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Authors: Ainsley Booth
Booty Call (Forbidden Bodyguards Book 2) (19 page)
He growls my name. “Fuck, yeah, swallow my load. Oh, babe, your mouth…”
The first hot spurt takes me by surprise but I swallow the rest like a porn star, then clean him up with soft, gentle laps of my tongue. I kneel between his legs and grin at him, proud as a peacock. “Yeah?”
“Your turn,” he growls, flipping me onto my back.
He spreads me open and dives right in, his tongue the first touch between my folds. No fingers, not foreplay to the foreplay. He’s like a dying man at a pool of water, and who am I to deny him his fill?
I hitch my knees higher and prop myself up on my elbows.
It takes my breath away, this view of this giant man between my legs, his dark head bobbing as he sucks and licks and flicks me into bliss. “I want you to shave me again,” I whisper as he teases the short curls there with his tongue.
“Anytime.”
“Scott?”
He looks up. His face is wet. Oh God. This is so the wrong time.
“I love you.” Three little words. The power to move mountains. I swear my world gets brighter, bigger as I say them, and then he’s on top of me, sliding into me.
“I love you, Ali. Fuck, that’s been a hard secret to keep.”
“I’m sorry.”
He groans as he thrusts into me. It really is better like this. There’s a skin-on-skin drag that’s raw and right. “Nothing to be sorry for. If it wasn’t big and scary, it wouldn’t be real.”
“It is real, right?”
“Terrifyingly so.” He kisses me, tracing the seam of my lips with the tip of his tongue. He tastes like me and I probably still taste like him. I shiver. “You’re the one for me, Ali. This is as real as it gets, and I’m never letting you go.”
I wrap my legs around him and rock my hips, bringing him deeper inside my belly. There’s a bright, aching stretch inside as his cock nudges my cervix, as he finds space inside my body. “Sometimes you’re gonna have to hold on tight.”
“Like glue.”
“I’m going to want to run away in a few months.”
“Babe…” he kisses along my jaw and nips at my earlobe. “I can’t wait to run away with you.”
My heart might just explode. “What?”
He laces his fingers through mine and tugs my arms over my head, pinning me down. “I’m a bird on a wire, Ali. I’m ready to fly wherever you want to go.”
Holding my gaze, he moves inside me, slow at first. Thick, drunk surges filled with love and promise. He ducks his head and finds my breasts, and I cry out as he pulls a nipple into his mouth. A tremor starts inside me, a slow, wobbling pleasure bubble that grows and flexes and shimmers in the heat he’s stoking between us. I arch my back as he grazes my flesh with his teeth and his cock pushes ruthlessly through my slick folds.
“Come with me,” I plea. I can feel myself squeezing him, begging him for his come inside me. He shifts his hands, pinning me down with one. The other finds my leg and presses me up and open, so he can slam into me harder. Faster. Deeper.
“Always.” He growls my name, his face hard and intense as he watches me, watching him. He’s on top of me, heavy and perfect, and this is all it takes, and I’m there.
“Yes,” I cry out, and it’s exactly right.
“Always,” he repeats as he holds himself inside me, the aftershocks ripping between us.
BOOTY CALL
part five
NEW YORK, AGAIN
—epilogue—
FEBRUARY, AGAIN
Alison
“To the birthday girl,” Scott says, tipping his flute of prosecco against mine.
I give him a beaming smile. “Thank you.”
After a six month international relations internship in Sydney, we’re back in the States. I think we might head out to the west coast soon, because I’d like to do a masters degree in Asian Pacific politics, but that’s a worry for another day. Another month.
This is our extended holiday. We had Christmas down under, and now we’ve been in New York for a month. We’re subletting an apartment in SoHo and I’m doing some observerships at the United Nations, but New York is too close to both of our families for our comfort zone. Well, there’s some debate over that.
My boyfriend likes to point out that I spend hours a week on the phone with both of my sisters. I point out that international telecommunications make that possible, and any time I want to see them, I can get on a jet plane.
But if we head out west, we’ll be close to his brother Will. And Taylor, if she’s still in Los Angeles by the time we settle. She’s a bit of a bird on a wire, too.
I thought for sure she’d clash with Scott, because they’re similar in a lot of ways, but when we stopped in L.A. on our way to Sydney, they totally hit it off. He needs to teach Hailey how to get along with Tay.
He was similarly afraid to introduce to me to Jeff. His brother is everything I hate about wealthy businessmen…but somehow he’s different. I like the guy. I don’t understand him, but I like him. It’s all in how he looks at Scott, like he’d lay down his life for his older brother.
I know the feeling.
“I love you,” I say, lacing my fingers into his. “Thank you for a magical birthday.”
“It’s not over yet,” he says with a lazy, dirty grin.
“No?”
He winks. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls a pair of tickets and hands them over.
I squeal as I read the name of the show. “Broadway Burlesque?”
“Surprisingly not on Broadway.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Ohmygod. This is amazing.”
“We’ve got an hour before it starts. Want to walk?”
I tip my glass back and finish my wine. “Oh yeah.”
We’ve done this every night that we’ve been in the city. Walked for blocks, hand-in-hand, and talked about…everything. Tonight we head down Prince Street. Scott tugs me to a stop in front of Agent Provocateur and whispers in my ear how turned on he was when I waved those panties in his face a year ago.
“Oh yeah?”
“I wanted to take you over my knee and spank you, though.”
“Maybe we should do that tonight.” I lick my lips. “Turn my bottom pink. A belated punishment for teasing you.”
“Punishment?” He crushes his mouth against mine and I tug on his hips. I want the full weight of him against me. I always want it all, no holding back. “Babe, I should thank you every single day for being so persistent.”
“Then you’re welcome. Will you please spank me?”
He laughs and squeezes my ass. “One hundred percent.”
“Where do you want to walk tonight?” I ask him as we step off again.
“There’s a garden up ahead I found last week,” he says. “Full of statues. It’s kind of cool.”
I grin up at him. “Awesome.”
We turn right at Elizabeth Street. It’s dark and quiet, although there’s traffic just a block away. The street lights glow, though, and up ahead I see a fence. “Is that it?”
“Yeah,” he says. “This is it.”
As we reach it, I realize the glow is coming from inside the garden, too. Hundreds of lanterns are hung from tree branches and perched beside the statues.
“Wow,” I breathe.
Scott wraps his arms around me from behind. “Happy birthday,” he whispers. “I’m sorry I fucked up the last one.”
I shake my head. “All a part of our journey, babe.”
He squeezes me tight, then takes my hand and leads me deeper into the garden. It’s positively magical.
“I think this might be the best birthday I’ve ever had,” I whisper, turning in a slow circle. A fat, lazy snowflake drifts in front of me, and I look up at the sky. “It’s going to snow tonight, huh?”
“We can stay in bed all day tomorrow,” Scott says from behind me. “Celebrating, I hope.”
I turn around.
He’s down on one knee, holding a ring in his hand.
I don’t cry. Not unless my heart is broken.
And apparently, when I’m proposed to. “What are you doing?”
He grins at me. “Taking a really big risk, because I don’t want to fuck up another birthday.”
I laugh weakly, swiping at my wet cheeks. “Okay.”
“Ali, the last year has been the best of my life. You are the best in my life. The best late nights and early mornings. The best texts, the best jokes, the best serious conversations.” He looks up at the sky. “The best walks. The best adventures. I want to share all of that with you, for the rest of my life.”
“Okay.”
He reaches for me with his other hand and I stumble forward, squeezing my fingers around his. “Will you be wife? The mother of my children and the savior of my world?”
“That’s a big ask,” I mumble through the tears.
“The kids can wait a while if you want.”
I shake my head. “That’s not the big ask. Of course I want to have your babies, you dork. Yes, I’ll marry you. Yes, I’ll share my adventures with you. Yes, yes, yes. I need you by my side, always and forever.”
He slides the ring onto my finger before tugging me onto his lap. “Forever sounds perfect.”
THE END (FOR NOW)
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BOOTY CALL
the postscript
If you’re wondering about that secret Tumblr inspiration board I mentioned… here it is.
Please note that this link contains pictures of people doing all sorts of awesome, sexy things to each other. Don’t click on it at work, in front of children or mothers-in-law, or at the supermarket.
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acknowledgments—
Sadie Haller has been my first reader since the very first Hate F*@k serial part. I love that she loves my dirty heroes and my lippy heroines as much as I do, and I’m grateful beyond words that she drops everything to fact check and comma check and do the occasional real life choreography check, too. I don’t believe any Mr. Hallers were injured in the making of this book, thank goodness.
Maria Rose gets my second sincere thanks for her amazingly quick turnaround on proofreading. A reader who can catch a missing article in the middle of a sex scene is a valuable friend indeed.
My Ainsley’s Angels Facebook group. I’m sorry I’m so quiet most of the time. I promise it’s because I’m busy creating filthy scenes for your favorite characters.
Every single reader who loved Hate F*@k and has been waiting a year for more from this world. I promise the next one won’t take me another year.
My husband, for being proud of everything I write. Even the fisting scene. Sorry if anyone asks you about it. You can tell them I saw it on Tumblr. Your call if you want to share my secret inspiration board. I love you. Stop blushing.
~ Ainsley
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also by ainsley booth—
contemporary military romance
writing as
— ZOE YORK —
SEALS UNDONE
I named this series SEALs Undone because that’s exactly what happens. Big, tough Navy SEALs are undone by the women they fall hard for. These stories are light on conflict, big on romance, and short enough to read in a single night.
I hope you enjoy!
~ Zoe York (Ainsley Booth’s contemporary romance alter-ego)
— FALL FAST —
Navy SEAL Nathan Meyers and recent divorcee (as of an hour ago) Emme Ryan both want a night of escape from their real lives, for very different reasons. A chance meeting and a single drink at an airport bar turns into a night of unexpected fun and pleasure when a freak snow storm keeps them on the ground. But when morning comes, will they stick to the rules they set out at the start of the night?
— AN EXCERPT —
Nathan Meyers stood in the Terminal 2 departures hall at O’Hare Airport and groaned. He shouldn’t be surprised that his flight from Chicago to San Diego was now delayed by more than two hours—a vicious winter storm was working its way toward the city. His sister had bugged him to check the flight status before he left her house, but as much as he loved Kelly and her brood—six kids, plus her husband and Polish mother-in-law—he’d been ready for some peace and quiet after three days of non-stop Uncle Nathan Fun Times.
He found a map of the terminal. It looked liked all the beer was on the other side of security, so he had two options. Head back out into the snow, or go through security early and find a burger or something.
Easy choice.
Dodging around travellers with oversized suitcases and grumpy faces, he scanned his e-ticket from his phone at the nearest available self-serve kiosk, printed his boarding pass, and headed for security.
Most of the time he flew around the world in military transport planes. But when he took detours like he had this weekend, hopping over to Chicago for some post-Christmas family time to make up for being in a South American jungle over the actual holidays, he had a simple travel routine down pat. One carry-on bag, boots unlaced in line, Navy ID visible at the top of his wallet.
The pretty redhead in front of him had the same idea, but where he carried a canvas rucksack and wore Doc Martens, she had a small wheeled suitcase and zippered boots. She wore dressy clothes for a stormy night, a slim black suit over a green t-shirt, but her iPhone case had a big No Doubt sticker on the back and when she turned around to be wanded, her shirt rode up a bit and he caught a glimpse of a navel piercing with a dangly skull resting against the slight swell of her belly. His gaze stuck on the curved waist of her dress pants, and he imagined an entire dirty-girl fantasy in the two seconds it took her to be cleared.
Damn.
When she motored ahead, her scarf slipping off her jacket and landing on the floor between them, he knew exactly how he wanted to spend the next couple of hours.
“Hey!” He snagged the cream silk from the floor and jogged after her. “Excuse me…”
Even in her heeled boots, she was small compared to him. Small and speedy. He gently tapped her elbow when he caught up, getting her attention. When he snagged her gaze, it was wary. With a smile, he stepped back and held out the scarf. “I think you dropped this.”
