Niki's Challenge (2 page)

“
You’re in room 626, the
elevator is to your left, then straight up the hall. Uh… do you
require assistance, sir?”

“
No and
thanks...g’night.”His stomach pitched. The bitter taste of liquor
coated the back of his throat.

He coughed.

Realization smacked him that he had
drunk more than wise as the elevator weaved back and forth. He
thought he heard a slight chuckle coming from the clerk’s
direction, but it took too much effort to deal with the smart
ass.

The wall wavered in front of him. His
finger missed the call button. Tony stuck out his hand to stop the
wall from moving. Placing his other hand on the door, he stabilized
himself while pushing the button with the up arrow. As the door
opened, he slung himself inside holding onto the wall. A few
seconds later, he could see the panel clearly and pushed the button
to the sixth floor.

Afterwards, he congratulated himself
on his accomplishment, amazed at the amount of effort it took to
complete such a small task. Shuffling off the elevator, he
stumbled. Glancing up, he noted the sign pointing to the direction
to his room. He adjusted his garment bag on his shoulder and
wobbled down the hall towards his bed.

After a few tries, he opened the door,
flipped on the light in the living room of the suite and locked the
door. Dropping his bags, he moved at a moderate pace to the
bathroom. His bladder demanded immediate release. Standing over the
toilet, he closed his eyes and tried to count how many beers and
shots he’d had. With his mind so fuzzy, he couldn’t think clearly.
He dropped his pants and boxers to the floor, stepped out and over
them. Since the light from the living room filtered in, he decided
against turning on the bathroom light. Fortunately, he had the
presence of mind to take out his contacts in the airport. Fumbling
in his pocket, he found the container and set it on the counter
along with his watch.

He turned, scratched his chest, and
then stripped off his shirt and socks along the way to the bed. The
light from the living room annoyed him. He closed the bedroom door
before dropping into the bed.

He dreamed.

The angel moved fluidly, skin smooth
as silk. Her body twisted and turned seductively, a siren’s dance.
Her long hair wrapped around her full breasts, nipples hard as
diamonds. Her hands beckoned to be full of his cock, she lured the
unsuspecting, calling her lover closer. Strong smooth legs rubbed
across his stomach, imprisoning him in her warmth. Fingers and palm
wrapped around his extended rod, stroking him to the brink of
madness.

Fully aroused and pressing forward,
Tony’s body jerked in reaction. His hand reached forward, desperate
for a touch. Inhaling sharply, compelled by her alluring scent, he
moved closer. Grabbing the thick strands of hair, an unusual
texture, his hand curled and pulled lightly urging their bodies to
merge.

Liquid pooled in his mouth
as he palmed the heavy globes in his questing hands.
Did angels have breasts?
The fleeting thought flitted away as he twisted and stroked
the pebbled bud. He sucked and laved, starving for the sustenance
his angel provided.

In his inebriated mind, the silky
smooth flesh begged him to take charge and join his heated flesh
with hers. Moaning his acceptance, his hand traveled down sleek
flesh to a bushy mound and pressed hard. The angel moved. He joined
her in a dance of moves and countermoves.

He pressed the heel of his palm
against the front of the mound and twisted, smiling in his sleep as
the angel squirmed, panting under his hand.

Well shit, even angels
liked sex.

Slipping a finger between the slippery
lips, pleased by the pool of moisture, he pushed into her tight
glove and released a pent-up sigh. His angel’s pussy, so hot, so
tight. He continued thrusting, her legs opened further, begging for
more.

He added another finger and pushed
faster, deeper into the slippery channel. Blood rushed to his cock.
It pulsed with need. Determined to satisfy his angel, he pinched
the tight bud of her clit, and pumped his fingers inside her hot
thatch.

He pushed the legs wider. Dimly, he
thought he heard a slight noise but couldn’t be sure, his mind and
body on autopilot. Pushing another finger upward, stroking while
his thumb played with the small nub out front. He leaned forward,
suckled a nipple, and felt the walls around his finger contract,
while juices gushed down his hand.

“
Ahhhh....” he grunted
while falling back briefly to catch his breath. Reaching over, he
pulled the angel close, threw his leg over and moved on top. Hot,
so hot, his angel. He smiled.

Maybe she wasn’t an angel
after all
.

Leaning down to catch a nipple again,
he laved and suckled while positioning himself for entry. Pushing
forward, he got lost in the sensations of tight heat. Pausing to
take his breath, he felt his angel push up with her hands on his
chest, then sigh down as he began to move within her. Never before
had anything felt so hot, so tight, so good.

Nicole had erotic dreams
before, but none felt as right or good as this one. She fought her
way up through the medicinal fog; and embraced the high she’d never
been able to create on her own. Euphoric feelings bombarded her.
She felt high, light as an afternoon breeze. Her breasts, her
stomach, her pussy were tight and full. She bucked, held on tight,
trying to grab hold of reality.
Oh God,
let this feeling be real
. A storm built
inside her core, her legs trembled. Her breath hitched, a tingling
started in her feet.

Her tunnel pulsed and tightened. She
moved faster, caught up on an intense express train to an unknown
destination. She twisted her head back and forth trying to catch a
fleeting thought. Her mind numb, yet, her body was feverishly
alive, spiraling, reaching for what, she couldn’t grasp.

Suddenly, she seized, then shuddered,
and floated as her body secured its goal. She heard a moan from a
distance, not realizing it was her own. In her fragmented mind, she
knew something monumental had happened. Her body radiated pleasure
and itched for more. She fought her way forward, but kept getting
lost in the memory.

“
Oh, my God!” Tony huffed
as he pumped faster and faster, getting nearer to completion.
Looking down, he hated it was so dark, and he couldn’t see, but he
heard her moan and pull him closer.

“
Ohhhhhhh, Lord!” a voice
sobbed aloud. Her sex clamped him tight.

“
Uhhhhh.....Shit,” he
groaned aloud as he came not long after her.

Exhausted, he leaned down and rolled
over closing his eyes. He had never exploded that hard. His eyes
noted the illuminated numbers on the clock; it was four in the
morning. Worn out, yet satisfied, he fell asleep.

****

Nicole’s internal alarm woke her up at
six every morning. Vaguely, she remembered checking into her room,
taking her pain meds and falling asleep. She needed to clear the
medicine from her system so she could figure out why she felt good,
but sore. Easing up in the darkened room, she latched onto the
dresser as her world spun. After creeping to the bathroom, she
turned on the shower; thinking it would be the fastest way to clear
out any cobwebs. Under the spray, she allowed the water to hit her
sensitive areas.

A pair of pants on the floor was the
first thing she saw when she left the shower. Puzzled, she bent
down to touch them. Realizing they were real, she jumped back and
checked the room. The bathroom counter held a watch and a case for
contacts.

She shook her head to clear it. She
focused again; the items were still in the same place. Reality and
a good deal of fear merged. Someone else had been in her
room.

Holding the towel close to her, she
inched sideways towards the living room searching the darkened
area. When the front room’s light hit the bedroom, she covered her
mouth and screamed. It came out like a gurgle.

A naked white man lay on the
bed.

Jerking the towel closer, too afraid
to go back for clothes, she turned and ran out the door, heading
downstairs to the front desk.

“
There’s a—there’s a, a man
in my room.” She gasped for breath after running down the stairs.
Her imagination was in overdrive having refused to wait for the
elevator.

“
Excuse me, ma’am?” The
clerk noticed her towel. Her unkempt hair hung down her back, and
she shook, unsettled.

“
I just woke up, and
there’s a man in my room. A naked man.” She waved toward the phone.
“Call the police,” she yelled, on the brink of hysteria.

“
Just a minute, what’s your
room number, I’ll get security to go up there, and they’ll call the
police.” He called security on the radio.

“
Forget that, I’ll call the
police myself.” She turned as security walked around the
corner.

“
What’s the problem?” They
looked at Nicole and then back at the front desk clerk.

“
She says she just woke up,
and there was a naked man in her room. Ma’am, you never did tell
me, what room are you in?”

“
Room 626.”

“
Six-twenty-six, are you
sure?” The clerk looked into the computer.

“
Yes, I’m sure!” She
screeched, heading towards the elevator, becoming self-conscious
with her lack of dress, now that help had arrived.

Signaling to one of the security
guards that followed the guest, the front desk clerk whispered
loudly. “That room had been assigned to Mr. Garrett A. Brunson. I
gave him the key myself. He was drunk, and no telling what
happened.”

Chapter 3

Niki allowed the security officers to
walk in ahead of her. Her fingers ached from the death grip she had
on the towel to make sure her assets were covered. Entering her
room, she noticed the garment bag in the middle of the floor and a
room key jacket lying on the counter. She strode over and picked it
up. Stunned, she grabbed her key jacket from the end table; gazing
between the two, she read the same room numbers on both.

“
Well, I’ll be damned.” She
sat gingerly on the sofa. Conscious of the parting towel, she
covered her legs with a nearby throw pillow. “The hotel messed up
and gave us the same room.” Hearing noises in the bedroom, she
assumed it was safe for her to go get some clothes.

“
What the fuck?” The man on
the bed whistled low as she walked in. “Who are you and why are you
in a towel in my room?” He sat up as she walked in. “Not that I
mind, but I like to be alert enough to enjoy the view.”

He sounded smug. She rolled her eyes
and walked directly to her luggage. Her hand trembled as a barrage
of possible outcomes crashed over her. A stranger had slept beside
her and she hadn’t realized it. A quick glance to the side of the
dresser showed her sleeping pills. Damn, she was only supposed to
take one. Where were her other medications?

“
Ma’am, ma’am,” the
security guard said, gaining her attention. “This is Garrett
Brunson.” He waved at the man on the bed before introducing her.
“This is Ms. Nicole Bryant.” The security struggled to read the
sheet he held. “As I was trying to explain to you, Sir, there was a
mix-up and both of you were given this room by mistake—”

“
What did you say?” His
voice became clipped and precise, the deep pitch of his voice sent
chills down Niki’s spine. For some reason she reacted to the
invasive sound and turned in his direction. His eyes pierced
through the darkened room, holding her captive.

The guard cleared his throat. “I said
there was a mistake and both of you were given this room—” A knock
sounded on the door. The man visibly relaxed, and sighed deeply.
“Just a moment. That’s the GM, let me get him.” He motioned to the
door.

Nicole continued taking clothes from
her suitcase before heading to the bathroom. The heat of his eyes
followed her across the room. She closed the door, leaned on it,
and dropped her head in her hands before taking a deep breath. Her
hands shook as she tried to lock the door. After being scared out
of her wits, no way would she spend another minute in this
place.

If she didn’t have Nana’s
pendant in her luggage, she would’ve left everything and made a
call for replacements. The heirloom was irreplaceable, so she’d
settle for a quick escape. Nerves wracked, she allowed the tears to
fall in the solace of another shower to buy time. Acknowledging her
fear from before, and shutting her mind from the deadly
possibilities, she trembled again, this time in relief. Her flight
left around noon, she’d hang in the VIP lounge until then. Maybe
she’d get some work done.
Yeah,
right.
Time to get the hell out of here.
Quietly, she dressed, pulling her cool composure around her as a
shield, refusing to break.

The first thing she noticed when she
walked out was the man from the bed had dressed and moved to a
chair in the darkened corner of the room. Since the chair was in
the shadows, she couldn’t see him clearly. A tremor of relief shot
through her. She balled her fist to control the shaking. Another
man entered the room.