Awakened Desires

by Rissa Blakeley

“Because I don’t run away from my responsibilities.” Wasn’t that the fucking truth? As much as I wanted to, I didn’t. The waitress set down my beer. In hindsight, I should have asked for a bottle of Walker with a side of Grey Goose. I grabbed it and took a long drink.

  “I don’t know that!” Her eyes filled with tears. Christ. “My father is going to freak out!”

  “Carly…I’m sorry. I should have worn protection.” I didn’t bother because I knew the future. I was fucking psychic like that.

  “I’m forever linked with the whore of New York!” she snapped. It was loud enough for the people in the booth behind us to turn and look.

  Anger ripped through me. “That’s not fucking fair.” I sat forward, growling at her accusation.

  “Oh, it’s not? Really? You really want to go there, Mr. Erikkson?”

  Okay, maybe she was correct. I rubbed my eyes again and then my mouth, trying to think of something to say. All I could think about was appeasement. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” I decided I couldn’t even look at her. Honestly, I felt guilty. It was a foreign feeling. I didn’t realize what it was at first, but my chest ached a bit. That didn’t happen—ever. I finished my beer as the waitress set down our meals.

  “Another for you, sir?”

  “Yeah, please.”

  I just stared at my plate until I saw her drag her napkin across her eyes. Jesus, I really fucked up. Then I thought about the other dozen or so women I had fucked since my arrival in New York. How many would survive? Who could be pregnant? Feeling sick, I had to say something, though, so I blurted out, “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

  She sarcastically laughed through her tears. “You, Mr. Erikkson, are a funny man.” She cut her burger in half and took a bite.

  “Is everything all right…with your food?” The waitress asked when she set down my next beer. I nodded. Bitch needed to go the fuck away for two seconds so Carly and I could hash it out. Carly didn’t acknowledge the waitress, so she ended up walking away with a grumble.

  “You going to eat, Mr. Erikkson?”

  “Carly, stop.”

  “Shame to let such a nice burger go to waste.”

  Shoving the plate away, I said, “I’m not hungry.” After picking up my pint, I drank about a third of it while staring off into space. Carly continued to pick at her meal.

  “I’m sorry,” she said in a soft voice. My eyes flicked to hers. “It’s my fault, too. I should have provided protection since we were at my place…and my office.”

  “I will take care of everything. I’m a man of my word. I promise you.”

  “For some reason, I believe you. I don’t know why because I shouldn’t. Eat.” She shoved my plate back over to me. I grabbed it and took a couple bites out of the burger. It was pretty good, as well as the chips or fries or whatever the fuck they were called.

  The conversation was near nonexistent when we decided to leave. Both of us left most of our meal on our plates. Jackson drove us back to the hotel, and when he opened the door for me, I turned and looked at Carly before I got out of the car. “Jackson, go ahead and go,” she murmured. “I have some matters to attend to in the office. I will call if I need you to come back.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Thanks.”

  I got out and she followed right behind me. Carly straightened her top, and we looked at each other for a few moments. “Well?” she asked with a stern look on her face.

  “Well…what?”

  “Aren’t you going to invite me up to your room? Or do I need to get the master key and barge in when you least expect it?”

  I quirked a brow and smirked, wrapping my arm around her and pulled her close. “I’d love it if you came to my room with me,” I murmured in her ear.

  She shivered. “Me, too. I have no idea why I’m willing to do this.”

  “It’s because I’m so fucking irresistible.”

  “No truer words have ever been spoken.” She smirked and we headed toward the bank of elevators.

  Opening the door to my room, Carly looked around. It didn’t even look like anyone was staying there.

  “Neat freak?” she asked.

  More like properly trained. “You could say that.”

  “Are your socks and boxers lined up perfectly in the drawers?”

  “They could be.”

  I walked up behind her and ran the back of my hand down her cheek. She hissed. I pulled her fiery hair back and nuzzled her neck, making her fall into me. Scooping her up, I laid her down in the bed and crawled next to her.

  “Gunther…,” she moaned as I began unbuttoning her top while kissing her chest.

  “Yeah?”

  “Make love to me.” I couldn’t do that. I had no idea what making love was. It was just fucking for me. That’s all it ever was—fucking. I looked up at her from the valley between her extraordinary tits.

  “I will try.” She smiled as she closed her eyes.

  The kissing immediately grew intense. Not soft and loving like Carly wanted. That was what I knew. I was going to claim her once again. I yanked off her skirt and lacy things she called panties.

  “Good Lord, woman,” I whispered as I hovered above her.

  “What?”

  “You are so bloody beautiful.”

  My John Thomas ached from being trapped in a death grip between my zipper, my boxers, and my body. It was like she read my mind. She reached down, and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. She stroked me while still suffocating in my boxers before she slid my jeans down past my hips.

  “Oh, god…,” I whispered. There was something about her touch. It was like magic. So gentle and warm. “Come here.” I pulled her up and peeled her bra off. Her lips were pouty and puffy, her eyes were full of desire. I stood up, yanked off my shirt, then slowly ditched my boxers.

  “Mmm…,” she moaned and licked her lips as she watched me undress.

  “Suck me.” I held J.T. in my hand, demanding her to take it. She crawled to the edge of the bed to meet me. Her small hand wrapped around me, causing me to moan as she stroked me, but that’s not what I said to do. I grabbed her face with my hand and barked, “I said suck me.” She looked up at me through her lashes and took J.T. entirely into her mouth from tip to base. “Oh, sweet Lord. Your mouth is unreal.”

  Carly was on all fours, bent down with her luscious arse up in the air. Seeing her sway and listening to the sounds of her sucking me made me harder. My upper lip curled up as I tried to keep my breathing under control, but I was totally unsuccessful. My breath became ragged in seconds.

  “Bloody hell, you are so good at that.” She looked up at me and smiled when she withdrew J.T. from her mouth. “More,” I demanded. She happily accepted J.T. again. I grabbed her head to hold her still and began pumping into her. She reached up and grabbed onto me. “Shit. I have to stop or I’m going to come.” I pulled out and laid down on the bed. “Kneel over my face.”

  Carly did as instructed. Wasn’t that a sight? She looked delicious, smelled even more amazing. Her sweet honey was barely clinging on. I wrapped my hands around the outside of her thighs and went in for the kill. She grabbed onto the headboard and rocked her hips as I possessed every bit of her with my tongue.

  “Oh, god, Gunther. I’m… Fuuuuck!” she yelled as she exploded. Her body dripped and I swallowed it all as it hit my tongue. She panted heavily above me. I looked up and watched her tits rise and fall at a rapid rate. She was so fucking hot.

  I went back to work, but she couldn’t handle it. My tongue overwhelmed her, parting her folds and dipping in her soul. She started to pull away. “No, love. Stay. I have more to give and so do you.”

  “I can’t,” she panted.

  “Yes, you can. I’m going to make you come over and over again.” She wasn’t going anywhere. I out-muscled her and pulled her heat down onto my mouth. As I suckled on her swollen nub, Carly screamed again as another pleasure-filled wave crashed over her.

  “No…more…” She was a
lready exhausted.

  “Yes!” I growled. I continued my assault, sucking and licking her.

  “Gunther, no! Please…please…,” she whimpered.

  “Please what, Carly? Tell me! Beg for me,” I growled as I continued to feast on her.

  “Please…fuck me,” she whispered.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t think I heard you. Louder, Carly. Plead for me.” I reached down and stroked J.T. a few times, enjoying the power trip, while I continued to possess her.

  “Oh, god!” She exploded again while trying to get away from my mouth. Her sweet juices ran down my cheeks and chin.

  “Come on, Carly! Tell me!”

  “I need you to fuck me! Now!”

  “That a girl.” I slipped out from under her and got behind her. “Hold on, baby. This is going to be a bumpy ride. You ready for me?” She gripped onto the top of headboard.

  “Yes! Hurry.” I slid J.T. deep inside her. She cried out as I invaded her body. Then the pounding started. I held her hips firm and pumped into her like tomorrow wasn’t going to come. I grunted over the exertion.

  I saw her rising again. “Come on, baby, Give it up.” She let a scream rip from her throat as her body sagged. She pressed her face into the cushioned headboard. “That’s it baby. Turn over.” I pulled out. She was exhausted, but I wasn’t done yet. “I want you to fuck me. Now, Carly!”

  She crawled up on me as I laid back. I held my John Thomas in my hand while she accepted every inch of me. She laid her face on my chest.

  “I’m so tired,” she whimpered.

  “I know, baby. I just need to come. I will help you get me there.” I groaned when I grabbed her hips and began circling them. She rose up while I circled her some more. I lifted my upper torso, my mouth latching onto her tight nipple. A growl snuck out of my throat as she began moving on her own.

  “Is this okay? I’ve never done this before…”

  “God, yes. Keep…going.” I looked up at her. She bit her lip and continued to rock her hips as her panting started again. “You going to come for me again, baby?”

  “Yes!” And there it was. I grabbed her and held her steady. I pounded myself into her while she dug her nails deep into my shoulders as her body pulsated around me.

  “Oh fuuuck, Carly. Oh fuck!” I yelled. I pulled her down onto my chest and held her firmly into me. Another growl tore out of me as my seed pulsated out of me with such force, she moaned as I filled her.

  My body relaxed and Carly laid still on my chest. I shifted a little while I stroked her back. Not sure why I was doing that, but I felt like I was supposed to.

  “I so fucking hate you right now,” she mumbled into my chest.

  I chuckled. “And why is that?”

  “Because you made me come so much, I think you ruined me for life.”

  “Ruined you?” She looked up at me. Her eyes were half-closed and her face looked exhausted.

  “I know this is it for us, and no other man will ever compare.” My lips curled up into a devious grin. That was such a nice thing to hear. “You do realize this, right? You are some sort of fucking machine. There can’t possibly be other men who can do this to me.” I burst into laughter. She laid her head back down on my chest. “Oh god, I’m so tired.”

  “Have a rest then, baby. You can stay if you want to,” I murmured in her ear.

  “I think I’m going to have to. There is no way I can leave here without everyone knowing I was just rode hard and driven to the brink of insanity.”

  I laughed again. “It was pretty mental.” She sighed in agreement and lifted herself off of me. I looked down at myself and I was covered with both of our juices. Then a towel was tossed at me as she closed the bathroom door.

  I woke up to Carly getting dressed. Her hair was damp and she smelled like hotel shampoo. Not an overly pleasant scent. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was about eight in the morning.

  “Good morning,” she said softly as I rolled over to face her while she primped in the mirror.

  “Morning.” The grit in my voice drew her close to me. She sat down on the bed, stroking my face and running her fingers over my head.

  “You are so hard to read, Gun.”

  “Gunther,” I said. She smirked, and I looked at her blankly. I needed to cut her out.

  “I’m going to order you breakfast, and I will be out of your hair in a few.”

  “Okay.” She stood up and grabbed her phone from her purse. “Carly?” She turned and looked at me as she dialed. “You doing all right?” She held up a finger. She was pretending to be strong, but I knew the truth.

  “Yes, Susan. This is Carly Reede… Yes, I am, thank you. I hope you are, as well. Can you send up an order of pancakes and bacon with coffee and OJ to Mr. Erikkson’s room?” I watched her absentmindedly rub her lower abdomen as she spoke. “Yes, on the house. I owe him a favor… Thank you.” I sighed. Then I stood up, forgetting I was in my birthday suit, walked into the bathroom, and shut the door. I started the shower and jumped right in, knowing it was already warmed up from Carly.

  A minute later, she was knocking on the door. “Gunther?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Can I come in?”

  “Yeah.”

  She opened the door just enough so that she could step in. “Your breakfast should be here in a few.”

  “All right. Thanks.”

  “Uhh…well, I’m going to get to work.” She watched me rinse the soap off of my body. I shut off the shower and wrapped the white plush towel around my lean hips. “I’ll see you, I guess.”

  I opened the shower door, stepped out, and glanced at her for a brief moment. “Call me if you need anything.”

  “Right.” She raised a hand to wave goodbye.

  I was ready for her to leave because I knew if she stayed another second, I may start becoming attached. And I couldn’t do that because I would have questioned my mission. She turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

  “Carly…wait.” I saw her turn with hope that I was coming around. Not the case. I stormed out of the bathroom and headed for my jeans to get my wallet. “How much was your doctor’s appointment?”

  “Oh, umm…don’t worry about it.”

  “I can pay for anything you need. All your appointments. Everything for the baby. Furniture, nappies, university…whatever it needs. Money is no issue. I will take care of any cost.” Those words made me want to vomit.

  “I realize that. You grab the next appointment.” She softly smiled. “The doctor said she wants to do a quick sonogram. Maybe you would want to fly in and see?”

  I ran my hand over my still wet head. My chest rose and fell. “Yeah…maybe,” I mumbled.

  “Right. Well…I have to get to work.” I nodded and she walked out the door. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply for a second.

  Carly stood in the hallway for a moment, trying to collect herself. She knew that he wasn’t going to be in the baby’s life. He was willing to foot the bill, but that was it. Her body began to tremble. She had to make it work for her and the little life that was growing inside of her. She felt nauseous. It was more of an anxiety nausea than morning sickness.

  The elevator chimed and out came Marlee, one of the hotel’s kitchen employees, with Gunther’s breakfast on a room service cart. “Oh, god.” She had to get out of there.

  “Ms. Reede?” Marlee looked at her with some confusion.

  “Oh, hey, Marlee.” Carly plastered a fake smile on her face.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Ah…yeah. I’m just checking out a few things that were phoned in at the front desk.”

  “Are you sure? You look upset?”

  “Oh, I’m fine. Just having a bad few days.”

  “I’m sorry. I hope it gets better for you.” Marlee smiled at her.

  “Thank you for your concern. Is that Mr. Erikkson’s breakfast?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Carly put on her fake smile again. “Excellent. See you
later, Marlee.”

  She smiled back at Carly and headed down the hall to Gunther’s room. Carly watched her knock on the door and Gunther answered. He peered out and looked directly at her. He was shirtless, but at least he had pants on. She turned around and headed to the bank of elevators before either one of them saw the tears that ran down her face.

  I ate my breakfast and thought about what was about to transpire. I was writing out the death certificates for twenty-something plus one. I felt kind of weird about the situation, but I knew I had to flush it from my mind or it would take over my thoughts. As I was jamming the last bite of bacon into my mouth, a text came through from Drew.

  Heritage Family Worship Center.

  It had to be the church at which they were marrying. My focus returned to my job. I immediately Googled it and got the address. “Well, looky here. It’s right around the corner.” I tidied up and gave the worship center a call.

  “Heritage Family Worship.”

  I cleared my throat, prepping myself for my American accent. Which I rock, by the way. Charm turned on in three, two, one…

  “Hello there. My fiancée and I are in a major pickle here. We are looking for a place to get married. We’re victims of a double-booking and, unfortunately, we lost our date. I was wondering if you had any dates open in October. I know it’s a lot to ask on such a short notice.” I deserved a motherfucking Oscar.

  “Well, let’s see…” I heard some papers rustling. “Pastor Jones is currently in a meeting with another couple. I may be able to squeeze you in to chat with him right after. He has a lunch appointment, so he won’t have too much time to meet with you.”

  “Oh, that would be amazing. Just so you know, my fiancée is not in town. She is out of the country on business.”

  “That’s fine. Let me put you on hold for a moment so I can talk with the pastor.”

  “Yes, thank you. I really appreciate this.”

  The receptionist had me on hold for at least ten minutes. I was pacing the floor like a wild man, worrying that I was going to miss the window of opportunity.

  “Sir?” I nearly pissed myself when she came back because I was so deep in thought.

  “Yes?”