Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
LUKE
A fter getting settled in my seat on the plane, I’m on cloud nine as I crack open the third book I’ve secretly borrowed from Deidre.
It’s harder than I thought it would be to control my arousal at the thought of her.
It’s worse since last night and this morning.
I send a winking emoji through her app, wanting her to know that I’m thinking about her.
I’m not sure if it’s too soon to send any kind of a message, but I don’t care.
The next few day passes by like a surfer waiting for a wave in a calm sea.
The days can’t move fast enough, even with the amount of work that’s going on at the firm and the Labor Day weekend that keeps me home.
I spend most of my days searching online for potential clients in the LA County area, as I have the team focused on a few new accounts that have come to our attention.
Mr. Casady has been a great mentor, willing to help when I have questions about certain topics.
He does a great job, but I’m starting to see how he limits himself and why my father would never consider giving him a promotion.
Dad wants me to excel because my older brother wanted nothing to do with the company.
At some point in the current week, I call Dei.
She seems comfortable talking. I don’t comment on my eagerness to see her again.
Instead, I confide in her about a few things regarding business.
She’s very supportive, offering suggestions and even sharing a few things she’s had to handle as a business owner.
I can tell Dei’s holding back, not wanting to reveal certain things.
I don't think it has anything to do with whether she trusts me or not, more of a matter that she likes to keep business and personal matters separate.
It seems like we’re becoming each other’s coach and cheerleader when it comes to building the other’s confidence. Through her eyes, I’m starting to see what my father sees in me. I just might have what it takes to run the company successfully in the future.
Just before Friday lunch, I head out of the Bay office early to go back down to LA.
I think Dad might be suspecting something, but I’m not quite sure.
He doesn’t directly say anything, but has a goofy grin and says to enjoy my weekend.
He tried to have lunch with me today, but I told him that I’ll have to take him up on it next week since I already have plans before my trip back.
Not wanting to freak Dei out, I head straight to the company apartment after I land.
When I arrive, I happen to meet the building’s owner, who’s handling some general construction matters with their main contractor.
We start talking business and he asks what I do.
I mention my father starting the firm, Bradbury Capital, and Mr. Jackson seems to perk up.
As we continue our conversation, it sounds like Mr. Jackson might need assistance on a potential deal.
He’s considering unloading an old commercial building since he needs some extra capital on hand for another business venture he’s interested in.
Needing to get out some of the tension from the flight, I change into my swimsuit and make my way down to the pool. Once I finish a bunch of laps, I lounge on one of the chairs and listen to music. A bit later, I’m awoken by my phone buzzing in my ear through the headphones.
“Hey,” Dei greets. “Where are you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I thought your flight landed a few hours ago,” she says.
“Were you worried about me?”
“What?” she says quickly. “No.”
I smile, knowing she’s lying. “I’m at the pool. Why?”
“Oh,” she sighs.
“What’s up?”
“I’m here,” she says, sounding a little timid.
“Here? Here, where?”
“Outside your apartment.”
I jump off the chair and grab my things. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I…I don’t know,” she giggles nervously.
“Don’t move,” I instruct. “I’m coming up.”
“I hope you’re not coming yet,” she goads.
“Fuck,” I groan into the phone.
“Too much?”
“Not at all,” I reply. “You just made my dick hard though.”
She laughs.
“Sorry. Was that too much?” I ask, suddenly aware of how open I was with my response.
“No,” she mumbles.
We’re both silent. I’m not sure if the signal is lost or not while I ride the elevator up.
“You still there?”
“What?” her voice says, cracking a little.
The door dings open and I see her at the end of the hall.
My hand stays at my side holding the towel, phone, and keys as I walk quickly toward her.
My pace slows for my last few steps while we stare at each other.
Neither of us says a word. Need takes over.
I’ve got her pressed against the door as I kiss her.
My hands let go of my things, letting them fall to the floor, yanking my headphone out of my ear as I desperately caress her body.
After a long embrace, I slowly pull my lips from hers. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she returns on a breath out.
Somehow, we manage to get my stuff off the floor and make our way inside the apartment.
My swimsuit is one of the first things to come off.
As I lift her, Dei wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her to the bed.
We barely make it to the room by the time I have her panties removed.
Prepared this time with lots of protection, and no one to interrupt, I take more time with Dei, building her first orgasm with my tongue to the point where she’s begging to come.
She puts the condom on me, not willing to wait, and flips on top of me.
The way she rocks her hips over mine while buried deep inside her is intoxicating, keeping me just on the edge of release.
As soon as I feel her tighten and moan with the onslaught of her second orgasm, my fingers drag up her back and hold her closer.
We both reach climax, but I’m eager for another round.
I get a new condom on before climbing over her and stuff myself back in.
“You feel so fucking good,” I grunt into her neck.
Dei’s body responds to my thrusts. She moans more when I penetrate her with short, deep pumps of my hips. Her nails dig into my back, letting me know that she’s close again. Keeping my pace, it doesn’t take long for the announcement of her orgasm to rumble past her throat and lips.
“Fuuuuuuck,” she whimpers.
As her release starts to wane, another tears through her body, causing her pussy to clench down around me, forcing my release to arise. As the remnants of our release lingers, our chests heave as I dust my lips along hers repeatedly.
“You’re fucking amazing.”
Dei giggles. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
I hear a grumbling noise from her belly. “Looks like we worked up an appetite.”
Dei smiles and blushes.
“Did you want to go out to eat, or stay in?”
“Stay in,” she confirms. “Do you have any food?”
“Not enough to make something,” I confess.
I shift off of her and search for my phone while also tossing the condom away.
I grab a washcloth from the bathroom and clean her swollen sex as she snatches the phone from my other hand.
The smell coming from her legs is like a drug, making me ready for my next fix instantly.
We settle on having one of her favorite local restaurants deliver food. Barely getting dressed, we snuggle on the bed with Vix until our meal arrives. Once we’re finished, Dei gets dressed and heads down to take Vix out for a walk. I join them, happy to be outside and not willing to part with her.
As we stroll, I notice that Dei keeps her distance, not letting me get close enough to touch her.
From what I’ve seen with her behavior over the past few months, she doesn’t like public displays of affection.
Dei allows some from her father, Irene, brother, Claire, or Mandy, but not anyone else.
Unless it’s for publicity, Dei’s behavior with men is consistent.
There is no form of touching other than a general hug, maybe a kiss hello and goodbye , before some brief conversation with Dei, moving on quickly to some other task or person.
I keep my hands stuffed in my pockets as we continue down to the beach, worried that I might freak her out by my burning need to touch her.
For guys, it’s challenging when you finally have sex with the woman you’ve desired for so long.
All you want is to be inside them night and day, not giving a shit about the rest of the world.
We could live, eat, and breathe sex if possible.
We can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of her.
Once we make it under the pier as the sunset darkens our surroundings, I pin her to one of the poles, needing to taste her again, willing to risk the rejection.
Dei yields to my touch for a few kisses before parting and looking both ways as if to make sure we’re not seen.
She doesn’t say anything, which encourages me to kiss her more.
“I want you,” I whisper, slowly letting go of her lips.
Dei’s quiet for a few seconds. “I guess we should head back then.”
As soon as the elevator doors close, I yank her to me, pressing my erection into her stomach. The faint sound of Vix’s feet on the floor is heard as I do my best to let Dei know just how bad I want her. Once the door is open, I throw her over my shoulder and carry her inside the apartment.
We don’t make it to the bed this time, only getting as far as the couch.
Dei becomes more dominant, placing herself on top of me.
We work to get each other undressed, but somehow I end up naked before her.
With just her bra and panties on, Dei sets her eyes on my cock and sucks me until I explode in her mouth.
Before I get a chance to catch my breath, she’s got the condom on me and is already sliding down on my shaft.
My hips buck up, matching to fill her completely.
When we’ve barely begun to cuddle, Dei says, “I should go.”
“Why?”
She doesn’t comment, but offers a sweet smile.
I prop my head up on my hand as I watch her, reaching to touch her as she gets dressed. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” she replies with a hint of timidness.
“Then stay,” I request, pulling her back on top of me.
“It’s nothing personal, Luke. It’s not my thing to stay.”
“Should I not have stayed at your place two weekends ago?” I ask, concerned that I overstepped.
“No,” she replies with a smile. “I would have kicked you out if needed.”
“I’m not kicking you out.”
“I know,” she returns. “I’m kicking myself out.”
“Why?”
“I don’t really hang out with the guys I have sex with,” she comments flatly.
“Does this mean we can’t hang out anymore?”
“No,” she replies. “But it’s better that I go.”
“You did enjoy the morning sex,” I remind, trying to sway her.
“Yes. I did, but that’s not my habit.”
“Maybe it’s a new habit,” I coax.
Dei smiles, but continues to get her shoes on.
I sit up and kiss her shoulder. “Stay.”
“No.”
“Please,” I beg.
I have no shame or regret in my request. I want more than just her body. The more time I get to spend with her gives me more of a chance to show her that she wants more as well.
“No,” she replies sweetly, pecking me on the lips.