Chapter 14
Blayke
Itilted my head back beneath the hot spray, letting the hot water massage all the tension from my muscles.
It’d been a long day, and while I wanted to spend more time working on Noah’s nerves and watching her reactions to me—because fuck, they were beautiful—I was so damn tired.
And tomorrow was just going to be another long day, and to top it all off, I was going to be stuck in a fucking cage.
Goddamn Alejandro.
I slicked my hair back from my forehead and rolled my shoulders. My burner phone vibrated on the counter, and I groaned in annoyance, leaning out of the shower enough to flip it open and answer Johnston’s call.
“What?” I griped, stepping fully back into the shower. “Didn’t Geek fill you in already?”
“It’s your job to fill me in,” Johnston replied. “Yet I haven’t heard from you. You know what I’ve gotten from you, Blayke? Radio silence.”
“Because Geek filled you in,” I reiterated. “I just want to shower and crash in bed, Prez. Don’t know why you need a report from me, too.”
“Because you’re my fucking VP, and you’re in charge of this shit, Blayke. That is why I want to hear from you.”
The bathroom door opened, and Noah appeared, not a stitch of clothing on her body.
Johnston was saying something else, but I was no longer listening.
Not with the absolute perfection of a woman that was standing in front of me.
She was petite everywhere. Thin arms, slim legs.
She barely had a chest—A-cup at best. And her ass was tiny but still had a slight curve to it that came from manual labor instead of genetics.
“Fuck, mama,” I rasped.
“Did you just call me mama?” Johnston snapped.
I rolled my eyes and reached for my phone.
“No, mother fucker. Go away. I’ve got better company.
” I jabbed my finger on the end button, then snapped the phone shut and tossed it into the bathroom sink.
Then, I grabbed her wrist and tugged her into the shower with me, my lips curving when her tiny body pressed against mine.
“Hello, little mama,” I murmured, leaning down to take her lips in a soft, slow kiss.
She curved into me, her arms slipping around my back.
Her palms slid up to palm my shoulders, and her fingers curled over the muscle there, her nails digging in.
I groaned and deepened the kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth to taste her. Devour her.
“Hi,” she breathed when I finally allowed her to breathe. But I didn’t stop. I just moved across her jaw, nipping at her skin and licking up the water droplets that splattered across her neck and collarbone. She moaned, tilting her head back to grant me more access.
Fuck, I loved the way she tasted and the sweet little sounds she made.
They were so at odds with her crass mouth and the bullshit she spewed my way constantly.
I loved the shit she said to me when I was getting on her nerves, and I was a sucker for the way she belittled me, but these little noises?
The little moans and whimpers and sighs?
Christ, she was about to have me sinking to my knees so I could worship her.
“Blayke…” she sighed, her fingers sliding into my hair as I moved down her body, laving my tongue over one nipple before sucking it into my mouth.
Her moan was throaty and loud in the bathroom, bouncing off the tiled walls.
I slid my fingers down her waist so I could grip her hips, digging my fingertips into her soft flesh.
My dick was so fucking hard, it hurt. But I didn’t even care. She could leave me with blue balls tonight. So long as I got to have a taste of her, to see what she looked like when she was getting off, I didn’t care what or if she decided to return the favor.
“Hang on, mama,” I rumbled as I slowly sank to my knees. She sucked in a sharp breath when I pushed her against the wall, but then, her eyes went all heavy-lidded when I lifted her and draped her thighs over my shoulders. “I’ve got you.”
I buried my face between her thighs, and she whined, her hips bucking up. Unashamedly, she began to ride my face, her fingers tugging on my strands as she took whatever she wanted from me. And fuck, I was so desperate to worship her, to let her own me, that I let her control everything.
Her pussy drenched my face, and I couldn’t get enough of how delicious she was. The flavor of her burst on my tongue, making me drunk on her. I just held her hips, encouraging her on. Because while to the world I may be an alpha male, for her, I bowed down. She owned me.
“Blayke, I’m so close,” she whined, her hips moving faster.
“I’m—fuuuuck,” she moaned, her head falling back to thunk on the tiled wall.
I groaned, lapping up every sweet drop she was giving me.
Once her thighs were no longer trembling, I eased her down on my lap and buried my face in her neck, breathing just as hard as she was.
“I should have showered with you way before now,” she panted.
A husky laugh spilled past my lips. “You wanted to make me work for it.” I hadn’t been blind to her games. In fact, I’d enjoyed them.
She gripped my hair and tugged my head up so our eyes met. “And you worked so well for it, baby.”
I groaned and leaned in to kiss her. “Say it again,” I whispered against her lips.
“What—that you worked so well for it?” she teased, her blunt nails scraping along my scalp. Shivers raced down my spine. Fuck, that felt so good.
“No, the name,” I murmured before kissing her again. Kissing her was fucking addictive.
“Mmm… Baby,” she whispered before sliding her tongue over my lips and kissing me deeply. I moaned. “You like being my baby, Blayke?”
I slid my fingers between us, teasing over her clit. She moaned, her cheek pressing to mine, her warm breath fanning my ear. I groaned as I sank two fingers into her wet heat. “That answer enough for you, mama?” I growled.
“Mhm,” she hummed, already riding my fingers like the greedy woman she was. The greedy woman I fucking adored. “Show me what those fingers are capable of, baby.”
She sure as fuck did not have to tell me twice.