“Don’t be sorry. I can see you’re not a tramp. So what bar do you like to go to?” I ask her as I put my seatbelt on. I can see I’ve affected the hell out of her and it has me on cloud nine.
I would jump up and down if she wasn’t around to see it!
Her head falls back on the headrest and she looks at me with shining green eyes. “That really isn’t like me, Blaine. I want you to know that, and I want you to know I won’t ever do that again.”
“Well, that’s some really bad news. I liked that a lot and I am going to want to do that a lot more.” I reach over to adjust her shirt, as half her bra is showing. “Nice bra!”
Her head snaps forward as she finally notices what I’m doing and bats at my hands. “I can do it!”
“Where did you get that?” I ask her as she puts herself back into place.
“What?” she asks.
“The pink, lacey bra? Fredrick’s? It’s sexy,” I say and lean toward her, then take her hands to stop her from messing around with her shirt. “You’re sexy.”
“Ha! I really fucked up!” she says as she looks at me with scared, little, rabbit eyes.
“I can see you’re scared.”
Before I can finish, she laughs. “I’m not scared. I am smart! You are a rich, rich man, and my family’s sworn enemy! I can’t get into bed with you!”
“Sworn enemy? Well, that’s not cool, is it? But I have a plan that will completely fix that. I don’t like being the sworn enemy of anyone. That was never my intention when I started my business. And what’s this talk about getting into bed with me?” I wait for her response and smile when her cheeks go nearly as red as her hair.
“Don’t act like that wasn’t your intention,” she says. “You asked me to come to your house. You know what you wanted. I’m just saying it out loud.”
“I think I said I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to. I don’t recall asking you to sleep over. It seems to me your inner mind is telling you that it’s something you want to do. If that’s the case I need you to know that I am all for that idea. You can sleep over if you want. I’ll lend you a T-shirt, or better yet, you can sleep naked. I think that’s an even better idea. Should I tell Mr. Green to take us home, then?”
“You’re making me dizzy with all of your intellect, Blaine. Let’s go to that club over there. It’s all lit up and seems to be hopping. No going to your home to swim, eat, and have sex,” she says, then gestures for me to roll the window down to let my driver know I want to stop there.
I roll the window down. “Can you drop us at the club, Mr. Green? We’ll hang out there while you go take your wife to dinner. My treat.” I just thought of that brilliant plan. That way I’ll have her to myself for the next couple of hours.
“Oh, how nice of you, sir. Thanks so much!” he says, then rolls the window back up.
“That’ll take a couple of hours, Blaine. I meant a drink or two,” she says.
“I’m not going to be pouring them down your throat, Delaney. We can dance, talk, and kiss some more. There’s more to do than just drink in these kinds of places.”
“We can’t kiss anymore. That was a mistake,” she says as we pull to a stop in front of the club.
Grabbing her hand, I get out, meet my driver at the door, and slide a couple of hundreds into his palm. “Give us at least two hours, please.”
He nods and smiles. “I like you two together. You balance each other out very well. Mrs. Green is going to love to meet you, Nurse Richards. I’ll have her with me when I come back for you two.”
“That sounds nice, Mr. Green,” she says, then I pull her away to go to the door with the loud music rocking behind it.
“I feel weird going out in scrubs,” she says as we go inside.
“Tomorrow we can go home first and change, then go out, if you want to.”
She looks at me kind of funny as I pay the guy at the door, and he stamps our hands then we head into the crowd of people. Her hand is tight in mine as the sea of people make us stay close together. Pulling her through the people like this is slow going to get across the dance floor to the bar. So I pull her around in front of me and hold her tightly as I dance across the floor with her in my arms.
The surprised look on her face is priceless, then her arms go around my neck as she gets what I’m doing. “You’re very smart.”
“I know,” I say, then kiss the tip of her nose. “You’re very beautiful.”
“I know,” she says with no hesitation.
It’s pretty obvious she knows how beautiful she is. She knows she’s smart and talented too. She hasn’t got an insecure bone in her body, and her sweet, kind, giving soul pulls all of Delaney Richards together into one tight, little package.
Picking her up when I reach the outer edge of the dance floor, I carry her to the bar as she smiles at me. “Name your poison, sugar.”
“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” she says as I place her feet on the ground.
Pressing my lips to her ear, I say, “What I really want, they don’t serve here.”
She shakes her head and laughs. “I get it. Give me a gin and tonic.”
Wiggling my finger at the young bartender who can’t keep her eyes off me, I ask her, “Do you make a good gin and tonic?”
“I can make you a good anything, handsome,” she says, and I see my little redhead’s cheeks go red.
She holds her tongue, though, so I decide I’ll press it a bit. “Hey, honey, can you tell me what your specialty is?”
The bartender, who I can tell is a really easy woman, is quick to say, “My specialty is the cock and balls. I can administer pleasure to them for hours.” She laughs a high-pitched laugh, then puts two fingers over her mouth. “Oh, you meant what drinks, didn’t you?”
I barely catch Delaney as she cracks her neck, then leans over the bar. “Hey, bitch! Ease up there, honey. I guess you can’t see—he’s with me!”
“So?” the poor fool says, and I barely catch the empty shot glass that was sitting on the bar. Delaney snatches it up and throws it right at the other woman’s head.
“Whoa,” I say and take Delaney’s hands into mine. “Where did that come from?”
“Let’s go to your place. This place is making me sick!” she says.
I find myself hurrying to leave as I hold her close to me again and dance her back across the dance floor. “I’ll get us a cab and call my driver to let him know he has the rest of the night off.”
“You do that,” she says as she looks into my eyes. “I want to have a sleepover.”
Holy shit!
A Fall Feast
Book Three
Chapter 1
DELANEY
November 15th:
The whole cab ride to Blaine’s estate is a blur of his hands all over me, his mouth all over mine, and so much heat that I had to stop myself from pulling my clothes off.
I don’t know what’s come over me. That bitch bartender set something off inside of me with her blatant remarks to Blaine that sent me into a red-hot anger instantly.
I can’t believe I threw a shot glass at her!
It’s hard to imagine, but I was actually reining myself in when I threw that little empty glass at the brunette bitch from hell. I wanted to jump over that bar and completely kick her ass.
And that is not like me!
Not at all. So I made a snap decision to have sex with Blaine Vanderbilt. I figure such a rash reaction to a woman coming on to him means there’s just way too much sexual tension between us and the best way to get that over with is, quite obviously, to have sex.
With this out of the way, I can go on and be more normal. He might be around the hospital the whole holiday period and I can’t be getting insanely jealous when women talk to him. It’s not professional!
So, in the name of staying professional, I am about to walk out of this very nice bathroom and into Blaine Vanderbilt’s master bedroom, where he’s waiting for me on his large, king-size bed.
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br /> My heart is racing and I take one last look in the mirror to see if this is really something I want to do. I find my eyes shining back at me and a grin that won’t go away.
Yeah, it’s something I want to do!
Need to do, really. It’s been a month or so since I’ve had sex. It was with Paul and it was not spectacular—something he said was my doing. It seems I’m bossy in bed. Or so he said, anyway.
I was just trying to get him to do things that were pleasing to me. I don’t think of that as bossy so much as necessary, at least where he was concerned.
Stepping back from the vanity with globe lights all across the top of the mirror, I shake my hair out a little so it’ll look a bit wild. I want tonight to be over-the-top hot.
I need it to be!
Blaine is a one-shot deal. I’ll take all I can from this because I can’t allow myself any more than that. He is the enemy of my family, and I just know he’ll go back to his ways once his mourning over his father’s death passes.
I take one shot of mouthwash to make sure my breath is minty fresh, then I spit it out, rinse the sink, and …
“Hey, you okay in there?” I hear Blaine call out.
My body has frozen for some reason. I can’t seem to talk or move. Then a knock comes at the door and I feel as if I might pass out. “I’m fine,” I manage to say.
“You want to talk?” he asks me.
I just about melt with his words. He’d talk to me instead of screwing me—awww!
Taking a step toward the door, I open it and find him standing there in a pair of pajama bottoms and nothing else. They’re black with gray fleur-de-lis all over them. “Nice jammies,” I say as I look at them instead of his chiseled upper body.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see some massive hills and valleys, and I’m afraid to look at it all head-on. He is very impressive in the muscle department.
One of his fingers hooks my bra strap. “Nice bra and panty set. But I think I’ve told you something about your bra being sexy before. Are you feeling nervous?”
“Me?” I ask with a really high voice.
“Yes, you, Delaney,” he says with a smile I can hear in his voice, as I won’t look up at him. Then his hand is on my chin, lifting my face up. My eyes graze over his abs, which are ladder-like in structure. They go up and over his pecs that move as he breathes. Then they land on his very handsome face. His light-brown eyes are glittery as he looks at me.
“I suppose you think I’m nervous because I’ve taken some time to freshen myself up for this.”
“For me,” he says, then his hand leaves my chin. One fingertip runs over my lips, outlining them. “You were taking some time getting ready for me. Isn’t that what you meant?”
“Kind of, I guess. It’s been over a month. I wanted to be sure everything was neat and tidy,” I say, then find him moving that finger past my lips, into my mouth, and I suck it quite involuntarily.
“I want you to know I think you’re very special. A one-of-a-kind woman. I want you to know this isn’t something cheap to me. You can trust me, Delaney.”
He pulls his finger out of my mouth and runs his hand over my shoulder, then all of a sudden, he has me in his arms, picking me up. “I can walk.”
“I want to carry you. I want you to know I respect you. I want you to know you are safe with me. Do you understand that?” he asks me, then places me on his bed with the black comforter turned down so the white sheets show.
My head rests on a fluffy, black pillow, and I watch him look at my hair that’s splayed out over the pillow case. “Are you thinking about joining me on the bed, Blaine?”
He nods, but stays standing. “I love the way your hair looks against the black pillow. I love the way your body looks, lying in my bed. I think I could get used to this.”
And now he's gone and made it all weird!
Chapter 2
BLAINE
The contrast of the colors of her hair and the black color of my bed’s pillows and blanket make my heart beat a little harder. She is gorgeous and she is here in my home and in my bed.
I can’t believe it!
“Can you turn the lights off?” she asks me as she points at the lamp that’s on the bedside table.
“I think I’d like to look at you for a while, if that’s okay.”
“Blaine, you’re making this weird,” she says, then sighs. “Can’t we just get right back to the heavy making out we were doing on the ride here? I think things will progress on their own.”
Lying on the bed beside her, I get on my side, rest my head in one hand, and run the other hand over her stomach as I look down at her. “No need to rush things. Tell me more about yourself, Delaney Richards. Tell me what your favorite color is.”
Her green eyes roll as she says, “Green. So we’re going to get to know each other some more, huh? Then tell me what your favorite color is, Blaine.”
“It’s blue. I like that deep, cerulean blue. What kind of car do you drive?”
“A Honda.”
“What kind of car would you like to drive?” I ask as I take my fingertips and barely touch the exposed part of her breast above her pink bra.
“I’d like to drive a Mercedes. But that’s a few light years away for me. I suppose you have every vehicle you’ve ever even half-way wanted to drive.” Her hand moves up my arm and rests on my bicep.
“Yes,” I say and let my finger dip down into the valley between her plump breasts. “What is your absolute favorite meal? Like, if you were on death row and it was your last meal, what would you pick?”
“Easy—pizza,” she says. “From Dominick’s—the thin crust with Italian sausage, mushrooms, peppers, and a ton of mozzarella cheese. And you?” She gives my bicep a nice squeeze, indicating she likes the way it feels in her hand.
“Promise not to laugh?” I ask her as I stroke her hair.
“Promise, unless it’s really crazy,” she says.
“At least you’re honest,” I say, then kiss her forehead. “My favorite food is chicken noodle soup with saltine crackers.”
“I have a feeling there’s a reason behind that.” Her hand is soft as she moves it over my cheek and gazes into my eyes as if she can almost see the reason, but can’t quite make it out.
“That’s the only food I remember my mother making for me. I guess it was one of the last things she made before she left us to go to the hospital. I recall one of the first things I thought when pops told us mom wasn’t coming home again was that I’d never taste her soup again.”
“I’ll make you some,” she says, then pulls me to her and hugs me tightly in her small arms.
I hear her heart beating under my ear and feel myself falling. I’m falling so damn fast for her, it’s insane!
Moving my hands up and down her arms, I move them behind her and unclasp her bra. I hear her heart beat faster and smile against her skin. Moving back, I pull her bra away and find myself looking at a very nice set of tits. “Those are nice.”
“Thanks,” she says, then pushes at the waist of my pajama bottoms. “How about you get rid of these?”
Rolling off the bed, I get up and take her panties off first. My cock goes even harder with the sight of her naked body on my bed, and I know I could get used to this in a hurry. “I have to tell you once again, Delaney, you are gorgeous.”
Reaching over to turn off the light like she requested a while ago, I stop as she says, “Leave that on. I’d like to see what you’re working with.”
“You would, huh?” I slide the pajamas down and watch her as she takes me all in with wide eyes. She pulls her bottom lip in and holds it with her teeth. She makes a gesture for me to turn around, and I do as she’s asked.
“Oh, Lord help me, Blaine,” she says with a moan. “I have to let you know you are a work of art.”
“Aww, come on now. I’m not that great,” I say and fall onto the bed beside her.
“You know you are,” she says with a smile. “I can see it in your
eyes. You’re hot as hell and you are well aware of the fact.”
“I might be a little aware of it,” I tell her, then lean over her and kiss her the way I’ve wanted to for a while now.
Her hands feel like satin as they move over my arms, then around my neck as she pulls me to move over her. I only lay half of my body on hers as I take her in my arms and kiss her like she’s the most special person on this planet.
Her body feels perfect against mine. Her lips form so completely to mine. It’s as if she was made with me in mind. Everything about her intrigues or excites me. From the curve just above her plump ass to the bow in her top lip. Everything about her draws my attention and admiration.
One of her hands touches my stomach in a downward caress. Needles of anticipation pepper my skin as she goes down until she has my cock in her hand, moaning as she runs her hand up and down it.
She has no idea how badly I want to be inside of her right now. But I want her to feel special. She’s the kind of woman who remembers every little word you say. I will show her I mean it—not just tell her.
As she moves her hand up and down my length, making it harder and longer, I move my hand down to dip my finger into her only a bit, to wet it, then I move up her folds and find her little button.
She arches up to me slightly as she moans, and I feel the vibration in my mouth, making my tongue tingle. She is the sexiest thing I’ve ever had in my bed. And I’ve had many women in this bed.
Women I thought nothing of. Women who were there to give me pleasure and that was it. Women who meant nothing to me.
Delaney Richards is the first women I’ve ever felt anything for. From the moment I saw her, I knew I’d have her someday. But I want more than just this night from her.
So I’m going to show her why she’s going to want to come home with me every day after work. I’m going to make her scream for mercy that I will not give until I have pleasured her in every way imaginable.
Her nipples are hard against my chest. I have her ready and primed, but I’m not about to give her all she wants just yet. My mouth leaves hers as I kiss along her neck. She moves her hand on my cock a little faster, then I move my hand to take hers away from me. I’m about to show her what it feels like to be mine.
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