Chapter Ten
Easton
I couldn't have forced myself not to stare at her as she walked to the restroom. Her beautiful legs caught my attention first, but her ass was second on my ever-expanding list. Walking with a hard-on was going to suck, and yet I was sure it would only be the first of many if I hung out with Vivian much more. She had a wickedly sensual way with her descriptions, and the fact that she was innocent in using the terms she did only made it more enticing.
I was in trouble where she was concerned. As long as we didn't end up in a bedroom together later that night, I would be okay. She was bubbling with passion, and where I wanted a taste of it, I realized that I'd not be quick to let her go. She didn't need that, nor did I.
"All done. Thank you again." She slid her hand into mine, which shocked me a little.
With the building crowd around us, I was grateful that she had. She must have realized the need to stay together. It had to be the need for a sense of security more than attraction. I couldn't tell if she was into me at all, which was unnerving, and yet a good place to be.
"There's a great ice cream shop down here. Did you save room?" I asked her as I pulled her closer to my side. The hordes of people in the streets were kind enough to let us pass through, but it was impossible to do so without brushing by twenty people on the way.
"Room for ice cream?" She smiled up at me. "Who doesn't save room for dessert?"
"I like you more already." I squeezed her hand and turned down an alley to our right, the place a little scary, but with all the crowds behind us, it would be fine.
"Do you always take your dates down dark alleys? I guess your mother didn't teach you anything, hm?" She snuggled in closer, and I couldn't help but groan internally as her breast pressed against the back of my arm. It was horrible of me, but I wanted so badly to know the color of her nipples, if she enjoyed having them adored and worshipped, if she made sounds when being pleasured.
"Date? Is this a date?" I chuckled as she gave me a look my mother would be proud of. This was a girl I could take home and have my family go ga-ga over. They all would, especially my youngest brother. His obsession with redheaded woman was almost too much. A sense of propriety rose up in me, and I forced it back, not yet ready to allow any strong feelings to guide my actions where Vivian was concerned. I had just met her, and we were simply on a fun date. Nothing more.
A dark shadow moved in front of us, pulling from the wall. I pulled Vivian roughly behind me, not thinking twice about protecting her from anything that came at us.
"You got any spare change, man?" A raspy voice resounding from under the dirt-stained hoodie the man in front of us wore.
"I don't. I'm sorry, man." I took a step back and held onto Vivian's hand, though it put me at a bit of a disadvantage not to have both of my hands in front of me.
"That sucks. You rich fuckers and your credit cards nowadays." He took a step toward us and pulled off his hoodie to reveal a weathered face with a long jagged scar across his cheek.
Vivian gasped behind me and pressed herself to my back.
I turned my head to the side, but never let my eyes off the guy. "Turn back and run. I'll meet you in the hotel."
"Fuck that. I'm not going anywhere without you." She released my hands and started to move around me as I blocked her.
"Stop it. Get back," I barked at her as the guy pulled a knife and lunged for me. My father had been a cop all of my life, and one thing he made sure to do was to teach my two brothers and me how to defend ourselves.
I spun out of the guy’s trajectory and grabbed his wrist, twisting hard until he dropped the weapon. Pushing him against the wall, I put my knee in the back of his leg and gritted my teeth.
"Not happening, dude. I don't have cash because I don't carry it. I should put your ass on the ground for attacking me and my girl." I worked to not breathe in the horrid odor of his soiled clothes.
"I'm getting a cop." Vivian turned and jogged back down the dark alley, her white dress and shimmery hair almost making her look like an angel fleeing the scene.
"I'm sorry, man. You don't know what it's like. You have your fancy clothes and your beautiful wife and...and..." The guy didn't get to finish as Vivian turned the corner with a cop next to her.
I released the man and moved back as the cop went into action, handcuffing the guy’s wrists behind his back.
He glanced over at me as he pulled the creep from the wall. "No more dark alleys. They aren't safe here. Got it?"
"Of course. Thanks for your help." I wrapped my arm around Vivian's shoulders and glanced down at her. "I'm sorry. That was stupid."
"It's okay. I'm just glad you weren't hurt. That was fucking scary." She ran her fingers down her face. "I'm thinking ice cream another time. I need my bed and a good love story on TV."
I forced a laugh and moved us out of the alley back into the fray. I wanted to make a joke about joining her, but from what I could tell, it wasn't the time. She was shaken, and I should have been. The adrenaline pumping through me wouldn't let me feel anything but a deep need to protect the beautiful girl tucked against my side.
We walked into the hotel, and I released her, enjoying the slight look of disappointment on her regal features.
"Thanks for going with me. That was the best meal I've had in weeks, and the best company I've entertained in years." I rolled my shoulders, feigning meathead masculinity. "Kinda nice to show off my self-defense skills too."
She popped me in the chest playfully and moved in front of me before lifting to her toes and kissing my cheek. "Let's not test those skills again. I didn't like that part very much."
"I know. I was teasing." I touched the side of her face as my blood lit on fire. "I want to kiss you, but you know that, don't you?"
She pulled out of my hold and smiled. "Yeah, but it's best if you didn't. A week wouldn't be enough."
"I agree with that." I let my eyes drag down her. "No way I can talk you into coming up for a quick tour of the penthouse?"
"Not for a million bucks. Neither of us would survive a tour. Besides, I've had far too much excitement for one night."
"Then tomorrow. You have my number now. Text me, and let's see if our schedules align?" I was pushing, but damn if I couldn't help myself. Every part of me wanted to spend the night in her arms, and her refusal didn't seem to dim that desire, but only make it worse.
"Sounds good. Thanks again, Easton. Good night." She turned and walked toward the elevator.
I stood in stony silence and watched her until she disappeared into the sea of bodies. The need to catch up with her, kick everyone off the elevator, and hit the stop button was almost overwhelming. It would feel so damn good to press her against the wall and run my hands over her curves while tasting the skin of her neck, the tops of her breasts.
Growling low in my chest, I turned and moved toward the stairs efficiently. My body was in need of a long release. It was far overdue, and Viv had sparked something inside of me that wasn't going to lie down and obey with just a long night of sleep.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I let the elevator scene play farther in my head. I would tug her dress up and make love to her mouth as I rocked my hips forward, grinding my cock against her tight stomach as she cried out for me.
The soft skin of her upper thighs and the bottom curve of her rear would be delicious as I turned her around and moved to my knees, tugging her dress up and pressing my tongue against her.
By the time I made it to my room, my heart was racing, my body screaming for me to call her and demand that she come up to my room. It wouldn't go over well, but if she beckoned to me, responded by showing up, there's nothing I wouldn't do to bring her pleasure over and over again.
I typed in the room code wrong three times before finally getting the fucking door open.
The responsible part of me tried hard to chastise myself for talking with Vivian about my company, about connecting any part of our futures together, but I wasn't having it.
"Even if she is bat-shit crazy and hiding it well, I want more of her." I shut the door and worked to get my shirt off as I headed for the shower. Damn if I wasn't panting as I stripped myself and climbed into the shower. Reaching for the soap, I lathered up my hands and pressed my back to the cold tile as a yelp lifted from me.
How I'd gone from not wanting anything to do with her, to pulling her into the center of my darkest fantasies was beyond me, but I was too far lost to need to think on it.
I tightened my hand around the tip of my cock and jerked my hips forward, imagining how tight she would be. I wanted a bit of tension, a fight to take ownership of her, and something told me that she would put up the exact experience I was looking for.
Groans filled the shower as I worked myself to the edge and stopped. Turning, I slid one hand up the shower and closed my eyes, fondling my sack and tugging softly as I imagined her on her knees, her dark blue eyes showing me how hungry she was for more of me.
I pressed forward, crying out at the tension my grasp created. It was nothing compared to the vivid colors of the vision playing behind my closed eyelids. "Take it, Viv. All of it, baby. Show me how much you want it."
I could almost feel her hands sliding up my thighs as I watched her take my cock into her pretty mouth, tilting her head and forcing more of me inside of her. Sharp nails dug into my lower stomach, and I rocked myself in and out of her mouth until I was breathless and dizzy with desire.
She pulled back, her lips puffy and swollen as she licked at them sensually. "I need you to fuck me."
"Yeah you do." I grabbed her hair carefully and tugged her up, loving the way her big breasts bounced for me. "Turn and press yourself against the shower. Hope you like it deep."
"I like it any way you're giving it." She stood and slid her hands up the shower wall, arching her back as I reached out and grabbed onto her hips and pressed myself against her.
"I'm gonna cum," I groaned and pressed myself into her, my hand tightening on my cock as I worked to bring myself to orgasm.
I shuddered as I lowered to my knees and lost myself in the fantasy, bleeding out the passion that I'd tucked away for companionship.
Something told me I'd found it, but the thought alone scared the hell out of me.