Begging for Hale

by Marie James

  Garrett: Yep.

  Me: Sorry, I thought some pervert was texting for a late night spank session.

  Garrett: Well….

  I have to laugh, apparently he is a pervert, or so he thinks.

  Me: Ah, so you are a pervert looking for a text spank session?

  Garrett: Nope. I’d prefer you to come take care of me so I don’t have to do it myself ;)

  Now! When I’m hundreds of miles away! I can’t help but wonder why he has had a change of heart.

  Me: Sorry sweet cheeks. You’re on your own.

  Garrett: So have you been being a tease these past few weeks?

  As if!

  Me: Nope.

  Garrett: Then come to me!

  Me: I’d love nothing more than to come jump on your cock, but I can’t.

  Garrett: What’s your address? I’ll come to you.

  Me: The Hilton, Los Angeles.

  Garrett: You’re not even in town?

  Me: Nope.

  Garrett: Fuck!

  Me: My sentiments exactly!

  He doesn’t text back for a while and I just know that I’ve lost my chance to hook up with him.

  Me: How about we meet up at the end of the week?

  Garrett: I don’t really do that sort of thing. Maybe this was a bad idea.

  Me: Bad idea? What are you talking about?

  Garrett: You’re wanting to meet up and do what? Hang out? Go on a date?

  Me: Fuck no! What type of girl do you think I am? I mean I’d like to fuck you, but I’m not looking for anything else!

  Does he think that just because Lorali and I are best friends that I want that lovey dovey, hold me at night bullshit? Ugh! Far from it!

  Garrett: So just sex?

  Me: Just sex.

  Garrett: I have to be honest. I don’t do repeats. One night is all I can offer.

  Me: Should be plenty!

  Garrett: I can’t have you falling in love with me, expecting more.

  Me: You’re so full of yourself! No worries on my end, but I have to say the same to you.

  Garrett: I think I can resist you after our one night.

  Me: That’s what all the men say until they get a taste of my pussy.

  Garrett: Believe me sweetheart, once will be enough.

  Me: Yeah, we’ll see!

  Garrett: Get some rest, Alexa…I’ll need you fully charged when you get back to Denver.

  I don’t respond back to his text and I also don’t get much more sleep after our back and forth banter either, and suddenly I’m hoping the week flies by!

  Chapter 4

  Garrett

  Still flying from the high of the deposit I just made from the Bangarang event, I settle in at my desk and start working on emails. Just a few more days and then maybe I can get my head on right after my rendezvous with Alexa.

  I had a great time hanging out with her the other night but I’m trying to keep myself from wondering what she’s going to look like standing on the stage in the club in a wet t-shirt. She looks phenomenal in clothes so I know she’ll be smoking hot. I grin when I think about her clothes from Saturday. I had told her, jokingly, to dress slutty and she complied. I know, more than once, I got a glimpse of her fine ass and thong when she leaned close to tell Josie or Lorali something. She did it intentionally, hoping she’d get a reaction out of me. It was rather difficult but I remained professional; I mean what was I going to do? Flip her skirt up, rip panties off and fuck her against the pub table. Well, that’s what I wanted to do, and I give myself a mental high five for keeping it together in the face of such temptation.

  I’d felt like an idiot when I texted her and she had no idea who I was. I smile when I think about looking for her name in my phone and seeing the contact “Ginger Tits”. She sure does have quite the personality and I can’t wait to tame her for a night.

  She says she’s into a one-time meet, no strings attached night and hope that’s true. I have nothing else to offer her. I’m doing my best to ignore the niggling thought in the back of my head that if she ends up wanting more, it could cause problems with the dynamic of the group I’ve grown rather fond of being around, including her.

  I’m even more concerned about her suggesting that I wouldn’t be able to stop at one night once I taste her. Which is what all the men say until they get a taste of my pussy! I’ve only met one woman who I thought I couldn’t get enough of and that woman betrayed me so thoroughly she damn near destroyed me. Never again. I would have no problem walking away from Alexa Warner. I hope she doesn’t turn needy and obsessed with me, but I’m not concerned enough to stop it from happening.

  The ringing phone on my desk draws my mind from contemplating the ways I’m going to take Alexa.

  “Hello?” I answer the phone, only slightly distracted.

  “Hey,” my cousin says on the other end. “It’s Ian.”

  “Yeah, I kind of figured as much when your name showed up on the call ID.” I reply flatly.

  He laughs. For some reason he has always found my sarcasm funny. “Hey man, I just wanted to say thanks again for helping to get Lorali’s things moved in.”

  “No problem. That’s what family’s for right?” I know he’d help me anytime I need him so it really was a no brainer when he asked for my help.

  “True.” He says on a sigh.

  He’s not as much of a wise ass as he usually is and I know something is bothering him and he doesn’t want to just come out and say something. “What’s up? Trouble in paradise already?”

  He chuckles. “Nothing like that.” He’s silent. Apparently I’m going to have to pull the information out of him.

  “So what is it then?” I ask and wait. Several long seconds pass before he answers.

  “I want to ask Lorali to marry me.” He replies on a huff.

  “Seriously? You guys just moved in together. Give it some time.” He wants to get married? Just a few short months ago the guy took care a of business like I do, never having any intentions of having a regular go to girl much less wanting to be in a serious relationship and now he wants marriage? Did he hit his head on something?

  “I know we just moved in together.” He replies.

  “Is she pregnant?” I ask with a lowered voice.

  “No! God why would you think I would only marry her right now if she was pregnant?” His indignant reply is beginning to piss me off.

  “Ummm…I wonder?” There’s no way he could’ve forgotten my situation from over a decade ago.

  “Shit man, I’m sorry.” I can hear him let out a frustrated groan. “Honestly, I can’t imagine a day without her. So why shouldn’t I ask her to spend the rest of her life with me?”

  I want to ask him if he could imagine never sleeping with another woman from now until eternity, but I don’t. I’ve never seen my cousin this wrapped up in anyone, so he must really care for her.

  “If it means that much to you, ask her.” I state matter of fact. “Why are you asking me? Afraid she’ll say no?”

  “No, I’m sure she’d say yes. I just want to run it by someone who, you know, has done it before.” I laugh.

  “My situation with Jamie is nothing like what you have with Lorali.” I lean back in my chair and squeeze the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger. Why is he asking me for love life advice? Do I look like a teenage girl with a crush? ”Just give it a while longer. Sleep on it for a while and if you still want to ask in a few weeks then I say go for it. All she can say is no, right?”

  He’s silent on the other end and I know I’ve put a fleck of doubt in his mind about what she’d say, which was not my intention. “Look man, I’m just saying there’s no rush. If things are good right now, no sense is rushing things.”

  “I guess you’re right.” He sighs but it sounded like one of more relief than torture, which is a positive change from when this conversation started.

  “So? Are you guys coming out to the Breast Cancer Event, weekend after next?” I smile as I wait fo
r his response.

  I hear him let out a hard laugh. “Not really my scene anymore, Garrett!” I can hear the smile in his voice, but not one hint of regret for how his life is different from a few months ago. A few months ago he would’ve taken the winner of the wet t-shirt contest to the nearest hotel and would’ve fucked her into next week, after giving her his own thorough breast exam.

  “I was sure Lorali wanted to raise money at the event.” I’m now just trying to rile him up since I had to listen to his whiney declaration of love.

  I hear him all but growl on the other end of the line. “There’s no way in hell Lorali will be on any stage flashing her tits to a bunch of horny bar patrons!” His ire is practically tangible through the phone.

  I can’t help but laugh at his reaction. Yep, he’s definitely pussy whipped.

  “I will however match the money you raise for the contest.” He says, the tone of his voice only subduing slightly.

  “Good man.” I knew he’d make a donation, just like I knew he’d never let Lorali participate in a wet t-shirt contest. “Well some of us work nights, so I got to get off here.”

  “Alright, man. Talk to you later.” He hangs up and I return the receiver back to its cradle.

  I can’t believe him. All tied up in knots over some girl. What a difference a few months make.

  Chapter 5

  Alexa

  I plop down on the couch less than a minute after dragging my suitcase up the stairs. I haven’t even made it to my room to unpack yet, the couch was too inviting. I know I’ll be paying for my late night flight tomorrow. My body is tired but my mind is going a million miles a minute and I know I won’t be able to sleep any time soon. For a brief second I wonder what the club scene would be like tonight. Thursday’s ladies night at most places, but it’s already after eleven and I’m not really feeling it.

  I heave my tired ass up from the couch and head down the hall. I know Josie is asleep, because she has to be at work before seven in the morning. This apartment sure is quiet since Lorali moved in with Ian. She moved out right when she was getting her spunk back and going out on a regular basis, albeit for work. I’m glad she started to loosen up, but she moved quickly with Ian. I don’t blame her; he’s one hell of a catch.

  A simple unpacking of my suitcase and a quick shower later and I’m ready for bed. I look at my phone. Eleven twenty-seven. Pitiful. When did I become the woman who was ready for bed before midnight? There’s always tomorrow night. I smile thinking about the trouble I hope I find myself in tomorrow night.

  Just as I settle on the bed and snuggle deep into my down comforter a text alert has me reaching for my phone on the bedside table. I squint my eyes at the brightness and pull up my text messages.

  Garrett: Ritz. Rm 1525. Now.

  What the fuck? He expects me to just come running with no prior planning? Drop whatever it is I’m doing and show up at some nice hotel to fuck him?

  I mean, I’m going to, but seriously…who does he think he is? I know who he is…a man about to get his brains fucked out! I jump out of the bed excited about where my night is heading and grateful I’m not at some ridiculous club, missing this text message.

  I opt for a black La Pearla lingerie bra and panty set with matching garter belt. Men go crazy over lace topped thigh highs and garter belts for some reason, and I aim to impress. I can’t help but close my eyes to the tingle that runs over my body as I inch the silk stocking up my thighs; anticipation of his hands peeling them off of me sends a shudder down my spine. I squeeze my thighs together.

  I don’t pack any type of clothes because I know I won’t be staying. I cover the lingerie with a cream colored, Burberry trench coat that reaches to the top of my five inch Jimmy Choo’s. It’s a little cliché to show up for a one night stand wearing only under garments and a trench coat, but I have a feeling Garrett will appreciate the effort.

  Since it’s a week night and considerably late, traffic is light and the cab ride is only twenty minutes from my apartment. A quick stop at the concierge desk and I’m pointed towards the elevator bank. I look around in appreciation. I’ve been in quite a few hotels around Denver, but this is my first time in the Ritz. Kind of high end for a one night stand but hey, who am I to complain? I’m not footing the bill. I know they have a decent spa, but I manage Elite Spa so I’m a little biased.

  A short ride in the mirrored elevator and a ding informs me I’ve made it to the fifteenth floor uninterrupted. My hands have a slight tremble but I don’t give the nerves any purchase and chalk it up to delicious anticipation for how my night is going to go.

  I rap gently on the door and realize it’s much more solid than I had anticipated. I knock harder causing a mild pain to my knuckles. I’m caressing my injured hand when the door is tugged open. The sight in front of me would make a nun drop her panties.

  He opens the door wider so I can walk in but my eyes are glued to the line of tan pecs and abs that are showing in the open strip of his unbuttoned shirt. I stand there unmoving, licking my lips. He clears his throat causing me to break my trance.

  “Would you prefer it if I just fuck you in the hall?” I look up at his face and melt at his smile. “Someone may interrupt us, but if that’s your kink…”

  The thought of people watching me fuck Garrett Hale actually has my core clenching, but I won’t mention that to him. I’m not an exhibitionist by any means but for some reason the idea of people seeing me ride his cock is appealing right now.

  “Maybe later,” I say with a smirk as I walk into the room.

  Garrett closes the door softly and heads towards the bar.

  “Brandy?” He asks, reaching for a tumbler.

  “It’s Alexa.” I say playfully.

  I hear him chuckle and watch as he shakes his head back and forth. “Scotch then, Alexa?”

  I don’t respond to him and he turns towards me to get my answer. I use this opportunity to get the night started.

  I untie my coat and slip it off my shoulders. “I didn’t come here to drink, Garrett. I came here to fuck.”

  Chapter 6

  Garrett

  My cock thickened the second Alexa shrugged that fucking jacket off. Her perky tits are sitting high in a lacy, black, low cut bra, nipples barely peeking out over the top. I almost groan as I take in the rest of her body. Her skin is the most amazing milky white color. Her flat stomach and lean hips have my hard cock jumping in my suit pants. I can’t help but grin at the silver, dangling charm in her belly button. What kills me the most is that fucking garter belt and those barely there lacy panties. I hope she’s not too fond of them, I think, as I picture myself ripping them from her body. I can’t wait to pull the lace topped stocking from her creamy skin, with my teeth.

  She’s looking at me quizzically, one eyebrow raised, as if she’s saying come get it big boy. This beautiful woman has no idea what’s in store for her tonight, but her running the show isn’t going to be part of it. I throw back the last of my brandy and calmly place the tumbler back on the side board.

  I stalk towards her with purpose causing her to shift her weight under my scrutiny. I circle around her, stopping to allow my gaze to inch down from her neck to her perfectly toned ass. I hum my approval and notice a slight tremble wash over her body when I drag my finger down, tracing the elegant line of her spine.

  Unable to resist the temptation I give her ass a quick slap. She moans and begins to tumble forward from the unanticipated impact. I reach out and capture her, pulling her against my chest. I can feel her stomach muscles bunch and tremble under my touch.

  “Why, Alexa am I to assume you like it a little rough by that lustful sound you just made?” My dick takes this opportunity to remind me that he wants to get involved by threatening to bust the zipper of my slacks. She doesn’t make another sound, but she assents with a slight nod of her head.

  Slowly, I slide my hand from its perch on her stomach lower towards the apex of her thighs. “And in what condition will I find this
hot little cunt?” I skim my fingers past her clit on the outside of the soon to be torn lace. “Wet? Swollen? Ready for my cock?” I inquire against her neck.

  Her soft moan informs me that chances are she’s already soaked; then the little witch proceeded to grind her ass against my solid length. “Why don’t you reach in and find out?” She coos.

  She gasped at the sudden tug of her hair. I’m able to determine her mental state better now that I have her head tugged back on my shoulder, which is important to gauge how far I can take her tonight. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is ragged.

  “Alexa.” She opens her eyes if only partially to acknowledge me.

  “Hmmm?” Is all she seems to be able to manage.

  “You need to understand that I run the show in my bedroom. You will take what I give you when I decide to let you have it. Do you understand?” Her grin and the scant dip of her head say she understands but her body tells me she’ll struggle with the rules.

  While I was explaining how things would go, she managed to get her hand on top of mine that was resting lightly on her panties, and she’s attempting to get me to move my fingers as a way to increase pressure on her pussy.

  “Looks like you will need a little help, doll.” I lazily move my hand from the juncture of her thighs, and she whimpers when I caress her outer thigh.

  The minimal skin to skin contact I have with her from the opening in my shirt is making me unbalanced. The sweet smell of her lightly perfumed skin permeates my entire being as I run my nose from her ear across her shoulder. My tongue unable to resist the urge to taste her sweeps out and licks her heated skin. She moans again as her derma blushes an amazing shade of pink, overheated by my stimulation.

  “Let’s take this to the bed, where I can attend to you properly.” I whisper in her ear.

  I guide her to the bed, never taking my hands from her body. Seemingly on instinct her hand has found mine and she’s once again doing her best to determine my actions. I spin her around to face me.

  The smile on her face is provocative and anticipatory. I allow her wandering hands to stroke my chest and remove my shirt, but when her hands make it down to my belt I seize them in mine. I take a deep breath and release it slowly when I peer down at her biting her bottom lip. If I give her anymore concessions I’ll lose control, and the culmination of tonight is already going to end in such ferocity; I can’t allow it.