by Gayle, E. M.
All the way back to his room he couldn’t stop staring at her soiled wedding dress. The irony of that wasn’t lost on him, nor was the twinge of guilt. If she belonged to someone else he might go out of his mind. He didn’t poach from other guys, but one taste of her and he sure as shit knew it wasn’t enough.
Whoever she’d run from couldn’t have her back. Whoever had been dumb enough to let her get away could go fuck himself.
His dick twitched.
He had no idea where this sudden bout of possessiveness came from, but he aimed to fuck it out if that’s what it took. With no current job prospects, the Club breathing down his neck, a house full of ghosts waiting for him and only his savings and a meager disability check to live on, he was hardly in the position for a relationship.
She’d probably come to her senses and want to go back anyway. It hadn’t escaped his notice that the gown and shoes she wore were designer. Both were probably worth more than he’d made in a decade with the Marines. Rich didn’t slum with the likes of his kind for long.
So he’d get what he could while he had the chance.
Right now their fingers were intertwined and her head rested against his arm. Yet, it didn’t seem awkward not to talk. He imagined she needed to process what just happened as much as he did.
Although admittedly his brain was mostly focused on getting her naked and doing it again.
She had a sweet little pussy, but he wanted to see the whole package. He wanted to feel her naked body sliding against his as he fucked into her. Maybe watch her drop to her knees and take him into her lush mouth.
Fuck.
These thoughts were making him hard again. Not that he needed any help in that department with her around. From the moment he’d seen her looking so sad and lonely out on the pier, she affected him.
She wasn’t classically beautiful but with long dark hair, tanned skin and a curvy figure she looked hot as sin, and he really liked that. Her dark eyes were shockingly expressive. So much so that he got the impression that with her, what you see is what you get.
Actually, the more he thought about it the more he couldn’t point to any one thing that made her stand out. It was the whole package. Strong features she embraced, emotions she couldn’t quite keep in check at all times and the general gut reaction he got when around her.
Not for the first time he wondered what her story was and how she ended up here with him.
After a quick elevator ride and a short walk down a corridor, he used his keycard to let them in his room. When he closed the door behind them he caught sight of a quick shiver work down her spine.
“You okay?” The room wasn’t 5-star fancy, but it wasn’t a motel dump either. It looked clean and modern with a bathroom that beat the barracks any day and the hotel came with a fair amount of amenities. Such as the rooftop pool. His body tightened. Thank God for the rooftop.
She turned and smiled at him. “I’m good.”
“What’s the status of that dress? You planning to save it.”
She looked down at the yards of fabric that hid her from him. “God no. Thinking a nice ritual burning would be good.”
“Perfect.” He bent down and pulled a knife from his boot and flicked the wicked looking blade open.
“Whoa.” She took several steps back with her hands held out in front of her, her eyes gone wide with fear.
“Relax, Princess. It’s for the dress.”
“I could just unzip it.”
He smiled down at her. “Now what fun would that be?”
Houston grabbed her arm and flipped her around. “Hold still.” That was the only warning she got before he sliced her dress down the back. The gown fell away and the sight rendered him speechless.
She had warned him that she had a bustier underneath but he hadn’t been able to picture it until now. Peek a boo, his ass. That top was completely see through. He attempted to pull himself together and put his tongue back in his mouth. A little hard with the image of her tiny waist highlighted by white lace and half of a perfectly generous ass staring him in the face.
“Turn around.”
She moved slowly. Not in a seductive 'I’m a stripper looking for a big tip' way, but a shy, unsure way. So damned cute.
“Jesus.” When she finally faced him he wanted to drop to his knees and thank fuck he found her on that pier. He didn’t deserve such a gift, but that wasn’t about to stop him from taking her again anyways. And then again and again, because he couldn’t picture a moment when he would no longer want to get inside her.
“What’s wrong?” She turned and wrapped her arms across her chest. “I’m sorry.” She grabbed her dress from the floor and used it to hide from him.
“What the hell, Princess?”
“I’m sorry if you’re disappointed. Maybe if you have a T-shirt I can borrow I can cover up until I can get some new clothes.”
He didn’t understand the nonsense coming out of her mouth. “Why the hell would I want to cover that up?” He waved his knife up and down to emphasize his point about her body when he realized it looked more like he was waving a weapon at her than a tool.
“You aren’t the first person who was disappointed in how I look in my underwear.”
His jaw hardened the minute the words were out of her mouth. “I think you’ve mistaken my reaction, babe. What I saw was so fucking hot I needed a moment to recover.”
This time her mouth dropped open.
He slid the knife onto the nightstand and stalked closer to her. “Look at my dick.” He grabbed his shit through his jeans. “You think I get this hard if I don’t like what I see?”
She shrugged, a slight smirk tilting her lips. “I don’t know. We just met.”
He tucked his finger under her chin and lifted until their gazes met. “I just had you and already I’m dying for you again. That don’t happen with just anyone. You are shit hot and anyone who disagrees with me is a fucking idiot.”
This close he watched her eyes dilate as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I’m already thinking of at least fifty ways I’d like to fuck you. The desk, the shower, the bed, your ass, between your tits… The list goes on. Any of that sound good to you or do you still want to borrow a shirt?”
Apparently speechless, she shook her head.
“That’s better. Now that we got that settled you gotta make yourself at home for a few minutes. I gotta go out.”
“Go out?”
His voice softened. “Yeah, babe. If we’re going to get started on those fifty different ways to fuck, I’m going to need some condoms. I only had the one in my wallet.”
“Ohhh.” Her mouth formed a perfect little O and it took a tremendous amount of restraint on his part not to push his dick through it.
Houston backed away before he did something she couldn’t handle. Along with the possessiveness she awakened, he was beginning to feel like an animal that wanted to stake some sort of a claim. Apparently the idea that someone had previously objected to the way she looked was fucking with his head.
A run for condoms was the perfect excuse for him to restore his clarity and control.
“Make yourself at home. The shower’s in there.” He pointed to the door on the other side of the bed. “And a room service menu is by the phone. Why don’t you order us something? I think we’re going to need it to keep our strength up.”
“Okay.”
“I’m taking this with me.” He grabbed the ruined wedding dress from her hands before she could object and crumpled it into as small a ball as he could. With a sense of triumph over the stunned look on her face, he turned and left the room before he lost all sense and insisted on riding her bareback.
Jesus fuck, he was losing it.
Chapter Eight
Izzy
After Houston left, I sat down heavily on the bed and cradled my head. At this point I wasn’t sure which one of us was crazy. Me for sleeping with a stranger or him for picking up a woman in a wedding
dress? Maybe both.
As I glanced around the room, a tight pang of unease clutched in my stomach. I wrapped my arms around myself. The fear of the unknown grabbed hold and threatened to drown me. I’d made the right decision to flee, but beyond tonight I had no idea what my future looked like.
A sigh pushed past my lips. I needed a freaking chill pill.
I only hoped a shower would give me a sense of clarity and some freedom from thoughts of my old life. I shuddered to think of where that dress would end up. Although I had no business feeling guilt over it. That overpriced and overdone gown represented everything tainted about my life.
Houston, on the other hand…
Everything about the way that man looked at me made my body tremble with need. I could still feel his hands on my skin and the slide of his cock sinking into me. A quick shiver worked through me.
But in the back of my mind, where my self preservation resided, a sense of dread still loomed.
Fortunately, my stomach rumbled, forcing me to temporarily push away my fears. Okay, first I’d order some food and then get cleaned up. It wasn’t necessary to figure out every detail of my future right this minute.
Hopefully by the time Houston returned from his condom run, dinner would be here and I could take a few minutes to ask him more than his first name before I tripped and fell on his cock again.
I was still smiling ten minutes later with the hot water sluicing over me and it felt great. Letting Houston get rid of my dress had been the perfect metaphor for change, as was the lingerie sitting at the bottom of his trash can. Out with the old and in with the new.
So what if I didn’t know exactly what my future held. I had walked into an interesting opportunity and I deserved to enjoy this brief time with my badass. Tomorrow I could start sorting out what came next.
The longer I stood there scrubbing my body, I began to realize what thoughts of Houston did to my libido. My nipples were puckered tight and the slickness between my thighs had less to do with the shower and more to do with my heated thoughts.
I imagined my hot badass reaching between my legs and rubbing a finger across my clit. It would be so easy to…
It started with a quick graze of my fingers across my nipples, sending a hard shudder down my spine. I moaned into the spray of water. Maybe just a little more.
I shouldn’t need this after how hard he made me come. But he’d crashed down my gate and now I couldn’t stop thinking about more.
I slid my hand down my stomach, towards the aching spot that wanted my attention, I—
“Don’t you dare.”
My eyes flew open at the gruff command. My badass stood outside the glass shower watching me. His hands were already reaching for the hem of his shirt. With wide eyes and plenty of curiosity I watched him undress until he stood in front of me with nothing on but a pair of silver dog tags hanging around his neck.
So my badass was in the military. Interesting. Although that didn’t interest me nearly as much as the rest of him.
Holy shit.
He was so gorgeous I forgot all about touching myself. Instead I wanted to rake my hands down his chest and touch—
Holy shit again.
I knew it was big, I'd seen a glimpse of it on the rooftop, felt every glorious inch pumping inside me. Somehow that did not compare with the whole package that stood before my eyes. Acres of beautiful skin covered in a variety of tattoos and scars that I longed to examine one by one. But say what you will, it was his cock that captured my attention. Long, hard and thick with a glistening drop of fluid on the end.
“Seriously?” I said, unable to take my eyes off of it. Whatever was going on in my body before was nothing compared to the blood roaring, clit aching sensations rushing through me now. My knees even went a little weak.
He stepped into the shower and forced me back against the wall to give him room. “I am not entirely sure what you are referring to, Princess, but I can’t believe I found you touching yourself.”
“I couldn’t help it. I kept thinking about us out on the roof.” I tentatively reached for his chest, aching to touch him. My eyes slid closed when my fingers connected to the heat of his skin as a fresh wave of desire flooded through me.
“You and me both. I’m sure the clerk at the store is wondering why I bought so many condoms.”
“Wha—” I literally choked on my response, unable to finish because his hand cupped my left breast.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about getting back to you. To return and find you in the shower like this is fucking divine.”
I didn’t get to respond because he covered my mouth with his. That extra touch sparked a fever between us as our tongues curled around each other in a brain-melting kiss that left me moaning when he moved his lips to my jaw and neck.
“No more dress to keep us apart,” he whispered across my skin.
My stomach fluttered with each urgent press of his mouth until I gave up on trying to come up with a response. My head fell back on the shower wall and I nearly came the moment his lips wrapped around my nipple. His assault moved from one breast to the other as my mind spiraled out of control. The alternation of strokes and little sucks sent sparks of heat between my legs. I was beginning to ache because I needed to be filled.
“Please, Houston. Please…”
“Mmm.” He grazed a nipple with his teeth. “Say my name again.”
“Houston,” I sighed. Please never let this stop. He abandoned my breast and slid his hand down my stomach.
“If you touch me I’m going to come.”
“Nothing wrong with that, baby.”
Except instead of continuing the trail, he flipped me over so I faced the wall.
“Put your leg right here on the bench.” He lifted my thigh and placed my foot on the tile. “Good girl. Now grab that bar above your head.” He guided my hands and I did as instructed.
“Perfect, now don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
He jumped from the shower and left me. As much as that made me want to turn around and see what he was doing, I liked the idea of following his command more. So I waited, pressing my forehead to the wall in front of me.
The plastic crinkle of him tearing open a package made me sigh. Shit. I was so into this he could have screwed me without one and I probably wouldn’t have noticed.
“I’m hard as a fucking rock, Princess. I hope you’re ready for that.” He stepped back into the shower and pressed his front to my back, his hands grabbing the backs of my thighs to spread me wider. “Balls deep, baby.”
A second later he lined up the head of his cock to my entrance and shoved straight into me without another word. My world tilted and I might have screamed because his mouth was at my ear whispering about how hot and tight I was.
The weight of his body pressed me into the wall and every inch of me felt invaded. I freaking loved it.
And then it got better.
His clever fingers sought out my clit and began a rough back and forth slide. With pressure building in my belly at an alarming rate he began massaging my insides with long, slow strokes.
“Ohhh.” I bit my lip to keep from screaming again.
“Fuck, baby.” He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh and pulled me on and off his cock. Unlike the last time, he took his time, building my orgasm in a slow steady climb. My heart was beating out of control, and my legs shook with need.
He leaned over me and peppered kisses along my back, making me wiggle every time he touched a sensitive spot. My muscles clenched.
He groaned. “You’re killing me, Princess.”
I liked that I had the power to do that even in this position so I did it again, tightening my muscles around him. If I wasn’t already out of my mind I would have smiled when he stiffened and moaned behind me. I let go and squeezed again.
“Shit.” He lifted my hips and thrust harder at a slightly different angle, one obviously designed to hit my G-spot.
“Ohh. Ohh.” T
he slow burn of an orgasm suddenly exploded within me, robbing me of air. My muscles tightened, freezing me in place, unable to even scream.
The guttural groans behind me melded into short, rough grunts as he slammed me harder, filling me entirely. He grabbed my shoulder with one of his hands and held me to the wall, while he banged into me several more times. After countless strokes he buried deep and held, his body shuddering behind me.
Neither of us moved or said a word, the only sounds the falling water and our heavy breathing. When the water turned cool I jerked free from my sex stupor, attempting to shift out of the spray.
He must have felt it too as he slid from me and lowered my leg. He quickly reached past me and turned off the water. I collapsed on the bench, unable to stand any longer. Again, I sat shocked by the overwhelming sensations still fluttering through me.
In a vague sense of reality I watched him remove and discard the condom before grabbing a towel and returning to me. As if sensing I had no energy to move my arms or legs yet, he took the time to alternately dry and kiss my bare skin.
“Is it always like this?” My voice cracked, but I finally got the burning question out of my brain.
“Sex is almost always good, but no it is definitely not always this fucking hot.” He dropped a quick kiss on the top of my head before scooping me into his arms.
Chapter Nine
Izzy
He carried me to the bed and set me down against a stack of pillows. “You need to eat. Good thing for us dinner was delivered right after I returned.”
I nodded. “I don’t have any clothes.”
He reached behind him and dug through his bag. “Here,” he handed me a grey T-shirt with USMC emblazoned across the front. “I’d be happy to keep you naked and in my bed tonight, but if there’s any hope for getting you fed before our next round, you need to cover up.” He wagged his brows at me while shoving his legs into a pair of green sweats.
I looked down a little shocked to discover I was naked from head to toe and not bothered by it. Where had self-consciousness disappeared to? Still, I took the shirt from him and swept it over my head, sighing at the soft, lived-in feel of worn cotton that smelled warm and fresh like my badass caressing my skin. It became even more delicious when I imagined the shirt hugging the sleek and sexy muscles of his chest.