Chapter Eleven #2
I’ve lost count of drinks. But I know my eyes are fuzzy and my speech is slurred. The two guys who keep buying us drinks are charming, and Courtney has them wrapped around her finger as she shows them how she can tie a cherry stalk using just her tongue.
My phone buzzes, and I pull it out, peering closer at the screen. I have ten missed calls from Warren and a text. I open it up, my stomach tying itself in knots.
Warren: Where are you, Leoni? Call me back. NOW.
I frown. What is his problem?
I push up from my chair, and everyone turns to me. I give a smirk, waving my mobile in the air. “Just gotta make a call,” I explain, staggering to the door.
I’m almost at the exit when I’m lifted off my feet, taking me by surprise. A small scream slips out, but it’s not audible over the low beat of the music.
I’m slid down a hard body and placed back on my feet. “Well, well, if it isn’t the little dove?”
I spin to face Erik, gasping at his closeness as he backs me against the wall in a dark corner. “Hey,” I murmur, my eyes falling to his lips.
He smirks, like he knows the brief thought that just flicked through my mind, before I quashed it. Jesus, I must be drunk.
“You’re looking,” He pulls back slightly, his hand still resting above my head, as his eyes scan my body. “Hot.”
I swallow the ball of nerves in my throat. “I should…” I frown. What was I doing?
“Call my brother?” he asks. Why does his mouth feel closer?
I gasp as the feel of his fingers traces up my thigh.
My lip’s part, and his nose gently brushes my own before I realise he’s taken my phone from my hand.
The flashing screen breaks the spell as it rings out, and I blink, watching as he presses it to his ear.
“Found your dove,” is all he says before disconnecting.
WARREN
“Fuck,” I yell, slamming my hand against the dashboard. Anthony remains quiet as I try to call Leoni again. “Answer the phone,” I yell to no one in particular.
Anthony’s phone rings, and he puts it on a loudspeaker. “Yes?”
“Café Nine,” the voice on the other end says before disconnecting.
I sigh in relief as he turns the car around, ignoring the blaring horns when he cuts a few cars up. “We need to have someone on her,” he says carefully, his eyes flitting my way before going back to the road. “To prevent this from happening again.”
“I don’t trust anyone else, you know I don’t.”
“I can arrange someone,” he begins. “I have military friends that specialise in private protection.”
I sigh heavily. “I’ll think about it.”
“Have you sorted things with Nancy?”
I shake my head, the words clogging in my throat. “She knows my father has asked me to get closer to Leoni. She won’t blow it for me.”
“But if Leoni finds out about the engagement.”
“I know, Anthony,” I snap, rubbing my forehead. “I know.”
We stop outside the bar, and I get out before he can. And as I march inside, I see her, her cheeks pink, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes staring up into my brother’s.
Erik.
My fists ball in anger, and I shove through the glass doors, causing a few people to glance my way. But not her. She’s too entranced by him.
I place my hand on his shoulder, firm and crushing, as I force a tight smile. “Thanks brother, I’ll take it from here.”
And as I speak, it’s like air is breathed into her lungs. She gasps, her eyes finding mine. “Warren,” she whispers, her brows pinching together.
Erik smirks, stepping back. “Fly little dove, fly,” he mutters, pushing past me as he heads out.
“What are you doing here?” she asks.
“Dinner,” I say, my voice still tight as I grab her wrist and begin pulling her from the bar. “Remember?”
“I have to tell Court,” she mutters.
“I’ll have Anthony tell her.” Anthony is waiting by the car. He throws me the keys, nodding slightly as I march her to the passenger side and open the door. She stands there, staring at me with wide eyes. “Get in.”
She visibly swallows. “Isn’t Anthony driving?”
“Get in the car, Leoni,” I say firmly.
This time she does, and I slam the door way harder than necessary. “Find her friend. Tell her Leoni is safe.”
Anthony nods. “Of course. I’ll make my own way back.”
We shake hands. “And hire one of your military friends.”
I get in the car, keeping my eyes fixed ahead as I start the engine and pull my seatbelt on.
I grip the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white from the pressure.
The fact Erik found her before me, before my men, is unsettling.
It means he’s somehow keeping tabs on her.
And that means he knows she’s definitely staying with me.
I slam my hand against the wheel, and Leoni jumps in fright, her eyes burning into me as I weave in and out of traffic.
“Did something happen?” she asks, her voice tentative and wary.
I take a calming breath. “No. You just weren’t where I expected you to be.”
She takes a moment too long to answer, and it crawls under my skin. “I didn’t think it would be such a big deal, Warren. I met my friend for a drink.”
I side-eye her, jaw ticking. “A drink? One drink?” A low, humourless laugh leaves me. “Try ten. I can smell the alcohol from here.”
“Stop the car.”
“I can’t. It’s busy,” I mutter, tightening my grip on the wheel.
“Stop the damn car or I swear I’ll jump and roll.”
“Don’t be fucking rid—”
Her hand clamps around the door handle, eyes flashing a warning that sears straight through me.
“Fine.” I wrench the wheel and slam the car into a space so tight it’s a miracle we fit.
She’s out before the engine dies, slamming the door and storming off with long, furious strides.I groan, shoving my door open, to rush after her. I’ve never chased a woman down in my life. But she’s like a fucking addictive storm, and apparently, I’m the idiot who walks straight into hurricanes.
I catch up, falling into step beside her. “Leoni —”
“Fuck off,” she snaps, loud enough that people stop to stare.
“Let’s just get back in the car,” I grit out, lowering my voice. “You’re making a scene.”
“Stop following me!” she screams, spinning on me and shoving both fists into my chest. Hard.
My patience snaps. I grab her wrists firmly and drag her out of the street before she can draw more attention.
She fights me like I’m trying to murder her.
We hit the hotel doorway, and she screams again, dramatic and wild.
I slap a hand gently over her mouth and pin her to the wall of the reception, caging her body with mine.
My lips brush her ear as I hiss, “Unless you want me to fuck you right here, stop.” She goes still.
“I’m hanging on by a thread,” I murmur, my voice low and lethal.
“I’m jealous enough to wreck something. Seeing you two together, the way you were looking at him…
” My nose skims her cheek. “I need to do something with all that. So, I'm gonna take it out on your body.” Her breathing stutters, her eyes darkening so fast it punches heat straight to my cock. “Good,” I whisper, feeling the tremble run through her. “Now you’re going to walk to that desk like a good girl, and we’re getting a room.
” She doesn’t speak; she doesn’t need to.
I feel the answer in the way her thighs press together.
I release her mouth, and she stays quiet, chest heaving. I march to the reception desk, chuck my platinum card down hard enough that the receptionist jumps. “Room,” I bite out. “Now.”
The woman scrambles, tapping, clicking, flicking her gaze between my card and my face as recognition hits her. “Of course, Mr Baxter. Room 200.”
I snatch the key card, leaving the bank card there, and grab Leoni’s arm, possessively, dragging her toward the elevators.
The second the doors slide shut behind us, something in me snaps.
I spin her, pinning her to the wall, and my mouth crashes against hers.She melts instantly, arms looping around my neck as her body moulds to mine. A needy moan slips from her throat when she feels my erection grind against her hip.
The doors ping open, and I lift her, wrapping her legs around me and continuing to kiss along her neck and collarbone. I fumble with the key card, pressing it haphazardly against the reader until it flashes green.
I kick the door closed behind us, still keeping her in my arms as I push her against the cool wood. I pull back, our breaths coming fast and heavy as I take in the low cut of her dress. “Where did you get this?” I pant, cupping her breast roughly through the material.
Her head drops back slightly as I pinch her nipple. “Courtney,” she pants, grinding herself against me.
I tug the top of the dress down. “No bra?” I growl, dipping my head to take her pebbled bud in my mouth. She cries out, shuddering. Her fingers run through my hair, holding my mouth against her as she squirms with pleasure.
“No knickers either,” she breathes, her words hardly audible.
I growl, shoving the dress further up her thigh to check. “Do you know how insane that makes me?” I hiss, biting the flesh around her nipple gently. “You being that close to Erik, and half naked?”
She giggles, her hand reaching between us and swiping through her folds. She grins as she holds them up, her glistening juices coating them. “I’m single,” she whispers, her eyes dancing with mischief.
I take her fingers between my teeth, before sucking them into my mouth and humming my approval at her taste. “I’m about to take my jealousy out on you, and you’re gonna let me,” I warn.
She pulls me closer for a kiss, her tongue running over my lower lip. “Do your worst,” she whispers.
I lower her feet to the ground. “Naked,” I tell her, stepping back. “Keep the heels.”
I drop into the armchair and watch as she slowly lifts the dress over her head, dropping it to the floor.
Then she lowers to her knees, spreading her legs open and running her hand down her stomach until it settles expertly over her pussy.
Her fingers dip into her wetness, and she sighs in pleasure.
I loosen my belt, keeping my eyes between her legs as her fingers stroke back and forth. My cock springs free, the head glistening with evidence of my excitement. I rub my thumb over the tip, spreading my cum before gripping my length in my fist and pumping a few times.
Leoni shudders, her eyes half closed, and then she brings her fingers to her mouth, tasting herself. I groan. “Crawl to me, Little Dove,” I pant, moving my hand faster.
She smirks, falling forward onto her hands and crawling slowly, making sure to sway her backside with each movement.
She settles before me, running her hands over my knees and up my thighs.
I push my cock towards her, and she leans closer, her tongue darting out to lick the end.
I hiss, the contact sending sparks through me.
Her hands move to her breasts, cupping them and pinching her nipples as she runs her tongue along my length.
And then she opens wider, sucking me greedily.
I groan, my fingers running through her hair.
I grip it at the roots and push her further down my cock, until I feel resistance.
She gags, her eyes watering as I thrust up slightly. Fuck it feels good.
I gather her hair in my hand and gently tug her up my body. She follows my guidance without question, letting my cock fall from her lips before trailing kisses up my torso. She straddles me, and I pull her closer until her nipple is inches from my mouth again. “Fuck me,” I whisper.
She reaches between us, taking my erection and lining it with her entrance.
Her hands go back to my shoulders, and she lowers painfully slow, her pussy sucking me in.
I take her nipple into my mouth, and she jerks, a breathy moan slipping from her lips.
She rocks against me; her eyes fixed on me as I continue to tease her.
“You’re not single,” I murmur, my hands going to her hips, forcing her to move faster.
“Warren––” The words die on her lips as a shudder rips through her. I cup her breasts, my mouth moving between each one, teasing as she rides out her orgasm. “Shit––” she cries, squeezing her eyes closed and jerking.
She collapses against my chest, but I’m not finished with her yet. I keep her around me, connected as I lift her and stand. Her arms hang loosely around my neck, her head against my shoulder, and the occasional shudder still leaves her.
I lay her on the bed and lift her legs to her chest, keeping them between us as I withdraw from her wet pussy. “You’re not single,” I repeat, slamming into her hard.
She cries out, her eyes shooting open. “Jesus,” she pants.
“That’s not my name, Little Dove.” I smirk, my hand going to her throat. “Say it.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses.
I grin, my grip tightening. “Try again, Leoni.”
“We’re not even friends,” she cries.
“We’re not,” I confirm, the feeling building the faster I move. “We’re way past that.”
I keep my hand on her throat, and move the other between us, my fingers brushing her swollen clit.
“Because you’re jealous,” she pants, jerking at the contact.
“Damn right,” I hiss, slamming harder into her.
She screams, her body shuddering and her back arching from the bed as she comes apart for a second time. I growl, unable to hold back as the feeling rushes from my toes, through my body, and I come hard, filling her. Groaning with pleasure, I shudder until every last drop has left my body.
My movements slow, my body slick with sweat as I press my forehead to her chest. “Shit,” I whisper. “That was––”
She shoves me from her, and I drop onto my back beside her. She sits up. “The last time we fuck until we talk,” she snaps, getting up and heading for the bathroom.
I laugh, watching as she slams the door. “We just talked,” I tell her.
She rips the door open again, and I admire the way her chest is flushed, and her nipples are still erect. “You know what I mean.”
I lean up on my elbows. “I’m all ears.”
She huffs and slams the door a second time. I laugh harder and fall back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. If only I could tell her everything and make her understand why I need to keep her close.
When she returns, she grabs her dress from the floor and pulls it on. “You’re giving red flag,” she says firmly, looking me sternly in the eye.
“I am,” I say with a nod.
“That’s not a good thing,” she snaps, pushing her feet back into her heels.
Damn, those heels.