I Won't Give Up on You (11 page)

Jumping out of the SUV, I shove the keys in my pocket and get a cigarette out of the pack. I jog lightly to catch up to her.

“Miss, excuse me.” I apply the charm.

Getting closer still, she tries to ignore me. “Miss, do you have a light?”

She looks over at me, and I flash her my boy-next-door smile while tightening my pec muscles, so they’re clearly visible under my dark t-shirt. I see her flush slightly and know I’ve got her now.

“Are you talking to me?” she says while gesturing to herself, pointing directly at her over abundant cleavage. She has an accent, Irish maybe?

I nod. “Yes, sweetheart, do you have a light?”

She giggles and blushes. “No, I don’t smoke.”

My cock desperately wants to be free even more now. Irish accent, body to die for—fuck me. “I should quit anyways.” I laugh as I put the cigarette behind my ear. “What brings you to town?”

“Work.” She blushes slightly. “I’m only in town for a week. Computer stuff.”

“Hot damn, no shit.”
Fuck me, I need you now
.

She smiles and fidgets.

Holding out my hand to her, I start our introductions, “My name is Mark, and you are?”

That pink blush comes over her again. “Kaitlyn.” She holds her hand out to me. I grab it, pulling it up to my lips, lightly kissing the back of her hand. She takes a deep breath to try to calm herself. I’m affecting her. I bet, if we were indoors, I could smell her arousal.

“Look, you don’t know me, but I’d love to show you around, dinner maybe?”
Fuck you hard against the door of your hotel room and never talk to you again.

Her smile gets wider. “I was just on my way for a late light lunch before heading back to the office. I was going to—oh where is that paper?” She digs through her bag for a small piece of paper with the name of a local deli on it. Locating it, she holds it out for me to read.

“Ah, yes. They have some great sandwiches.” I offer my arm to her, and she links hers with mine. I’ve got her now.

We make chit chat as we walk down the street just a few blocks to the deli. I pull out my phone and check the location of Bre and Sara. Still at Beth’s–good. Turning back to my date of the minute, I open the door for her, and we walk up to the counter. Never missing a beat, we order our food and continue on to pay. I start feeling around for my wallet like an idiot.

“My God, I forgot my wallet at home. How stupid.”

She giggles and pats my shoulder. “No worries, I’ve got it.”

I grab the tray and walk to the outside seating. Being past lunch but not quite dinner it’s pretty empty.

“I’m so sorry. Can you forgive me?” I push out my lower lip into a full puppy dog pout.

“Of course, but you must do me one thing.”

Pulling the paper back on the sandwich I respond, “Sure, baby, what’s that?”
Baby because I already forgot your name.

“Take me out tonight?”

I nearly choked on my sandwich. “What?” I said, clearing my throat.

She moves the salad around in the bowl. I like that she eats light. I like a woman that makes me feel strong. Since I didn’t answer her question, she’s looking downward and won’t make eye contact. Very good, baby girl.

“Baby, look at me.”

She glances up and her eyes are moist. God damn, she’s perfect.

I reach over and caress her chin. “Baby, I can’t tonight, but how about tomorrow?”

Shifting in her seat, she smiles. “Okay, Mark.” I cup her cheek, taking in the velvety feeling of her skin, a few seconds before going back to eat my sandwich.

I check the phone again and see they’re on the move. Fuck. Pushing my sandwich away, I look up to her. “Baby, where’s your hotel?”

Her breath catches, and I see her start breathing heavy. “Few blocks back,” she whispers.

I nod my head in that direction. “Let’s get out of here.”

She giggles as she stands up, and I stand guiding her toward the hotel. I smack her ass and give it a good squeeze as she hops, turning to walk backward. Snaking my arm around her waist, I pull her to me. She slides her hands around my neck and plays with the blond curls at the nape of my neck. A low growl comes from my throat. “Fuck, baby, my cock is so damn hard.”

I reach around and grab both of her ass cheeks in my hands. At least I’ll have a fuck buddy for a few days, and she’s hot, even better. Getting some sideways glances from us walking down the sidewalk, groping each other, I turn her down the next alleyway. I can’t wait any longer.

Taking her mouth, I devour her lips. They’re soft and smooth. The moan that she lets out vibrates into my mouth. Fuck this sensitive shit. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Walking her behind the dumpster, I back her up to the wall. She grinds herself on my cock that’s begging to be let out. Since her back is supported, I’m able to push her skirt up and let my fingers find her hot cunt. Fuck me, she’s so damn wet. I’m momentarily sidetracked by her mouth skimming its way along my jaw up to my ear.

Unzipping, I pop my cock out and slam into her. She’s so fucking slick and warm. Her velvety insides grip me. Her yell does things to me. I keep the pace up hard and quick. Feeling my balls start to squeeze to my body, I slip out of her, dropping her legs and shoving her down to her knees. She gasps at my abrupt withdrawal. I ball my hand in the red curls at the back of her head and shove her mouth over my cock. She sucks generously. It only takes a few pumps before I’m spilling my come down her throat.

“Fuck, baby, swallow it. Don’t let anything spill.”

When I’m empty, I pull her up by her hair. I know she didn’t come, but that wasn’t my point. I needed to get off, I don’t give a fuck about her.

“Thanks for that, baby. I’ll come back for you tomorrow. Same time, same deli. Got it.”

I shove myself back in my pants and kiss her cheek before she can answer. Licking my fingers that I’d shoved into her earlier, I take in her taste. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”

Her surprised face turns into a devilish smile from the compliment.

I turn to leave, but before I do I stop. I wonder how far she is willing to go for me. “Baby, instead of meeting me here, I’ll meet you at the hotel. What’s your room number?”

I see her swallow hard, not sure if she should tell me. I walk back over to her, slide my hand in her hair and pull her to me, devouring her mouth. Leaving her breathless when I back away, she whispers, “Five thirty-four.”

“Good girl.” With that I turn and jog back out to the street and take off toward the SUV.

Getting in, I grab one of the cigarettes and light it up, taking a deep inhale. My phone chimes, and I remove it from my pocket. Seeing they are moving, I quickly turn out of the lot and head in that direction.

In no time their car appears in my line of sight. They have Beth with them now. I pull my sunglasses off the visor and slide them on. I keep my distance this time, so they don’t see me.

Once they are at the bridal store, I cringe. I don’t want anything to do with this. Confirming that they actually go into the store, I wait about five minutes before heading back to Beth’s apartment.

The drive over to her apartment is like second nature. All of the times I traveled between the frat house and her place with Broc, I could make this trip using only muscle memory. My supposed best friend, who fucking disappeared after shit went down with Sabrina going to Caston.

Pulling up to the front of Beth’s apartment, I park the car and take in my surroundings. The sky rumbles. Looking up, I can see a storm brewing in the distance. Sliding out of the car, I quickly make my way up to the door. Stopping before I get there, I glance behind me, making sure no one was looking. I pull out the gloves in my pocket. Sliding my hand along the top of the door jamb, my hand hits the cold metal key sitting in the same fucking place it’s been for the last three years.

A devious smile crosses my face as the key slides in to the lock and I hear it click as I turn it. Typical, not one damn thing in here has changed.

Moving around her furniture, I find her computer sitting on the coffee table. Grabbing it I quickly open it to see it immediately bring up her home screen. I laugh that people don’t even consider having a password on their personal shit, not that it would have stopped me. Installing a tracking device, I return it to its place on the table before going through some of her other belongings.

Finishing up, I head to the front door. Letting myself out, I quickly make my way to the SUV and slide into the driver’s seat. The phone shows that the girls are still at the bridal salon, so I decide to head home. The weather looks like it’s going to get bad, so I’ll just continue to monitor them from my phone.

Letting myself into my condo, I unload my pockets onto the table by the door. I take a deep breath and roll my head on my shoulders. The place is quiet. Beverly must not be here.

I strip off my shirt and jeans as I walk through the condo to the bedroom. Falling on to the bed face first, I’m so exhausted sleep takes over me.

The knock at my door wakes me from my sleep. Running my hands through my hair before I rub the stubble on my chin as I walk through the beer cans and clothes thrown on the floor of my room. Yawning, I pull the door open.

“What the fuck…” I stop mid-sentence. Standing before me is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. She’s obviously older, but damn is she HOT! “How you doin’?” I smirk.

“Mark, I presume?”

I prop myself on the doorframe. Her sexy body is making my cock stand at attention and being only in my boxers I have one hell of a tent going on. I cross my arms over my chest. “Who wants to know?”

Her jaw tenses, and she pushes by me. The smell of jasmine fills my nostrils and a groan leaves me. She turns around and rolls her eyes at me. “Mark, close the door.”

“You still haven’t told me who you are, beautiful.”

She steps close to me. Her head leans toward mine, and I feel the warmth of her breath on my neck. “You have something I want, and I am something you need.”

She nibbles at my ear and suddenly her hand smacks down onto my cock, sending a jolt of pain through me making me want to fall to my knees. A squeeze on my hard shaft sends another wave of pain through me, this time making me harder than I thought possible. I slide my hand into her hair and pull her back into me, taking her mouth in mine. Her tongue fights for dominancy. Finally she delivers a hot stinging slap crosses my face.

“You will call me Mistress.”

Still maintaining her hold on my cock, she leads me to my bed. She shoves me down on the mattress and stands before me, taking in her surroundings before moving to the desk. She sits gracefully in the chair, crossing her legs slowly. I groan again when I notice the lace of her stockings peeking out from the skirt that has ridden up.

“My name is Beverly Holden, but you will never call me by my real name. I need your help with something that is very near and dear to me.” Her voice is like velvet. “If you help me, I’ll allow you to have me.”

Letting out a laugh, I let my head fall back. “Look, lady, I’m not sure who you are, but I have plenty of women wanting to climb on this.”

Her face shows her disgust, and she once again rolls her eyes. “Bull shit!”

I get up and walk over to her, standing over her. Normally women cower when I do this, she didn’t even flinch.

“Sit the fuck down, NOW!”

I back up and take a seat, glancing down at my feet.

“Good boy, you may look at me again.”

Looking up, her face is still hardened.

“Beverly Holden? I don’t know that name.”

She chuckles. “I bet you know Caston Black.”

Is she serious right now? What sick joke is this? “That fucker stole my life. He took everything from me, but what’s it to you?”

A Grinch-like smile crosses her face. “More than you know. I think we can work well together. That is, if you’re willing to get your hands dirty for me.”

Beverly continues to talk about the relationship she had with Caston and how he spited her. She’s looking for revenge and explains how I come into her plan.

I scratch my chin and stand up to stretch. I pace the room, thinking about what she’s saying to me. Could I really do this?

The next pass I make by her, she grabs my cock. Completely catching me by surprise, I clinch the back of her head and shove her head onto my shaft. Her warm mouth slides up and down, making me want to fall to my knees. Before I’m able to come, she pushes me back.

“What the fuck, lady?”

“You like that? There’s more where that came from. I can definitely teach things you’ve never dreamed of. Why don’t you just say yes, pretty boy, so we can just move on with my plans?”

Nodding my head slowly, she gets up from the chair and makes her way to me, unbuttoning her top as she approaches. Using her shirt she ties my hands together before I can make a move on her.

“What the—”

“No talking.”

“But—”