CHAPTER SIXTEEN #2
I raised my eyebrows. “Do you have a lot of lady friends over?”
He shook his head. “I told you; I’m not like that. I’ve never been the guy who could just fuck around and not care about the women I was with. It’s just not who I am.” He shrugged. Reynolds and Nico gave me crap about it for a while when we were teenagers, but now I think they respect me for it.”
“They should. It’s easy to live like Nico does and like Reynolds did before he settled down with Nadine. It’s much harder to show self-control like you have.”
“Well, I’m not right now,” he chuckled. He got a concerned look on his face. “We need to talk about a few things…”
“First let’s take care of you,” I said, arching my back and loving it when he swallowed hard.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He got on his knees in front of me while I laid back on the approximately one million pillows he had on his bed.
He got a large amount of lube on his hands, warmed it up with his body heat, and then rubbed it liberally all over the insides of my breasts and the valley between them.
He did it a couple of more times until he was sure it wouldn’t hurt me in any way.
His eyes were practically burning me with the lust in them, and his cock had somehow gotten even harder, thicker.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you in the godawful strip club,” he admitted, his voice raspy with need. “Of course, I felt bad for it then. But I don’t have to feel bad anymore.”
I pushed my tits up and together for him as he moved into position. He then started moving between them. He was slow at first, then picked up speed as he went along.
Fuck! Fuck,” he breathed out, his head thrown back as he continued moving his hips as I held my breasts for him.
He got faster, breathing harder, and I could tell he was getting close. He yelled as he came all over my chest and throat while he stroked himself a few more times before laying down beside me briefly.
“Stay right there,” he said, pulling my head around to kiss him deeply before breaking away and heading into the en suite.
I heard water running and before long he was back with a washcloth.
He stared at me there, covered in his cum, for a few beats.
Then he moved the warm washcloth over me, gently wiping me clean.
“That was unbelievable,” he said lying back amongst the pillows with his hands behind his head. He looked content, like life was good. I couldn’t help but smile, glad to have given him something he enjoyed so much.
“What did you want to talk about?” I asked.
I was nervous. I wondered if it was going to be bad.
I knew his parents were wealthy and upper class, like the Salazars.
I was a girl whose dad had at least two families, who worked the VIP room at a MC strip club to help take care of my agoraphobic mother.
I could not be what they were hoping for in a girlfriend for their son. Was that what he was going to bring up? Our differences?
He rolled over to look at me, propping his head on one hand. “It’s nothing bad; why do you look nervous?”
I turned red and looked down. “I’m not exactly what your parents would consider girlfriend material, I’m guessing.”
He frowned and lifted my chin until I looked in his eyes. “Why would you think that?”
I gave him a look. “Come on, Byron. You know why.”
He shook his head. “None of that stuff matters except that it shows you loved your mom so much you were willing to do just about anything to take care of her.”
I made a scoffing noise.
“I’m serious. You are so smart, with so many hopes and dreams for your future.
It would have been easy for you to just abandon your mom and head to West Bay for college.
You chose the hard route. No one should ever look down on you for that.
” He studied me, his brown eyes worried.
“But that’s not what I was going to talk about.
Come on, I’ll get breakfast going again, and this time I vow to get all the way through it before I attack you again. We can talk about it while we eat.”
I ducked my head and smiled at him, re-tying my robe and following him back out to the kitchen.
We talked and laughed while he finished the waffles. “These won’t be my best effort considering I stopped in the middle of things.”
“They will be the best waffles I’ve ever eaten.”
“How can you possibly know that?” he chuckled.
“Because the only waffles I’ve ever eaten have come out of a box from the freezer.”
He gasped in mock horror and put a hand on his chest. “I have to save you from such tragedy.”
“Let me set the table while you finish up. Just point me in the right direction…”
He helped me find the plates, silverware, and placemats.
Then I set about making the table nice for the two of us.
I sat us where we’d both have a nice view of the bay down below and put some fresh flowers in a vase.
They had been part of one of the gift sets Carmen had sent as part of her seemingly endless gift baskets of food and other goodies.
Soon, he brought a plate of steaming waffles to the table with a carafe of orange juice, a dainty china syrup server, a creamer for the whipped cream, and a bowl full of freshly cut strawberries.
“This looks wonderful! Do you eat like this often?”
He shook his head. “No, not really. It would seem weird for just me. If Reynolds and Nadine, Paolo and Jelly, or Nico are coming over, I’ll sometimes make them breakfast. It’s my specialty,” he admitted with a big smile. “I can cook other things, but I’m best at breakfast and grilling.”
“Well, I love it. This is a huge treat for me.”
“I do make killer seafood tacos, too,” he added. “I’ll have to make you some soon.”
“I love tacos,” I admitted. “I didn’t exactly get a lot of that at the MC. I learned to cook some there from one of the nicer guys’ old lady.”
“Old lady? Isn’t that what they call their wives?”
“Not the most flattering term.” I made a face. “Skeeter wanted to make me his old lady, and I was never sure if he meant an actual wedding service or just give me a cut—a leather vest—with his name on it.”
“You say he wanted to. Did you stop him from it?”
I nodded, finishing another bite of waffle. “I kept putting him off. I told him that I couldn’t go through a ceremony like that without my mom being there. So, I knew he had to either pay for her to get real help or wait forever.”
“Smart.”
“I did what I had to do to survive as best I could with as little commitment to him as possible.”
He reached out and stilled my hands. I hadn’t realized that I’d been twisting my napkin until it was falling apart.
“We shouldn’t be talking about this. It stresses you out.”
I didn’t deny it.
He waited until we were almost done eating before he leaned forward and said, “I wanted to talk to you about… what we’re doing.
” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked nervous.
“I, um, never thought I’d take part in the auction.
Reynolds described it to me, and I thought it sounded awful.
I had no interest in it, yet here we are.
” He gave a sheepish grin. “I just wanted you to know that I respect you, and I care for you. I would have done everything I could to talk you out of the auction if I’d been here. But, of course, I wasn’t.”
I wondered where he was going with this. It was making me nervous.
“Then Leo called, and I freaked out. I knew I had to get back there before anyone else won you. I tried to make it before the auction started, but, well, that didn’t happen.
” He shrugged. “I guess what I’m trying to say—not very well, I might add—is that I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything.
Yes, money changed hands between me and the Salazars.
That doesn’t mean you are required to sleep with me. Do you know that?”
He looked so worried, I smiled. I grabbed his hand. “I know that.”
He let out a breath of relief. “Good. I want so much more from you than an auction relationship. I want to date you. I want you to be my girlfriend. I’m kind of gone over you,” he admitted.
“I feel the same way.”
“Then we’re on the same page.”
I nodded.
Everything was working out. Now if they would just capture Skeeter, everything would really be looking up.