She still wanted to fuck me. “I spent the night with you last night.”
She knew exactly what I meant. “I hope it was as good as last time.”
“Not quite. Did I spend the night with you?”
She chuckled. “That arrogance again…”
“Am I wrong?”
She never answered. “What do you want, Thorn?”
“You.”
“I picked up on that.”
“Now look who’s arrogant,” I countered, a smile stretching across my face. “Come over tonight.”
“I’ll think about it.”
My grin widened. “That’s a yes, isn’t it?”
“It’s a probably.”
Now that I was about to have her again, my hands shook in anticipation. I wanted to grip her firm tits and flick her nipples with my thumb. I wanted to taste the valley between her breasts. I wanted to suck that bottom lip into my mouth until it was swollen. I wanted to taste her luscious pussy again and listen to her beg me to fuck her. “I’ll see you then.”
“Goodbye, Thorn.”
“Goodbye, Autumn.”
She arrived at my penthouse at eight.
It was late, so she obviously wasn’t expecting dinner or wine. She walked into my living room in heels and a raincoat. She hung her purse by the door and slowly peeled her jacket away, revealing nothing but a black thong and matching bra.
She didn’t waste time.
My eyes were glued to her gorgeous body as I walked toward her, my eyes drowning in her endless curves. Her piercing in her navel was undeniably sexy. The way she stripped her coat away and stared at me with such confidence made my cock press harder into my sweatpants. I was shirtless and barefoot, and now my sweatpants felt constricting against my raging cock.
My desire couldn’t be bridled, and my hand immediately shot into her hair so I could jerk her head back. I directed her face toward mine, and she immediately moved with the motion instead of fighting it. My mouth found hers, and I kissed her just the way I wanted. I let my mouth explore hers, let my tongue penetrate her mouth. I felt her own greet mine, and together, they danced erotically.
My fingers dug into her luscious ass, and I pulled her tight against my cock.
She moaned when she felt him against her stomach.
I kissed her harder, our embrace turning passionate almost immediately. Not a word had been exchanged between us, but there wasn’t any need for small talk. She was only there for one reason—to fuck me.
My hand tightened on her hair, and my fingers snaked down the front of her panties. I found her clit and immediately circled it with two fingers. I rubbed it harder, making her breaths shorten.
Our mouths opened and closed, our kiss continuing right in my doorway. The sexiest woman in the world had just walked into my penthouse like she owned it. She stood in black lingerie, hardening my cock the second she was in my vicinity. She had ironclad control over my dick, making it hard on command.
I rubbed her clit harder.
She breathed deeper.
She had a lot of control over me, but I had just as much power over her.
My fingers slid back to her entrance, and I fingered her while my thumb circled her clit. “So fucking wet for me.” I spoke against her mouth before I continued to kiss her.
Her hand dug down into the front of my pants, and she gripped my hard dick with her warm hand. “So damn hard for me.”
I tensed at her touch, relishing the softness of her hands. When she started to pump me, I breathed harder, loving the way she pleasured my dick so effortlessly. I continued to finger her and rub her clit at the same time.
We were both so hard up we were about to come right in the middle of my living room.
“Thorn…” She gripped my shoulder for balance, her fingers cutting into me. “I’m about to come.”
“I know.” I kissed her as I stared into her eyes, perfectly aware of the way her pussy was tightening around my fingers.
“I want your big dick inside me.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get it.” I ended our kiss and peered down into her face. “But you’re going to come now.” I wanted her to understand she was at my mercy, that I had the power to make her feel anything that I chose. She could walk in the door then be climaxing two minutes later. I didn’t just have a big dick—I had a lot of other things.
She hooked her arm around my neck and stopped fighting the explosion between her legs. She looked into my eyes with her scorching ones, the cosmic ball of fire burning everything in my living room. She came around my fingers, tight and dripping. She ground her clit against my thumb, getting off to it even harder.
I enjoyed the show, my dick throbbing in her hand.
She bit her bottom lip before she released a powerful moan. Her breathing turned to quiet screams. Her nails nearly drew blood as she clung to me desperately. As the climax passed, she started to loosen her grip on me, her nails no longer cutting into me. The look she wore made my cock thicken even more because she wasn’t wearing her tough expression anymore. Her hardness had been stripped away, and now just the woman remained behind. She was real, vulnerable, and gorgeous.
I kissed the corner of her mouth. “Now I’ll give you my cock—and make you come again.”
Her hair was in disarray, her lips were swollen, and her makeup was slightly smeared. She lay beside me in the dark, the sheets and comforter kicked to the foot of the bed. She was turned on her side, so the prominent dip in her waist was noticeable. She was either tired from the hour or tired from the sex—maybe both.
My fingers started at her knee then slowly slid to her hips. I felt her softness, which was similar to touching a rose petal. Her toned legs were sexy, and the tightness of her waist from her abdominals was sexy too.
She was perfect.
My hand snaked over her hip until I reached the dip in her waist. My hand slid under her arm, and my thumb brushed over her ribs until I palmed one tit. Her body was mesmerizing. I’d been with a lot of women, controlled most of them, but none of them possessed her fine elegance. No matter what her position was, she had the firmest tits. Her olive skin was delicious. I’d already explored her body, but I wanted to taste her more. I wanted her to stay exactly like this. “You’re a very beautiful woman.” I lay beside her on the same pillow and hiked her leg around my waist. I’d already taken her so many times, but my cock was hardening all over again.
Her mouth didn’t smile, but her eyes did. “Thank you.” Her fingers explored the hardness of my chest and stomach. Her fingers traced the lines and grooves, feeling every inch of my visible strength. Sometimes she looked down at my skin, and sometimes she looked into my eyes. “You’re a pretty man.”
“Pretty?” I asked.
She chuckled. “Sexy man. Is that better?”
“Much.”
She pulled her hand away then peeked at the clock on my nightstand over my shoulder. “It’s getting late. I should get going…” She turned over and slid to the edge of the bed.
We’d gotten down to business without exchanging a single sentence. Now she didn’t try to spend the night or make small talk. She got what she wanted, and she was leaving without a backward glance.
I’d slept around a lot, and one-night stands were a major part of my resume. But while women claimed that was all they wanted, they always wanted more. They just took their time getting to the point.
But that didn’t seem to be the case with Autumn.
She really wanted nothing from me.
A woman as beautiful and successful as she could have any guy she wanted. She probably got tired of all the offers and didn’t want anything at all. Maybe that was why she was attracted to me—because I was the first man not to throw myself at her. My indifference was transparent. I made my cold intentions clear, and that was a relief to her.
I got out of bed and pulled on my sweatpants.
“You don’t have to walk me to the elevator.” She walked out of my bedroom naked, her
gorgeous ass shifting from left to right as she moved. She had the perfect hourglass figure, a woman so sexy she looked like a walking sculpture.
I forgot to speak because I was staring at her so hard.
My dick hardened too.
I followed her into the living room and watched her pick up her thong from the ground and her bra from the couch. “I don’t mind.”
She pulled her black thong up her long legs then straightened the lace over her hips.
I stared, watching how naturally sexy she was. She wasn’t even trying to catch my attention, but she did it so effortlessly.
Her bra came next, the straps secure over her shoulders.
How could I fuck this woman so many times but still want her? “So, how is this going to work?”
“How is what going to work?” She didn’t look at me as she prepared herself for the outside world. She slipped her heels on her feet then grabbed her rain jacket off the ground.
“This.” I crossed my arms over my chest as I stood in front of the elevator.
She pulled the jacket around her body then straightened the collar as she looked into my eyes. “I wasn’t aware there was a this to discuss.”
The corner of my mouth rose in a smile, finding her cold attitude hot. “What is this?”
She tied the belt around her waist, securing the jacket around her petite body. “I thought we established this was meaningless fun? Let’s keep it that way. You made it clear you don’t want anything more. Neither do I.”
“But we both want to do it again.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, a confession of agreement. She slid her hands into the pockets of her jacket as she looked at me.
“And again. So, am I free to text you?”
She considered it while pressing her lips together tightly. Even when she was deep in thought, she looked provocative. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to work with her every day, to stare at her beautiful features and do nothing about it. “Yes. But that’s the only thing I want to hear from you.”
“Trust me, I’m not going to ask about work.” Our pending collaboration was the last thing on my mind.
“And strict professionalism when we’re working together.”
I smiled. “Agreed.”
She turned to the elevator and hit the button so the doors would happen.
Before she could step inside, I grabbed her by the elbow and yanked her toward me. I wanted to feel those plumps lips against my mouth one more time. I wanted to feel her breath fill my lungs. I wanted to feel the way she trembled slightly when she was the recipient of my passion.
She kissed me back the instant she felt me. Her fingertips moved up my chest until she reached my shoulders. She gave me her tongue when I didn’t give her mine. She sucked my bottom lip and matched my aggression. She’d just been trying to leave, but now she got me fired up the same way she had when she first arrived.
She was the first one to break away.
I knew I wouldn’t have.
“Goodnight, Thorn.” She pushed her hand against my chest as she turned away.
I almost snatched her again. “Goodnight, Autumn.”
She stepped into the elevator and leaned against the back wall as she waited for the doors to close. Her eyes were on me, her look as intense as mine. If she didn’t have such restraint, she’d walk back in here and ride my dick again. I’d never been with a woman who got so wet for me. She kept up an act of indifference, but there was no denying how much she wanted me. Her pussy betrayed her in the most obvious way possible.
The doors finally began to close.
My arms rested by my sides as I watched them come together. My eyes remained focused on hers until she was finally gone from my sight.
When the elevator descended, I suddenly felt the emptiness of my penthouse. I wished I were walking back to my bed to find her sleeping underneath my sheets. She’d be there for me when I woke up in the morning.
And I could fuck her before I went to work.
13
Vincent
“It’s nice to see you back at work.” I stepped inside my son’s office, seeing him returned to normalcy in his navy blue suit. He no longer wore the sorrow that had tainted his features from the moment he heard Titan had been shot. That fear had finally passed, and like after a long winter, the color was finally returning to his cheeks.
“It’s nice to be here, partially.”
I sat in the chair facing his desk and stared at my son, a man who looked so similar to me it was unsettling. Sometimes I thought of him as a boy, but when he was just as tall as I was and built like a mountain, I couldn’t view him as anything other than a man. “I’m guessing Titan is behind this?”
“She pushed me out the front door.”
I chuckled. “She’s right, though. Life goes on.”
“I still worry about her. I check on her a few times a day. But she’s always doing well.”
“There’s nothing you can help her with at this point,” I said. “Now she needs to wait to heal. Unfortunately, that takes time. When you’ve been shot in the chest, the wound doesn’t just disappear overnight.”
“I know. I’m looking forward to her being well again. Even though the doctors say she’ll be fine, I won’t drop my guard until it’s officially over.”
“Understandable.”
Diesel sat back in the leather chair and looked at me. A moment of silence passed between us, a quiet conversation that lacked words. We’d spent so many years apart that it was still strange that we were back together. It was the nicest feeling in the world to just sit with my son…to be welcome in his presence. “Jax told me he stopped by.”
“Yeah, we had lunch.”
“He said you were very forgiving.”
Diesel broke eye contact, probably because he knew he was much harsher with me than he was with Jax. “He’s my brother. It’s hard for me to stay angry with my brother. I knew he was stuck in a difficult position. He either lost his father or lost his brothers. In either scenario, he lost.”
I nodded. “I’m glad you see it that way.”
“I would try to spend more time with him, but right now, everything is so hectic.”
“It is,” I said in agreement.
“I really don’t know anything about him anymore. All I know is stuff I read in the headlines, but there’s no way to know if any of that is true.”
There were a lot of things going on in Jax’s life, things he wasn’t ready to share yet in light of Titan’s shooting. It would have to wait until a better time. “He’s not much different. Still the same little shit he’s always been.”
Diesel chuckled, showing his handsome smile he inherited from me. “You’re probably right. How are things with Brett?”
“Better. I’ve been meaning to ask him to do something. I’ve just been busy…” I thought about my lunch meeting with Scarlet Blackwood. She was surprisingly easy to talk to for a woman who existed in a world where only appearances mattered. She was understanding, attentive, and interesting.
“Busy with what?” Diesel cocked his head to the side, seemingly interested in my response.
“I’m doing a piece with Platform. They have a new line of suits they want me to model.”
“That’s a big deal. They’re huge.”
“Yeah. I also did an interview.”
Diesel shook his head. “Interviews are the worst. I don’t do them anymore.”
“I didn’t mind this one.”
“That’s cool. Does that mean you’re going to the Designer Guild’s anniversary party tomorrow, then?”
There were so many functions going on in the city that it never seemed to stop. Any reason to have a party was a good enough reason. It made the lines between work and social life blur. Sometimes they were one and the same. “Yeah. Connor is getting an award and asked me to go.”
The mention of Connor immediately soured his look. His eyes narrowed, and the smile he once wore was now gone. The only reaso
n I noticed those subtle clues was because I was his father. He’d had the same reactions since he was a child. Some things never changed. “Are you bringing anyone?”
“No.” I’d probably run into an old flame there, but I did my best to end relationships positively. I made my intentions very clear in the beginning, that I wanted to someone to spoil for a short period of time. I warned them not to get attached to me because I wasn’t worth their investment. They would marry someone else someday. I was just a stepping stone, an experience so they would understand what they really wanted in a man in the long term.
Diesel didn’t press me on the topic. Tatum had asked me about my personal life before and was pushing me in the direction of a meaningful relationship. I never told her I had an open mind about it. No matter how old Diesel was, it would be strange for him to see me with a woman that wasn’t his mother.
It was strange just to think about my being with someone besides his mother.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” My son was a man and didn’t need me for anything anymore. But I would always be his father, so I would always ask. He would say no every single time, but maybe one day he would say yes.
“No. But thanks.”
“I’m guessing you won’t be attending the party?”
He shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere unless Titan is on my arm. Spending the night pretending to care about fashion and social elites sounds painfully boring. Not sure how you stand it.”
“I just have more patience than you,” I teased.
“I don’t believe that,” he said. “I get my stubbornness from you.”
“You get a lot of things from me, actually.” The very reason he was sitting on the top floor of this building was because he’d looked up to me his entire life. I had been hard on him since he started to walk. I taught him the real meaning of manhood. He would pass those lessons on to his own son, and the Hunt tradition would continue.
“Yeah, I suppose.” His eyes shifted away from my face. “Thanks for stopping by. I should get back to work.”
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