by KB Winters
Right?
I tried to relax and took another sip off my drink. “Thanks for listening. Your ex was right. Sorry about that, by the way.”
“Awww, it’s all right. She was kinda a bitch anyways,” Brad said, before ordering another drink.
I couldn’t help but wonder how “okay” he really was about the whole thing. Either way, it was clear that he was not going to be my rebound guy.
I checked my phone for the millionth time, and noticed that it was nearing ten o’clock. I still had all the packing to do if we were going to make our flight. I turned to find Dixie in the crowd but couldn’t see her.
“Oh, shit. What now?”
“What’s wrong?” Brad asked.
“I don’t see Steph and Dixie. Do you?”
I stood up and scanned the room. It was crowded, like it had been the first night we’d been there, and I tried to push aside the memories of—literally—bumping into Dylan for the first time. Knowing now how it would all play out, I still wouldn’t have wished away our chance encounter.
“There they are,” Brad said. I looked where he was pointing and saw Steph had Dixie pressed up against a wall. They were tangled up in a knot of limbs, lips, and thrusting hips. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was fucking her right there on the outskirts of the dance floor. My face flushed on her behalf and I had half a mind to go over and break it up, but Steph had seemed a decent guy, and they were still within my line of sight. Besides, Dixie would probably murder me in my sleep with one of her stilettos if I cock-blocked her…or whatever the female equivalent of that would be.
As I was returning to the bar, I spotted someone out of the corner of my eye. Was that Dylan? I popped up onto my tiptoes to get a better view, but the shadow was gone.
I shook my head and silently scolded myself for letting my imagination get away from me.
All I could do was hope that the phantom version of Dylan wouldn’t haunt me forever.
Chapter Five — Dylan
My plane was all set for takeoff. As soon as the pilot got clearance from the air traffic tower, we would start taxiing down the runway and that would be the end of it. The end of her. I’d turn and look out my window and watch the island turned into a little speck, and then diminish altogether, as if it were swallowed up by the sea. Less than eight hours after that—most of which I would spend in a medication-induced coma—I would be back in New York and my life would hit play again. More likely, fast forward.
I shifted in my seat. It didn’t feel right. I couldn’t get comfortable.
“Mr. Luck, is everything all right?” the incredibly hot stewardess asked as she passed by my chair. I’d purposely had my assistant hire only hot, leggy women to work on my flights. The woman speaking to me now certainly met my standards. But it meant nothing. I didn’t care. All I could think about was a curvy brunette named Ellie. God, I didn’t even know her last name.
What was wrong with me?
“I’m fine. Can I get a bottle of Pellegrino?”
She nodded, smiled sweetly, and disappeared to get my drink. Really, I’d invented the request to get her away from me before she was there to witness me have a full-on panic attack. My palms were coated with sweat, my heart was beating fast, and it felt too warm under my suit jacket.
Nothing felt right. It seemed like I was minutes away from making the worst decision of my life. I’d felt this way before. Or at least, something very close to it, but that was always in the middle of making business deals. Whenever I wasn’t certain of a merger or acquisition, I would have a moment of sheer panic. I always managed to keep it under control. I was known for my nerves of steel. That was all part of the game, wasn’t it? Keeping the mask on so tight that no one could see you sweat.
But this was different. Ellie was different.
The stakes seemed much higher than some business dealing in a board room.
The stewardess came back and leaned over me to pour the bottle of sparkling liquid into a glass for me.
“I forgot something,” I said, surprising even myself.
“What is it?” She asked.
“Oh, not here. Back at the hotel. I’m afraid I need to delay the flight.”
She looked alarmed. “Sir, that’s not possible. We have to stay on schedule. There are large penalties if we don’t.”
“I don’t care! I need to get off this fucking plane! Do whatever you have to do to make that happen.”
She waited a beat and I almost thought she was going to argue the point, but she gave a short nod and shuffled down the aisle as fast as her pencil skirt and heels would allow.
I stood and straightened my jacket before downing the glass of sparkling water.
***
Two hours later, I was back at the hotel. I’d been delayed by signing some paperwork at the airport. The pilot and the crew seemed a little bent out of shape at the last-minute change of plans, but they were all careful not to directly state any grievances. Apparently, they remembered they worked for me. And they were very well paid. Highest in the business, so zipped lips was probably for the best.
As soon as I entered the breezy hotel, I went straight to Ellie and Dixie’s room and knocked on the door.
There was no answer.
“Fuck,” I murmured under my breath. Where are they?
I traced my steps back to the entrance and went straight to the front desk. I’d learned that you could often get the most information from the grossly underpaid receptionists if you wanted to know anything about what was going on inside a hotel. All you had to do was throw around a little cash.
Twenty minutes and two hundred dollars later, I had my answers. Apparently, Dixie was hard to miss and Ellie was usually nearby. The woman I spoke with at the desk had seen both of them entering the hotel bar an hour before with two gentlemen. The idea of Ellie on some other mans arm got my blood boiling, but I pushed it aside, not wanting anger and jealousy to ruin my last chance with her. I didn’t waste any time and dove right into my plan. I slipped a note and another couple of bills to the hostess to carry out the next phase of the plan. She would deliver the note, and room key, to Ellie. I’d managed to reserve the same suite I’d vacated hours before and went there to wait for Ellie.
I’d never been much of a romantic. I’d never needed to be, but I figured Ellie was unlike any girl I’d ever known, so I decided to be unlike my arrogant, cocky self and lit some candles and put on some soft, sensual music in the background.
Everything was perfect.
Except that nearly an hour went by and still no sign of Ellie.
I was just about to give up, blow out the candles, and kill the music before I heard a soft beep followed by the door knob turning. I sprang up from my place at the foot of the bed and stepped out into the hallway, just in time to see Ellie walk into the light.
“You came,” I said, feeling more relieved than I’d even imagined.
“What are you doing here? I thought you left.” she asked, crossing her arms.
“Waiting for you.”
“Cut the romantic bullshit, Dylan, and just answer my question. What are you doing?”
I hadn’t expected the hostility, but, as it had before, it seemed to only turn me on more. I let my eyes wander over her voluptuous frame before answering. She was wearing an emerald green cocktail dress that fit her curves like it was tailor made and showed off her newly bronzed skin to perfection. I wanted her immediately. My mind filled with desire and scenarios just looking at her.
“Dylan, eyes up here. I didn’t come here so you could stare at me,” she snapped.
“Ellie, I know you’re upset about this morning. I couldn’t get you out of my head all day. I got on my plane to go home and I couldn’t leave without seeing you again. I couldn’t let things end the way we left them.”
“We didn’t leave them any particular way. Considering it was less than twenty-four hours ago, your memory seems a little foggy. You threw me out of your suite—this suite, actu
ally—and told me that you didn’t want anything else to do with me. How could you think that just showing up and lighting some candles would make me forget all that?”
I dared to take a step closer to her. My arms were aching, wanting to grab her and hold on, but I knew she wouldn’t let me.
“I’m not very good at this, I guess.” It was a true statement. I’d never found myself in this position before.
Ellie didn’t seem to care. She continued to throw daggers from behind her clouded eyes.
“Normally, I know what I want when I’m with a woman. I know what, where, how, and for how long. Nothing is left up to chance. Everything is calculated and controlled. That’s how I run my life. That’s why I’m so good at business and finances. I don’t take risks. If I’d met you back in New York, I would have laid it all out for you before we ever made it to bed. I would have told you I wanted to have some fun, let off some steam, no strings attached, whatever.”
“You came all the way back here to tell me how you would have fucked me over if we were in a different time zone?”
“No, listen to me,” I said, finding it hard to not snap. I needed her to understand, to see that she was different. “I’m saying that you caught me off guard. I didn’t expect to feel the way I’m feeling. I know I hurt you by acting the way I did this morning, and for that, I am sorry. I’m not a bad guy, Ellie. You can trust me.”
“Dylan,” she sighed. “I appreciate you trying to clear the slate, but what’s the point? I’m leaving tomorrow morning. Early. You’re already supposed to be gone. What did you think would happen if you came here and asked me to forgive you?”
I stepped in closer, closing the gap between us. Our faces were inches apart as I looked down into her curious, blue eyes that were starting to regain some of their sparkle. “I was hoping you would stay the night. With me. Here.”
“I can’t. Even if I wanted to, I can’t.” She shuffled back a step. “Dixie and I have a really early flight. We weren’t even planning on sleeping tonight so that we could sleep on the flight home instead.”
“Well, I wasn’t planning on sleeping much, either,” I said, grinning down at her.
She bit her lip and I had to rein in every fiber of my body to not devour her right there on the spot.
“I don’t know. I—I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“How about this, I’ll fly you and Dixie home to DC tomorrow on my private jet. You’ll still get home, but you won’t have to leave so early. Trust me—it will be way better accommodations than whatever these sweepstakes people are offering you.”
She stared at me, slightly puzzled, as if she still couldn’t trust me.
“Ellie, please. I need this. I need you.” I moved in close, taking her into my arms. She hesitated, resisting slightly at first, but then she gave in and melted against me.
“But what happens after that?” she asked, her face pressed into my chest.
“We’ll make something work. New York isn’t that far from your school.”
“So you’re throwing out the whole ‘I’m not a relationship person’ thing?” She looked up at me, as if she needed to see my eyes when I responded.
“I don’t want to lose you, Ellie. I’ve never felt this way. So whatever it takes to keep you with me is what I’m going to do. I have to know.”
Before she could protest and stall any longer, I leaned down and captured her lips with mine. The heat between us kicked up another notch as she returned the kiss, her fervency making me desperate and hungry. I scooped her up off the ground, and carried her into the bedroom and lay her down on the bed. I stood back and stared at her for a moment. She looked like an angel, glowing in the candlelight.
“Ellie, have I ever told you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?”
She laughed, but I wasn’t joking. I was determined to spend the entire night showing her how much I meant every word.
I started by sliding up the dress she was wearing, revealing and kissing every inch of her tanned legs. Her skin tasted faintly of sunscreen and sand. As my lips made a trail up her thigh, I could smell her excitement and knew she was already getting wet for me. I wanted to push my way past her panties and plunge into her, but I made myself wait. I wanted more than just a quick fuck.
“Dylan,” she whispered and the sound set my skin on fire.
Her dress was up around her hips and I pulled back to look at the white, lace panties she was wearing. “Holy shit, Ellie. These are hot,” I said, tracing my finger over the edges of the lace. I’d never cared much for white lingerie before. It always seemed to scream bride or wedding, but this—on her—was perfection.
She laughed again but it died quickly, shifting to a sharp gasp, as I let one finger slide under the silky lace and stroke her wet pussy lips. She was drenched and trembling already and I knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her to the edge. My fingers slowly teased her, sliding between her folds and playing with her clit, but never giving her a rhythm or pattern to grab onto.
“Dylan, please,” she whispered, arching up to me and trying to grind her hips against my touch.
I pulled my hand away and kissed her deeply instead. My tongue parted her lips and explored her pouty mouth.
My shower fantasy rushed back to me and my cock twitched in anticipation. I needed her on her knees.
“Ellie, get up.” I commanded.
She obeyed quickly, without question.
“Take off the dress, and bra. Leave the panties.”
She stripped away the dress and I had to hold back a gasp at the sight of her in the matching bra. The lace was sheer and I could see the outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric as she reached behind her back to unhook the garment. Her nipples were hard and I wanted them in my mouth. I went to her and finished unlatching her bra, letting it drop to the floor. The color surrounding the tender buds was darker pink and looked almost bruised. She winced slightly as I ran my thumbs along the skin.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
“A little. Is that okay? To say that, I mean?”
“Of course! Ellie, I like control and I love that you want me to have it, but I don’t want to push you too far and you have to tell me if you’re not enjoying it.”
“Okay. Sorry, this is all so new to me.”
I nodded and kissed her again, this time deep and slow. I wanted to convey to her how much I cared. I knew I couldn’t express it in words. Not yet.
“Are you ready?” I asked when we broke apart.
She nodded.
“Good. I want you to get on your knees.”
She smiled and dropped down to the floor in front of me. I grabbed my stiff cock and brushed the tip against her lips. She opened without asking and I placed the head into her mouth, letting her take as much as she could. Her mouth was soft and wet and I filled her up so perfectly. She grazed the tip with her tongue and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I hadn’t been expecting such a reaction, but again, she did something to me. I couldn’t identify the reason why, but I was desperate to figure it out.
“Suck it, Ellie. Suck my cock,” I demanded. She moaned as she pulled me into her mouth and started to bob back and forth. I looked down and her breasts were swaying with her rhythm. Just like they had in my mind, as I’d pictured this moment in the shower. Except, somehow the reality was even better. Hotter. Wetter.
I was so close to exploding. She seemed to sense it and reached one hand up to cup my balls. She applied pressure as she stroked them and I couldn’t hold back.
“Oh, my God,” I gasped, as I shot my load into her mouth.
She swallowed it down and held me still in her mouth until my cock stopped twitching. As soon as she had swallowed the last drop, she slowly licked her lips and I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her up off her knees and threw her back on the bed. My fingers slipped inside her hard and fast and I pounded three fingers deep inside of her until she was screaming my name into the darkness. She came undone,
and I pushed her from one orgasm and rolled her into another as my fingers explored her g-spot.
“Fuck! Dylan! Oh, shit!” she cried out, rising up off the bed, her hips bucking like crazy.
She finally collapsed to the bed and before she stopped trembling, I gathered her in my arms and clung to her like my life depended on it. I knew that my cock would be begging for more within minutes—it was already halfway there, just feeling her ass against me—but for a moment, I needed something more, something different. I buried my face in her hair and breathed her in.
“My Ellie,” I whispered against her soft skin.
I had no idea what the future would hold, but I knew getting off that plane was the best decision I’d ever made in my life.
~ T H E E N D ~
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