Sweet Surrender (15 page)

One of his arms snuck out and pulled her over as he moved quickly above her.
Well, hello there. Someone is excited to see me!
She giggled.

He rubbed the lower half of his body against her naked one, sending her into overdrive.
And all he was doing was rubbing, Jesus this man was talented
.

“Morning, beautiful. Are you in a better mood now than before?” he asked as he grinded his pelvis into hers.

“Yes, I am. Also, I’m very happy that you’re here.” Reaching down between them, she wrapped her hand as much as she could around his arousal. “What plans do you have for this?” As she said that, she started to stroke him up and down.

Pushing his hips further into her hand, he teased, “I could think of several ways to use that, baby. Take you pick and I shall deliver.” 

So could I!

The thing she enjoyed most the night before was Dom being inside her, but since that would never happen again, she went with the second best thing. Pushing Joey onto his back, she straddled his hips, feeling him harden further.

“I want to ride you,” she whispered. She had only done it twice, last night and the other time with her ex. She had loved both times, more so with Joey.

Moving his hands behind his head, he grinned up at her. “Have your way with me, babe. I’m all yours for the taking.” That was the last thing they said to each other as she sheltered him inside of her.

D
om could not think past how careless he had been, leaving Chantal in her bed.
At least she wasn’t alone.
That thought did not help ease his mind as much as it should. In the twelve hours that had passed since he left her, he had rejected all her calls and deleted all text messages that she sent him, and even did the same to Joey.

He didn’t want to hear anything from Joey, as he was there with her and not him. He wanted to stay and lay there as he watched her sleep, but he didn’t want to give her the wrong impression. Everything he did was wrong. Shaking his head, he walked into his bathroom and just stood there, thinking of the events of the night before.

He had waited outside Chantal’s door as Joey walked in. After about five minutes had passed, he made his way inside and stopped in front of the open bedroom door. The sight of Chantal tied to her bed, blindfolded, and wearing the tiniest light blue teddy and thong, had him hard as granite.

Joey worked her over with ice, and then his mouth. Dom could see just how wet she was; it glistened in the light from the lamp in the room. Her moan was the sweetest thing he had ever heard. His dick had a mind of its own, he wanted inside of Chantal, immediately. He rearranged himself as Joey ordered her to open her mouth. Then, she did the hottest thing. She allowed Joey to push his cock into her mouth, with no smart ass reply.

He was astonished at how easily she had taken the command from him;
maybe she was submissive, after all.

All he had wanted to do in that moment was slip between her legs and taste her, while she sucked on Joey’s cock.

Once Joey entered her, though, Dom had nearly lost his mind. Violent urges flooded through him. Chantal was his and no one else’s. He had calmed himself, remembering that was not the case, as much as he might want it to be. He could not think that way, couldn’t do that to himself, let alone her. She wasn’t his, and never would be. If there were only ever going to be the one night between them, he would take whatever she gave him. He could not let his heart show what he wanted most and would stick to the only thing he knew how to give to a woman—his body to use.

When she screamed, “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” “Fuck, Jesus Christ,”  “Harder, faster, deeper ... Fuck you feel good.” He wanted to make her scream that to him, and knew he would have his chance.  He nearly came then in his hand as she said those words.

When Dom finally had the chance to lick over her inflamed clit, her legs shook. He moaned at the taste of her; he had never imagined she would taste that sweet. He would never get enough. She would be his addiction.

Later, as he had stood behind her, and watched the way her body moved on top of Joey’s, the sight almost had him ripping her off of him. His thoughts of possessiveness kept betraying him. But, he couldn’t hold off being inside of her anymore, no matter where it was, and when he finally thrust into her ass, he had to grit his teeth as she gripped his cock with her muscles. The little gasps, moans, and groans that came from her made it hard for him to keep his rhythm. He could not keep his hands to himself as he ran them over her hot little body. Her body was perfection, and he had admired it from behind. His feelings for her started to kick in then, so he pulled out of her quickly and stepped away from the bed...from her.

He had to get his mind back on the game, so he slid his cock between her parted lips. The way she rubbed over his piercings had sent him over the edge and he exploded into her mouth. The little temptress had smiled around him, and then climaxed at his taste. A little trail escaped from her mouth; so he leaned over, wiped it up with his finger, and shoved it back in. The way she greedily sucked the cum off of his finger had instantly made his dick hard, ready for her again.

He wanted to feel her fall apart around him, so he finally positioned himself between her legs. As he entered her, she had wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in as much as he could go.

It felt like heaven, somewhere where he could stay forever. It felt like home to him. He had felt wanted and accepted, by the only person that mattered in his world. Glancing down at her, he had seen the emotions all over her sweet face, but he couldn’t handle it, so he quickly pulled out and moved her on all fours. He had to do it that way, and not see that look in her eyes. That was not real; she wouldn’t want that with him.

The feelings he had for Chantal were strong, stronger than he had had with anyone before, but to think that he was in love with her? No. He wasn’t.

He slapped his hand over his face. What was wrong with him? She wanted to be with him, not just in the bedroom, but out of it as well. However, the amount of people that he knew and saw on a daily basis would not be able to keep his secret for long and would end up telling her. He didn’t need that, not yet.

He needed time to tell her himself, not have her hear it from someone else. Maybe he should go back and see how she is—like that would go down well. He had left straight after they spent the night together. She wasn’t going to talk to him, not after the way he behaved. Slipping on a shirt, he walked out and jumped into his truck.
I am just going to go and see if she is ok
, he told himself. He just needed to see her, in person, and maybe he could gauge how badly he had hurt her.

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C
hantal was running late in meeting Bryan at her shop. She had sent him a message saying that she would be there soon, as something had come up. She grinned, thinking how the only thing that was
up
at the time she sent that message had been Joey.

Although she had woken early, spending more time with Joey that morning had resulted in hours of fun. She had enjoyed every second of it, but the events of the night before kept crawling back inside her head. It had taken him five years to be in her bed, and it was worth the wait, but she did not understand what was going on with him. Pulling up at a set of traffic lights, she checked her phone for the hundredth time; still nothing back from him.

She gave up. She wasn’t going to keep asking him what was wrong, if he wouldn’t even answer any of her messages. She was over the way his moods changed so often around her.

A horn honked behind her bringing her out of her haze. As she turned right onto Cartwright Drive, her phone beeped. When she leaned over to grab it, a car on the other side moved into her lane. Staring wide-eyed at the car heading right for her, she pulled to the left and out of the way, but the driver followed her movements.

Why were they driving on the wrong side?

Glancing over the car, she noted as much of detail as possible as it continued heading her direction; memorizing the number plate, the make and model, and color. She squinted her eyes and tried to see what the driver looked like, but couldn’t make anything out. The car was only meters away from hitting her car head-on, so she quickly looked around for anywhere she could turn. Noticing an alleyway ahead, she readied herself, and abruptly pulled down it. She screamed as the side of her car scraped against the brick walls, and held on to the steering wheel as it jerked left, then right. Slamming her foot onto the brakes, she hit her head on the steering wheel as her car screeched to a halt.

Groaning at the pain shooting through her, she gasped for air.
What was that person doing, driving on the wrong side?
Undoing her belt, she sat were she was, unmoving, and tried to calm her breathing down.

Feeling around for her phone, she dialed the first number she had on display.

“Channy, what is taking you so long? I need your opinion on where I have placed the change rooms, and the new shelving.”

“Bryan, can you come and get me, please,” she whispered. Her head was really starting to throb now. Lifting her hand to her head, she lightly applied pressure to where it hurt the most.

“Where are you? And why are you whispering?”

“Someone just tried to run me off the road, and now I’m parked in an alleyway.”

“What? Are you all right? Shit. I’m on my way, which alley? Stay on the phone for me, ok.”

“The alley down on Cartwright Drive.”

Jesus, her head hurt. She shifted over towards the mirror and removed her hand to assess the damage. “Oh, God,” she moaned. A trickle of blood slowly ran down her forehead, straight over her nose. After seeing the blood, she was starting to feel lightheaded.

“Channy? Tell me what’s wrong?” Her phone started beeping constantly in her ear. Damn it! She never charged it last night.

Moving it from her ear, she looked down at it as it flashed at her. “Bryan, my phone is about to die. Please hurry, don’t feel too....” Groaning, she let go of her phone and watched as it left her hands and fell onto the seat beside her. She closed her eyes, as everything that she looked at was hurting them.

She heard her door open, and someone leant in, rubbing her arm, “Baby.” Dom was here? She must have really hit her head, for him to be here with her.

Opening her eyes, she slowly looked up, into Joey’s eye. Why would she think that Dom would come looking for her? No. She was not going to think about him right then. She lifted her head, off the chair. “Joey.”

“I’m here, baby,” he told her as he knelt down near the door and rubbed over her cheek softly. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

Lifting herself up more, she responded, “Just my head.”

“Don’t move. Let the paramedics have a look at you.” Joey started to stand up, but she pulled his arm back to her.

“I’m fine, really. I don’t need to be seen by them,” she answered him, as she held back a groan. She shouldn’t have moved. The pain had intensified in the front of her head.

“Chantal, you hit your head. They will need to have a look at you. Can you do it for me, so I know you are alright?” he pleaded with her, kneeling again.

She nodded, and he moved out of the way, as a paramedic knelt where he was and checked her over.

After ten minutes of being poked and prodded, and questioned by the local police, she got the all clear to leave. As long as she took it easy, and had a check-up in two days, everything would be fine. The police took her statement, but there was nothing they could do. The number plate was a fake and she couldn’t even describe what the driver looked like.

Arriving at her shop, Joey parked and hopped out, walked around to her door and opened it for her. Smiling, he helped her down.

Chantal leaned against him as they made their way up to the front door and stepped inside. “Where do you want to sit?”

She pointed to the chair near the back corner, and he helped her to the seat and sat down. “I’ll grab you a drink, from out back.” Nodding, she watched as he left. Bryan shot through the door, scaring her half to death.

“Thank God, you are alright. You scared me when your phone died,” he whispered to her as his arms wrapped around her shoulders.

“Did you call Joey?”

“Yeah, I did. His number was in your office.” He released her, and then sat down beside her.

“Thank you for that.”

“So, since I know you are over talking about what happened, tell me how you want the shelves set up.” She was glad that he changed the subject. She couldn’t talk about the accident; too many people had already asked her what had happened.

She sat there for the next hour, while they went back and forth as to where the best place would be to secure the shelves. After that, there were the changing rooms. Joey sat beside her as they both watched as Bryan and his apprentice struggled lifting the erected room. She slapped him on his leg as he laughed out loud at them. “Go over and help them out.”

He leaned in close to her, his lips inches away from hers, and whispered, “You only want to see me with no shirt on, babe.” He lightly nipped her, and then was up and across the room before she could have said or done anything. Damn him. He winked back at her, as he ripped off his shirt and threw it her way. Giggling, she watched as they lifted it one way, then the other way. Her stomach started to hurt from all the laughter. She was also panting as she watched Joey move around her shop.
God, his body was fine.
The way each one of his muscles rippled with his movements, it was like watching someone dance. Every time he lifted something, the muscles in his arms bulged at the weight,
and his legs?
She moaned to herself. She knew what was exactly under those jeans.

Lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t hear her name being called, until someone tapped her on her shoulder. “Chantal.”

Groaning, what was Dom doing here, and how did he find her shop.

Not turning around, she asked, “What do you want, Dominic?”