22. Warren
22
WARREN
“N o,” Addi said with a pout. “Sleep on the floor or something.”
Her hair was a mess after she’d dozed off in the car and the thorough tongue fucking I’d given her. I had been careful not to mess up her makeup too much, but a bit of her eyeliner was smudged on the corners. And she looked exquisite. Especially since it was evidence of how well I fucked her.
I looked at the lackluster room with a frown.
The hotel had a sort of snowy-cabin-esque vibe that, while suited for a nice weekend getaway, was a far cry from the five-star hotels I usually picked.
And it was almost fully booked, with only one room left.
Its windows overlooked the small mountain town; it had a table and chair for working, a bathroom, and... one bed.
Contrary to what she probably thought, I didn’t pick this.
“I had my tongue on your cunt less than an hour ago,” I said in a low rumble, my gaze traveling Addi’s body. “Are you really worried about sharing a bed with me?”
Her face flushed that beautiful red again.
“This is different. This is... intimate. ”
So was the pussy eating. Her first.
But I didn’t say that out loud. She might have brushed it off as just sex, but it was more than that, and I couldn’t get it out of my head.
How has not one single person she’d been with since me ever gone down on her?
Addi was so responsive and so drop-dead gorgeous that any man in his right mind should have fallen to his knees for her if given the chance.
They weren’t men. They were boys.
Suddenly, I felt the need to erase all other experiences from her mind, leaving only ours. Ones where she was lost in pleasure. Where all her desires came true.
“Go wash first,” I forced out before I made another bad decision.
She nodded hesitantly and left for the bathroom without protest.
With a sigh, I sat down on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands.
I’m so fucked.
I wasn’t supposed to be getting as involved as I was. But I couldn’t fucking stop thinking about her. About how angry I’d been when she and that Ezra kid got so close.
Even if he’s closer to her age and more suited for her.
I ran an angry hand through my hair.
That was the worst of it all. How normal they looked together. A couple no one would blink twice at.
But as soon as she and I showed up, all eyes were on us.
Regardless of our history, she was young. Some might think too young, and I had been adamant about keeping my image crystal clean. The last thing I needed was to be on the front page of all the gossip magazines because I showed up with her on my arm.
But all that became meaningless when she pushed out of the bathroom.
She was wearing a white hotel robe that was way too big for her. Her hair was wet and cascaded down her back. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the water.
My eyes narrowed in on the water droplets that fell down the side of her face, down to her neck, and disappeared into the V of the robe.
Fuck. Me.
Somehow, I’d forgotten that neither of us had anything to wear.
“I’ll have someone deliver us clothes for the morning,” I said and was about to get up before her naked feet brought her across the room and right in front of me.
Her legs knocked against my knees, and I lifted my face just slightly to look into her eyes.
“I hate you,” she whispered, but her eyes held a different kind of heat.
“I know.”
Her fingers slowly untied the string keeping the robe together before she let it hang open. Her toned stomach was the first thing I saw. Then the swell of her breasts.
I tried and failed not to look at the small tuft of curls between her legs.
My cock pulsed against my pants as Addi’s delicate fingers circled my wrists, placing them directly on her naked hips.
I pushed the robe aside just enough to bare a perky pink nipple.
“Is my babygirl aching for more?” I asked, my tongue flicking out to tease her nipple. My eyes met hers. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
Such a tease. I’d never wanted to kiss anyone so badly before.
“You didn’t get off,” she said in a low voice. “I want you to. I want you to use me like you should.”
Fuck.
My dick got impossibly hard.
I never thought Addi would actually give herself to me like this. But she took it one step further.
She pushed me to lie back and climbed onto my lap, straddling me as she shimmied off her robe so that she was completely naked. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and her eyes begging me to fuck her.
“I don’t know what those boys told you, Addi,” I murmured, my hands rubbing mindless patterns over her wet, bare skin. She shivered against me. “But eating you out is a pleasure. I wanted to. A real man will do that for his woman.”
She raised herself slightly, a silent plea for me to put my hands between her legs, and I did. I couldn’t stop myself. She took in a sharp breath as my fingers pushed through her swollen folds.
I hadn’t gone easy on her, and yet here she was, still offering her body to me.
“Show me then, Warren,” she dared me. “Show me how Warren King fucks his woman.”
My woman. I like the sound of that.
I wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed and fuck her into the mattress, but instead, I put my hand back on her hip.
“You’re sore, Addi. You deserve rest.”
“What if I don’t want it?” she asked. Her hands were on my pants and unzipping me before I could blink, warm around my cock as she took it out.
I let out a groan as she started to stroke it with a vigor that made me think I was hallucinating the whole thing.
“I thought you liked my touch.”
She has no idea how much. How different her touching me is.
“Fuck, Addi. You’re making this hard.”
“I can tell.” I watched her smirk. “Fuck me,” she said as she lifted her body so she could run her wet pussy lips against the head of my dick.
So close.
I swallowed my moan as my head teased the entrance of her cunt. It would be so easy to slide right in. And she was practically begging for it.
In one easy move, I flipped her onto her back on the bed before climbing on top of her.
She spread her legs for me, thinking I was going to do what she was asking, but instead I placed my knees on either side of her, hiked her legs up, and started to rub my cock against her cunt, careful to not enter her.
Fucking torture.
“What a good girl you’re being for me,” I said and guided her hand to my cock. She circled it, covering the part that her pussy didn’t. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“I don’t want to owe you,” she replied breathlessly. There was a bite to it, but the growing wetness seeping from her told me just how much she wanted me.
“Don’t lie to me, babygirl.” It wasn’t going to take long for me to come. With the buildup from the event and now thrusting against her pussy, I was almost there. “You want me. You want to please me. It’s okay to say it.”
She let out a moan as a particularly hard thrust hit her clit.
“I hate you, remember?” she said. “I’d never want you even if you were the last person on earth.”
“Yet here you are. Pussy weeping for me. Legs spread. Begging for me to fuck you. That sounds a lot like want.”
The sight of her under me was enough to send me reeling. Her naked body spread out in front of me like a feast. Her hair fanned out. Her mouth open wide, light moans falling from it.
I leaned forward, my lips one inch away from hers.
“And what about you?” she asked breathlessly. “You literally got on your knees for me.”
I let out a chuckle, thrusting faster.
“I’d never lie about how much I want you, Addi. From the beginning, since you walked into your father’s company in those little red pumps and short skirt, every time you bent over on purpose—don’t deny it—I knew I’d never be satisfied until I had you.”
Her gasp echoed through the room, and heat coiled in my belly.
“But you have,” she said.
“I have. I had you once,” I grunted out as my orgasm ran through me. White spurts of cum painted her stomach, and I gave into the urge to rub it into her skin. “And once would never fucking be enough.”
My admission heated the air around us. Her hands were at my shirt, clawing the fabric to force herself up. My hands went around her back, hiking her up against me, both of us unbothered about the mess we were making.
My cock was quickly forgotten as her arms twisted around my neck, the fingers of one hand tangling in my hair.
She leaned closer, our bodies flush against each other, our lips close enough to share a breath.
My heart was beating rapidly in my chest, and somehow, I could feel hers moving at the same pace. Her eyes were on my lips, the promise clear.
“Kiss me, Addi.” The guttural need in my voice was undeniable. Forget fucking. I wanted her lips on mine. Wanted to know what her mouth really tasted like. How it felt when our tongues danced together.
I needed it more than air in that moment.
How I, Warren King, had been reduced to a moaning, begging fool at just the hope of a kiss was degrading. But I found myself not caring. Not while her hand ran through my hair. While her legs were around me. While her body was against mine.
She took a deep breath, her beautiful blue eyes meeting mine.
And then, all it took was a whisper from her, so soft but still sent me crashing down.
“ No .”
* * *
I lingered in the bathroom, my hand on the doorknob.
What am I doing? Am I hiding after she rejected kissing me?
It was laughable.
Coming to my senses, I pushed the door open and walked through, toweling my hair off as I looked over the lumpy bed. The blanket looked fluffy but otherwise unimpressive. It was cheap and scratchy, but Addi sighed into it like she hadn’t had a good place to rest in years.
It only added to my annoyance.
As I washed off my post-orgasm high in the shower, along with my embarrassment, I started to really take in everything that happened tonight. The charity event was enough to fry my nerves, but then there was Ezra touching what was mine, then Darla, then the tire, and Ezra again.
We were supposed to be home by now.
How the fuck was the spare flat? There’s going to be hell to pay tomorrow.
I had let myself get too distracted by Addi. There was always a shitload of never-ending work to get done. Legal inquiries, lawsuits, new department there, sales numbers here. It was getting tiring. If I could just focus on the auction, maybe I’d be happier, but it wasn’t in my nature to give up on all that cash.
Not when I had once needed it and didn’t have it. When I needed it most.
Trying not to think too much about the work I had to do at home, I climbed in behind Addi. She stiffened when the bed dipped.
I stifled my grin.
She’s pretending to be sleeping.
As annoyed as I was, I still found her actions amusing. She let me do almost anything to her. Ravage her body. Pull orgasm after orgasm out of her until her knees were weak.
But sleeping together? Kissing? That was crossing the line.
Somehow, I understood. I was the same with the women I fucked before her. I didn’t let anyone close. But the way she was doing it to me made my chest feel tight.
I sank into the bed, my arm brushing against her back. Both of us were wearing matching hotel robes.
The room went quiet.
“You didn’t buy anything,” Addi whispered.
I looked up at the ceiling, noticing where they had fixed the cracks, the surface slightly uneven.
“I usually don’t,” I admitted. “I don’t like to show off.”
Addi let out a hum and turned so she was facing the ceiling as well.
“It’s not really for charity,” she said. “It’s all for show. Dominic may try to act like he’s god’s gift to this earth, but he’s only doing it so people think he’s good.”
A smile pulled at my lips.
“He can get pretty annoying,” I admitted. “But he’s not a bad guy. And he does send the money to the right places.”
“So you’re saying he’s taking advantage of rich people’s egos?” she asked.
I turned to look at her finally. The side light was still on, giving me a good look at her makeup-less face.
She looked… unguarded. The hate she harbored for me seemed to have disappeared, even for just a moment.
“You talk like you aren’t in the same circle as them. I remember how you used to act at those,” I noted, even if I knew she didn’t see herself as a Mercer anymore. I realized it before she came home with me.
At least not like what the Mercers used to be.
“You know your dad would drop millions at these types of events,” I said before I could stop myself. I had been with him on more than one occasion. It never sat right with me how he’d just throw around his money. He was greedy. And that was what fucked him in the end.
“I know.” A frown appeared on her face. “At one point, he started hanging some of the pieces in my room because he’d run out of wall space.”
Her eyes met mine. I knew what she was going to ask. But I didn’t want to answer it.
“You went with him to a few,” I said. “I remember seeing you.”
The frown grew deeper.
“I don’t remember seeing you.”
I looked back up at the ceiling.
“I was lingering at the back,” I said. “I didn’t want to get involved in what he was doing there.”
More than that, I found it insulting. How he paraded her around. I had already started the process of getting into business with him and if anything, tying myself to his side at the auctions would have given me even more shit on him.
“Besides buying art, you mean?”
I turned back to her, searching her face.
She didn’t know.
I bit my cheek, not wanting to say anything, but she had me, and she knew it.
“What was he doing, Warren?”
My fingers dug into the sheets.
“Lots of networking, negotiations… marriage shopping.”
“He what ?” Addi pushed up, her eyes searching my face for an untruth that wasn’t there.
“It’s well known in our circle. I’m surprised you didn’t know.”
“He wouldn’t… I mean, I would have known… Did he really?” The last part was whispered.
“He didn’t settle on anyone, but Maxwell was a candidate. Ask him if you don’t believe me.”
Her eyebrows pushed together.
“Maxwell?” she whispered to herself.
My hand gripped her arm and tugged her back down to the bed. I was too exhausted and too afraid of what else I might spill.
“Sleep,” I said and turned toward her, my arm looping around her waist. After a moment’s pause, I leaned my forehead against hers. “Don’t think. Just sleep. I know those orgasms took a lot out of you. You don’t have the energy to try and put this together.”
She let out a scoff as redness spread across her cheeks. She turned around but didn’t stop me from pulling her closer.
Her back to my front. Her small body curled so perfectly against mine. Her arms touching mine where I held her.
Addi’s touch was soothing. I craved it.
For a moment, I let myself forget everything that had led her to my bed and just enjoy the warmth of us.
I had planned to mess with her a bit. Let my hands wander. But she was too warm. Too comfortable. Her presence, oddly soothing.
I couldn’t even pinpoint the moment I drifted off.