Undone
Adele
Daniel makes sure I have two orgasms that have my legs shaking and my voice hoarse from screaming for him. He follows me over the edge with a throaty, masculine groan. Afterwards, he doesn’t speak, he just kisses me, making love to my mouth in a way I’ve never experienced.
He traces every inch of my skin with his tongue, delving into my pussy until I come again. Then he turns me over and fucks me on all fours.
He doesn’t go easy on me, and I give as good as I get. Pushing back into him so he goes deep enough to hit the spot deep inside that has my mouth dropping open.
No sound leaving my throat as I experience another explosive climax.
His stamina amazes me. Never has a man made me come so many times, fucked me over and over until I spasm and my pussy hurts. Still, he doesn’t stop. Alternating his fingers and his tongue, then his thick, rock-hard dick. On the bed, against the window, the cold panes of glass making my nipples tingle. Then on the bureau which I swear we almost break.
By the time the sun is rising, I’m completely undone and sure I’ve lost the use of my legs. We pass out together, with me half lying on him, our skin slick with sweat.
The sun is beaming down on me when my eyes crack open. I shift, rubbing my thighs together, the ache between my legs brings back every memory of the night before. Rolling onto my back I turn to see the bed beside me is empty.
He left? I’m not sure how I feel about that. Wasn’t I the one to tell him not to let feelings get involved. I scrub a hand down my face and toss the covers aside. I’m starving. Fucking all night works up an appetite.
After a quick glance at myself in the mirror, I use the bathroom, wash my face and straighten up my hair. I can shower after I eat. Grabbing a robe from the back of the door, I slip my arms in and loosely tie the sash.
It shocks me when I step out onto the balcony and look downstairs. Daniel’s jacket is folded over the arm of the couch and sounds come from the kitchen. He’s still here. My heart thumps and I press a hand over it to steady myself.
He’s pouring himself a glass of water, dressed but his shirt is loose. He turns when he hears me. His eyes take in every inch of me.
“Want one?” he asks.
“I’m okay for now,” I say. Daniel nods and drinks the whole glass of water. He sets it down, not taking his eyes from me. “I’ve got to get to work.”
“Oh,” I hide the disappointment. Of course he does. This was one night Adele. Besides, I don’t think I could let him near me again right now anyway. “I’ll let you out.”
“Thanks,” he brushes past me and grabs his jacket.
Tightening the sash on the silk robe, almost as hard as I tighten down the ridiculous sense of disappointment, I slip my feet into a pair of flip-flops and head for the front door. Every step of the way, I feel him behind me.
This is a good thing. I have to get the bar ready for opening and I’ve got work to do with the lawsuit.
We cross to the front door, and I reach up to pull the deadbolt down which goes up into the ceiling.
Daniel’s arm goes around my middle and pulls me back. He dips his head down and nuzzles his face into my hair. My eyes close as he parts the robe. Its silk and reaches mid-thigh.
His fingers trace slow circles on my thighs as he takes in a deep breath against my neck. They ghost across my pussy, toying with my clit for a moment. A deep aching throb starts up in my lower stomach and I grow wet. He doesn’t linger though.
Tilting my head to the side, my eyes drift shut as he nudges the loose knot and opens the robe. My nipples harden against his palm as he touches my breast, his lips pressing against my neck. The urge to turn and kiss him deeply almost makes me lose myself again but no. I can’t. Wasn’t I the one who made him promise not to fall in love with me.
This is sex. He got divorced yesterday. I’ve had my heart broken too badly. Daniel would be the worst kind of heartbreak.
I slip out of his grasp and turn to face him. His erection was prodding my back and I do everything in my power to avert my eyes from his dick.
His smile is soft as he looks at me.
“You’ve got work,” I remind him.
Daniel nods. He takes a step towards me, and his hand comes up to the side of my neck, his fingers splaying across the nape. He presses a gentle kiss to my temple.
It’s impossible to read what he is thinking, but that kiss didn’t feel like a goodbye.
What am I doing? Getting dick drunk that’s what. I unlock the door and Daniel steps around me, glancing down at my state of undress. He blocks me from the door, and I smirk. Like I was about to flash any passers-by.
After one last look, his eyes intense, Daniel slips out of the door and pulls it shut behind him.
“What was that?” I mumble, pulling the robe closed around me.
Shaking myself out of the Daniel induced stupor, I re-bolt the door and hurry upstairs to take a shower and eat.
The bar needs to be cleaned up because I didn’t do it last night. I’ve got about two hours before the staff show up.
Forcing myself to forget last night is going to be hard enough, the ache between my legs is going to make it more difficult.
An hour later, after I’ve finished cleaning up, there is a bang at the front door. It’s not time for the others to arrive yet. My cousin is standing on the threshold when I pull the door open.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
Jay runs the brewery, rarely coming to the city. Uncle Harvey is his dad. He worked here for a few years before taking over the brewery, making it what it is today. I know he hates coming to the Hideaway. It reminds him too much of his dad.
“We need to talk.”
“About what?”
He gives me a look that reminds me so much of my uncle it makes my heart twinge. I miss him every day. He’d hate to see what is happening to us.
Jay follows me and sits on a stool as I go back behind the bar. I offer him a drink and pour us two cokes.
“Andy met with the lawyers. They’re talking about 312 again.”
“No.”
He rubs a hand through his hair and sighs. “You know I’m with you on that. Dad would lose his mind if he thought we were giving up the IPA.”
“So why is Andy still talking about it like it’s an option?” I can’t keep the anger out of my voice.
“Because after running the numbers, it’s a no brainer.”
“Jay, tell me you’re not considering this.”
“What else are we supposed to do, Adele? We either make money with the IPA, or lose Blue’s.”
“There has to be something we can do. I told you and the others I was going to fight this.”
“Andy looked into this guy Faulkner. He’s a billionaire.”
“He’s a prick,” I mutter.
“That’s not something we need to prove,” he gives me a wry smile. “You have any other ideas? Andy thinks because he’s the oldest, he can make all the decisions.”
“He’s always been like that. We’ve never given in to him before.”
Andy is Uncle Harvey’s oldest kid. He doesn’t work in the brewery, but he is in marketing and technically, we’re a client. He does own shares in the brewery. I’m the one whose name is on the deed here, and I’m not giving in. I tell Jay as much.
“How do we fight it? The numbers the lawyers are talking about are insane. To pay it off-”
“We’re not doing that.”
Jay holds out his hands in a silent question. What then?
My lips twist in thought as I look out of the window. The sidewalk is busier now with people going about their business. Not as busy as it is in the evening when Lakeview becomes a hive of activity.
Wait a second. The night of the incident was like any other after a Cubs game. Full of people. People who come here regularly. The same people who love the bar.
“What are you thinking? You have that look on your face that is going to get us in trouble.”
“We’re not kids anymore Jay,” I tell him.
There are only six months between us, me being the oldest. We were thick as thieves as kids, always getting each other into trouble. We’re still close now. Not just because we work together with the brewery and the bar. He’s more like a brother to me, than Andy is to him.
An idea is forming in my mind. Jay is right, to a degree. My family might not like it. We agreed to keep this whole mess quiet, but the beauty of Blue’s Hideaway is the community of people we’ve created here. Locals and tourists alike love this place.
“We fight fire with fire,” I say in a determined voice.
“Adele,” he warns me.
“I need to run out,” I hurry around the bar. Jay swivels around to watch me. “You can hang around till everyone gets here, right?”
“What? No. Adele I’ve got to get back to the brewery.”
“It’ll be an hour, tops. Curtis will be here by then and you can go.”
“Adele!” He calls after me as I grab my stuff and go to the door. “At least tell me what you’re going to do.”
“I’m not letting him win. I’m not giving up 312 and we aren’t losing Blue’s Hideaway.”
“You’re gonna cause some shit, aren’t you?”
I grin at him. The concern is still in his eyes, but it softens. He’ll back me all the way. We’re on the same wavelength, Jay and me.
“Just promise to let Andy know when I’m far, far away.”
“Chicken,” I flip him off.
“I knew I should have called instead of driving down here.”
My laughter echoes around the empty bar and I hurry out the door onto the busy sidewalk. Standing still for a moment, I look around me, taking a deep breath in. I love this place, and this neighborhood.
“Excuse me.” A couple are standing just to my right. The man points to Blue’s. “Do you work here?”
“I do.”
“What time do you open?”
“A couple more hours,” I tell them, smiling.
They look disappointed but nod. I walk away when they stop me again.
“Could you take our picture?”
My smile spreads. If this isn’t a sign, I don’t know what is. “Of course, do you want to get by the sign in the window?”