by Lisa Sommers
Squeezing me tighter, he begins walking us to the elevator. Now would be the time to make my escape if it weren’t for me wanting to have him all to myself. At least for a little while.
Alli finally speaks up, but it’s not exactly what I want to hear. “Here honey, I’ll take your bags. You look a little busy.” Then the elevator doors close.
Never releasing his hold on me, Derek slams my back against the cool metal wall of the cart.
“God, I missed you.” Like Hell he did.
Buttons are popping off my blouse as Derek stretches the material to its capacity. I don’t even care because after this night, I plan on burning it. Everything he’s touching on me will be thrown out. I refuse to let him or anyone else take advantage of me. I’ll give him a taste of his own medicine.
The elevator doors slide open and Derek wastes no time in exiting us both before promptly coming to a halt two doors down. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his room key.
After pushing the door open, we barely make it to the foot of the bed before he drops me to my feet. He rips my shirt off, making the remaining buttons pop off in every direction. He stands and stares at me blankly for a moment before moving behind me, leaving me to look at the perfectly made bed which will soon look like a tornado hit it.
Derek glides the palm of his hands from my lower back around to the sides of my rib cage. Just when he reaches my breasts, his fingertips inch their way to my taut nipples. The pleasure is unbearable, causing me to throw my head back until it rests on his chest. I feel the cool wetness of his tongue press and glide its way up my neck, sending goosebumps throughout my whole body.
Derek brings one hand to cover my left breast while the other slowly snakes its way down my belly until it slides down the front of my pants and into my panties. Reaching my sex, I spread my legs apart, giving him better access. He rubs small circles over my clit, making me gasp.
He expresses his own gratification by moaning against my ear.
His lips slide their way down my neck. “Baby, you are so wet,” he mumbles against my shoulder. “I want to fuck you so fucking bad.”
I mutter my first words to him since I’ve been here. “Then fuck me.”
He growls, biting the sensitive skin just below my ear. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck. He moves his hands so that they splay on my lower back, making me miss the feel of his touch where I need it most. He then pushes slightly so that we are mere inches apart. I feel him lower to his knees as he kisses every inch of me on his way down, dragging my jeans and panties as he goes.
When my clothes pool at the base of my feet, I slip out of my sandals and lift one leg at a time until I am standing before him completely naked.
He pushes my legs apart even further and he brushes his fingertips ever-so-gently between them. I bend forward and place my hands on the edge of the bed giving him better access to where I need him most.
“Fuck, baby, you are so beautiful.”
His fingers spread me apart, and then I feel his cool air blow on me.
“Please don’t ever leave me again, baby.” He whispers against my flesh.
I don’t say a word because after tonight I don’t plan on sticking around. I refuse to let any man treat me the way he did. We may not have been in a committed relationship, but he literally just expressed his feelings for me last week. How could he move on so quickly?
Turnabout is fair play.
Game On, baby.
Chapter 12
Derek
Chelsea crawls up onto the bed until she reaches the pile of over-stuffed hotel pillows.
She is the sexiest woman I have ever met. Thank God, she came back to me because I don’t know what I would do without her.
She rolls over until she is on her back, propped up on her elbows. She crooks her index finger, gesturing for me to join her.
She sure as hell doesn’t need to ask me twice. I will always want her. In more ways than one. I vow to always stand by her and not treat her the way she was so obviously treated in the past.
She deserves so much more than that and I plan on giving her everything she needs.
I make my way up the bed and crawl over her until we come face-to-face. I could stare into those green eyes for the rest of my life.
As much as I want to tell her how much I love her, it’s just all too soon for her. Now that I finally have her in my corner, I just need to show her what life would be like between us.
I lower my head and place a gentle kiss on her right cheek. I continue to trail more down to her jaw and across to the other side.
I breathe in a deep breath, taking in her scent. “You smell amazing, baby.”
She’s so quiet which just tells me that this is all still too new to her.
I must be the luckiest bastard alive to have her want me.
I reach her shoulder and lick the small divot at her collar bone. “Your skin is so soft.”
Once I reach her arm, I entwine my fingers with hers and lift until I can kiss the sensitive skin under her forearm. My teeth nibble gently, sending goosebumps throughout her whole body. Just the thought of me turning her on makes the curves of my mouth turn up in satisfaction.
I glance up only to notice Chelsea’s gaze penetrating mine. I continue my sweet assault over to her other arm, never allowing us to lose eye contact. Just the thought of being able to love on her like this, every single day, makes my heart full.
“Is this okay for you?” I ask, because I don’t ever want her to second guess my feelings for her.
Chelsea slowly nods her head giving me the go ahead to continue to her chest.
Releasing her hand, I sit up so that I am on my knees. I place the palm of my hands on her belly and slowly glide them around her stomach, inching my way up until they rest at the sides of her breasts.
I look up to find Chelsea with her eyes closed and her head nestled back into the soft pillows. She’s enjoying me touching her as she always has.
“You look like an angel.” I tell her, which makes her release a small chuckle.
Her eyes are still closed and as I move my gaze back down to her beautiful chest, I lower my head until my lips come in contact with her nipple. I roll my tongue around on her areola, making her arch her back towards me.
“You like this, baby?”
She makes a sound that hopefully my ears will be able to hear again.
Taking her taut nipple into my mouth, I bite just hard enough to make her writhe beneath me. Yet, her eyes remain shut. I kiss my way over to her other breast and repeat the action, causing Chelsea to gasp in pleasure.
God damn, she is sexy.
As my mouth continues to suck, I slide my other hand down her stomach until it gently rests on her mound.
Chelsea’s body radiates heat and it’s driving me insane. I lower my hand just a little bit more and slide a finger in between her sweet spot.
“Fuck … me.” I mutter against her breast. She is so turned on that I can’t stand it anymore. I dip two fingers inside of her and slowly pull out just far enough so that they don’t fully leave her body. I repeat this three more times before I’ve had enough.
“Baby, I am barely hanging on here.” I pull my hand away and raise myself until I am hovering over her beautiful face again. “I want you so bad.”
Chelsea still doesn’t say a word, but she slides both of her legs up my thighs and wraps them tightly around my waist. She positions her sex just at the right spot for me to easily enter her and far be it from me to deny her.
I push in so hard that she gasps for air. Her eyelids fly open and she stares intently into my eyes. It’s at this moment that I realize there is no barrier between us. As a matter of fact, this is the first time I have ever made love to someone without protection. I can tell that she has come to the realization as well.
I continue to keep my gaze on her to gauge her reaction. She shows no signs of us wanting to put a halt to what we are doing so I keep going.
> Chelsea and I have never been shy when it comes to sex so I know without a doubt that she can handle this and so much more.
She loosens her grip on my waist and moves her body just far enough so that she can push herself on and off my cock with ease. I fucking love this insatiable side of her. She never ceases to amaze me.
“That’s it baby, fuck me,” and so she does.
Chelsea grips my forearms to give her better leverage to pound herself onto me.
I can feel her core starting to tighten around me and it drives me to sit back on my heels, grab her hips and force her sweet little self, deep onto me.
“Fuck, yeah. You got it, baby. Come for me.”
My words always push her over the edge until I am the next one to jump off that cliff.
Just the feel of her clenching around me does me in. I spiral to the very deep depth of my being in the most awesome pleasure imaginable.
I collapse next to Chelsea, wrap my arm around her waist and tug her until she’s rested snug against my chest. Knowing that I am this much closer to making her all mine, makes this the perfect end to a stressful day.
Last night was perfect. I can’t be anymore happy than I am right now. However, I’ve had to use the restroom for a while now, but I didn’t want to disturb Chelsea. That is until she stirs a bit, rolls over and penetrates her gaze right into mine.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
She is still quiet and it makes me wonder what is going on in that pretty little mind of hers. However, I still need to take care of business before I start a conversation with her or get deeper into something more tempting.
I roll out of bed and make my way to the restroom.
After splashing my face with cool water, I take a glance in the mirror and wonder how I became this lucky. As I dry my hands, I ask Chelsea, “Honey, would you care to join me in the shower?”
Just the thought of waking up every single day and having that woman in the shower with me brings a smile to my face.
“Yeah. Yeah, sure I’ll join you. Why don’t you get in and warm the water up for us?”
I knew she wouldn’t deny me. Stepping into the shower, I turn the water on waiting for it to warm up before having Chelsea join me. It seems to be taking forever. Damn hotel. I love what I do for a living but I loathe staying in hotels. There is just something about waking up in your own bed. Showering in your own shower.
Finally, the water seems to be warming up. I pull the shower curtain open far enough to let Chelsea know I’m ready for her. “Babe, the water and I are ready for you.” I holler loud enough for her to hear me.
I always keep my room a little more on the cooler side because it makes me sleep better. Not to mention, having Chelsea tucked into my chest all night long, keeps us both pretty heated so I welcome the warmth of the water on my cool skin. I close my eyes, tilt my head back under the spray of the water and run my fingers through my hair.
I reach for the shower gel and pour a generous amount into the palm of my hand. I work it up into a lather and wait for Chelsea to get her sweet little ass in here.
What is taking her so long? “Chels?”
She must have fallen back asleep. “Baby, the water’s warm. If you don’t hurry up, I’ll start without you.” Last time I said that to her she didn’t wait to strip her clothes off before jumping in.
“Honey?” I call out one last time. As much as I’d love to have her in here with me, I continue to clean up. The thought of climbing back into bed and snuggling up close to her has me rushing to get out of here.
I grab a towel and quickly dry off as I make my way back to join Chelsea under the covers. She has the blankets pulled over her head. Maybe I have the room too cold for her. “I’ll warm you up, baby.” I slide under the sheets and reach out only to feel a pillow. What the heck?
I look around the small room, but see no sign of her. Where the hell did she go? Then it dawns on me. Alli has her bags. She must have gone to go get them. Damn crazy woman doesn’t need clothes today. I have the day off so we can spend our time together right in this room.
I stretch out on my back and fold my arms underneath my head. I’m sure she’ll be back soon.
Fuck, it’s been fifteen minutes. Just then, there is a knock at the door. She must have forgotten to grab the hotel key.
Since I have absolutely no clothes on I peek through the little peep hole. Crap, it’s Alli.
“Hold on a second.” I tell her.
I wrap a towel around my waist and open the door.
“Damn, Huntington. Put some clothes on, will you?”
“Not a chance. Not when my baby is staying with me.” I explain.
Alli looks anywhere but at me, “Just give her this,” she holds out a sweater. It’s Chelsea’s. “I forgot to give it to her when she came and got her stuff a little bit ago.”
I furrow my eyebrows. “What do you mean, a little bit ago?”
“Chelsea called me from your phone and asked what room number I was in. She came and got her stuff.” Alli looks around me and into my room. “Where is she?
“I thought she was with you.”
“Umm, no. That was like twenty minutes ago. Oh, you know what?”
“What?” I don’t want to play any guessing games. I just need to know where Chelsea is at.
“I bet she went downstairs to get coffee. That girl is not a morning person. Don’t ever try to have a discussion with her prior to her having her caffeine fix.”
“Hmm, you’d think she’d be back by now. Alright, well I’ll just get dressed and join her downstairs.”
“Alright. Well, I’m going back to cuddle with my man.” Alli turns around and takes a few steps before looking back over her shoulder and says, “Derek?”
“Yeah, honey?”
“I’m happy for the both of you. Treat her good.” She smiles at me before opening up her own door and disappears.
“I will.” I mumble to no one but myself.
Chapter 13
Chelsea
I just had to get out of there. I know it was shitty of me to use him like that, but turnabout is fair play.
“To the airport, please.” I tell the cab driver.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Bryce and Laila are all that I am thinking about right now. What I wouldn’t give to have them back. Baby, I wish you were here with me. I miss you both so much. Bryce would be so disappointed in me right now. I’m sorry, baby. I just don’t seem to be making the right choices lately. I know you would want me to be happy, but I just don’t know how to be without you. I promise you I won’t be a fool anymore. Laila, honey, mommy sends you two kisses. I roll the window down and kiss the palm of my hand once and then again before sticking my hand out the window, letting my air kisses fly to the sky. “Mommy loves you, baby girl.” I whisper.
“We’re here, Ma’am.”
I hadn’t even realized we arrived at the airport. I pull out a couple of twenties and pay the driver before exiting.
“Here I’ll grab your luggage from the trunk.”
“Thank you.”
I make my way to the ticket counter and ask for the next flight back to San Diego. I hand her my license so that she can change my returning flight.
“Yes, Ms. Hodges.” The nice lady searches through her computer system and comes back with the perfect flight information. “We just so happen to have one seat available on the next flight which leaves at ten forty-five.”
I go to reach for my phone then realize I destroyed it yesterday. “Umm, what time is it right now?”
“Ten fifteen.”
“I’ll take it, thank you.”
“Sure thing, Ms. Hodges.”
I’ve always hated when people call me that. It reminds me of my mother, and she abandoned me when she found out I was pregnant at eighteen. She tried to make it up to me once she found out Bryce and Laila were called to Heaven, but it was too late. Not only did she abandon me, she abandoned her first and only grandchild. I
will never forgive her for that.
I surprisingly made it through security in record time and am already sitting in my seat on the airplane.
“Would you care for something to drink while we wait for the plane to take off?” I look up to see a gorgeous, but fake as shit flight attendant. But, she seems nice so I accept her offer.
“I’ll take a Bloody Mary, please.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
What is with people? Why do they keep calling me something that makes me seem older than I really am?
“It’s a Southern thing.” A voice from across the aisle says.
Did I say that out loud? “I’m sorry, I’m just having one of those days.” I roll my head against the headrest and notice an older gentleman staring at me.
“No need to apologize, Ma’am.”
I glare at him. Did he really just call me ma’am?
He holds his hands up in the air in front of him. “I’m sorry, it was a slip. Won’t happen again.” The corners of his mouth turn up, looking apologetic. “I promise.”
The flight attendant holds out my Bloody Mary for me to take. “Here you go, Ma’am.” Seriously, I’m not liking this whole Southern hospitality thing.
The man across from me chuckles at her comment. I look over at him with my lips pursed. He has a beautiful smile and if he was at least twenty years younger, I’d be all over that. “It’s okay.” I say before turning my head to look out the small window. What am I thinking? My head is so fucked up about Derek that there is no way I could do anything with anyone else.
Closing my eyes, I do my best to catch up on some much needed sleep. As much as I loved the feeling of being in Derek’s arms last night, I couldn’t sleep a wink. All I kept thinking about is how I will never be held again. Just the thought of it brings tears to my eyes. I was so close to having it all, again. But, clearly I was wrong.
Suddenly, I am awoken by the pilot making his descent. “The current temperature in San Diego on this beautiful afternoon is seventy-eight degrees. Thank you for flying Delta Airlines. We look forward to seeing you again.”
I straighten up in my seat and run my fingers through my hair. I’m sure I look like a disaster.