Sweet Revenge [Bachelor For Sale Book 1]
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As Randy pulled into his parking space and shut the car off, he peered at her. “What?"
"I know,” she said simply.
Randy frowned. “What do you know?"
He watched as Ally drew her fingers through her hair nervously. She took another deep breath and let it out slowly. She turned her gaze to him, her eyes shining bright. “I know this isn't forever,” she said softly, “but I don't care.” Her eyes clouded with unshed tears as she shook her head softly. “God help me, I just don't care."
Randy reached his hand out and gently grazed her cheek with his fingertip. “I'm glad you understand.” He smiled when she reached up and curled her fingers around his hand. “Let's go up."
"Can I borrow your cell phone?” she asked. “I need to make a call first."
They got out of his car and he handed his cell phone to her. She quickly dialed a number and turned her back to him.
"Hi, Mom,” she said. “Yes, I'm sorry.” She listened for a short time before she said, “I'm coming home tomorrow. We'll be able to talk this all out then.” Another pause. “I love you too,” she said. “I'll see you tomorrow."
Randy wanted to rip the cell phone from her hand, and demand she leave her life in Wilbur behind once and for all. But damn it, he'd done enough damage to Ally's life. If she chose to go back now, after everything that had happened, it wasn't his place to say a fucking word.
He smiled tightly as she closed the cell phone and placed it in his open hand. “Thanks,” she said softly.
Randy had no reply ... at least not one she'd want to hear. Instead he stuffed the cell phone into his back pocket. He silently took her hand and led her to the elevator that would take them to his apartment.
He felt as though he had one shot left. He hoped making love to Ally tonight would change her mind and convince her to stay in the city.
Chapter 9
Men are so damn stupid!
Didn't Randy realize the last thing she wanted to do was go back to Wilbur? Why hadn't he said anything? Why hadn't he tried to talk me out of it?
Randy's silence made her wish she hadn't hit the end button on his cell phone before the first ring. It felt awkward pretending to talk to her mother but she'd hoped Randy would take notice. He didn't seem to. In fact, he seemed to accept the fact she was going home in the morning.
She knew she'd have to talk to both Sam and her mother soon. She couldn't put it off forever. It wasn't fair to either one of them. She'd have to tell them she had no intention of going back.
If only Randy cared. He seemed quite content to lead her to his apartment even after she'd made the fake call home.
Ally sighed. What the hell was wrong with her? Why did she want him so much knowing they had no future?
As Randy unlocked the apartment door and stood aside to allow her to pass, Ally's shoulder brushed against his chest. As tingles of excitement ran down her spine, she knew why she'd come.
There'd be no happily ever after with Randy. There'd be neither the white picket fence nor any children born of their love. But she would have the memory of their lovemaking tonight and she would hold it in her heart for a lifetime.
As Ally gazed around the spacious, tastefully decorated apartment, Randy cleared his throat behind her. She swung around to face him.
"Can I get you anything?” he asked. “A drink? Something to eat?"
"Maybe a glass of water,” Ally said as she turned and walked into the living room. She ran her hand over the supple black leather sofa and peered at various pictures on the wall. “You have a very nice place."
"I like it,” Randy called from the kitchen. “You want ice?"
"Sure.” Ally lowered to sit in the matching armchair as Randy came toward her carrying a bottle of beer in one hand and a tall glass of water in the other. He placed the glass on the chunky walnut coffee table and plunked down on the sofa across from her.
As Ally leaned forward to pick up her glass, her gaze skittered over him. He rested his head against the back of the sofa, his legs spread wide apart with his feet firmly planted on the black and cream colored area rug on the floor. He looked relaxed, quite comfortable with her presence in his space. No doubt, he'd had many women in his apartment.
Ally sipped the water from her glass slowly as she watched Randy. She knew why he'd brought her to his apartment and couldn't help feeling he was simply biding his time. He was far too comfortable for her liking. After all, this was their last night together. Why wait a moment longer?
Ally set her glass down and got up. “I know why you brought me here,” she said softly as she stepped away from the chair.
Randy smiled as he placed his bottle of beer on the coffee table and leveled his gaze on her. “Do you?"
Damn, he's one cool customer. If he wanted her, it certainly didn't show on his face. Ally bit her lower lip and hesitated briefly before she pulled her t-shirt over her head and cast it aside. She broke eye contact with him, her gaze falling to the floor, as she reached behind her, unhooked her bra and let it fall at her feet. Her hands cupped her breasts. “This is what you want, isn't it?"
Randy chuckled. “You'd be a lot more convincing if you could bring yourself to look at me."
Ally felt as though she'd been doused with a bucket of ice-cold water. Her arms instantly flew to cover her breasts. “Oh God,” she cried as she searched for her t-shirt. “I thought you brought me here to make love to me."
As she leaned down to retrieve her shirt, Randy's voice halted her. “I did,” he said.
He rose from the sofa and rounded the coffee table. His rich brown eyes swept over her. “Ally,” he said softly, “do you have any idea how incredibly beautiful you are?"
Ally gazed up at him as he gently pulled her arms away from her breasts. He held them to her sides as his gaze rested on her. He shook his head lightly. “Don't ever hide from me."
Ally's mind reeled as Randy's mouth closed over hers. He pulled her against him, pressing his body against hers. There was no mistaking his iron-hard need pressed against her abdomen. Even through his jeans, his manhood could not be denied.
Ally sighed when his hands left her shoulders and cupped her aching breasts. He gently rolled her erect nipples between his fingers as his tongue searched her mouth.
She moaned in disappointment when he pulled away from her. Randy smiled as he took her hand. “Don't be so impatient,” he chided as he led her to a closed door. “We have all night."
All night. Yes. But just one night. Just tonight.
The moment she stepped inside the bedroom, she turned to him. “Randy,” she said breathlessly, desperately, “I don't want to wait. I need you so much."
When she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled her to him, he didn't hold back. His mouth closed over hers as his fingers flew to her jeans. When he pushed them over her hips, she wiggled until they fell to the floor and quickly stepped out of them.
Her hands slid under his shirt and pushed it over his head. She dotted his chest with kisses as her fingers fumbled with the fly of his jeans. The fact his engorged cock pressed against the denim not only caused her to feel more urgency but impeded her efforts to free him.
And Randy wasn't helping matters either. His hands and mouth were all over her body as she struggled to disrobe him. Ally sighed with relief when the fly of his jeans finally gave way to her fumbling fingers. His massive cock sprang forward. Her core moistened and sang with need as she struggled to push the denim fabric over his hips. It clung to him like a second skin and Ally let out a cry of frustration. “I can't wait!” she cried. “I need you so much. Randy, don't make me wait."
She suddenly felt her body propelled onto the bed. His jeans just past his hips, Randy quickly followed her down. She felt his belt scrape her thighs as he settled into the saddle of her hips. She needed him too much to care about the discomfort and sighed with relief when she felt his cock press heavily against her. His mouth settled over hers again, drinking from her lips, taking eve
rything she had to give, as his cock slid over her moist core, tantalizing her in ways she'd never known in her life.
Ally wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him forward. She gasped when she felt the tip of his cock open her. He teased her, gently pressing and then pulling away, out of her reach. Ally cried and wrapped her legs tighter around him, urging him closer to her, to fulfill what his body promised.
Randy did not disappoint. She sighed as he opened her, filling her completely with his rock-hard penis. Relief didn't last long. Ally needed more. She arched her hips to greet his slow thrust, urging him deeper. She winced, her hands grasping his buttocks as his cock slowly slid up the length of her moist portal.
Randy ripped his lips from hers and pressed his mouth to her throat as he moaned. “God, Ally,” he said through clenched teeth. “This is where I belong, buried deep inside your sweet, tight pussy."
Ally's hands ran up his back and felt the strength in his sinewy shoulders as he held himself in check. “Yes,” her voice hissed urgently. “This is your home, Randy. This is where you've always belonged. I love you with all my heart. I always have."
Randy splayed his hands on either side of her head and raised his head and chest above her. His rich brown eyes looked deep into hers. “Do you really love me, Ally?” he asked softly. “Or do you love this?” His hips moved against her, pushing hard and slowly, methodically pulling back.
Ally couldn't find the words to reply as Randy set the pace, first slow and then faster, more demanding. She gasped with every one of his thrusts inside her, each more intense than the last.
Randy's eyes continued to bore into her. “Is it me or the way I fuck you?” he asked through clenched teeth.
Ally closed her eyes, unable to stand the intensity in his gaze. She couldn't utter a word as her body gave itself to him. Her world spiraled with every thrust, each one pulling and stretching her clitoris, bringing her closer to the edge of any possible reason.
She cried out when she could take no more and felt her body give in to several earth-shattering explosions. Randy moaned as his body gave way to his own release. He collapsed over her, struggling to draw air into his lungs.
"Ally,” he whispered against her ear, “you were born to please me."
Ally's eyes tightened as she struggled to keep the hot tears from spilling. If only he loved her. If only he needed her in his life as much as she needed him.
Chapter 10
Randy rested his head on his hand as he lay on his side watching Ally sleep. His finger slid over her cheek and gently trailed down her throat and between her luscious breasts.
"My God, Ally,” he whispered, “you are so incredibly beautiful."
He let his finger continue from her chest to her abdomen and then slip over her thighs, circling her sweet core. He grinned when Ally frowned in her sleep. Her hand slapped his finger away as if it was a pesky fly. He held his hand above her as she rolled to her side away from him. When she pressed her sweet, round ass against his sleeping cock, passion rose within him.
He wedged his aching need between the cheeks of her ass as he dipped his head to nuzzle her neck; his hand slowly closed over her hip to pull her closer to him.
"Stop it,” Ally said sleepily as she batted his hand. “You're insatiable."
Randy chuckled against her throat. “You can't blame me,” he said.
"Yes, I can,” she replied. “Don't you ever get enough?"
In spite of her scathing words, she pressed her buttocks against him and snuggled deeper into his embrace.
Randy's hand slipped between her thighs from behind and guided his cock to her already moist and ready pussy. He bucked his hips against her, filling her with his swollen cock. “I can never get enough of you,” he said against her ear.
Ally moaned as she reached behind her and ran her fingers through his hair as he pumped into her.
As his cock took everything she had, Randy knew he'd never be able to let her go. He knew he'd never let her return to Wilbur.
No one else would ever have this woman. She was his for now, for always.
* * * *
The shrill sound of the phone drew Randy from a deep, fitful sleep. He glanced at the sleeping woman cuddled against him and then at the alarm clock on the bedside table. He blinked and looked again. It was ten a.m.
He snapped the phone up and pressed it to his ear. “Yeah, what?"
"Thanks a hell of a lot for taking off on me last night,” Tilly's angry voice sounded on the other end.
Randy grinned. “Hey, Til,” he said as he tucked an arm beneath his head. “Did Jeff fuck the living shit out of you last night?"
Tilly hesitated. “Never mind that,” she said tightly. “Mom wants Ally to call her."
"Why?” Randy asked. “Ally talked to her yesterday."
"I don't think so,” Tilly replied. “Mom called this morning and demanded that Ally call her. I didn't get the impression she'd heard from Ally."
Randy looked at Ally, still deep in sleep. He sat on the edge of the bed as his hand tightened on the phone. “I was here when she called her mother,” he replied. “Ally told her she'd be home today."
"I don't know who Ally was talking to, but it wasn't Mom,” Tilly said stiffly. “Just tell Ally to call her. I can't play the go-between for much longer."
"I'll pass it on,” Randy said before he replaced the phone on the receiver. He frowned and turned to look at Ally.
What the fuck? He'd heard her on the phone. He'd heard her talk to her mother.
Randy turned away and placed a hand over his eyes. Or had he? Ally had taken the cell phone and turned away from him. He'd assumed she was talking to her mother but she may well have been talking to dead air.
Randy wiped his hand over his unshaven chin. All right, so she'd only pretended to talk to her mother. The next question was why?
He got off the bed and padded to the bathroom. As he turned the taps on the shower and stepped into the spray, a thought occurred to him. She wanted him to ask her to stay. By threatening to go home, she hoped he'd beg her to stay, share her life with him.
Randy chuckled as the warm water sluiced over him. He may well have been about to ask her to stay but knowing what she was up to changed everything. He grabbed the washcloth and squeezed body wash onto it. As he began to rub the cloth over his chest, he felt a cool rush of air.
"Can I help?” Ally asked as she stepped into the shower with him.
Randy allowed her to take the cloth from his hands. As she gently rubbed it over his chest, he looked down at her. “Don't you have to be somewhere today?"
Ally's blue eyes look injured as her hand hesitated on his chest. She focused on the task at hand before she replied. “Well, yes,” she said. “But Mom isn't expecting me home until this afternoon. We have time."
"Oh?” Randy said as he cocked his head to one side. “Well, if you're gonna go, there's no time like the present. Maybe you should get an early start."
The cloth fell from Ally's hand as she gazed up at him. Her eyes pleaded as she spoke. “Don't send me away just now. I want just a little more time."
As Randy gazed at her, his heart swelled. She is so incredibly beautiful, so damn wonderful. She didn't know it yet but he never intended to let her go. He shouldn't mess with her head. She needed to know.
"Ally—” His voice halted when she pressed her lips to his chest.
"Just a little more time,” she whispered as her hands slid over his chest and gently gripped his penis.
He couldn't find his voice when she fell to her knees in front of him and nuzzled his cock. Her fingers gently kneaded his balls as her lips opened over him.
Randy sucked air into his lungs as Ally's tongue grazed over him, pulling him deep into her mouth. He leaned forward and ran his fingers through her damp hair.
He wanted so much for her to continue but knew he had to stop her. His hands closed over either side of her head and propelled her up. He smiled down at her as water spray
ed over her face.
"There's something you need to know,” he said.
Ally's eyes darkened as she peered up at him. She swallowed hard. “What?"
"Tilly called while you were sleeping. She said your mother wants you to touch base with her. Apparently, she hasn't heard from you since we left the church."
"Oh,” Ally said softly as her hands fell away from him. “So you know I lied."
"Yeah, I know you lied,” Randy said.
Ally pulled the shower curtain back and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel. “I'm sorry,” she said softly as she rubbed it over her skin.
"Me too,” Randy replied as he turned the taps off and stepped out. “If you wanted to stay, you should've just asked outright."
Ally turned her back to him. She dropped the towel on the floor. “I'm sorry,” she said sullenly. “I didn't know any other way to go about it than to let you think I was about to leave.” She turned suddenly, her eyes filled with tears. “I wanted you to want me to stay."
Randy pulled a towel from the rack and smiled at her as he began to dry his chest. “I do."
Ally went on as though she hadn't heard him. “I love you, Randy Gallagher. I have always loved you. I didn't know it when I went to the bachelor auction but I do now."
Randy chuckled. “Did you hear what I said?"
Ally frowned. “I'm not sure. What did you say?"
Randy shook his head. “I want you to stay,” he said simply. “There's no damn way I'm going to let you go back to Wilbur any time soon. At least, not unless I'm with you."
Ally's face brightened as her eyes blazed. She hesitated. “What are you saying?"
Randy turned to the shower and turned the knobs. As the water began to spray, he turned to her and smiled. “I love you too, Ally.” He reached for her hand and propelled her toward him. “Now let's get back into the shower and finish what we started."
Tears streamed down Ally's cheeks as she stepped under the warm spray. “Yes,” she said as she reached up to touch her lips to his. “We do need to finish what we started."