The One, page 3
And to think I’d stood in her bedroom looking like that. It bothered me at the most inopportune times throughout the week. I just hopped into my head out of nowhere, bringing me to shame.
When Nat told me what all I’d been saying that night, I wasn’t too put out. It was just her and I at the bar; after all, no need to be embarrassed since no one else heard. And I still stand by what I said, even though he’d kicked me out so unceremoniously. Then I’d started telling myself that maybe he needed to get me out of there before his boss, the owner of the club, found out. And now I learn that that too is incorrect, and he is indeed the owner himself, and he just doesn’t like me.
“Excuse me, Ms.”
“Who me?” I looked up at the giant who came to stand next to me in his tux, looking like a cowboy in a Manhattan high rise, in other words, out of place. He looked like he should be wearing tank tops that show off his many tattoos, assuming he had any to go with his rough and tumble bad boy look.
Now, why can’t he do anything for me? He’s fine. Not as fine as baby daddy, but he’s polite when he talks to me. I smiled, ready to turn on the charm, while Nat had gone suddenly mute beside me.
“Yes, you. I’m afraid I’m gonna have to ask you to come with me.”
My mouth fell open, but before I could say anything, he was leading me away with his hand on my elbow. Nat came out of her lust stupor long enough to go into lawyer mode. “Excuse me, where do you think you’re taking her?”
“You’re coming too red.” She preened and did that goofy thing she does when she’d trying to pretend she’s still a virgin and not a three-time divorcee.
I rolled my eyes as the giant frog marched me back into the club and down a long hallway that was different from the one I remember and on the other side of the club. He led us upstairs and opened the door to one room, and left me there before taking her further down the hall.
She didn’t even look back as she got her flirt on. I always knew that heifer would throw me over for some dick. I looked around the room after trying the door and finding it locked. I hadn’t seen him use a key. “Whoa!” This place is nice. Almost as nice as the room I’d slept in that night, although I didn’t get to see much of it.
There were suede couches in deep blood red, the floor was white marble with a gold vein, and the fixtures around the room were the same shade of gold, more twenty-four carat than fourteen. I’ve never seen couches like these before. They were the size of day beds and long, and I’m almost certain that the backs can be pushed back to turn the seats into a bed.
Just what the hell is this place? A high-end house of ill repute would be my first guess. There was every amenity known to man and a fully stocked bar in the corner. If I wasn’t so nervous about what was going on, I’d have made me something, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why security had brought me in here.
Wait a minute. I just let a strange man lock me away in one room while waltzing off with my friend to another. What is it about this place and giving up my inhibitions? I tried the door again, but it was still locked, and I realized I couldn’t hear the music or anything else for that matter.
I looked around for something to use as I walked around the room, muttering to myself. I looked out the window to see how far down it was, and then I got my phone and called Nat. For all I know, she could be halfway to some foreign land to be some asshole's sex slave.
Nat is the type of blonde you see on the news, bless her heart. She’s a top-level attorney who you’d love to see in a courtroom; what she did to my ex in the divorce should be turned into a mini-series, but when it comes to men and social situations, my bestie is dumb as a stump. And with me as her wingman and she as mine, well, there’s no wonder we’re where we are.
“Nat, where the hell are you?”
“Ooh, you have got to see this room.”
“What room, where?”
“I don’t know; it’s not far from yours. Jaz said it’s one of the VIP suites. Hey, did you find out what we supposedly did? He didn’t say anything but wait.”
“Well, that’s one more word than I got which is zilch. Somebody better come open this door before I start breaking shit.” I moved my mouth away from the phone to yell.
“I don’t think it’s anything bad….”
“You flirted with him, didn’t you? And he flirted back just a little to keep you interested.”
“It wasn’t like that; Jax is a nice guy.” This bitch!
“Funny, you didn’t ask me where I am.”
“I know where you are; I was there when he took you to the room, remember.”
“That’s what you think.” I hung up the phone to teach her a lesson, never mind that last week I was the one who was running after strange dick; that was a whole other story. Mr. Hottie was walking around with my babies somewhere on his person.
I must’ve walked that floor a hundred times before I heard movement at the door. I braced myself, ready to let loose on whoever came through that door and ended up forgetting my knowledge of the English language when he walked through the door.
MACE
I stood outside the room watching her on my phone to see how she’d react. I’d have expected tantrums or threats at the very least, maybe some of those female weapons, like tears. Instead, she’d prowled around the room muttering to herself, or maybe she was having another one of her intimate conversations with her pussy, who knows.
I was getting a kick out of her antics and mini-meltdown until after her phone call, and then she looked like she was about to destroy my place with her shit. I opened the door, and we stood staring at each other. Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked a bit flustered until her back straightened, her shoulders went back, and she had mayhem in her eyes.
I let my eyes roam over her body as she stood there huffing like a fire-breathing dragon. Up close, that dress did amazing things to her curves, have mercy. It was easy to see from this close that just a slip of s finger down the neckline would reveal the abundant curves of her tits which sat firm and lush on her chest.
Her legs were bare beneath, no stockings or anything else to hide her smooth, soft skin and her ass, the way it filled out that dress. “Come here, Stephanie?” She looked incongruous. I’d heard everything she’d said to her friend at the bar, so I had a pretty good idea where her head was at, and nothing could be further from the truth.
There were a number of reasons why I didn’t touch her that night, apart from the fact that she was too intoxicated to make that decision herself. For one, it could’ve landed my ass in a sticky situation. I’m not about to end up on somebody’s newsreel for taking advantage of an intoxicated woman who came into my bar. That alone would lead to all kinds of trouble I don’t want.
Add the fact that she’d seed hunting to get her ass bred, and well, any sane man would steer clear of that shit. But the fact that I couldn’t get her out of my head at my most vulnerable, which is only when I’m asleep, and now the way my body’s reacting to seeing her again, I think there was more here than I first thought.
When she’d got up to leave, I think I panicked without even realizing it since it’s such a new emotion for me. The thought of never seeing her again made something in me revolt, and now here I am. I’ve never used my team to hunt down a female before, was never even tempted to, and plenty had walked after I refused to give them something or the other they wanted. Them, I’d never seen again. I know I’ve pissed off quite a few women who threw down the gauntlet expecting me to pick it up only to leave in a huff when I didn’t.
Putting all of that aside, she was the first ideal woman to seriously think of putting her money where her mouth was. “Didn’t you hear me? I said come here, Stephanie.” Oh yeah, she tried to hide it, but I saw the way she rubbed her thighs together. Her pussy’s probably wet from my masterful tone.
Funny, I wasn’t angling for that, but now that it’s fallen into my lap. I started moving towards her, my eyes holding hers. “If I have to come to you, you’re not going to like it. At least your ass won’t.” My cock did handsprings at the vision of her spread over my knees with her bare ass exposed to my eyes and hands.
I’m not sure which of us made the sound. I’m pretty sure I groaned at my lascivious thoughts, but what’s her excuse? She took a step forward, but it was her eyes I was studying now. She looked feverish, and when she got closer, I smelt her scent. Arousal!
She stopped in front of me and blinked like she didn’t know how she got there. “Good girl!” I reached my hand out and touched her hip through the soft silk of her dress, my eyes looking down into her cleavage, which was more noticeable from where I stood towering over her.
The scent of her pussy’s heat was intoxicating, and I inhaled deep and strong as she stared up at me like she’d lost her tongue. I lifted my other hand and moved a wisp of her hair off her face, and my fingertips brushed her ear. She drew in her breath harshly, and then her body shook slightly.
I watched in amazement as her cheeks flushed and her scent got stronger. “Did you just….?” Did she just cum from me touching her ear? She looked just as shocked by the realization as I did. Oh, hell yeah, this is going to be fun.
She’s funny, sexy, smart, and gorgeous. She’s the right size to fire up my fantasies, and she’s just cum in front of me, an orgasm brought on by me, and I hadn’t even kissed her yet. Her eyes widened as a lascivious smile spread across my face. “Eeek!” She made that little squeaking sound of hers when I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her in closer to me.
“I’ve been waiting all week to do this.” I didn’t give her the chance to protest; I just took her lips beneath mine in a forceful kiss. I didn’t use my usual technique of feeling her out first with soft little touches of my lips to hers. I had my tongue halfway down her throat as soon as she opened her lips wide enough to let me in.
As I fucked her mouth with my tongue, playing peekaboo and making her catch it. I imagined my cock sliding in and out of her pussy the same way. Her curves felt fucking amazing. Like cuddling something soft and sweet. And when I lifted her easily, she wrapped her legs around me and planted her pussy directly over my cock that was bursting to get out of my slacks and into her.
STEPH
I think I knew it was going to be him. Somewhere in the back of my mind, when I tried putting the pieces of the puzzle, it all came back to him. This was his club, that was his head of security, and I hadn’t committed a crime. So, what other reason could he have for dragging me away and leaving me in this room alone while taking my friend elsewhere?
The only thing is, I couldn’t think why he’d go to the trouble. He’d been more than in a hurry to see the back of me, and heaven knows what he thinks of me after falling asleep in his bed after barely meeting. Now, the old me would’ve stressed over something like that.
The new me, the me who I’d spent two years rebuilding, don’t give a good damn. The only problem was that it wouldn’t have mattered if he were someone else. Like Nat had said, once the clock hit thirty-five, one of us was going to hook up with the first viable man we found and do the deed until we got what we wanted, then send his ass on his merry way.
It’s not the most PC thing to do, but new me don’t give a tinker’s damn about that claptrap. Anyway, that was the plan. As long as he looked relatively decent and had an IQ above ten, he was doable.
But baby daddy was so pretty she wanted to keep him and play with him for a long time. And that’s why she’d been mad when the fog cleared, and she realized that she may have burned her chances of anything happening between them with her first impression.
Then, of course, she comes to her senses and realizes that he’s sacrilegiously good-looking with the body of a non-existent Greek god and that hair that makes her cooch do jumping jacks and tells herself to get real. As if someone like him would be even remotely interested in someone like her.
Though cooch did say, she felt his morning wood. But then again, all men have morning wood except for pansy-ass mama’s boys who can’t get a wood unless he sees mommy dearests’ sour puss over his breakfast pancakes. But I digress.
So, if cooch felt what she says she felt, does that mean anything? I was thinking all of these inane things while waiting for someone to come and open this door. My threats of mayhem and chaos had gone unanswered, so I figured maybe there were cameras and someone somewhere was watching me. That’s how it goes in the movies and on TV and in the books I’d taken to reading since the separation.
So, I did what any self-respecting person in my position would do. I started hamming for the potential cameras, turning from one corner of the room to the next, vamping it up by doing a little wiggles dance, then running my hands along my sides as if I were about to do a striptease. I even licked my finger seductively and gave the big wide eyes like I’d seen supposedly sexy women do on the big screen.
It had started out as a lark. Just something to do to while away the time until the mystery was solved. But halfway through it, when I thought of the possibility that he could indeed be watching, I started to get hot, and the game changed, and then he was just there.
My breath caught at the sight of him. He was dressed pretty much the way he had been the last time I saw him. A black Henley, one of the ones with a V-neck made out of cotton that looked like silk. It must be a top brand. He had it shoved into some dark indigo jeans and boots. His body is a freaking work of art, but it was the look in his eyes that held me captive.
I don’t know what was going on here, but I’ve never been this turned on this fast in my life, and I’ve been naked with a man for ten years. Then he touched my ear, and my ovaries pretty much sped up the ovulation; Ms. Kitty rolled over and purred, already having her legs spread wide open, or in her case, her lips, and she was doing some kind of breathing exercise that made her lips flutter.
I was about to ask her if she was already practicing for Lamaze but couldn’t quite put my thoughts together because he was standing so near. And then he lifted me; me. Now I don’t know how much I weigh because I tossed my scales two years ago when I got rid of the other dead weight around my neck and his appendage, aka, the mother-in-law from hell. But I’m darn near sure that I left two hundred pounds in my rearview mirror last week after that last bag of Chips Ahoy double chocolate stuffed cookies.
Cooch embarrassed herself by seeking out his cock to say hello as soon as my legs went around him. She was so happy right now that she was doing the electric slide. Me, I wasn’t doing much better. He was still holding me, and it had to have been five minutes already.
I started to get that panicky self-conscious feeling, like maybe I’m too heavy for him, though I didn’t feel any strain in his arms. “Don’t do that.” He pulled his mouth away to say against my lips.
“Do what?”
“Tense up. You just realized that I’ve been carrying you for more than ten seconds, and you went away in your head. Listen, I know a female reason isn’t your strong suit, but if I couldn’t carry you, I wouldn’t have lifted you.”
Did he just? Mother…. Oops! He shifted his hands under my ass and brought me lower until I was riding the bulge in his jeans. Right on my clit each time. I know the front of his jeans is going to be soaked. Ooh, it moved. It fucking moved.
He was looking at me the way I look at Alfredo’s cheesy lasagna. With hunger and downright carnal intent. I swooped in and covered his lips because why the hell not? He kept up that motion with his hand letting me ride his cock. I was there, Mount Vesuvius was about to erupt, and then he stopped.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Stephanie.” He licked my ear, and I whimpered. He hefted me up higher, taking away that lovely cock and making MS. Kitty very angry. She perked right back up at his tone and his meaning when he ran his hand over my ass suggestively.
“What?” I started to ask, but he covered my lips and quite literally fucked my mouth with his tongue. It went on until we both needed air then I was able to finish my sentence.
“What did I do?” He ran his hand over my ass cheek, pressing me into his rock-hard abs each time.
“Oh please-please-please.” I’m not sure what I was begging for, but I needed something.
“Please, what?”
Wait, I said that out loud?
“As I was saying, you’ve been a bad girl.” He walked towards the sofa that looked more like a bed and sat with me on his lap.
How is he holding me so effortlessly? He’s not even a little bit winded from carrying me across the room. Beneath my side and hip, his thighs were hard, muscular, and strong. He gazed up at him in amazement because from this angle, he was even prettier.
“First, you didn’t come to me when I called. I had to repeat myself.” He lifted his forefinger and made a back-and-forth motion that meant no, I guess. “But before that, you were checking out another man in my place.”
Huh? Wait what? How did he know about that?
There was no time to worry about such trivial things now. His hand landed on my ankle, and I drew in my breath at the feel of his warm, calloused hand against my soft flesh. He caressed my calve, kneading the flesh there before making his way up until his fingers traveled beneath my dress and reached my thigh.
The whole time my eyes stared back into his, and as if mesmerized, I couldn’t look away. When his fingers reached my hip and traveled further to my ass cheek, my face bloomed in color. Of all the nights, I’d decided to try on my new sexy hip-hugging lacy panties and bra set in tangerine.
“What have we got here?” He moved my dress out of the way and stared down at my panties. I wanted to die, really I did, but pussy, she’s like having a toddler who just learned the word and wants nothing to do with it. ‘Don’t you dare play the prude now; you owe me this. Now get him to do that thing he did back over there when you two were standing up.”
I wanted to answer her but didn’t because I didn’t want to break the spell. His nostrils flared as he looked down at my exposed ass cheek. The way he grabbed up all the excess material of my dress and gripped it in his hand, not caring that this was an eight-hundred-dollar silk dress, made my pussy weep at the sheer masculinity of it all.
