Chapter 2
2
Liam
T wo glasses and two hours later, we were headed up to my room on the second floor and I wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but even I couldn’t believe my luck.
When the elevator closed behind us, I turned to her. “You sure you-”
She kissed me, pushing me back against the mirrored wall. Her mouth tasted like champagne and her body felt perfect against mine. Curves in the best places. I wrapped my hands around her waist, my fingers sweeping over her ass. The door binged and she stepped back.
Her eyes were steely as she nodded.
“I’m sure,” she said.
“You’re not drunk? Promise you’re not drunk, Kit,” I said, pressing a kiss into her neck.
“I’m drunk on something, but it’s not alcohol.”
I was young. I was half in love, completely in lust. The world had opened itself up to me like a ripe melon and it just made sense that this woman, this beautiful, smart, funny, clever woman would want to sleep with me.
Everything made total sense.
I walked her backwards out of the elevator. She lifted the champagne bottle and took another sip and then pressed the bottle to my lips. I took a messy sip that sent champagne down over our bodies.
“Whoops,” she said, and I kissed the sweet drops of liquid off the skin of her breasts. Her breath catching in her throat was music to my ears. Her nipples under that fancy red dress were hard and as I walked her backward down the hallway, I slipped a finger down her bodice and brushed her nipple. I groaned. She gasped.
She looked around like people might be watching. But the hallway was empty, I’d made sure. I pressed her up against the door and swiped my key card.
The door opened and she would have fallen in, but I caught her, spun her into the room and shut the door behind us. I flipped on the light, but she immediately flipped it off.
“Like this,” she said, and her hands pushed the coat off my shoulders. Her fingers traced the muscles of my arms from my shoulders to my wrists. I twined our fingers and kissed her knuckles. Her fingertips. Her wrist. Her neck. The soft skin beneath her ear. She moaned and sucked in air. I cupped her breast through the satin of that dress, my thumb finding the hard bead of her nipple and stroking it. I licked her collarbone. Mouthed the edge of her jaw line. She was delicious. I could eat every part of her all day long.
I stepped us from the door towards the bed, stopping to grab a condom from my bag. I was currently in the longest dry spell of my life. But I always packed the condoms with a hopeful heart and I thanked past me for his foresight.
“Where’s the zipper?” I whispered against her mouth when we hit the foot of the bed.
“Here,” she said and turned, giving me her back. She pulled her hair out of the way and bent her head. The moonlight coming through the window turned her skin to something out of a movie. She practically glowed.
I unzipped her dress, kissing my way down her spine. The dress fell from her body, revealing a black thong and no bra.
“Fuck. Me,” I breathed.
“Okay,” she said, turning back around. “You have too many clothes on.” She reached for my zipper. I liked a woman who knew what she wanted and I lifted my hands out of the way while she undid my fancy trousers and cupped me through the fine cotton of the barely-there underwear I was wearing under the expensive suit.
She hummed in her throat and squeezed me. I hissed, the blood pounding in my cock.
“This is the part where I say I never do this kind of thing,” she whispered.
“But you’re doing it with me,” I said, meeting her gaze.
“But I’m doing it with you. Hurry,” she whispered, and I’d never been so happy to comply. First round would be fast. Hard. I’d show her all my tricks the second round.
I shoved my underwear down and opened the condom wrapper with my teeth.
“Lie back,” I said. Her body stretched out in a pool of moonlight but her face was in the shadows by the pillows. I pulled down her underwear and slipped my fingers between her legs. She was wet and hot, and when my thumb brushed her clit she nearly shot off the bed. Yes. I thought.
This was going to be amazing.
Maybe breakfast in the morning? I’d find out where she lived. Maybe we could set something up in the off season. Something casual. Fun. I hadn’t even had her yet and I knew once wouldn’t be enough.
I crawled up her body, kissing her knees, her thighs, I got between her legs, and she pulled me up. “Liam, I want you so bad.”
I felt the same urgency. I kissed her tits, hidden in the shadows, pulled a nipple into my mouth as I reached between us to notch my cock to the dripping sweet entrance of her body.
“Oh, fuck, Kit. You’re so tight.”
“You feel so good. So good,” she muttered, her neck arched, her head back as her fingers dug into my shoulders.
I used my thumb against her clit until she was opening her legs wider, pushing up against me and I sunk in three inches. She gasped, short and sharp.
“Kit,” I said, holding myself still. She was wet and really hot, but I’d never fucked a woman so tight.
“Please,” she whispered in my ear, and I was a goner. I sunk in deep, felt the shudder and hitch of her body. I pulled out slowly, her muscles clinging to my cock and I nearly lost my mind. No one had ever felt like this. No one would feel like this again.
Was this woman ruining me for other women?
I laughed in my throat and worked her clit. She had to come, and quick, because I could feel the pressure mounting in my spine.
I thrust, slow and deep, and she cried out. Her hands clutching me. “Yes,” I said into her ear, sucking it into my mouth. “Like that. Come, honey. Come all over my cock.”
Her pussy squeezed me like a fist, and it was over for me. I couldn’t resist. I pressed my mouth to hers, breathing in her air. Giving her mine, I shattered into a million pieces. She held me, her fingers clutched against my skin. Her lips against mine. She whispered nonsense into my mouth, and I was doing the same. Talking about her perfect pussy taking me so good.
I stilled and lifted myself up on my hands. Seeing her face in the shadows was impossible.
“That was…” She didn’t finish her thought.
“Yeah. You good?” I asked her.
“Very good,” she said and I saw the glimmer of her teeth as she smiled.
“Good,” I laughed and kissed her chin. “I mean. Me. Good too. Not…me good too, I’m not a caveman. I meant I’m really good too and will be again soon. Very soon.”
“I think you lost some brain cells there, buddy,” she laughed and then sighed. I liked it when women laughed and then sighed. I liked it when they did it with me in bed. It told me they were relaxed. They knew they were safe. They’d be taken care of. It made me feel like I’d done my job right.
It wasn’t a Stanley Cup, but it was pretty awesome.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back,” I said and rolled away, both of us making hissing sounds as I pulled out of her.
I got off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
“There’s water in the mini fridge if you want some,” I told her as I pulled my phone out of the front pocket of my suit. “You can have anything out of the mini fridge. Or we can order room service. We didn’t stay for dinner and this place has awesome fries. We’ll get some.”
I went into the bathroom, tossed the condom and then took a piss.
Then I had to text my brother.
Me: Wy. This is it. I found her. The most amazing woman.
Wyatt: Aren’t you at that charity thing, getting wined and dined?
Me: Yeah. I met her there. Her dad is that financial guy everyone invests with.
Wyatt: Barrington? Please don’t tell me you invested all your money just so you could get in his daughter’s pants.
Me: First of all, she’s not some woman. She’s amazing. And I didn’t do it to get in her pants. I did it because it’s smart business. Not that you would know.
Wyatt: Be careful man, Jonesy on my team just invested with a guy months ago and said he hasn’t seen any financial records and every time he calls the office he gets some bullshit answer.
Me: Stop being a killjoy. I’m happy. Let me be happy.
Wyatt: Fine. Be happy.
Ugh. My brother. Honestly. He could take the fun out of anything.
I washed my hands and stepped out of the bathroom, expecting to see Kit curled up on my bed, eating some of that good chocolate from the mini fridge and perusing the room service menu.
But the bed was empty. Her dress and shoes were gone.
And she was nowhere to be found.
Breaking News: In a shocking turn of events, investment mogul Bill Barrington has been criminally charged with multiple felony counts for fraud. Professional athletes across many sports all around the world are feeling the impact as millions of dollars have gone missing, apparently lost to Barrington’s gambling addiction.
Breaking News: The jury has reached a verdict. Bill Barrington enters court today, joined only by his defense attorney and his daughter, Kit Barrington. The courtroom is now filled with famous athletes, including legendary NHL player, Dillon Le Coeur, and everyone waits for the judgement.
Breaking News: Bill Barrington has been found guilty on all counts. Sentencing to take place in the coming weeks. His daughter, who many believed was used by her father to lure young athletes to invest, but was never charged with a crime, left the courtroom in tears.