Ren

 

“Hey, Ren?”

I glanced up from my computer. “What’s up, Madison?”

“I’m going to be taking my break soon and Peter wanted to know if you can cover the bar when he takes his break?  It’s really busy tonight and he doesn’t want to leave Mike alone.”

“Wednesdays always are.  Tell Pete I’ll be out in five.”

“Okay.”

She lingered in the doorway of my office and I raised my eyebrows at her.  “What?”

“Nothing.”  A cheeky grin crossed her face.  “Just thought you might want to know that Rachel’s here and she’s sitting with Asher Stokes and Knox Jameson.”

She closed my door, but I was already on my feet and crossing the small office.  What the hell was Rachel doing here?  It was a goddamn Wednesday.

I yanked open my office door and stormed down the hallway and into the bar.  It was crowded with people and normally that made me happy, but tonight?  Tonight I was pissed that I couldn’t find Rachel in the crowds.  I started searching the tables one-by-one as the sound of a dying goose came to my left.  I studied the dance floor, grimacing at the blonde woman who was standing next to the karaoke machine and murdering an Adele song.

I turned back to the tables, my eyes narrowing when I saw Rachel leave her table and head toward the bathrooms.  She was wearing tight jeans and a shirt that… shit, it was so tight I could see the outline of the lace on her bra beneath it.  My nostrils flared.  I don’t know what the hell was going on with my sweet Rachel, but her new habit of wearing clothing that showed off her magnificent tits was going to be the goddamn death of me.

She disappeared into the bathroom and I waited a few minutes, trying to cool my lust and my jealousy.  When I thought I had it under control, I turned my attention to the two men sitting at her table.  Anger immediately swallowed me whole and I made my way to their table, my hands already in fists and my muscles vibrating with rage.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, asshole?”

Knox nearly spit out his beer as Asher gave me a cool look.  “Nice to see you again, Ren.”

I leaned down until my face was only inches from his.  “I told you to stay away from her.  She belongs to me.”

“And I told you I wasn’t after your woman.  Now get your face out of mine.”

I refused to move as Knox said, “Ren, you idiot.  Walk away before Ash turns you to mincemeat.”

“If you go anywhere near her, I’ll -”

“Walk. Away.”  Asher’s voice was calm, but I could hear the anger simmering beneath it.  It amped mine up and I was getting ready to do something truly stupid when I heard Rachel’s soft voice.

“Ren?  What are you doing?”

I straightened and held out my hand.  “Come with me.”

To my relief, she didn’t argue, just took my hand in her small one.  I walked her across the bar and out the door.

“Ren?  Where are we going?”

I didn’t reply as I searched the parking lot for her car.  When I found it, I walked briskly toward it, as Rachel hurried along beside me.

She pulled her hand from mine when I stopped next to her car and gave me a confused look.  “What are you doing?”

“Get in your car and go home, Rachel.”

She glared at me.  “No.”

“Yes.”

“You’re not my damn boss, Ren Parker.  I’m going back to Asher and Knox and -”

I pulled her into my arms, my hand cupping the back of her neck as I scowled down at her.  “You stay away from the both of them.  You belong to me and I don’t want you anywhere near that manwhore Knox Jameson.”

“I don’t belong to you.  I’m a person, not a -”

Hearing her say she didn’t belong to me sent jealousy rocketing through my body.  I kissed her on the mouth, stopping her protests.  She returned my kiss and didn’t object when I shoved my tongue deep into her mouth.

I kissed her until I was desperate for oxygen.  I pulled away, both of us gasping for air, as she stared wide-eyed at me.

I cupped her face and rubbed my thumb along her bottom lip.  “You belong to me.  Say it.”

“I belong to you,” she whispered.

“That’s right.  Now, get in your car and go home.”

“I don’t want to.  We need to talk about -”

I squeezed her ass and nipped her bottom lip.  “Go home, strip down to your panties and wait for me in your bedroom.”

“I – what?”

“Go home, take off everything but your panties and wait for me in your bedroom.  I’ll be there in an hour.  I want you to lie on your bed and think about how good it’s going to feel when I fuck you, Rachel.”

“Ren,” she moaned as I squeezed her ass again and then nuzzled her neck.

“Go home, Rachel.  Go home and think about me kissing you, touching you, fucking you.  I want you wet when I get there, but don’t touch your sweet pussy.  That’s for my fingers only.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”  I touched her hair that was piled on top of her head in its usual bun. “I want your hair down when I get there.”

“O-okay.”

I kissed her once more, palming her ass through her jeans and pressing my erection against her so she could see what she fucking did to me.  “Be careful driving home.”

“I will.”

“That’s my good girl.  I’ll see you in an hour.”

 

* * *

 

Ren

 

Rachel’s house was small and cozy.  She had left the front door unlocked for me and despite never being in her house before, it took me less than a minute to find her bedroom.  I eased open the door and my dick immediately hardened.  In the dim glow of the lamp next to the bed, Rachel looked like a goddess.  She was wearing just a pair of pink panties and she was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.  I sat down on the bed beside her and studied her gorgeous body.  Her nipples were hard points and her breathing was short and shallow.  She continued to stare at the ceiling, but I could see the nervousness etched into her face.

“Sweetheart -”

“I don’t have any condoms.  I thought I did, but they’re expired because I was waiting for…”

Her cheeks turned pink.  She still wouldn’t look at me and she made a nervous gasp when I rested my hand on her abdomen.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

She pressed her lips together before turning her head.  Her dark eyes were wide with anxiety and I rubbed her warm skin.  “Waiting for what, Rachel?”

She took a deep breath.  “You.  I wanted you to be my first.”

A smug grin crossed my face.  I knew it made me look like a total dickhead, but I couldn’t help it. 

The flush on her cheeks was moving down her throat and over her chest.  “Stop looking so smug.”

I stripped off my t-shirt and relaxed on my side next to her.  I traced tiny circles between her breasts as she made a low moan.  “Did you do what I asked, sweetheart?  Did you think about me fucking you?  Are you wet for me now?”

Her gaze skittered away from mine.  “I wanted to. I mean, I tried to, but I got anxious about the condom thing and I didn’t know if I should text you, but then I didn’t have your number anyway.  And I was afraid if I told you I didn’t have condoms, you wouldn’t come over and I really wanted you to come over.  But I’m an idiot because it’s not like we’re going to have sex without a condom, and now I’ve messed everything up again and I’m going to be a virgin for the rest of my fucking life!”

She dragged in a breath and before she could say anything else, I leaned over and kissed her.  I pushed my tongue into her mouth, flicking at hers as I threaded my fingers into her long, soft hair.  When I pulled back, she was breathless, and the anxiety had disappeared from her gaze.

“Better?”  I petted her long hair and pressed a kiss against her forehead.

“Yes.”

“Good.”  I traced her collarbone with the tips of my fingers.  “I have condoms, sweetheart.”

“Oh thank God.”

The relief in her voice made me smile.  I took her hand and linked my fingers with hers.  “Are you on the pill, Rachel?”

“Yeah.  My period is pretty bad if I’m not so I… uh, sorry, that’s not something you want to know.”

She was wrong.  I wanted to know everything about her.

She bit her lip.  “Anyway, I am, but if you have condoms, what does it matter?”

I let go of her hand and reached into my back pocket for my phone.  She watched with confusion as I tapped something into my phone before turning the screen toward her.  “Look at this.”

She studied the screen, her forehead wrinkling in a truly adorable way.  “Is that – are these your medical records?”

I nodded, and she gave me another look of confusion.  “Why do you have these in your phone?”

“Because I want to fuck you without a condom, sweetheart.  I want nothing between us for your first time.  I want to feel the warmth and wetness of your pussy around my bare cock, so I want you to see that I’m clean.  But, if you’re still not comfortable with that, then I’ll use a condom.”

She stared at me for a moment before plucking my phone from my grip.  She scrolled across the screen, reading my records with the careful concentration of a lawyer going over a contract.  I couldn’t stop my grin and she flushed a little when she finally gave me my phone back.

“What?”

“Nothing.  I just love how carefully you read it.”

“It’s important to know your boyfriend’s past sexual history.  A girl has to protect her body from…oh God, I didn’t mean boyfriend, I meant a random guy that you have sex with.  Wait… not that you’re just a random guy.  You’re, um -”

I kissed her again and I could almost feel her relief at the way I’d stopped the flow of words.  She returned my kisses with eagerness and I cupped her bare breast, loving the softness of her skin.  I flicked her nipple with my thumb and she gasped into my mouth before arching her back.

I pulled back and she pouted at me.  “Please, Ren.”

“Soon.  We haven’t finished our conversation.  Will you let me take you bare, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”  There was no hesitation in her voice and the last of my well-hidden anxiety disappeared.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, Rach,” I whispered into her ear as I cupped her breast again.  I sucked on her earlobe.  “Let’s get naked, what do you say?”

Her soft laugh turned into a moan when I pulled on her hard nipple.  “Yes.  Yes, naked is a very good idea.”