Chapter Seventeen
Kylo
That was wrong.
On every fucking level, it was unforgivable.
Especially knowing where I was going to be taking her after her bucket list day was over. Knowing that she would never have done that with me if she had all the information she was about to.
But she’d been there, been sweet, been receptive. And once we touched, yeah, there was no going back.
I didn’t regret it because I didn’t want it.
Fuck, did I want it.
I wanted more, in fact.
But she was going to feel so fucking betrayed. Rightfully so.
“You okay?” Rue asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch in one of the hotel robes and, I hated myself for noticing, nothing else.
She had a fry lifted to her lips, the tip dotted with barbecue sauce, which she claimed was the superior fry condiment.
We’d torn through the food we’d ordered, both ravenous from earlier activities.
We’d ordered the burger and fries, the lasagna, and the steak with mashed potatoes… and split everything. Though she’d take eighty percent of the fries. She needed it more than I did.
There’d been a stark difference between seeing her in a bathing suit this time and last time. In such a small window of time, she’d clearly dropped several pounds, making her ribs jut out more than before.
It didn’t take a genius to know that was because her mental health had taken a nosedive, making her too queasy to eat properly.
You wouldn’t know that looking at her now, though. Not only was she shoveling the food in, but her shoulders were relaxed; that haunted look was no longer in her eyes; her smile was back.
She’d always been gorgeous, but it was even more noticeable right then, with her hair air-drying, her face a little sun-kissed, and a bit of barbecue sauce gleaming at the corner of her lips that I wanted to lean forward and kiss away.
I forced myself to stay in my seat on the other couch, though, not wanting to make shit any worse.
Her tongue flicked out to lick it away, making my cock twitch at the memory of that tongue circling around my head after she’d fucking crawled to me.
I couldn’t have known how hot that would be until I was witnessing it.
“Yeah,” I said, clearing my throat. “Why?”
“You looked a little sad,” she admitted. “Which should be impossible when Dr. Frank N. Furter is on the TV,” she said, waving toward the television with her fry. On the screen, The Time Warp was playing over the end credits.
“I’m still confused by this movie.”
“What’s confusing?”
“So, he’s an alien, doctor, cross-dresser, bisexual, murdering cannibal?”
“I mean, you missed out the whole stitching-a-guy-together-to-become-his-plaything part, but yes.”
“And you want to see this… live?” I asked, not entirely sure how such a thing would be possible.
“It’s not like a play,” she explained. “There are real actors who do audience participation while the movie plays. Which is a complete nightmare but I figure if I sit far enough back, I can avoid being chosen.”
I’d tried to find a local Rocky Horror Picture Show live performance but hadn’t had much luck, so I had to settle for renting the movie.
She’d been just as thrilled, honestly. So it was a win. Even if I couldn’t sing along with her. I did let her teach me how to do The Time Warp, though. But I’d die before I let my club brothers know that little tidbit.
“So you’re really into live performances.”
“I haven’t been to as many as I want to. I mean, it’s not like we’re close to Broadway all the way down here. But it’s definitely on my list. I’d love to go up to New York for like a week and see all the shows I’ve been meaning to.”
“That sounds like a great idea.”
“But that was in no way me saying it is okay for you to set up something like that,” she said, giving me a look she probably hoped would be stern, but it just came off as cute as fuck instead.
“Why not?” I asked, knowing full well that in a matter of a few hours she would want nothing to do with me ever again.
“Because this probably already cost an absolute fortune.”
“Nah. Teddy is a generous guy.” I mean, I’d paid for the food, spa treatments, and tips, but the room itself was free of charge, since no one had it booked anyway.
“He sounds it. I have to get his address from you or something, so I can thank him for the room. And the use of his house, boat, parasailing equipment, and personal driver.”
“I can give you that,” I said, though I was pretty sure Teddy was still planning to reach out about plants personally in the near future.
“Good. Now. Where’s my cheesecake?” she asked, making a laugh escape me.
“You still have room?” I asked, looking around at our empty plates.
“For cheesecake? Always.”
“Then you will have cheesecake,” I said, gathering the plates, putting them back on the tray, leaving that in the elevator before sending it down, then calling in the order.
When I came back, though, Rue grabbed my wrist before I could sit down on the other couch.
I knew I needed to pull away, to put some space between us, to give her less to regret later.
But when she pulled, I was fucking helpless but to drop down next to her.
And when she mustered her confidence to move to straddle me, her soft lips landing on mine, there was no way to stop myself from wrapping my arms around her, from deepening the kiss, from getting as lost in the moment as she was.
I’d go to hell for it, but I reached to remove her sash, then pressed the robe open until it fell down around her, leaving her breathtakingly naked again.
A growling sound escaped me that had her pupils blowing wide and her hips doing a little involuntary wiggle against my steadily stiffening cock.
She reached down between us, impatiently yanking the towel out of the way so she could rock her bare, wet pussy against me without the barrier.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my forehead pressing to her shoulder.
“Please,” she begged softly, her fingers in my hair as she rocked against me.
I couldn’t say no when she asked so nicely.
Or, at least, that was what I was telling myself as I reached toward the coffee table for my wallet, finding the condom inside, then sliding it on.
Her brows furrowed as I reached to push her off my lap, though.
“Just turning you,” I assured her, pulling her back to straddle me, but with her back to my chest. “Now ride me,” I demanded.
On a little mewling sound, she reached down for my cock, guided it, then shifted until she slid down on it.
“Fuck,” I groaned as her tight pussy closed around me, pulling me in deep.
“Oh,” Rue cried, the new position engaging her G-spot.
I pressed a kiss to her neck as my hand slid between her thighs to work her clit as she started to move, finding the pace she liked, then doubling down on it as her moans filled the room, as her thighs shook, as her pussy got tighter and tighter as she got closer and closer.
The orgasm ripped through her, catching her off guard, making her let out a choked gasp as she spasmed around my cock over and over.
I wasn’t done with her, though.
If this was going to be the last time, I was going to make the most of it.
I shifted up, moving her onto all fours, her hands on the arm of the couch, moved behind her, then slammed deep inside her again.
She let out a ragged moan that it wasn’t too hard, that she liked it when I was on the brink of losing control with her.
I gathered her hair, twisting it around my fist, then grabbed her hip, using it to slam her back into me as I thrust forward. Not that she needed me to do it, she was rocking back into every thrust, her moans filling the suite, her breathing getting fast and ragged.
I nearly came with her as she cried out and sagged forward, making my hand pull her hair harder as she tightened around me over and over.
But I wasn’t done.
Not yet.
I slid out, turning her, and pressing her flat against the cushions before coming over her.
My lips were on hers then, soft, deep.
Her body was lax beneath me, but her lips responded, kissing me back until my mouth felt like it was tingling.
Her hands drifted up and down my back and her hips started to do soft little rocks against me.
I lifted up, watching her face as I gently pressed back inside.
My breath shook out of my chest as a soft sigh escaped her while I slowly stretched her to the base.
Her arms and legs wrapped me up then, and I leaned down, taking her lips again.
No amount of her moaning, of her writhing and soft pleading, would make me go faster.
I wanted to make this last.
I wanted, in some silent way, to show her that this meant something to me.
So all I could give her was slow, sweet, intense, meaningful. And that’s what I did.
But even a slow pace drove her to that edge. And before long, she was crashing over, her cries muffled against my lips.
I buried deep, coming with her.
Afterward, I couldn’t seem to make myself move away. At least not until my arms ached from trying to hold up some of my weight, and Rue’s little aftershocks had settled, and our breathing and heartbeats had slowed.
I pressed one last kiss to her lips before moving away.
I grabbed my towel and then made my way right into the main bathroom.
I shut the door, locked it, cleaned up, then finally looked up at myself in the mirror.
I saw it there.
The conflicted feelings rushing through my head, heart, blood.
The pleasure mixed with dread, with regret, with, yes, fear.
I never should have put my hands on her.
It would have been hard enough without that connection.
But now? Now that I knew exactly what I was losing, what we both would be losing?
Fuck.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to get through this night.
The cowardly part of me wanted to drop her off at the club and let Huck handle the ugly shit. But I knew I couldn’t do that. She deserved the truth from me. And I deserved whatever reaction she would have to it all.
I wrapped the towel around myself and made my way back out to find she’d already pulled the new cart out of the elevator.
On it were two plates of three different cheesecake slices on each and a carafe of coffee with all the fixings.
“I thought we were just getting vanilla cheesecake,” she said, cheeks still flushed from the sex, her smile warm enough to melt the iceberg of dread in my heart.
“I figured we had to try all of them,” I said, looking down at the vanilla bean, chocolate swirl, and cherry.
I wasn’t hungry.
And I honestly didn’t taste anything as I forced myself to eat along with her.
But her pleasure was enough to have my lips curving up.
“Okay, I think Teddy is right. I mean, the cherry should be my favorite. It’s a classic. It’s what I would always go for. But the vanilla just has a little extra something.”
“And the chocolate?”
“Is what I would reach for on a bad day for sure, but the vanilla is where it’s at. I’m only mad that I now know this exists, but it’s likely out of my price range. And definitely out of convenience range.”
She sat back with her coffee, her hand casually resting on her stomach.
“This was maybe the best day of my life,” she told me, shooting me such a sweet look that my chest ached.
It would have been the best of mine too.
If I didn’t know what was coming next.
I was too much of a coward to give her any kind of warning, though. Not as we cleaned up, got dressed, and headed back downstairs to wait for the valet to bring the SUV around.
It wasn’t until I missed the turn for my house (and where her car was parked) that she turned to me, brows furrowed, but a soft smile still toying with her lips.
“I think you missed your turn,” she said.
“Actually, I want to bring you to the club for a bit.”
“Oh,” she said, brows furrowed.
I could tell by the way she relaxed back into the seat, a smile toying with her lips, though, that she thought what I had in store for her was simply another item on her bucket list.
And not completely blowing her world up.
But I pulled into the lot.
I saw Huck open the front door.
There was no going back.