Chapter 21 #3
At that, she rounded on me, her brow slanted in a fierce frown. I’d take her anger any day over this frigid silence. “And what would you have said to her if I hadn’t swooped in and said I was your fucking butler?”
F-bombs. She’s really pissed. But even though I had no right to be mad, my misplaced anger and frustration at the situation came out in my tone. “I would have told her the truth. I’d have said you’re my friend, Val.”
“Women like Erica know exactly what being a ‘friend’ to men like you means.”
“What are you saying?” I asked, my tone growing darker by the second.
“She took one look at us and decided we’re fucking. Couldn’t you see it all over her face? Looked like the cat that ate a whole box of canaries.”
“I wasn’t aware they came in boxes,” I quipped.
“Don’t be cute with me, Nolan,” she snapped, turning in her seat to fully face me. “Bet you’ve had a lot of ‘friends’ like me and her, haven’t you?”
I smashed my molars together, clenching my hands into fists. “You’re making a lot of assumptions.”
“But I’m not wrong, am I?”
When she crossed her arms under her tits, I could see her nipples straining against the material of her thin sweater.
No bra? At the sassy sparkle in her eyes, I knew she’d dressed this way on purpose.
To drive me wild. She was pissed, but she was also very, very turned on.
I could work with that. My girl wanted to stake her claim, and I had every intention of letting her.
In one swift move, I tagged her around the waist and pulled her into my lap until she was straddling me. As her weight settled on me, my cock swelled against my pants.
“Does this feel like I just want to be friends, Val?” I asked, thrusting up into her. Her hands fell to the lapels of my suit jacket as she rocked her hips against me.
“But Stan…” she said, shooting a glance toward the partition.
“Stan won’t say anything. I paid him extra today.” I fastened a hand around the back of her neck, gripping tightly. “Answer me.”
On a breathy exhale, she said, “It feels…god, it feels amazing.”
She has no idea. But she will. I slid my hands under her sweater, seeking out her silky skin as she continued grinding on me.
It felt so fucking good to finally get my hands on her.
At the small noise that escaped her, I let my hands wander higher until I was cupping those perfect, perky tits.
When she let out a gasp, I captured it with my lips, swallowing her moans.
It had been far too long since I’d last had my mouth on her.
I thought she’d pull away, but her tongue reached out for mine, her teeth finding my lower lip and tugging me closer.
“Nolan, we shouldn’t,” she said after a moment, but those sexy hips of hers started circling in a hypnotizing motion, and I was powerless against it.
“I can’t have you thinking you’re my friend, Val. Because the things I want to do to you? God, I hope you don’t do them with your friends.”
“What do you want to do to me?”
Instead of answering, I unbuttoned her jeans and slid my fingers into the waistband of her panties, snapping it against her skin. “Thong?”
“Maybe,” she said, smiling against my mouth as she raised up on her knees to give me better access.
Tucking both hands inside her tight jeans—which was no easy feat—I grabbed her bare ass cheeks and hauled her closer, trailing hot kisses down her throat.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to rip these pants off and see her bare before me again.
When I rubbed a hand across the swatch of lace covering her pussy, she shuddered, the heat of her blazing against my fingertips.
I wanted to sink my cock inside her, feel her clench and moan around me as I claimed her.
But my first time with Val would not be in the back seat of an Escalade when we were rushed for time.
I could still play with her, though.
Teasing a finger across her waistband, I looked up at her, the hunger in her eyes matching mine. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers now.”
“I wish you would.”
“Bossy,” I said, fucking loving this demanding side of her.
As I traced the seam of her thong, she wiggled her hips against me.
Impatient. I wanted to tell her to wait, but our little bubble of paradise would soon burst when we pulled up to the resort in a few minutes.
Couldn’t pretend that the thought of sneaking around and getting caught didn’t add a little edge of sexiness to the encounter, but it didn’t take much for me to get hard for Val these days.
When I finally dipped a finger into her wet, slick heat, teasing, testing, she tried to grind down on me, but I held her up with a hand on her hip. “Be a good slut and let me fuck you how I want.”
At my words, Val’s eyes flashed, and when I ran my finger back and forth across her most sensitive parts, she let out a little mewl. As her breathing became more ragged, her hips more insistent, I gave in and plunged a finger fully inside her, and she let out a hiss.
“Fuck, baby,” I said, the slick sounds of her messy pussy filling the back seat as I pumped my finger in and out. “You’re so fucking wet for me already.”
“You’re good at touching me,” she said, her hands finding my hair and twisting the strands to the point of pain. Shit. The feeling of her nails scraping over my scalp had my cock growing hard as steel.
As I curled my finger against her walls, she pitched forward with a low moan.
I couldn’t get enough of her—her skin, her body, her satisfying little sounds as I added another finger and pumped faster.
Through with teasing her, I gave her what she craved and circled my thumb around her clit.
A soft cry escaped her, and I covered her mouth with a hand.
“Shh. Wouldn’t want Stan to hear what we’re doing, would we? ”
She shook her head, but her tongue darted out to lick my palm, and when she took one of my fingers in her mouth and sucked hard, I almost blew my load right there. My Valeria put up a good front, but I was learning she was anything but innocent.
At the sultry twinkle in her eye, maybe she was learning that too.
When she wrapped her tongue around my finger, I felt it straight in my cock, reminding me how badly I wanted to fuck her mouth. But no time for that today. “Fuck yourself on my hand,” I ordered. “I want this pretty pussy coming all over my fingers.”
In seconds, she obeyed, riding my hand, desperate for friction as I teased her clit. I wanted to tear off her clothes and have those tits bouncing in my face, but I could hear the crunch of gravel that signaled we were on the resort’s main road. Running out of time.
“Harder, Valeria. Like you fucking want it.”
Fixing me with a feisty look of determination, she gripped the seat on either side of my head as she took her due, grinding faster as I worked her, her gasping breaths and obscene sounds of my fingers in her pussy filling the small space.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed her to come now.
Curling my fingers deep inside her, I pressed down on her clit at the same time, and she shattered. I clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries as she came apart in my hands, her pussy fluttering around me, milking my fingers.
“Jesus,” she said, chest heaving as she came down from her high.
Bringing my messy fingers to my mouth, my cock stirred at the heady scent of her. I sucked them clean of her tangy flavor with a satisfied sound, and her pupils blew wide at the sight. “Gonna need to taste that pussy soon, babe.”
But it was like my words pulled her out of whatever mental place she’d been, because she sat back, saying, “Nolan, I…”
I frowned at her uncertain tone. “Why’s it feel like you’re about to run away from me?”
Averting her eyes, she zipped up her jeans and crawled from my lap, and I felt the loss like a knife to the chest. With me is where she belonged.
Before I could protest, the car stopped and the engine cut off. I pressed the intercom button and said, “Give us another minute, Stan, and we’ll be out.”
“Very well, sir,” came his voice through the speaker.
Her teeth worried at her lower lip. “What are we doing? This is so risky.”
I wanted to run my tongue across that lip and feel her moan into my mouth again, but her words flung me back into reality. “Ever the realist, aren’t you?”
She shrugged, deliberately trying to look unaffected, saying, “It’s the anxiety. Can’t help it. I’m always thinking about the worst-case scenario so I can come up with seventeen different contingency plans.”
I huffed a laugh, buying time while I thought about how to answer.
Selfishly, I wanted to stay in the car and stretch this moment to infinity.
Once we stepped outside, it would be back to our regularly scheduled programming as if something integral, something vital hadn’t been clicking into place between us the past month.
Finally, I said, “This whole fucking situation isn’t fair to any of us, but goddamn it, Val. Staying away from you will really test a man’s resolve.” I ground my teeth together, forcing myself to say the next part. “But if this is too much for you, we can stop.”
When her plush lips parted in surprise, it took all my willpower to keep my ass firmly planted on my seat and not surge across the small distance to claim her mouth.
Finally, she spoke, and I hung on every word.
“I…I need to take things slow, Nolan. This—all of this—is new for me. I’m way out of my depth here, but I want to get to know you.
” Her teeth found her lip again and I caught it with my thumb, brushing over it in a gentle stroke. “I really don’t want to stop.”
“Jesus, woman,” I said, dropping my head back against the seat. “You can’t say things like that and expect me to carry on having a serious conversation.”
She rewarded me with a laugh, then got back to business, ever the practical one.
Before I’d met her, I would have said I was the practical one, but this woman was proving me wrong in so many ways already.
“If you’re trying to preserve your engagement to Cressida,” she said, “then telling women like Erica that you have female friends you spend alone time with is a guaranteed way to see your relationship torn apart in the tabloids. If we’re going to keep exploring whatever this is, we need to have our shit on lockdown in public. ”
At her assessment, I lifted an eyebrow.
With a frustrated huff, she said, “I recognized Erica from the cover of The Daily Gab on the rack at the convenience store yesterday. She’d given them an exclusive interview about DJ Marko’s secret island birthday party.
If she caught a whiff of anything slightly resembling a scoop here, she’d blab to them in an instant, whether it was true or not. ”
As I sat back in my seat, my earlier distress over Erica’s ambush returned.
My thoughts had gone to protecting Val, but her instinct had been to protect me and even Cressida.
At that realization, something hollow twisted in my gut.
I didn’t deserve even an ounce of her loyalty, but I’d do everything in my power to make sure whatever happened between us, it remained firmly behind closed doors.
Preserving Val’s public reputation was my responsibility.
“I’m sorry you had to lie. But thank you for doing it.
” She tried to brush off my thanks, but I wouldn’t allow it.
“I mean it, Val. People will take any chance to throw me to the wolves. Erica is a prime example. When I kissed you in my office, you could have sold your story and made a pretty penny. But you didn’t.
” I traced a thumb across her cheek and her eyes snapped to mine. Fuck, a man could drown in those eyes.
“I would never do that.” I didn’t need to see the fierce notch in her brow to know she meant it.
“I know. But you’re right. No more fraternizing in public.”
“You’re the one always undressing me with your eyes,” she teased.
“Only because I haven’t had the chance to do it myself yet. Today was just a taste.”
With a laugh, she said, “Let’s go. Stan is waiting.” But at the heat and promise in her eyes, I knew I’d be getting my hands on her again soon.
Very soon.