Chapter 12
Indie is on the road with Bethnal Green F.C.
heading to God knows where, so I’m acutely aware that Belle and I will have her place to ourselves for the night.
It gives me a bit of a thrill because I’m already imagining her naked on her bed, begging me to show her what I’ve been denying us for too long.
I’m hopeful that Camden is right and that we can find a way to get through this month with better working conditions than stuffy, scheduled, photographed dates and dull events.
I ring her flat number and she buzzes me in, meeting me at her door wearing nothing but a long, black satin nightie.
“Jesus fuck,” I mumble, nearly dropping the Chinese as I stumble on the last step.
“What?” She quirks a brow like she doesn’t have a clue what my reaction could be about.
I grin. “This night just got a whole lot better, Ryan.”
She bats her eyes and watches me thoughtfully for a few seconds, like she’s trying to get a read on me or something. I thought I was usually a pretty obvious bloke.
“This is a business meeting, nothing more.” She twirls on her heel and strides back into her flat. I have to hustle to catch the door before it closes. When I walk in, she’s rummaging in the refrigerator.
The swells of her arse look positively edible beneath the smooth fabric of her nightie. Her dark hair hangs long and straight over her shoulder as she reaches into the lower drawer. Then she turns around with two brown bottles in her hands.
“Beer?” she asks, the bottles pressing against the tips of her breasts. My dick jolts with excitement as I place the food on the counter.
I reach out and take one from her, relishing in the sight of her firm nipple that the exchange of possession reveals.
Fuck me, she’s stunning. She grabs a bottle opener off the fridge and pries the top off of her beer and then steps into my space to do mine.
She smells like eighty different kinds of girlie shit all rolled into one mouthwatering bouquet. My lips quiver with need to taste her.
“I’m liking this side of you, Ryan.” I barely contain my crooked smile as I take a cooling drink from my bottle, wishing my lips were wrapping around something else.
“What side is that?” she asks, remaining so close to me I can feel her breath on my shoulder.
“The side that includes soft nighties.”
I reach out and trail the backs of my fingers down her ribs. She sucks in a sharp breath like she didn’t expect me to touch her. She doesn’t move away, though. Instead, she stands firmly rooted in her spot. Her body squirms beneath the fabric, warmth radiating in the wake of my touch.
She clears her throat, a surprising blush colouring her cheeks. “Well, it’s nearing my bedtime and I have to work tomorrow so I don’t know what you expected.”
She grabs the bags of food and waltzes out the kitchen door toward her dining room table. I watch her through the cutout opening, begging my dick to stand down. We haven’t even eaten yet. No need to embarrass yourself, Tanner.
When I walk out and sit down in the chair near her, she looks like she is trying to work something out in her head.
“Everything all right?” I ask as she opens the cartons and swaps the chopsticks for real forks.
Her head snaps up to look at me. “Just fine.”
She asks me which dish I want first. This is only the second meal I’ve eaten with Belle, but I’ve already noticed she doesn’t seem to care what she eats.
“Most girls are picky eaters,” I say, dunking a spring roll into a plastic cup of sweet and sour.
“Most girls don’t look like me.” She says it so matter-of-factly, I’m not sure I know what she means.
“Don’t they?”
She stops eating and narrows her eyes at me. “Don’t act like you don’t notice.”
“Notice what?” I ask around a mouthful of cabbage.
She scoffs.
“What?” I push.
“Tanner, I’m not a size eight. I’m a fourteen. And that’s during the months that I haven’t eaten my weight in chocolate. Stop skirting around it. It’s insulting.”
Her words stun me. Does she seriously think this way? I swallow. “What’s insulting is how you see yourself. It’s fucked up if you ask me.”
“You are so full of crap,” she snipes, stabbing the food in her carton like she’s trying to envision it as my eyeballs instead of the delicious Kung Pao chicken it is.
“How am I full of crap?” I drop my fork loudly and sit back, crossing my arms over my chest, impatiently waiting for her reply.
She spears me with a glare. “I’ve seen the women you shag.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“They are thin, Tanner!” She throws her head back. “I’m not. I’m the before picture for a weight loss challenge. I’m not ashamed of it, but I don’t appreciate you acting as if this isn’t reality.”
I shove my food away, annoyance pulsing through my veins. Does she seriously think of herself like that? She can’t. I won’t believe it.
“That can’t honestly be how you see yourself. If this is your way of fishing for a compliment—”
“Fishing for a compliment?” she screams and I swear I think she’s going to lunge across the table at me. “Why the fuck would I care what you think? I don’t care that I’m fat. And I sure as hell don’t need your reassurances to feel good about myself. I know exactly what you think of me.”
“And what’s that?” I roar, nearly boiling over the fact that she used the word fat in reference to herself.
“That I’m good for a laugh but nothing more.” Her face is stony serious as I sit before her, stunned into silence.
Belle comes across so confident. So sure-footed.
She never missteps and if she does, she has a sharp tongue to bring it back to recover so she’s in complete control.
Couple that with the fact that she’s drop-dead fucking gorgeous and you get stone cold fucking crazy bullshit, which is right where I’ve found myself.
“Are you mental?” I ask, finding my voice again. “No really, I want to know. Have your proper pyjamas run off with all your sanity and left you with a hole in your head and a skimpy nightie that’s what…supposed to tease me? Is that what this is? Are you trying to issue a payback, Belle?”
“This is just what I wear to bed.” Her shrug is weak and I can see right through it. I can’t tell yet if this is a chink in her stunningly-crafted armor or if she’s crazier than I ever anticipated.
“Oh come off it. You knew I was coming over.” I rise up out of my chair and lean over the table. My voice is husky and hot against hers. “You wore that to throw me off and make me not think straight. Well, I’m seeing everything very clearly now, Belle.” My eyes drop to her lips.
Her gaze lifts to mine and I watch her pupils dilate. “What is it you’re seeing, oh brilliant, superstar, Tanner Harris?”
I pull away, breaking the cosmic crackle between us before I give in to what my body is begging for and what my dick is already pulsing with need to get inside of.
“I’m seeing that it was good I didn’t shag you that night at Old George. That you’re a head case with more issues than any man can handle.”
I sit back down with a huff, exhausted by this exchange already.
She laughs. Full-blown belly laughs. The timbre of it makes me grimace because it reminds me of the sound of tyres screeching right before a mighty crash.
Through a scary, forced smile of gritted teeth, she replies, “I may be a head case, but your diseased dick is the one that’s going to show up on a bad Google search.”
This makes me laugh. “My cock is perfection, woman. Just like it is in your fantasies.”
She sneers. “Yes, thank you for that, Tanner. You’ve made it crystal clear that your dick and all of this”—she stands, gesturing to her body—“have no place in your reality.”
I growl like a madman and rake my hands through my hair at this total, utter hysteria. I meet her eyes with a cold and calculated stare. “The things I could do to your body are endless, Belle Ryan. You’re fucking perfect and you know it. You’re the kind of woman blokes marry, not fuck and leave!”
Silence stretches out before us as my words sink in. I revealed more than I meant to, but it’s the truth. I’m hard just from fighting with her. But, no matter how badly I want to show her how fucking gorgeous she is, I have to be smart.
“So is that why you blew me off that night?” she asks with a haughty laugh.
I sigh. “That and I didn’t want to cause problems with Indie or Cam when I buggered off afterwards.”
“What kind of problems?”
“The kind that happen when a girl wants more than one night.”
And now the truth comes to a head between us.
“Well, luckily for you, I’m not the marrying kind.
” She crosses her arms over her chest and her breasts push together, drawing my eyes to the beautiful valley of cleavage that rises and falls with her every breath.
Her angry voice is shaky when she adds, “In fact, quick and casual is my preference.”
My eyes snap back to hers to search for proof that she’s telling the truth. Her teeth come down on her lush lower lip, practically laying it all out there for me to grab.
“So what are you saying?” I grind the words out like I’m a second away from losing my mind.
She exhales. “I’m saying neither of us are able to get it from anybody else, so why don’t we get it from each other?”
When her voice abruptly halts and the only sound that’s left in the room is our heavy breaths, I know exactly what’s coming next.
It’s all there, plain as day. Her chin is dropped.
Her eyes are nearly black. Her hands clutch the edges of the table like she’s holding on by a tiny thread that’s about to snap.
Sex.
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex.
It’s all I can see, smell, taste, and hear as soon as the demand tumbles out of her mouth.
There’s no turning back now.
In a flash, I reach out and grab her hand, hauling her onto my lap. Our bodies snap together like two magnets that were once repelling each other and have now been flipped.
Her legs wrap around me and the heat of her centre warms my own as my dick jumps to life inside my trousers.
The silk of her nightie bunches up around her thighs as she slices her hand roughly through my hair, catching on some tangles.
She grabs hold of me like I’m her property and she’s going to claim me.
My hands cup the nape of her neck as I roughly pull her face down toward me and connect our lips.
She angers me so much. She’s so loud and so brash and so fucking pushy!
I’m desperate to fuck this out with her.
How she can call herself fat is delusional. It’s incomprehensible. Unimaginable. She has the most beautiful body. I’ve fantasised about defiling it in about eighty different positions.
“This won’t be one night,” she pants, her forehead pressed to mine, her lips raw from my beard. “We have weeks left together, Tanner. This will get complicated.”
“Let’s just enjoy it while it lasts,” I murmur, hearing the faint tear of fabric as I rip the tiny spaghetti straps off her shoulders. “One night. Four weeks. What’s the difference if we’re both on the same page?”
She nods and shimmies her arms out of the straps, allowing the nightie to slip down off her chest and revealing the hottest set of cans I’ve ever seen.
I’d never heard the word “cans” before when referring to tits, let alone used it in a sentence, until my American teammate said it one night at a club.
For some reason unbeknownst to me, staring at Belle’s bare breasts before me, “cans” seems like the perfect adjective.
“Fuck me,” I curse and bury my face in her chest that’s currently eye level. “Fuck me, I’ve died and gone to tit heaven.”
“God, you’re stupid,” she groans, rolling her hips into my hard-on that just grew an inch bigger than it’s ever been before. All because of these glorious cans.
“I want to live here,” I hum against her flesh, cupping the sides of her breasts to increase the pressure of them around my face. “I want to open up a little shop where my everyday job is to rub myself on these glorious creatures all day long.”
“Shut up and fuck me!” she demands, moving her hand down between us to touch herself.
No knickers. She was completely bare beneath this little scrap of fabric, completely content to taunt me mercilessly.
She leans back to give herself better access to her pussy, and I’m torn between enjoying her glorious performance or ploughing myself inside of her.
I dry-hump her a few more times, my dick rubbing harshly on the zipper of my jeans.
The pain is excruciatingly erotic. I attempt to rock her arse back and forth with my hands before my resolve cracks wide open.
Gripping her beneath her legs, I stand and set her on the glass table. She cries out, “It’s freezing! Tanner, you fuck!”
“Fucking you is exactly what I’m going to do,” I growl, plunging my fingers deep inside of her wet centre. God, she’s soaked. Fighting with me turns her on, too. “Fucking hell, you’re perfect.”
She groans out loudly. I can tell she wants to yell at me some more, but she’s too busy riding my fingers like a rollercoaster.
I grab hold of her nipple with my free hand and squeeze the hardened bud between my fingers.
So pert, so huge, so impeccable. Her body is on full display for me, with just a strip of the nightie covering a few inches of her torso.
She has smooth sculpted arms, lush, big tits, and legs that belong around my face at some point this evening.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” I grind. “Your body is so bloody hot.”
“Tanner,” she groans. “Stop.”
“Stop what?” I ask, stalling my fingers. “Stop this?” I wiggle them again.
Her eyes fly wide and she looks up at me. “No, don’t stop that!” She reaches down and grips my hand in hers, urging me to continue. “Stop talking about my body.”
I lean over her and drop a wet kiss on her smooth abdomen. It’s curvy and soft and welcoming to my very aroused state.
“Not until you tell me you’re beautiful,” I murmur against her flesh.
I don’t know why this is bothering me so much but it is. Belle projects all the confidence in the world, but sometimes it’s the loudest women that have the most to hide.
“Don’t, Tanner,” she begs, her voice softening to a whimper as I feel her climax coming and know that I hold all the power right now. I have a moment of regret for forcing this on her, but deep down I know she’s strong enough to handle it.
“Please, Belle?” I ask, dropping several open-mouthed kisses on her breasts. “Just say it once.”
Her heavy breathing slows and she bites her lip, her eyes crashing on mine. I see her throat move before she finally replies, “I’m beautiful.”
The corner of my mouth tugs up. “Fuck yes you are. And I’m going to scream that when I empty my balls inside of you.”