by Dauphin, M.
“Can I stay in your room tonight?” I ask Molly during a commercial.
She gasps and claps her hands together, like a giddy school girl.
“Yay! You are staying!!” She hugs me tight as I’m trying to register her joy. “He’s going to be so freaking happy!!!”
“No! No... Just.... No,” I says pulling away from her. “I have something else planned for Eddie. I’m going to need your help, though.”
Her smile tells me everything. She’s willing to go to any extent to make sure her friend is happy. I might have just made a new best friend.
We spend the next hour or so planning out how to drive him absolutely insane, making him pay for being such an asshole. We go as far as getting Tatum involved in our plan, so it seems more believable. Then I make a short run downstairs to the boutique I saw in the lobby. I definitely didn’t pack for something like this, so I need to get a little extra something for Eddie tonight.
Chapter 3
Eddie
The elevator probably can’t go any fucking slower. I have to get to her. Jesus, I fucked up. The entire walk back to the hotel I had to keep telling myself that if she is really gone I will just let her go. It wouldn’t be easy being she’s my freaking neighbor, but I could do it. I would have to in order to keep her safe. I’m sure that’s the best option right now. If she’s gone, I’m done. Right?
Fucking wrong. I can’t let her go that easily.
The elevator door dings and I race to our room. I know she’s gone the minute I open the door. Everything is gone. All that is left is my shit, folded neatly in the corner.
Shit.
Suddenly, I regret ever making those fucking rules for myself.
I sit on the edge of the bed and look around. In our short amount of time here I have gotten used to all of her shit being everywhere. I am one of the neatest guys I’ve ever met, everything has a place in my world. She’s the complete opposite, though, and as much as it should have driven me crazy, I don’t mind it. I enjoyed her shit being everywhere. Hell, now that it’s gone the room looks a little depressing. Oh fuck, she even left the Rancid shirt and the boxers that she took from me. God, I really screwed things up with her.
Growling, pissed at myself that I couldn’t handle a simple conversation with her without blowing my top, I grab my jacket and head to the airport, slamming the door behind me. As soon as I pass Molly’s room, she opens the door and slips out.
“What’re you doing here?” she asks, wide eyed.
“I could ask you the same thing. I thought you were on your way to the airport to drop Re- Gwynn off,” I say, growing more and more confused. If she really did take her to the airport like Tatum had said, then she wouldn’t have been back by now. Molly would never lie to Tatum, something is up.
“Oh that. Uh… I had Tatum’s driver take her. I’m not comfortable driving in the dark in a place I’m not familiar with.” She won’t meet my gaze. I know she’s lying, Molly always looks people in the eyes.
“Where is she, Molly?” My eyes narrow at her as she stares at the wall behind me. She’s a terrible liar.
“She’s not here, Eddie. I’m sorry. She was really upset.” She takes a breath and looks up at me, looking more scared of me than anything. Fuck, I hate that look.
I huff and walk off. If she isn’t going to help me I will just have to find her on my own. I find people who have gone missing for a living, how hard will it be to find my Red? She hasn’t disappeared like the people I trace had. She wasn’t kidnapped, she willingly left. That being said, her cell phone is probably still on and she is more than likely using it.
I head back to my room and boot up my computer, waiting to connect to the hotel Wi-Fi. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this in the first place. I was planning on heading to the airport and running around like a madman until I found her, which was one of the stupidest ideas I’ve ever had. She has messed with my head so damn much that I had completely forgotten the easiest way to track someone.
The TV is on, highlighting another fight, this time between two men. It doesn’t matter to me who is fighting, I just don’t see the point in it. I need Red, though, so I need to get over my fear of watching these fights. It’s not that I can’t take the blood, it’s the flashbacks that occur when watching someone wretch back for the hit that throws me into a funk. It’s the things I hear when a fist comes in contact with a nose. It’s not the fight itself, it is the meaning behind it that makes me sick. I have to get over that, though. It’s time I take control of my life and my feelings. I love her, I fucking want to be with her. I need to throw my rules out the window. And I need to apologize for being a jackass.
Finally the Wi-Fi connects, pissing me off that the connection is taking so long to load the pages. I’m sure there are hundreds, if not thousands, of people using this connection with the amount of people I have seen here thus far. It has to be pulling their connection in all different kinds of directions. One would wonder why a hotel this nice wouldn’t have multiple Wi-Fi connections.
I pull up my tracking site and throw in her phone number, waiting for the search to load. If she isn’t within a fifty mile radius I don’t know what I’ll do. Well, I know what I’ll do, but it isn’t easy and I’d rather not have to go into an extensive search for her. I pray she is near. I need her near. I want her back, not that I can blame her for leaving. Jesus, I still can’t believe I acted that way. This woman is turning me into someone I don’t recognize, but I don’t totally hate who I am because of her. Sure I hate the fact that I can’t stop thinking about her, I hate the fact that I have broke all of my rules with her, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. She captured my attention from the first time our eyes locked and she keeps me on my toes. She’s the first girl that ever talked back to me like she had no fear of me, she responds so fucking well to my touch, and she’s fucking beautiful in her own quirky way. Damnit, if she won’t forgive me I don’t know what I’m going to do. I feel like Tatum when he lost Molly. Sure, this isn’t anywhere near as drastic, but he changed when she was gone. It was like her being gone made him realize how much he loved her.
Finally the results load and I read the results of tracking her phone.
“What the hell?” I say as I read the results again and again. They are GPS coordinates, but it can’t be right. I look all around the room, checking that she didn’t leave anything behind, but there’s nothing here that belongs to her. Nothing at all. Why would her coordinates be this hotel if she is really gone?
Shit. Molly! She was acting weird!
Storming out of my room I speed down the hall to her door, slamming on it before I allow my body to stop walking. I’m fucking breaking the door down if no one answers.
“Open the damn door, Molly!” I yell, slamming on the door. She’s fucking keeping her in there, I know it!
Nothing happens. No lights come on under the doorway, no sounds from inside, no voices or locks clicking. Nothing. I pound on the door again, growing more and more frustrated that she’s playing these fucking games.
“Red. Are you in there?” I ask, leaning against the door. I really don’t want people to report the crazy man banging on the door, but I needed to know that she’s in there. “Please, Red. Just answer the door. I’m sorry, okay? Please.”
Since when did I beg? Since when did I get so worked up about a girl? Hell, a month ago if a girl would have ran away from me I would have said ‘fuck her’ and move on to the next easy lay. Now all I can do is pray that my Red is in there so I can grovel and make her forgive me. She will forgive me. At least I hope so.
As if I conjured the devil himself, I hear the door lock click on the bedroom door and see the handle turn. My heartbeat speeds up, praying to god that it’s her inside. The door doesn’t open more than a crack, and there is still no light coming from the room. I grin to myself. Molly wouldn’t play a game like this. This is my Red. And this is hot as hell.
Slowly pushing the door open, it doesn’t make a soun
d until it hits the wall behind it. The room is dark, but it looks as if there’s a side table lamp lit around the corner. There’s a scent to the air that the other rooms don’t have. Vanilla. Red. Shit. Why a dark room, with only the scent of the woman I love, turns me on I don’t know, but I immediately find my jeans to be incredibly un-fucking-comfortable. Adjusting myself and clearing my throat, I walk into the room.
“Jesus I hope it’s you in here, Red,” I half growl, half laugh, as I make my way around the corner, then stop dead in my tracks. She takes my breath away and I lose all train of thought the minute I see her laying there on the bed.
“Took you long enough,” she quips, laying across the bed. She has on a sheer black piece that barely covers her ass as she lays on her stomach, elbows bracing her up, tits pushed together, feet in the air crossed at her ankles. Jesus she is perfect.
“You left,” I finally find my voice after seconds of not having one.
“I do believe you are the one that left first, Tex.” Her eyes dance as they flit down my body, stopping long enough at my crotch to see just how turned on I am. “Looks like you made your way back, though. And happily I might add.” She grins and bites her lip, staring appreciatively at my arousal.
“I did didn’t I?” I make my way over to the bed slowly, but as I sit next to her she sits up and shakes her head at me.
“Not so fast, mister. You were a grade A asswipe,” her voice purrs as she crawls off the bed and stands at the end of it. Hands on her hips. “So I think I deserve something.” Her voice is so fucking sexy.
“I’m sorry, Red. Fuck I’m sorry.” Pleading was never something I considered doing for a woman in the past, but I’m turning a new leaf with this one.
“Keep going,” she whispers as she slowly walks to my side of the bed. Jesus I can’t function, can’t think straight. Her ink is peeking out from under the hem of her nightie, the way she glides to my side of the bed makes it look alive. I don’t have a voice, I can’t find my words. She stops moving towards me when I don’t respond and puts her hands on my shin.
“I think I deserve more than one measly apology. You walked away from me and ignored me, Eddie. I should have left, you know.” Her hand starts moving up and down my leg, not quite reaching the point it needs to.
“Jesus, Red. Let me show-”
“No. Lay back. Lay back and keep talking.” Her hand goes to my shoulder and pushes me back on the bed. Good god I can’t take much of this. I need to be in control, I’ve never had it any other way, and I’m not sure if I’m able to control myself when it comes to her.
“Fuck. I was an idiot alright. I have.... God, Red... I have things that make me the way I am. Things from my past...” I trail off as I watch her climb on the bed and straddle me. What the hell is with all of my clothes?! Why the hell are they still on me? I sit up to meet her, to kiss her, to feel her, but she stops me.
“Nope. I said lay back. You are terrible with directions, Tex.” Her hand pushes me back down, then as quickly as she can, she reaches down, pulls my arms up, and clicks something around my wrists. What the hell? I looked at her, wondering what the hell just happened. Apparently I was too enthralled with her tits in my face to notice that she was locking me to the mother fucking bed.
“I dabble.” The grin on her face... fuck! Pulling my arms I realize she has me cuffed to the bed... how the hell she did it without me realizing it is beyond me... but mother fucker.
“Seriously!” I grunt as I try to get free. I need to touch her. I need to feel her under me. FUCK! “Let me out of these, Red,” I growl. Shit, she’s going to be sore after I get done with her from this little stunt.
“Nope.” Her smile beams at me as she reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a pair of scissors. My breathing is heavy, and I’m starting to freak out that I am going to bust a nut before she even fucking touches me.
“Red, I swear. Take. These. Off. Of. Me.” I grind out. She just laughs and shakes her head.
“You don’t fuck with me, Eddie. If you have a problem, you talk to me. You don’t fucking run away like a pansy.” She leans down, licking my collarbone, my neck, my ear. “Got it?” she whispers in my ear, pushing her hips into me with the perfect amount of pressure. I hiss and push my hips up, forcing her to gasp and glare at me. I grin, knowing she wasn’t expecting it and enjoying the fact that even tied up I can still get to her.
She sits back up and takes the scissors with one hand, grabbing my shirt with the other. In one quick swipe of the scissors, she has my shirt completely cut in half down the front, leaving her access to start to lick and nip her way around my chest.
I don’t like my chest. My arms are the worst, burn marks and scars running the lengths of them, but my chest has one specific scar that I haven’t been able to cover up yet. She has seen it before, I know she has had to, but now she has full view of it. I notice it catch her eye as she moves her hands around, feeling every ripple with her fingertips.
“You know... I had some time to think tonight,” she talks as she watches her fingertips follow every line on my body, inked and not. Jesus her fingers are so fucking soft. “You need me.”
I let out a small laugh and smile at her, praying she can’t see through my walls.
“Oh yea? What makes you think that?” Staring into her eyes, I smile nervously. I’m not sure what’s more intoxicating; the fact that I’m completely at her mercy, the fact the she’s currently pushing against all the right places, or the fact that she’s totally and completely stolen my heart and smiling at me like she enjoys it.
Chapter 4
Gwynn
How I’ve managed control this long is amazing me. He doesn’t seem like the type of man that would give control over so easy, but the bulge growing in his pants tells me he likes it more than he will ever let on. God that’s hot. He’s staring at me, smiling, but I see the nerves running through him. I want to tell him. I want to tell him I love him, but it’s way too fucking early for that shit. He does need me, just like I need him. That conversation is for another time, though. Right now I have a little payback to throw his way.
“You need someone to put you in your place,” I purr into his ear, then move my hands down to start unbuttoning his jeans. Sliding his pants down to his ankles, he finishes by kicking off his shoes and pants.
When my hand wraps around him he moans, the sexiest moan ever.
“Jesus Christ.” I hear him hiss when my mouth goes around him, slowly putting him inside me, tasting him, enjoying him. I moan when he hits the back of my throat, relaxing and pushing down a little further.
“Oh FUCK, Red!” His hips jerk up and push a little further than I anticipate, making my throat muscles clench around him. He moans again, and my hands go to his hips to push him back on the bed. The suction from my mouth pops when I pull off of him, making him gasp again. God, I could get used to treating him like this with the way he responds to me.
“Fuck, Red.” His eyes hooded, I can tell he is trying to break the cuffs. His muscles are tight, clenched, and he keeps pulling his arms down, trying to get to me. I know it’s only a matter of time before he figures out they are cheap ones that unlock with the touch of a small button on the side of them. I need to enjoy him while I can because as fun as this is, I know once he is free he isn’t going to let me be in charge.
“Enjoying the show?” I lean in and suck him again, popping when my mouth leaves him. Looking up I see his eyes close and his head fall back on the pillow, completely enjoying being savored. I take my time straddling him, feeling every muscle on his god like body. I want to know about every scar on his body and how they got there. I want to know about the tattoos and why he covered the majority of the scars on his body with them. I want to know all kinds of shit about him, but right now I want him to realize how much he wants me.
Kissing my way up his chest, I push myself up on my knees and slowly position him under me. He’s staring me in the eyes, heaving breaths out his nose as I slowly descend on
him. God it’s so tight it’s borderline painful, but I’m so damned wet from this display that I don’t feel anything but pure blissful pressure.
“Oh fuck yea, baby,” Eddie hisses as I start moving, rocking up and down, perfect friction everywhere I need it. “God damnit you feel so fucking tight.”
Sitting up, I continue rocking, looking at him as I move my hand lower to give the perfect added friction. I see him start pulling more on the cuffs, see him get a panicked look on his face, and I smile.
“Something wrong, Eddie?” My voice is soft, but has an edge to it as I am getting increasingly close to coming around him.
“Please, Red. Just please fucking take these off. I NEED you. I need to touch you. I need to feel you. I need to fuck you. Ah GOD!” His rambling is cut short when I abruptly pull off of him and quickly slid him right back in.
“You want loose, Eddie?” I lean down and whisper in his ear, still continuing the friction that we both need so badly.
“Damnit woman.” He grunts, and with one final pull he snaps the links that hold the cuffs together in half, grabs me and flips me over, growling as he slams into me. While one of his hands clasp mine together above my head, my legs go up to his shoulders and his other hand snakes its way down to my now swollen clit, rubbing in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.
Not seconds later I’m exploding from my first orgasm, but he doesn’t relent. He continues slamming into me, forcing the pressure to build again, and by the time he starts to tense from his own orgasm I am right there with him again. His thrusts become less rhythmic and he leans his head into the crook of my neck, shuddering and growling as his orgasm releases into me. I feel the pulsing of his orgasm, I feel his heaving breaths. I feel everything. And I fucking love it.
After we clean up from our insanely hot sexy time, I know we will have to actually talk about tonight. Or last night. Shit the sun is already coming up! I don’t want to move, though, and he doesn’t seem to have the energy to either. I feel him soften inside me, and eventually he slips out and curls me into him on the bed. We fall asleep like that, holding on to each other for dear life. I need him just about as much as he needs me.