Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
River
Three days.
For three days she’s brought me lunch. I’m actually considering having her banned from the building.
I can’t deal with this anymore. I’m going to snap and I’m not sure what that will look like.
It could go either way; either I say something that even I will regret, or I kiss the fuck out of her.
I’m leaning towards the latter as I stare at her plump pink lips as she runs her tongue along them.
“That was delicious, definitely the best so far.”
I didn’t taste a damn thing of what I ate, she could have fed me horse shit and I wouldn’t have known.
“I’m out of the office the next two days, so whatever the fuck this is that you’re doing at the moment, will have to stop.” I wasn’t meant to be out, but I am now; I’ll work from home if I have to, anything but sit through another two lunches with her.
“Mmhmm,” she hums as she walks around my office again. She does it every time she finishes her food. Her eyes land on the portfolio I left on the shelf.
Shit.
She reaches for it and I’m up and out of my chair in seconds, crowding in behind her and closing my hand over hers on the folder.
“No,” I rasp as my body presses into the back of hers. My nose nestles into her hair and the smell of her surrounds me as I breathe her in; it’s a floral, dark, exotic scent — she’s damn intoxicating. She leans back into me and turns her head so our noses touch.
“What’s in this one that I can’t see? You’ve not had an issue before.” Her breath skates over my lips and I nearly fall to my knees. It would be so easy to kiss her right now.
“It’s private,” I whisper. Her eyes travel down my body.
“Well, maybe one day I’ll get to see it.” Her eyes are fixed on my crotch as the words leave her mouth and my hard cock leaks in anticipation.
Fuck me.
I step back from her before I make a major mistake.
“You need to go.”
She blinks up at me, her pupils dilated.
Damn it, baby, don’t do this to me.
“I’ll see you soon, River.” Her words are a promise as she walks out of my office, but to me they’re a damn threat.
***
The music pulses around me, loud and heavy to match the dark sultry vibes of the club.
I hadn’t planned on coming out tonight but when my friend Chris called me to ask if I wanted to join him, I found myself saying yes.
I’ve been cooped up in my apartment for the past two days working.
I’ve been too scared to leave it in case a certain stepsister decides to spring another unexpected visit on me.
Maybe getting laid will help with this pressure that’s been building in me since Ava smiled at me at the damn restaurant nearly two weeks ago. The pretty blonde currently sitting in my lap certainly seems keen.
“Fuck me. I don’t think there’s one of them I’d kick out of my bed,” Chris mutters off to my left as his gaze focuses on the bar.
I turn to see who he’s talking about and the pressure that was building damn near explodes within me as my eyes land on a familiar leggy redhead.
What the fuck is she wearing?
She’s leaning against the bar, her red hair falling down her back in luscious curls, and her already tall, willowy figure heightened by the five-inch strappy heels her feet are encased in.
But it’s her body that has me salivating, a body I — and every man in this club — can see far too much of in the outfit she’s chosen.
It’s a shimmery silver number, that makes her hair stand out.
It’s short on the leg and low in the front, giving a glimpse of the cleavage I’ve been looking at far too much this week.
As if she can feel my stare, she turns and her eyes connect with mine, they narrow when she sees the girl planted on my lap. She’s been whispering in my ear the last few minutes but, I couldn’t tell you a thing she’s said. She’s becoming less and less appealing as the seconds tick by.
My little pipsqueak gives me a once over before turning back to her friends. I feel like I’ve been dismissed.
Fuck that.
I’ve watched them turn away countless admirers over the past couple of hours, content in each others’ company, laughing and dancing the night away.
It’s the only thing that’s kept me firmly planted in my seat, the blonde from earlier long gone.
Chris, on the other hand, is definitely getting laid tonight, but then his attention has actually been on the girls showing him interest. I’ve not taken my eyes off a certain redhead.
A redhead who is currently standing at the bar, a redhead who is talking to some absolute dickhead. A dickhead she’s not turned away. Yet.
Come on, pipsqueak, send him packing like the others.
I only see it because I’m staring at them, but the minute her attention is turned to the bartender as she pays, he slips something into her drink. He’s quick, good, clearly this isn’t the first time he’s done it.
I’m up and out of my seat in seconds and making my way to her, but I’m not quick enough; I don’t get to her in time to stop her taking a large gulp of her drink, her spiked drink. I grab it out of her hand and throw the remaining liquid in his face, before my fist finishes him off.
“What the fuck?” he splutters as blood pours from his nose.
I hope I broke it.
“You’re lucky that’s all I did, you piece of shit.”
“River, what the fuck?” I ignore her for now as security decide to finally do their jobs.
“Get him the fuck out of here.” I gesture to the asshole in front of me. “He’s spiking drinks.” He’s lifted under his armpits and hauled out of the club.
“He spiked my drink?” I spin to face her.
“Yeah, baby, he did, and unfortunately you’ve had some of it.
” I nod my head towards the table where her friends are sitting, completely unaware of the commotion taking place the other side of the club to them as their friend buys the next round of drinks.
“Go say goodnight to your friends, we need to get you out of here.”
***
An aphrodisiac.
He gave her a fucking aphrodisiac drug. As if her outfit wasn’t torture enough, now I’ve got to watch her writhe and moan as the drug takes effect, as it turns her on, reducing her to a needy, hot mess.
“River,” she moans in a drug slurred voice from her place on the couch.
I took her straight back to hers after the club and stayed with her. I wasn’t sure what sort of drug she consumed and the reaction she would have from it, but I never in a million years expected this. I’m pressed up against a cabinet in the kitchen, as far away from her as I can get.
“I need it off,” she gasps reaching for her dress, and I squeeze my eyes shut as she pulls it over her head. “Oh God, River, it hurts,” she moans again and my eyes snap open.
“Baby, I can’t do anything. I can’t help you with this.”
“Please, River, touch me.” She reaches back and pulls off her bra.
Christ.
I grab a throw blanket off the back of a chair on my way to her and cover her back up.
“Noo,” she groans as soon as the material touches her skin. “It hurts, River. Please, do something.”
She reaches for my hand and pulls me down beside her, hooking her leg over my thigh as she rubs her hot cunt against my pant leg. I grit my teeth against the devasting pleasure of having her slick heat pressed against me. She’s so damn hot I can feel her through the material of my pants.
“Fuck, baby, not like this. The first time I touch you won’t be when a drug is running through you, you’ll remember every moment of what I do to you.”
“Please,” she whimpers against me.
“Do you have a toy?” I can’t believe I’m doing this.
“What?” she gasps.
“A toy. Do you have a toy? What do you use when you’re on your own?”
“In my bedside drawer.”
I scoop her into my arms and rise from the couch with her. Stepping into her bedroom I lay her down on the bed and reach into her bedside table. My hand connects with silicone, and I pull out a very average sized dildo.
Oh, pipsqueak, you can do better than that.
“Let me get you some water,” I say as I pass her the toy. My cell pings in my pocket as I leave her room.
Unknown number: She okay?
I frown down at the message from a number I don’t recognize.
Unknown number: It’s Reed
Ah, this is Bella’s fiancé, she must have told him what happened.
River: She will be. I’m staying with her
Reed: Thank you. Bella’s been worried. All the girls have. So have I
River: Nothing will ever happen to her with me
Reed: I know
Does he know how I feel? He can’t, no one does.
River: I’ll get her cell and let the girls know
Reed: Welcome to the group
Excuse me now?
River: The fuck is that supposed to mean?
Reed: You’ll see
Cryptic fucker.
I freeze in the doorway on my return, she’s stripped off her panties and is spread out naked on her bed, the dildo plunging in and out of her cunt.
The glass of water nearly slips out of my hand, and my cock presses against the zipper of my pants, desperate to replace the small piece of silicone she’s currently using.
“Yes, River,” she moans as an orgasm pulses through her, her skin flushes and her gasps of pleasure turn me inside out. She doesn’t stop thrusting as one orgasm rolls into another.
Fuck it.
I storm into her bathroom, my fly already undone, my cock in my hand.
Every squeeze of my fist, every thrust of my hips matches the moans coming from her, and I know I won’t last long.
This is the closest I’ve been to what I’ve imagined for years and my cock is ready to explode.
It’s wrong, it’s so fucking wrong. If I turned my head I’d see her — that glorious body, that slick cunt ready for the taking, ready to be filled with my cum.
Fuck!
My orgasm crashes through me and I spill into my own hand, wishing with every fibre of my being that I was spilling inside of her.