, her breathing hitched and raged. My hands cupped her ass, lifting her from her feet and crashing her into my hip. Her legs wrapped tightly around me. The sensation of being this close to her ignited the flame in me. She pushed herself hard against me and I groaned deeply in response. I slammed her into the wall, causing the picture beside us to launch off its hook and collide with the floor with a loud thud. Her lips kissed along my jawbone, heading towards my ear while her hands slid along my hips, pushing my pants down.
“Well I’m pissed off too,” I grunted as her hand wrapped around my throbbing cock.
I placed her on the side table and stepped between her legs, pushing them wide open to give me access to what I craved. With one hard thrust, I buried myself deep within her. Her scream bounced off the walls and her head flew back as pleasure ripped through her. Her gasp for air at the sudden impact of my cock filling her encouraged me to drive deeper. This wasn’t a romantic fuck—this was pure anger.
I stilled, allowing her body to adjust to my width. Her hands grasped my shoulders for leverage, and she began to rock herself against me, increasing in intensity. I ploughed into her over and over again, smashing our bodies together, mixing our sweat as one, and going as deep as I could possibly go. Her moans matched by my low grunts. We didn’t say a word to each other, but our gaze never faltered from one another.
My hands lifted her off the side table and I held her weight in my arms, her legs cocooning my body. “Deeper,” she moaned against my shoulder. Her back was flush against the wall, her head resting against my shoulder, and I could feel every jagged breath she took against my burning skin. Her body tensed against me as she reached the peak of her oncoming release. Adjusting my arms around her, I slid a hand down her slick chest, down her stomach, and to her pussy. I knew one flick would be all it took. Her teeth sunk into the skin of my shoulder as she shuddered and came around me, and that was all I needed to lose myself deep inside her.
As quickly as it had started, it was over. Sav lifted her head from my shoulder, her breathing heavy and her face flushed. She wriggled, I dropped my arms, and she stood on unsteady feet. She dropped her gaze and her eyes scoped over her naked body as she realized what had happened. Now that is what you call angry sex. My lip was still throbbing from her attack but I didn’t care. She moved away from me.
“Where are you going?” I asked, through ragged breathing.
“I am going to have a bath and continue to be pissed off with you.”
Sav turned and walked towards the closed door at the far end of the hotel room. Stopping as she grabbed the doorknob, she gave me one last look over her shoulder before she disappeared and closed the door behind her. I stood in the middle of the room, naked, still sporting a semi hard-on, reeling in the effect of what could possibly be the most intense sex I’ve ever had.
“Fuck this shit,” I grumbled to myself. “Savannah, let me in.” I heard the sound of water swishing around, and I closed my eyes as images of Savannah’s naked body swamped my brain. We had just fucked ourselves into submission in complete and utter aggression, but still I was ready for round two.
“If you attempted to open the door, you would see that I didn’t lock it.”
The smell of Savannah hit my senses the moment I stepped into the steam-filled room. Her favorite strawberry scented body wash filled the air, and I breathed in deeply, becoming intoxicated instantly. When I swung my eyes around the room, they landed on Savannah lazing in a deep bath, the water from the faucet filling the tub quickly and bubbles covering her body. I sat on the slate tiles beside the bathtub and faced my irritated yet satisfied girlfriend. She rolled her head and faced me with green eyes that were softening and lips that curved slightly into a weak smile.
“We have to talk.”
“What do you want me to say, Tate? I went to a work lunch and Blake was there. I couldn’t turn around and say no to a work lunch, could I? This is my job. He sat beside me and we chatted. It was nice to have someone to talk to who wasn’t all about work. He is happy in his new relationship, and the majority of the conversation was about you. So I am pretty bloody sure that he knows how much I am in love with you.” She whispered the last few words and I felt my heart squeeze in my chest. “I just wish you would trust me, Tate.”
I felt my blood boiling and the tension twisting deep in my chest. How could I possibly make her see that it wasn’t her I didn’t trust? That it was everyone else? I would fight for her until I took my last breath. She was my special one, the one who made everything finally seem okay.
“I do trust you. You are the only person I trust, Sav. It’s Blake that I don’t trust.”
“
You should trust me enough to know that I would never cheat on you. Not with anyone.” Her voice was laced with accusations. My trust issues had reared their ugly head again. Now we were in the same conversation we had had so many times before and it all boiled down to my insecurities.
“Well I’m sorry for giving a fuck about my girlfriend and wanting her to stay away from the guy I despise the most in this world. Fuck me for wanting my girlfriend to myself and fuck me for being a jealous prick who can’t stand the thought of another man anywhere near my girlfriend.” I sighed in frustration, dropping my hand from her face in defeat. It was like being on a merry-go-round that I couldn’t get off. I rubbed my hands over my face in frustration.
“You need to remember that you are the one in my bed. You are the one who makes love to me, the one who knows every inch of my body, and the one whose baby I am carrying. I haven’t thought about Blake since that night, and I sure as hell won’t be going back to him. Do you even realize that no other guy is going to ever compare to you? Tate, you have me for life. You have me and this little person for life.”
I raised my head at the sound of her voice, my breathing faltering at her words. Her green eyes were searching mine and finally they had softened to the point of love. I stood and looked down at her. She was terrifyingly beautiful, and she was mine.
Savannah’s eyes ran the length of my body, narrowing in on my tattoo I knew she loved. I haltered at the edge of the bath, waiting for my invitation. Nodding, she gave me the answer I needed. Stepping into the deep bathtub, I folded my body behind hers, wrapping my legs around her and pulling her back into my chest. She relaxed against my chest with a deep sigh, intertwining her fingers with mine. This was what we were about, moments like this.
Besides the sound of our breathing, we sat in a perfect silence. I turned my head slightly to look at her. Her eyes closed and her mouth slightly opened. She looked so peaceful. I unlocked one of my hands from hers, moved my fingers to her face, and traced the outline of her jaw before brushing aside a stray piece of hair from her neck. My lips moved to the delicate skin of her neck, splashing kisses and tasting her. She tilted her head, throwing it back to rest on my shoulder, allowing me more access. I widened my legs, hers followed mine, and I smiled into our kiss. My tongue swept over the crook of her neck, tasting the hint of strawberry body wash that was uniquely Savannah.
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