Blake pulls back, breaking our kiss, removing his fingers from me.
“Fuck, I could do that all day.”
Wrung out, I make a moaning sound of agreement.
“But, I wanted to give you something besides an orgasm this morning.”
I flick my gaze in his direction and he hands me a small white box. Eager to see what it is, I sit up. “Can I open it?”
“Yeah. Don’t freak out. It’s not a ring. Not yet, anyway.”
I glance up at him, the box forgotten.
“What?”
He slides his right hand over his left ring finger. “Ring. Engagement. Married. That’s part of the whole ‘you’re mine and I’m yours’ thing.”
“Oh. I just wanted you so bad, I didn’t think about all that other stuff.”
My words seem to stun him, which is only fair, since he shocked me. He recovers quicker than I do. “Gonna patch your ass, too.”
“Ha. Good luck with that. My brother’s never going to vote yes.”
“He might surprise you.”
Blake’s delusional, but I’ll let him live in fantasy land a little longer. “You think I’m ol’ lady material?”
“Fuck, yes. You know how to keep your mouth shut, well, unless you’re around me.”
“Sorry.”
He gently squeezes my chin between his fingers. “I love your mouth. Yes, you’re ol’ lady material. You love the club as much as I do.”
“True.”
“And you never talk about the club with outsiders.”
He’s not asking. He knows me too well. But I answer anyway. “Nope.”
“Okay then.”
“That’s your call. But I’d proudly wear your patch, Blake.”
“Thank you. Now, will you please open your present?”
I flip the lid off the box and find a lovely, shiny pendant in the shape of a key nestled inside. The bow of the key is shaped like a four-leaf clover. It’s simple, elegant, and the prettiest thing anyone’s ever given me. It also has a little weight to it. Not something cheap he picked up on a whim.
“Blake, it’s so beautiful.”
He motions for me to hand it to him and I turn, lifting my hair out of his way.
“You’ve held the key to my heart from day one, Heidi.”
I’m embarrassed to say when I had the necklace made for Heidi. Let’s just say, I never expected to be able to give it to her. After I latch it around her neck, she jumps off the bed and runs to the mirror to check it out.
Having a naked Heidi running around the room makes me feel like I’m the luckiest fucker on the planet.
“It’s beautiful. What’s the stone in the middle?”
“Green tourmaline.”
“It’s almost the color of your eyes. I love it so much. Thank you.”
While admiring her ass from across the room is nice, I’d rather have my hands on her. Stepping behind her, I cup her hips and pull her to me. Her fingers dance over the delicate white gold chain. “This looks so fragile. I’m afraid Alexa will break it. She likes to yank on anything she can wrap her fingers around lately.”
“I’ll find you a sturdier leather cord for it, and when she’s older, you can put it back on this chain.”
She turns and throws her arms around my neck. “Thank you.” This is what’s always been nice about giving Heidi gifts. No matter how big or small, she always genuinely appreciates everything.
“Do you want to get dressed and look around the grounds? There’s supposed to be hiking trails, and we can kayak on the lake if you want.”
“When do we leave?”
“Tomorrow afternoon.”
She lowers her eyes and trails her fingers over my abs right down to my dick. “I’m having more fun here.”
Even though her touch is light, it’s intense and I groan. “I—” Her fingers wrap around my cock and I totally lose what I wanted to say. I lean forward, placing my hands on the mirror on either side of her head. “I don’t want you to think this is all…we’re all about sex. Or that’s all I want.” Wow, that was a difficult sentence to get out while her fingers squeeze and rub me smooth and steady.
“Blake, I would never think that about you. We have so much more between us. But this has been a really long time coming, so I’d like to spend the weekend coming with you.” She snickers at her little joke and rubs her thumb over the tip of my dick, smearing pre-cum over me.
I huff out a bit of laugh, then hiss as she drops to her knees, raking her nails lightly down my thighs as she goes.
“What’re you doing?”
“Well, I’m not down here to give you a pedicure. I’d like to give you a blowjob.”
“Fuck,” I groan. Life with Heidi will never be boring. “That’s the funniest and hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I think most guys would find that hot.”
“No. It’s hot because it’s you, and I’ve probably been fantasizing about this long enough that my ass should be in jail.”
“Oh, really?” She draws the word out and grins. And her hand’s still lazily rubbing up and down my dick.
“Harder, Heidi.” She licks her lips, and it’s possible I’m going to come before she gets her mouth near me. She shifts and the movement pulls me out of my lust fog. “Come here.” I grab her hand and pull her up off the floor.
“What’s wrong?”
“You shouldn’t be on the floor.”
“You don’t want your blowjob?”
“Oh, I want it. And I’m going to get it.” I lead her over to the bed and tumble down, bringing her with me. She squints at me, and I cup her face in my hand. “This is better.”
She gives me another suspicious look and kneels up next to me.
“This is better.” I reach out to stoke my thumb over her cheek.
First, she turns and kisses the hand rubbing her face, then she lowers her head. When her tongue drags along my shaft, from base to tip, I’m done. Gone. Her mouth closes over my dick and I groan. My hand moves to her hair, pulling it up into a rough ponytail. “Fuck, that’s so good, Heidi.”
Her answer is to wrap her fist around my cock and take me deeper. She grips me harder, jacking me off slow and then taking me all the way to the back of her throat. “Heidi.” I whisper her name like a prayer and she looks up at me. She smiles, then devours me. She takes every inch and what she lacks in experience, she makes up for with enthusiasm.
“Heidi, I can’t. I’m gonna—” She takes her mouth off me with a soft pop, but her hand keeps working me. “Get on. Get on top of me.”
“But I’m not done.”
I open my eyes and hers are shining with mischief. While I’m definitely enjoying bratty Heidi, it’s time to explain who’s in charge. I point to the nightstand. “Grab a condom, roll it on me, and get on my dick.”
Her lips curl into a smirk, but she bends backward and grasps a condom. The movement puts her gorgeous tits on display, and I cover one with my hand, lightly pinching her nipple.
“Oh, fuck.”
I pinch a little harder and she moans.
She’s taking too long. I need to be inside her. Plucking the condom out of her hand, I rip it open and roll it on. I pull her up and over me. “Ride me. I want to watch you take me the way you want, until you get what you need, then I’ll decide how we finish.”
Her lips part in surprise. “I want to be offended,” she says, lifting herself up. “But that’s really fucking hot.” The last part of her words are lost in a moan as she sinks down, taking me inch by inch into her body. She takes a few seconds to adjust, then she works herself up and down. “Hands,” she whispers and I lace my fingers with hers, helping her steady her movements.
“That’s it. Keep going.”
She smiles and I know she’s thinking of something smart to say back, but she’s too blindsided with bliss to get the words out.
I watch every bit of pleasure that plays out over her face. As she gets into it, her necklace bounces, catching
my attention. “You’re so pretty, Heidi.”
She hits the right spot and keeps hitting it until she freezes, tenses up all over.
“Oh. Blake, I’m so, I’m gonna—”
“Yeah, you are. Give it to me.”
I let her ride it out for a few seconds then grip her hips and roll us.
“Can you take more?”
“Yes.”
That’s all I need to hear. I slip a few pillows under her ass, tilting her at the perfect angle to slide in deep.
“Oh my God. I can’t.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“No. It’s good. So good.”
Finally, she opens her eyes and stares at me in wonder. Her breath hitches and her body jerks under me. The soft moans and curses coming from her mouth trigger me, and I come so hard, for a moment I can’t see or hear anything.
Breathless, I fall down next to her, and she hooks her arm around my neck, rolling into me for a kiss. After a second, I pull back. “Let me clean up.”
I’m so out of it, I don’t realize she followed me into the bathroom until I catch her reflection in the mirror. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Her lips quirk up and her eyes dart to the shower.
I take a step closer, brushing the back of my hand over her nipples. “Want me to clean you up?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
The shower’s large. A big, square box with multiple sprays coming from two sides. Once we’re closed inside, she uses her smaller body to nudge me backward until my back’s against the wall. “Stay still,” she says, grabbing a small bottle of bodywash and pouring it into her hands.
She washes me with a serious expression. When she’s finished, she places a gentle kiss over my heart. Her fingers trace the tattoo of a shamrock with the Lost Kings MC skull and crown in the middle that takes up most of my chest. “I’ve never gotten to see this up close.”
“I know.”
She takes a slow route to my arms, tracing different lines of ink. “I remember when you got the first one. I thought you were so cool.”
“Yeah? I didn’t give it as much thought as I should have.”
Her mouth turns up as she keeps tracing my arms. “Did you cover it up?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmmm,” she hums, and her hands return to the shamrock.
“I need to get this touched up,” I say absently, brushing my hand over my chest.
She presses close again, kissing my chest. Her teeth graze over my nipple, making me jolt and groan at the same time. I’m so focused on what her mouth’s doing, I don’t notice where her hands are until she wraps one around my dick.
A hiss of pleasure eases out of me as she slides her hand up and down.
“You know what your next tat should be?”
“Huh?” I’ve been struck stupid by her hands on my dick.
“I think you should have Property of Heidi, tattooed right here.” She squeezes me a little harder so I know exactly where she’s talking about.
I laugh—an awkward sound because she’s still slowly jerking me off. “Even I’m not that adventurous.” I brush my hand over a spot a little north of where she’s playing. “Maybe here.”
She raises an eyebrow. “I was only teasing.”
“I’m not.” My hands close over her face. “What do you want?”
“Shower sex with you. That’s one of my fantasies.”
Fuck. The direct thing totally works for me. My dick’s very excited about the idea of picking her up, pinning her to the wall, and fucking her while the water pours over us.
“Give me a second.” I hop out of the shower and grab a condom from one of my bags on the counter. She’s waiting, wet and eager when I step back inside. “How do you want it?”
One of her shoulders lifts and she does the shy-lip-biting thing that also turns my crank. “However you want to give it to me.”
Christ, that’s fucking hot. My hands grab her slick, wet ass and she loops her arms around my neck. It’s not as easy as I thought with the slippery tile surrounding us. But I manage to pick her up, pin her to the wall, and slide into her without falling.
Steam and our combined groans fill the room.
Property of Heidi. Sounds right to me.
“How do you feel about getting out of this room for a few?” Blake asks as we’re having another hazy, post-sex nap. We’ve pretty much gone at each other for twenty-four hours straight at this point. Only stopping to shower, nap, or order room service.
“Mmm.” I yawn and stretch. “What did you have in mind?”
“Taking you to dinner someplace nice. The room service is fine, but I want to take you out.”
“Like a date?”
He chuckles, jostling me around until I sit up and face him. “Yeah, Heidi. Like a date.”
“Okay. I even brought a date dress.”
His mouth turns up in an appreciative grin. “For me?”
“Yup.”
He follows me into the shower, so it ends up being another hour until I shove him out of the bathroom and get ready. The dress is sophisticated, but that’s why I liked it. I feel more grown up. Like it makes sense for me to hold Blake’s hand. We may have spent the last twenty-four hours in bed, but I want to make sure any lingering “little sister” type feelings are completely obliterated. The dress is a black, clingy fabric that skims my curves and ends at my knees. It’s held up by one wide strap over my shoulder, leaving my arms bare. Plain, but pretty and sexy.
Blake must agree because he sucks in a deep breath when he sees me. “Wow. I feel underdressed now,” he says, pointing to his jeans and plain T-shirt. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
My cheeks warm. No matter how many times he tells me I’m beautiful, I still tingle all over when I hear those words from him.
His gaze slides down to my feet. “Those are sexy.” He holds out his hand. “Come on. If we don’t leave right now, we’re going to be back in bed.”
My free hand flies to my mouth to hide my laughter.
“You have such a pretty smile. Don’t cover it up.”
“Sorry. Grams always told me that gap in my front teeth made me look like a rabbit—”
He turns and stares at me. “What gap?”
“Uh, the one I’ve had forever?” I flash a smile at him and he stares at me. Having him study my flaws so seriously freaks me out, and I swipe my hand over my mouth again.
“Heidi, your grandmother was a bitch. All I see is pretty. Now, knock it off.”
“Hmm,” I grumble as he pulls me into the elevator. “I know I’m not your usual type.”
“My usual what?”
“You know, tall, skinny, pretty blondes.”
He shakes his head and I think maybe mutters a prayer for strength. “You’re nuts.” He fits his hands over my hips. “I’m only interested in one gorgeous girl who fits in my hands just right and has pretty long, brown hair.”
“Me?” I tease.
“Only you.”
The rough catch in his voice melts me and I feel a little bad for teasing him. “I love you, Blake. You’re everything to me.”
He doesn’t answer with words. But no words are needed. His hands slide from my hips to the small of my back, and he pulls me up and into his body. Lowering his head, he takes a soft kiss. I’m the one who pushes up on tiptoes to make the kiss last longer. It’s as if something snaps inside him and he presses me up against the wall of the elevator, deepening our kiss. I’m lost in his arms wrapped tight around me, his mouth against mine, his heat searing my skin. So lost, I don’t even notice the elevator jerk to a stop, or the doors slide open.
Someone clears their throat and Murphy finally pulls away. An older couple stands in the doorway, horrified expressions in place. Completely unconcerned, he takes my hand and pulls me into the hallway.
I giggle as he tugs me forward and run a few steps to catch up to him. “That was awkward.”
“Fuck it.” He turns and grins at me.
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br /> “What made you pick this place? It’s kind of stuffy. I think we’re the youngest people here.”
He slows down and wraps his hand around my waist, tugging me closer. “I don’t know. I wanted to take you someplace really nice. Special. Plus, it was the only nice hotel that had a room on short notice.”
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t complaining. It’s beautiful here. I just feel a little out of place.”
He leans over and kisses my cheek. “You’re beautiful and you’re never out of place.”
A few seconds later, we learn that’s not exactly true.
“Sir, the young lady isn’t old enough to dine here. There’s an age restriction,” the snobby old fuck at the door explains as we cross the threshold to the hotel’s restaurant.
Heidi tugs at my hand. “Let’s go. We can do room service again.”
“No. Stay here.”
I crook my finger at the guy and take him aside.
In my calmest, lowest voice, I explain how the next few minutes are going to play out. “Listen, I’m paying an obscene amount of money to stay in your uptight hotel. My girlfriend’s nineteen. Neither of us are planning to drink. If you say one more word that upsets her, I’ll break every bone in your botoxed face.”
He stares at me. “Well, ah, your attire is also a problem,” he says nodding at my jeans.
I continue glaring at him, and he finally comes to the conclusion that my threat is a promise if he doesn’t do as I asked.
“Very well, sir. I’ll find a table.”
I slip a twenty into his hand. “A quiet table by the window, please.”
He leaves without another word.
“What did you say?” Heidi asks, rushing up next to me and taking my hand.
“Nothing. Slipped him some money and asked him to find us a table.”
She twists her mouth and narrows her eyes in an I-don’t-believe-you expression. I lean over and kiss her forehead. “Don’t worry about it.”
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