Chapter 8 ~ Carter ~
I grabbed the greasy guy who had been harassing Isabella by the collar and shoved him out of the bar.
"Don't you dare show your face here again and ruin these ladies' evening!" I growled at him. "They've earned their fun fair and square. If you must harass someone, do it somewhere else. Better yet, don't do it at all. Guys like you shouldn't be let out on the streets." By now, we had reached the main entrance of the hotel.
"Isabella owes me money. Her FIANCé owes me money. Has she not told you that yet?" The guy sneered at me.
Did Isabella really owe this guy money?
So what if she did.
Maybe she had borrowed a little from him in a tight spot. He looked a bit like one of those sleazy loan sharks that roamed the streets of New York.
The guy eyed me suspiciously.
What if he wasn't telling the truth?
"We'll discuss that another time. You're leaving now," I ordered and shoved him out the revolving door into the dark New York night. I watched him to make sure he wouldn't come back. Then I rubbed my hands together and turned back to return to the bar.
The girls greeted me with great enthusiasm.
"Wohooo! A real gentleman. You're the hero of the night!" The bride-to-be, who was celebrating her farewell tonight, playfully nudged me in the side and laughed. She had obviously had quite a bit to drink.
"You do what you can," I grinned and added, "But now we should really get this party started. The night is just beginning." And this night promised to be really good. I grinned. Really, really good.
"Exactly!" Isabella supported me. "It's YOUR night, Fiona. So far, it's been mostly about me. That needs to change right now." She looked around and everyone nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry, Isabella," the feisty Fiona replied reassuringly. "After all, it's supposed to be a fun night. And so far, I really can't complain about a lack of fun or surprises." She grinned and nudged me again in the side.
"Hey! Leave Isabella's fiancé alone," giggled one of the other girls.
"It's time you got your first task, Fiona!" demanded another.
"Yessssss!" they all chorused.
"To Fiona!" I called, upon which everyone raised their glasses and a loud "To Fiona!" echoed through the bar. Could this get any better? By chance, I had stumbled into a bachelorette party and would spend the rest of the night with these fun girls.
"The task!" Isabella demanded with sparkling eyes. At that moment, I would have liked to assign her a very different task. One that would have excited me as much as our kiss. We had been on a pretty good track earlier. That greasy guy, who supposedly Isabella owed money to, had unfortunately ruined the atmosphere.
"John and you, Fiona, are getting married soon," a petite blonde took charge.
"We know that," giggled another.
"Have you also practiced your wedding dance properly?" the petite blonde asked sternly.
"Of course!" Fiona retorted with mock indignation. "We're professionals."
"Then prove it to us. Find a man here who will dance with you to your song."
Fiona looked at me challengingly.
I couldn't really refuse, could I?
Even though I caught myself thinking that I would much rather have Isabella's body pressed against mine instead of leading the tall Fiona onto the dance floor.
"Oh no, my dear, you won't make it that easy for yourself. This magnificent specimen here has caught Isabella's eye. You'll have to find your own dance partner here somewhere. And of course, he should be named John and not..." The little blonde looked at me questioningly.
"Carter," I completed the sentence.
"Carter," she repeated and looked at Fiona. "So, bride, go outside and see if there's a John hanging around. If not, any other guy will do. Better to dance with the wrong one than not at all." Laughing, the little blonde gave the future bride a little push. Fiona first looked a bit uncomfortable. I grinned. Yes, that was part of a bachelorette party. The bride had to do some embarrassing or unpleasant things, which ultimately turned out to be a huge fun for everyone. Asking a stranger to dance was really no big deal. It happened countless times in every New York club, every night.
Isabella had shown much more courage when she stormed towards me and kissed me.
Fiona had received an easy task. But she seemed to see it differently. She emptied her Tequila Sunrise with a deep gulp, straightened her shoulders, and said, "Okay! I can do this!"
The other girls burst into loud cheers. Fiona strode somewhat uncertainly to the entrance of the bar, looked into the lobby, and then shouted loudly, "Is there anyone here named John?"
I shook my head grinning. It couldn't be more noticeable and embarrassing. But well, that was part of the task. And Fiona already had a few drinks in her.
One of the hotel staff standing at the reception desk looked up. "What about me?"
Fiona had obviously mustered the necessary courage, for she slowly approached him and said with a slightly slurred tongue, "May I ask you to dance?" She then elegantly curtsied and tugged at her skirt. Or at least, she tried to. The little blonde nodded at the bartender at that moment, who turned the music up full blast so that it could be heard all the way into the lobby.
You are the Reason by Leona Lewis.
Fiona grabbed the somewhat reluctant hotel employee, and the two began to move together to the rhythm of the music. Clumsily. The girls next to me giggled audibly, but Fiona either didn't notice or wasn't impressed.
And me?
I also wanted to dance.
But not with Fiona.
I wanted to continue where Isabella and I had left off earlier. Quickly, I looked beside me. Isabella looked up at me with wide, shining eyes. Her full lips were slightly parted. Seductive. I grabbed Isabella's hand and pulled her behind me. Slowly, I put an arm around her waist and began to move to the music as well. Isabella took a few small steps but couldn't find the right rhythm. She stumbled.
"Whoops!" I caught her and set her back on her feet.
"I don't know if I can dance now," she giggled. "I'm afraid I've had too much to drink to still be... be... consistent... No!" She shook her head. "That wasn't the word." Thoughtfully, she wrinkled her pretty forehead.
Well, we didn't have to dance, anyway.
I would have preferred to just kiss Isabella again.
Isabella, however, looked down and shook her head again. "What word was it?" she mumbled. I placed a finger under her chin and gently forced her to lift her head.
"It doesn't matter what word it was. Now let's have some fun. Trust me, I'll lead you."
Isabella obediently smiled. I now wrapped both arms around her, pulled her close, and began to move slowly and gently. Once again, I felt Isabella's full breasts against my upper body. My cock began to throb slightly.
I wanted this woman.
I had to have this woman.
And preferably... right now.
At that moment, Isabella stumbled and tripped over her own feet.
Into me.
Her body pressed even tighter against mine. I held Isabella even tighter to prevent her from falling on the smooth, polished floor. She looked up at me, and her full, slightly parted lips smiled at me. Without thinking further, I pressed my mouth against hers. We had already exchanged two passionate kisses today, and Isabella had made it clear that she enjoyed it.
Now, our mouths fused together as if they had never done anything else. Our tongues resumed their passionate dance. Finally, we moved to the rhythm of the music. My cock stiffened, and I pressed Isabella even closer to me. And like before, she began to rub herself lightly against me. This woman was driving me crazy.
I just had to have her.
Gently, I pulled my mouth away from hers, but only to explore every part of her lips with my tongue and lips.
Isabella let out a soft moan and rubbed her hips even further against my throbbing cock. There was no doubt anymore: Isabella wanted me as much as I wanted her.
At that moment, I made a decision. I had honestly earned a little fun. A little? Quite a lot. Every man had his needs. Mine wanted to be satisfied again, finally. And Isabella seemed willing to do that. It was that simple. Besides, I enjoyed feeling Isabella's desire. Now, I pulled my lips away from Isabella's face and whispered softly in her ear: "Come with me, I know where we can have a lot more fun."
With those words, I grabbed Isabella's hand and led her over to the reception. She followed willingly.
"Are we alone there?" she whispered. Her eyes sparkled with adventure. I grinned. I liked that.
With a nod and a hand gesture, I signaled to the hotel employee that he should give me a room.
And right away.
"Actually, we need your credit card, Sir, and you must..." A look from me silenced the hotel employee. I wasn't a first-time guest here. He would get my credit card later, and right now, I didn't need to do anything. Absolutely nothing.
Except enjoy myself with Isabella Abbott.
Have sex with her.
Casual sex.
Just like I always had.
Just like I liked it.
The hotel employee handed me a card over the counter.
"Room 102 on the first floor, Sir."
I nodded at him and took Isabella's hand. Fiona and John had finished their dance by now. Our absence hadn't been noticed by anyone yet, and Isabella made no attempt to return to her friends. On the contrary. As I led her to the elevator and its doors opened immediately, she was the first to step in, leaned against the wall, and looked at me invitingly.
"Prove to me that you're my fiancé." She slowly licked her lips with her tongue. I didn't need to be told twice. As the elevator doors closed behind me, I took a step toward Isabella. This time, however, I didn't kiss her. I ran my hand over her cheek, down her neck, and traced the line of her décolleté. Isabella's chest rose and fell with her increasingly heavy breaths. My cock throbbed harder. I could hardly wait to touch her breasts.
Pling.
The ride to the first floor lasted only a few seconds. With a slight regret, I released my hand from Isabella's decolletage, grabbed her arm, and pulled her behind me out of the elevator. Our room was right next door.
As soon as the door closed behind us, Isabella pressed herself against me again. Our mouths found each other and merged in a passionate kiss. This time, I lightly bit Isabella's lip, which was rewarded with a moan. A louder moan than before. A moan that spoke of desire and longing. A moan that made my cock throb.
I broke the kiss and traced my tongue along her jawbone until I reached her ear. Gently, I nibbled on her earlobe. Isabella's moans grew louder. More intense. Her hands were on my ass, pressing me against her. Again, her hips rubbed against mine.
Oh yes, baby.
"Take off your clothes," I whispered in her ear and stepped back from her. Isabella obeyed. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her green chiffon dress. Underneath, she wore black lace lingerie. Just the way I liked it.
"All of it," I commanded, while undoing my belt. I kept my eyes on Isabella. Finally, I could see the body that had been pressing so tantalizingly against mine all evening.
Wow.
I stared at her.
This woman.
My clothes soon fell to the floor as well. Immediately after, I pulled Isabella back to me and pressed my hand against her right breast. It felt just as I had expected. Full. Firm. I stroked my thumb over the nipple, which immediately hardened. Slowly, I bent my head down and took it into my mouth. As I sucked on it, Isabella's moans grew louder. I took a few steps back, and we sank together onto the bed. My other hand wandered down and found Isabella's most sensitive spot. Isabella wasn't wet. She was drenched. Drenched with lust and desire. Willingly, she spread her legs to give me better access. With my hand, I gently massaged Isabella's pearl until her moans echoed off the walls of the hotel room. In her excitement, she pressed herself deeper into the pillows.
My cock was harder than ever before.
I had to have this woman now.
I had been waiting for this all evening. In fact, since the moment I first saw Isabella.
I pulled my hand away and thrust into Isabella. Her brown eyes looked at me through a veil of lust.
"Oh yes, Carter," she moaned now, as our bodies found and followed a shared rhythm. I thrust my cock deeper and deeper into Isabella. She wrapped her legs around me and lifted her hips.
Oh yes, baby.
Isabella began to twitch wildly beneath me.
"I'm coming," she finally moaned.
The contractions of Isabella's vagina left no doubt that it was true.
I thrust my cock deep into her one last time before I came and poured myself into her.