A gasp goes up from the room full of party guests.
I stagger back a few paces. My hand flies to my throbbing cheek. I right myself, my eyes boring into the doomed man.
“That was a mistake, cocksucker. Now you’re definitely going to pay!”
I rush at Summer’s date with my own punch to his nose. It sends the bastard toppling sideways, right into an unfortunate waiter who happens to be walking by. The platter of filled wineglasses clatters onto the floor and splinters into a million jagged pieces.
“Johnny, stop it,” Summer yells.
Too late.
I’m in the zone now.
All I can see is a shit-face who was grabbing Summer’s arm way too tight and who thought he could call me names, punch me and get away with it.
Rushing up to him, I level another couple of blows right in his kidney, just like my Daddy taught me how to do as a kid. I grew up fighting older cousins for fun, so I know every move.
Strong arms grab me from behind.
“Johnny, stop it!” Steele yells, his face tensed with the effort of holding me back.
“You stop it!” I yell back, “The fucker punched me.”
“He’s being thrown out,” Steele says, indicating two beefy guard who have the man by his arms now and are taking him away.
They’re throwing him outside which is the direction Summer went.
I struggle to go after him. Steele has my arms pinned behind me and I’m not moving.
“I’m not running after that idiot,” I explain, “Summer went that way too.”
Steele reluctantly releases me.
“It’s your funeral, man. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you fuck up again.”
I hurry out to see the bastard being tucked into a waiting limo. Summer is watching with her back to me, standing alone by the edge of a stone fountain.
I walk up to her.
“Do you hate me now?” I ask after a long moment.
She doesn’t move until the car with the idiot drives away then she sits on the stone bench. I settle along beside her.
“Yes,” she says simply.
Several seconds of a pause, then I elbow her gently.
“Liar.”
A weary look comes over Summer’s face, as if she suddenly lost a week’s worth of sleep.
“Johnny, please. Don’t.”
“Don’t what? Stand up for you when some creepy guy is manhandling you and touching your ass?”
She angles her sad gaze to me.
“That was all very sweet and chivalrous in there, but let’s get real. This can’t happen. We can’t happen.”
“I would’ve reacted the same way no matter who he was treating that way. It’s not always about me and you.”
Her brows raise, and I sigh.
“What would be so bad about us being a thing anyway?”
Summer laughs, a dry bitter sound.
“For you? Absolutely nothing. You’d have a nice little fling, get to brag to your buddies that you’re sleeping with your boss, and maybe even get preferential treatment. It would be a win-win for you.”
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her gloomy face.
“For me, though, everything could be bad. My dad could disown me. I could lose my position at the company. At the very least, it would mean a blast of negative press for us.”
“You know what they say,” I say after a minute, “There’s no such thing as bad press. It’s true.”
Summer rises.
“That’s not true at all,” she says. “Ask any corporation whose stock has dove overnight after bad publicity. Goodnight, Johnny. I need to go. It’s already been a long night and I’ve only been here thirty minutes.”
“Hold on!” I say, “You’re going to leave, just like that? How are you getting back to your hotel?”
“A taxi,” she says primly, and then adds, “Which isn’t here yet.”
“Can you just talk to me until it arrives then, please? Jeez, I’m not going to feed you to the fishes.”
I gesture to the water-spurting stone fish in the middle of the fountain. Summer’s face gets an expression like she can’t laugh, though she wants to. An unwilling smile finally crosses her lips.
“I never had a chance to tell you, your dress looks hot as hell, by the way,” I say as she sits back down beside me.
“Really?” she says, “I was a little afraid I looked like a highlighter.”
Now I’m the one bursting out laughing.
“A highlighter? What the hell do you mean by that?”
“Just me, a redhead, in pink clothes,” Summer admits with a smile.
I let my gaze roll over her once more. The jeweled neckline, the flowing waist and finally, the short ruffles barely obscuring that tempting little ass of hers.
“If that’s a highlighter, I like highlighters,” I say.
Summer laughs again.
“Oh, stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Trying to get me to repeat the dressing room incident with you.”
At just the mention of it, my dick perks up.
“Would it be that bad?” I press.
“It wouldn’t be that good,” Summer replies.
“I’m deeply offended!” I say, leaping to my feet.
Still smiling in spite of herself, Summer waves her hand at me.
“You know what I mean. I’m sure it would be good… in that way. But not for practical reasons, like I’ve told you a thousand times before.”
As I sit back down, I hold up a finger.
“Can I point out that your pestering me with these so-called “practical reasons” has occurred significantly less than a thousand times?”
Sighing, Summer nods to the taxi on the curb ahead of us, “I bet that’s for me. I need to go.”
“Hang on,” I say, moving around her so that I’m blocking her way.
“Johnny,” she pleads.
“Seriously though, why can’t we spend more time together?”
“Don’t you realize that part of the reason why you want me so much is precisely because I’ve been resisting you?”
A sad yet wise look settles on her face.
“It’s the same for all men. They always want what they can’t have, until they get it.”
“That’s not true,” I protest, “Anyway, why don’t you see if you can prove that wrong, if you really believe that? Be the exception to the rule.”
Summer shakes her head.
“That’s the oldest line in the book and not the first time I’ve heard it either.”
I snatch her hand and lift it to my lips.
“It doesn’t mean it won’t work. C’mon,” I urge her softly, “You can take a taxi any night of the week. How many nights can you have a wild, insanely spontaneous thrill?”
“Sitting on a fountain talking to a guy who wants in my pants after a disastrous date isn’t exactly insanely spontaneous,” Summer points out.
“Who said that was the game plan for tonight?” I shoot back. “I promise you I can think of something better. Maybe if you give me a minute or ten to catch my breath. I was just in a fight over a beautiful woman you know.”
Seeing interest brimming in her eyes, I gesture off to the left.
“You see those woods over there? They say they contain the ruins of an old cabin in there, with a bunch of old furniture perfectly intact. What do you say we go check it out?”
“In my fancy dress and high heels?” she asks with an eye-roll.
“C’mon,” I urge her, “You know you want to.”
“No, I don’t want to go traipsing through the woods in the dark to look for a non-existent cabin with perfectly intact furniture. You’re making that up and I’m not falling for it.”
“It would be a spontaneous thing to do,” I say. “At least to go look for it. It might be true.”
“It would be a ridiculous, not spontaneous thing to do. You’re stalling for time because you can’t think of any interesting things to do right this minute. You’re full of bullshit and can’t back it up.”
“Can I at least drive you back to your hotel then? We can be on the lookout on the way. If we see something fun to do, we’ll stop and do it. Do you like to bar hop?”
“What do you think?” she answers.
“That’s a big no way. Okay, that’s out. Alright missy. You think of something then if you don’t like my ideas.”
She turns to look at me.
“I haven’t agreed to do anything with you. Ten minutes ago, you started a fight and caused yet another scene. Have you ever heard the term ‘low-key’?”
I laugh.
“Nah, that’s not for me. I’m always smack dab right in the middle of the action.”
I stand and tug her to her feet
“I’m tired of arguing with you. You have a choice…your hotel or mine. Either way, we’re going somewhere private where we can sit down and talk like normal folks. We can order room service and maybe even a bottle of wine. One thing is for certain. We’re sure as hell can’t sit here by this fountain all night with you looking gloomy and depressed. Let’s go.”
“And what if I don’t agree to your plan?” she says with a teasing smile.
I let go of her hand.
“Guess then I’ll just do…. this!”
I sweep her up in my arms, and she squeals.
“Johnny!” she exclaims, as I carry her around the side of the building and toward the parking lot.
“Yes?” I ask, glancing down at her as I practically jog to my car.
“Just… make sure you don’t drop me,” she says with a defeated smile.
“I would never,” I say with a brisk nod.
When we approach my car, I return Summer to her feet.
“Whew!” I say, “I’m almost out of breath.”
“I didn’t ask you to carry me like a lumberjack. I’m perfectly capable of walking on my own.”
“Yeah, away from me.” I lean over and unlock the car door for her. “Get in. We’re leaving.”
“I never agreed to go to a hotel with you,” she reminds me.
“When did you refuse?” I point out, while carefully making sure her legs are tucked safely inside the car before I start to close the car door.
She tries to whack me on the leg. I catch her hand mid-air.
“Careful,” I caution her, lifting her hand to my lips, “Word on the street is that racecar drivers have excellent reflexes.”
“Oh really?” Summer says.
She falls silent as my lips connect with her palm before closing the door and walking around to the driver’s side.
“Who was that jerk you were with tonight, anyway?” I ask after sliding in and backing out of the parking spot.
Summer’s face falls.
“Don’t ask,” she says in a warning tone.
“Don’t I have a right to know who punched me in the face?” I protest. “I’ll answer that for you. Yes, I sure do.”
She lets out an annoyed exhale.
“Fine. It was some oil guy my father set me up with. From Argentina. Apparently, he’s a wealthy person of influence. Dad thought it would be beneficial to get on his good side.”
“Whoops,” I manage before reaching over and taking her hand in mine. “I’m not sure if I follow how an oil guy could help a cat food company. Then again I’m not a graduate of Harvard Business School.”
“Things were going poorly before you intervened, as you heard. The man was a creep. Plain and simple.”
“I guess your Daddy doesn’t have the best taste when it comes to men,” I conclude.
Summer releases my hand.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” I ask.
“Undermine my father’s decision-making so you can get your way. I already know that he doesn’t always make the best decisions.”
“Yeah like hiring that Diane woman who is supposed to be helping you out sometimes,” I say, with a little shudder. “Why do you think I stayed hidden backstage at the fashion show? She kept staring straight through me with those pale blue eyes of hers. It was a little creepy to be honest.”
“She’s one of a kind, that’s for sure.”
“Your parents aren’t together, are they?” I ask suddenly. “Is that what you meant by your dad doesn’t always make good decisions?”
“No, they’re not,” Summer says in a quiet voice, “He divorced her when he couldn’t handle her Alzheimer’s issues any longer. I mean, I can’t blame him for putting her into a facility for her own safety. I never understood why he had to legally divorce her though. It wasn’t her fault she had a disease.”
“Damn,” I say, “I’m sorry.”
“I still haven’t totally forgiven him for that either,” Summer says. “But then the company took off and we learned how to work together.”
“On a somewhat happier note,” I say, “We’re almost back at your hotel.”
Despite herself, Summer laughs.
“That is supposed to be a happier note?”
Then she frowns at me.
“Wait a minute. How did you know where I was staying? I didn’t tell you.”
“A little bird told me,” I say. “I have spies everywhere.”
Her face suddenly looks very solemn.
“That’s not a happier note either.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” I say, “You go out on a date with a guy who can’t keep his hands off your ass and you’re afraid of me? What’s the worst that can happen?”
“Famous last words,” she says softly.
“All you ever have to say is the word ‘no’ and I’m out of there in a heartbeat. I promise you that. Do you honestly think I need to force women to sleep with me? Tell the truth.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Then you don’t have a thing to be worried about. Except the fact that I’m starving. You should be worried about that because when my stomach’s growling I have a one-track mind. Finding something to eat.”
She smiles in relief.
“Do you like brick oven pizza?” she asks.
“With everything on it and double meat?”
She nods again.
“You bet I do. Lead me to it.”
“Lucky for us, they deliver to the hotel. Let me go in first up to my suite. Wait five minutes then you can come up. We shouldn’t be seen together going into my hotel room.”
“That would be bad?” I ask.
“Very bad.”
I rush around the car and help her out.
“Only if you agree to call the pizza place as soon as you get inside the door. I’m not kidding about starving to death here. A man like me has needs.”
She’s already walking toward the front glass doors of the five-star hotel.
“Hey!” I call out after her.
She looks over her shoulder.
“What’s your room number?” I whisper loudly.
“Five-ten,” she replies, touching her lips with a ‘shush’ sign.
***
I park the car and rush into the hotel lobby. Five minutes later, I’m knocking on her hotel room door.
Summer swings open the door and waves me in.
“That was quick,” she says. “You didn’t give me time to order the pizza yet. I’m still trying to find the phone number. You never told me you were in Olympic sprinter too.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” I say. “For example, how much I desperately want you at this moment.”
I step inside and kick the door shut behind me.
Her eyes widen in surprise, fear and a hint of something else. I slowly move toward her like a panther on the prowl, and she slowly backs up.
I grab a handful of her long, red hair with one hand and slam her back against the wall, pinning her wrists above her with one hand and pressing my lips against hers in a hungry, deep kiss.
She gasps and clings tightly to my shoulders while my other hand slides down possessively to her thrust-out breast. She draws away after a long moment, gasping for air.
“Johnny,” she whispers in a trembling voice, “What are you doing?”
“Whatever the fuck I want,” I murmur in her ear. “And right now, I want to fuck you raw, right here against the wall. You want it, too. Don’t try to deny it, because if you do, you’re a liar.”
I brace her shoulders back against the wall for support. My starving kisses slide onto her neck, while my fingers reach behind her to unzip the skin-tight, pink dress.
The zipper crinkles down agonizingly slow.
Every new movement requires a forceful downward yank. I sink my teeth into the delicious-smelling hollow of Summer’s neck as I tug hard at the zipper.
At the final downward yank, the whole dress tumbles off onto the floor. I kick the shiny material out of the way. Underneath, Summer is deliciously naked except for a pair of nude-colored thong panties.
For a long moment, I stand there awestruck.
“You’re gorgeous,” I mutter hoarsely. “I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since I first saw you tonight. How I wanted nothing more than to rip that fucking dress from your body and touch you all over. I swear, I wanted to kill that man when I saw his hands on you instead of mine.”
Near-panting noises are coming from Summer as she looks up at me with parted lips, her eyes dark with desire.
She wants this as much as I do.
Like always.
Leaning down, my lips latch greedily onto one large breast. My palm makes lazy circles around the other, while pinching and tugging at the hard nipple.
She gasps and leans closer into me.
“You like that?” I murmur. “Tell me.”
“Don’t stop,” she says breathlessly, grasping the hair at the back of my head.
Her body is quivering in excitement at my touch. I instinctively know what she wants, what she needs.
My hand slides down her flat stomach, over her freshly-shaved mound then between her legs.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I tell her, nudging her feet wider apart with my foot to give me better access.
Immediately she obeys.
Damn!
She’s already soaking wet.
I slide a finger deep into her pussy and then two. A groan spills out of Summer in a long shiver. All the way from her mouth, down to her tight pussy.
“You’re already dripping and ready for me,” I say. “Just the way I like it.”
I wrap one arm under her ass and finger-fuck her roughly with her back against the wall, while watching every expression cross her face.
“Look at me,” I say, when she starts to close her eyes. “Keep your eyes open. You know I like to watch you when you cum for me.”
Raw, ragged sounds are pouring from her mouth. They’re frantic and needy. She grips my shoulders tighter.
“Johnny! Oh!” she cries.
It’s gradually becoming more difficult to keep her upright. Her legs are trembling so hard they’re about to fall out from underneath her.
I fucking love knowing how my touch is affecting her. To break through Summer’s cool exterior and cause her to completely lose control is mind-blowing.
My cock is rock hard and throbbing against my pants, but it’s not time yet.
“Tell me what you like,” I say tersely.
“You know,” she pants.
“Say it,” I order her. “Beg for it. Say the words I want to hear.”
“Fuck me,” she whimpers. “Fuck me now, please.”
She doesn’t need to beg me twice, not when she’s already panting, dripping wet and ready for me.
I let out a groan at her words, unable to resist her a second longer.
Holding her tight with one arm, I jerk down my pants zipper and bring out my hard cock from the gap.
Hoisting her up higher, I wrap her legs around my waist. In one powerful thrust, I ram my cock all the way deep inside her, banging her shoulders into the wall.
“Oh fuck!” she cries out.
Gripping her ass cheeks tightly in each hand, I forcefully slide her up and down on my cock. It’s times like this that I’m grateful for working out every day with weights. Her body is light and pliable in my hands.
Summer moans loudly, flinging her head back.
I gaze at her, wishing I could keep this vision in my head forever. Her mouth open, eyes partly closed, with her wild red hair flowing over her creamy-white shoulders.
I pound into her over and over, holding her steady while forcing her to give up all control to me. Craving to go even deeper, I spread her ass cheeks wider and press her up against the wall.
“Is that deep enough for you?” I grunt.
When she doesn’t answer right away, I pull out all the way to the tip and plunge back into her again, balls deep.
“Yes! Yes!” she cries. “So deep.”
Summer clings onto me as if she’ll never let me go.
“I can’t hold out much longer,” I mutter. “You’re so unbelievably fucking tight.”
She’s close to orgasm, I can feel it with every shaky breath in her body.
I move one hand around and roughly tug at her nipple, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
A switch flips in me and I lose the careful control that I’d been holding onto tightly. With an animalistic grunt, I fuck her forcefully and unrepentantly, knocking her against the hotel room wall.
A cheap painting hanging nearby slips off one nail and threatens to fall.
With every fiber of my being, I know Summer wants to be taken this way, powerfully hard and wild. No soft touches or tender kisses for her.
She needs this, to relinquish control.
And God knows, I need to fucking take it.
I don’t slow down or ease up, my cock stroking inside her as deep and rough as physically possible. Reaching down, I rub her clit in a circular motion with my thumb.
Summer comes undone, unraveling in a shattering orgasm. She digs her nails painfully into my shoulders, her tight pussy contracting convulsively around my cock nestled deep inside her.
“Johnny!”
This is the last straw.
“Oh…fuck,” I curse, leaning down to kiss her lips hard as I cum.
Summer goes limp and exhausted in my arms.
I rest my forehead against her hair for a moment to give my breathing time to slow.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” I say to her. “We’re not finished. Not by a long shot.”
Picking her up gently, I carry her over to the king-size bed and put her down.
“You can’t be ready to go again already,” she says, trying to catch her breath. “That would be superhuman.”
I draw back to look at her.
“Are you kidding me? I’m always ready.”