Episode 26
Episode 26
Pure Chaos
NAOMI
We held hands as we left the ballroom where I’d signed away three years of my life and ten million dollars. I couldn’t help the silly ass grin on my face.
Memphis lifted our hands and kissed the back of mine, his warm brown gaze on me. “I feel like I’m walking on air.”
“Oh?”
He grinned and nibbled on my pinky finger, his top lip teasing against the ring he’d presented me. It was an emerald cut, two carat diamond with almost no inclusions, maybe a VVS1 on the clarity scale. The color wasn’t anywhere near as flawless as I’d demand for my elite clientele, but there was something unbelievably charming about the slight yellow hint in the natural stone. It was attractive and rather dazzling against my skin. I wouldn’t have ever pictured myself with such a dainty engagement ring that couldn’t have cost more than ten thousand retail. Being in the precious gems business, bigger and meticulous quality was always better, but there was something extraordinary about seeing this ring on my finger that made my heart beat faster and a shiver run down my spine.
Had he been thinking about me when he purchased it?
“I’d fallen on some hard times recently, but finally, today, all of that changed. For me and my family.” He smiled gently.
My eyebrows rose as I processed his declaration and remembered that he had a big family. Five sisters, if memory served. “Is that why you entered into the auction? For your family?”
He nodded as we moved toward the elevator to make our way down. Neither of us were staying in this casino hotel like the other candidates or bidders. Even with the excitement and arousal flowing through my veins, the time it took to get back to The Alexandra where we were both staying, would allow us to cool off a bit. Gather a little perspective on what we had just entered into.
Me, I’d thrown out the rule book. He’d had time to make this life-altering decision. And technically, I could have been anyone. Ultimately, it wasn’t me that he chose, regardless of our connection before the auction occurred.
My heart squeezed as I thought about another woman winning this man as her husband. I gritted my teeth.
Not a chance.
Once I’d seen him strut across that stage, it was as if God Himself had shown the light down over him as a beacon, calling me to answer. But hot damn, the adrenaline and sheer joy that Memphis was all mine had me wanting nothing more than to jump straight into bed with him. From his beautiful eyes to his mouthwatering footballer’s physique, and up to those lips I wanted all over me, the man was lethal to my libido. Still, I was no hussy, even though I’d acted rather uninhibited thus far.
“My sisters need schooling. More than that, every last one of ’em deserves to have the best chance at a great life. An intelligent woman like yourself probably knows a thing or two about dreaming big.”
“I sure do.” I swung our arms, thinking back to my college years.
They were fun as hell, but also filled with hard work. And I didn’t have to worry about where tuition came from. My educational path had been laid out for me by my parents before I even turned a year old. By three, I was already in the most prestigious preschool in the nation. I took that life path all the way through undergrad, then got my master’s in business at the Ivy League school my father demanded I attend. Once I’d completed my schooling on my family’s terms, I broke Daddy’s heart. Instead of going to work for him within his empire, I changed my destiny and signed up and completed a yearlong gemology program. Using the trust they’d provided me, I went into business for myself. Now I’m the best at what I do, in spite of my father’s plans for me.
Once we were in the elevator, Memphis pressed up against the back wall, his hands around my waist, head dipping to my neck where he placed a sweet kiss. “We have two choices: We can take this back to our hotel and hit your room or mine,” he breathed hotly against my ear, then trailed his lips and teeth along my jaw.
My lady bits throbbed, and I was loath to deny them or me. Fuck it all to hell. Tonight, I’d be a proud flag waving member of the hussy fan club.
“Mine, please,” I murmured.
He kissed me breathless, and we didn’t stop until we heard the elevator ding and a man clearing his throat.
“Getting off?” an older male voice stated from somewhere beyond the lust haze Memphis had me in.
Memphis shifted just his head. “Not yet.” I gasped in delighted horror at the innuendo as he winked at whomever was behind us. He turned and nestled me up against his strong body. “Sorry, newly engaged.” He grinned.
The older man was all teeth as he held up two glasses of champagne. “I remember those days. Got my beautiful wife of thirty years waiting a few floors up for her bubbly as we speak. Have fun you two!” He smiled as Memphis led me out of the elevator and onto the casino lobby level.
“Thirty years,” I said in awe. “Can you imagine?”
Memphis looked at me in such a way that I thought I could see his very heart shining through his eyes.
“To a woman like you? Abso-fucking-lutely.”
I nudged his shoulder with my own. “Sweet talker.”
He chuckled. “Nope. Just a man who knows what he’s got when he has it staring him straight in the face. My momma didn’t raise no fool.”
I rolled my eyes. “You barely know me.”
He stopped in the middle of the casino floor before we reached the exit. The lights blinked all around us, alarms blared, and people celebrated with endless hoots and hollers. It was chaos.
Everything that had happened so far. Everything that was sure to come. All of it, pure chaos.
“I know what I feel when I look at you. I know what I feel when I’m pressed up against you. I know what I feel when you let down that cool exterior and show me the heat underneath.” He cupped my cheek, and I let out a weighted sigh. “Naomi, I think I already know you better than most people. And baby, I don’t get bored or tired of things that feel good. Three years or thirty, neither will be near enough time with you.”
I swallowed down the fear that suddenly encroached, making my throat as dry as the Sahara. I hadn’t exactly had the best track record with men. Especially the alpha types that I tended to be drawn toward like a moth to a flame. And I wasn’t fooled by this man either. He was as alpha as they came. Old fashioned. Direct. A footballer. You didn’t attempt to go pro in that field if you weren’t dedicated, fearless, and exceptionally hard-headed. He may have swagger and romantic tendencies but that didn’t mean he’d roll over and become what I needed in a partner. And my needs ran hot or cold, depending on what I was working on or what mountain I was set to climb careerwise. That was the appeal of the auction in the first place. A man I could mold and shape into what I wanted. Someone who could fit smoothly into the neat little place I left open for a man.
Memphis didn’t seem like the type that would fit into anything. Definitely not the tiny space I’d left available. No, he was a storm. Wild, untamed, an act of God. An entity that would smoothly appear, kiss a woman with soft whispering rain, then wreak havoc in the most earth-shattering ways.
He was going to change everything.
For the first time, I was willing to take a chance on something wild. Embrace the experience with my eyes wide open, my hands above my head, and the roller coaster of life speeding to a destination unknown.
Today, standing before this man, I felt more alive, cherished, and desired than I ever had before.
Nothing was going to prevent me from walking straight into the eye of the storm and learning exactly what awaited me there.
“Come on, let’s get this party started back at our hotel.” His gaze heated, desire oozing around us like a wind tunnel.
I smiled wide, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him, hard and fast. Then I turned around and slid my hand down the length of his arm until he gripped my fingers. I glanced at him over my shoulder coyly, my lips pressed in a sultry pout.
“Come on, future husband. It’s time to feast…and then maybe we’ll eat.” I winked saucily.
He closed his eyes, face turned to the ceiling, when he grinned and said, “Good Lord, what on Earth did I do to deserve such a blessing?”
* * * *
Memphis had me up against the entry wall, hands on my ass, mouth to mine the second the door clicked shut in my hotel room.
His mouth slid down my neck. “Woman, you are going to be the death of me.”
I moaned as he pressed closer, his big body plastered to mine like a warm blanket on a freezing cold day. “You die on me before giving up the goods and there will be hell to pay.” I clung harder to the muscles of his back.
His hands scaled along the skintight fabric of my dress. When he got to the hem, he curled his fingers and yanked it up past my hips, over my ribs until I got with the program and held my arms aloft. “That’s not how you remove it—zipper.”
“Fuck unzipping. This is faster.” He lifted the dress over my head, taking my long curls with it. I burst out laughing when he cupped both mounds and pressed them together, and with his tongue flat, licked between them, leaving me to untangle my hair from the damn dress before tossing it to the ground.
“God damn you smell good. What is that scent?”
“Baby, I’m not wearing perfume.”
He groaned so deep in his chest, I felt the rumble between my thighs.
His fingers shoved down my strapless bra until it was hanging around my waist. “Fuck me, Nay…I’ve never seen prettier titties. Jesus!” He grunted as he sucked my nipple into the fiery heat of his mouth. I arched with the pleasure, panting like I’d run a marathon. My hands shook as I held his head to my chest, feeding him more of me.
He sucked and swirled that magnificent tongue, and finished with small biting nips against the now tender, erect tip. “Next,” he hummed, switching to my other breast.
My legs trembled, my knees weakening. “I’m going to slide down this wall if you don’t find a bed soon.”
He released my breast with a plop, then shook his head, went back and sucked it again for another couple seconds as if he couldn’t bear to stop even to take a breather.
Before I knew it, I was down on the floor, his big body over mine. “Better?”
“Fuck yessssss!” I kissed him, our tongues tangling magically. He tasted like my peach lip gloss along with a subtle hint of salt and spice. I shoved off his suitcoat, discarding the item. My fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. I got one undone before he straightened up.
He was breathing just fine, an athlete in his prime, ready to take down his opponent in a battle to the goal, while I was a panting, blubbering mess of exposed nerves and needy moans.
He undid his shirt smoothly, and tossed it aside, putting his massive, sculpted chest on full display. The man wasn’t just fine from top to toe, his body was living, breathing art.
I watched with anticipation as he undid his belt, unzipped his fly and shoved his pants off until he was clad only in his boxer briefs.
“Naomi…” He fisted and unfisted his hands. He seemed desperate to stay in control of himself, possibly even moments away from snapping. “If you want to slow down, let me make love to you good and proper in a bed now’s your chance to make that known. Because, woman, the second I get my mouth between those thighs, all bets are off.”
I ran my hands over my breasts, tweaking my nipples as I went, curving my body towards him. His nostrils flared, and he inhaled sharply as he flicked his tongue out to lick his bottom lip.
“I want you to fuck me now. Make love to me later.”
“Thank Christ!” And then his mouth was on me. Right over the simple satin thong I wore. His tongue teased over the damp fabric as he maneuvered his shoulders between my thighs, spreading me so wide my hips smarted, but I didn’t care. The pleasure was worth the ache.
He snapped the itty-bitty line of fabric on each side of my hips as if it was as easy as ripping a tissue. Then his mouth was there . His tongue went straight for the promised land, driving as deep as he could go. So much that his teeth grated along my clit, and I saw stars. He placed both hands close to my sex and held me open as he devoured me whole.
I was so strung up, the foreplay having lasted the past hour, I came instantly, my body quaking like a six-point-four earthquake, destroying me further with every second he drew it out. The orgasm spiked, soared, and ravaged the heart of me.
Once I came down from my high, he reached for his pants, pulled out his wallet, and fingered a condom. His hands trembled as he ripped the foil, shoved his briefs down, and presented me with one monster-sized cock.
“Have mercy,” I gasped as he slid the rubber over that behemoth.
“Don’t worry, it will fit. You were made for me.” He groaned as he ran his large hand up and down his dick, working his length, hissing with pleasure.
“There’s those pretty words again. Now give me the goods,” I snapped, losing my ever-loving mind.
“Mmm…” He grunted as he notched the wide head to my slippery slit. He thrust straight in.
My entire body bowed as I held back a scream by covering my mouth with my forearm and biting down on the fleshy muscle.
“Fucking hell, you’re tight. Damn.” He slid out and glided back in. “Come on, baby, open wider. Take all of me,” he cooed.
“All of you?” I croaked and glanced down, realizing that there was another couple inches between us. “Oh hell, no,” I wrapped my legs around his body, took a deep breath and used my core muscles to take him to the hilt.
“Perfect damn woman,” he fell on top of me, gripped my ass, tilted my hips to the most beautiful angle and pounded me straight into the floor.
“Yessssss!” I cried and hung on for dear life.
He went to town on me, fucking me hard and deep. I gave back as good as I got, spearing myself on that titan between his thighs until he swirled those hips, prodding that secret space inside, and I lost it.
I was pretty sure I screamed like a fucking hyena as his mouth covered mine, stealing the sound straight from the source.
He owned me so completely, I didn’t know which way was up or down, whether I was alive or dead. All I knew was a woman would walk to the ends of the earth and back for an experience like this.
Memphis ripped his mouth away, and pressed his face to my neck as I held on. “I’m gonna blow, baby.”
“Give it to me,” I begged and tightened my internal muscles until I had a chokehold on his cock.
“ Naomi .” He sped up, plowing me so good the edges of my vision blurred as another orgasm rocketed through me. “Fucking beautiful, Naomi.” he murmured, his hips working overtime. Then his entire body locked into place, his fingers dug into my ass so firmly I knew I’d have ten grape-sized fingerprints on my booty when this was all said and done.
Every muscle I caressed on him was flexed, veins popping, and the surface of his skin misted with sweet smelling sweat as he convulsed, moaning into my neck. “ Naomi , my fiancée,” he murmured with such pride and relief, I actually teared up.
My emotions were at a twenty out of ten. I was worked over, wrung out, and sated beyond compare.
For a full five minutes, we stayed there locked together, our sweat drying in the cool air of the room, while our bodies calmed.
I ran my fingers up and down his wide back, tracing patterns, becoming intimately familiar with this part of him. He eventually eased into a one-armed pushup then grinned like the Cheshire Cat that had just lapped up all the cream.
I smiled back, feeling a bit shy, lying with his dick sliding out of me, my bra still hung up around my waist, and both of us naked on the entryway floor.
“How you doin’, gorgeous?”
I reached up and put both of my hands to his shoulders. “Um, good. Cold. A little emotional. Happy. And ready to eat my weight in steak and french fries.”
“Bed, blanket, food, and cuddle time. Coming right up.” He grinned.
“Then round two?” I ran my finger down his sumptuous neck teasingly.
“Then round two.”