by Henley, Jo
“He’s not here. Is he?” Faith nervously scanned the bustling room of workers for him. She was practically turning white.
“We should get some air.” Liz walked Faith out the front door. Out in the fresh cool air, Faith took several deep breaths. “What happened in there?”
“I was once engaged to Grant Finnerty. Seeing his artwork, even in a drawing brought back a flood of memories.”
“Faith. Now you’re blushing. Do you still love him?”
She didn’t have a chance to answer, Oscar had finished his call and joined the two women outside by the fountain. She didn’t have to speak the words, Liz knew love when she saw it. There was something still stirring for those two.
“Good news,” Oscar said. “Casey is meeting us at the hotel suite. Faith can you call the hotel and have a sous chef assigned to her?”
Faith got directly on the phone and climbed in the back of the limo with Liz and Oscar. On the return trip, Liz watched Faith. She was distant, caught in her own thoughts. If Faith hadn’t professed she was married, Liz would’ve thought she was spending the time thinking of Grant.
Chapter Forty Six
Back at the hotel, Faith excused herself in the lobby, leaving Liz and Oscar to return to their room alone, where Casey was waiting for them.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes.” Casey hugged Oscar. “Do you know they turned off my water? How am I going to test the staff I’m hiring?”
“Good to see you too.” Oscar tugged Liz forward. “Casey. Liz.”
“Sorry.” The attractive chef smashed her palm to her forehead. “Where are my manners? Nice to meet you. Oscar tells me you met at the Buckeye.” She punched Oscar in the arm. “Damn, she’s prettier in person.”
“Could you explain what you mean?”
Casey took out her phone and showed off a few photos sent via text message from her sister Angela. They were taken on Halloween and had Liz in her bumblebee costume with the trio of guys.
“Look. It’s the first night we met.” She gaze at the picture that had captured her moments before she met Oscar. How could she have been that happy without him? Maybe it was the anticipation of him walking into her life. “Bill dragged me out in that costume.”
“And here’s one of our zombie.” Casey swiped to a photo of Oscar on Halloween.
“Put that away,” Oscar said. “But that photo reminds me. Did I tell you Mitch is writing a story about us?”
“How is that dirty old man? Still writing erotica I take it.”
“It’s his vice. He’s still with Shannon. I’m sorry to say.”
“Too bad.” The doorbell to the suite rang. “That’s my sous chef. You two relax on the patio and we’ll take care of the rest.”
Oscar and Liz went out on the balcony. Casey had set up champagne and a non-alcoholic alternative bottle of bubbly.”
“A toast to the prettiest, smartest, most forgiving, girlfriend an undeserving bartender could ever hope to have walk into his bar. I love you, Liz.”
“I love you too. And I’m so grateful Bill brought us together and that I decided not to let your billions pull us apart.” She took a drink of the expensive champagne. “Mmm. Delicious.”
Taking the advice of Faith earlier in the day, and once Casey had left them alone, Liz changed into a slip of a dress and no undergarments. She emerged from the suite bathroom back to Oscar in the living area. From this point on she knew what to do.
She invaded his personal space, backing him against the sofa, and planted her lips on his. She was intoxicating him with her lips. Slipping a tongue in, she danced it around. Teasing him, drawing out the kiss, establishing where she wanted this billion dollar evening to go.
He tilted out of the kiss, turning his head, only to forge forward with what she’d started. He bit her neck, sending shivers up her spine. Moving the collar of her dress out of the way, he explored further down, kissing inch by inch.
“Hold it. “ She dragged her fingernails down his torso to the front of his pants. He flinched tense. She squeezed slightly and took a step back. “Ladies first.” She stared into his eager eyes and pulled the dress off over her head.
“Ooohhh,” he groaned, appreciating her nakedness from head to toe. His sideways smile curved up and he gave in, cupping his palms over her breasts.
She arched her back and breathed slow deep breaths. He held his grasp, gently squeezing, kneading them. “Suck them,” she encouraged, touching a finger to his lips.
He pulled a nipple in his mouth and moaned between sucks. He pleasured them both, licking, tasting, then she could stand no more. Her knees buckled and she fell out of his lustful feeding on her chest.
Now on the sofa, Oscar pulled her feet up, stretching her out. “Mmm, I’m still hungry.” He took a fingertip of chocolate and painted on her torso. Licking off his swipe, he smeared the gooey goodness over her abs. Taking another finger dip he dragged this line of chocolate down further to her privacy. He gently bent her knee out of the way and sucked the sweet sauce off her pussy folds.
His darted in, swirled and excitedly explored her. He dabbed the tip of his tongue over her clit and she twitched up, knocking him back. “Let me hear it.”
“Hear what?” she asked.
He kissed up to her neck and received his reward.
“Hmm, mmm,” her reactionary sexy back of the throat giggle expelled. “Oh that. Take those pants off and let me see if you can make that sound.”
“You think I can’t?” He stripped his shirt off first in haste.
She sat up and slowed him down. Kneeling before him, she opened his pants and wiggled them down to his ankles. He bucked before her, shaking his stiffening cock near her face. “What do we have in here?” she teased, cupping his balls and stretching her fingers forward to the tip of his long hard cock. She stroked his shaft, but before plunging her lips on him, she took her own fingertip of chocolate and swirled it around on his helmet.
“Mmmm, now we’re talking.” She licked her lips, hungry for a taste. Folding them over his cock, she licked around, devouring every drop of chocolate.
“Ohhh. Ohhh.” He flinched when she converged her full mouth over his cock.
“Uh, huh.” She rocked her head, keeping him fully in place. She popped off. “That’s not sexy enough yet.” She repositioned, flexed her cheek muscles and took him in inch by inch, until his head was knocking on the back of her throat. She slipped him out, licking up the shaft as he exited, but before she let him go completely she plunged him back in her mouth.
“Oh fu—!”
She gave him no release. His outburst encouraged her to suck harder. She bobbed back and forth, swallowing him again and again. Exciting him until his pre-cum coated her tongue.
“That’s it.” He stumbled backwards and fell to the floor.
She crawled up his body to rest her pussy over his rigid cock. “You want this?” She glided over his thick stiff rod, wetting it up with her juices. “Or more of this?” She raised the bowl of chocolate up and threatened to pour it over his chest.
“Stop. Wait.”
She lowered the bowl, but kept her stance on his hard cock. She was tingling, anticipating his intrusion. He tucked himself in, gliding in with ease. She pushed back, taking in more of his long member.
“You feel amazing.” He grabbed her hips and rocked her back and forth on his cock, increasing their strides until an orgasm bubbled up. She convulsed fast, her pussy screaming out a climax. “AHHHHHH! Hmmm, mmmm, ohhhh.” She opened her blissful eyes. He was still there. “Oh hi.” She grinned, pulsing on his cock.
“Can I get in on this?” He sat up and held her around the waist. “Can we move this to the bedroom?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Awkwardly walking with his cock poking at her ass, he led them to the massive hotel bed. She stretched her body out, attempting to reach all edges of the mattress.
With fierce lust in his eyes, he crashed down with her. He warmed her pussy lip
s open with two fingers and eased his cock in between them. His forceful body smashed against hers, plunging forward, pulling back and joining their bodies to move as one.
He sat up and pulled one leg up to his shoulder. Holding it tight against his chest, he plundered her, harder and deeper. Increasing intensity, he shook her with every thrust. His hard cock spasmed with her.
Tighter she gripped on his rod, closer she came to climaxing for a second time. “Oh, Oscar! That’s it!” She writhed on his dick. Aroused again with a second orgasm. “I’m—!”
“Not without me.” He jammed his cock in for a deep impact and crashed his chest down on hers. “I love you,” he whispered, burying his face in her hair.
Over her shoulder, his hot breath exhaled on her neck. His concentrated thrusts heated up her pussy and his first orgasm ripped from him.
“I—looooovvvvveeee—arrrrgggggghhhhh!” He trembled, forcing out every ounce of hot sticky cum into her tunnel.
His chest heaved heavy on hers, exhausted from his orgasmic release. “Liz,” he expelled in a sigh and rolled to her side. “How the hell?”
“What?” She scratched her nails up and down his spine.
“How the hell did it get better the second time?”
She pulled him to his back, draped her body over his, and kissed him passionately. “Because now I love you. All of you.”
His eyes were full of everything he’d wanted to say since they met, but didn’t need to say now. She accepted his apology again, this time without words and wiggled her fingers down to his cock. Tickling it gently she suggested, “We did get a little messy and there is a giant shower.” She smiled. He bucked her up.
“Race you there.”
Chapter Forty Seven
They made love all night. In the morning they were inseparable. Either they were holding hands, or kissing or just nudging knees, they kept in contact.
“The car is here for the return trip to the airport,” Faith said while valets carried out two dress bags and the makeup bag of toiletries.
“We came with nothing and leave with an elevator full. How does your world work?” Liz asked.
“Normally, not like this. Faith we need to rush,” Oscar said, holding the hotel door open for the women. “With the time difference we’ll be cutting it close to Nana’s birthday party. And I’m not showing up late.”
“Did you get her gift?”
“We’re stopping on the way out.” Oscar pulled back Liz’s hair and kissed her along her collar bone. “What kind of jewelry does this neck want?”
“Mmm, jewelry,” Liz cooed and climbed into the back seat of the limo. “I’m a simple gal. I’d rather have just your lips on my neck.”
“Chill or I’m sitting up front,” Faith said.
In the store, Oscar had an idea of what he wanted to purchase for his Nana, but he let Liz shop along, staring in the cases. “How about a heart pendant? Or a ring with a gemstone? Do you like rubies?”
Liz stroked the indention on her wedding ring finger. She knew he wasn’t proposing a large diamond engagement ring, but it was in her thoughts that she didn’t want another large flashy piece of jewelry. “Let’s just focus on your Nana. This trip.”
“You heard the lady,” he said to the associate who was hovering around. “We’d like to see a pendant for a more mature woman. Something to showcase the loved ones of her life.”
“Right this way. I may have the piece you’re looking for.” The salesman led them to a case with many necklaces. They were clear and looked like the jewelry version of a plinko game. Several golden rods held multi-colored stones. The spacing allowed them to jiggle, but stay in place.
“Those are lovely.”
“Thank you.” The salesman cocked his head and offered a necklace for closer inspection. “See each stone represents a child or grandchild and you can customize it with their birth stones.”
“That’s perfect. Can you gift wrap it?”
“Of course. What stones will you be ordering?”
This stumped Oscar. There was no way he knew all of his relatives birthdays. “Let me call Shirley. It’s going to be about thirty and use all diamonds.”
“All diamonds sir?”
Oscar pulled out his phone for the call and with it a business card. He passed the card over to the salesman and turned his back for the call.
“Yes sir, Mr. Wallace. “I’ll start counting diamonds.”
Staying close to his side, Liz listened in on Oscar’s half of the conversation. He secured the number of relatives, thirty two, for the piece of jewelry. Then Oscar nodded his head.
“No don’t—Hello Nana.”
“Yes, I’ll be there.” He smiled at Liz. “Yes, she’s coming with me.” He nodded his head again. “No, Nana you like Julie. Yes, you do. Yes, Stacie will be there.” His eyes widened in surprise. “Yes, she’s here.” He held the phone out to Liz. “She wants to talk to you.”
“Me? No,” Liz mouthed, backing up a step. He shook the phone. “Hello, Mrs. Nana Wallace.” She tucked her hair behind her ears. “Okay, Nana.”
“Yes, I know. I will. Yes, he should have told me.” She wagged a finger at Oscar. “I did it. He understands. I can’t wait to meet you too. Okay, goodbye.” Liz hung up the phone. “She’s very upset with you,” she said to Oscar.
“Don’t be surprised if she calls me out during the party.”
With the gift wrapped and tucked in a pretty white bag, the couple returned to the waiting limo and rode to the airport, laughing about how hard Nana was going to be on Oscar for hiding his billions from Liz. On the jet, mid-flight Liz changed into a knee-length dress appropriate for the party. Oscar switched out his shirt for a white button down, keeping his tight jeans on.
Faith said her goodbyes at the airport and Oscar drove the rest of the way to Westin in his pickup truck. They were home. He didn’t have to play the part of a billionaire anymore. He could be himself in his hometown.
The Westin Community Center parking lot was jammed full when they arrived. Every relative of Sophia Opal Wallace had turned out. The main hall meeting room was decked out in the finest decorations a billionaire’s budget could buy from the small town. Aunt Shirley, who’d overseen the party planning insisted on buying local.
In the center of the room, standing in front of an oversized throne was Oscar’s Nana. She weighed no more than her age, but she controlled the room. The minute Oscar and Liz stepped in, they were compelled to walk to her first. She brought a billionaire to tears when he kissed on the cheek and Liz marveled at her beauty.
“My dear, finally.” She held her arms out and Liz leaned into her hug. “I’m glad you’re here,” she said in her ear. “You two look beautiful together.” She took them each by the hand and clasped them all together. “My most handsome grandson. Take good care of him.”
“Here Nana.” Oscar offered the gift.
“Shame on you. I don’t like presents.” She wagged her finger and took the bag. “What is it?” she asked with no intention of opening the package.
“Another necklace,” he confessed.
“Humph, I have one.” She hooked her finger around a chain and pulled up a pendant with a gold locket on it. “Your grandpa gave his to me.”
“And you don’t need two. I understand.” Oscar tucked the bag on Liz’s arm. “We’re going to say hi to dad.” He kissed her hand and stepped back before she could start in on his keeping Liz away from his father too.
Over the next two hours Liz was introduced, hugged, and gushed over by countless relatives. In his father, Liam she saw glints of Oscar. His sister reminded her of her own sister. And all the kids danced around making her head spin with happy family thoughts.
She was finally able to sit in peace when the birthday cake was brought out. “Wow.” She dropped her head on Oscar’s shoulder.
“They are a pretty overwhelming bunch.”
“I don’t think I’ll remember anyone’s name.”
“You look e
xhausted. Let’s go.” Oscar refused the swag bag at the door, but the young cousin insisted that Liz take one home. It was full of seeds, samples, and all sorts of products from Westin business owners.
“Whose bed do you want to sleep in tonight?”
Chapter Forty Eight
Liz chose Oscar’s. The next day they played house in the billionaire’s mansion. The next evening, Oscar took a chance and drove Liz to the one place he’d been hoping he could share with her since the first night they met.
Before leaving the neighborhood of houses with five car garages, Oscar stopped the truck. “Open the glove box.”
Inside was a thin black box. In the box was a black silk scarf. “What is this for?” Liz asked even though she had an idea of what he had in mind.
Oscar took the scarf and wrapped each end around a fist. “I have something to show you, but first I’ll have to tie this around your eyes. Do you trust me?” She nodded and let him tie the silk scarf on her.
Along the blindfolded drive her other four senses were heightened. Every bump and swerve felt extreme. She was excited and terrified at the same time. The truck came to a halt and Oscar slid his hand up her thigh. “Not there yet.” She could’ve orgasmed right there. She was so sensitive to his gentle touch.
The seat pulled back and with it Oscar’s hand. The truck moved again and Liz rode in silence, questioning every full spin of the wheels.
The truck turned sharply and she was thrown off balance toward the passenger door. “Where are we?”
“Almost there.” He pulled her back by her knee. “You should hold for this next part.”
He wasn’t kidding. The turn of the truck forced Liz closer against Oscar. It felt like they were driving in circles. The circling stopped, but the truck didn’t.
“Keep the blindfold on, please,” Oscar said, turning off the motor.
She listened to the sound of the driver’s door open and shut, then quick footsteps echoing around the truck, and finally her own door opened. Oscar scooted his arm behind her back and helped her out of the cab.