Halton: Vested Interest #6

by Melanie Moreland

  I couldn’t remember the last time I enjoyed an evening so much. Despite the weather and the reason I was there with her, I liked it.

  Once the storm calmed and I could see she was tiring, I picked up my jacket, slinging it over my shoulder. I stood in her doorway, hesitating.

  “It’s going to be okay, Fee.”

  “I know,” she stated simply.

  “Really?” I asked, surprised.

  She nodded. “I have Hal Smithers on my side.”

  Without thought, I wrapped a hand around her waist and drew her close. I leaned down and brushed my mouth over hers. “Yes, FeeNelly, you do.”

  She cupped my cheek, and our eyes locked. The air around us sizzled with the tension. I could feel her breath on my face, light puffs of air that drifted over my skin. She moved her fingers restlessly on my skin, and I tightened mine on her hip. One small dip and my mouth would be on hers again. That was all it would take. I cleared my throat, knowing there was a line I didn’t dare cross.

  “If things get scary again, call me. I can be here in five minutes,” I told her, my voice husky.

  “Thank you.”

  Then she leaned up and kissed me.

  Hours later, I was still pacing. There would be no sleep for me tonight, and I hadn’t even bothered trying. My mind was racing, my body tense. All I could think about was Fee. The way she felt in my arms. The taste of her when her lips were against mine. How her heat had soaked into my skin, warming me, her scent surrounding us.

  The kiss had been sweet, brief, and fucking shattered my mind.

  I had left immediately. It was either walk out the door, or I’d have her on the bed in the small apartment, naked and pleading in five minutes.

  Jesus, I was still hard.

  I wanted her on so many levels, I couldn’t even separate them.

  Physically, my draw to her had grown. Morphed and intensified. I realized how often I watched her. Listened to her. I knew where she was in the office every moment I was there with her.

  And she was fucking everywhere.

  I sat on the edge of my bed, holding my head in my hands.

  How had this happened?

  Fee was a client. That was all she was supposed to be.

  But there was something—a sense of more with her. I didn’t understand it.

  I didn’t like it.

  My phone buzzed and I grabbed it.

  Fee: I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.

  Hal: I’m not sorry—and for that, I am sorry.

  Fee: You’re twisting your words, counselor.

  Hal: It’s what I’m good at.

  Fee: You’re good at much more than you give yourself credit for.

  Hal: If you knew how much I wanted to show you how good I am, you would fire me and walk.

  Fee: I don’t want to fire you, but I have a question.

  Hal: Ask me.

  Fee: Do you want me because it would piss off Scott?

  Hal: This has nothing to do with Scott. How I feel has everything to do with you, Fee. It’s all you.

  I paused, then added, And it fucking scares me.

  Fee: Would it help if I told you I felt it too and I don’t understand it?

  Hal: Yeah, FeeNelly, that helps. But we can’t. It’s that simple.

  She didn’t respond.

  Hal: It’s late. You should sleep.

  Fee: The last time I slept was in your arms.

  I groaned, dropping my head, thinking of how I slept beside her. How great it felt to rest and wake up beside her soft body.

  Hal: Fee, if you were in my bed, I promise you, sleep would have to wait. For a long time.

  It took a few moments for her reply to appear.

  Fee: I would be okay with that.

  Hal: We can’t, Fee. You deserve so much more than me. You deserve the world. I’m not a forever kind of guy. I’m Mr. In the Moment.

  Fee: I know. Goodnight, Halton.

  Hal: Goodnight, Fee.

  I tossed my phone beside me and flopped back on the mattress. I stared at the ceiling, unable to stop thinking about her. With me. Under me. Tucked beside me. Buried inside her. Listening to her laugh and being able to touch her the way I wanted. Everywhere.

  I ran my hand over my eyes and scrubbed at my beard. I slid my hand down my chest to my aching cock. But it wasn’t right. It wasn’t my hand I wanted.

  My phone buzzed, and I looked at the screen.

  Fee: Maybe I want to live in the moment.

  Then I heard the knock on my door.

  Fiona

  Halton flung open his door, his gaze intense. Bare-chested, black boxers hugging his hips and showing off his impressive bulge, he was sexy, stern, and barely hanging on to his control. He curled his hand around the door, his grip so tight, his knuckles were white. His breathing was labored, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. He pinned me with his eyes, so dark, they were almost black.

  “You might regret this.”

  I shook my head, trying not to let him see how hard I was shaking. “No, I won’t.”

  “How can you be sure?”

  I lifted my chin. “Because I’m making the decision. For me. Only me.”

  “I can’t give you what you want, Fee.”

  “Right now, I want you.”

  He released the door and grabbed me, dragging me into his condo. In seconds, my coat was pushed off my shoulders, leaving me in my tank top and cotton sleep pants. I hadn’t even bothered to change, not giving myself time to talk myself out of this. He lifted me into his arms, cupping my ass, wrapping my legs around his waist. His cock, his thick, massive cock, ground against my core, making me whimper. His mouth was hard, possessive, claiming. He kissed me as if he were a dying man and I was his oxygen. He stroked his tongue over mine, sliding it in deep, his taste consuming me. He buried his hand into my hair, yanking the clip loose and tossing it over his shoulder. I heard the sound of it hitting the wall as he wound his fist into my hair, tugging my head back and licking and biting his way down my throat over the juncture of my neck.

  “Now,” he growled. “Tell me to stop now. It’s the only time I can try, Fee.”

  “No,” I replied, desperate and needy. “I want you, Halton. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.” I grabbed his face and met his eyes, needing him to understand. “Anyone.”

  “Oh, you got me, love.” He covered my mouth and carried me down the hall, his hands roaming over my back, cupping my ass, burrowing under my tank top, running his fingers over my spine. “I’m going to fuck you well, baby. So well, you’ll forget there has ever been anyone else.”

  He lowered me to the mattress, his body following me down to the plush cushion. Moments passed of just our mouths—kissing, tasting, and learning. Then he pushed back, looming over me.

  “I want you naked.”

  I was shy as he eased down my pants, then urged me up and tugged away my tank top. He laid me back down, rested his palms on my thighs, and stared. Lifting his hand, he traced over my collarbone, down my chest, drifting his fingers over my breasts, causing my nipples to peak.

  “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he murmured.

  I blushed, not meeting his eyes.

  “Hey,” he called, waiting until I lifted my eyes to his. “You know my rule. Honesty. I wouldn’t say it unless I meant it. You are exquisite, Fee.”

  Truth blazed from his eyes. I warmed under his frank stare, his desire for me obvious. Using his thumbs, he drew small circles on my thighs, increasing the pressure until I sighed and opened my legs.

  He widened his caresses, slowly edging toward my pussy, his thumbs finally brushing against the curls. I whimpered as he spread me wide, my breathing becoming frantic as he lowered his head and caressed me with his mouth, the gentleness of his lips almost reverent.

  “Exquisite,” he repeated.

  Then he attacked.

  He dragged his tongue up my slit, swirling it around my clit, making me arch off the
bed. Gasping, I grabbed at his hair, yanking, pulling, pushing. He lapped at me and slid one long finger inside, never stopping the magic his tongue was creating. I cried out as he added another finger, stroking me in a place I never knew existed. Pleasure, hot and intense, spiked and I came. Sudden, hard, and screaming. He never wavered, riding out my orgasm and pushing me open wider, doing things with his tongue I was certain were illegal in many countries. He slid one finger to my ass, using my own wetness to ease inside.

  Still reeling from my orgasm, I gasped at the feeling. He raised his head, licking his lips. “You like that, baby? You like my finger in your ass?”

  “Oh God,” I whispered. “Halton, please,” I begged.

  For what, I wasn’t sure, but he knew.

  “I’ll take care of you,” he promised.

  He nuzzled my pussy, lapping long and slow. “Jesus, you are so delicious. I’m never going to get my fill of this. Of you.”

  He rose and spread my legs wide, settling between them. He made quick work of a condom then he dragged the heavy head of his cock along my folds. Over and again. He grabbed my head, lifting it to his, kissing me. He tasted of me, that fact somehow turning me on even more.

  Then he slammed into me. I cried out into his mouth as he began to move.

  Hard. Long strokes of his cock, withdrawing almost to the end, then driving back into me. His hips circled, his thrusts deep and steady. He kissed my face, my neck, sucked on my nipples until they were red and glistening from his mouth. He groaned and cursed. Breathed my name like a prayer. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his muscles bunched and rippled under his skin.

  With a low growl, he pulled out, sliding his hands under my back. Effortlessly, he turned me over.

  “On your knees, Fee. Now. Show me your ass.”

  I did as he asked, crying out when he slid back inside, the depth of his penetration shocking. I had never felt so full, so taken, so used, and yet so desired, so sexy, until this moment. Halton gripped my hips, driving into me. He slid his big hands under my chest, tweaking and pulling at my nipples until they were hard and throbbing.

  My skin grew damp, and he lifted me suddenly, settling me on his lap. His chest rubbed against the slope of my back, the rough hairs dragging along my skin. He thrust up hard, biting and licking at my neck, then wrapped my hair in his hand, tilted my head and covered my mouth, kissing me hard.

  “Gonna come, Fee. I want you to come with me,” he grunted. “Fuck, baby, now. Please come now.”

  He pressed his fingers to my clit and applied the pressure exactly where I needed him.

  I exploded, my pussy clamping down on him, milking him as he released, shaking, groaning, and calling my name.

  He stilled, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. His mouth that had been hard and demanding became soft. Gentle. Tiny kisses on my neck. Small tugs on my lobe. Sweeping passes along my cheek and lips. He eased me to the mattress and rubbed my legs. He left for a moment, then returned, slipping into the bed beside me. He tugged me to his chest, pressing his mouth to my forehead.

  “Okay, love?”

  I glanced up at him in the semidarkness. “You keep calling me that.”

  “Calling you what?”

  “Love.”

  He looked surprised. “I wasn’t even aware I did it,” he mused.

  “I like it.”

  “It doesn’t mean…” His voice drifted off, and he sighed. “It means you’re special, Fee. But special isn’t forever.”

  I snuggled into his arms. “I know. But this, tonight, will forever be special to me.”

  The room was silent, and I felt sleep taking me. Just before I succumbed, I heard his voice.

  “For me too.”

  Halton

  I lay in the dim light of early morning, my body rested, my mind wide awake. Fee was snuggled as tight as possible. I had my arm around her, holding her close, my leg trapped between hers. Her head rested on my shoulder, her silky hair a messy nest from my hands. I’d had her again in the night, and I knew as soon as she stirred, I would take her once more.

  I craved her. Her body. Her closeness. I didn’t understand it, and right now, I didn’t want to question it. I simply wanted to take Fee’s words and live them.

  “Right now, I want you.”

  I stroked her silky tresses, running the strands between my fingers. I found her hair fascinating. And sexy. The youthful beauty of her face was highlighted by the silver-gray coloring of her hair. It emphasized the vivid green of her eyes, the variance giving her a unique look I found very attractive. Add in the beauty I knew her soul to contain and she was exceptional.

  Scott Hutchings was more of an idiot than I had ever guessed.

  I looked down at her as she slept. The passion we shared last night had been explosive. She was giving, responsive, and vocal once she forgot her shyness. She had whispered that her love life with Scott hadn’t been very good, and I had assured her more than once it was on him. She was incredible. There was no other word for it. How he had ignored her for four years and cheated on this woman was beyond me.

  I had broken every rule I had with Fee. I had slept with a client. An employee. A person struggling and vulnerable. I had taken advantage of that fact. Rene would kill me if he found out—he had taken a strong liking to Fee, and I knew he felt quite protective of her.

  “Stop,” Fee’s groggy voice murmured.

  I dropped my chin to peer at her. Green eyes, warm and concerned, returned my gaze.

  “What?”

  “I can feel your guilt, Halton. You didn’t do anything. I wanted this. I wanted you.” She huffed out a sigh. “I pushed this, not you.”

  I stroked her cheek. “I didn’t resist too hard, Fee. I wanted you too much.”

  “I know this is complicated, Halton. But can’t we set some ground rules and try?”

  “Try what, exactly?” I asked, my nerves tight.

  What was she going to ask me?

  She pushed her hair off her shoulder, huffing in annoyance as one long wave fell back. I tucked it behind her ear.

  “Tell me.”

  “Can’t we be attorney and client when we have to be, boss and employee during the day, and just Fee and Halton at other times?”

  “That’s a lot of hats to wear, Fee. I worry—”

  She shook her head, interrupting me. “I know your boundaries, Halton. I’m not asking anything of you. You don’t want a relationship. You don’t believe in them. I heard you, and I’m not asking you for anything more than you can give. I want this for now, not forever.”

  A strange sensation shook me. It felt almost like hurt. But why should I be hurt? I had a beautiful woman in my bed assuring me she wanted nothing from me but what I was willing to give. It was a dream come true.

  Oddly, it felt more like a nightmare.

  But I heard her words loud and clear, and I forced a smile to my face, shoving aside the confusing thoughts. “So, you’re saying you just want me for sex, Fee?”

  She flushed, the color spreading across her cheeks. “No, ah, I—”

  She gasped as I rolled us over, settling between her spread legs. “I hear you, Fee. We can wear as many hats as you want right now.” I hovered over her, dragging the blunt head of my cock against her. She moaned low in her throat.

  “Speaking of hats right now…” I growled and reached into the drawer for a condom.

  Laughing, she arched, sliding her arms around my neck and drawing me down to her mouth. “Take me, Halton.”

  “Oh baby, you don’t have to ask twice.”

  Fee accompanied me to my weekly Dads Seeking Justice meeting. Rene had been with me a few times, but she was the first woman who had ever been present. At first, I was worried they would be uncomfortable with her presence, but she laid my fears to rest quickly, weaving her magic with them all. She sat beside me, taking notes, and even made suggestions to a few of the men there. Her warmth and empathy were hard to resist, and by the end of the meeting, t
hey were enamored of her. In fact, I thought a couple of them were too enamored, and I glared, staying close to her as they made a point of talking to her. Finally fed up, I slid an arm around her waist.

  “We should head home, Fee. We have plans for later.”

  She blinked at me, her cheeks flushing a little, then nodded.

  “Gentlemen,” I smirked, tightening my grip. “I’ll see you next week.”

  I felt their stares as I led her to the car, opening the door and waiting for her to slide in. I waved nonchalantly at them as I crossed to the driver’s seat and got in beside her.

  Fee glanced at me, a grin tugging at her mouth. “Was that necessary?”

  I clicked my seat belt in place and shifted into drive. “Very.”

  Her grin became a full-blown smile. “Okay, then. And what, exactly, are these plans?”

  “I plan to fuck you when we get home,” I growled. “A lot. You on board with that?”

  Turning in her seat, she slid her hand up my thigh, squeezing my cock, which was already hard from me only thinking about her under me again. “Totally,” she murmured.

  “Good.” I pressed on the accelerator. “Lunch, then my bed. All afternoon.”

  She stroked my erection. “Maybe we need to order in. And start in the living room.”

  The thought of her bent over the back of my sofa was too much. I tossed her my phone. “Pick whatever you want. Make it full of protein. You’re going to need it.”

  She leaned her head back, her gorgeous eyes filled with mischief. “Sounds like I’m going to be full of you.”

  I grabbed her hand and lifted it to my mouth, kissing her knuckles. “All day, love. All day.”

  I held her hand the rest of the way home.

  I pulled her into the condo as soon as we arrived, walking her backward to the sofa, our mouths fused together, my tongue deep and claiming. I had never really liked kissing before Fee. It was just a means to an end, the brief pressing of my mouth to theirs, a need to control them with no emotion or need behind it.