Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Billings drove us a few streets over and Samuel hadn’t gotten off the phone since, he’d even pulled his laptop out and set it on his knees to work.
We still sat in his expensive Royce under the flickering lights of the mall’s garage.
I smoothed my hands on my thighs, trying my best to sit still next to him.
Why were we at the department store? I wanted to ask him, but now he was speaking another language to the other person he’d begun a conversation with—I could speak Spanish as that was the language my grandparents raised me with, but that was the extent of my knowledge of other languages.
I peeked over at Billings but he stared straight ahead, not fazed by the wait. Samuel closed his laptop and lifted it toward me. Quickly grabbing it, I slid it into his briefcase and secured it shut. Samuel still hadn’t gotten off the phone, but he slid out of the car and shut the door.
“Do you think he wants me to stay here?” I whispered to Billings.
“I don’t know, miss.”
I shuffled my feet, watching as he crossed the backside of the car, but he turned toward my door and pulled it open. He held out his free hand with a raise of his eyebrow. I cautiously lifted my hand, and he captured it, pulling me out.
I reached my other hand toward the door, missing it.
“I didn’t close it.” Samuel didn’t react but Billings was already out of the car, heading to close it.
The woosh of the electric doors opening let out a stream of cool air, fluttering the strands framing my face.
He guided me past a phone service, across the pathway and toward the expensive boutique.
It was so bright in here I had to squint. Finally, Samuel hung the phone up.
A girl about my age hurried forward, hobbling slightly on her heels, determination lashed across her face as she caught herself.
“Welcome, is there anything I can help you find?” Her chest rose and strained against her too tight blouse. I peeked up at Samuel, but he was frowning down at a text.
“A private room please,” he said without looking up.
“Private?” The girl frowned.
“Mr. Astor.” The quick click of heels brought my attention to the older blonde woman in a similar colored outfit, as she hurried forward. “Dear, go fix up the V.I.P room.” She practically hissed between her teeth. The girl scrambled away; eyes wide.
It seemed like an honest mistake. There was no need for the hostility.
“So lovely to see you Mr. Astor.” She went back to preening over Samuel. Yeah, I didn’t like her. He finally dragged his attention up and flashed a half smile, giving me a hint of the dimple.
“I’ll count on you to get Nina a few pairs of heels and outfits.”
I jolted like I was electrocuted. “Wait! For me?” I shook my head, hands up. A woman nearby in a cream and expensive skirt outfit glanced up, and her gaze went to Samuel. Her eyes slightly flared.
“Of course, Mr. Astor, if you’ll follow me.” She smiled a little stiff.
“But—”
Samuel hooked his arm around my shoulders to bring his palm to my mouth, muffling my words.
He pulled me after her while I pulled at his too strong grip.
I glared at him, but he only smirked. He only released me when we entered through a sliding door and across the curtain leading to the large space that looked like where a bride would try dresses on.
Samuel guided me to the platform and took a seat on the couch facing it.
The blonde woman took my measurements with the younger girl holding things for her. They knew what they were doing because it only took them a few moments to get everything.
“Go fetch the collection we just got in.”
“Yes, Mrs. Blair,” the younger girl hurried off.
“Meanwhile, I have just the heels. I’ll return momentarily,” Blair said, the curtain fluttering with her exit.
“This is too much.” I stepped off the rise, approaching Samuel. His arms stretched out, resting to both sides of the couch back.
“Nothing is too much for my little bunny.”
I huffed, my face warming at the claim in his words. I surprisingly didn’t become a puddle at his feet. “Yours?” I mumbled, crossing my arms like I could shield myself.
His eyebrows rose. I hadn’t been able to let go of my uncertainty.
“Just me or other women too?”
He straightened, confusion in the dip of his lips. “What do you mean?”
“What club was your brother talking about?” I mumbled. “Do you go to strip clubs? I don’t want you to,” my voice broke. “But I can’t control you so I’d rather know if—”
Samuel dragged me close until I fell on his lap.
“You assume the negative of me too much,” he grunted. “Our family owns a country club. Where we golf.”
My lips formed an ‘O’. I dropped my eyes, face really red. My jealousy was out of hand, I hadn’t felt things like this before, so it burned extra strong.
“Sorry, Samuel,” I mumbled. He groaned and he became hard under me. The curtain moved and heel clicks neared. I tensed, ready to spring away, but his hand cupped my hip, forcing me still.
Blair’s eyes widened but she fixed her gaze to the side.
She balanced two boxes on one arm and held two bags in the other. She placed the boxes on the couch. “Here are the heels you requested.” She cleared her throat. “I also found these that you ordered upon your last visit.” She set down two cream paper bags with the store logo embossed on the front.
I swung toward him, accusation in my eyes. “Do you come here that often?” I couldn’t help the pinch of my lips. I wiggled to get up, but he didn’t let my hip go, so it just made me rub against his hardness and a flush spread across my chest.
“Give us some privacy,” he ordered.
“Please,” I tacked on, glaring at him. His lips twitched. Blair scurried away, disappearing from the room, and the slide of the doors sounded from behind the curtains.
“There you go again, assuming.”
Despite my irritation, slick gathered between my thighs, and lust simmered while I valiantly tried not to focus on it.
“I recently brought my little sister and our recently acquired step-sister.”
Oh.
I licked my lips. His hand fell off me and he stared patiently. I struggled with what to say and scooted off until I dropped on the couch next to him. “I-I shouldn’t have assumed.”
His eyebrow raised. I wiggled on the couch. I didn’t like him getting angry, it made me anxious. I reached to place my hand on the top of his thigh.
“I don’t want anyone else touching you.” I scowled and slid my hand briefly over his bulge. His lips parted. “It’s mine.”
The possessive urge gripped onto me and my Omega instinct swelled. He needed to be inside me—now.
“I want it,” I blurted, and a feverish urge bloomed.
He sucked in a breath between his teeth.
“You want what?”
“This.” I squeezed lightly.
Samuel’s gaze thinned and his arm curved behind my back tucked me closer until I fell against his chest.
“My cock, bunny? If you want it, tell Alpha you want his cock.” His minty breath brushed across my cheek.
“I want your cock.”
His chuckle did crazy things to my insides.
“Take me, all of me. I’m yours.”
I peeked toward where the woman left and my pulse sped up. Doing this here wasn’t what I was thinking . . . he grazed his thumb over my lip and with the touch, what was appropriate flew out of my thoughts.
I dropped to my knees, crawling between his legs.
Sliding my hands up his thighs, I clutched his belt, pausing to lick my lips.
He stared at me from lowered eyelids, both hands on the back of the couch.
Leaning forward, I set my cheek on top of his bulge and rubbed against it.
His Alpha scent made me feel drunk with need.
Maybe he was right and we were Scent Matches . . .
“God—” His nostrils flared and I tugged at his belt, awkwardly losing hold of the leather, but I eventually got the belt unhooked, then the pants. Dragging the zipper down, the straining member pushed against the dark, silk briefs.
“There’s a hole,” I exclaimed, pleased, and reached inside. My fingers took hold of his member. I couldn’t wrap my hand around the thickness. I pulled his rigid flesh out and he sprang forward, hard and with the mushroom tip leaking precum.
I licked the liquid off, and the sweet and salty taste spread across my tongue. I couldn’t stifle my hum of pleasure. Wrapping my mouth around the tip, I sucked, his scent intoxicating.
He groaned gutturally. I leaned back and he popped free, his cock bobbing.
I squeezed his knot and it throbbed under my palm.
The tip glinted with my spit and experimentally, I dragged my hand down his shaft.
I peeked up at him. His mouth parted, chest rising harshly.
He liked it, so I did it again. If he liked both, he would like it if I did it as I licked off the need at the top.
I lapped it off and he kept giving me more.
I let out a hum of pleasure. Yes, give me more.
Rubbing my hand up and down made him moan gutturally.
Heaviness built in my gut and in my pussy.
I squeezed my thighs tightly together. Bringing him pleasure made me so wet.
I whined with him in my mouth. His jaw bunched, head falling back.
“Driving me fucking crazy,” he spat.
I popped him out of my mouth.
“Alpha, give me more,” I pouted up at him.
He hissed a breath out and yanked me by my bun, forcing my mouth back on him.
His hips moved, stretching my mouth as he forced me halfway down his shaft because that was all I could fit before I gagged, I kept my fist tight at the bottom half, right above his knot, moving it in little twists.
The top of his bulging tip hit the back of my throat and I swallowed.
He gasped and it caused my channel to squeeze around nothing.
I whimpered, closing my eyes tight as my pussy pulsed.
He stilled and cum exploded into my mouth, his shaft flexing with each jut.
I immediately swallowed, wanting all of him in me forever.
I tried to collect everything possible, but some leaked from the corner of my mouth.
I hummed with disappointment but continued to suckle.
He’d softened a little with his release.
I rested my head against his thigh, keeping my hold on his lower half while my mouth remained wrapped around his tip.
I closed my eyes, suckling. I could stay here forever.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured, caressing my cheek. “My bunny,” he breathed, rousing me from my lull of satisfaction. “Let’s get you in a bed.”
I gave him a final suck that wrenched a satisfying gasp from him.
“I don’t think I can try anything on right now.” I breathed. He hooked his hands under my arms and pulled me onto his lap. He smoothed his hand on the back of my head.
“I’ll buy it all. Let’s get you home.”