My Uptown Girl

by C. Morgan

  His arm hooked under my ass and he began to move. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on and keeping the close contact between us. Every step he took bounced me against him. I was going to orgasm before we ever got to where it was he was going.

  I groaned, pulling my mouth from his and looking up at the ceiling. His tongue lashed out, snaking down my throat. I was so close. His mouth was like liquid fire. I moaned again. My skin felt too tight. Every touch sent me closer to ecstasy. Just when I thought I would erupt into flames, I felt him dropping me. My body bounced against the mattress before his body was over mine. The weight of him pushed me into the mattress. He went up one elbow, his free hand running over my hip and sliding under my shirt. His rough skin scratched over my stomach as he reached for my breast.

  I arched, pushing my breast against his hand. “I’m going to savor every bit of you,” he whispered with his lips brushing over mine as he spoke.

  I couldn’t even begin to imagine what that meant. As it turned out, I didn’t have to imagine. He rolled to the side and pushed my shirt up before jerking it over my head. He slid his hand under me and unhooked my bra. The man was aggressive. He jerked and tugged at my bra until it was free of my body.

  “This,” he groaned. “This is what I have been craving.”

  When he said crave, I got the impression he literally meant craved. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, rubbing and massaging my breasts with both hands. He acted like a man starving. I was breathing hard, my chest heaving as he sucked and nibbled at my breasts.

  “Oh god,” I groaned, running my hands through his hair. I reached down for the hem of his shirt and tugged. I wanted to feel his skin against mine.

  He pulled his mouth from my breasts long enough to pull the shirt over his head. He got to his knees and slid off the bed. At first, I thought he would leave me high and dry. Technically wet but not satisfied. He reached out, undoing the button on my pants before jerking the zipper down. I lifted my hips as he pulled my pants down.

  My chest heaved as I stared up at him. He was staring down at my body like I was on the menu. His eyes met mine before he leapt into action. He jerked my panties down my legs, pulling until they were free of my body. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed or worry about him seeing me naked. He grabbed my knee and pushed it like it was in his way.

  My eyes widened when I understood his intentions. He dropped to his knees next to the bed and jerked me to the edge. My feet dangled over the side of the bed as he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. His fingers brushed over my folds, sending a violent sensation of sweet ecstasy rolling through me. His mouth covered me, his tongue licking over the folds and brushing over my clit.

  I nearly came off the bed. He was going to have to peel me from the ceiling at the rate things were going. His tongue swirled and lapped at my sensitive clit. I couldn’t draw a breath. Every cell was fixated on the spot between my legs where his tongue was driving into me.

  “Fulton,” I screamed. The orgasm was too powerful. My hips bucked, shoving his face against my pussy and his tongue deeper inside.

  The steady pressure was driving me higher than I had ever been. I couldn’t think straight. My hands went wide, my fists grabbing the blanket as I fought against an unseen force. I wanted more and I wanted him to stop at the same time.

  When my muscles finally stopped contracting, I felt my body slowly drift back down to the bed. I sucked in a breath, feeling completely dazed. He rose to his feet, standing between my legs that were still splayed open wide. I looked up at him. The desire on his face was plain to see.

  With his gaze locked on mine, he pushed his shorts and underwear down. My eyes dropped. I wanted to marvel at the sight of him as he stood over me. He was powerful and manly and fierce. I felt my breath hitch again. A smart woman would be terrified of the man I saw standing over me. The look in his eye was anything but terrifying and exciting.

  “I want you to say my name,” he demanded.

  “Fulton,” I whispered.

  He slowly shook his head. “Say it like you mean it.”

  “Fulton,” I said again a little louder.

  He narrowed his gaze. “I’m going to fuck you until you are screaming it like you did when my tongue was inside you. I want to hear you screaming my name. I want you to be hoarse because you have screamed so much.”

  What could I say to that? With the way he was looking at me, I had no doubt in my mind he was going to work my body until I was screaming. My gaze dropped to his erection again. He wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed. I heard him groan low in his throat. I was up to the challenge. I went on my elbows and scooted back, opening my legs for him.

  “I’m ready.”

  He pounced on me, and with one fell swoop, he planted himself inside me. There was a moment of shock as my body adjusted to the invasion. Neither of us took a breath for several seconds. The coming together was delicious and beautiful and so raw.

  “My god,” he breathed. “You turn me inside out.”

  I released a small laugh. “I think that’s the other way around.”

  “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

  He began to move, hooking one arm under my leg and opening me impossibly wider. The raised leg gave him a better position. He rocked against me with one powerful thrust. My body slid back an inch. He pumped harder. Every thrust took me closer to the edge of the bed. He didn’t seem to notice. His sole focus was driving into me.

  “Fulton!” I cried his name to warn him I was sliding over the edge.

  “Again!”

  “Fulton!” I said as my shoulders slid over. I was going to land on my head and all I could think about was the new position we would be in and how good it was going to feel with him inside me.

  “Louder!” he shouted and thrust hard again.

  I screamed when I felt my body falling over the edge. He managed to catch himself before falling on top of me. I burst into laughter, looking up at the shocked expression on his face. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. No. I mean I’m fine, but I’m not okay.”

  He understood my meaning and followed me onto the floor. We had less room to work with but that didn’t seem to bother him. He was over me again, pumping into me with a speed that was almost inhuman. My breasts bounced, nearly giving me a black eye.

  I could feel the ecstasy waiting for me in the distance. I reached for his shoulders, digging my nails in. He roared and moved faster. The hard floor under my back was too smooth. Once again, my body was sliding away from him under the force of his thrusting.

  “Say it,” he gasped.

  “Fulton.” I forced the word out through lungs that felt too tight.

  The orgasm had me in a tight fist, restricting breathing as every nerve wound up, awaiting the grand finale.

  “I said scream,” he commanded.

  How the man could think and talk and fuck was beyond me. “Fulton!”

  It was what he was waiting for. He exploded inside me. The powerful eruption sent me over the edge. I nearly blacked out with sheer pleasure. His grunts and groans were like music to my ears. He collapsed on me for a few seconds before moving to the side. With the limited space between his bed and the wall, he was still pressed against me.

  “Sorry,” he muttered.

  “For?”

  “Fucking you right off the bed.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. It was one of the wildest experiences of my life. “I didn’t mind a bit.”

  “Are you sure you didn’t get hurt?”

  “I did not.”

  “I’ll be more careful next time,” he said and kissed my cheek.

  He stood and helped me to my feet. He gave me another kiss with his arms around me. He was warm and hard and smelled so masculine. His scent was unique. I swore I could smell the sea on his skin and in his hair. My heart swelled and there was a little hiccup in the rhythm.

  “I should go,” I blurted out and pushed away from him.

  Pan
ic was setting in and my usual tendency to fight evaporated. I was all about the flight. I needed to get away. Something was happening and it was too much, too fast. I crawled over the bed and began to pick up my scattered clothes.

  “Is everything okay?” he asked as he pulled on his underwear. He didn’t bother with the rest of his clothes.

  “Yes, fine. I have a busy day tomorrow. I’m sure you do as well.”

  “I always have a busy day,” he said with a laugh.

  I pulled on my shoes and left his room. He followed. The man was hard to resist in just his underwear. He could be a calendar model with that sexy chest and those bad-ass tats. He was dangerous. To my heart.

  “I’ll call you in a couple days with a new order,” I told him.

  He smiled and walked me to the door. I gave him a soft kiss before practically running to my car. I felt a little ridiculous for running but I was panicking. He was making me feel things I never felt before. Things I wasn’t sure I was ready to feel. I couldn’t fall for him. I didn’t want to fall for anyone but especially not him. He would break my heart. I was almost certain of it.

  Kerri had warned me about him, but as usual, I didn’t listen to good sense. Any man that could make me feel like that was not to be toyed with. It gave him too much power. It made me vulnerable. I refused to be vulnerable. I refused to let my heart be broken. I had seen a few girls from school go through nasty breakups. One of them ended up dropping out of school because she was so torn up. I couldn’t afford to have my business suffer because I was nursing a broken heart.

  I needed a few days, a little distance to clear my head and purge my heart. Good sex did not mean love. Who was I kidding? That was beyond good sex. That man dominated my body. He could get me to do just about anything with the promise of more of what he had just given me.

  Chapter 21

  Fulton

  We worked on the last string after another excellent day of fishing.

  Stanley grunted, pulling up the pot. “Hell yeah!” he shouted when he saw a healthy amount of lobster. “We’re rich!”

  I laughed, knowing we were anything but rich. We’d pay our bills and maybe get to buy a little extra food for the month, but we were far from rich. “Don’t spend all of your money in one place.”

  “I was thinking about buying a house in the Hamptons,” he teased.

  “I’m sure the neighbors would love to have you,” I quipped. “Your redneck ass would scare them, especially if you dared to drink from a can of beer.”

  “Hey, I can be proper when needed.”

  “No, you can’t.”

  He grinned. “Nope, I can’t.”

  “Let’s get this in and we’ll head back.”

  He eyebrows raised. “No shit?”

  “No shit. We don’t have much more room and I don’t want to end up losing part of our catch. We’ll come back tomorrow.”

  “Not today?”

  “Not today.”

  We quickly worked to finish up the chores before I got behind the wheel and started back inland. “Are you taking the delivery to your girlfriend?” Stanley asked.

  “She’s not my girlfriend.”

  “You don’t have to lie to me.”

  “I’m not lying. She’s not my girlfriend.”

  “She’s just the woman you’re fucking?” he questioned.

  “Don’t talk about her like that,” I growled.

  He burst into laughter. “She’s your woman.”

  She was my woman. The woman was mine. “Whatever. Don’t make it a thing.”

  “It is a thing.”

  I ignored him, focusing on the water in front of me. There were a lot of buoys in the area. I didn’t want to be the dick that ran over another man’s shit. It happened to me and it pissed me off. It was bad form. I wasn’t necessarily buddies with any of the other fishermen, but I wasn’t a deliberate dick.

  While I drove the boat, I thought about Amara and what was happening between us. She was a hard read. Usually, I was the one running away after sex. The two times we had sex, she was either kicking me out or running away. I couldn’t help but think maybe I was being used and just didn’t know it yet. It was hard to feel used when it was a mutually beneficial situation. I was getting great sex and so was she. How could that be bad?

  “How is the remote working?” I asked him.

  “That thing is stupid. I just use my phone.”

  “You figured out how to use your phone to control your TV?” I asked with genuine amazement.

  He shrugged. “I’m pretty smart.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  He was unfazed by my attempt to insult. “I don’t have to get up. I sit on my couch with my phone and not worry about a stupid remote.”

  “You never found the other one?”

  “Nope. Never really looked.”

  “I bet you’re going to find it when you move your couch.”

  “Why would I move my couch?” he asked as if it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

  I had to keep from slapping my forehead. “I don’t know. To clean?”

  “That’s dumb. Why would it be dirty under the couch?”

  I shook my head. “Never mind.”

  He got busy cleaning up the deck while I got us back into the harbor. As I was prone to do lately, I thought about her. It wasn’t just sex with her that I thought about. It was her, the total package. She was so different from what I was used to. She was smart, driven, and sexy as hell without trying. I was convinced Stanley was wrong about who she was. I suspected she came from a good family but not one that was filthy rich. She had been taught the value of money and working for it. She wasn’t spoiled. She wasn’t used to having things handed to her.

  She seemed to understand my drive. Few women I had dated in the past were okay with how much I worked. They always got pissy because I had to get up at the crack of dawn. They hated that I was too tired to do a fancy dinner date after a long day out on the water. They hated that I smelled like the sea sometimes. And fish. It couldn’t be helped. It was my life. It was who I was. They loved me or they hated me. As it turned out, most fell into the last category.

  We docked and unloaded our haul, getting ready for the deliveries for the day. It was a warm day and we were both sweating by the time we got everything unloaded. Stanley lifted an ice chest into the back of my truck while I grabbed the other.

  “You’re sure we are done for the day?” Stanley asked.

  “Yep, I need to get this over to her,” I told him. “Take the rest of the day off to play with your phone-slash-remote.”

  “I think I kind of like you getting laid on the regular,” he said with a big grin.

  “I’m not—” I started to deny it before I stopped. It wasn’t regular but I hoped to make it a regular thing. “Why do you like it?”

  “Because now I get the day off. I’m guessing you are going over there, things will get crazy, and you’ll say you’re going to stay in bed all day tomorrow.”

  “No, I won’t.”

  “Come on. Just think how good it would be to stay in bed with your lady. Sleep in. Sleep all day. Or do other things all day, if you know what I mean.” He added some gestures to help get his message across in case I didn’t understand.

  “We are going out tomorrow,” I told him, ignoring the juvenile gestures. “We’ve got orders to fill. We need orders to fill or you don’t eat.”

  He frowned. “One day off isn’t going to make me starve.”

  “We’re working,” I said firmly.

  “You’re a party pooper. All you want to do is work.”

  “Stanley, you know this. We’ve worked together how long? Why are you acting like this is something new?”

  “I don’t know. I’m feeling lazy. I don’t want to go.”

  “Go home, drink a beer, watch the Kardashians or whatever you do, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Fine, party pooper,” he pouted.

  He walked
away. Stanley was just giving me a hard time. I knew he didn’t mind fishing. It was our life. We couldn’t just not fish. He’d be begging me to go out. Stanley loved the sea more than I did. He was the ultimate merman—except he didn’t get in the water.

  I drove to Amara’s restaurant and pulled around back. I immediately knew something was wrong. Amara and several of her employees were in the back lot. She was on the phone, pacing, throwing a hand in the air, and was obviously upset. I parked the truck and hopped out. I looked for the person that upset her. I was ready to beat some ass.

  She was mine and I would not tolerate anyone fucking with her. “What’s wrong?” I asked, coming to stand in front of her.

  “Thanks,” she muttered and ended the call. She slid it in her pocket and gestured to the back door. “That. Look.”

  I looked at where she was pointing. I could see water covering the blacktop and coming out of the back door. “What happened?”

  She lifted her shoulders. “I don’t know. There is water everywhere. It sprayed out of the sink and flooded the back room.”

  “Did you shut off the water?”

  “What?”

  She had no idea what I was talking about. “I’ll be right back.”

  I walked through the water gushing out the door. The back of the restaurant was covered in a couple of inches of water. I could see water shooting up from the sink as well as from below it. It took a few seconds to find the main shut off. Of course, the damn thing was old and damn near impossible to turn, but I managed it. The water stopped pumping out and a quiet silence fell over the area. I looked around, surveying the minor disaster.

  I walked back outside, my boots sloshing through the water. Amara looked frustrated and stressed out. She was pacing outside. “What happened?” she asked me.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Oh my god,” she groaned. “This is awful. I can’t open with water covering the floor!”

  “Did something break?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. Bailey was using the hose to rinse out some dishes and water shot out, hit the ceiling, and then it started coming out from the wall.”