Chapter 51
FIFTY-ONE
NOAH
I’ve just made it out of the ballroom, goodbyes taking far too fucking long, when my phone pings with a notification.
The message from Sienna contains nothing but a pin notifying me of her location. With a smirk, I tap the screen. Hmm, she wants to play a little hide and seek, I see.
Me: Thought we were done with the games.
Sienna: Never. Play with me, Noah. I promise you’ll like the surprise if you find me.
Chuckling, I tap the notification so it opens in my Maps app and zoom in. The gala is taking place in the ballroom on the top floor of Langfield Corp, and according to this, she hasn’t gone too far. She’s somewhere in this building. The question is where.
The building is made up of thirty-six floors, and I don’t really feel like spending hours searching all of them, so I fire off another message.
Me: Give me a hint.
Three dots dance on my screen.
Sienna: You like me on the bottom.
Grinning, I reread the message. This fucking girl. God, I have fun with her.
Realization dawns quickly, my pulse picking up, and I race to the elevators. Once I’ve hit the button for the appropriate floor, I type out another message.
Me: If I find you within the next five minutes, I get to put a baby in you.
Sienna: Deal.
My heart races at her easy agreement. But it’s her next words that send me running.
Sienna: You can toss the birth control yourself when we get home.
Home. That word alone makes me hard as a rock. Though the idea of fucking her tonight, knowing that every time I do from here on out, there’s a chance that she’ll get pregnant, that we’ll make a baby, makes the need building inside me nearly unbearable.
I tug at my tie, my breaths coming out choppy. By the time I hit the bottom level, the top three buttons of my shirt are undone and my tie is wrapped around my fist. I march toward the place I’m positive I’ll find Sienna without bothering to survey my surroundings.
I’m under the building, beneath the earth.
I can’t deny that sneaking around is hot. It turns me the fuck on to know I’m about to fuck my girlfriend in the bar her brothers own, hell, in the building her family owns. After tonight, I won’t be able to walk into Ground Zero without thinking of Sienna.
Despite how fixated I am on finding her here, I still lose my fucking breath when I open the door to the bar and find only one light on.
Because there, lying across the bar, like my wet dream, is Sienna Langfield, long hair cascading down her shoulders and over the bar, her eyes heated as she turns my way wearing nothing but a pair of high heels and a magenta G-string.
I hold up my phone, the stopwatch on the screen still running. “Still got forty-five seconds left and everything.”
Her eyes flare. “Looks like you win.”
I stalk toward her, tugging at the belt. “Yes, I fucking do. And what a prize this is.”
She smiles at me, the expression soft, and for a moment I forget about the sex and the games. When she looks at me like that, I can’t help but relax.
“I’m glad you found me,” she whispers.
The words, though appropriate for this little game, hold so much weight, so much power. Because I did find her. And she found me.
It’s rare for a person to find their soulmate. Rare to find this kind of love. But to find it twice? To be given this second chance? I’ll never take it for granted.
I take my time appreciating the beauty that’s laid out before me, studying the curve of her perfect tits as they rise and fall with her expectant breaths. The beauty mark above her lip begging to be kissed. The smooth legs that’ll be wrapped around my hips in a matter of moments.
“Can I keep you?” I ask her as I drag the end of my silk tie over the curve of her hips.
She breaks into goose bumps, her body trembling. “Please.”
I force my attention to her face, to her pretty green eyes. “Please what, butterfly? What do you need?”
She drags her tongue over her bottom lip. “Your mouth.”
“Where?” I dip in close and brush my lips along the same path my tie just followed.
She shivers beneath me. “Between my legs.”
“Lift this leg, baby.” I suck on the flesh at her hip, then tap her knee and shift over the bar, giving myself better access. “You know the afterparty is in here…” I glance up at the grandfather clock in the corner, noting the time. “In thirty minutes.”
She digs her heel into my back and pushes me down. “Better get to work, then.”
Chuckling, I nuzzle against her panties.
“As you wish.” I slide my tongue beneath the silky fabric and push it over, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal.
“First, I’m going to make you come with my tongue.
Then I’m going to fuck you until your brothers and everyone else in the damn Bolts organization are standing right outside that door.
” I grin up at her. “And then we’re going to play another game. ”
Her eyes flare. “And what is that?”
“We’re going to see how prim and proper you can act with my cum leaking out of you.”
She whimpers beneath me, like the thought of me filling her is enough to get her off.
“Won’t be the first time,” she taunts as I spear her with my tongue.
She writhes beneath me, clutching my hair and humping my chin.
I love when she’s a brat. I love fucking the brat out of her even more. Spurred on by the attitude, I push two fingers inside her, then curl them in a way I know will send her hurtling straight for the edge.
She digs her heels into the bar, her hips bucking. When I suction my mouth over her clit and flick the bundle of nerves repeatedly, she gasps and squirts right into my mouth and all over my goddamn glasses.
Eyes squeezed shut, I savor the taste of her, licking and sucking until she’s a whimpering, crying mess beneath me. Only when she’s gone boneless do I lean up and pull off my glasses so I can see her properly.
“You did it again,” I tease with a gentle kiss to her hip.
She shakes her head, her eyes closed, like she’s drained of energy. “You love it.”
“I really fucking do. I love when you squirt, and I love how you taste.” I slide back down between her thighs and lick her again, proving my point.
“We don’t have much time,” she whispers.
“We can wait till we get home for the rest,” I say, grasping her arm to help her up.
She shakes her head and pulls away. “No. Fuck me. Right here.” With her lip caught between her teeth, she spreads her legs wider. “I don’t want to wait any longer to start our life together. Put a baby in me. Or at least…try.”
Fuck. A challenge like that is all it takes to get me to agree. “Ass down here.” I smack the bar, then step back and shove down my pants.
But when I step up close again, it hits me that this angle is never going to work. The bar is too high. So I guide her legs around me and lift her, pulling a squeal from those pretty lips, and carry her toward the pool table.
“Beckett will kill you.” There’s actual panic in her tone.
“Don’t care.” I set her on her feet and press a kiss to her lips, then turn her so she’s facing the table. With a soft smack to her ass, I silently tell her what position I want her in.
Instantly, she folds like a drunk man playing poker and peers back at me, a little smile on her lips.
The moment I slide into her, sheathing myself in her tight cunt, we both groan in relief.
“This will never get old,” I mutter, kneading her ass cheeks and thrusting in and out of her slowly. Over and over, I pull back, leaving only my crown inside her, then slam back in and relish the squeals she makes. “Dirty girl. Loves when I fuck her in public.”
“I do,” she mumbles, easing her head to the felt of the pool table, giving me an even tighter fit between her ass cheeks.
I spank her. “I haven’t fucked this in so goddamn long. That’s what I’m gonna do when we get home.”
She moans, like memories of the first time I fucked her ass are hitting her the way they hit me.
“But first,” I grit out, squeezing my ass cheeks to keep from coming at the thought of taking her that way again, “I’m going to fill you with my cum. You’re going to take every drop like the dirty girl we both know you are.”
“Yes.” She pushes back against me, grinding against my pelvis. In seconds, her walls are pulsing around me, signaling that she’s close.
Clutching her hips with enough force to leave bruises, I fuck her harder.
Faster. With each thrust, I imagine her on our wedding day.
Then pregnant. I imagine a full life. Spending our days teasing one another and our nights tangled up together.
She topples over the edge, and when I finally come, it’s to visions of our future.
Dreams that I know will one day come true.
She tightens her core muscles, like she’s trying to suck in every drop, making my cock twitch and my vision go dark.
“Fuck, I love you.” I loop one arm around her waist and bring a hand to the place where we’re connected, holding us together. After I pull out, I don’t let go, ensuring that not a drop of my seed has a chance to break free. Not yet.
She spins and wraps her arms around me. “I love you too.” Pushed up on her toes, she gives me a soft, easy kiss.
When we pull apart, I rest my forehead against hers and we watch as I push the cum beginning to leak out back inside her.
The sound of voices breaks the revelry between us and sends my heart racing for entirely different reasons.
“Fuck,” I hiss, spinning in search of our clothes.
“Tiny problem.” Sienna breaks into a mischievous smile. “My dress is in the bathroom. I don’t have anything to wear.” Her eyes dance like she knew this would be an issue.
With a laugh, I scoop her into my arms and rush to the bar to gather my clothes.
Then I hustle through the back and hope like hell the universe is on our side for one more night.