Indigo Nights: A Sexy, Contemporary Romance (13 page)

“But your father is still in Chicago?”

“Yeah but . . . it’s complicated.” I didn’t want to get into that with him. My father had remarried and had more children. It had happened quickly after my mother’s death. My father’s way of grieving was just to create a new future and it hadn’t really involved me and my brother, Jake. Things were better between us now but our relationship was forever changed.

He took a forkful of the cake he was eating. It looked like pineapple upside-down cake. “We have time.”

I shrugged and he smiled, understanding that it wasn’t something I wanted to discuss.

He discarded his plate and lay down opposite me, mirroring my position. “I looked for your YouTube stuff. I couldn’t find anything.”

“You did?” I grinned at him. “You need to search the Chicago Cake Maker.”

“I’ll do that. So, you had a long day. Were you just finished when you came back to the hotel?”

I had to think about it. “I went to a meeting after finishing at the studio, and then I saw you.”

He ran his fingers down the side of my body. “A meet—oh, an AA meeting?”

I nodded. “I found a group I like when I’m in Chicago.”

“You go every day?”

I turned over onto my stomach, lifting myself up on my elbows. “Not usually. In the beginning, yes. Now I go a couple of times a week, but usually in London.”

Outside of my London family, I didn’t usually discuss my alcoholism with anyone. Soon after getting sober, I’d made a decision to make sobriety rather than alcoholism my priority. Every alcoholic dealt with recovery differently, and I’d had to find my own path where I didn’t feel that it overtook everything I did. “The way I see it, I’m an alcoholic like some people are diabetic—it’s a chronic condition that I live with but it doesn’t stop me living my life.”

Dylan smiled at me. “And how long have you been a friend of Bill’s?”

I looked up at him, trying to understand how he knew the term. I’d never heard it used outside of AA.

“I had a friend in college in AA,” he explained, understanding my question before I asked it.

“Three years. Going on four.” Saying that never got old.

“Wow. That’s a long time without sex. I thought you must have still been in your first year.”

I laughed. “It is a long time. But now you’ve broken the seal. You’ve ruined me. I’d forgotten how good it could be.”

“My sweet, it was never this good, believe me.”

“You should know.” I smiled at him.

He raised an eyebrow at me in a question.

“I’m just saying.” I shrugged. “You look like a guy who had a lot to compare it to.”

“You’re telling me I’m a man-whore?”

I looked up over his shoulder, considering my answer. “Not a man-whore. Just a man who’s had a lot of women.”

Dylan

I’d just been called a slut. I didn’t normally give a shit what anyone thought of me, but for some reason I didn’t want Beth to think badly of me.

“I suppose I’ve seen a few women naked.” Since Alicia, sex had been about taking pleasure. It worked and I enjoyed it. But none had been as pleasurable as Beth. I’d forgotten how the physical could mix with the emotional to make it all the more powerful. Even from the first kiss, ours had been more than just a physical relationship. I couldn’t imagine even looking at Beth without having some kind of emotional response. “Does it bother you?”

“If it bothered me I wouldn’t have agreed to become one of them. I had a pretty good idea what I was getting myself into when I came to your room when our flight was cancelled.” She smiled but my gut twisted. I wanted her to know that she was different, that I wanted to talk to her, not just fuck her. The more I found out about her, the more I wanted to know.

“Would it make you feel better if I told you that I rarely want to see a woman again after I’ve had sex with her?”

She laughed and sat up, swinging her legs off the bed. Was she leaving? The uncomfortable twist in my gut intensified. I was trying to distinguish her from the women I ordinarily slept with. “You just called yourself a man-whore. I’m going to get more cake. Want some?”

I followed Beth into the sitting room, taking a condom with me in case she wanted to get busy with that mousse again. Something outside the window had caught her eye. “Do you think they can see us?” I couldn’t help but follow her.

I dragged my eyes away from her smooth curves and out of the window at the skyscrapers opposite us. “Maybe.”

She placed her hands on the glass. “There are lights still on. People working late.”

I stood behind her, gliding my hands down her sides then over her belly and around her waist. She leaned back against me, instantly grabbing my cock’s attention.

“They’re working hard.” I pushed my hand down and reached for her clit. She sighed and swiveled her hips against my growing hard-on. I nudged her legs wider with my knee and she bent forward a fraction, the tiny movement snapping something in me.

She wanted to get fucked against the window—with an audience.

Jesus, this girl.

“Do you like the thought that people are watching you?” I whispered into her ear.

“Yes.” Her voice cracked as I increased the pressure on her clit. “You do something to me. You make me wicked.”

The thought of having an impact on her, over and above making her come, sent blood rushing to my dick.

I dragged my cock along her crack and she pushed back against me. I clenched my jaw, trying to stay under control.

“But you’re mine to look at. Only mine.” Possession crashed over me in a wave.

I rolled on the condom and lined up the tip of my dick at her entrance.

She gasped. I’d pay to hear the sound of her anticipation over and over.

“Dylan, people might see.”

“I’m going to have you like this, and you’re going to love it. If anyone sees anything, they can’t possibly know how good it is. They can’t feel what we feel. They can guess, but only we know.”

“They can’t have me. They can only watch while you do.”

She got it. She understood how I needed to be special for her. I wanted to be different, wanted her to feel this energy between us—the familiarity, the passion, the trust.

I couldn’t hold back a second longer and pushed into her, trying to go slow, to be patient; clamping my eyes shut because I knew if I caught a glimpse of that swollen mouth or the reflection of her tits in the glass I’d fuck her raw.

She groaned as my dick rammed into her. “So deep,” she whispered and her head tilted back, and I buried my face into her neck, breathing in that almond scent she had.

“Do you think they know how deep I am?”

“Oh God, Dylan.” I clasped my arm around her waist to support her.

“Answer me.”

“They can’t know. They can’t understand how good it feels.”

I pulled back, watching the sheen on my dick as it withdrew from her. She was always so wet whenever I went near her. Was she like that with all her lovers? Would she be that way with those who came after me?

Her whimpering broke my concentration. “You want more?”

“Please.” She sounded desperate. I knew I was. I thrust into her, driving her forward so her breasts pressed up against the glass and her forearms lay flat. Jesus, as much as I was enjoying the view from this side, any lucky fucker watching her through the window must be getting images burned into his memory forever.

I thrust again. “I can’t get close enough.” I choked on the words as they crawled up my throat.

Her breathing became choppy and she spasmed around me; her forehead rested against the glass. Having the privilege of making her come made me the luckiest man on Earth.

But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I needed more. More from her, more for me. I folded my hands over her shoulders as she found the strength to hold her head up.

“Stay with me, Beth.”

Her skin trembled beneath my fingers as I pounded into her again and again. I wanted this to last forever, but I was so close to the edge.

She removed one hand from the glass and pressed it between her legs.

“No,” I barked. “You ask for my fingers. You don’t use yours.”

Her hand went back to the glass. “Please, Dylan. I need it. I need to come again.”

I’d never get tired of hearing her beg for my touch. “You ask so sweetly, how can I say no to you?”

I dipped my hand between her thighs and gave her pussy one light stroke. She squirmed. “Dylan, please, God.” Her voice, hoarse and desperate, got me harder than I ever thought I could be.

My fingers found her clit, swept down and quickly became coated in her moisture. How did she get so wet? I groaned and circled my hips, rubbing over her clit at the same time.

She leaned back, and with one arm reached over her head and brought my face to her neck. “Tell me, is it good?” she whispered.

How could she doubt it? “The best. Your sweet, tight pussy surrounding my dick.”

“Your”—she drew a deep breath—“huge dick.”

“Yeah, you know it.”

She bucked and she screamed my name at the shift in angle. The sound loosened my climax, it tearing through me from the ground up in sharp, delicious spikes. I exploded into her just as I felt her convulse against my fingers.

Jesus.

I’d never come like that before.

I didn’t want to move but, post orgasm, the thought of anyone seeing her wasn’t quite so appealing. I wanted to wrap her up and treat her like glass.

I pulled out, discarded the condom and turned her around, holding her front to my chest. I bent my lips to her head. “You really are incredible.”

“You’re not so bad yourself. With a little work we can get you above average.” She giggled as I squeezed her ass.

“Let’s move away from the window, shall we?” I walked her backward toward the bedroom.

“I can’t believe we did that. Do you think anyone saw?”

I pushed her onto the bed. “If they did, they’ll have seen the fuck of the century.” I turned and headed back into the living room. “Stay there, I’ll get sustenance.” I grabbed some bottled water and placed it on the trolley, and pushed the whole thing into the bedroom.

“That is a fantasy come true,” she said, grinning at me. “A hot, naked guy pushing a trolley full of cake? If I’m dreaming, I never want to wake up.”

I chuckled. “I’m just interested in keeping your energy up. I’m not done with you.”

“Are you going to stay? I mean . . .”

“Do you want me to? I can go.” My gut twisted. Was she asking me to leave? I didn’t want to; I wanted to stay surrounded by her.

“There’s nothing I need to be doing. I just wondered if you needed to go home to your—I don’t know.”

I crawled on the bed toward her. “There’s no one at home. I don’t do that. I don’t lie and I don’t cheat.” I sat against the headboard and pulled her into my arms.

“I know everything you
don’t
do, but nothing you do. Tell me something.”

I took a deep breath. “I buy sick companies and make them better.” It was the simplest explanation of what I did.

“You’re in private equity?”

Apparently I didn’t need to dumb anything down for this girl. “In a broad sense, yes. I have a business partner and we use our own money and some of the bank’s money.” I stroked my fingers along her spine.

“Is there an ex-Mrs. James?”

I chuckled. “No one has been so unfortunate.” She mumbled and I didn’t catch what she said. “What?”

“Have you come close?” That wasn’t what she’d said under her breath.

I took a beat, considering what I should tell her. “Yeah. A while ago. When I was first starting out, I got engaged to a girl.” I hated to even think about Alicia, let alone talk about her. She represented a complete lack of judgment on my behalf.

“It didn’t work out?”

“She dumped me for an older, richer man.” I’d never said those words out loud before.

Beth pushed herself up on my chest and turned to look at me. I shrugged.

“You think she left you for the money?”

I nodded. “She admitted it. Said she wanted to enjoy her life and not have to struggle.” I started to laugh. It was the first time I’d thought of Alicia and not hurt. I’d thought of us as partners, starting out on a journey together, with the same aims and aspirations—the same values. I’d been right in that we’d both been heading to success. It was just that I was planning to work for it, and Alicia wanted to marry it.

“Wow. True love, huh?”

“Is there any such thing?” Alicia had cured me of the idea.

Beth looked at me, her eyes sad. “You don’t believe in love?”

I shrugged. “I believe in world-shifting sex with beautiful bakers from London.”

She smiled and the sad look lifted—I was grateful. “Did she come crawling back when you made your money?”

I stretched my legs. I’d fantasized about Alicia trying to get me back since I made my first million. In my fantasy, I’d act as if I barely remembered her as I got head from a supermodel under my desk while Alicia begged me to take her back.