33. Daniel
33
DANIEL
“ Y ou made it,” Alex greets me warmly.
“Sorry, traffic. Where’s the birthday girl? I have her gift here,” I ask, handing him the bag.
“Upstairs with the girls doing something, they’re all up there. Just place it here, I think Camryn’s set up a present table somewhere,” Alex explains, looking around the foyer. “You can dump your stuff in your room and then meet us outside, I’ll have a scotch waiting for you, looks like you might need one.”
I walk upstairs, dump my bag in my room, and head back down.
“Daniel, you made it.” I see Ivy coming down the stairs with her friends behind her.
“Happy birthday, beautiful,” I say, kissing her cheeks.
“Thanks. You remember, my sister Camryn. And Olivia, and I’m not sure if you’ve met Kimberly before,” Ivy says, introducing me to her stunning friends.
“Lovely to meet you, ladies.”
Ivy links arms with me. “Have you seen Alex and the boys? They are probably outside,” she says, escorting me to where all the guests are. There’s a large marquee that engulfs a large portion of the backyard, and when you walk inside the tent there are booths, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, flowers everywhere, party lights, and a DJ set up in a corner. Staff are setting up tables of food and there’s a wall of champagne glasses. It’s extravagant, but I would expect nothing less from Ivy and Alex. I glance around quickly to see if Rosie is here yet, but she doesn’t seem to be. Alex hands me a tumbler filled with amber liquid, and I take a large gulp to calm myself.
I continue to talk with my friends, but every person who enters the marquee has my attention, and with every arrival, I become even more disappointed that it’s not her.
“Are you looking for someone?” Ivy asks.
“He’s scoping out the room for single women,” Alex teases.
I give him a smile as if to say he’s right, as I go back to sipping my drink.
“How’s everything else going? Work, women?” Alistair chuckles. I’m about to open my mouth but then I see her, looking like an absolute vision. Everything around me stops, and all I can see is her. She looks absolutely glowing. My eyes take in the sway of her hips as she walks through the marquee, her breasts bouncing with every step she takes toward our group. “Something seems to have caught your attention,” Alistair muses.
“She’s the woman decorating my cottage,” I confess, taking a sip of my drink, hoping to throw my friends off the scent.
“She works with Ivy?”
“Yeah, and her best friend is Emily, Louis’ new partner.” Alistair turns and looks at me in surprise. “I know, right?”
“Small world. Anything going on between the two of you? She seems to have captured your attention.”
I shake my head. “She looks beautiful, I wasn’t the only one staring at her.” This makes me want to pluck every man’s eyes out who dares look at Rosie as if she could be theirs.
“Which means you are even more interested.” He smirks knowingly.
“Remember Ivy warned me not to mess with her.”
Alistair bursts out laughing. “That was the girl? You’re in so much trouble.”
“I know,” I grumble.
“Luckily, there are plenty of other women here who would happily occupy your bed tonight. Not the one you aren’t allowed to touch.” He elbows me.
He’s right, but I don’t want anyone else. “Yeah, I guess,” I say, taking a sip of my drink.
“Rosie, come over, let me introduce you to the other halves,” Ivy calls out to her. Rosie’s face lights up when her eyes land on me as she walks over.
“You’re so fucked,” Alistair whispers into my ear.
Ivy starts introducing everyone to Rosie. “This is my soon-to-be brother-in-law Nate. Sam Rose, his family owns Rose Hotels,” Ivy explains.
“Oh, I think my friend Ava just moved to New York to work with your sister, Harper,” Rosie says.
“Yes, she owns The Rose Agency. What a small world?” He smiles at her as his partner comes up and wraps herself around him.
“Then there’s Axel Taylor from Dirty Texas, please tell me you know who they are?” Ivy smirks.
“I’m not that young. Yes, I love your music, and Sons of Brooklyn, too,” Rosie answers. Axel tips his beer in her direction.
“And you’ve probably met briefly before Jasper and Alistair, who are Lauren and Eloise’s other halves.” They grin and greet her warmly, Alistair sending looks my way. “And lastly, you know Daniel.” Ivy smiles.
“Of course, we’re about to finish working on a project together,” she says, walking over and giving me a kiss on each cheek. My dick twitches. Now is not the time. My tongue becomes tied, and my use of the English language seems to have flown out of my mind. “The last of the items will be in next week. Daniel asked to have it in before the end of summer and we are going to make it just in time.”
“Does that mean we can have a party at your house, finally?” Jasper asks.
“It’s up to Rosie, will the house be ready for next weekend?” I turn and ask her.
“Yes, if there are no delays on delivery,” she says through gritted teeth.
“Maybe just a small one then,” I say, smirking at her.
“I’m doing the barbeque,” Jasper adds.
“No,” everyone says.
“One little fire and now I can never do it again.” Jasper moans.
“You nearly started a forest fire,” Lauren says, shaking her head at her fiancé.
“That’s because you distracted me with a blow job in the pantry,” Jasper spits back.
The truth comes out and we all burst out laughing.
“You think we could do a small party?” I turn and ask Rosie.
“I’ll make it happen,” she tells me confidently, and then the group moves on to another topic.
“You look lovely tonight,” I say, leaning over and whispering to her. I can feel all my friends’ eyes on me as if they can sniff out something happening between us.
“Thanks, it’s one of Ivy’s dresses. Mine broke, it ripped the entire way down as soon as I arrived,” she says, giving me an embarrassed little giggle.
“You look good in it.”
“Thanks,” she answers as her cheeks turn pink. “Your friends are so nice, all the girls I mean. They were so lovely helping me get ready for tonight. They seem to want to see you settled down, though.”
“That’s because they all are. I’m the last man standing.”
“It’s sweet, they all care about you deeply,” she says, sipping her champagne. “Just a heads up, there was some matching making between us by them.”
“Really?”
“We’re going to have to be careful and make sure it looks like we are nothing more than professionally friendly tonight.”
Her comment irritates me, and for the first time, I don’t want to keep my relationship behind closed doors anymore. I want to be able to reach out and touch Rosie, just like Alex is doing with Ivy, or dance around like Lauren and Jasper are. I want to lay claim over her and keep those men’s eyes from looking at her hungrily. It’s the first time that it’s me wanting something more with the woman when usually it’s them trying to get me to commit. I feel like shit. She makes me so happy, and she looks ravishing tonight, and all I want to do is kiss her and be happy. But she doesn’t want that, or is it she doesn’t want me? Does she not think I’m worth the risk? Suddenly, as if the floodgates of feelings that I’ve been putting Band-Aid after Band-Aid on have finally given way, I realize I’ve fallen for Rosie Hunt, that she has embedded herself into my heart like a damn thorn, and the realization that she doesn’t feel the same way is hitting me. Hard. Does she like me? Yes. But does she see us hosting barbeques together at the cottage? No. Does she see herself coming to the weekly couple’s dinners? No. And suddenly I want that with her. Throwing back the rest of my drink, I try to quell the raging thoughts I have inside.
“Will you excuse me? I’ve just seen someone I need to say hi to.” Lies.
“Sure,” Rosie says as she rejoins the conversation with my friends.
By the time I get back, Rosie and the girls are joined by a couple of young guys. What the fuck? Alistair looks over at me, giving me a raised brow as if to say, ‘Are you going to do something about this?’ I shake my head, and he glares at me before going back to his conversation with Jasper. I watch in silence while she smiles and laughs with the guys. My temper is growing as I watch one of the guys touch her arm, then lean in and whisper into her ear, and I watch the tip of her ears turn pink. I can’t stand this. I’m not going to watch from across the room the woman I can’t stop thinking about flirting with another. Putting my glass down, I need to get out of here and clear my head from these jealous thoughts that I can’t seem to keep contained.
Walking to the furthest part of the garden, I kick a stone and watch it plop into the lake. I can hear the music and the laughter of the party behind me, and all I want to do is scream into the darkness. I close my eyes and suck in a couple of deep breaths and try to shake off the nervous energy that is vibrating around me so that I can go back inside and have a good time with my friends.
Fuck.
A twig snaps behind me, I whip around and see the woman I’m trying to forget about standing there in the darkness.
“Hey,” she whispers.
“What are you doing here?” I ask her as the heartbeat I had control of moments ago starts to thump erratically in my chest.
“I saw you walk off and you looked upset. I wanted to check on you and see if you were okay. Can I help?” she says.
I run my fingers through my hair. “Can you help?” I chuckle darkly. “You are the very reason.” Rosie looks surprised by my words. “I’ve stood there and watched you flirt with every single man in that tent.”
Her brows pull together. “I wasn’t flirting,” she argues.
“The giggling, the hand touches, you don’t call that flirting. I wanted to own the blush across your cheeks, the tongue along your lips. Be the one to make you laugh and smile tonight not watch from across the dance floor.”
“You were jealous?” she asks.
“Of course, I’m fucking jealous. I know I can’t have you publicly. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting you. I can’t get you out of my mind and it’s driving me mad,” I confess to her.
We stare at each other in silence in the darkness, both taking in the words I’ve uttered between us. Then, the next thing I know, she is rushing toward me, and her lips are on mine. What? But I don’t hesitate as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her soft body against my hardening one. Her lips are soft and pillowy as the pent-up frustration we have both been feeling erupts as we taste the other. My hands pick Rosie up by the waist, her legs wrap around my hips, and I walk us the ten or so steps over to where a bench is, taking a seat, I let her straddle me. Rosie pulls away from me, her lips all plump from our kisses, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
“I’ve missed you,” I say, reaching out and cupping her face.
“Me too,” she confesses with a grin.
My fingers dig into her ass as I grind against her. “I’m so fucking hard for you.” I groan as she grinds against me.
“I can feel you,” she whispers as we continue to slide against each other, the fabric an unwanted barrier. Then her hand slides between us and starts to unbutton my tuxedo pants.
“Rosie,” I groan as her hand brushes against my encased dick. “You said nothing can happen here. I’m trying to respect your boundaries.”
Those green eyes sparkle in the moonlight as she grins at me. “Guess, I had a change of mind,” she coos as her hand slides inside my trousers and cups my cock.
My hips buck against her. “Why?” The question is out and I’m not sure if I want to know the answer.
Her hand stills. “Because I can’t stop thinking about this,” she says, cupping me again.
Fuck.
I shoulder wiggle off my jacket and let it fall behind me, hating how restrictive it’s been.
“Yeah?” I smirk as I slide a hand up her inner thigh, thank goodness she is wearing something with a split for me.
“I’ve jerked off to the thoughts of your pussy wrapped around it. Every single fucking night since you disappeared from my bed, Rosie.”
“Me too,” she confesses.
“You’ve been touching yourself, thinking about me?” She nods as those apple cheeks turn pink. “Show me.” She stills, and I’m not sure if she will do it or if this is out of her comfort zone. Then her hand moves from my dick to between her thighs. It’s too dark for me to see anything but I know the moment she slides her fingers inside herself. Her eyes close, her mouth opens slightly, her cheeks flush redder, and the gasps that fall from her lips have me wanting to strangle my cock with my hand. Thoughts of taking her to The Paradise Club fill my mind, again, watching her touch herself in front of an audience, letting them see her let go while wishing it was their fingers, tongue, cocks sliding between her wet folds.
“You look so fucking hot, Rosie.” I groan as her hand starts to move faster between us, the moans fall louder from her lips, and her tits start to jiggle with the movement. That’s when I notice a dusky pink nipple has slipped free from her corset and I lean forward and suck it into my mouth. My tongue swirls around, teasing it to a hard peek as my teeth slide across the tender flesh, pulling moan after moan from her. I reach out and pull her other breast from its casing and give the other one the attention it deserves, laving it to a peek, nipping it, caressing them all the while she continues to fuck herself. She’s getting close, her breath is labored, and her legs are starting to shake. “Let go, Rosie, come all over your fucking hand so I can taste you.” And that is all it takes for her to moan her release into the darkness. As soon as she is finished, I grab her hand and bring it to my lips. She’s slightly hesitant but I can already smell her deliciousness before her essence touches my lips. One by one I slide her fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue over her skin and sucking every bit of her from them.
“Fuck,” she moans as she watches me intensely.
“The things I would do to you if you let me. The places I would take you to let you experience every single fantasy you have ever dreamed of.” I’m going to need Alex to organize a membership to The Paradise Club for one Rosie Hunt ASAP because I need to have her in every single dirty, filthy way imaginable.
Rosie swallows, her chest heaves with her labored breaths. “Take me there. I want you to do whatever you want to me,” she whispers under the moonlight.
Reaching out, I cup her face. “You have no idea what you’re offering to me, Rose.”
“You told me about your desires and I …” she swallows again, “I want to experience them with you,” she offers.
“One day, I promise,” I tell her, and she nods. “Now, be a good girl and slide that tight little pussy over my cock and let me fuck you.” She pulls me from my underwear, her hands sliding over my cock and giving it a couple of tugs. Her thumb slides over the bead of wetness on the tip, and she spreads it over the tip, then she takes my dick in her hand and slides it between her folds, making us both hiss, and next thing I know, she is impaling herself on me.
Fuck.
Oh fuck, she feels so good, nice and tight.
Fucking perfection.
Rosie wraps her arms around my neck and holds on as I start to thrust up into her. Tiny gasps escape her lips as I angle my hips to hit the spots that I know are going to make her see stars.
“Such a good girl taking my cock like that, letting me fill you, use you. Squeeze me, Rosie, let your cunt take every inch of me.”
“Yes,” she moans, throwing her head back, her hair blowing in the wind like flickers of flames as I continue to pound into her. One of my hands snakes between us and finds her clit. I can feel her soaking my cock with each thrust into her, feeling her juices coating me. The thought of her pill failing tonight and the images of her with a swollen belly humming to herself as she designs the perfect nursery filters through my mind, and the normal fear that something like this brings is gone, there’s nothing but peace and longing. Fuck. Thoughts of her walking around this party with my cum sliding down her thighs while those men that were talking to her earlier wish they could have a taste of her, that if they peeled back her dress, they would see I’d already branded her as mine. I’ve never had such depraved thoughts before, it’s like Rose has brought out some caveman kink, and now that I’ve seen it, felt her cunt wrapped around my cock, I want it.
“Harder, harder.” Rosie moans. I give her what she wants, and it doesn’t take her long till she is quaking all over my cock, squeezing it as she falls over the edge and I’m not far behind her as I empty myself inside her, feeling me coating her walls.
“Fuck, Rose.” I pant, pulling her lips to mine as I savagely kiss her.
She grins as our lips part. “That was …” She sighs.
I let my hand run down her cheek before it wraps around her throat, I give it a squeeze to see what she thinks, those green eyes sparkle with heat as my hand tightens against her. My dick twitches giving his all to want to fuck her again, but I need more than a couple of minutes to recuperate before I can have her again.
“You’ve made a mess of me,” she grins, looking between us.
“I have a handkerchief in the top pocket of my jacket, hold on,” as I lean back and grab my jacket from the ground. She grabs the handkerchief from the top pocket, and I drop the jacket again. We stay joined like this in the darkness, neither one of us willing to leave the other. “Will you host with me the unveiling of the cottage to my friends.” Rosie stills. “It’s your moment, too.”
“Won’t that be weird?”
I shake my head. “What? The designer and client working together on a project and launching it?”
“That’s one way of looking at it which would be fine if your dick wasn’t currently inside me.” She smirks.
“Sue me, I want to celebrate the house with you. I want you there. And if this is the only way you will come under the guise of being my designer then so be it.”
“I guess Louis and Emily will be back by then and I’m assuming they would be invited?” I nod. “Could I invite Georgia?”
“Yes, of course, I could invite Matthieu and then she could get a lift back to Paris with him.” Rosie blinks slowly as she stares at me. “What?”
“Just remembered Georgia is leaving.”
“It could be her going away party, too. If she would like to invite anyone, they are more than welcome,” I tell her.
“Are you serious?”
I nod. “She’s your friend.”
Those green eyes sparkle as she leans in and kisses me. “Thank you.” I can feel that she means it, that thinking about her friend touched her. “I’ll do it.” My eyes widen with surprise. “It makes sense, plus, in a weird way all our friends are linked now. There are tiny tethers between everyone. Georgia now works for your cousin, Ava is in New York and has hooked up with your other cousin. Emily is dating your brother, Ivy is my boss. There are all these connections,” she giggles and shakes her head, “just … you know. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that my co-hosting your end-of-summer party wouldn’t be that strange, we have many friend’s now in common.” She’s right.
“How about I meet you at the cottage after the installation? We can go over plans for the party. I can then drive you back home. Louis and Emily won’t be back until Friday. They extended their stay so Emily could spend more time with her mother.”
“Okay, I’d like that.” She smiles.
Fuck, I’m so done for.
Reluctantly, I pick her up and place her on the bench, then I fall to my knees in front of her, she eyes me curiously.
“I’m not done with you yet, Rosie Hunt. Open for me, let my mouth clean you up,” I say, tapping her thighs.
“Daniel ...” She gasps.
I grin as my fingers dig into her thighs, but she does as she is told and opens for me. I inhale her scent, which is her sweetness mixed with my own muskiness. As my nose runs along her soaked underwear, my hands slide up her thighs and roll down her G-string. She is not going to need this as I place the item into my pocket. Then I return to between her thighs, but my tongue can’t quite get what it wants, it’s not the right angle. “Stand up, let me get you into a better position,” I tell her, she frowns but does as she is told. I lay down on the bench and have my head on the edge. “Now straddle my face,” I command.
“What?” She gasps, staring down at me.
“Place one leg on either side of me and then let my tongue do the rest,” I explain to her. Her brows pull together, and I can see her trying to work it out. “If you want, put your hands on my thighs and straddle me that way if you think you might fall.” She seems dubious, but there is still enough heat in her eyes for her to forget her worries and do it. She lifts her leg over me, her dress falling around me, plunging me into darkness. I grab her hips and pull her into place and the first swipe of my tongue has her grabbing my thighs, her nails digging into my skin. I continue to lap up all her wetness while tasting more as she grinds against my face. That’s it, sweetheart, chase it, take it as I penetrate her with my tongue. I’m so lost in her that it’s a shock when I feel her lips around my cock and him hardening against them. Fuck. Yes. Her moans against me from her riding my face are giving me goosebumps.
“That’s it, sweetness, take me all the way down, choke on it, yes.” I growl against her cunt. I push a finger inside, then another, which has her bucking and moaning which sends vibrations to my balls. A sixty-nine has never felt so good. I can feel her cunt contract around me as I continue to suck, lick, and savor every bit of her until a perfectly timed suck of her clit has her screaming around my cock and flooding my face. Her release slides down my chin and I would happily drown in it. Rosie continues to suck, and I must be so turned on by her grinding my face that my orgasm shocks me and I don’t have time to warn her as I come down her throat. Except she’s ready for me and I feel her throat swallow every last drop I’ve given her.
She is fucking perfect.