This morning, I dropped Melissa off at the airport. She fed me some bullshit about needing to handle some family crisis. One that just happens to be in New York where Beck Investment Firm is. I’ve uncovered her motives to leak info about my family to the press. She is a fucking mole … placed in our lives to get dirt on Claude. Her father, Trevor, currently a shareholder of the company, has been spotted in mixed company with the motherfucker who’s made several attempts at a hostile takeover. The man in question is Ted. During our meeting with our father and uncle, it was mentioned that Ted offered to buy controlling shares, and when that attempt failed, he tried to convince some of our shareholders to vote to replace some of our board of directors. It doesn’t take a genius to guess that he wanted to replace them with more pliable members who would feed his objectives.
Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon a picture of Trevor in Melissa’s caller ID. I initially agreed to meet up with her to find out what the hell kind of game she was playing. She suggested we meet at some swanky restaurant—neutral ground. At some point, she excused herself to go to the ladies’ room. Up to that point, she’d only given me lies and excuses. Pleading that she did it to get my attention—to punish me for letting her leave that day. I was ready to give her crazy ass the boot a second time until a phone rang beneath the table. It had fallen out of her cardigan. I know this because I watched her take her phone with her to the restroom. This was a second phone. I turned it over long enough to see the caller ID picture. It was Trevor. I silenced it and placed it back where it was. I got up to go the men’s room, careful to let her return first. I didn’t want her to guess that I had seen the phone when she realized she had a missed call. When I returned to the table, she eyed me suspiciously, looking for any indication that her cover was blown.
I deserve an Academy Award for my feigned ignorance. She bought it. I knew right then that I was going to let her get her way—or so she thought. I invited her on the tour, logic being she needed to fix this. I gave her no false promises. Just a chance for her to try. In reality, I needed her close so that I could investigate her role in this game of wits. I couldn’t let Sevyn or anyone else know what I stumbled upon. Couldn’t leave this to chance. I will unravel her father’s little plan from the inside out, and then I will toss her out on her ass.
I put the rental in park and head into the house. It’s still fairly early on a Saturday morning, so I doubt the guys are up after our night out last night. I glance at my watch. It’s barely eight, but I’m not in the mood for a run this morning. The first person I see when I step through the threshold is Lourdes. She’s dancing like a looney toon to some music only she can hear. She wiggles her ass in those fuck me shorts that drive me mad. Needless to say, I’m inclined to watch. Finally, she turns and catches me staring at her slack-jawed. She isn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples bead against the fabric of her tank. She removes the earbuds from her ears, one by one, spatula in the other hand.
“Don’t stop now,” I encourage as I approach her hungrily. And not for food.
“Um. You scared me. I was, uh—”
“You were what? Being a cock tease again?”
“No. I had no idea you were over by the door being a creeper.”
I look at the spread she has laid out. Egg white omelet, fruit, and wheat toast. Did she just make this for me?
“Is that food for me?” I ask but already know the answer.
“Yes.”
Her eyes cast down, and my dick strains against my joggers. Her natural submission to me is such a turn-on. I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it most of the time.
“So after denying you an orgasm last night and ending the night with Melissa, you decided to make me breakfast?”
She nods and then turns away. She fiddles with making tea. Some tea kettle shit that I have no idea how it works.
“What else do you have for me?” My dick is now pressed against her ass as I grab her hips.
“Just breakfast,” she insists, but the way her body relaxes into mine tells another tale.
“Really? Because I can think of a few things I have a taste for.”
My lips skim her neck, inhaling her scent. Anyone could walk through at any moment, but the idea only fuels my desire. I’m walking a fine line, and I don’t give a shit. I’m not used to denying myself of something I want, and right now, my dick wants her. I knew the moment I walked in and saw her in those shorts that I was done fighting it.
“I don’t want to be your afterthought, Diesel. You slept with her. You don’t get to have both.”
“That’s not what your greedy little pussy was saying last night, princess. I doubt much has changed overnight.”
“Ugh. So you’re not going to even deny you fucked her last night?”
She pulls away from me, but I hold her in my embrace.
“Give me more credit than that, doll. Let me get something straight. I didn’t fuck Melissa last night.”
My mouth brushes her ear as I dish her a slice of reality. “I haven’t touched her since she waltzed back into my life. Not even when she came back with us to the tour bus the first time.”
“So you haven’t kissed her or anything?”
“Nope.”
“She sure likes sitting on your lap. I don’t get it. What is she to you then? Why is she here?”
“I’ve already said too much. Just know that I don’t have a romantic interest in Melissa.”
Her body relaxes into me again. I know that wheel in her head will continue to turn, but for now, she’s satisfied with the tidbit I just gave her. I’m going to regret it, so I might as well speed straight the fuck ahead. Make it worth it. I spin her around so she faces me. I easily lift her petite frame and place her on the island behind us. Her eyes soften, and the moment that passes between us fucking crushes me. I miss her softness. I pull the elastic from her top bun, watching as her dark hair falls past her shoulders.
Taking her face in my palms, I bring her closer. Our lips unite slowly, intentionally, logic fading to the background. Our tongues swirl with unadulterated passion and desperation builds. I nibble at the seam of her lips and then lick the pain away. I devour her every breath, consuming her like a drug. Her little moans make me unbelievably hard. I have to have a taste of her sweetness.
I lean her back and remove her shorts with one deft pull. Her pussy is bare for me and glistening with her essence. Throwing all fucks out the window, I bury my face in her heat. Wasting no time, I wrap her legs around my neck, urgently needing to be closer. I lick her clit, building her up, and then keeping her on edge. I alternate sucks and nibbles, my own cock in my hand as I stroke my hard-on. I tongue her pussy and watch as her head falls back.
“Please don’t stop. I need you so much,” she admits. She tries to stifle her moans, but each plunge of my tongue deeper into her depths tears at her self-control. Her ass wiggles against the granite, bucking against my face.
I remove my tongue, and she pulls me by the hair. “Please, Diesel. Make me come.” If Xander saw her like this, he’d no doubt whip my ass. Or try to anyway. I loosen her fingers from my hair and bring her pussy back to the edge of the island. I take her mouth, then impale her on my waiting dick.
She throws her head back, the bounce on my dick an indication of her approval. This won’t be sweet or like making love. I need to pound her cunt. Remind her who owns it. I fuck her hard, each drive deeper than the last. Her tits bounce between us, and she struggles to keep our rhythm.
“Is this what you wanted, Lourdes?”
My balls begin to tingle, and I know that I’m close—but not before her.
“My dick,” she swears as I angle her just right.
“Yours.” The words die on my lips, but they have their intended effect. Her orgasm is explosive, milking me as she rides every drop from me. The truth was ripped me, and it’s too late to put the lid on it. She owns me and my dick. I won’t even speak of my heart. I stand motionless as my cock continues to throb with my release.
“Thanks for breakfast,” I finally say.
She hits my chest but then places a chaste kiss on my cheek.
“You better eat the omelet I made you,” she warns.
“Absolutely, babe. I’ve worked up the quite the appetite.”
I swat her ass as she hops down and pulls her shorts back on. Her cheeks hang from beneath, and I swear it’s getting me excited all over again.
“You have quite the infatuation with my ass,” she surmises.
“Infatuation … obsession, it’s all the same. You need to burn those fuck me shorts, princess.”
“If they get me pounded like just now, then not a chance,” she flirts.
She pulls them higher above her ass as she sashays out of the room. I’m tempted to go after her and drag her to my bed. Two reasons save her. One, I doubt I can get a round two in without being caught since the guys should be getting up any minute now. Reason two, being the most fucked up, is I can’t bring her to a bed I shared with Melissa even if nothing took place there.
I smile as I grab my plate of eggs and fruit. I’m sure it will pale compared to the taste of her pussy. I have no idea what the hell we’re doing or where we go from here. My mission is still a go, and she isn’t a part of the game of wits. My next move must be thought out with precision. I can’t let any pussy, no matter how amazing, get in the way.
As predicted, the guys begin to trickle in within the next thirty minutes. They’re surprised to see me up with a guitar in my hand.
“Morning, fuckers! I thought you were going sleep the day away.”
“We all can’t be morning people, asswipe. Why the hell are you so chipper? Melissa gave you a little to take the edge off before she left?” Keyser laughs hysterically at his own jab.
“Working on a new song,” I say cryptically. The lyrics have been evading me—I’ve been stuck—but now they’re pouring out me like a damn waterfall. I have no doubts that the source is Lourdes. She’s my muse … my happy place. The more I try to escape her hold, the more she pulls me back under her spell.
I don’t know how to proceed with her. I hate feeling dependent on anyone—giving anyone the power to hurt me. I value my control. I can’t relinquish it to her.
Keyser was still talking to me, but I hadn’t heard a word he said. I need to work on this song while I’m feeling it, so I’ll deal with the Lourdes situation later. For now, I’ll ride this high.
“Yeah, man. I’m going to take this outside,” I inform them as I hold the paper containing the lyrics on it. The clattering of dishes and conversations in the kitchen were distracting.
I walk down to the water’s edge and have a seat before I begin to play. All my hopes and fears pour out through my fingers as I strum the strings. Oh, my beautiful muse … what am I going to do with you?