Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Rosie
Friday
I wake up in Daniel’s bed.
Naked.
I hear him talking in the other room, and my pulse ratchets up. But when he pauses, I realize he’s on the phone.
Blinking away the sleep in my eyes, I look for a clock. Can’t find one. I quickly go to the bathroom, then pull on the bathrobe I hung up last night before I helped myself to his shower.
And then his body.
And then his bed.
Daniel catches me around the waist in the living room as he listens to whoever he is talking to and gives me a not-that-quick good morning kiss.
I press my fingers to my lips as I dance past him and go to my room to grab today’s bridesmaid uniform.
“Sorry, that was Heath,” he calls. “I thought you might sleep a little longer.”
“What time is it?”
“Almost seven-thirty.”
Half an hour until breakfast in Mel’s suite. I flush as I realize it’s only taken me two days to get used to this lifestyle. Staying in suites. Anything we want, ordered or arranged with a wave of the hand.
Going back to motel life is going to be rough.
I set down the clothes I was about to put on. I have thirty minutes. One of only a handful of thirty-minute windows I’m going to have over the next two days to climb that big man out there and share some secret kisses.
Getting dressed can wait.
He’s sprawled in a chair at the table when I return to the living room, looking at my door. Like he’s waiting for me to come out.
“Did you change your mind about getting dressed?”
I brush my fingertips over my lower lip. “I thought that might be a bit hasty. Since we might not have another quiet moment today. . .”
He spreads his legs a little wider and pats one thigh. “Come here.”
I crawl onto his lap. His hands go under the robe, and he hisses when he finds my naked flesh.
“And here I spent far too long thinking you were innocent. . .”
“I am,” I tease.
He cups my ass, returning to it over and over again like he can’t believe it. That makes two of us, but now that I know he likes my butt, I’ll use that to my advantage. “There’s nothing innocent about crawling on me with nothing on.”
“I’m wearing a robe. It’s big.”
He tugs the belt open. “And utterly useless at protecting you from my hungry gaze.”
“Speaking of hunger,” I pant as he lifts me up and puts me on the table in front of him. “You have a breakfast date.”
“That will be my second breakfast.” He dips his head and licks his tongue in a slow, tantalizing swipe between my pussy lips. “I need to have you first.”
I’m still thinking about how that felt when I arrive in Mel’s suite an hour later.
I sent Daniel on ahead of me so we didn’t have another “you two? Together again?” moment.
Too many of those, and Mel will figure it out.
She has to find out at some point. Because I’m not giving Daniel up. One night together, and I’m hooked hard.
I was hooked even before our first kiss.
But she’s not going to find out today.
Leigh is already there, and Leesa arrives at basically the same time as me.
Mel and Daniel are talking about baseball spring training, so I take this opportunity to review the plan for this afternoon and evening with the other two.
The bachelorette party, which will start with a spa afternoon, then a limo ride to dinner for “just the girls” overlooking a lake.
. . somewhere. . . Thank you, Concierge team.
Finally, we’ll head back to the hotel for a cocktail hour where the wedding guests will decide which evening party they want to go to—the three-level club and burlesque hall for some dancing and titillation or the private poker game Daniel is hosting.
A.k.a., the bachelorette and bachelor parties, although the only people bound to the separate events will be Mel and Javi and their respective attendants.
“What needs to be done before we head to the spa?” Leigh asks.
From across the room, Mel raises her voice. “First, you guys all need to eat some of this. My dad ordered way too much.”
“I had three solid workouts yesterday,” Daniel says, not looking at me.
I frown ever so slightly. He only went to the gym twice. Once— Oh.
He’s counting sex with me as a workout. I see. And now it’s a test of my poker face.
“Impressive for an old guy,” I murmur as I load up a plate with French toast and fruit.
This feels like a solid point scored until Leesa giggles her way to the table. “Who are you calling old? Mr. Burke, you’re in the prime of your life, aren’t you?”
Which is true, but not something to say in front of Melanie.
Also, does she want me to yank out her extensions?
He frowns, doing a very good job of looking unimpressed. “Eat some toast, Leesa. I think your blood sugar might be out of whack.”
She giggles again.
Mel gives her a WTF look, at least.
I move around the table and sit between Leigh and Mel. Is being irrationally cranky a sign of low blood sugar, too? I shove a bite of food into my mouth. Mmm. That helps.
“Coffee, anyone?” Daniel lifts the carafe.
“Yes, please.” I hold out my mug.
He fills it for me, then stands up and comes around the table. “You’ve got a little. . .” And in front of everyone, he wipes the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “Syrup.”
And he licks it off.
His gaze is hot, his intent clear—to me, at least. I don’t have anything to worry about.
Poker face. “Thanks,” I say coolly.
Because he can’t do things like that in front of Mel. Not that she was looking. My pulse chills out when I realize she’s deep in her text messages with Javi.
“You’re his favorite,” Leesa sighs after Daniel leaves. Mel has gone outside with him, walking him to the elevator. The three of us are sprawled on the couches, slightly full from all the delicious brunch food.
I ignore her. Of course, I’m his favorite. I let him come in my mouth and then showed it to him. And I know his favorite ice cream and the secret fact that he’s afraid of heights. “We can’t order that much breakfast tomorrow. We’ll be slugs all day.”
Leigh shakes her head. “Not at all. A big breakfast is important on a wedding day. My sister skipped it and then fainted just before she walked down the aisle. Once we get going, we probably won’t eat again until dinner, both today and tomorrow.”
I pull out my phone and make a quick note to schedule some micro-snacking moments to avoid that kind of disaster. “Good point.”
“Hey, Rosie, do you hang out with Mr. Burke back in Conception—”
“What is your deal, honey?” Leigh snapped at Leesa. “Seriously. You have never been this obtuse before. He’s not bang-able. Mr. Burke is a handsome man, but like, he’s definitely a square. Right, Rosie?”
No comment.
Mel returns just in time to save me from that conversation with no good out. “Ready for a day at the spa, girls?”
I brought a bag with everything I’ll need for the rest of the day. It seemed like smart packing earlier so I don’t risk going back to Daniel’s suite and Mel asking me where my room was. Now I have a weird ache in my chest at the thought of not seeing him again for hours.
It doesn’t go away until we get to the spa. As I’m putting my phone away in the locker they provide, the screen lights up.
Having fun?
The way seeing Daniel’s name on the screen changes my entire mood is startling. I grin like an idiot and text him back.
Perfect timing. I was about to put my phone in a locker. I’m off to get a hot stone treatment in five minutes.
He replies immediately, in two back-to-back texts.
Nice. Enjoy.
Can’t wait to see you tonight.
I like his last reply, then type out Same, old man, just to keep it light. But it doesn’t feel right, so I erase that. Counting the hours, I send him instead. It’s true.
Our afternoon is non-stop pampering, and by the time we get to our dinner, we’re all relaxed and vibing hard on the fact that Mel is getting married. Tomorrow.
“To the most beautiful bride ever,” I toast.
Mel lifts her glass in my direction. “And the sweetest maid of honor.”
I only feel a small shiver of guilt, and it doesn’t last long.
I didn’t text Daniel all afternoon. I haven’t even looked at my phone since we left the spa. I can do this. She’s my whole focus for the next thirty hours.
That resolve lasts exactly two hours.
When we get back to the hotel, Mel and Leigh go up to the bridal suite to redo Mel’s hair for tonight.
Leesa and I go to the private dining room where the cocktail reception will be.
A rehearsal dinner, deconstructed, Javi called tonight.
Finger food, drinks, and no rehearsal because we did that yesterday.
Just a chance for all the guests to mingle and get to know each other before the wedding.
Leesa and I are supposed to act as hostesses, making sure everything runs smoothly before Mel makes her grand entrance.
Something I never want to do at my own wedding, I think to myself.
And that’s when I catch sight of Daniel. He’s wearing a suit without a tie, his shirt open at the top button, and he has a glass of something that looks expensive in his hand.
He looks every inch the father of the bride. Distinguished. Commanding. Not filthy at all.
Imagine him waiting at the end of a trail of rose petals. . .
I press my lips together. No, not his style.
His head tilts away from the person he’s talking to and then turns in my direction.
Would you ever marry a girl like me?
His expression is so hard to read, his jaw tight. He excuses himself and strides in our direction without looking away from me.
“Hi, Mr.—” Leesa doesn’t get to finish the greeting.
“Rosie, there’s a small issue we need to take care of.”
“Oh, okay, sure, I’m all yours.”
He sets his hand in the small of my back.
Leesa raises an eyebrow.
“Favorite,” she mouths at me as he firmly guides me out the door.
“What’s the problem?” I ask as we cross the wide corridor.
He pulls open a door, revealing a boardroom. “I may have lied about that.”
“That there’s an issue?”
He closes the door firmly and presses me against the wall just inside the room, kissing me as he guides my hand to his erection. “No. About it being small.”
“Oh.” I laugh and kiss him back.
His gaze rakes down my body. I’m wearing my favorite outfit that never gets to see the light of day in Conception Ridge, a tight black minidress with cap sleeves and a little white collar. It’s fun and Vegas-approved: short, sexy, and a little naughty.
I’m waiting for him to tell me I can’t go out like this, that I have to put on something more appropriate.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he licks his lips, his gaze feral. “That dress is dangerous, Rosie.”
“I’ll be good tonight.”
“I’m sure you will.” He strokes his fingers across the inside of one thigh, then over to the other one.
I can feel the phantom brush against my pussy. If he goes an inch higher and buries his hand in the shadow between my legs, he’ll find me soaking wet and ready.
“How am I supposed to control myself when you’re wearing this?” He brushes his mouth against my ear. “What are you trying to do to Daddy?”
Make you fall in love with me. “I didn’t. . . it wasn’t. . .” I gasp as his mouth latches on to my neck. “I swear, I brought this from home. It was always going to be my outfit tonight.”
He groans. “I need you. I can’t let you go out tonight without marking you as mine.”
I shiver. Yes. I need that, too. “We need to be quick.”
He lifts me up and carries me to the far end of the room. He works my panties off, then spins me around and bends me over the table.
I cover my mouth as he trails his fingers through my wetness.
“We need to talk,” he growls in my ear, bending over me. He unbuckles his pants, and I feel his cock behind me. Nudging my thighs.
“There’s no time.”
“I know.” He thrusts into me. “We’ll have all the time in the world when we get home. I’m going to be so sweet to you then.”
I laugh desperately. “Okay.”
“Fuck, Rosie.” He growls. “Arch your back. Yes, baby. That’s it. Fuck, you’re so pretty. You’re so wet for me. Taking me so good. That sweet little pussy needed to be filled, didn’t it? You needed Daddy inside you. I’ve got you. It’s okay.”
It’s a low string of filth and is exactly what I need. His words, goading me to come on his cock. I shove my hand between my body and the table and find my clit. His cock and my fingers send me flying so fast it would be embarrassing if he wasn’t going to come just as fast himself.
“Jesus, Rosie. You’re milking me. I should pull out, baby, but I can’t.”
“Don’t pull out,” I whisper.
“You want it? My mess inside you all night?”
I whimper.
He takes that as the yes that it is. “Fuck, here it comes. Nothing between us, my perfect girl. I’m gonna breed you.”
His fingers tighten on my hips.
Breed me.
He smooths his hand over my hip as he shudders on top of me. “Fuck, we shouldn’t do this. I could have you pregnant by the time we fly home.”
As far as life plans go, it’s fucked up and perfect at the same time.
I’m ridiculously full of his thick cock.
Can’t breathe kind of full, and it’s better than I could have imagined.
My pussy is still clenching around him, delicious aftershocks rippling through me.
Is this the right time to ask him if he’s serious?
No.
Later.
When he pulls out, he presses something between my legs before turning me around. He kisses me carefully this time. Gently.
“There’s a washroom out that door,” he murmurs, pointing to the side exit of the room.
“You planned this!”
“I had my options laid out.” He kisses my forehead again. “Such a good girl, my god.”
By the time I get back to the cocktail reception, he has another drink in his hand, and he’s chuckling along to someone’s story. Calm, cool, and collected. Nothing about his demeanor betrays the fact he just bent me over an empty boardroom desk and filled me raw.
I can still feel his come slicking down my thighs, and he’s drinking and joking with guests, completely at ease.
Until he makes eye contact with me, anyway.
Then he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing once, and his gaze darkens as if to say, I want to do it again.
I want to do it here, in front of everyone.
I would let him, too. We would ruin his daughter’s wedding, but it wouldn’t matter because nothing matters beyond Daniel losing himself inside me.
Filling me up. Breeding me.
I could have you pregnant by the time we fly home. I think he meant it. If I wasn’t on the pill, I probably would go home from this trip with a baby in my belly.