CHAPTER 11
Carter
One week later
“Wow,” she says as I hold the door open for her. “I’ve only ever seen hotels like this in movies.”
“Me too,” I say. “I’m just as excited as you are.”
We both step inside to the presidential penthouse suite. The first thing that I see is the Jacuzzi.
“Shall we?” I ask.
“Yes!” she says.
We slip into our swimsuits and then into the Jacuzzi. I pour two flutes of champagne from the bottle that was left on ice in our room. Am I ever glad I ordered in advance.
Everything is so perfect. We don’t even have to move a muscle.
But right now her muscles are the number one priority on my mind.
“Ready for your massage?” I ask.
“We’ve got a masseuse coming?”
With my free hand I play an imaginary piano in the air showing my fingers are warmed up and ready.
“Oh. Even better,” she says just before she slides in front of me.
The minute her backside makes contact with my lap I go to instant erection.
“Is that part of the massage,” she jokes.
“Well, he can massage you or you can massage him?” I say.
“I would love to,” she says reaching her hand around and running it along my thigh.
“Just not right now,” I say, grabbing her wrist and moving it to a comfortable resting position. “Right now is all about you and your satisfaction. Satisfaction while you relax completely.”
“I don’t mind,” she says.
“I do. There will be plenty of us time later. Believe me. Right now I want you to focus one hundred percent on you time. Be selfish even. If you’re selfish we both win because I know how much I’m going to enjoy this…how much I already am enjoying this,” I say as I begin massaging her shoulders.
She sets her flute down just next to the side of the tub and allows her head to fall back onto my shoulder. She fits perfectly there, just as I knew she would.
The feeling of her wet hair against my body is one I haven’t experienced before, but just like everything about her it’s absolutely perfect…especially when it involves part of her touching part of me.
I can’t get enough of the feeling of her. That’s probably one of the reasons I might just be enjoying this massage more than she is, and based by the noises she’s making she’s enjoying it a whole lot.
I’m extremely thankful that Christina could watch Brooklyn tonight. And I’m just as thankful that whoever had this reservation cancelled less than an hour before I called the hotel.
I’ve never been in a five star hotel before. Never dined in one. Never been in a Jacuzzi in one. And never spent a night in one.
And certainly never made love in one either.
And that’s what tonight was all about.
But not just tonight. Tonight was just the start of a love affair I was going to have with her forever.
She was the one, plain and simple. Everything made sense when we were together and nothing did when we were apart.
With her there was no thinking, just doing.
Jokes were funnier.
Sunny days were sunnier.
Rainy days weren’t even noticed. It was just a chance to stay inside and watch movies and eat popcorn. And when Brooklyn cried, or got hungry or reminded us she was there, not that she needed to, it was a welcome break from what we were doing to remember how we bonded in the first place.
Family.
Specifically my family, but I knew in time it would be our family.
I had already started thinking of ways to make it happen.
Why spend another moment apart when I already knew I wanted to be with her forever? I’m a logical guy and getting her into my house as soon as possible made the absolute most sense to me.
Sure, she had an entire year of school left, and that played into things, but when she came back home to visit her new home should be my home. Our home.
But first I needed to meet her dad and ask his permission. I was an old fashioned kind of guy and also one who believed in respect.
And I respected the man who put the most beautiful creature in the world onto this planet.
But right now my head was in the clouds. So much so that all my thoughts of making her mine, officially, caused me to lose track of time.
But not my hands. My hands ran on autopilot, beating to their own drum. It’s not hard to see why. With a body like hers it was only natural for them to want to explore…to feel…to pleasure.
After thoroughly massaging the entirety of her back my hands come around to the front of her running along her stomach and then up to her breasts.
I grab them with my hands and she moans even deeper before reaching for her glass and taking a sip.
She re-positions herself in the Jacuzzi turning to face me and we kiss for probably the hundredth time tonight, but like all her kisses it feels like the first.
I’ll never get enough of her.
But this kiss is intoxicating in more ways than one. I taste her sweetness mixed with the alcohol.
Her hand moves from my thigh and she takes my cock, grabbing it.
“It’s time,” she says.
“It’s been time since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”