by Ella Miles
He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, giving me goosebumps, as he says, “I want to tie you up to your bed, so you can’t move. Then, I want to lick honey off your bare skin before I spank your ass until it’s bright red. I won’t stop until you are screaming my name, begging me to stop because you can’t come anymore.”
Damn. He’s the clear winner so far.
Last up is a man I’ve barely noticed before. He says something into my ear, but I’m still so lost in the last guy’s words that I don’t even hear him.
“So, who is the loser?” Bayron asks.
I take a deep breath, not liking having to choose a loser.
“Number one,” I say.
“Sorry, number one. You’re out. We have one final round, which is…”
“Best kisser, of course,” I say with a large grin as I stare at the final three men that I get to kiss.
Any one of them could be amazing in bed and give me exactly what I’m looking for this week. It all comes down to who can make my toes curl the most. And I think the man who said the dirtiest line is most likely going to be the winner.
The first man steps forward, forcefully grabs my head with both hands, and presses his lips to mine. He’s aggressive. I like that. But he’s so aggressive that his lips miss my mouth initially. He quickly corrects himself, pushing his tongue into my mouth like he’s trying to suffocate me.
My eyes stay wide as he kisses me. I’m in shock as to what exactly he’s trying to do to me. I try to grab on to him to keep from falling backward, but when he releases me, I stumble backward, unable to keep my balance.
Bayron shoots me a look, asking if I’m okay.
I nod and bite my lip to keep from giving away how horrible that kiss was, so I don’t completely embarrass the poor man in front of everyone.
“All right, number two, give her your best kiss,” Bayron says.
I take a deep breath to prepare myself for his kiss. I know it can’t be any worse than the first. I know his kiss is going to be the best. He’s won everything else. He’s the one. I know it.
He walks toward me and takes me into his arms. He dips me backward as his tongue moistens his lips before he places a flawless kiss on my lips with just the tiniest hint of tongue. It is perfect. The right amount of moisture. The right amount of force. The right amount of control.
It’s a pleasant kiss that warms my insides.
He brings me back up as he ends the kiss to hoots and hollers from the crowd, obviously liking the performance he put on. I liked it, too. But something was missing. Maybe it was the fact that we were in front of a large crowd. Maybe it’s that I don’t even know his real name, and it’s keeping me from feeling more. But whatever it is, I intend on finding the missing piece to that kiss once I declare him as the winner.
I smile at him, giving him a wink, as he steps back in line with the other men.
“Woo, that was one hot kiss. I’m not sure if contestant number three can beat that, but give it your best shot,” Bayron says.
I still have my eyes glued to contestant number two when contestant number three approaches.
One of his hands goes around my waist, and the other tangles in my hair as he pulls my body tightly to his, forcing me to stop looking at any other man other than him. I get one glimpse of his dark eyes before he kisses me. And then my eyes are forced closed, his body commanding that I give everything to him in the kiss. He takes his time, not rushing it, as he expertly slips his tongue into my mouth. His hand glides down from my waist to my ass as his hard cock pushes into my stomach, making it clear how badly he wants me. I feel a shock wave shoot throughout my body as he deepens the kiss, pushing me to my limit.
He stops the kiss, but I can’t open my eyes yet. I’m panting heavily as he holds me in his arms. I feel his hand stroke my cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Being so gentle after being so rough.
I open my eyes and stare into his, not sure what the hell just happened other than something amazing. It wasn’t perfect. It was rough, primal, a panty-melting kind of kiss. The kind that only a bad boy with years of experience in getting dirty with plenty of women can give.
He slowly lets me go and takes his place back in line with the other men. I know that Bayron is going to ask me who the winner is. I thought it was going to be number two in a landslide. But number three just made things way more complicated. And, now, I’m not sure who I’m going to choose.
2
Brody
I step back into line, knowing that she is going to choose the guy to my left. Number two. She’s had eyes only for him since the competition started. But, damn, that kiss was hot.
I’ve kissed strangers before but never like that. When I kissed her, she submitted to me. She wanted me to take control. Was begging for it. And I was more than happy to take it. That’s what my whole life is. Taking charge and loving it.
I stare at her, commanding her to pick me with my eyes. I don’t think it will work, but it’s worth a shot. She’s the opposite of the type of woman that I would usually go for. She’s a troublemaker; it’s clear from this little game that she convinced the staff to play along with. I’m into corporate women who always dress classy with clean, sharp looks. But this woman doesn’t care that she breaks all the norms when it comes to her looks. She has blue streaks in her dark hair, piercings and tattoos cover her body, and the way her body moves is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. She’s confident and independent, but she seems tired of always being so in control of herself when it’s clear from her appearance that she would rather be free, going whichever way the wind pushes her. Something is stopping her. But maybe this is her way of trying to break free of whatever is holding her back.
Behind me, I hear Noah, Harry, and Levi cheering for her to pick me. They were the ones who pushed me into this ridiculous competition in the first place. I’m here to get a break from the chaos, and I brought a few members of my team along with me. I thought they had earned a much-needed break from our daily grind at the office. They jumped at the chance to push their boss into a pissing contest over a complete stranger. I regretted bringing them the second they pushed my ass onto the stage.
Now, I’m thankful. That kiss brought me back to life again. It reminded me what taking a chance with a woman feels like and how good it feels to have a woman’s lips on mine. I’ve taken a break from extracurricular activities, like fucking a woman, for far too long. That ends tonight. I want it to be with this woman in front of me, but if she doesn’t want me, there are plenty of hot women here that I can have. I’m here for seven nights. Seven women in seven nights sounds like an excellent plan.
“Can I get a drum roll, please?” Bayron says to the crowd.
Everyone begins banging on things and shouting loudly for who they want to win.
She bites her lip—a habit of hers when she doesn’t know what she wants I’ve noticed, or at least guess since she’s done exactly that half a dozen times since the competition started. Or she does, but she is not ready to say it yet.
Her eyes are bright and wild as she looks from the first man to the second and then finally to me. I smirk at her. She won’t pick me, but I want my face burned into her memory, so when she is fucking him later, my face will pop into her mind, making her second-guess her choice. I want her to regret not choosing me every day.
“And the moment of truth! Will it be contestant number one?” Bayron says as the first guy’s friends cheer him on. “Contestant number two?”
The crowd cheers loudly for contestant number two.
“Or contestant number three?”
Again, the crowd cheers loudly at the same level they did for the guy in front of me.
“And the winner is…” Bayron holds the microphone to her luscious lips, which she is still biting into.
I should have bitten her lip when I had the chance just to see what all the fuss was about.
“Number three.”
The crowd cheers while I try to keep my
bewilderment at winning off my face. No one needs to know that I’m not a cocky ass who thought I had this in the bag from the beginning.
The other men sulk off, disappointed that they lost. I stride forward to claim my prize and bite the lip that I’ve been thinking about for the last few minutes.
But Bayron stops me in my tracks before I can even get close to her.
“You hurt her, I’ll kill you. And I know where you sleep at night. Understand?”
I nod, not understanding why the staff would care so much about one of its guests.
Bayron escorts me over the few feet to her.
“Skye, this is Brody. Brody, this is Skye.”
“Brody?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at my name.
“Yes. You have a problem with my name?”
She laughs. “No, it sounds like a name for an arrogant man who knows how to treat a woman in bed. Just my type.”
My eyes dart over her body again, taking in her breathing that has sped up as her chest rises and falls beneath the bikini top that barely covers her body. Her eyes dilate as she looks me over as well, and from how she moistens her lips, she is more than happy with what she sees me. She might have struggled with her decision between me and the other guy, but tonight, I’ll make sure she forgets that any other man exists.
She licks her lips again, and I know she is preparing for another life-altering kiss. Her whole body is on alert, waiting for me to make my move now that she has chosen me. I don’t know anything other than her name, but I already know from her expression that she is ready for me to sweep her off her feet and go fuck her in the nearest bedroom. I’ll happily answer her wishes.
I take a step forward. I grab her and pull her close to me again. I love how her heartbeat picks up while her breathing all but stops when I simply hold her in my arms. I can’t imagine what her body will do when I actually take her back to my room and strip her naked.
“Excuse me,” Bayron says, pushing between us, cockblocking me.
I glare at him like I’ve never glared at a man before. I won. She chose me. I played all of his stupid games. Now, let me have her.
The only thing keeping me from punching him right now is that, if I do, I know I’ll get thrown out of the resort, and I won’t ever be able to have her.
“The resort would like to give you both a gift,” Bayron says.
“That’s really not necessary, Bayron. I appreciate you playing along with my stupid game,” Skye says, not looking at Bayron. She’s looking at me like she’s about to devour me.
My cocks twitches at that thought.
“Oh, but it is. You are one of our favorite guests, Miss Skye, and we want to make sure you are thoroughly taken care of while you are here. And that means giving you a special gift to celebrate your new relationship.”
Don’t kill him. Don’t kill him, I repeat in my head. I can’t have the girl if I kill him.
“And what gift is that?” Skye asks, her throat dry and raspy as she speaks.
“We want to make sure your first date is spectacular. So, we will go all out tonight to throw you the best first date possible. It will be the most romantic moment of your life.”
“This isn’t about romance,” Skye says.
Bayron grabs her arm and turns her from me, whispering loud enough that I can still hear him. “A little romance never hurt anyone. I have a full day planned with a spa trip to prepare you for your date tonight.” He turns his head back to me. “The date starts promptly at seven. I’ll have someone send more information to your room shortly, Mr. Brody.”
And then he takes Skye and walks her away from me. I don’t get my kiss. I barely even got to put my hands on her. I want to run after her and kidnap her out of his pushy hands.
Skye glances back at me one last time before Bayron leads her around the building and out of view. The look she gives me is one that asks me to save her. I want to. But I know that the asshole who has a grip on her arm won’t let me.
Tonight. I’ll have to find a way to put an end to the romance and get to the fun part. It’s clear that Skye is on the same page with me on that one.
I walk back to where the guys are still sitting.
“You won. But why do you look like you do when we are in a meeting and you hate everything that we have presented to you?” Noah asks.
“Because I’m in a foul mood.”
“Where’s your woman?” Harry asks, laughing.
“Bayron took her for a day of pampering before our date tonight.”
“Ooh, date. I can’t imagine you dating,” Harry teases.
“That’s because I don’t date. I never have. And I don’t plan on going on one tonight.”
“Then, what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to kidnap the girl that I won from the bastard who thinks he’s in charge of her well-being, taking back control into my own hands.”
The seven hours until our “date” creep by slowly. The guys thought I should spend it getting drunk, which would have been the more fun way to spend the day. But I hardly ever get drunk. I don’t like losing control. And, tonight, in order to get Skye away from Bayron and his staff, I need to be clearheaded.
So, instead, I spent it working out, working on my computer, and trying to get Skye out of my damn head. I’ve never had a woman take over my head before. Work always keeps me plenty busy enough to push away any flickers of thoughts about boobs or ass. But even work wasn’t enough to keep the sway of her hips as she walked away from me out of my mind.
I hear a knock on the door to my suite. I growl, not wanting to see whoever is on the other side of that damn door unless it’s Skye. The last time I answered the door, a nicely dressed man delivered my outfit for tonight. Like I was incapable of picking out my own clothes for a date.
I walk over to the door and throw it open. “What?”
Bayron frowns. “You’re not wearing what was delivered to you.”
I glance down at my khaki shorts and a dark V-neck T-shirt. “I’m sure I’m dressed well enough for whatever it is you are having us do.”
He ignores me and pushes into my room. He walks over to the floor of my bed where I tossed the bag that was delivered to my room an hour ago. He picks it up and pulls out a light-blue button-down shirt, khaki pants, dress shoes, and a tie.
“Get dressed,” he says, walking back to the door.
“And if I don’t?”
“Then, I guess I’ll have to find Matt, the runner-up, to take your place on the date with Skye tonight. And shave, too.”
He slams the door. I rip the shirt off my body and throw it at the door, hoping it will help me not kill him. I still want to, but I try to be a good boy. I shave. I get dressed in the clothes that were delivered to me. I’ll play along until I have my chance to steal Skye away to do something with a lot less romance.
I open the door when I’m dressed. Bayron scans me up and down and must approve because he waves me to follow him. I follow him out of my suite and down the hallway to the elevator.
We step on.
“So, what is this grand date you have planned for us tonight?”
“You’ll find out.”
“So, why are you doing this again? Trying to make tonight so perfect for us?”
The doors open to the ground floor, and we both step out.
“Because Skye is a very important guest to us.”
“You mean that she is related to the owner.”
He shakes his head. “No, she’s just special.”
“You have a thing for her or something?”
“No, Mr. Brody, I just care about her. You can ask Miss Skye why if you want more details,” he says, ending the conversation.
I put my hands in my pockets as I follow him out toward the beach, waiting for a clue as to what we are doing. I find none. We stop suddenly in the sand.
“Wait here,” he says.
I sigh but do what I was told.
I watch Bayron jog back up toward the resort and
then disappear. I glance around me, waiting for someone to jump out and mug me if Bayron has his way. Just when I’m about done with this waiting crap, I see her.
She walks down the beach toward me without Bayron in sight—thank god. She’s wearing a light-gray dress that is cut low in the front and then hugs tightly to her body before flowing around her legs. It shimmers a little toward the bottom as she walks, as if each step she takes makes the sand beneath her feet sparkle. The wind blows and tousles her hair over her head while the dress blows at her feet.
He told me to wait. Like a dog. I’m not waiting anymore.
I jog toward her far too fast for someone who is going on a date with a woman he doesn’t even know. But I don’t care what she thinks of me right now. Today has been hell, waiting after our kiss this morning.
She starts running toward me as well until we crash into each other, our lips locking together immediately before anyone has a chance to tell us otherwise. Our hands grab on to each other, holding us together instead of exploring each other’s bodies like I really want to be doing.
Her tongue darts into my mouth, begging me to take the kiss further and making it known just how badly she has wanted to kiss me all day. It makes me hungrier. I need her now.
I deepen the kiss, pushing her lips apart wider as my tongue pushes inside her, massaging her tongue. I hear the purr in her throat in response. She loves it when I kiss her. It’s what caused me to win. One kiss changed it all.
We hear a throat clearing, and she reluctantly starts to pull away, but I won’t let her. Not until I’ve had one last taste.
I pull her bottom lip into my mouth and gently bite down. I feel her body tighten in my arms as she tries to keep the intense feelings of desire at bay.
I let her go then. Satisfied with finally getting to taste her lip.
“Right this way,” Bayron says as he starts walking us down the beach.
I wrestle with myself between grabbing Skye and taking off now or waiting until later. I decide on later. I’m sure he just has a dinner or something set up. We can eat quickly and then get out of here.