Chapter 21
Ikiss her with a desperate longing. I won’t stay away from her a second longer. No one has to know, this can be our little secret.
She pulls away from me, trying to get distance. “Brody, we shouldn’t,” she warns, and I see the worry all over her pretty features. And I’m right there with her. I stand to lose a lot if anyone finds out, but I wont let that happen. We can be careful.
“I’m not putting my life on hold because of my father anymore. This is happening, Gisele. I’ll work out the rest,” I growl out, hearing the desperation in my voice. Taking her face in my hands, I kiss her again, showing her how serious I am about us. Because this is happening. Once I make my mind up about something, there is no going back.
She places a hand on my chest, clutching my shirt, scrambling for distance. “But Emerson and the hotel,” she whispers, panicked, her eyes searching mine for answers I can’t give her. I know how risky this is. What I could be giving up. But I don’t give a flying fuck about anything but her right now. She could have ended up in another man’s arms last night because of me pushing her away. I won’t fucking let that happen. Not when she was made for me.
“Not for you to worry about.” I pull her closer, and she softens her hands, running them into my hair. She’s right here with me. Not wasting another second, I claim her mouth the way I have wanted to for weeks, holding her close enough I can feel her heart going crazy in her chest. It mirrors my own. With every stroke of my tongue, she melts into me further. And before long, we’re mauling each other. Lips, tongues, teeth clash as we make up for lost time.
“Brody, this is crazy,” she pants, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes are dark with desire. “I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks. I want you so badly.”
I pull her sideways across my lap, and she rocks over my cock as her lips meet back with mine. The heat coming off her pussy is insane and only makes me want her more. I slip my hand between her legs, needing to feel her. She spreads them wider for me, just enough that I have access to her pussy. Her panties are already soaking wet for me. I make quick work of removing her panties down her legs, lifting them over the boots on her feet, then I shove them in my pocket.
She bites into her bottom lip. “I’m going to need them back.” She chuckles lightheartedly.
My lips turn up at the sides. “They’re all mine now, sweetheart. I need access to your pretty little pussy.”
I notice the blush that flushes her cheeks, but there is no need to be bashful with me. I slide my hand back up her legs, disappearing under her skirt and pushing a finger inside her warm pussy. I’m so desperate to touch her. To stretch her out just for me, to own her and have her claim me right back. I knew it was wrong when I crossed a line at the fall fair and started something I wasn’t going to be able to stop. I thought if I kept my hands to myself, I could still have a little fun at a safe distance. But fuck, I need to touch her. I have been craving this all week. Her tight pussy clenches around my finger, and I feel my cock grow impossibly hard in my pants.
She moans into my mouth, like she was just as desperate for me to finger her. I slide it in and out, stretching her. She’s so tight, and I want her panting, dripping wet, ready to take me. I add a second, finding her clit and spreading her juices over it.
“Yes,” she moans as I play with the swollen nub at the same time as I’m finger fucking her. Her hips move into my hand, trying to get more friction. She’s close already, I can feel it, her swollen pussy clenching around my fingers. I slip my fingers from her and pop them in my mouth and suck. She watches me with hooded eyes filled with dark hungry desire.
“You taste just as good as I remember.” I grin, licking them clean.
She lets out a whimper.
“I have thought of nothing but your sweet pussy since I was last able to taste you.”
“God, your dirty mouth turns me on.” She works open the button on my jeans, her hand sliding into my pants, she grabs my cock, wrapping her delicate hand around it. “I need you inside me. I can’t wait a second longer,” she begs.
I smirk at her desperation. I feel the same, but I want to savor this moment. Make her earn it. A little payback for torturing me. As she strokes me, I shove her skirt up over her ass so she’s exposed. I kiss her neck just below her ear. “Spread your legs wider, sweet pea,” I coax her.
“I want you now,” she pleads, her voice a breathy whisper.
“You’re not ready for me.” I tap the inside of her legs. “Wider,” I growl into her neck before nipping her skin with my teeth.
She groans and does as she’s told like a good girl, spreading herself open for me. My fingers dust over her sensitive clit, toying with her. Her breathing’s ragged, so needy, so perfect like this. I push two fingers inside her again, curling them as I finger fuck her, stretching her. Working her into a frenzy then backing off when I know she’s getting close. She’s dripping wet, and I know this is sweet torture for her.
Her hand grips me tighter as she palms my cock, stroking me. “Brody,” she calls my name as a plea to let her tip over the edge.
“Soon, sweet pea. Think of this as punishment for tormenting me last night. Making me crazy jealous with another man.”
Her eyes meet mine with a look of determination. “That’s cruel. You wouldn’t punish me for that.”
I shrug. She would deserve it.
Her face grows serious. “Not now. I need you now,” she cries.
“So greedy, aren’t you. But I don’t have protection out here. And honestly, I enjoy watching you squirm.”
“I don’t care. We don’t need it. I’m on the pill.” Her eyes beg me to give in to her.
I still for a second. Is she serious or just in a lust-induced haze and not thinking straight? I know I’m clean. She’s the only girl I’ve slept with in so long. “Are you sure?” I ask more seriously.
“I don’t want anything between us, please, Brody. I need this.” She moves off my lap, throwing a leg over each side of me, her soaking-wet pussy sliding up and down my rock-hard shaft.
A shudder runs over my body. I can’t wait much longer myself. I stare at her, making sure her eyes meet mine. “If you’re sure.”
She nods.
“I’ve punished you enough. But you don’t cum until I tell you to. Understand?”
She nods again. “Yes, anything, just fuck me.”
I reposition myself so she can slide down onto me. We both let out a breathy moan as she does. She’s tight and wet and feels unbelievably hot, her pussy squeezing around me like a vice. She rocks back and forth over me. “Go slow,” I warn her, taking her waist in my hands so I can control the pace. As she slows, I slide my hands down to her ass, pulling her onto me in slow deep thrusts. Her soft cries and pants of yes and more fill the quiet morning air. I take her lips with mine, kissing her as she rides me, our bodies moving together as one. “Play with your clit.”
I let her take over, sliding a hand to her sensitive nub, rubbing her finger back and forth. “You’re going to cum all over my cock for me, aren’t you, Giselle.”
“Yes, Brody.”
“Now, show me how badly you needed me.” I apply a little more pressure, and it tips her over the edge. Her tight pussy clamps around me as she rides the wave of her orgasm. She calls my name, and it’s the most perfect thing I have heard from her lips. A call that tells me I’m hers and she is mine. I grip her ass again and don’t stop moving until I’m whispering her name as I find my own release.
She clings to me, kissing me slower this time. We stay like this for a while, neither of us wanting to move. I can feel her erratic heartbeat, and something about having our chests so close that I can feel her as she takes each breath makes what we just did feel even more intimate. I’m fucking obsessed with this girl.
After a while she reluctantly stands, fixing up her skirt, and I do up my pants then scoop her up and carry her back inside with me. She’s sleepy and adorable. I drop my mouth to her ear. “I’m not done with you yet, sweet pea,” I tell her as I take her to bed.
Hours pass with us tangling up the sheets, and we lie in bed till the sun goes down in the sky and I know I’m going to have to let her go home. Today was unexpected but better than I could have imagined. She’s a goddess, and I worshiped her in every way imaginable.
Her phone buzzes again on the side table. She’s been hitting silence for the last half-hour every time it’s rung. I glance over to see who it is this time and Paisley’s name lights up the screen. “She’s not going to give up,” I tell her, passing her the phone.
She sends her friend off a quick text. “It’s probably time I go home.” She sighs reluctantly then wraps her arms around my bare chest, holding me close.
I smell her hair, kissing her forehead. “You could stay here another night,” I suggest, surprising myself at how clingy I sound, but I have waited weeks to have her here with me. I’m reluctant to let her go so easily now that she is finally in my bed.
She pulls back from me and throws me a sassy look of disapproval. “And turn up to work in your T-shirt tomorrow? Somehow, I think it won’t go down well. Besides, Paisley is frantic to know I’m okay. I think she feels bad about last night.”
“She should,” I grumble, still not happy with Paisley for putting her in such a dangerous situation.
She sits up in bed, tucking her knees up to her chest, the sheet wrapped around her. Her eyes search mine. “Are you going to fire me?” She winces.
I raise a brow in question, wondering why she’s worried about losing her job. “Why do you ask?”
She motions to the messy sheets as if the reason is obvious.
I sigh, knowing I need to deal with the reality of this situation now. All day I’ve put it to the back burner, but what we did is risky, and I need a solution so I can keep her and the business. “It would make all this a lot easier if you weren’t working at The Alexander, but you’re incredible at your job, and I’m pretty sure Emerson would kill me if I even considered it. So, I’m going to have to come up with another solution.”
“We sneak around until you do?” She bites her lip, and I can see she’s worried about what this all means.
“We see each other but be very careful about where. If you’re up for it. But just so you know, this means no other fucker is getting his hands on you,” I add, a little madder than I intend to be. But I’m not over last night, and if Mason the fucker even tries to call her, I want to know about it.
A sassy smile plays on her lips as she considers me. She sits up, dressing into her discarded clothes while I watch her. “You’re laying a claim on me because youre jealous.”
I take her hand, staring right into her eyes. She’s so beautiful. “Insanely. I’m serious, Gisele. Tell Paisley to back off with setting you up. You’re mine now.”
She places a kiss to my lips. “What are you saying, you want to start something with me? This wasn’t just a quick fuck?”
I sit up and find my discarded shirt and jeans. “I’m saying I can’t stay away from you. And if there is a workaround here, I’ll find it. But for now, we need to keep whatever this is on the down low. Don’t tell the girls. Paisley’s a gossip, and I can’t afford for Victor or Lana to find out.”
“I know she is.” She tilts her head. “Okay. But I get to see you again, like this?” She smiles in question.
I pull her on top of me. “If that’s what you want.”
“I don’t like keeping secrets, but I understand the importance of this one. I don’t want you or Emerson to miss out on whats yours because of me. So, for now, we make this work. And you don’t have to worry about Mason, I was never interested in him. You’re the only one I want.”
She kisses me, and I know I am. Now I just need to work out how to save the hotel and keep her as well.