Daniella

 

After my quickie with Shane, I went over the bar inventory with Max, trying to focus even though I was distracted by the events of the morning.

I’d wanted to argue with Shane when he’d said that was my world and this was his. Tell him we could possibly find some sort of middle ground. But then I realized I’d be going against everything I’d agreed to. At least he’d acknowledged this was more intense than either of us could’ve guessed it would be. And he’d confided in me about where his trust issues came from. But all the information did was confirm the fact he’d never had or ever wanted a relationship. I knew from experience that monogamy could never compete with what he had here at the club.

All of this told me I was better off recognizing this was ending on Wednesday. But if I was to make that happen, I needed to understand what Max was telling me.

“So the liquor arrives from the distributor in boxes?”

He nodded. “Yes. Normally in four, six, or ten packs.”

“And how can I tell what arrives in what?”

He frowned. “It should tell you on each packing slip.”

I held one out for him.

He looked perplexed after scanning it. “Weird. There’s a total, and the box number, but not how many units per package.”

“Exactly. That’s my problem. From the prices, I can determine they weren’t singles, but unless I know the count, I can’t figure out if they’re correct.”

“We should be able to get you the boxes. I don’t get why the number of units aren’t printed on there. I seem to remember seeing they were in the past. But maybe since Heather knows the counts, she hasn’t questioned it.”

Or maybe she was stealing. I didn’t want to believe it simply because Max and Shane would be devastated, but things weren’t adding up. Literally.

“When does the next inventory come in?”

“Later this afternoon in prep for the party. I’m sure Heather could—”

I was already shaking my head. “That’s not gonna work.” Heather was not about to do me any favors, and I was now very suspicious of her.

He chuckled. “Yeah, she’s pretty pissy since finding out about you and Shane.”

“Why, though? In a couple days it’ll be over, and I’ll be gone.”

He quirked his head to the side. “Is that what you want?”

He appeared sincere in his question, and for a moment I thought about being truthful. But this was Shane’s best friend. I chose to stay neutral and not reveal too much. “It’s what we agreed to.”

“Agreements can be amended.”

One of the guys stepped in, calling for Max.

“It’s okay. I know you’re busy. But later this afternoon after the order comes in, can you show me what a typical one looks like? It’ll only take a few minutes.”

“Uh, sure. But I’ll have to figure out something to tell Heather. Inventory is kind of her baby, and she gets territorial over it.”

I bet.

 

***

 

I walked into room forty-two right on time and found Shane waiting in a high wingback chair. Unlike the last time I’d been in one of these rooms, I wasn’t nervous. Instead, I was full of delicious anticipation for what he had in store.

Smiling, I walked towards him, my gaze on his.

“Stop there and strip.”

Whereas this morning had been quick and hurried, I could tell he would now take his time. I started with my boots and then shimmied out of my thong. After that, I removed my stockings and, finally, my dress and bra.

He leaned forward, eyes simmering with lust. “I’ve been fantasizing about something since the first time I met you.”

I swallowed hard. “What’s that?”

“You touching yourself in front me. Making yourself come.”

My sigh was audible. “I’ve never—”

But he wasn’t having it. “You’ve never had me talking you through it. Try. For me?”

How could I possibly say no?

“Take a seat on this chair and spread your legs.”

I did as he requested, watching in stunned silence when he knelt in front of me and put his hands on my thighs.

“I want to be up close and personal while I watch you. Spread your lips; show me that pretty pussy.”

My fingers from one hand dipped down and spread myself open. I was very aware of how close he was. The fingers from my other hand found my clit and rubbed circles.

“Damn, that’s sexy. Do you have any idea how much I want to dive in and taste you? How I plan to put you on the bed and pleasure you with toys and my cock? I’m going to fuck you in your mouth first. I have dreams about how well you suck me off. Then I’m putting a long dildo in your ass while I fuck your pussy at the same time. And finally, I’m going to come all over your luscious body. Mark you with it.”

“Oh, Jesus.” I was rubbing faster and faster with his dirty words, wanting all of it and more.

“That’s it, Dani. Make yourself come, and I’ll lick up your mess.”

“Fuck.” I was there. I was coming under my own hand. I let my head fall back as the climax washed over me. But before I could come down from the rush, Shane was there, pulling my hips into his face and eating me with such abandon it seemed like mere seconds before I was coming again, calling out his name.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His face was still shiny with my wetness as he traveled up to suck on my nipple, giving it a tug with his teeth before doing the same with the other one. “Stay here.”

As I watched with appreciation while he stripped out of his clothes, I found my hand making it’s way back between my legs. I was so very hot for him.

“Christ. I can hear how wet you are. Use this. Make yourself come again.”

He produced a dildo from a package, handing it over already vibrating. I inserted it, letting my eyes flutter closed with the sensation. But they snapped open when he pulled me onto the edge and put my feet on a stool, allowing me to be completely bared for him. I felt a pressure at my backside and realized he was pushing something hard and lubricated inside. I sucked in a shuddered breath at the sensation.

“You have no idea how sexy you are. Play with yourself and come again while I have your mouth.”

He positioned himself at my head, feeding me his cock one glorious inch at a time. I was anxious for the taste of him, but finding it hard to concentrate as I didn’t have the use of my hands. “Allow me.”

He took over for the dildo, pumping it deep inside me while I took a hold of his length and went to work.

“Come with me, baby. I want to feel it while you swallow it down.”

My body erupted, and as a result, his did too. Although an orgasm made it tough to remember to swallow, I managed to get most of it in my mouth. The rest spilled onto my chest, which served to turn him on even more.

“Christ, I love the sight of my cum on your tits. But I’m not done with you.”

I was grateful when he scooped me up and lay me on the bed because I wasn’t sure I had the strength to do it under my own power. I’d lost the vibrator, but he’d kept the dildo in my ass. He was now moving that slowly.

“Are you sore?”

“A little, but not bad.”

“Good.”

He quickly put on a condom and was on top of me in minutes. “Wrap your legs around me, gorgeous, and hold on. I’m going to pound you hard.”

Although I’d just had three intense orgasms, my body was greedy for more. So when he entered me, I tightened my intimate muscles around him, liking the way I’d taken him off guard.

“Jesus.”

The only thing missing, however, was the way he buried his face in my neck instead of taking my lips. But I didn’t have time to dwell on the disappointment because he was giving me another orgasm, followed by flipping me over and taking me hard from behind. The primal sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the room. He insisted on another and then another, stealing them from my body as if in a challenge. Then he did as he’d promised, losing the condom and coming all over my ass.

“Let’s take a shower, and then I need to get prepared for the party.”

Right. The party. Where did this man get his energy?