Page 5 of Rushing Her: Seattle, Westerners
Shit.Glancing around, I try to avoid the man who consumes all the air in the room. The man who knows I want him as much as I do.
Chapter 3
Alexandra
Nursing my glass of wine, I reflect on the dinner. Brayden was asked to speak at the podium about his time with Coach Winters, and I couldn’t hear another nice word about that man. Hating Bray would be so much easier, but I don’t.Where would we have been if we had stayed together?
I made my escape and now sit in the farthest dark corner of the bar, hiding from the guy who read me like a sex scene in a romance novel. Dinner was all foreplay. He would softly touch my hand, arm, and even my thigh under the table. He helped me when I needed it and made sure my water was refilled after every glass of wine I drank. I’m only on my third one, but I should be careful with all the medications already in my system. I’m horny, crampy, and emotional right now.
“Mind if I have a seat?” The deep, husky voice suffuses me, and I recognize it without looking up.
Shutting my eyes, a memory of him speaking in that same voice as he made love to me flashes in the darkness. When I turn to look at him, he’s still in his hot-as-fuck suit.
“Free country.” The words just tumble out. They are the same ones I said to him the night we met at a frat party. I was a freshman, and he was a sophomore. It was my first college party, and I’d only been at the university for a week and a half.
“Yes, it is,” Brayden chuckles. “You escaped.”
“Not far enough, obviously.”
“I’m not leaving without you tonight.”
His words wash over me like a balm to the ache, and I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t want to see where this goes; unfortunately, I’m not about to leave. The memories are too raw right now. All night has led to this moment. One time can’t hurt,can it? I’ll walk away from him again, not revealing how broken I still am from the last time. That I never truly moved on after him.
I slowly slide my half-full glass across the bartop and turn to face him. “Take me to your room.” Those few words are all that is needed, and he takes my hand to help me up. His other arm wraps around me, holding me close as if he’s afraid I’ll bolt.
He leads me to the elevator, and when we get on, he swipes his keycard to unlock the secure floors. Part of me expects him to click the top-floor button, where the Presidential Suite is located, but he presses the button for the floor just above mine.
“I’ve been trying to talk to you for a while now, Alexandra,” he starts, but I turn in his arms and press my fingers to his lips, stopping him.
“Don’t make promises neither of us is ready to keep. Just give me tonight.”
“It’s more than that,” he tries again, but I tip his head down as I go up on my toes and cover his mouth with mine, shutting him up. I couldn’t take him revealing something that would break me.
As soon as our lips touch, I’m lost for a moment. His are firm where mine are soft, but when his tongue touches them, I open,and we wrap our arms around each other. Nothing can curb the flood of emotions. My body lights up—after all these years, he still makes me dizzy. My breath catches in my lungs. His tongue slides against mine, and it’s a live wire to my clit and nipples. My poor, aching nipples strain against the fabric of my dress and bra, needing to be soothed.
One of his powerful hands grips my hip, tugging me tighter into his body, where his erect cock presses against my stomach. His other hand burrows into my hair, freeing it from its pins and tumbling down my back in waves. The elevator comes to a stop. Bray pulls away, and I don’t turn around, afraid someone is watching us.
“This is my floor.” Bray’s voice is raspier than usual, causing goose pimples to flush my skin. “Come on.” He turns me around and nudges me in front of him, toward the hallway.
I should assert control, but I want this. I want him. I want to do this. A part of me also wants to challenge him. “Afraid I’ll run.” I glance at him behind me, and he stops us in front of his door before leaning down.
“No, Lexi, I know you won’t run. You want this just as much as I do. I need you close, and I can look down on your beautiful body from this angle. Plus, scaring the fuck out of anyone when they see my monstrous cock is not part of the plan.”
I shake my head and chuckle. “Bray, your ego never fails.”
He steps back as he uses his cell phone to open the door. “Baby, does this look small?” I turn around and raise a brow while looking down at his cock, which is tenting his slacks. It jumps behind his fly, and again, something inside me demands I challenge him. I cup him through his pants, and he moans. “Babe, don’t push me.”
“Feels pretty good to me.” I squeeze him gently. “Or what?”
The door gives way as he opens it, and we step inside. I’m flipped around, my back now to the closed door, and his strong arms lift me.
“Or…I’m not going to be gentle but will fuck the hell out of this sweet pussy.” His hips wedge me into the door. One hand works the side zipper of my dress while the other captures my hands and secures them over my head. “You pick, Lexi?”
I lean forward and stretch my neck, licking up the column of his throat until reaching his ear. “Fuck me,” I whisper.
He sets me on my feet and yanks my dress down. It tears, but I ignore the thought of what to wear home tomorrow while standing in front of him in only my panties, bra, and heels, with him still fully dressed.
“Fuck, you’re sexier than ever,” he groans before throwing me over his shoulder, and his hand comes down hard on my butt cheek.
