by Parker, Ali
"We're going to the Omni Hotel downtown. How long is the drive?"
"About thirty minutes, sir." The driver looked between Damon and Bethany, a smile tugging at his mouth.
"Good. Roll the window between us up. I need time with my girl."
He nodded, getting in the car as Damon opened the back door to the large vehicle. "Get in. Now."
Bethany walked past him languidly, as if his demands weren't anything to be concerned with. She played a pretty good game, but if he had any clue about how much she needed him, he might run hard and fast. Bordering obsession was the concern; demanding carnality was the plan. He popped her butt as she climbed in, her body jolting at his hard touch.
Sitting down in her seat, she turned to watch him as the driver rolled up the privacy window. Damon's eyes held as much need as she felt sliding through her, burning her from the inside out. He slid to his knees in front of her, his hands palming her thighs as he pushed her dress up with his fingers. He stopped just before reaching her panties, his eyes moving from her thighs to her gaze. She felt frantic, her heart surely working to beat from her chest.
"Do you have any idea how much you turn me on? My body aches for release inside of you, Beth. I don't remember feeling so much in my long life." He leaned down and brushed his cheek along the inside of her thigh, a long kiss pressed to her soft flesh. "Fuck, I need you ..."
She ran her fingers through his hair, her heart bursting at the sight of him before her again. Willing to give pleasure to her and deny his own again. He spoke a big game, but the man who stole her heart wasn't at all the jerk who would deny her love. She pulled up on his hair, his head jerking back from the front of her panties as he moved to press his mouth against the wet cotton.
"No ... my turn." She pushed at him, crawling onto the large floor and nodding toward the seat with a smile on her lips. "Sit down, and let me love you."
"Yeah. I'd like that a lot." He moved to the seat, sitting back and letting his hands drop beside him. Ropes of muscles contracted as she slid her hands along his thighs, his legs not too large but strong and sexy as hell. She leaned over and pressed her lips to the softness at the base of his erection, his clothes still very much in the way. Opening her mouth, she pulled in firmly, his groan telling her what she needed to know.
He worked to get his pants undone, pushing at her a little to move her back. "Come here, baby. Take what you can."
"I want it all," she whispered, her mouth watering at the sight of him. His slacks lay flayed open, his large erection bobbing softly as he watched her closely.
"I want you to have it all. As much as you want, Beth. It's all yours." He stroked it once, holding it up as if offering it to her.
Bethany reached out and slid her hand down the length of him, her fingers barely touching around his girth. She panted softly, air seeming to flee from her lungs. Nothing in her time of being with men had been more appealing, more desirable. She glanced from his offering up to his eyes. Hooded and filled with lust, he stared down at her as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.
She stroked him once again before moving to hover over the top of him. Her lips pressed a soft kiss to the thick meaty top of him before opening her mouth and taking him into her wetness. He groaned, the fingers of one of his hands sliding into her hair and holding tight. She moaned against him, the soft bucking of his hips driving her mad. He wasn't willing to let control go, and for now, she was good with that.
She worked to cover him in wetness, licking and sucking in various rhythms over and over again. Her hands played games with the most sensitive parts of him as she waged war against his lust. His fingers gripped the seat behind him, his hips arching hard as she choked on him. She pulled back, her eyes watering at the action. Damon reached down and slid his hands along her face, pressing his lips to hers and licking at the wetness around her mouth.
"Enough," he whispered as she moved back.
"No. I want to drink you dry."
"Fuck, Beth." He stroked himself once, his breathing labored. "I'm so close. Let's just wait."
"No." She leaned forward, pushing his hand away and taking charge of him. He groaned loudly as she began to work him. Her eyes diverted to the ecstasy on his face. Beautiful. Intriguing. A god in his own right. His eyes opened as he looked down at her, his features softening a little. He touched her cheek softly, love filling his gaze.
"Move back, baby. I'm going to come. Let me finish it." He groaned as she took more of him into her mouth, her hands working to touch every part of him that her mouth didn't. She moaned against him, her body throbbing as she picked up the pace.
"Beth, please. Move back, baby. I can't hold it much longer." His head dropped back as his hips bucked. Beth sucked harder, taking everything he gave and wanting more. He thrust a few more times before collapsing on the seat. Beth released him, licking softly along the length of him as he shivered.
"Fuck ... " His eyes opened, his fingers coming to stroke the side of her face softly. "Don't make me fall in love with you, Beth. I'm damaged goods."
"Hush," she whispered and moved back to sit beside him. He worked to get his pants together as the driver stopped the car and opened the door.
"Everything go okay?" The older man smiled and held the door open. Beth got out and reached for him, her knees almost giving out under her. The gentleman chuckled. "You okay, young one?"
"Yes, just feeling a little woozy." Beth smiled, her fingers gripping the man's arm.
"Love will do that to you."
"Damn right, it will," Damon choked out, reaching for the edge of the door and pulling himself out. He reached for Beth. "Come on ... We're not done."
Chapter 24
Bethany
Bethany reached out and took his hand, pulling herself close to his side as the wind picked up. The smell of salt and sea washed over her. She pulled him to a stop for a minute so she could take in the beauty of Seattle. Small shops lined the streets, the decorations eclectic, the sound of music taking her attention.
"There you two are. I was beginning to worry."
Bethany turned to see Kent moving toward them, a warm smile on his face. She released Damon's hand and moved in behind him as he greeted his father. Damon nodded to the counter, his face pale, lips wet and brilliantly pink.
"I'll get the rooms."
"Was the flight good, Bethany?" Kent moved in front of her. He reached out and squeezed her shoulder softly, a fatherly smile on his face.
"It was great. No turbulence at all." Bethany moved into the hotel with him, her eyes averting to find Damon. Her heart had yet to slow down, the thumping pulse still racing down her nerve endings.
"That's great news. I'm going to steal Damon for a couple of hours, but we'll meet you for dinner tonight." He winked at her and looked at Damon.
"What's the plan?" Damon handed her a card to the room.
"I need you to help me on a presentation for a few hours. I told Bethany to enjoy her afternoon. We can just meet her for dinner. Sound good?"
"Perfect," Bethany finished the thought for them. Damon looked at her, an eyebrow lifting slightly. She moved to pick up her bag. "I can take these to the room."
"No. I'll take them up with her and meet you back here in five minutes, Dad."
"Sounds good. Enjoy yourself, Bethany. Get anything you want."
She smiled and walked toward the elevator. Damon moved in beside her and growled softly.
"What the fuck?" He slipped in behind her and pressed the button to their floor, setting down his luggage and turning to her. He closed the distance between them, his fingers sliding into her hair again as he massaged the back of her head.
"I'll take a nap." She smiled and pulled him down for a short kiss.
He pressed himself against her, his body still hard and seemingly ready for so much more.
"I want you," he whispered against her lips. The door opened behind them, and he moved out of the elevator, holding it for her.
"Yeah, well,
I want you too, but I'm not allowed to have you until I need you, and even then I can only have you when you say I can." She gave him a sassy look as she passed him.
His fingers caressed the curve of her butt as he moved in beside her. "You're catching on quickly. Good girl."
She scoffed and popped him in the chest, but a wicked smile was all she got in return. He opened the door and slipped his luggage in. Bethany walked past him into the expansive room, the cream-colored walls and crimson sheets luxurious.
She turned as the door closed, half expecting him to be gone. He pressed his back to the door and smiled.
"Undress for me. I have to go, but give me something to be tortured by." He nodded as if she were allowed to start.
"No." She shrugged and walked toward the windows, pulling back the curtains and looking over her shoulder to smile at him.
"I'll rip that pretty dress off your sexy body, woman." He smiled.
"I love this dress." She turned to face him, a hand on her hip.
"I love what's under that dress. Make me ache for you, Beth. Show me what I want to see."
Bethany reached up and unzipped the back of the dress. Her motions were slow and methodical; the sense of calm that had settled over her was almost concerning. Internally she was losing her mind. Her heart was beating too fast, her stomach in tight knots all over again.
He nodded toward her, his lip rising in a sexy smile. "You're going to need that nap, beautiful."
She tugged at the dress, the material silky as it slid down her skin. Her white panties and bra barely covered her body; the undies no doubt wet along the front.
Damon's head hit the door behind him, a soft groan lifting from him as his hand reached for the door handle. "Enough ... that's enough."
"Oh no ... We’re just getting started." Bethany reached behind her, undoing her bra and letting it drop. She slid her hands up her thin waist and cupped herself, tugging at her nipples and groaning as she watched him.
His hand slid over the front of his slacks, his breathing heavy and insanely hot. Damon's dark eyes slid down her body, his tongue wetting his lips as he whispered, "Take them off."
Bethany turned and slid her fingers into the top of her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs and bending over to let them drop onto the floor. Damon's movement toward her caused her to stand and turn, her hand extended to stop him. He pressed against it before pushing it out of the way.
The force of him crashing into her took her breath away. His arms wrapped around her tightly, his momentum spinning them toward the bed. He pushed forward and caught them as she dropped to the softness beneath them. He lay on top of her, his lips dragging down her neck to her breasts. Bethany arched her back, a cry leaving her lips as he took her into his mouth, his other hand softly caressing the other breast. He carefully nibbled at her, his tongue lapping the space between her breasts.
She pushed up, rubbing herself against him, her legs wrapping tightly around him. He leaned up and kissed her lips softly, his eyes dark and ominous.
He stood, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to the end of the bed, her ass almost hanging off. Damon urged her legs around him, his palm flat on her lower stomach, his thumb reaching down to rub softly at her.
"So beautiful," he whispered, his eyes roaming all over her. "Rest now, ’cause when I get back, we fuck."
"It's time ..." she whispered, the room growing hazy from the onslaught of emotion rolling through her.
"It's past time." He slid his thumb into her, pulling a little and leaving a sound of satisfaction. "I'm going to devour you over and over."
Bethany pressed against his fingers, her sense of modesty long gone. He leaned over and kissed the top of her stomach, his lips feather light. Her breath caught in her chest as he looked up at her.
"I'm sorry for yesterday. I'll explain when I can. Rest so I can make love to you until you can't walk." He kissed her again and carefully released her, walking to the door and pausing to look over his shoulder at her. "Fuck me ..."
Bethany waited to respond until he disappeared from the room. "No, fuck me ... please."
* * *
The late afternoon turned into evening as Bethany rested. Her nap had lasted until a little after eight. Bethany checked her phone and found nothing from Damon or Kent. Getting up, she slipped on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She stopped by the bathroom to make sure she didn't look like the hot mess she felt like. He should have been back by then.
She picked up the phone and called him after brushing her teeth and pulling her hair into a ponytail.
"Hey." His voice was strained. Something was wrong.
"Hey. You okay?"
"Yeah, this is just a lot more than I expected."
"You need my help?"
"No, but I'm not going to be back anytime soon. Dad just ran to pick up sandwiches and leave you a message."
"Where are you guys? I can get food and bring it to you."
"No, he's already been gone ten minutes. We're at the downtown office. Just grab something good to eat, and enjoy the room. Get the valet to take you somewhere if you get stir crazy. I'll be there as soon as I can."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. We'll put you to work tomorrow."
She hung up, a sense of disappointment settling over her. The promise of their night of hot sex and deep groans seemed to be dissipating fast. Might be for the better. She sat down on the bed and reached for the hotel phone. Ordering room service wasn't her first choice, but it would be better than going hungry for the night. Too many hard memories attached to hunger.
She ordered a chicken sandwich and fries before slipping out of her jeans and into a pair of pajama pants. She texted Matt to see how he was doing and got a phone call in return.
"Hey. I didn't mean for you to call."
He laughed, the sound brightening her mood immediately. "I like talking more than texting. My fingers are too fat for all that jazz. Besides, I can't read emotion. I can hear it."
"Well, I'm glad you called then."
"How are you?"
"I'm good. Damon and I had a bad fight yesterday, but today is better."
"Have you guys talked through whatever you were fighting over?"
"Yes and no. I apologized. He did too."
"Damon apologized? Whoa. Hold the phone."
Bethany laughed, lying back on the bed and letting her mind drift back to the various ways he had apologized. "Yeah, he did."
"That's big, Beth. Have you told him?"
"Told him what?"
"That you're in love with him."
"What?" She sat up, hugging the phone closer to her ear as if someone might hear their private conversation.
"I'm not saying anything you don't know already. Does he know?"
She sighed. "I think so. I don't know. That's a lot to spring on him. We've barely known each other a week. I'm not putting that out there yet. It would scare him to death."
"I think you'd be surprised."
"Yes, well, no. Just no."
Matt laughed again. "When are you coming home?"
"Wednesday night. Come to your dad's that night so we can catch up."
"I'll be there. You should tell him."
"No."
"Okay, but I think it would be a good thing."
"You also pretend to be crazy, so people leave you alone."
"True, and it works, right?"
They laughed, and Bethany hung up, Matt's words washing over her. Should she express herself to Damon? What was the look on his face the night before when she had slipped up a bit? Horror? Fear? Loss of words at being accepted? She glanced at the clock and pulled herself into the bed, waiting for her food and wishing like hell he were there.
"I love you, Damon," she whispered into the empty room, the words sounding right but sprouting fear. What if he couldn't return them? What if he could but wouldn't?
Chapter 25
Bethany
Bethany woke to an empty room Monday m
orning. Damon's suitcase still sat by the door, nothing in the room having been touched or moved. She sat up and reached for her phone. The message from him was at two in the morning. Just a note that they wouldn't be back until breakfast. Worry tugged at her. What if it wasn't about business? What if he had someone here and went to stay with her?
She growled at herself and climbed out of bed before stripping and heading to the shower. He would be who he was, and until they locked down their relationship, she didn't have much say over any of that. She stepped into the steamy hot water. The mesmerizing pressure of the liquid caused her to groan in relief. Sleep had been welcome after the long night before of worrying all night.
The bathroom door opened and closed. Bethany stuck her head out, her hair partially wet, eyes wide. Damon looked over at her, pulling his shirt off.
"Sorry about last night. Such a fucking mess. I don't know what happened with the office manager, but he dicked up everything for this audit today."
He wasn't himself at all, nor did he look healthy. Dark circles sat under his eyes, his skin peaked. She moved back and opened the shower, hiding behind the curtain.
"I wish you would have come and picked me up. I could have helped. Come in here with me."
"I should have. You're right. I just got into trying to fix it, and before I knew it, the sun was coming up." He dropped his slacks and boxers before sliding into the small space with her. She released the curtain and turned to face him. Damon reached for her, closing the small step that stood between them. His hands slid around her waist, the water making his fingers glide with ease.