Suck

by Nikki Belaire

  Something flashes in Reece’s face when I say the name. I don’t know what it is but I shiver just the same from the intensity.

  “Tell me about this different kind of life. What did it entail?”

  He sounds genuinely interested. Not just humoring or pitying me for my silly dreams. “I was specializing in pediatric physical therapy, so I would be working with kids. My mom always hated it because she said there’s no money working in the school system. But I didn’t need to be rich. I just wanted to help people who couldn’t help themselves.”

  “You really are a good girl.”

  “And you’re kind of a bad guy.”

  Oh god, I can’t believe I just said that. Total flirting failure. I need to fix this. Fast. “I mean not to me...or your grandmother...just your job...you know you’re a...”

  His lips twitch before lifting into a grin. An actual grin. He’s not mad. He thinks I’m funny.

  “You’re adorable.”

  Or adorable. He thinks I’m adorable. Holy hell. Now I’m almost too dumb-founded to speak because I know anything else I say will be just as stupid. So I go with the easiest and simplest words I can manage. “I’m sorry.”

  “Nothing to be sorry about. You speak the truth. You’ve got balls to tell a man like me I’m bad.”

  The air quotes do me in, and I deflate against my chair. Until those same long fingers curl around my cheeks and force me to look at him.

  “I swear I’m not mad angel.”

  “But I was kidding and I insulted you, and I feel so guilty about it.”

  The humor dancing in his eyes sparkles even brighter, and I really don’t know what to make of him at all.

  “You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I like you being different.”

  Oh the irony. I can’t help but laugh and roll my eyes. “Now you know how I feel about you.”

  “No, I don’t know how you feel about me. I want to hear you say it.”

  How do I explain what he does to me? I try to turn away but his grip only tightens. Not allowing me to hide from him or my feelings. “I like you but you make me nervous.”

  That probably made me sound idiotic too but he seems to enjoy my admission, smiling and dipping down close enough I can see the slivers of gold flecks in his captivating blue eyes. Hypnotizing me with his dominance.

  “Good nervous or bad nervous?”

  The way he says bad steals my breath, and I can only manage a whisper. “The sweaty palms, toe curling, heart racing kind of nervous.”

  “I feel the same way about you.”

  He really is insane if a small woman like me makes a giant man like him nervous. “That’s not possible.”

  “It’s totally true. Except mine’s the finger itching, balls aching, cock throbbing feeling that makes me want to fuck you right here on this table.” Now I really am breathless with anticipation of him taking me out here for anyone to see and hear. “But I don’t want your sweet ass to get sunburned because it won’t be quick or quiet.”

  “I don’t want that either.”

  He chuckles again, but I’m not sure why. Unable to think about the reason behind his humor with my ‘still kind of a virgin’ mind trying to wrap itself around the temptation of outdoor sex. Which I thought I would hate yet somehow his naughty implication intrigues me.

  “Tonight though will be a very different story.”

  An innocent kiss brushes against my broiling cheek before he gently releases me and pushes out of his chair to stride toward the humongous, intense man waiting in the doorway. Leaving me to wonder how close we came to actually being caught if I’d said yes.

  The too big flip flops his sweet housekeeper loaned me slap against the marble in the most obnoxious and least classy way possible. Reece doesn’t seem bothered by the inelegant noise or the stares from the two front desk clerks as he guides me through the lobby and straight to the elevator. We don’t even have to stop to retrieve the room key as his assistant has already taken care of ensuring a smooth journey from his SUV straight to the penthouse. Although he rolled his eyes when I told him where Antonio planned for us to spend our wedding night. My former fiancé may be mafia but not at the level of Reece. Without the stature, power, or wealth of the head of the family himself, proven by his abundantly clear distaste of the accommodations.

  He doesn’t say a word in the elevator so I remain mute too. Easy to keep quiet with the three hulking bodyguards riding to the top with us. I steal a few glances at them out of curiosity to see what they think of their boss holding hands with a poor girl wearing his clothes and going to a mid-level hotel rather than the exclusive resorts he probably normally frequents. Strange enough, they wear blank masks of indifference. Acting like our odd parade is a normal part of the job. Securing the mobster and his mistress. My gaze flicks back to my blue tipped toes at the thought. Never imagining myself as a mistress. But I never thought I’d be forced to marry someone I didn’t love so this year has been full of unexpected peculiarities.

  Only a grunt of disgusted annoyance accompanies Reece shoving down the knob to the suite and holding the door open for me to enter. He grabs my hand again once I step inside and tucks me against him while the man he seems to trust the most, Ryker, walks through the messy space. I’m not sure what he was expecting to see but whatever it was, he doesn’t find it and gives Reece a quick nod before stepping back into the hallway with the lock clicking in finality behind him.

  Familiar awkwardness returns, and I pull away from his grasp to hurriedly gather the lingerie strewn across the sofa. I wanted plain, grandma, ‘I’m on my period permanently’ panties while my mother insisted I wear the thong. If that’s not sick, I don’t know what is.

  “Sorry for the mess. This is where I got ready for the ceremony and things were kind of hectic.”

  A bottle of champagne tucked into an ice bucket and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries sit next to the six containers of foundation on the cluttered table. Since I don’t normally wear make-up Savannah had to figure out which shade matched my skin tone. My belly churns from the reminder of my best friend who did so much to help me and I abandoned her. I need to call her but not now. Not in front of Reece, who busies himself with popping the cork and pouring the bubbly gold liquid into the glasses. “What are you doing?”

  “Celebrating our trip.”

  After his earlier surly demeanor, I’m surprised and pleased from his mischievous tone. I accept the flute and take a long drink. I’m a sucker for champagne—even the cheap brands are yummy to me. Reece of course isn’t as impressed. After taking an obligatory sip, he shakes his head, curling his lips as if something disgusting stings his tongue. He sets down his glass and peers at the bottle, trying to figure out what in the hell he just tried. I’m sure his alcohol doesn’t come from the local discount supermarket. I giggle from his pretentiousness and head to the bathroom, needing to grab my shampoo and body wash. My feet stumble over Antonio’s bag sitting next to the vanity. A haunting ache throbs in my chest. If not for Reece, I’d be here with Antonio. Taken by him, owned by him, controlled by him. I gulp the rest of my booze with a shaky hand. Thank God. Thank Reece.

  “Our plane leaves in a few hours so if there’s anything else you need before we go, let me know.”

  His deep voice booms from the bedroom and I take a deep breath, pushing away the thoughts of what could’ve been and enjoy what is. “Okay.”

  “Thanks for sounding excited.”

  I step back into the doorway, eager to return to him and prove how grateful I am for him. He’s smirking, challenging me for the hell of it.

  I can’t help but laugh. Drunk on champagne and lust and freedom. “I am excited.”

  “Don’t hurt yourself over there with all the enthusiasm.”

  Feeling an irrational flurry of anticipation, I run and clamber up the cherry wood step stool, hopping up on the eighties style four poster bed. Surprisingly nimble for as tipsy as I am, I jump up and down on the mattress a few tim
es. Yelling as loud as I can because I know no one can hear me up here on the top floor of the building. Except maybe the guards outside the door, but I’m sure they’ve heard worse. “I’m excited! I’m excited. I’m ex–”

  I guess I’m too excited, and he tackles me. Taking us down but flipping me over at the last second so he doesn’t crush me. I like laying on his chest. I like it a lot.

  I scramble up and straddle him. Too big for me to pin his wrists over his head like he does me, I circle my hands around his throat. Squeezing lightly with the same possession he conveys to me and he laughs, long, deep, and completely genuine. One of the best sounds I’ve heard in a really long time. Until I hear my other favorite sound when he groans as I tip closer, planning a gentle kiss but his hands are in my hair and he controls me, taking my mouth with the same intensity as when he takes my body.

  Wrong in so many ways and on so many levels for us to make love where I was supposed to consummate my marriage to Antonio. Right now, the way Reece touches me though, I don’t care about anything but pleasing him.

  She’s so sweet. I mean fucking sugar sweet. And I can’t seem to get enough of her. I’m already addicted. Probably because she has no idea that I’m infatuated with her. That I’m serious as hell. That I’m never letting her go.

  Naïve enough to believe that I’m giving her choices to stay or go. To sleep with me or not. To be temporary or permanent.

  I yank the hem of my shirt up her body, needing her naked. Which she is so beautifully without a bra or panties. I think I’ll keep her like this for as long as I can get away with it. I’ll buy her anything else she ever wants as long as I always have easy access to her sweet tits and pussy.

  Despite the flush flooding her face, she doesn’t fight me or attempt to hide from me. Much better than last night. Now we can take our time, and I’ll fuck her the way I intended all along. “When it’s our honeymoon, we’ll be somewhere more secluded so my men won’t hear your screams.”

  “Our honeymoon?”

  I love how her voice shakes with the same level of anticipation as my own. “Yeah, angel. Because I’m going to fuck you and marry you and put my babies in you.”

  Now I’ve made her shy again with my proclamation, and she tucks her chin down, keeping her gaze on my chest while her fingertips trail the lapels of my jacket. A huge swallow bounces in her slim throat before she licks her lips. She’s a little bit frightened of me and the truth and her own desire. I have to help her understand she’s safe to let go with me. I don’t judge. I just enjoy.

  One of the few adequate elements of this dump is that the bed is high enough to perfectly line up her pussy with my dick. In one fluid movement, I stand and flip her over, palming the smooth skin between her shoulder blades so she’s crushed flat against the mattress.

  Her tiny body shakes yet she remains docile to my demands. Only looking back at me with half of her exquisite face hidden in the rumpled blanket. Waiting for my command. Waiting for my domination. Waiting for my cock. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard. I can’t wait to be inside you again.”

  I like keeping her a little off guard, a little unsettled. So despite my assertion, I move slowly. Leisurely running my fingers across her shoulders and down her arms, enjoying her little pants of uncertainty while goosebumps lift on her smooth skin. Her back arches and hips squirms for more while she’s literally immobile with my thighs pressing into the backs of her legs and my hands stroking the perfect curve of her back. Another gasp when I caress over and between her round ass cheeks that makes me actually hurt with desire, and I can’t help but grind into her when I finally reach her soaking lips. Wet, eager, and ready for me just like I am for her. I brush her clit but don’t linger and she resents my failure to stay longer with her pushing back into me trying to find what she needs.

  “Now are you excited?”

  She laughs a choked laugh. Genuine and gorgeous as she is. “Yes! Yes! I’m excited!”

  “No.” I force as much humor into my voice as I can with my cock throbbing for fucking, not for games. “I don’t think I believe you.”

  With all the self-control I can muster, I pull my hand away, and she whimpers from the loss. I can’t allow her to suffer too long and leaned forward, curling over her and pressing my heavy chest to her slender back. Making it difficult for her to breathe with her deep inhale filling her lungs beneath me while I unzip my pants and release myself. The reward for her wait is my fingers finding her clit again.

  I know she’s probably tender from last night so I plan to be gentle. If I can fucking manage to be with her mewls of pleasure from my fingers working her pleasure spot. “Keep your legs together.”

  Like the good girl she is, she squeezes her thighs tight, and I push my cock through the pressed flesh and enter her only a few inches deep. Not enough to satisfy either of us but enough to get her attention.

  With her pulsing nub between my thumb and forefinger, she’s breathless and wordless. She grinds into me, swaying her hips to take me deeper. But I keep her suspended with my other hand curled around her throat and my lips on the crook of her neck. “Make me believe it.”

  Her dainty toes dance on the cheap carpet, needing more. Needing all of me.

  “I-I’m so excited I want to stay with you longer than a week!”

  Me fucking too. I slam home as her reward, and she screams out with utter relief. I’m thrusting, brutal and rough and merciless. But she takes me. Welcomes me. Loves me.

  Again and again, I plunge farther inside and her legs fall open from the force allowing me fully inside her. She winces when I hit her cervix, and I finally come to my senses. I’m going to rip her petite body apart if I’m not careful. I bring us both back from insanity and slow my thrusts. Sliding in and out unhurriedly while I play with her. “You’re going to stay with me forever.”

  Although I don’t ask, she answers with a furious nod. “Let me fuck you whenever I want.”

  More agreement but also a playful smile blooms on her sweet face, only an inch from the covers as I hold her in my hand above the white cotton.

  “And whenever I want.”

  Fuck if that’s not sexy as hell. She baits me with her mischievous tone, and I’m back to pounding into her. Lost to the most primitive, basic part of myself that must consume her. I lift up and grab her hips. Grunting and sweating and cursing as I rut into her while she cries out from my assault. The orgasm hits her hard, rocking her with violent shudders and she shakes from the force. Until the intensity finally fades and she falls completely limp under my palms. But I still don’t stop. I can’t stop. Black spots steal my vision while my balls tighten past the point of pain. The wick lights at the base of my spine and burns straight to my cock where I bear down and bellow out my own release. Coming and coming until I collapse on top of her and her little hand finds mine, confirming she really does love me too.

  Fuck if I don’t want to drape my coat around her. Hell my entire suit to keep eyes off of her. Tempting as a siren, she’s like fucking medusa, turning my cock to stone in an instant. “Angel you’re going to make it so damn difficult to concentrate tonight.”

  I love how she lights up from my compliment, basking in my admiration of her beauty that’s almost as glorious as her personality. She smiles at me, growing a little in her confidence rather than hiding like she did at the boutique for her shopping spree. Making me regret approving the too short, too tight, too revealing dress.

  “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

  “I like you more.”

  I’ve pushed too far with my innuendo, and she quickly turns away bashful as ever. Bending over to fiddle with the strap of her heel that makes her toned legs even more stunning, she makes me want to shove up her dress, rip off her panties, and fuck her from behind until she collapses.

  A double knock on the door ends my temptation and confirms Ryker is ready. In one of the most dangerous cities in the world, I can’t take any chances with her. With her long, blond hai
r and sparkling sheath, she’s already eye-catching. On my arm, she’s a target for the worst kind of revenge.

  “Ready, angel?”

  “Yes!”

  She quickly rises and hustles to me, stirring up my dick despite my concern over our necessary entourage to the club. A public place minimizes the threats yet hardly eliminates the danger. The tense mood of the team affects her too and she quiets down from her bubbling excitement and distinguishes her radiant smile, killing me that my concern tempers her fun.

  We move quickly from our suite, taking the stairwell to prevent the possibility of us being trapped in the elevator, down to the lobby, and out the front doors to my waiting vehicle. Shielded by the 47s my team keeps at the ready, forcing her already big eyes even wider.

  Her soft hand grips mine during the drive while her expression reveals so many unasked questions she’s afraid to speak aloud. I should probably attempt to allay her suspicions yet I don’t want to lull her with a feigned reassurance. Fear keeps her close and obedient. “This will only take about an hour and then we’ll fly to my beach house where we can relax completely.”

  “Okay, Reece.”

  My name on her lips fucks me up more than I can explain. Despite her uncertainty, she trusts me, and I can’t ask for anything more from her than faith in me to keep her safe.

  I don’t fuck around once the SUV comes to a stop. Always harder to hit a moving target, so I shove open the door once Ryker taps the window and usher her off the seat and toward the entryway with a wall of guards on each side of us. Only slowing for her tiny feet once we’re inside and Eduardo greets us. I’ve know the Venezuelan discotheque owner since childhood and trust him implicitly. Luckily, his club makes the perfect meeting place for men I don’t.

  The energetic man cups his hand around his mouth and speaks into my ear, having to practically shout over the raging DJ.

  “Omar is waiting for you at my private booth, and I have drinks already ordered for you and your mujer hermosa.”