Tamed By You (Always & Forever #2)

14. Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Ali

We make our way down to the Casino, trying to act as if I didn’t just have my legs wrapped around him as he drilled me into the wall. I’m pretty sure I’ve got the indent of the paneling on my back, but I’m praying no one notices.

Everyone is sitting around a blackjack table sipping drinks. Ria catches my eye and waves us over.

“Did you guys' kiss and make up?” Jack calls.

I let out a weak laugh. “Yep, all sorted.”

“We’ll be on our best behavior,” Harry says, throwing an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into him. I give my best smile and nod in agreement.

“Glad to hear it,” Jack says. He looks at his watch and takes Ria’s hand.

“Our reservation is in five minutes. Let’s go, I wasn’t expecting you guys to take so long. I hope you two didn’t trash the suite whilst you figured your shit out.” I avoid his gaze, rooting through my purse for my phone, but Harry responds.

“Nope, all good. Let’s eat, I’m starving, I’ve worked up quite the appetite.” I lift my head to look at him and he gives me a cheeky wink.

Lord, let me make it through this meal with him.

We head into the steak restaurant. We are seated at a long wooden table with candles running through as a centerpiece. The walls, floor, and ceiling are all a deep burgundy and it’s so dark in here I wonder how I will actually see my food.

I take a seat and Harry sits next to me. It seems in our absence everyone has coupled off, chatting in little groups and we are the odd ones out.

“Looks like it’s you and me, Ali Cat.”

“Wonderful,” I say, smiling through gritted teeth.

We make it through two courses without a hitch. We even have a pleasant conversation. I tell him about the magazine’s upcoming campaign, and I think it’s the longest and most authentic conversation we’ve had. He talks about the club in London that’s due to open soon, and for some reason, I am hanging off his every word like a teen with a crush.

“So will you be moving to London?” Mason asks, one arm stretched over the back of Harley’s seat.

“Everything’s up in the air at the moment. I’m tempted, but if I find a reason to stay stateside, I won’t be moving, but I need to go back short term.”

“Those British girls though, bet you had a wild time,” Brad comments before taking a sip of whiskey.

A knot forms in my stomach at the idea of Harry being with another girl.

Hello, why do I care?

I take my wine glass and drain it; I’m going to need to be drunk to get through tonight.

He chuckles. “They were, but when they throw themselves at you because of your accent that’s never fun. Give me an American girl any day. I like a challenge.”

As the last word left his lips, my body stills as his hand touches my knee and slides under my dress and dangerously close to my panties.

I cough, choking on my wine, spraying it over the table, and then, to really finish it off, I knock my glass flying, wine spilling on the floor between us.

“You okay, babe. Got a little choked up there… here.” He takes a napkin, wiping down the table and then my dress, his hand wandering down into my lap.

“What are you doing?” My eyes dart around the table.

“Just cleaning you up, Ali Cat,” he whispers, “you seem to have got yourself all wet.”

Thankfully no one is looking, and it looks like they believe Harry, is indeed wiping up the wine I just spilled. His hand slides between my legs and my eyes widen at him.

“Are you crazy?” I hiss, not wanting to make a scene. We've caused enough of an issue day.

“Ssshhh, just go with it,” he whispers as he slides my panties to the side and strokes through my folds, finding my clit. He hums softly. “Yep, you’re soaking.”

My hand clamps down on his thigh, and I try to bend slightly making it look like I’m checking the floor for any wine.

“You need to stop... now,” I say through gritted teeth, my eyes wide. I can feel my body heating and I’m about two flicks away from combusting.

“I thought you were fun, Ali Cat. Not scared of falling apart at the table in front of our friends, are we?” And there’s that wicked grin that makes me want to slap and devour him with my mouth in equal measure, because shit, the man can kiss.

“You wouldn't dar—” My words stop as he pushes a finger inside me and there's no way we can keep this up without someone noticing.

“I’ll stop if you agree to come to my suite tonight, and I’ll finish what I've just started.”

My eyes flutter shut, my hand grips the edge of my seat as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me, I squeeze my thighs together to stop his movements, but he kicks my feet apart with his foot.

“You are a clumsy girl aren't you, dropping your napkin, let me get that.”

He leans closer as if he’s reaching for something and I do the same.

“Harry, please…” I beg.

“Now that just turns me on even more baby when you ask me like that. Just say yes.”

“To what,” I ask, my voice barely a whisper, too lost in the feel of his touch. My eyes begin to roll, and I clear my throat to prevent a moan escaping as he starts circling my clit with his thumb.

“To coming to my suite tonight.”

Today was a slip, it wasn’t supposed to happen, I blame the vodka, but I can't come apart here and ruin Jack and Ria’s weekend any further.

But against my better judgment, I breathlessly say, “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he whispers which sends a flutter of excitement through me.

He sits up, removing his hand in a flash as the waiter comes behind us to deliver our desert and I wince at the loss. I move back into my seat, hating the throbbing between my legs that’s so strong I consider making an excuse to go to the bathroom and finish myself off.

He swipes a finger through the cheesecakes, the finger I know that’s just been inside of me, and brings it to his mouth, sucking it clean.

“Mmmmhhhh, strawberry cheesecake. My favorite,” he moans around his finger.

My eyes widen, mouth falling open. Dear god, he did not just do that. I cross my legs under the table to ease the ache. Picking up my spoon, and devour my cheesecake, anything to distract myself from Harry and his damn fingers.

“Before we part ways for the night, I just wanted to thank you all for coming and making this weekend special for the two of us. It means the world to us both that you are all here,” Jack says addressing the table, but he can’t take his eyes off Ria.

They make me believe in love… even make a small part of me want it for myself one day. But I can't ever see myself finding someone who looks at me the way he looks at her. So few get to experience that kind of love, I just don’t think it’s on the cards for me, I don’t think I could ever let anyone in enough to find out.

“Now, ladies, enjoy your night, look after my girl and we will be hitting the casino and hope we won't be selling the businesses by the end of the night to settle the tab,” Jack jokes and everyone laughs.

“Not a chance, I’m winning us the big bucks,” Harry says beside me. He moves in closer, brushing his shoulder with mine, lowering his voice, just loud enough for me to hear. “... and I’ll be ending my night with the jackpot. You beneath me.”

Rolling on my side, my chest heaving, I swipe the hair out of my sweat-soaked face.

“That was…” I pant, unable to speak.

“The best yet,” he says, his breathing as unsteady as mine.

“Yeah, I think it was.” I swallow closing my eyes.

How did this happen, again? How do I keep ending up with him? We get on each other's nerves and have nothing nice to say about each other most of the time, yet I’m drawn to him like a magnet. He seems to know how to unlock every part of my body and give me pleasure like I've never experienced.

I want to stay here, lay with him but this will get messy, I don't do the feelings and the after part. I push myself up and go in search of my clothes.

“Hey where are you going?”

“Back to my room,” I say picking up my panties and sliding them on.

“Why? Stay,” he says sitting up, smoothing a hand through his just-fucked hair.

“I don't do sleepovers, H. Can you throw me my dress?” He reaches over, picking up my dress that got thrown on the nightstand, and slings it my way.

He gets off the bed, finding his boxer briefs, and sliding them on as I watch in awe. He really is gorgeous. A body clearly built in the gym.

“Can you zip me?” I say turning my back to him. He walks over, zipping me in and spinning me round, pressing a kiss to my lips that I sink into. God, can he kiss. He awakens every nerve ending just with a swipe of his tongue.

I pull back, planting my hands on his bare chest, not liking how much I am enjoying this. This isn't me. I don't do this. I’ve never slept with the same guy more than twice.

“Look, we'd be fools not to continue this and I have an opening on my roster, and I’d like you to fill it.” He grins.

“Are you for real?” I deadpan, shoving him back. He laughs, pulling me into him so we fall back onto the bed.

I let out a giggle, surprising myself at how light and airy it sounds. He reaches up, delicately tucking my hair behind my ear, and once again I find myself leaning into his touch, not wanting him to let go.

“Kind of. Look, I don't know about you, but I want to keep doing this. Just fun. Just sex.”

“Just sex? Nothing else?” I question him suspiciously.

“Yeah, sure, if that's what you want.”

I think for a second. “So, you want us to be fuck buddies?” I ask eyeing him curiously. He pulls himself up to a seated position, holding on to my hips, keeping me in place so I’m straddling his lap.

“If you want to name it, Ali baby, then we’ll name it, but yeah, I want to be your fuck buddy.”

“This has been fun I guess, and yeah as much as I hate to inflate your already huge ego, you’re not bad in the sack.”

He gives me a sexy wide grin, all white teeth and a glint in his eye. “Why, thank you.”

“I can’t commit to anything,” I’m quick to state.

“We don’t even have to talk, unless it’s you moaning my name and begging me to fuck you.”

I playfully slap his chest. “Okay, so how would it work then? Have we got a schedule or just send out a code word?”

“I’m not Batman, babe, but if you need a code, I can get on board with that, I’d quite enjoy seeing ‘SOS, Ali Hart needs you to ruin her pussy’, flash up on my phone.” He grins as if he’s imagining it. “Yeah, I like the sound of that.”

Rolling my eyes I shove his chest. “You're such an ass, you know that right.”

“Don’t pretend you don't like it, Ali Cat. My charm is what got your panties off in the first place,” he winks, “look, if and when I'm in New York, if we are free and we wanna hook up, we text and if we aren't, then no biggie, but I know I can’t say this won’t happen again.”

I nod. “And no one can know, especially Jack and Ria, they will have us walking up the aisle behind them,” I stress.

He laughs “They really would.” Looking into my eyes for a beat longer than I’d like because when he looks at me like that it makes me want to forget my rules and stay. Needing to break the tension I say, “Okay, when you’re back in New York next, let me know and if I’m free we can hook up. If not, I’ll see you at the wedding?” He doesn't respond, just simply nods.

I press a quick kiss to his lips and climb off his lap. “Wait, you're really leaving?” He jumps up, watching me as I get dressed.

“Yeah,” I say reaching for my heels and purse. “I have three rules for this deal.” I hold my finger in the air. “One, my bra stays on. That’s a no-go zone.” I hold a second finger. “Two, no deep personal questions.” Holding up a third finger, I say, “And three, no sleepovers. We do what we do and then you leave, or I leave depending on where we are.”

He looks at me with a quizzical expression. “I think I can get on board with that but I’m going to win you over with the sleepovers. I’m a great sleepover buddy.”

“I’m sure you are… laters, H.” I blow him a kiss walking backwards to the door.

“Laters, Ali Cat.”

I tiptoe through the boys’ suite and creep into mine, closing the door quietly behind me and make my way through the dimly lit hallway to my room. I flop down on the bed and stare up at the ceiling.

Have I just made the best or worst deal of my life? Only time will tell, but one thing’s for sure, it can’t ever be more than just sex with him, because I get the feeling if I open up my heart to him, I risk getting hurt, and I don’t think I’ll survive it.