by DeRosa, Mila
“Bar is closed to you sir, as closed as my bookcase.” She laughed as he raked his fingers through his hair.
“You’re not making this easy on me, Bryn.”
“Easy is overrated—trust me.” She winked at him, picked up Colin’s drink and headed over to him.
The evening flowed as smooth as all events Sally coordinated. The main meal, served in the dining room, was delicious as was the dessert that followed. With the amount of food and drink she’d consumed, Bryn wished she’d opted for a less fitting dress.
As they moved back into the lobby, to sit around the fire before turning in for the night, Bryn excused herself. She hadn’t been to the bathroom all night and was certain she’d burst if she didn’t relieve herself soon.
“There’s a bathroom through there.” Sally pointed to the corridor off to the left. “First right, second left.”
The house never seemed to run out of doors, rooms or corridors. The place was huge. A few more drinks and she’d undoubtedly get lost.
Returning to the lobby she saw that Sally had issued drinks and was sitting between Luke and Lara on one sofa. Colin and Elise took the two single seaters, Reeves and Leah the other sofa. Instead of squeezing in between them, Bryn opted to stand with her back to the fire, warming herself.
“White Russian on the coffee table for you, Bryn. It’ll warm your insides.” Sally thought of everything.
“Thanks.” She leaned over to pick up the mug, straightened and then lifted the brew to her lips. Breathing in she knew it’d be delicious even before having a taste.
The discussion thinned the longer they sat. Too full and saturated in alcohol to spark up a lively conversation.
“Well, that’s me done.” Colin finished his drink and set it on the coffee table. “Can I give you a hand cleaning up before I call it a night?” He directed his question to Sally who shook her head.
“Thanks for the offer.” She smiled over the brim of her mug, seemingly in no hurry to clean up after anyone.
One short nod and then he stood. “Thank you for a lovely evening, I’ll be downstairs by nine in the morning, ready to go.”
“Nine—really?” Elise groaned in protest. “Nine thirty?” She bartered time like the competent businesswoman Bryn suspected she was—and she won.
Instead of overruling them, Reeves sat back and watched the exchange take place, amusement painted in his expression.
“Me and mornings on the weekend are not acquainted, so I shall call it a night also.” Leah stood, and Lara and Elise followed suit. The chorus of goodnights was followed by silence.
Once they were gone, Sally stood, placed her mug on the table, and took off. “I think I’m going to burst.”
Luke covered his face with his hands. “No, Mom, too much information.” He shook his head.
Reeves laughed. He seemed to enjoy the dynamics between them.
Having finished her White Russian, Bryn set about gathering mugs and carrying them to the kitchen where she loaded them in the dishwasher, Reeves and Luke followed, hands full.
Luke stifled a yawn.
“You head up to bed, we can finish up here,” Reeves suggested.
“Thanks. Not used to staying up so late since I left the mob.”
“That’s a good thing—let’s keep it that way.” Reeves clapped him gently on the shoulder. “Thanks for your help tonight, I appreciate it.”
“No problem.” He didn’t linger once dismissed. No doubt he’d catch up with Sally on his way out.
“And, I appreciate all you’ve done tonight too.”
Bryn straightened after she finished loading the dishwasher. “I didn’t do much, but you’re welcome.” She glanced up at him. Even in heels he made her feel tiny.
“Any thoughts about the job proposal?”
“It certainly appeals. Your angle is a good one, one I support wholeheartedly.”
“Then sit in with us tomorrow, you could take notes and we’ll take it from there?” The doubt in his tone indicated she had a choice. He was good like that, never too demanding or forceful.
“Sounds like a good plan.”
Reaching up, Reeves brushed strands of hair from her face, then tucked them behind her ear. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips across hers. Light as a feather, yet intense.
Mirroring his stance, she lifted her hand to cup the nape of his neck, before responding with a kiss to match the intensity of his offering.
Chapter 11
“Shall we continue this in a more private setting?” There was no denying he wasn’t confident in assuming their kiss would escalate to more.
Bryn nodded.
“My room?” He trailed kisses along her neck to the sensitive skin above her collarbone where he lingered long enough for her to shudder, then travelled a different path to below her ear. His breath was hot against her flesh, and she shuddered again.
“Perhaps we could go to mine.” As silly as it sounded, she didn’t want to think about how many women he’d taken to his room before her. Rich, sophisticated, beautiful women with a past they weren’t running from and a future with promise beyond more running.
Before she could protest, he scooped her up in his arms, and cradled her close to his chest.
“Do you not think it’d be quicker if I walk?” The words were out before she gave much thought to how desperate they sounded.
“Oh, you want to get there quicker do you, young lady?” A smirk touched the corners of his lips as he teased her. At the base of the staircase he set her down, but before she could head up, he covered her mouth with his and guided her back until she was pressed up against the wall. Gripping her wrists he held them above her head, securing them in place with one hand as he continued to kiss her—slow and deep. With his free hand, he explored the curves of her body, over her dress; until he slid his hand low enough to reach the hemline. Fingertips pressed into her flesh, he ventured back up her thigh. No more over the fabric touching—skin to skin, the sensation of his touch lingered after he moved on.
Bryn sucked in a deep breath when he paused at the lace trim high on her hip, tracing the line in and down, he stopped. Anticipating his next move was almost as intense as the clench to her core. Desire peeked, his cock hard against her leg as he pressed up against her. His tongue kneaded hers as the urgency of his kiss became apparent.
Skillfully, he ventured beneath the lace and slipped his finger deep inside her in one swift movement. Catching her by surprise she released a loud groan swallowed by his kiss. Cupping her pussy with the rest of his fingers, he reached deep, rotating and plunging in and out. The rhythm of his tongue mimicked his touch until she was dripping. Her orgasm threatened, her muscles clenched as he slid his finger out and, slick with her juices, rubbed forward and back from opening to clit.
She struggled against the hand holding her arms above her head, but he didn’t loosen his grip. The added intensity of being restrained was too much, and the orgasm ripped through her before she could stop it.
It had been a long time since she was with a man, not that she intended to share that with Reeves. Although, given her quick response he probably guessed already.
“Can I still come to your room?” He seemed hesitant, as if he half expected her to say no.
“Hmm—” she paused, an attempt to make him sweat.
Eyes wide, he didn’t protest to her hesitation, but the slight jut of his lower lip indicated he was pouting inwardly.
“You’re the one still pinning me to the wall.” She flicked her eyes up, as if reminding him of his restraint.
“Fair point.” He released a throaty chuckle as he let go of her wrists, and she lowered her arms.
The tension slipped from her as she led Reeves by the hand, up the stairs and down the passageway to her room. No longer shy after shattering beneath his touch, as she thought she would be. Although she didn’t want to think about it, practice makes perfect. There was no denying Reeves was good with his hands, and she’d experienced just
the tip of his talents.
Even through jeans she could tell he was well equipped. Her muscles pulsed thinking about the pressure that grew as he worked her to orgasm. With a bit of luck he could control himself a little better than she had. Her dry spell was well and truly over. Like a recovered user, she’d had a taste and wanted more.
As soon as the door was closed, she was pressed up against it and he was in control. It wasn’t often she so willingly handed herself over to another, but under his spell she didn’t want it any other way.
He flicked the lock on the door before gripping the back of her thighs with each hand, and lifted her high enough so her pussy was above his cock. Still fully clothed he set a rhythm, grinding against her he pressed his mouth to hers and flicked his tongue between slightly parted lips. Fingertips pressed into bare flesh, he gripped her tight and spread her wide, stretching her opening despite being inches away.
As good as it felt she wanted him deep inside her. “I want you, Reeves,” she muttered, her lips still against his.
“Patience, baby.” His tone was husky, as hungry for more as she, but savoring the moment for all it offered. Sliding both hands in to her center, he snagged the lace of her knickers and pulled them aside with one hand, and plunged two fingers deep inside with the other. “I’m not finished with you yet.” Buried up to his knuckles he ground deep, stretching her opening further than before. The pressure was intense, almost too much so. A low guttural moan escaped her, as she tipped her head back to rest against the door, and bearing down, she sat heavy on his hand wanting him to reach further inside her. Bordering pleasure and pain, he slipped in a third finger drawing the two sensations into one as he indulged on the exposed flesh of her neck.
In and out he thrust, still grinding at a pace that matched. Her breathing deepened as he drove her closer to her climax.
“Not yet, baby,” he breathed close to her ear. His breath warm against her skin, she tried to focus on something other than the sensation between her legs, a throb she knew would linger through to the following day. She ached for him. Wanted to slow it up and feel him sliding in and out of her. The pressure was back as he pushed deeper into her pussy and held his hand still, releasing his hold on her thigh, steadying her with the fingers buried inside. The additional weight against his hand send a burn through to her core. Deliciously painful, she cried out, her orgasm close as he released his weight from her body and let her feet down on the floor, ever so slightly reducing the pressure he applied to her pussy. He dropped to his knees in front of her, slowly removing his fingers to drag her knickers down her legs. She stepped one foot out of them, but his head was buried in her crutch, feasting on her, before she could even think of lifting her other foot. He gripped her ass and pulled her in to his face as he lapped at her juices. A little dizzy from over stimulation she pressed her shoulder blades against the door for balance, leaving her no choice but to tilt her pelvis forward. He dipped his head lower, his tongue pressed against flesh, pussy side of her asshole, he swept his tongue forward, stopping to graze his teeth over her clit before gently biting down on the flesh, harder until she cried out. In a complete contradiction he pulled his head back enough to blow cool air over the site for a moment before taking the sensitive bulb in his mouth and sucking hard. Gripping her ass, one cheek in each hand, he spread her as he covered her lips with his and plunged his tongue inside. Slowly, kneading the flesh of her ass, he drew his hands close enough together to apply pressure to her rear opening. He didn’t enter her as he ate her out, but, as if possessed, she hungered for more.
He stopped before she peaked again. “I want you,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire, fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans as he stood.
With the skirt of her dress hitch, knickers pooling at her feet, Bryn didn’t wait for him to guide her to where he wanted to take her. Instead, she turned and placed the palms of her hands against the door, ass exposed as she invited him to take her from behind.
“Are you sure?” He hesitated, giving her time to rethink her offer.
“Hard and fast.” She took a step further away from the door, spread her legs a little wider, and arched her back, curling her ass higher to offer a clearer path for his release.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he took his stance, gripped her hips, and plunged deep inside her with one sharp thrust.
Bryn gasped. He was bigger than she expected, the blissful burn was back as he remained buried inside her for a moment, rotating his hips slightly as he adjusted his footing.
“Hard and fast, you said?”
“The harder and faster the better.” She leaned forward a little further, supporting herself with her forearms, and opening herself up to him.
“Then you better hold on, baby.” He took his time to withdraw, as he did to fill her up again.
She sucked in a deep breath, knowing he was working himself up for the onslaught that was to follow. His grip on her hips tightened, withdrew again, and just as she thought he was going to ease back in, he took her by surprise and thrust forward as hard and fast as she was wanting.
Chapter 12
Bryn presented in the lobby at nine thirty. Jeans teamed with a baby pink cashmere sweater and black boots, hair scooped into a long pony and a dab of makeup on her face, was as good as it got after a night of multiple orgasms. Even after taking her against the door, Reeves took her three more times before they fell asleep, naked and still wrapped around each other.
When the rest of the party came down to join her she was pleased to see she fitted in with the rest of them. Reeves was the last to join them, trying to manage computer case, files and a note book and pen. Bryn crossed the room to meet him at the bottom of the stairs and took the files and notebook.
“Thanks.” His gaze was as intense as his first kiss the night before.
She smiled. Awkward wasn’t the way she wanted to kick the day off, but when she’d finished the night off in the arms of her boss, what else did she expect.
“Good morning. I hope you slept well.” He lingered before breaking eye contact to direct his greeting to the rest of his guests.
“Never better.” Elise’s response summed it up for them all.
“Good.” There was no questioning that Reeves was all about business today—friendly, but to the point and direct. “Shall we get started? I’ve arranged breakfast to be served in the boardroom.”
Bryn almost blurted out, you have a boardroom here, but managed to stop herself in time. The others didn’t even bat an eyelid. She was playing with he big boys now—and oh, how she liked how the other half lived. Her father had offered a flashy lifestyle, but one not so elegant as Reeves.
The room was large with a black glass table long enough to comfortably accommodate a dozen chairs in the center. A projector screen covered the far end wall, whilst the others were decorated with tasteful modern art, shades of grey through to black enhanced with turquoise blue. Tall lamps stood in either corner at the back of the room, the glossy black cabinet between them was set with a coffee machine, an assortment of teas, and hot chocolate.
Everything about the room, as with the rest of the house, was luxurious and, yet, like the club, sleek and stylish—a reflection of the man in charge.
Once settled around the table, Reeves sent a message to the kitchen that they were ready for breakfast, and then the meeting began.
Reeves reiterated what he had shared with her, Sally and Luke, before the others arrived. A brief description of how they would conduct a project to draw youth off the streets. To provide them with training in different fields to set them up with options other than dealing in the future.
As if a choreographed dance, Sally entered followed by Luke, with platters in hand. Quietly she set hers down in the center of the table, then took the ones from Luke and did the same. They then set plates, cutlery and glasses along side each of them and then left the room, returning moments later with jugs of freshly squeezed juice and milk, which she placed alo
ngside the coffee machine.
“Please, help yourself to food and drinks—Thanks Sally, Luke.” His smile was warm with appreciation. A pang of guilt whipped through Bryn as she too was being served along with the high fliers.
“Thank you.” She mouthed as Reeves continued to present his proposal.
Once done, he opened the floor for discussion. Even Colin seemed enthusiastic. A charitable organization may not see revenue pouring into his accounts, but an investment all the same. Tax perks were a bonus, and the boost to reputation was always a favorable thing.
Focus turned to plans of how to best pull off such an enormous project, the fastest, yet most effective way. Fundraising ideas joined the discussion, as did real estate and location options.
“Who are our primary targets? And what exactly are we planning to offer.” Leah toyed with the lid of her pen.
“Education on the job for those who’ve dropped out of school, to earn an income to help their struggling family—generally due to one parent leaving, or being incapacitated courtesy to substance abuse.” Reeves rattled off an image of their ideal.
Leah nodded and wrote notes on the page in front of her.
Bryn did the same, documenting as much of the conversation as she could. Reeves had given her instruction to take down as much of the conversation, mostly said or asked by the others. This weekend is pretty casual. All I’m doing is throwing an idea out there. I’ll give you a rundown of exactly what I need you to do in the future, if you decide to take the job. He assured her.
She planned to take it. She’d be stupid not to make the most of such an opportunity. Besides, there wasn’t another cause she’d rather support than one so close to her own experience. Although, hard up for cash wasn’t her issue, it was merely an expectation to learn the family business.
They wrapped things up a little after midday, leaving enough time to freshen up before lunch. The sun was out, and so they planned to dine outdoors, which Bryn was looking forward to—although, she planned to pull her weight, to help Sally and Luke out with the service, so she might not get as much sun as she hoped for. Hiding away for so long meant lazy days by the pool and sipping cocktails wasn’t something she’d done since she lived at her parents. Their estate resembled a resort, luxury not something Bryn had gone without in her younger years.