Ava could only look at me completely captivated and nodded before uttering a very quiet, “Yes please.” With that, I helped her to her feet and escorted her outside.
Chapter Five
Ava
I couldn't believe I was leaving with a guy I hardly knew. What was I thinking? Or was I thinking at all — not! I wondered if I should stop and run away while I could? Of course, I didn’t. I opted to rush along beside him.
His hand was so warm and strong. I was trying my best to keep up in those freaking heels. I was over the moon horny too, but I didn't want to fall and bust my ass! Someone honked their horn at us when we crossed the parking lot — not sure why? Bryce shoved his free hand into his pocket, and I heard the Porsche's horn beep and spotted the lights flash off and on.
"Is this yours?” I purred gliding my hand across the cherry red beauty.
“Only as long as I’m in town, I’m afraid,” he opened the door, and I slid into the passenger seat. "Cushy leather seats, how perfect," I whispered. While I was admiring the seats and the car's impressive black interior Bryce must have gotten in on his side. The next thing I knew his hand was running up my thigh and his lips were on my neck.
Oh, yeah, this was sooo going to happen, I mused spreading my legs for him. His hand found my wet lips. My arousal was heightened by the sensual feel of his hot breath on my neck — I need more! When I turned my head, his lips met mine. I moaned into his hungry sexy mouth. We wiggled and squirmed, but our mutual attempts to get into a more comfortable position failed.
Exasperated he pulled away, started the car and drove to a far end of the parking lot surrounded by trees and tall bushes. I heard his door open. I shivered. Within seconds, I felt the warmth of the car’s hood against my bare ass.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I’m feeling a tad bit like an exhibitionist at the moment.” The devilish twinkle had returned to his eyes.
I scanned the dimly lit parking lot. No one’s around, good! “I think it’s—”
His mouth descended on mine before I could finish. I was so damn horny I started fingering my clit. I couldn't help it I needed relief. As I spread my legs, he unzipped his fly. He was so damn hard. With the heels of my shoes secured in the grill, I gently massaged his massive bulge with my free hand. Then I took both hands and gripped the hem of his boxer briefs, released his cock and wrapped my fingers around it. His body quivered as I squeezed his rod firmly and slow stroked it. Our mouths were hungry for each other.
One of my breasts felt the cool night air as he exposed it. I gasped and almost came when he plunged into me. Our eyes locked as he moved in and out. The intensity in his gaze was electrifying. Shit, that look! He was filled with desire and enjoying our moment of ecstasy. We were both close to brimming over. Two souls entwined around one another.
I bit my lip and moaned. Bryce's eyes hadn’t left mine before his mouth found my right breast. The sensation of his teeth biting my nipple caused me to arch my back and dig my nails into his arm. Were it not for the sleeve of his tuxedo jacket I would have drawn blood.
Our moans of pleasure mingled together. The volume increased with each deep, penetrating thrust. Deeper, Bryce needed to go deeper! He felt my desire and lifted my ass off the hood, and pounded me so hard his balls slapped against me. The waves of heat crashed through my body. With my arms around his neck, I kissed him hard as my legs quivered. I felt each delicious contraction and let go as my juices ran down his cock.
Still not finished, I took his hand in mine and sucked on his fingers. Bryce motioned for us to change positions. He leaned back on the hood and opened his legs almost as wide as I had and gazed down at his nine inches with a smirk on his face. I knew what he wanted, so I bent down and ran my tongue around his head. When I glanced at him, I noticed how his back was arched with his head tilted up. His eyes were closed, and his lips were parted.
A second or two later he was in the back of my throat in and out like a piston, as I sucked his leaking juices. Then I felt it pulse and throb as he began to empty himself completely.
After he had a second to compose himself, he drew me into his arms. Just as I laid my head next to his broad chest, we suddenly heard a rustle in the bushes behind us.
“Raccoon maybe,” Bryce offered as he zipped up his pants.
“I guess it’s possible…” But before I could finish we saw a dark-colored BMW speed out of the driveway of the parking lot.
"Someone was watching us," I whispered. Back in the car, and Bryce drove around to the hotel entrance. Just as we were about to get out and let the valet park the car my cell buzzed. While Bryce handed the valet his key fob, I read the text from an unknown number.
Blue dress…muscular guy…fucking…got a glimpse of your pussy…spread wide on the hood…I came without touching myself…
I couldn’t believe my freaking eyes. Some ass hole was following me. I turned to walk away; I wanted to hide in the privacy of my suite. Confused, Bryce asked “Ava, are you okay? I’m sure nobody saw anything. It was just coincidence.”
That was no coincidence! Someone was stalking me. But I formed a fake grin on my face, and said, “I’m sure you’re right Bryce. I am just shy at times.” I continued to act like everything was normal as I slid the key card into my door. “Thank you for a wonderful time this evening. You are a lot of fun. Good night!” I gave him a quick peck on the cheek before I shut the door to my suite behind me.
My shoes slid under the bed when I kicked them off. After making quick work of my zipper, my dress turned into a puddle at my feet. I stepped out, walked into the bathroom, and shivered when I stepped on the marble floor with my bare feet. I needed a bubble bath. Who had been watching us? I stepped into the large jacuzzi tub. Bubbles billowed up like tiny clouds as the jets sent water rushing around me. As I leaned back and closed my eyes, the text message kept reappearing in my mind.
Reclined in the warmth, I pondered my predicament. When it finally hit me, I shot up to a sitting position and water splashed out of the tub. “Trevor!” I whispered. He had family in West Palm Beach! My mind raced. Had he been here? Had he been watching me my entire vacation? What the hell was he doing? We would still be together if he hadn’t been such a liar!
Frustrated, confused, and angry I stepped out of the tub and stood there dripping on the bath mat lost in thought. After a while, I realized I was cold and wrapped a towel around her wet hair As I slipped into one of the luxurious robes stored in the closet, I recalled snippets of conversation with Trevor.
He had a Mercedes in New York.
We were planning a trip to Florida.
He liked to cruise around the beaches in his Beemer.
He left it in the parents’ garage, right here in West Palm Beach.
I rummaged through the mini bar, found a tiny bottle of Goldschläger, and collapsed on the bed. I thought I had ended things with Trevor. I wanted a good man, a sexy man. I wanted a man that shared some of my interests and hobbies who treated me with kindness and respect.
I would have liked to invite Bryce into my room. He was so damn hot. He had made my body ignite with such intensity. I opened the bottle and chugged it. After setting it on the nightstand, I flipped on the TV. Stand-up comedy, perfect — exactly what I needed. I drifted off and dreamed about Bryce.
Chapter Six
Bryce
"I’ll never understand women — never," I whispered to myself. Ava and I were getting along great. Hell, we had the hottest sex since I gotten home from overseas. Then she just up and told me, “Goodnight.” I palmed my hair and pondered out loud. “Shit, maybe I’ve lost my touch."
I decided to head on back to the reception to see if Trey and Renee were still there. If nothing else I’d have a couple more drinks before I called it a night. “Bourbon, double-shot,” I told the bartender. He gave me a nod, set the shot glass down and poured what I ordered. I forced the corners of my lips to turn up, picked up my drink, dropped a twenty in his jar, and wandered around the reception
hall. Some people had returned and were hanging out. Most were either dancing or paired off enjoying private conversations.
“Bryce, my groomsman, my cousin, my…” Trey stopped and derailed me from my train of thought.
I laughed, shook my head, and slapped him on the back. “Had a few too many tonight, Trey?” I looked around, “Where’s that beautiful new wife of yours?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted her talking with a couple of older women. Based on their appearance I imagined they were aunts or other relatives on her side of the family. When she noticed me, she nodded and smiled beaming with happiness. A few minutes later she gave the women hugs and joined Trey and me.
“There’s that handsome husband of mine. Husband! It sounds so strange.” She whispered before turning to face me. “Hi Bryce, did you enjoy yourself?”
I smiled — if she only knew. “I did thanks. You two outdid yourselves with this reception…” Suddenly a thought struck me. I’m a SEAL; I work private security. I know what I need to do. I turned back to see the happy couple whispering to one another. “Renee, I’ll be back in a few, I need to go out to get some fresh air.”
“You better, you’re my cousin, you need to propose a toast!” Trey turned and explained.
I clapped Trey on the back again. “You got it, buddy, I’ll be back, don’t worry.”
I headed off in the direction of the security room and checked my wallet in the process. Credentials still in place, excellent. I wandered down a hall toward the maintenance area — where security was often located — and knocked on the door.
A chubby man with wire-rimmed glasses opened it. He had a coffee stain on his white uniform shirt with and gold patch on his sleeve. After flashing him my credentials, I said, “There was an incident in the parking lot this evening that could have been life-threatening to one of my clients. I need to check your surveillance videos to see if you caught the license plates.” The idol wasn’t sure if it was permissible, but his partner nodded in approval.
I stood and watched the four different screens as the videos replayed. When I suddenly saw the dark BMW, I said, “That’s it!”
“Did you catch the plate? Once it turns onto Ocean Boulevard, it’s out of frame," the chubby one asked, eyes wide with wonder.
“Yes, I got it. If you don’t mind, I’m going to borrow a piece of paper here and jot it down.” I placed the note in my wallet and shoved it back my pocket. “Thanks for the help guys. Dangerous drivers like that guy have no place on the road.”
After shaking hands with them. I decided to head back to the reception and finish my family duty. I passed one of the waiters carrying a tray of glasses filled with champagne for those who were already to tipsy to get up and walk to the fountain. I grabbed a glass and head to the front where Renee and Trey were seated. Passing by the DJ, I asked for his mic and stood next to Trey.
“Is this thing on,” I grinned when I hear the feedback. “Hello everyone, I’m Bryce, Trey’s cousin. When he first told me he was getting married to the beautiful Renee, I thought to myself, damn he’s one lucky guy.” I paused as laughter made its way through the guests. Then I laid the bull shit on hot and heavy. “In all sincerity, I couldn’t be happier for Trey and Renee…much love to you both. Raise your glasses everyone and join me in a toast to the bride and groom!”
I looked out as everyone stood, glasses in the air, “To the bride and groom,” all the guests said in unison.
Turning the mic off, I placed it on the table and bid Trey and Renee goodbye before I headed across the street to my room. I locked my door and stripped down to my boxers and reclined back on the bed. Phone in hand, I dialed my boss and left him a voicemail, “Hey Richard, it’s Bryce, can you run this plate for me, and I’ll fill you in later. The Florida plate is Alpha, Charlie, Alpha, six, four, two. Thanks much, I’ll be in touch when I get back to town!”
Chapter Seven
Ava
I had to admit I was kinda glad to get back to work. Glancing around the break room, I noticed nothing had changed much. I wasn't sure anyone had bothered to even wipe down the counters while I was gone. And the coffee pot needed a good cleaning. It was always left up to me to point it out to the cleaning crew. So there was a sticky-note stuck on the fridge with my initials at the bottom — one reminder to add to the collection.
Sarah had never failed to bring us both fresh coffee from Starbuck each morning — thank heavens for assistants. She sat across from me at the small table and crossed her legs sipping her coffee. I listened while Sarah got me up to speed on all the office gossip I had missed.
Sarah leaned closer over the table then glanced around to assure we were alone. "Ted was caught cheating with Susanna. Can you believe it?"
I gasped, and answered, "Oh, my God, no. Ted is as straight as an arrow, and he has a wonderful wife and family." I had to admit life as a stock market analyst was stressful, to say the least, but I never thought for a moment it would get to Ted. He always seemed to take things in his stride.
After taking a sip of her coffee, Sarah said, "Okay, it's your turn, Ava. How was your vacation? Did you do anything fun, besides being in the wedding, of course?"
“That was fun to get away from the office for a few days. The wedding was spectacular. Renee and Trey didn’t miss a thing,” I said, sighing.
“What’s the sigh for, Ava?” Sarah searched my face and knew there was more than I was telling her. “Oh, you met someone, didn’t you? Spill it girl. Give me the dish, and don’t forget one single deliciously dirty detail!"
I blew on my coffee and looked up through my lashes at her with a smirk on my face. “Well if you insist! His name was Bryce, tall, well-built, former Navy SEAL. He was part of the wedding party, not that you would have known it. He wasn’t there for much of the festivities.”
Sarah made a circling gesture when her hand, and said, “Go on, I know there’s more!”
I licked my lips and smiled. “Oh, there was more…wait for it… here it comes…”
“Really?” Sarah rolled her eyes and smirked.
“Drum roll…Most of the guest were outside enjoying the evening breeze, but we stayed behind and were seated around a table in the reception hall.” I paused for a moment waiting for Sarah to beg for more.
“Well go on,” she said, leaning closer.
“He was telling me about his adventures as a SEAL — I was half drunk and horny as hell, so I started fingering myself under the table. I guess he sensed it and decided he would do it for me, and believe it or not I let him."
Sarah sucked in a gulp of air and choked on her coffee, but managed to whisper, "Oh, no you didn't!"
I cupped my palms around my mouth, and whispered, “Things become so hot he decided we needed to move elsewhere. Did I mention he had a cherry red Porsche?”
I almost laughed out loud when Sarah’s eyes flew open. "A Porsche, Oh, my God!"
“We went for a ride, but we didn’t go very far. Just to the end of the parking lot. He got out of the car, and placed me on the hood of that Porsche and fucked me right there. He teased my tits and pounded his fat rod into me so deep I came at least three times!”
I stopped talking when I noticed Sarah was shifting in her seat. Her nipples stuck out like pebbles under her silk blouse. Her cheeks were flushed a bright pink when she stood, and said, “If you’ll excuse me for a moment. That coffee went right through me.”
I chuckled to myself. I knew what Sarah was about to do and hoped she got herself off quickly. We had to catch up on a lot of work. When I pictured in my mind what Sarah was up too, I whispered to myself, "Damn my rule about having sex with employees. I had broken it once with Trevor even though he technically didn’t work for me, but would never do it again.” I sighed at the thought. What a waste. Horny, sweet pussy in the sitting area of the executive lounge — adjacent to my office. I'd love to finger Sarah and watch her moan with pleasure, but that could never happen. I sighed again and put my lustful thoughts of Sarah o
ut of my mind. After pitching my coffee cup in the trashcan, I headed back to my office.
Just before I got to my desk, I ran into Chet, another stock market analyst. Chet razzed me a bit before he mentioned Trevor. “You two snuck off for a sexy vacation, didn’t you?” he goaded me. I groaned. Why did people have to be such jerks? It came with the territory, I assumed. After Chet moseyed away, I suddenly realized my suspicions were correct. Trevor had been on vacation while I was gone and probably was guilty of pulling the stunt in Florida.
I sorted through the stack of papers piled high. By late afternoon, I had almost finished writing my report when I heard my iPhone buzzing indicating I had a text. The number didn't look familiar, but I decided to read it anyway.
Hey sexy lady want 2 ride in my Porsche?
I gasped. How had Bryce managed to get my number?
I C U've been talking to Renee. I didn’t give you my # I grinned when I pressed send. Seconds later my phone buzzed again.
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