Chapter 29

Ian

I have no idea why I’m standing at this table in Ampere and not on my way back home. I had a few drinks, danced, and got laid. My usual night on the town checklist was complete twenty minutes ago, but I can’t seem to pull myself away.

Lorali is chatting animatedly with her roommates and I’m standing here alongside her, nursing a beer, and one hundred percent content with the situation. In this moment in time I have nowhere else I’d rather be. My fingertips are stroking her exposed back leisurely while I run the last hour through my head.

I was enraged when I started dancing with her and she was rubbing that sweet little ass all over my cock, having no clue on her part that it was me. I decided right then and there I was done; just give her one last rough kiss. Let her know what she was missing out on and walk the fuck away, which in and of itself was strange. It bothered me that it bothered me. I’ve never spent a minute worrying about what a woman was doing so long as I got mine if I wanted it, and to come unhinged at the idea that she’d dance seductively with another man was cause for concern. Only I couldn’t stay away, not even for ten minutes: another cause for concern.

I had no idea what I was going to say to her when she came out of the restroom, but when she emerged and she looked resigned with what had happened on the dance floor, I could no longer hold my anger in. I never should’ve snapped at her. Hell, I never should’ve questioned her. I don’t own her. One date and a finger fuck didn’t make her mine.

Her response! Fuck me! Talk about zero to seduction in fifteen seconds! I know I’ll have my hands full with this little hellcat. I have a feeling she’ll keep me on my toes, because she doesn’t seem to be one to take my shit.

I look down at her when I feel her eyes on me. She’s smiling up at me; her gorgeous face is flushed from the heat and alcohol. I reach down and kiss her mouth. I feel her grin against my lips when her friends make a squealing noise at our embrace. Pulling away, I watch her roll her eyes.

A warm hand lands on my shoulder and I turn towards the source. My cousin, Garrett has slid in beside me.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he says with a smirk that says he’s not sorry. He raises an eyebrow which for him means he’s asking “Conquest for the night?”

I frown and shake my head ever so slightly. To prove she’s not just some random I’ve picked up for tonight I make introductions around the table. Lorali has to help me with the names of her friends as I’ve been paying so much attention to her their names have slipped my mind.

“Garret Hale,” he says shaking hands with each woman, lingering with a seductive smile on Alexa. Oh Lord! Looks like Garrett has set his sights on her!

I smack him on the shoulder and glare at him. I’m trying to convey to him that this particular group of women is off limits. No way will I allow his short-lived extracurricular activities to interfere or cause problems with Lorali and me.

The confused look on his face tells me that he knows I’m acting out of character. We have the same motto so to speak. We aren’t womanizers, but we’re very up front with our expectations and we only get involved with women who understand that we’re available for a mutually satisfying sexual relationship that’ll end before the sun comes up. We don’t make promises or use the pretense of a relationship to bed a woman. It’s not necessary since there are so many women around who have the same goals as us. Now don’t get me wrong, I do have women who try to attach themselves to me, but usually it’s more because of the out this world sex or the money that I’m able to offer and less because they want a relationship past that.

We stand around and chit chat, and I can tell that Lorali is getting tired. She’s stopped drinking alcohol and is now sipping a bottle of water. I smile, impressed that even though she’s out with her friends, she’s able to recognize her limits and stops before she takes it too far. Many women don’t.

“You want to get out of here?” I whisper in her ear.

“I planned to catch a cab with Alexa and Josie but you can take me home if you’d like. They don’t look anywhere near ready to leave.” She smiles over at Alexa, who’s flirting heavily with Garrett. I shake my head; apparently my warning has fallen on deaf ears.

I half smile at her; she notices.

“What’s wrong?” She asks confused by my response.

“Babe, I’ve no desire to take you anywhere but home with me.” She grins like she hadn’t even considered my place as an option.

“I have the bingo hall opening tomorrow at eleven.” She says and I can tell it’s a feeble attempt on her part to try to say no without actually using the words.

“I’ll get you to work on time.” I grin, letting her know she’s not getting away that easily. “Let’s get out of here.”

We say our goodbyes and head out front where my driver is waiting. I smile as I slide into the back of the car. The plans and positions I have running through my head have my cock hard before we even pull away from the curb. Lorali leans against me and sighs. I can tell she’s quite content where she is beside me as well. I can’t wait to get her home…and under me.

It only takes twenty-five minutes for the driver to get to my house, but apparently that’s just long enough for Lorali to pass smooth out…even mild nudging doesn’t wake her up. Well fuck, my plans have changed!

I lift her from the back seat, and I can’t help but sigh when her dress shifts, exposing most of her breast. The driver is lucky he stayed in the car. I would hate to have to put her down and beat the shit out of him for taking liberties and looking at her. Calm down gladiator. You don’t own her.

I kick off my shoes at the entry way. If I’m being honest, I’m hoping the jostling will wake her so I can spend the rest of the night exhausting her, but the slight snore she’s emitting tells me she’s already there. I carry her like a bride to my bedroom and gently lay her on my bed. With as much modesty as I can manage, I remove her dress, not wanting the scratchy fabric rubbing on me the rest of the night, and cover her with the blanket.

I stand at the edge of the bed and watch her sleep. She. Is. Beautiful. I’ve never met a woman before that enchants me as much as she does. The feelings were unnerving at first but now that she’s here, asleep in my bed, I feel a sense of calm, like all is right in the world; well everything but this raging hard-on that’ll have to wait. Again.

I head to the bathroom and take care of business. I contemplate a shower but toss the idea away. Even though she’s in my bed I want to keep the smell of her and the crazy sex we had at the club on my skin. I slide my boxers off and slip into bed.

She’s turned to her side and I curl up behind her. The warmth and smoothness of her skin makes my cock stand at attention. I sigh against her back, close my eyes, and pray she wakes up early, because I have something to give her.