Page 112 of Whiskey Throttle
“And, I want us to stay very careful and very discreet. That,” she pauses, looks toward the door before continuing, “Today is enough confrontation for a while. I’d prefer not to have any more, especially in public. Private in my own home, where the staff will talk, is already an issue.”
Her hand slips from my back. Pushing me back to crawl into my lap and straddling my legs so we are eye to eye. Her arms wind around my shoulders. My hands drift down to cup her trim waist, ensuring she won’t fall backwards.
“Is that too much to ask?”
Very careful and very discreet.
Those words ring back again. The first time I agreed to them, it was more fun and almost taboo. It’s like keeping a secret that no one knows about, but this time, everyone in my tight inner circle knows.
Her requirements for privacy are from the world. From her ladies at the club. The society circles we orbit. That shit doesn’t matter to me. If she wants to remain in the cocoon I created for us in the Hampton, but here in Boston, I’ll be all for not sharing her with anyone ever. Keeping her locked in with me, just enjoying and pleasuring each other, makes me happy. Brings me hope.
“No, Barbara. Today was enough.”
For the first time since I got here, I smile. Then I kiss her. Not to seduce but to anchor. To remind her who she is with me. Seen, free, wanted, and now safe.
Her lips tremble beneath mine, then open. Hungry and desperate. She tugs at her skirt, pulls it higher to inch closer to me. I have a better idea. Cupping her ass, I stand, never breaking the kiss. Her arms tighten around my neck, clinging to me with the same desperation I voiced in all those calls.
Her back hits the mattress, and my body follows. Her layers of bedding rise inches around us. Her moans seer into my skin. My cock, deliberating at half-staff, is fully hard, ready to explode.
“Shit.”
I groan against her mouth, suddenly breaking it off. Breaking away from her to stand at the edge of the bed. My hand rifles through my hair in frustration. She rises to her elbows, looking sexy as hell with her hair messy and her lips swollen.
“What’s wrong?”
“No condoms.”
My mind races to my wallet, but we used the one that I had in there. I never replaced it after the shit show at the hospital. Didn’t even occur to me. I don’t keep any in my bike because fucking chicks on my Ducati is not my thing. Although I overheard Diego and his woman talking about it one time.
“Oh.”
She starts unbuttoning her blouse, getting it completely off and revealing a lacy bra underneath. I could eat her out. Have her blow me, but no finger this time. Definitely no edging. When she shimmies out of her skirt, kneeling on the bed, looking at me. I’m stumped.
“What are you doing?”
Her hands roam her body. Enticing me. Even knowing our dilemma.
“As you know, I’m not seeing anyone else. Are you?”
Her eyebrow rises sharply. Daring me to be honest again, but in a different way. A way that I thought goes without saying, but maybe it doesn’t.
“Fuck no, Barbara. I haven’t been with anyone since I followed you down the hall and hid you in that room. You think I’d mess this up with . . .”
I don’t even want to say the word. Going back to my old ways disgusts me. I’m ashamed that she even knows of my reputation.
“If you’re asking me to be loyal to you, then yes. A thousand times yes.”
I seal my fate to her.
It makes me feel warm all over. Happy and content. I bring her safety. She brings me true acceptance. It washes over my brain, settles into the deep cracks, that we have each other. I have her. She has me. It’s all I need.
Her hands continue working over her bra, dipping into her panties, and getting herself ready. My hands are practically tearing off my clothes, overwhelmed with the need to be inside her. When my cock bobs free, she’s on her hands and knees, crawling toward it. Her tongue slides over her lips, eager and willing to suck me off.
There will be time for that later. I scoop her up under her armpits. A squeal pierces the air until she’s flat on her back with my hands tugging her thong down her thighs.
“I need to be inside you.”
My tongue laps at her folds, ensuring she’s wet enough to take me. She tastes so damn sweet. Soaked and definitely ready. My body is on hers in seconds. Hovering, watching, and angling my cock to her entrance.
