Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
RIAN
No matter how many times I imagined fucking Rebekka, I didn’t do it justice. My heart is beating double time. Sweat beads my forehead and chest. I’ve only just come, but my cock is already semi solid again.
‘You are fucking phenomenal, woman.’ I pull her against my chest as we both struggle to catch our breath.
‘You’re not so bad yourself.’ She nuzzles into my neck, inhaling my scent.
I press a kiss to her temple, reluctant to pull out of her. ‘That’s one way to get revenge on your cheating asshole husband.’
Her head jolts back from my neck until our eyes lock. ‘Is that what you think this was?’ She cocks her head to the side.
‘Isn’t it?’ I need to know what I’m dealing with here before I get in over my head. Okay, Okay... I’m in way over my head. I have been for a long time.
She pauses for a long beat, intelligent eyes flicking over my features then back to hold my stare. ‘It was me finally allowing myself the one thing in this world I want more than I’ve ever wanted anything—you.’ Her voice is thick with emotion.
Relief floods through my body. I kiss her again, slowly, with a tenderness that I hope conveys all the things I can’t actually say.
Her pelvis rocks against mine, and her eyes fly open, boring straight into mine. ‘You ready to go again, Baby Beckett?’ She says in a teasing tone.
‘I was born ready for you, sweetheart.’ I cup her ass in my hands and lift her onto me until I’m supporting all her weight. She squeals as I stand, wrapping her legs around me. I stalk across the room towards the door. The bass pumps through my feet from the bar below.
‘Are you bringing me downstairs to fuck me in front of everyone?’ she jokes.
‘I would if I could, but it’s not that kind of club, unfortunately.
’ I rest her back against the closed door.
Her hands settle on my shoulders as I pump into her, sinking my face into her neck.
She bucks back into me, grinding her pussy onto my cock.
The tiny flutter in her tight little channel promises me she could come again.
My mouth meets hers. I could kiss her all fucking night and never get tired.
We thrust and buck and claw like wild animals.
It’s taking every inch of willpower I own not to come until she does.
Finally she shrieks, ‘Rian,’ and fuck, I’m done.
Hot ropes of cum shoot from my dick, deep into her core.
Pleasure pulses through every single part of my body.
I’m so fucked.
So hopelessly fucked.
I was in love with her before, but now I’ve heard her call my name while she comes on my cock, I’m utterly fucking enamoured.
I hold her in my arms until both of our breathing resembles something like normality. Finally, I slide her slowly down until her gold stilettos meet the floor. Her hands linger on my bicep. Our eyes lock. Hers look slightly bashful.
‘Don’t pretend you’re shy now, Remington.’ I slap her ass playfully. ‘Not now you waltzed into my club and popped my bareback cherry.’
Her head tips back, and she laughs, long and hard. A real laugh. A grin stretches over my face.
‘Drink?’ I motion to the whiskey on the table. ‘I don’t have any champagne up here, but I can get you some.’
‘I’ll take a drop of the hard stuff.’
‘Again?’ I grab my crotch, and I’m rewarded with her laugh. The one that warms my insides.
She sashays towards the sofa, ass swaying like an invitation. I watch as my cum trickles down the inside of her thigh, and I swear it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I could hide up here with her all night. She reaches down to swipe her dress from the floor.
‘Don’t you dare,’ I warn her, snatching it from her hands. ‘We drink naked.’
‘What if someone comes in?’ Her head twists to the door.
‘You weren’t worried about that twenty minutes ago.’ I remind her, taking the top off the bottle of whiskey.
‘I wasn't worried about anything twenty minutes ago,’ she says quietly.
‘And you are now?’ I probe pouring two doubles. I think we’re going to need them.
She exhales a long, heavy sigh. ‘Yes and no. I don’t regret it.’
‘I’m sensing a but here.’ I hand her a drink and take a large sip of my own.
‘I will fuck you all day every day, Rian. I’m done denying myself. Anthony hasn’t denied himself a single thing since we got married.’ Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. ‘But I can’t leave him. I can’t.’ She shakes her head, like she’s reinforcing it to herself as much as me.
‘I’m not asking you to.’ Not yet, anyway… but there’s no way I can give her up.
‘I don’t know how this can end well,’ she admits, eyeing me over the rim of her glass.
‘So let’s not let it end then.’ I shrug with more nonchalance than I feel.
She huffs out a bitter laugh. ‘So, you’re happy to be my bit on the side? It’s not fair on you, Rian.’
‘I’m happy to be your anything, woman. What part of I’m obsessed with you do you not get?’ I close the distance between us, pulling her into my arms. ‘It’s not like you share a bed with him, or your body. You might be his on paper, but in reality, you’re mine.’
‘That’s what worries me,’ she says quietly.
‘Don’t worry. Let’s just concentrate on having some fun.’ I smooth her hair from her face.
‘Yeah, I think I earned it for putting up with his shit for the past three years.’ She lifts her drink in a silent ‘cheers’.
‘You mean three years, four months, two weeks and five days.’ I clink my glass against hers.
‘I can’t believe you remember that,’ she laughs.
‘I remember everything about you, sweetheart, but I will never forget the first moment I saw you. It’s etched into my brain forever.’
‘That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.’ She tilts her head back to gaze up at me.
‘You didn’t ask which part of my brain.’ I wink.
She tips her head in question.
‘Wank bank.’ I smirk, and that familiar warmth floods me as her laughter pierces the air again.
‘You are so bad.’ She slaps my chest playfully.
‘Maybe, but I promise you, sweetheart, I’ll never be bad to you.’
‘I know.’ She nods, and there’s an earnestness in her eyes. ‘I know. You’re the first man who’s never let me down.’
A loud hammering pierces the air. Fists bang on the door.
She jumps, and I cradle her tighter to my chest. ‘Fuck off, we’re busy,’ I yell, half hoping it isn’t Anthony, and half hoping it is so this is all out in the open and he can watch my cum drip from between his wife’s legs.
If that isn’t staking a claim on her, I don’t know what is.
‘Naked busy?’ Ivy squeals. There’s no missing the excitement in her tone.
‘Don’t open the door or you’ll find out the hard way,’ I warn.
‘Oh. My. Fucking. God,’ she wails. ‘Hurry up and get out here, Rebekka, I want all the sordid details. I need to know if Baby Beckett’s dick is as big as he claims it is.’
Rebekka shakes with laughter in my arms. ‘It’s bigger!’ she shouts, snorting with laughter.
‘Filthy bitch!’ Ivy bangs on the door. ‘About time! Now hurry up and join us! Dickhead De Courcy and the hoe have left the building. Let’s get lit!’
The sound of her footsteps drift into the distance.
‘I suppose I better show face. It’s my opening night, after all.
’ I drain my drink and place the glass on the table.
I reach for my suit trousers. I have a gift for her in the pocket.
I wasn’t sure she’d show up tonight, but I brought it just in case.
I feel inside the pocket until my fingers find what I’m looking for. ‘I’ve got a present for you.’
‘Another one?’ She winks, but her mouth drops open as she spots the tiny Cartier box.
I push it into her hand. She pauses for a long beat before she opens it.
‘Oh, wow.’ Her hand cups her mouth as she drinks in the gold charm I selected for her bracelet—a book covered in tiny sparkling diamonds for the front cover.
‘That is so thoughtful,’ she gushes, colour flooding her cheeks.
‘I love it. Thank you so much. Typical,’ she glances down at her wrist. ‘It’s the one day I forgot to put my bracelet on. ’
‘No worries. You can put it on later. I just like the idea of you having something from me with you all the time.’
‘Thank you,’ she repeats in a breathy voice.
‘Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.’ I kiss her lips again, slow and tender.
‘It is now.’ She smiles and prises her dress from my hand. ‘I didn’t get you anything.’ Her face falls.
‘You did.’ I hold up her lingerie. I’m keeping this.’ Her laughter sets my soul alight as I stuff her thong in my pocket.