Page 31 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1
Take it slow. Don’t freak her out. Let her come to you.
No. You’ve waited long enough. Take her. She’syours. Mark her so every other man knows who she belongs to.
I shake my head as I pace, trying to use up the adrenaline speeding through my veins, making my cock ashard as a rock. My body shakes with the need for release. The car journey has rubbed my already frayed nerves raw. I close my eyes, remembering how she snuggled into me so trustingly, her womanly scent and warm curves melting into me.
I kick off my shoes, strip out of my clothes, and head for the bathroom. Standing in front of the vanity mirror, I take my rigid cock in hand, angling the mirror down so I can watch as I work it up and down my shaft. I imagine Lily on her knees before me, pleasuring herself as she takes me in her mouth.
It only takes seconds before I climax. My cum shoots from me in thick ropes into the basin while I grunt Lily’s name…
A few hours later, I’m knocking on Lily’s door. I wait impatiently for a few seconds before knocking again.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” Lily calls from inside before the door opens.
Her sweater is gone, replaced by a short-sleeved silky blouse that clings to her ripe tits. She smiles at me, her hazel eyes alight with life, and the rest of the world fades away. Right then, I vow there’snothing I won’t do to see that smile every day for the rest of my life.
“You ready?” I ask, my voice harsher than I intended as my cock springs to life again. Swear to God, it’s hard enough to drill for oil despite jacking off in the bathroom a few hours ago. I turn away before she sees and head down the hallway.
“Hold your horses, grumpy pants!” she calls after me.
I hear the door closing and her footsteps rushing to catch up. I come to an abrupt halt, and she barrels into me. Her palms flatten against my chest as I reach out instinctively to steady her. I suck in a breath at the heat of her touch, even through a layer of fabric.
“Not grumpy. Frustrated,” I correct her, smoothing my hands up and down the soft skin of her arms. “Once this thing with Cooper is done, I’m taking you to my bed, Angel.”
“’ Kay,” she whispers, her hazel eyes soft on my face. “Are you going to kiss me now?”
I grit my teeth. “Not unless you want our first time together to be up against the wall behind you because the next time I kiss you, you’re going to besplayed out on those silk sheets,” I growl, pointing toward my room.
She trembles against me, but I force myself to take a step back. I lace her fingers with mine and tug her toward the elevator that will take us to our meeting with Miller Cooper.
Chapter Eight
Lily
“Remember what we agreed. Let Miller do all the talking. If he set this meeting up in some fucked up attempt to mess with your head, it won’t take long for him to show his true motives. Narcissistic assholes like him can’t help themselves,” Callum says as we sit at the table in the meeting room.
The Brunel Suite is a small but elegantly furnished room. Low-level units run the length of the wall, with coffee, tea, and bottled water placed at one end. We’ve prepared for this meeting as if it’s the real deal, and Callum has set up the laptop, linking it to the projector on the wall.
“Okay. And you won’t leave me alone with him, right?”
“Never. I’ll be here the whole time, Angel,” he promises, his silver eyes intent on mine.
I thought I’d be more nervous, but Callum’s calming presence and reassuring words have taken most of the fear out of this situation. His faith and trust in me are humbling, as is the desire I see in his eyes every time he looks at me.
And as of ten minutes ago, after his words outside his room, I’m done fighting it. I want him for however long he’ll have me. I almost don’t care about Miller Cooper anymore. He’s become irrelevant. I want this meeting to be done so Callum can make good on his promise to spread me out on his bed—hopefully naked—and kiss me senseless.
“I’ll quickly run and use the bathroom,” I say, the coffee I drank in my room earlier playing havoc with my bladder.
“I’ll come with you,” Callum says, starting to rise from his chair.
Part of me loves that he’s so protective, but I place a hand on his arm to stall him. “I’m a big girl. I can pee on my own.”
He nods abruptly, obviously not happy about letting me out of his sight for any longer than the two minutes it will take me to empty my bladder.
I hurry from the room, looking for a sign for the nearest bathroom. I spy one at the far end of the corridor and hurry toward it.
Once I’ve taken care of business, I wash my hands in the sink, run the cold tap, and splash water on my flushed face. I pause to look at my reflection in the mirror, noting my bright eyes and pink cheeks.
I’m standing in a hotel bathroom, my stomach performing loops and my heart beating me to death – not because of the impending meeting with Miller Cooper, but because I’m in love with Callum.
