Restrained (Sterling Family #3)

20. Hayden

20

HAYDEN

L ola’s black Louis Vuittons dig into the middle of my back as I devour her sweet pussy, making her scream. I can’t get enough of this woman. Her heels burrowing into my back muscles only intensify the pleasure.

We’re both completely naked except for her heels, and as she comes, screaming my name, her fingernails clawing my biceps, I suck harder on her clit as two of my fingers stretch her.

I didn't want her to leave yesterday, and when she showed up at my house today—to work—I ended up taking her up to my room, caveman-style over my shoulder and stripping her naked.

Her hands move to my hair as she tries to push me away, the pleasure too intense. I smile against her, lapping her once more before her legs drop to the side. I drag my mouth up to her belly button, swirling my tongue around it and up to her nipple, nipping it hard enough for her to hiss with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

My bare cock is sliding along her slickness, but I don’t enter her as my lips crash against hers. I can’t stop thinking about her.

I’ve never felt like this before, and it’s disturbing.

She nibbles on my bottom lip. Her voice is full of gravel and lust when she says, “Make me come again, and I'll give you a present.”

I kiss her lips and push my body up, away from her. Grabbing her hip, I flip her over and then pull her flush against me. My chest is against her back with her on her knees. My hand wraps around her throat, not applying a lot of pressure but holding her to me as my other hand snakes down between her breasts and over her flat stomach to cup her pussy. “I’m pretty sure you’ve already done that.”

She doesn’t pull out of my grasp, just leans back against me, totally relaxed, and it does insane things to me. “I’ll give you something else.”

I smile, my fingers easily sliding through her wet folds and dragging over her clit as I slide my other hand up her throat to her chin, tipping her head back into a slightly awkward kiss, but it doesn’t matter.

Somehow we’re connected as I release her chin, my mouth moving to her neck as I line my cock up at her entrance from behind, entering her with one sure thrust. We both groan as I pinch her clit and she clenches around me.

Once I'm inside her, my arm wraps around her waist, pulling her to me as we fuck with reckless abandon, my fingers on her clit, driving us both toward a crashing orgasm.

We aren’t even finished yet, and already, I want her again. This is fucking bizarre.

Her hands grip my wooden headboard as she leans forward, giving me better access to her tight pussy. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Her back arches. I know she’s close from the way she tightly squeezes my cock and her voice goes into a higher octave. “I never knew this could feel so good.”

There’s that pride again.

It’s not long before she’s coming around my cock and I'm emptying inside of her, one hand in her hair and the other still strumming her clit. My teeth nip along her neck. I want her for myself. A sick feeling of wanting to keep her and never letting her go washes over me. I feel oddly possessive.

She leans back against my chest as my dick begins to soften inside her before I pull out and lay back on the bed, taking her body with mine. She rolls so her chest is against mine and looks into my eyes. “This is so strange.”

I know what she means. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

She presses a kiss to my lips and then climbs off my body, my own shuddering at the loss of contact as I sit up and watch her walk in only those heels out of my room.

Where the fuck is she going?

She returns with a small, cardboard bakery box in her hands, a fork and a lighter. “Where did that come from?”

She shrugs. “I had it in my bag.”

She grabs my dress shirt from the floor, pulling it on over her shoulders. Although I hate seeing her covered, I don’t hate her in my shirt. She brings out my inner caveman, that’s for sure.

“What is it?”

She smiles and sits down on the bed. “I missed your birthday.”

She opens the box with a slice of what appears to be lemon cake inside with two candles, one a three and the other a zero. She lights them and then places the lighter on the table next to my bed. “You were with me on my birthday.”

She smiles again, a wickedly sweet, sexy smile on her beautiful face. “I didn’t like you then.” She laughs. “And we were working. That doesn’t count.”

I stare at the cake. I can’t remember the last time I celebrated a birthday. My grandma tried, but I wasn’t fond of them even as a little kid after I moved in with her.

“Make a wish and blow them out.”

My eyes meet hers. “I don’t believe in wishes.”

Her face nears mine. “Well. I. Do.” She takes a deep breath and looks down at the cake between us. “At least now.”

Again, guilt fills my body, and I hate I’m giving her false hope. Like I could be good in her life when all I'm destined for is to bring strife, a curse that will destroy her.

“Blow them out, Hayden.”

I take a deep breath and look down at the flickering candles, making the only wish I can think of.

That she won’t hate me forever.

I blow the candles out, and she smiles, her finger swiping through the frosting and then bringing it to my lips. “You have to take the first bite. It’s a rule.”

“Where did you get all these rules?”

She laughs as I bring the tip of her finger to my mouth, sucking off the frosting and making her swallow tightly. “My mother. She always tried.”

“And failed?”

She shrugs her shoulders, taking her own taste of the cake’s frosting using the same finger that was just in my mouth. “She always tried to make us the perfect family, but we just weren’t.”

“No family is perfect.”

“She wanted us to be for my father. I guess she hoped that way he’d stop cheating on her.”

I bristle, her father sounds like a real fucking dick, and I hope I never meet him. “That’s sad.”

She doesn’t argue and hands me the fork. “Here’s to thirty.”

I take the fork from her, securing a bite of cake, but instead of bringing it to my mouth, I move it to her lips. She smiles, opening her mouth and allowing me to feed her. My heart thrums in my chest, aching, knowing I need to come clean.

“Lola....” I hate the weakness in my voice.

Her response is taking the fork and feeding me a bite of the cake that, to my surprise, actually melts in my mouth and is delicious. I don’t even like sweets.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

She nods her head knowingly. “Right? They’re the best bakery in town.”

My hand cups her cheek and brings her forward so I can kiss her lips. She tastes like lemon and frosting and so fucking good. She smiles against my lips. “Where were you for the first thirty years of my life?”

Her smile fades, but she doesn’t back away from me, her voice quiet and sullen. “In hell.”

Again, my chest squeezes tight, as my thumb swipes over her cheek. “You’re one strong woman, Lola. Not even hell can take you down.”

She pulls back, but only slightly, just enough to look in my eyes. She lays a kiss on my lips again and then turns to look on the clock sitting on my nightstand. “I have to go.”

“What?” I look down at the cake between us. “We haven’t even finished our cake.”

She kisses me again. “I know. I have to meet with Penelope and Viv about other accounts.” She smiles. “The less high maintenance ones.”

I chuckle. “Those fuckers.”

She laughs, placing the cake on the bed and stands up, collecting her skirt from the floor and tugging it on. “And then I should probably get some actual work done for you.”

She shrugs out of my shirt as she picks up her blouse. I yank her to me by her wrist, making her squeal happily as I pull her into my arms, her bare breasts pressing against my chest. “Or we could say fuck it all and stay in bed all day.”

What the hell is wrong with me? Forgoing work for sex? That’s really not me.

I swear I can feel her heart pounding against my own as her finger traces along my shoulder. “Please don’t tempt me.”

“Tomorrow?”

She scrunches her nose up like she’s thinking about it and then pecks my lips. “Yes. But work first, then reward.”

“It’s a date.”

“It’s a date, Hayden.” She kisses me again before climbing off my bed, getting dressed and tossing me another kiss through the air before she leaves.

Fuck, I'm in trouble.