Believe Series box set

by L Chapman

  “Hi, hun,” I say as I’m being dragged into Alison’s arms with Lori right beside me.

  “Oh my! I can’t believe how drunk I am. Everyone keeps giving me wine,” she says holding up a glass of red wine.

  “What would you like to drink, Alison?” I laugh.

  “Water and lots of it.” She places her hand on her head.

  “I’ll get you water.” I turn and face Lori. “What would you like to drink?”

  “A small white wine would be great. Thanks,” she replies.

  Alison goes off to join everyone at the table while we get the drinks. I love this bar because it is quiet and only a ten-minute walk from my work door. The setup is such a clever idea; it is attached to a club. People just move within the same building to go from the bar to the club. I especially love the décor because it is all different colours throughout.

  The bar staff are busy as always. They wear plain black t-shirts to set them apart from bar patrons. I stand there waiting for our drinks to arrive, watching everyone talk and eat nibbles. There is nothing better than seeing everyone relaxed.

  “There you go, Miss,” the bar man says.

  “Thank you.” I take hold of the drinks and walk off over to sit at the table with Lori. The next hour or so is just full of drinking and laughing about the things we have done.

  “Let’s head into the club!” Alison yells.

  Of course, some people jump at the chance to go, while others decline due to work tomorrow.

  “Jenny, are you coming to the club?” Alison asks.

  “Nah, I’m going to head home.”

  “Nooo! Come on, Jen, we need to party,” she says, grabbing hold of my wrist and pulling me into the club.

  I love the club side; it is so much fun. There is only about an hour till it closes, so I guess it will be fun to dance the rest of the night away. Alison runs over to the DJ before appearing back on the dance floor where we are all dancing together. All the lads left, so it has turned into a true girl’s night out. The lights are flashing, the music is pumping, everyone is dancing, and there is not a care in the world.

  I need to pee, so I leave everyone and head over to the bathroom. Through the crowds of people, I see him. I’m unable to move. I never thought I would see him here.

  I instantly feel sick to my stomach, my nerves shot. I quickly run into the bathroom, hoping he did not see me. I pee before standing in front of the mirror surrounded by loads of drunken women. I touch up my makeup, making sure I look good before I take a deep breath, push open the door and step back out onto the dance floor.

  I walk straight over to the bar to get a drink. “I’ll have a water, please,” I tell the bartender.

  “I’ll have a beer. Place hers on my tab.” I turn around to see him, standing so close to me that there is not even an inch between us.

  “I can buy my own drink, thanks,” I say.

  “It’s my treat.”

  Chapter Twelve

  “Mr. James, you don’t need to,” I state.

  “You remember my name from the other day,” he smirks.

  “I do, but only because one of your staff said it,” I add, not wanting him to think anything.

  “Yes, that’s right. He did. But, please call me Warren,” he says, leaning closer and grabbing the drinks from behind me.

  “Nice to meet you, Warren.” I can feel my heart beating so fast.

  Our fingers touch when I take the glass of water from his hands, causing the heat to rise to my cheeks. The club is so dark it is hard to see what he is wearing, other than a dark-coloured shirt and trousers.

  “I best go and join the rest of them,” I state, looking toward my group of girlies.

  “Who are you with?” He questions.

  “People from work. Alison is leaving, so we are having a party,” I reply.

  “Oh, that’s nice.” He pauses. “Stay here with me.”

  I shouldn’t, but I want to. “Come join in. They are too drunk to care,” I say, taking a deep breath.

  “Perfect.” He gently takes hold of the top of my arm and follows me through the crowd to the rest of my friends. They don’t even seem to notice I’m back from the bar or that I brought a guy with me.

  I keep a safe distance from Warren on the dance floor. I dance like I don’t have a care in the world. I’m trying hard not to think about Rich, the wedding or anything else. I just want to have fun. I want to be me.

  The song changes to “S & M” by Rhianna, and I can’t help but laugh. I stand there singing and dancing away, suddenly feeling someone’s hands on my hips. I turn around to see Warren. I don’t move away from him; instead, I keep dancing with his hands on my hips, my bum so close to his cock, my arms in the air. I’m suddenly brought to a standstill when I feel his lips on my neck. My heart stops beating momentarily. Oh. He kisses me again, slightly parting his lips this time for me to feel the wetness of his tongue. I turn and meet his eyes while his hand slides straight into my hair, pulling me closer to him, and his lips find mine. Slowly, his tongue invades my mouth. Oh, this is heaven.

  “Jenny,” Alison says, tapping me on the shoulder.

  “Yes, Alison?” I step away from Warren. Why did I just do that?

  “I’m off home,” she states.

  I give her a huge hug and watch her leave. I turn to Warren who is standing there with a look of desire on his face.

  “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” I state.

  I bend down, grab my bag and start to leave. He takes hold of my wrist and pulls me close. “Please stay.”

  “Why?”

  “Let’s just talk,” he suggests.

  “Okay fine,” I agree. I don’t want to go. This is the most alive I have felt in years.

  Warren walks over towards the bar to order a couple of drinks as I find a little table in the corner of the club.

  “Here you go. Another water,” he states, placing it down in front of me.

  “Thank you.”

  “So, do you come here often?” He asks.

  “Oh, none of those lines, please.” I laugh, taking a sip of my drink.

  “I was just asking. I have never seen you here before. I own this place, that’s all, so I’m here a lot.” He points to the dance floor.

  “Oh, wow. I come here sometimes, but normally just to the bar after work.”

  “What do you do?” He questions.

  “I’m a nurse.”

  “Maybe you can be my own private nurse.” He winks.

  “Maybe.”

  The club closes and everyone disappears, leaving us sitting here talking. I cannot stop looking at him, watching his chest rise up and down. Now that the lights have come on, I can see his shirt is midnight blue and tight. The colour suits him very well.

  “I should really go,” I say, glancing at my watch.

  “Let me take you home,” he counters.

  “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. You have been drinking.” I point at his barely touched glass.

  “I have only had one.” He smiles. “Please, it’s no problem.”

  “If you insist.” I slowly rise and walk towards the bar, placing the two glasses on the other side.

  “Thank you,” he murmurs. “You could work here, no problem.”

  I turn to face him, my back leaning on the bar, “Oh, could I?”

  He places his hands on my hips and lifts me onto the bar counter.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I find myself squealing with shock. “Why did you do that?” I question.

  “So I could do this.” His hand slides slowly up my legs along my inner thigh.

  I lean back on the bar. “You’re perfect,” he whispers.

  He lifts me a little pushing my dress over my bum. I look directly into his eyes, mesmerised by his desire. His head moves towards me, his lips meeting mine, his tongue entering my mouth, and his hand softly tugging my hair.

  “Mmm.”

  He releases me. “Mmm, indeed.” He pauses. “You�
��re so beautiful.”

  I move closer to him, placing my lips on his. I want him. I need him.

  His hand goes around my back, pulling me even tighter to his rock hard body, while his other hand slides up and down my thigh. I am glad I am not wearing any tights. His lips leave mine, moving down the nape of my neck in slow, little intense butterfly kisses. I reach forward, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the structure of his body and anticipating the vision of what is under the shirt.

  I slide his shirt off his shoulders, getting to see the man under the clothes—the bulging muscles of his arms, a toned six pack, and a hair-free chest. Just wow. I notice a tribal tattoo on the top of his right arm, and as I glance to the other side, I spot another tribal design that winds completely around his left arm. I want to explore this man and find any more tattoos he has. He looks straight at me. His eyes light up and a huge smile covers his face. He moves his hand through his hair before placing both at the bottom of my dress and pulling it down off of me.

  “Wow, babe you’re going to kill me,” he whispers into my ear, slowly tugging on the bottom of it.

  I let my hands slide down his body to his belt, undoing it with one hand.

  “Plenty of practice, I see,” he whispers, unclipping my black lace bra with his hand.

  I feel myself start to blush. I hope he doesn’t think I am some kind of slut. His lips fall down my neck and onto my chest, his mouth wraps around my nipple, and his other hand caresses the curve of my back.

  “Mmm.” I have not felt like this in years.

  He looks directly at me before leaning me farther back over the bar. Moving with me, he reaches behind my head, and I hear something I’m not sure of. “Ice, babe. It’s getting hot in here,” he says, placing the ice just below my breasts and letting it slide down my stomach. His tongue follows the trail the ice leaves behind.

  He stops at my navel, slowly placing his hand under my bum, lifting it up and pushing down my thong. “Oh wow.” I feel the heat rise through me.

  Taking the ice in his mouth, he follows down my stomach before placing it on my clit. The coldness is such a shock that I jump from the intense feeling it creates. Oh man. I feel him slowly slide a finger inside me and withdraw it.

  He lifts his head, taking the ice with him. “Are you okay?” He questions. I nod. He glides a finger inside me again, sliding it in and out, and then adding another finger, teasing me with each withdrawal. I moan. He rubs my clit with his thumb, and I begin to feel the intensity building inside me. He leans towards me, places his lips on mine, and kisses me deep and hard.

  I feel the buildup of tension before the orgasm washes over me. He carries on thrusting his fingers deep inside me. His lips slowly come off mine, and his eyes twinkle. “Oh babe, I’m so happy right now,” he whispers. I start to regain my senses and try to sit up on the bar as he removes his fingers from inside me.

  “Oh no, you don’t, babe. I’m not finished yet.” He winks.

  “I hope you’re not, but I want to get my mouth on that cock of yours,” I say.

  “Oh, you can any day, babe. But, I want to get you in my bed where I can have you and not worry about anything.”

  I nod, “Okay then.” This will be the first time I have slept with anyone other than Rich. He was my first. I never intended for this to happen, but I feel alive for the first time in years.

  I reach for my bra. “No, you don’t, babe. Pop this on, only.” He passes me his shirt.

  I do as he says and place it on, buttoning it up fully. I watch Warren collect my clothes and lay them on the bar beside me.

  “Here babe,” he says, lowering me from the bar. I can’t believe how strong he is. He grabs my clothes and bag and walks beside me to the door.

  “I can’t go outside dressed like this,” I state, looking at him towering above me.

  “You can, babe. My car is just to the side of the door.” He points to the door. “I have a jacket in the car that you can add to your sexy outfit if you want.”

  I take a deep breath and walk out the door. It is all dark and quiet with no lights or sound anywhere. There is a car to the left-hand side of the door. “That one?” I question.

  “Yes, babe.”

  I walk over towards the passenger side. Warren unlocks the doors as he walks towards the car. I slide into it, admiring the leather seats. It must be a posh car. He throws my clothes in the back seat then starts the engine as some slow romantic music starts playing.

  “Oh, a romantic man, I see.” I look over towards him.

  “It’s the radio, but I don’t mind romance if it comes with spice.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yes, really. Your spice.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  I cannot stop glancing over at him. I watch him swing the car out from the packing spot on the street, and his confidence pours. He keeps looking back at me and winking. I’m happy he has kept his top off; it is truly an amazing sight to see.

  “Are you watching me, Mr. James?” I question.

  “Of course, I am, Jen. I need to keep an eye on the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he murmurs.

  “Oh, are you flirting?”

  “More than flirting, babe.”

  “I can’t wait to get my mouth around that cock of yours. I can see it’s eager to escape.”

  “Now, naughty babe.”

  “Are you going to stop me?” I question.

  “Hell no, you can suck him whenever you want.” He winks.

  “How long till we are back at yours?” I ask.

  “About ten minutes.”

  I lower my seat belt so I can move my hand over the gear stick onto his leg. I look up at Warren’s face; his eyes remain on the road. I slide my hand over the bulge in his trousers.

  “Mmm,” he says.

  I let my fingers find the button of his trousers and unclip it, sliding down the zipper, and revealing a big lump. I slide his boxers down over it, letting it spring free.

  “Well, hello, little James.”

  “Hey, less of the little, please.”

  “Okay then, we will see.”

  “You will soon be revoking that comment, babe.”

  “We will see about that.” I let my hand slide up and down his cock. Okay, I will not admit it yet, but by gum, he is big. I lean farther over, licking the tip of his hard cock with my tongue.

  “Mmm,” he moans again.

  He tastes so good. I slowly slide my mouth down his cock, taking him all the way to the point that I almost gag. I slide it back out again. I continue sliding him in and out of my mouth, letting my hand grasp his balls, hearing him gasp with pleasure as I suck harder, gently pulling his shaft between my teeth.

  “Oh babe, I’m going to come. Please, babe,” he says in between the moaning.

  I take the full length of him in my mouth before feeling a wash of warmness in the back of my throat. The car engine stops, and I slowly sit up.

  “Thankfully, we are here,” he states as he tries to catch his breath.

  “Oh, good timing then,” I reply, looking directly into his brown eyes.

  “Come on inside. Now!” He states, placing his cock back inside his trousers.

  “Now?” I question.

  “Yes, now. I want you in my bed. You are going to scream my name.”

  He climbs out of the car, shutting his door. I reach into the back and grab my bits. A one-night stand can’t harm me, I reassure myself. The passenger side door opens and there stands Warren with one hand on his hip, the other on the door holding it open. I slowly climb out of the car, trying to keep my legs as close together in order to remain lady-like. Well, as much of a lady as I can be in this kind of situation.

  I stand up walking around Warren, and I feel him tap my arse. “Get a move on, babe, or I will pick you up and carry you myself.”

  I walk faster towards the apartment block. “I’m not waiting to find out if you’re telling the truth with that one.” I giggle.

  C
hapter Fifteen

  As we reach the door to the block, Warren pushes me against the nearest wall. His lips meet mine, his chest pushes against my breasts, and I can feel his heat. His lips slip from mine, remaining in close proximity. “Stairs or lift?” He whispers. I turn my head and gasp as he pulls my earlobe gently between his teeth.

  “Lift. I don’t think I can go much farth...” His lips find mine again before I’m able to finish what I was trying to say.

  I hear the “ping” of the lift as Warren takes hold of my hand and walks me into it.

  I watch him press the up button then lean against the wall with one knee bent and his foot on the wall. “You’re amazing to watch,” he says.

  “Me?” I question as I stand on the other side of the lift.

  “Yes, you,” he says. He walks towards me, pulling me in tight. My lips hit the base of his neck, leaving him with a small kiss. I let out a little squeak as he lifts me, forcing me to wrap my legs around him. I take the opportunity to move even closer to him, kissing his neck, and letting my hand slide up and down his back. Warren walks towards a black door before reaching into his trouser pockets and pulling out a card. I take the card from him and lean back to unlock the door. Warren winks before walking us into the room and through another. He flips on the light switch. I turn my head around to see a bed with black bedding.

  “I hope you’re ready,” he murmurs as he gently lays me onto the bed. I climb backwards a bit before reaching forward and pushing down his trousers. His cock bounces, all ready to go. Warren climbs onto the bed, moving closer to me and stopping at my side as I sit upright near the pillows.

  “This has to come off, babe,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off my shoulders and down my arms.

  My eyes remain locked on his as I lean back. I am naked except for my shoes on a stranger’s bed, yet I feel desirable, wanted, alive. I want him so deep inside me. I want to ride the hell out of him. I don’t want any worries, no strings, just fun.

  “You’re leaving those sexy shoes on.” He orders as he begins placing little kisses on my stomach and continues upward to my breasts. His tongue thrashes around my nipples while his hand glides up and down my back. I place my hands in his hair, leaning my head back as he hits my weak spots.