No Reservations (23 page)

When he let her go, she had to hold on because her knees were rubber.

'Wow.' She licked her lips, savouring his taste a few moments more. If he'd have asked her to many him right then, she'd have agreed.

'Katherine, I love you. Let's get this damned dress paid for so I can get you back to the room and fuck you.

Twice.'

She looked at the price tag and steeled herself. 'One, I need shoes and a bag. Two, we have to talk before there's any fucking.'

'One, fine, but I'm going to total y look down your shirt while you try shoes on. Two, you've made me so damned happy I'm paying for the dress and three, al right but if we talk about Eve too much I'm not going to be as interested in sex.'

'Empty threats, Charles, empty threats. We both know you'd be able to fuck after just about anything. You're just that kind of man. And if you think I won't take you up on your paying for this dress, you're wrong.'

'Goddamn, you're something. You bring me to my knees and I can't get enough.' He sank to his knees and looked up her body. He was something else. That wicked grin was on his mouth and she gave in, sinking her fingers into his hair, yanking his face forwards.

His hands went to the back of the dress, unzipping it so it fel from her body. She stepped from it and laid it aside. Shal I lick your pussy right here and now?'

Her breath caught. His hands caressed up the back of her calves as he breathed against the front panel of her panties just before pressing his tongue through the silky material, right against her clit.

'Ear me,' she whispered, a shiver breaking over her as he slid the panties down her legs.

'Lean your back against the wal behind you.' He said it without peeling his eyes from her cunt as he spread her open. The look on his face made her muscles clench -

wonderment and hunger. It always made her feel like a queen.

And there she stood, watching in the mirrors, one foot up on the bench in the dressing room, back against the cool wal , Dix's face between her thighs. From al sides they were reflected, the look on her face as she took herself in, the colour of her skin as a flush built, the way he bent over her cunt like in benediction. So beautiful, so decadent and luscious.

'Mmm, oh, God, yes that feels so good,' she moaned as she watched the pink of his tongue against the pink of her cunt. Watched the flick and caress as he devoured her. The clerk was just on the other side of the door, the store was ful of people and she was just inches away from coming al over Dix's face.

Dix took the taste of her into himself, knew she was getting off on not only his mouth there on her, but on the nearness of the people right on the other side of the door. Her thighs trembled and when he looked up the line of her body, it was to watch her tug and rol her nipples as she looked down at him.

Her tongue darted out, sliding over her bottom lip and he groaned against her. Her eyes first widened and then went sleepy, half-lidded and sexy. A knock sounded on the door.

'Everything al right in there? Can I get you a different size?'

'Fine, thanks,' Kate managed to say before Dix sucked her clit into his mouth the way he knew drove her crazy.

Instead of stopping him, she let go of one nipple and grabbed him by the hair, hauling him closer. 'Nearly done.' Even with a man's mouth on her cunt in a public dressing room she had a sense of humour.

He finished her with three fingers pressed deep, stroking her sweet spot, sucking her clit in and out until she came with a growl of his name.

He stood as she slumped onto the seat. 'I'l go pay for this while you get dressed, shal I?' Licking his lips, he grabbed the dress and headed out, wearing a smile.

True to his promise, he did look down her shirt as she tried shoes on, but she barely noticed anything but the hard-on pressing against the front of his pants.

'Keep looking at it like that and I'm going to pul it out and shove it into your mouth right here and now,' he said as he took the packages from her to carry.

'We move in together within the next few months. Once we find a house we like with enough room for al our combined baggage,' she began as they walked back to the hotel. 'I'l put my condo on the market when we get back.'

'Good thing I'm used to the way you just wander around between topics,' he muttered. 'Fine. Agreed. I'd like you to stay over at my old house when I have the girls with me. I know it'l be a bigger hassle work wise for you, but aside from wanting you with me, it sends a very clear signal to Eve. You and I are together no matter where we are. And to the girls that you're behind me being where they need me most when they need it. I know you don't want to be an underline, but this is much more than that. This is the truth staring her in the face without letting her look away.'

Agreed. Although it'd be nice if I could just slap the shit out of her. I change my mind about the "no Eve cal ing our house" rule. I only want her contacting you that way.

She's like one of those yappy dogs who needs a very hard lesson. The lesson is this.' Kate stopped and took his face in her hands. People walked around them but she heard and felt nothing but him. 'You're mine. She is nothing but the mother of your kids and that I respect.

Otherwise, she better deal with the fact that / am your woman because I'm not giving her any way around that.

I won't interfere in your parenting of your kids, but for al other contact, she has to come through me. Weil nip this little comprehension problem of hers right in the bud. Later, I don't care, but for the next little while, Eve wil know who is in charge. And it's a woman who can open her own jars.'

He leant down just a bit, brushing his lips against hers.

'And you'l stil marry me next year sometime?'

Kate laughed and jumped back, tugging him towards the hotel. 'God, you're like a dog with a bone.'

'Here's what I know, I'd be marrying you in five minutes if you'd go for it, so yes, I'm not going to give up.'

'Al right. October. I want a smal intimate ceremony.

Less than twenty people. Your daughters wil be part of it. Then that night we get straight on a plane somewhere lovely. I don't need pomp and circumstance. I want to make it legal, involve our closest loved ones and then party. This doesn't mean you don't have to provide me with a ring. That needs to happen soon. Let me advise you away from that monstrosity Pickles has. I like big, but I like tasteful too. Then again, I wouldn't wear my engagement ring nearly a decade after I got dumped.

But we've established I'm an order of magnitude above Pickles.' She looked down at the ring he'd just given her for Christmas. 'This is beautiful, you can keep going in this direction.'

He snorted a laugh. 'I'd tel you to just pick something out and tel me what you want but [ know that would be a violation of the code or whatever. I think I can manage something appropriately fabulous. October it is. I'l talk to my travel agent when we get back to have him start looking into honeymoon ideas.'

'If we hurry I think we can catch that elevator before the doors close,' she said, pul ing him along.

A simple band of gold. Nothing etched on it or inside it.

No words. This wasn't for anyone else, it was for them, and neither Brandon nor Leah needed a reminder of what the ring meant.

He'd never worn rings, not even for a high-school class or a sports team. He'd pierced his ears in col ege and worn silver hoops in both of them for a short time, but now he wasn't even sure he could force an earring through the old holes. Brandon stood in front of the mirror naked, the hand with the ring on it on his bel y.

Staring.

Leah, wearing only a pair of filmy black panties and a matching bra, came into the bathroom as she slid on a pair of dangling earrings she'd bought from the same guy who'd made the ring. She paused. Her gaze met his in the mirror.

'You're not dressed,' she said.

His cock stirred at the cool command in her voice and the no-nonsense look she gave him. Angry Leah was formidable to see, but she hardly ever got mad at him.

Her discipline always came from a different place for Brandon. 'We're going to be late. You know I hate being late.

He didn't point out that by the sounds coming faintly through the wal s, Kate and Dix weren't exactly rushing to get downstairs, either. Or that it was stil early evening, hours away from midnight. Or that they were in Vegas, where you couldn't be late for anything, because nothing ever ended.

'You should get dressed,' Leah continued, circling behind him while he stayed stil . 'Brandon.'

He swal owed, his prick thickening further. He'd come from the shower, hair dripping, intending to dry off at once and get dressed for the party. The unfamiliar glint of gold on his finger -- the right hand, not the left, had captured his attention. Frozen him. 'What are you looking at?' Leah stopped just behind him, looking around him at his reflection.

He felt the slow tickle of her fingertip on his back, low, just above the crack of his ass. 'This ring.'

She smiled. Her finger whispered along the fine hairs at the base of his spine. Then a little lower. Brandon's dick rose another half an inch and his bal s tightened. You like it.' He nodded.

'I like it, too.' Leah's hand cupped his ass for a moment, then squeezed. 'Go over there and put your hands on the counter.'

He flicked her a glance, surprised, but there was no pretending she wasn't serious. He did as she said. The ring clicked on the marble, and Brandon swal owed hard at the sound. He kept his gaze on her in the mirror.

She was so fucking beautiful it broke him apart. Al the time, but now, with her hair pul ed up to show her neck, the earrings brushing her skin with every step, she took his breath away. Leah's hand lay light on the smal of his back as he bent forwards enough to keep his hands flat on the counter.

'Spread your legs. Feet apart. Let me see that pretty cock.'

He blinked and bit back a smile, but did as she said.

'Do you think that's funny?' Leah pinched his hip, not hard enough to hurt. His cock, ful y hard now, throbbed.

'No.'

She reached between his legs from behind to cup his bal s. 'I can see it in the mirror, Brandon. How hard you are.' Her voice had gone husky and when she licked her lips, his breath caught. A smal shudder traced its way down his spine as Leah weighed his bal s, then ran her thumb back and forth, stroking. She watched in the mirror, expression contemplative. I've been thinking what that domina said, downstairs. About the cock harness.'

His entire body jerked and he made to stand, to turn and face her, but Leah's grip tightened on his nuts.

Brandon didn't move. His fingers clutched on slick marble. His heart raced.

'Shh,' she murmured. Her thumb stroked, stroked. She shifted her hand so her thumb pressed against his asshole.

'Fuck,' he blurted, voice hoarse and raw, and bent his head so his hair fel over his eyes and he wouldn't have to see her face.

He'd come in another few seconds if he saw the look in her eyes, he knew it. With her thumb pressing him so gently back there he almost couldn't feel the pressure, without even touching his cock at al . She owned him.

'That ring,' Leah said in a low, hot voice, 'was a very, very good idea.'

He nodded, waiting. When her other hand came around to grip his cock, he groaned. She stroked him slowly from root to tip, her other hand keeping up the same gentle pressure. He fucked into her hand and she stopped moving it. 'No,' she said. He stopped.

She stood so close her breath gusted against his shoulder and the heat of her body warmed his naked skin. 'There is so much, Brandon. So many things . . .

there is so much we haven't done.'

Leah's voice quavered, and Brandon turned to take her in his arms. He tucked her close, her head just beneath his chin. She hugged him.

He loved her for being uncertain. For worrying. 'We'l figure it out. It's OK.'

She sighed against him, then tipped her face to look up. Doubt crossed her face, replaced in the next moment by a sly grin. She reached between them and rubbed his cock slowly over her bare bel y. But when he bent to kiss her, she turned her head. 'No.'

His mouth stopped a breath away from her cheek. 'You sure?'

Her body moved as her hand also moved his dick against her. i'm sure.'

Frustrated, he dosed his eyes but didn't kiss her. He kept stil , even though he wanted to push against her.

Inside her.

Leah laughed, low and throaty, and stepped back. 'Get dressed.'

He opened his eyes and looked at his cock before he looked at her. 'Now?

'Yes, now. I hear Kate in the living room, and I'm hungry, Brandon.'

He groaned and swept the hair off his forehead. His bal s ached a little. So did his prick. 'Can I have a minute or two?' 'No,' Leah said sternly. She tossed him the pair of briefs on the counter. 'Put these on.'

He did. The front bulged and the fabric rubbed him without mercy. Heat flooded up from his chest to his face. 'Leah . . .' Again, she laughed, teasing, i want you hard, or half-hard, until I'm ready to do something with that gorgeous prick.' He sighed and adjusted himself.

'Yes, ma'am.' Her eyes gleamed. 'Don't get saucy with me, Bearnaise.'

He laughed and she stood on her tiptoes to brush a too-brief kiss over his mouth. When he reached for her, she stepped away, shaking a finger. Brandon dropped his hands, giving in to her.

'Be good,' she admonished, 'and I wil let you lick me, later.' 'I could lick you now . . .'

'No,' she said serenely, and paraded out of the bathroom, cal ing over her shoulder, 'get dressed! Now!'

He snuck a quick rub through the briefs, but Leah ducked back through the door and caught him at it.

'Cock harness,' she warned. Everything inside him pulsed.

'Ah,' she breathed, watching him. i think we might have to stop back at the vendor exhibition tonight, after al .

Leah had never been enamoured of Las Vegas, but she had to admit this trip had been a fabulous idea.

Impulsively, she reached to squeeze Kate in a sideways hug. 'Thank you.'