Chapter 8
EIGHT
Sadie
T his man— my God .
The way he led me out of the restroom with an urgency that told me nothing and no one could stop him. The way he hurried me around the front entrance, to the side and back of the building with my hand clasped in his. The way he stopped in the middle of the narrow, dark alley to put his palms on my face and kiss me.
But it wasn’t just any kiss.
It was a kiss that made up for the last week that his lips hadn’t been on mine.
When he finally pulled his mouth away, taking all the air from my lungs in the process, he backed me up until I was against the brick of the building. His tall, broad, massive body hovered over me in a way that made me feel tiny and completely protected.
“I’m going to make that regret of leaving hit even deeper. ”
“It already is,” I admitted.
He ran his nose across the side of my face, his lips dragging too, the heat from his breath making me go from hot to scorching. “There are so many things I want to do to you that this alley just won’t allow.”
“I want all of it.” I put my finger over the center of his mouth. “But there will be plenty more times in the future for you to do things like … get on your knees.”
He nipped the back of my finger, his hands flattening on the wall above my head. “You’re saying you’re going to give me your number this time?”
I laughed, but it wasn’t straight from humor; it was sex-filled too. “For the record, you could have gotten my number before you had me strip in the suite.”
“I could have, yes. But what if we had gotten to the suite and things weren’t working between us and I wasn’t into you?” His lips grazed my cheek. “And I didn’t end up becoming fucking wild over you, so I would have gotten it for nothing.” He licked the bottom of my earlobe, and a shiver ran through me. “Instead, I didn’t get it, and I’ve ached for you every day since. What are you doing to me, Sadie?”
“How hard have you ached?”
He moaned, “Feel my hard-on.”
My hands were already on his stomach, caressing a set of abs I still dreamed about, so they only had to lower a little before I was on his bulging erection. “You weren’t kidding,” I whispered. “You do need me.”
“Jerking off to you isn’t the same as getting to fuck you. It doesn’t matter how much I pump my dick. It won’t ever feel as good as your cunt.”
I’d never met a man with such a filthy mouth, and I’d never thought I’d appreciate it as much as I did.
“You jerked off to me?”
“Yes.”
“And what did you visualize?”
“You. Your body. Your wetness.” His mouth lowered to my breasts, and even though I was still in my heavy, thick dress, I could feel his lips graze my nipples. “The way your pussy hugs my dick.” He looked up at me from my chest. “The way it pulses when you’re coming.”
“You’re going to get that tonight.”
“And I want to savor it. I want to put you in every position and see which one makes you scream the loudest.” He rose back to my lips. “Since that’s not going to happen right now, this alley will have to do.”
I stroked the outside of his jeans, cupping his full length, rounding my hand over the top. “I want it.”
“Take it out. Make it yours.” He kissed the base of my neck, a spot that was my weakness, sending immediate chills across my body. “Show me how badly you want it inside you, fucking your pussy.”
I pulled at the clasp of his belt, and once it was open, I unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his zipper, stretching down his boxer briefs just enough to free his dick. With both hands, I surrounded his shaft and pumped him.
With his lips in front of mine, he groaned, “Wait until this is in you. That regret is really going to slice through.”
I believed him.
He reached behind his back, pulling out his wallet, where I knew—because of the last time we had been together—he kept a condom in one of the flaps. He removed the foil and tore off the corner with his teeth.
The movement sent me the warm, woodsy scent of his cologne. A smell more perfect than I remembered .
A scent that, I swore, had me panting as I rubbed my finger over his tip, urging the bead of pre-cum to bubble out.
I needed to know what he tasted like.
A desire so deep that as soon as I felt it, I wiped it off and brought it up to my mouth. And even though it was mostly dark, I could feel his eyes on me. Watching. Waiting. His stare growing as I licked the small drip, tasting the burst of saltiness once it hit my tongue.
“The hottest fucking sight I’ve ever witnessed,” he growled.
There was no tone in this world that was as sexy as his.
As someone who listened to audiobooks, I was positive about that.
“That wasn’t for you,” I told him. “That was for me.”
He rolled the condom on and grabbed the side of my neck. “How did I taste? Enough to make you want to swallow a mouthful?”
“With pleasure.”
He let out a deep, gritty chuckle. “Keep this up, Sadie, and I’m going to fucking marry you.” He kissed me. Harder this time. With a roughness to his lips that told me just how much he wanted me.
Marry?
I didn’t know why, but his reply sent me toward an edge I hadn’t seen coming.
He released my face and lifted one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist before he slowly slid my dress higher.
“You could have brought me anywhere. Why here?” I asked.
“I can’t do what I want to do to you in my car. You know that.”
I heard his smile based on his sound, and I felt it against my lips.
“I suppose we could have stayed in the ladies’ room, but we risked the chance of someone unlocking the door, and there was no way I’d put you in a position like that.”
“A position like what?”
“Anyone—even a woman—seeing you naked. Having them hear you moan. Or risk the chance of you feeling any kind of embarrassment. When I fuck you, it’s us. No one else.”
“Keep that up, Lockhart, and I’m going to marry you.”
“Then we understand each other.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “What I understand is, you’re going to fuck me so hard that I’m going to want privacy so no one hears me or sees me.” I straightened my back against the wall. “Prove it.”
Within a second—and I had no idea how—my panties were ripped off, literally shredded from my body, and he held them in front of me.
“You’re really making this a habit,” I said.
He put the lace up to his mouth and swiped the fabric under his nose. “I can’t help myself. Your pussy smells so fucking good, I want it to stay with me. Forever.”
“Do you still have the other pair?”
He put them somewhere, probably his pocket, and his hand returned to my face, tilting it up to his. “What if I told you they were in my home office?”
“I would ask you if they were in a desk drawer.”
“And if they were?”
I smiled. “I’d wonder why they weren’t framed on top of your desk.”
“Is that where you want them?” He laughed. “So every time I sit there, I think about your cunt?”
“You should be thinking about it anyway. You shouldn’t need the reminder.”
He moaned, “ Mmm .” And then he said, “You’re not wrong. ”
My eyes closed as the tip of his dick teased my entrance, and I sighed, “You’re torturing me.”
“Consider it your punishment for leaving that morning.”
“Fair. But you’re still an asshole.”
He laughed, a sound that quickly turned to a grunt as he slid into me.
“ Ahhh ,” I exhaled. “You feel so good.”
The taunting was gone, and now the only thing between us was pleasure. With zero hesitation in the way he moved, the satisfaction was coming in fast.
He wanted me.
And it was beyond clear that he was tired of waiting to have me.
“Considering how many times I fucked you that night, you would think I’d already know how tight you are. But, goddamn it, it comes as a surprise every time I thrust into you. And”—he let out a loud moan—“not only are you tight, but you’re so wet too.”
I could feel it.
I’d been turned on since I’d found out the woman was his sister, and every bit of conversation that followed was just verbal foreplay. By the time he had walked me out of the ladies’ room, I had been soaked.
“It’s what you do to me,” I admitted.
He picked up speed, going faster and deeper with each stroke. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”
My nails went into his shoulders. Despite him wearing a button-down, I swore I pierced the material and went straight into his skin.
Especially as his power increased and he hissed, “Fuck yeah,” and that caused me to buck against him.
My body couldn’t fight what was happening. The tingles, the tightness, the wetness—I could sense it all. It was as though I hadn’t been touched in years. That was how strong this felt, and that was the intensity in which this moved through me. I was just so tuned into him, so overwhelmed by what he was bringing out in me.
He wasn’t just holding me against the wall, fucking me.
He was grinding his hips in a circle, hitting spots that I hadn’t even realized were sensitive, positioning me in a way where every time he dived forward, he hit my clit. And when he was all the way in, he twisted again, tapping my G-spot.
The combination was almost too much to bear.
“Oh!” I shouted. “Yes!”
I didn’t know if there were people walking by the entrance of the alley. I didn’t know if there were employees coming out the back of the restaurant to smoke who could hear us.
I didn’t care.
I was lost.
Inside him.
Within him.
And I didn’t want to be found.
“Harder.” My nails dug down even more. “Please.”
The bricks were stinging my shoulder blades as I scraped against them, the feeling like rug burn, even through the sweater. But I didn’t care. Everything felt incredible, even that.
“Are you sure you can handle it harder? I know that’s what you asked for, but I don’t want to break you.”
I panted, “Break me.”
He aligned our lips. “Don’t tease me, Sadie.”
“This isn’t a tease. This is me begging you. I need you, Lockhart?—”
The air left my lungs as he gave me exactly what I’d asked for.
But I didn’t need to breathe .
Because the tingling was building, and I was no longer in control.
Not of the sounds coming out of me.
Not of the air that was or wasn’t moving through me.
“You’re tightening.” He shot forward, giving me the deepest, fastest slam. “You’re going to come.”
I was, which was why I demanded, “Don’t stop,” and then I screamed, “Please, oh God, don’t stop!”
How did he know my body so well?
How could he make me feel this amazing after only sleeping together one other night?
Why did it feel like I’d been with this man my entire life?
“Come with me,” I pleaded. “Please, Lockhart, I need you to. I need to feel it.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, his lips silenced me from saying anything else. And once again, this kiss was different from the others.
It was hungrier.
Needier.
Far more demanding.
And it came with a promise.
Because within a few more dunks, he was giving me everything I’d asked for.
“Ah!” My scream lasted for several seconds as I neared the peak. “Oh my God, Lockhart, I’m there! I’m coming!”
“Fuck! You’re making me come too!”
We were shuddering together. Our shouts mingled, our moans intertwined, our movements matched as we rocked into each other.
When his orgasm formed, his pumps became sharper, his grunts deeper, and when he yelled, “Sadie,” I knew he was feeling what I was.
“Yes!” I gasped. “Lockhart! ”
I clung to his shoulders, and he gripped my hips, hurling into me, driving back, and sinking in. And as fast as we built, we slowed just as quick, until the stillness and quietness completely took over.
He kissed me, softly at first and then a little bit more passionately. “I’m going to make a deal with you.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll put you down, only under one condition.”
I tightened my grip around him. “I can’t wait to hear this.”
“You give me your number.”
I laughed. “And if I don’t?”
“You’ll be stuck out here with me, in this position, until I get you to change your mind.”
I nuzzled against his cheek, breathing him in. My eyes automatically closing as the biggest wave of contentment passed through me. “Sounds like you’re grounding me, Lockhart.”
“I’m not leaving it up to luck anymore. I think you like being bad.” He gnawed my lip. “And I think you want to be a bad girl again.”
As I rushed back to the table, taking a seat, there was concern etched across my sister’s face.
“Where have you been? Unless you’ve really been in the restroom for the last fifteen or so minutes?” she asked.
Bryn was gazing at me, too, assessing me, her eyes covering every inch, as though she could piece together where I’d been.
I wasn’t sure if my face was red, but it felt heated. I hadn’t gone to the restroom before coming here, so I had no idea how I looked. If my hair was a mess. If my makeup was smudged. If they could smell sex all over me .
“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” I lifted the refill one of them had ordered for me and downed the entire martini in one shot.
“You had sex with him, didn’t you?” Bryn smiled, waiting for me to confirm after I swallowed.
I stayed silent, although I couldn’t hide my smile.
“Oh my God, you did, you little minx.” She gently hit my arm and kept her fingers on me.
I set the glass down. “That’s his sister he’s with, not a date. I learned that when he followed me into the ladies’ room and locked the door.”
My sister’s eyes widened. “You did it in there ?”
“No.” I laughed as though this were something so normal for me when it was the complete opposite. “We did it outside. In the alley behind the restaurant.”
“Whatever he’s doing to you, I like it.” Bryn squeezed the spot she was holding. “I like it a lot , a lot.”
“Me too—and tell me you got his number this time?” Cat asked.
I pulled my hand back from the glass and wrapped my arm around my stomach. “I didn’t have my phone on me since I’d left my purse here on the chair. But he took mine.”
“You know this is the start of something huge, right?” Bryn’s smile was as big as I’d ever seen it. “Huge, as in a full-blown relationship by the end of your next date.”
The excitement was there. The emotion too. The tingles hadn’t even come close to dying down.
Even though I’d heard every word he said and those words hit my heart in the most powerful way, I also knew Lockhart didn’t date. He did one-night stands. And I worried that if the commitment bug bit him, he would have second thoughts and change his mind and bail.
So, I replied, “We’ll see … ”
“We’ll see what?” Cat countered. “Look at you. I’ve never seen you happier, which makes me the happiest.”
“That makes us the happiest,” Bryn added.
I smiled at my girls. “I don’t know … I do have a good feeling about things. It all feels a little”—I glanced over at the table where he was sitting, and as if he could sense my stare, he looked up and gave me the sexiest grin—“perfect.”