Chapter 51
FIFTY-ONE
Aspen
“You ready to head home?” I ask when we hug Grant and Levi goodbye.
It’s been a marathon evening, and I’m ready to be alone with Bishop again.
Ethan, already in the city for business, came down from Denver to pick up Fallon for their trip.
He suggested it would be nice if we could all have dinner together before they drove back to their airport hotel.
Bishop agreed, wanting to get this first meeting between them out of the way, and I was eager to do the same.
Bishop had been on his best behavior, and for the most part, Ethan was too.
For Fallon’s sake above all, I imagine. But Ethan definitely got a few subtle digs in, whether intended or not, mentioning holidays with the three of us when Fallon was little and bringing up the birthday we spent alone on the Amalfi Coast while Fallon stayed with her grandparents.
Once they hit the road to Denver, I was desperate to get Bishop back home, but on the way out of the Avarice’s restaurant, we ran into Grant and Levi, who insisted on having a birthday drink with us.
One that had Bishop descending further and further into quiet reflection as Grant and Levi recalled stories from the past, unknowingly stumbling onto a sore spot that’s already been worn thin tonight.
But Bishop smiled and laughed like nothing was wrong, and even now, he seems more serene than I would have predicted.
“Nah. I think I want to stay a little longer,” he answers, downing the last of his whiskey before his eyes meet mine.
“Are you sure? I mean, I can drive if you want another. But we do have some good whiskey at home,” I offer.
“I’m sure.” He pulls a key card from his pocket and holds it up for me to see.
“When did you get that?” I ask.
“When I excused myself at dinner.” He grins at the surprised look on my face.
“You don’t want to just go home?”
“No.” He leans over, pressing his lips to my ear as his hand slips under my skirt.
His fingers brush over my skin on the inside of my knee, climbing north slowly and deliberately.
My heart is beating loudly in my ears with just how much this small gesture in such a public place has me turned on.
“I want you to take this and go upstairs to the room. Reapply your lipstick. Put some lotion on. Have a glass of whiskey. Get nice and relaxed.”
“What are you doing while I do that?”
“Having another whiskey.”
“And then?” I ask even though I can guess at what comes next.
“Then you strip down naked. I don’t want to see a scrap of fabric on you when I walk in.
I want you spread on that bed, getting yourself worked up with that little travel-size toy you keep in your purse since we went up to that club you like so much.
” His tone is low and firm, sending chills down my spine until the desire for him pools low.
“In fact, give me the remote now. When I get there, it’s mine to use how I want. Understood?”
“Understood.”
“That’s my girl.” He kisses the side of my throat, just under my earlobe. “I can’t wait to see how good you’re gonna be for me tonight.”
By the time I get up upstairs, I’m already wet and counting down the minutes until he’s in the room with me. But I follow through with his instructions. Freshening up in the bathroom and swiping fresh lipstick on in his favorite color, letting the anticipation for him build.
Then I strip down, tossing my clothes over the hook in the bathroom and neatly folding my bra and panties on the counter.
I take my time putting on lotion before I pull the toy out of its case, along with the little bottle of lube that I stashed with it.
I slick the tip up before I ease it in slowly, blowing out a soft breath as it settles into place.
The sense of fullness brings a measure of calm.
I turn, glancing over my shoulder in the mirror to see the little jewel on the flared base reflect in the light.
I make my way to the bedroom, stripping the comforter and lying down against the pillows. A nervous anticipation swirls through me, setting my skin alight as I glance at the clock and slip my fingers between my thighs. I close my eyes to concentrate on the feeling.
I can only imagine how worked up he’s going to be.
How much he’s going to want to prove a point tonight after seeing Ethan for the first time in so many years.
As excited as I am for him, I’m also hoping he knows that he’s the only one I ever think of anymore.
Seeing the two of them together in the same room like that only underscored everything I already knew to be true.
I’m lost in the fantasy of Bishop when he arrives.
I feel him before I see him. The flick of low vibration from the toy makes my hips roll upward of their own accord.
A soft gasp erupts on my lips, and my fingers dance over my clit as I hear the key card release the latch on the door.
He walks in a moment later, leaning against the wall to take in the sight.
He flicks the vibrations up a notch, eliciting a moan from me that has him smirking.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I answer, another murmured curse falling from my lips as I circle my clit tighter with the next pass.
“Stop,” he demands, and I still.
I bite my lower lip to keep the complaint a silent one.
He only takes control as long as I’m agreeable to it.
That’s the bargain we have. He crosses the room to inspect the mess he’s already made of me in anticipation.
“Fuck. Look how wet you are already. That sweet little cunt of mine is desperate to be fucked, isn’t it? ”
“Yes.” My fingers fist in the sheets as I resist the urge to touch myself again.
“You like it like this, don’t you? When you’ve got yourself all ready for me and then I sneak in and take what’s mine.” He pulls his cowboy hat off and tosses it onto the desk, unbuckling his belt and pulling it free with one quick snap of his wrist before it lands with a thud next to his hat.
“I love it.”
He kicks his boots off as he works the button and zipper on his jeans, stripping out of them and then his shirt one-handed.
I’m married to the sexiest man on earth. I’m quite literally the luckiest woman alive, and I could honestly scream right now with how happy it makes me. But the stormy look on his face distracts me as he closes the distance between us.
“If anything he said tonight upset you—” I start.
“What would upset me?”
“All that talk about the past,” I tentatively say, hoping I’m not ruining the mood by bringing it up but wanting him to know how little any of it matters to me now. “About Italy and all of that. If you got the key during dinner, then…”
He smirks.
“It didn’t upset me. It just reminded me, is all.”
“Of what?”
“He could fly you all over the world. Take you to all those high-class, luxury destinations using all the money in that fancy fucking bank account, but there are some places only I can take you. Places only the two of us have ever been.” He reaches back to grab the remote off the desk, flicking the vibration up another half a notch. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I agree easily. This man owns me—body and soul—in a way no one else ever has.
“Fuck, do I love the way you say yes when you’re like this. So eager to please me so I’ll give you what you want.” He palms himself through the fabric before he pulls his cock free and strokes. “Come take a taste.”
I move to stand, but he stops me in my tracks.
“On your hands and knees on the bed. Crawl to me,” he demands, and I follow the order until my fingers curl around the edge of the mattress. “Eyes on me.” I lift my lashes, and when our gazes meet, he grins. “Like this right here. You’d never do this for him in a million years, would you?”
“No.”
“No,” he echoes. “You wouldn’t. I’m the only one you’ve ever trusted enough to give you all the things you want. So no, honey, I’m not upset. I’m proud as hell. Of you. Of me. Of the two of us.”
My heart flutters in my chest, hitting a new cadence, one full of the same anticipation and desire but overwrought with the love I feel for him.
“Come get your taste,” he beckons.
He presses his cock to my lips, and I open for him, letting him slide across my tongue. His fingers slip through my hair, cupping the crown of my head as he rocks his hips forward, fucking my mouth to a steady rhythm we set together.
The feel of him has my clit pulsing with desperation, and I suck on him to try to slake some measure of the need.
“Oh fuck. You’re gonna be like that tonight then? You want me filling every little bit of you?”
I moan over his dick in response, and the sensation has his grip on my hair tightening. He curses and pulls his cock free, the wet sound it makes echoing in the room.
“I need you,” I plead, and his eyes soften with the request.
“All right, honey.” He caves easily. “It’s your birthday. So you get what you want when you want it.”
He strips out of the last of his clothes and climbs onto the bed, resting against the pillows and then patting his thigh to summon me. “Bring that sweet little ass over here and ride me.”
I climb into his lap, straddling him before I slide his cock inside me slowly, letting my body adjust to being so full, between him and the toy he has control of.
He feels it now, too, groaning loudly from the way it teases his cock through me.
He grabs the remote again, clicking it down a notch as he lets me adjust.
“The toy getting you warmed up for me? Because after I give your pretty little cunt what she wants, I want to take you there tonight. I want to have you dripping from both before I’m finished with you.”
“Yes, it feels good.” I can barely think straight to speak as I roll my hips to take him deeper, but he’ll make me stop if I don’t answer. We’ve been working our way back up to this moment, and I suppose there isn’t going to be a better night than this. “I want it tonight.”