Choice Matters (Southern Heat Book 1)

by Jamie Salisbury

  Suddenly, I felt his hand on the back of my dress, unzipping it. He helped it over my shoulders and the fabric fell in a puddle at my feet.

  Turning to him, I began unbuttoning his shirt as he unhooked my bra and let it fall. He helped as I pulled his shirt off his shoulders. As his last arm came through the sleeve, I balled the material up and flung it away. He took my breasts in his hands and began to knead them.

  “Hands off the merchandise, Choice. I’m in charge tonight. I’ll tell you when you can touch.”

  A low, throaty laugh emerged from him. “What sort of monster have I created? I’m all yours, angel, do you worst.”

  Without answering, I undid his pants and began to inch them over his muscular hips. Once I managed to get past his erection, I let go of them. His underwear followed. Then, I pushed him into a sitting position at the foot of the bed. His cock was thick and throbbing, wanting already.

  I kissed him on the lips then began replicating it inch by inch, down his throat and down his chest. He moaned when I briefly took his cock in my hand. Quickly, I wrapped my lips around the tip, and with my tongue, licked off the pre-cum. Breaking free, I kissed my way down his thigh and upper leg.

  Sitting up, I carefully bent down and untied his shoes. I then focused my attention on his prosthetic limb. His hands met mine, and I shook my head. I wanted to do this. To show him that this piece of his past did not invoke anything but love and affection from me. “Show me,” I said softly. “I want to learn.”

  Placing my hands where the prosthetic met his leg, Apolo guided me, assisting me as I rolled the tight fabric down until the stump met metal. Gently, I took the limb in my hands and placed it on the floor. Turning to focus on Apolo, I caught him rubbing the end of his lost limb.

  “I thought I said no touching, Choice. That includes yourself. Now, sit back and enjoy the ride, baby.” I playfully slapped his hands away and pushed him back on the mattress. Refocusing on the stump, I bent over and kissed every area imaginable, working my way slowly up his leg.

  As I inched my way to the inside of his thigh, I ran my finger back behind his balls, where they meet—that most private, erotic place on a man—before going onward to his ass and then forward to his cock. I must have hit the spot, because Apolo moaned, spreading his legs even further apart. Cupping his balls in my hand, I slowly wrapped my lips around them, causing him to groan even more.

  Remembering his tie, I stopped, stood up, and stared down at him. “Center of the bed, now!” I commanded, watching him watch me. “Is that a smirk on your face, Apolo? Because if it is, you’re going to pay dearly.”

  “No, never, angel. I’d never do that. I’m simply in awe at what a seductress you are this evening.”

  “Hands over your head.” Straddling him, I made sure I dragged my hot, naked body over his face as I loosely bound both his hands above his head. Slowly, I reversed the process, and when my breast fell over his lips, he grabbed hold and nipped the tip before sucking it. A groan escaped me. I was on fire, but not yet ready.

  Pulling free, I covered his mouth with mine and tasted every inch. Grinding against his erection, I broke the kiss. “Hmmm. What to do. What to do.” As much as I wanted him inside me right then, I got on all fours so that my body wasn’t touching his skin. “What I want is for you to make me come with your mouth. After that, I plan to suck you dry.”

  “Oh God, Caitlyn, just do it. Let me taste you,” he groaned.

  Moving slowly, I positioned myself, lowering toward his mouth. I sat upright, fondling my breasts, as Apolo took command with his tongue, flicking it around and on my clit. I began to rock against him as we established a pattern. He moved his tongue through my folds then plunged it inside. I was on the verge of going over the edge, and he clearly knew it, because he took my clit between his lips and gently sucked, causing me to buck and moan in ecstasy.

  “Oh, fuck yeah, Apolo.” I collapsed on to all fours to compose myself as Apolo chuckled from beneath me, which vibrated on to my already raw clit, bringing a second rush of orgasmic bliss running through me.

  As soon as I regained my senses, I slid my wet pussy down across his chest. Our mouths met, and our tongues dueled, flicking and probing each other. The taste of myself sent a shiver through my body. Breaking the connection, I fisted my hands in his sable brown hair and peered down at him.

  “That was fucking fantastic, babe,” I purred. “Are you ready for what comes next?” I teased him, outlining his lips with my tongue one last time.

  “I can’t wait. I like you like this, all bossy and in charge.”

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes, angel, yes.”

  “Soon, baby, soon.” I took command again, kissing him long and hard. I kissed his face then his ear I hovered over the shell just long enough, which I knew drove him crazy. “I love you, Apolo.”

  Slowly, I kissed and licked my way toward my destination. His cock stood there hard, erect, throbbing, and weeping for attention. I took it in my hand and squeezed before outlining every coursing vein and every inch of skin. I heard him draw in a breath as I lowered my mouth and encased the tip. I quickly flicked my tongue along the opening and caught the pre-cum.

  He moaned at the suction, his body wriggled in an attempt to gain control. I glanced up at his face to find him watching me. His expression was intense, yet somehow, sexually seductive. Then, I slid my mouth over the rest of his velvety manhood, running my tongue playfully around it.

  “Stop! Stop, Caitlyn!”

  My tongue continued to move over his skin as I ignored his plea. He was hot and close to release. I knew that, but I wanted to hear him beg. Just this once, while I had him in this vulnerable state. I loved that I could have this with him, that we could enjoy each other like this.

  “Caitlyn, take me baby, please.”

  I slowly withdrew my claim on him. As I came to the wide crest of his cock, I flicked my tongue along, claiming any pre-cum. His body shook in anticipation. “What do you want now, baby?” I teased, flicking a grin up at his handsome face.

  “Put me inside you,” he whispered, staring up at me.

  “Why? I think I might like to play some more. I think I’d like to suck you dry first instead.”

  “No, please, put me inside you. I’m going to come if you keep doing what you’re doing. Teasing me like that.”

  “You don’t want me to drink you first?”

  “No I want to come inside you!”

  Straddling his hips, I took his cock in one hand and flicked the slick tip against my swollen clit, guiding it back to my entrance. I held it there, positioning myself to receive him. The next moment, large hands were on each of my hips, lowering me on. He had come free of his loose restraints.

  I moaned as he seated me as deep as he could, until my wet entrance touched against his hot body. “You’re so hard, baby.” I sat up, enjoying his arousal inside me. I moaned in ecstasy.

  “That’s what you do to me, Caitlyn. We were made for each other.” Slowly withdrawing, he thrust up hard and stayed that way. He teased with slow, sensual movements. I could feel the tip as it touched and massaged the spot inside me that only he had been able to reach.

  Arching my body over him, our lips inches from each other, I brushed his lightly with my tongue again. I knew this drove him crazy. “Fuck me, Apolo. I want you on top of me, fucking me hard.”

  He growled then moved us over, his huge body covering mine. Then, he grabbed me by the ass, yanking me hard against him and pushing deep inside. My hands were clenching his ass as well, pulling him deeper, as though I couldn’t get enough of this man. “Mine, Caitlyn,” he stated gruffly. “You’re mine, Cait.”

  My body writhed under his movements, as I inched closer to orgasm. “Apolo.” I mewed as I bucked under him, matching his thrusts.

  “That’s it, baby. Come. You can do it. Just let it go,” he hissed in my ear. His pumping was becoming quicker, with more urgency. He was not far himself.

  He sat up
, watching me as he moved in and out. It was too much. His clever fingers massaged my clit, and my entire body shook violently as I came. One orgasm led into another, my sex contracting around him. “Oh fuck, Apolo. Don’t stop.” I heard myself cry out.

  “Are you ready, baby? Come with me. Together.”

  “Oh God, you’re so deep, Apolo. Now, baby. Let’s do it.”

  He fucked me hard. The act was primal and arousing, thrusting deep inside me until his body shuddered and jerked, filling me with his release. I trembled and spread wide for him. As he slammed into me a final time, the crest of his cock hit the sweet spot and sent me spinning off the edge. I opened my eyes, desperately wanting to watch this man as he came. He looked like a god. He was a god. Mine.

  He collapsed over me, heaving for breath. Still coming. I stroked his back as his breathing began to slow. Finally, he moved, kissing the shell of my ear. “That was fucking incredible.” He moved, repositioning himself so he could gaze down at me. Still inside me, still hard. “I love you, baby.” He planted little kisses over my face.

  “I love you, too, Apolo. Hmmm. It was fucking fantastic, wasn’t it?”

  “I told you we were made to fuck each other, Caitlyn. Our bodies instinctively know what the other wants.”

  “And what is yours telling you now. Because if I were to guess, I’d say you’re ready to go again. Animal!”

  He growled playfully in my ear. “Hmmm. You’d be right, angel. But first, I think I need a break and something cold to drink.” He slowly withdrew. “Would you mind?”

  “My pleasure, Senator Choice,” I replied as I sat up and got my bearings. Swinging my legs over the side, I stood up. “I’ll be right back. You keep it hot and ready, lover boy.”

  He chuckled at my remark, shaking his tousled brown hair. “You have no idea how ready I am, baby.”

  Walking out into the suite, I padded my way to the small refrigerator next to the bar and pulled out two bottles of water. Checking the door and making sure the deadbolt was in place, I walked through the room, turning off all but one lamp.

  The thought of Apolo inside me again sent shivers down my body, my clit again throbbing again for his touch. I smiled as I approached the king sized bed. There he lay in all his naked splendor. Mr. Hotshot. Sound asleep.

  * * * *

  Apolo

  Damn Delpheine! I don’t know where she’s getting her information, but I intend to find out. The nerve that she thinks she can come waltzing back into my life, after the way she repulsively rejected me is inexcusable and something I have never forgotten. Jacob will get to the bottom of it, but my little spitfire seems to have handled herself just fine.

  I plan to marry her, and I need to begin to put my plans in motion.

  I met Caitlyn’s father, Frank at one of the hotel restaurants. It was the perfect opportunity for us to get to know each other a little better. Caitlyn was still asleep, as I imagined so was her mother.

  Frank waved me over to the table, standing to shake hands with me. We sat down, ordered our meal, and began conversing about insignificant things.

  He explained his move back to Ireland. Once he’d given me some details about who his employer was and such, I had to agree with him. He’d have been a fool to pass up such an offer. Not wanting to appear nosy, I avoided the subject of his wife and why she didn’t return with him. Caitlyn had shared enough for me to get the picture.

  I was wondering how to approach the subject when Frank did it all by himself. I have to admit, I’d played out this scene a thousand times in my head. But now that it was here and real, I had absolutely no idea what to say to the man. He must have sensed that his daughter was part of the reason for our meeting. I was secretly grateful for his fatherly insight.

  “So Apolo, you’re planning on making an honest woman out of my Caitlyn?”

  I smiled and placed my fork down on the plate. “It looks that way. Everyone tells me I can’t bring her to Washington in my new position, living together without getting married.”

  “And that surprises me, Apolo. I didn’t take you for one to care what anyone thought.”

  “I don’t, but where Caitlyn is concerned, it’s different. I have to put her ahead of myself. It’s one thing for people to gossip about me. I won’t have them do it with Caitlyn. So, if that means we get married, then that’s what we’ll do.”

  “It’s obvious you love her very much, so my speech about taking care of my little girl—and if you ever hurt her you’ll have me to answer to—just flew out the window.” He chuckled. I loved his Irish accent. Reminded me of Caitlyn.

  “Yes, I do love her very much. You needn’t worry about her. I’ll take good care of her. She’ll never want for anything.”

  “Oh, of that I have no doubt,” he replied. He winked at me before taking a bite off his sausage. I was now beginning to see where Caitlyn got her humor. Certainly not her mother.

  “I did, however, promise Caitlyn that I would ask you formally for her hand.”

  “And you have, and yes, you have my blessing to marry my daughter, Apolo.”

  “Thank you, sir. You know your daughter can be a bit headstrong when she wants things done a certain way.”

  “Told you she wouldn’t marry you unless you asked me and unless you formally propose. Am I missing anything?”

  “No,” I replied, chuckling. “You know your daughter quite well.”‘

  “Aye, I do. Now, if we’re done with the formalities, how about you and I head back to your suite and have some fun?”

  “What sort of fun?”

  “Oh, how about we be there sitting all pretty. It’ll drive her nuts, wondering whether or not you asked me.”

  That settles it. Time for the newly minted Senator Choice to ask his beautiful, sensual woman for her hand in marriage. The sooner, the better.

  A wedding will have to be done quickly and in Atlanta. I would like for us to be married when we return to Washington, if at all possible. But knowing Caitlyn’s mother, we may be in for a battle. I’m sure she’s not going to let her only daughter marry in haste, or under the guise of it being a “shotgun” wedding.

  No, I’m sure she’ll want the whole, huge affair, unless of course Caitlyn doesn’t, and we haven’t really spoken about this matter. I’ve always felt that it was a woman’s dream to marry, so the woman should choose how it happens.

  Chapter Eight

  Caitlyn

  Slowly, I opened my eyes and stretched. The spot Apolo had occupied earlier sat empty. The clock on the bedside table read nine o’clock. That’s right, he was having breakfast with Pop this morning.

  Apolo had fallen asleep, and I hadn’t disturbed him, but that hadn’t stopped him from making love to me once he’d woken up some hours ago. I remembered him telling me to sleep in. The man made my heart feel good. How could I have been so lucky?

  Luck or fate would have to wait. I needed to get up. Plans for the weekend had been to spend them with Pop or with Apolo’s parents, depending on all of their schedules. Mother, well, knowing her, she probably had her own agenda laid out. Still, I wondered if she and my father were perhaps trying to work out their differences.

  Grabbing my robe off the foot of the bed, I pulled it around me. Coffee was the only thing I wanted. After that, I’d be ready for whatever the day offered.

  Opening the bedroom door, I went in search of it. I knew if Apolo hadn’t ordered some, there was a pot available. We had decided to make the hotel our home until we found a place, which meant no cooking until then. A simple luxury I would force myself to enjoy. I was so focused on getting some coffee, I walked right by Apolo and my father, who were seated in the living room.

  “Good morning, Caitlyn.” I heard Apolo’s low, seductive baritone, shaking me back to reality. I jerked around to see the two men standing.

  “Oh, good morning. Have the two of you eaten already?”

  “Yes,” my father replied. “Apolo and I had quite a lovely breakfast downstairs in one of the
restaurants.”

  “Good.” I eyed them both suspiciously. Only because they were smiling. Too early for that sort of cheerfulness. “Is there coffee, or do I need to make some?”

  “There should be a fresh carafe on the table,” Apolo answered, walking toward me.

  The hair on my arms immediately stood on end as he approached. As he neared, I caught a whiff of his cologne. He was dressed casually. Casual for him, at least. A pair of black slacks and a golf shirt. No jeans here.

  “Let me help you. You look as though you’re still half asleep.” He kissed me on the lips and turned me back toward the living room. I complied, finding a chair and sitting down. My father was still grinning.

  “What is it with you two this morning?”

  “Nothing. It’s just good to see you happy and content,” my father replied, still grinning.

  “And you?” I asked, as Apolo handed me a steaming mug. I gingerly took it from him, taking a careful sip.

  “Ditto what your father said.”

  “Hmmmph. So, what are we doing today?”

  “Well, your mother and I leave for home tomorrow evening. We thought we would go do some sightseeing together. The only thing I’ve gotten in has been the Smithsonian.”

  All of a sudden, it dawned on me what he had just said. “Wait a minute. Did you just say mother’s going back to Ireland with you? Why? And what brought this on?”

  “We’re going to try to spend some time together. See if we can’t work this nonsense out.”

  “Good for you, Pop. Apolo? Do you have anything going on?”

  “I’ve got nothing. My parents indicated that they wanted to spend the day quietly. I imagine they’re still recovering from their long trip. So, our day is wide open. I did, however, take the liberty to arrange for us to look at a couple of places. Are you up to it?”

  “Yes, of course, I am. I’ll just need to shower and get ready first.” Taking a long swallow off my black coffee, I finished it off. “I’ll just get another cup and get started.”