The Suit (21 page)

The last two weeks have been unreal. Night Rider placed third, securing one of the two requirements my grandfather left for me in order to keep the farm, and Suit invited me to go to New York with him. I’m so glad Nikki joined us since Parker is here. I can tell she thinks he’s cute. She’s pulling out all the stops; like shaking her ass a little more vigorously as she walks when she knows he’s watching. And Parker is biting. Big time.

We have dinner at some fancy restaurant where Suit orders for me. I guess spending these weeks with me, he’s learned my likes and dislikes.

“So, Edie, do you have any plans after the summer ends and you can toss out this ass?” Parker interrupts my thoughts as he jabs a thumb in Suit’s direction.

“Oh…uh,” I look at Suit, who seems to be avoiding eye contact with me. “No, not really.” I shrug and sip my wine. “Just get back to life, I guess.”

“John told me about your grandfather and I am sorry for your loss,” Parker admits sincerely, and I give him a faint smile. “You must be one tough lady to take on a farm by yourself.”

“I’ll toast to that,” Nikki raises her glass and we all follow. Once everyone has clinked their glasses and sipped, Nikki speaks again. “Speaking of which, Edie, this will be your first Thanksgiving alone. I want you to come out to my dad’s place with me. He actually acts fatherly on holidays.”

I’m a little stunned by the direction the conversation has taken. First, Parker reminds me that Suit will be leaving soon, and then Nikki adds to my misery by reminding me I’m completely alone. I can feel my eyes well up at the thought and quickly excuse myself to go to the restroom. I scurry through the maze of tables, bumping other patrons’ chairs in my attempt to make it to the restroom before I actually cry. Just as I round the corner to the hallway leading to the restroom, I feel hands grab my waist and I tense.

“Shh, Edie,” Suit whispers as he leads me down the hall and into the ladies room. Luckily no one is in here and he locks the door behind us.

I’m fighting tooth and nail not to cry now that Suit is here to witness it, but I’m sure it’s obvious I want to by the way my lip trembles and how my eyes are watering. Taking me in, Suit pulls me close and hugs me. I rest my head on his shoulder as I take a few deep breaths. The warmth of his body against mine, his steady heartbeat, and his scent seem to relax me and the tears dry up.

“I’m sorry.” I back away as I plaster a smile on my face. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I think I do,” he sighs as he brushes the back of his hand against my warm cheek.

“Thanks, Suit.”

“Let’s go have some fun and try to forget about what’s hanging over us, okay?” I know he’s talking about how we’re both dreading him leaving at the end of the summer. At least I’m not alone in this.

When we get back to the table, Nikki and Parker are quite chummy and Suit and I make eyes at each other while Nikki and Parker flirt shamelessly. Before we finish dinner, Nikki and I head to the restroom to check ourselves before we head to some club Parker insists on taking us to.

“So, you two are really hitting it off,” I note as Nikki leans over the sink. She gets closer to the mirror and applies her lip gloss.

“He’s cute,” she answers and shrugs nonchalantly.

“He’s
really
cute,” I add. “I think he likes you.”

“What’s not to like?” she smirks as she turns to me and holds up the applicator of her lip gloss, indicating she wants to put some on me. I tilt my head up so she can. “Are you trying to be a matchmaker Edie James?”

I rub my lips together when she finishes and say, “No. You guys are doing fine on your own.”

She chucks her lip gloss in her purse and loops her arm with mine. “We’re just having fun. We could never date. I don’t do long-distance relationships.”

“Just be careful, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As soon as we enter the club Parker has brought us to, he buys our drinks and we all make our way to the dance floor. Music is blasting and Suit doesn’t hesitate to pull me against him, placing a hand just above my ass as we move to the beat. I love how he touches me. He makes me feel so wanted; like I’m his. The evening has definitely taken an uplifting turn. As Suit and I dance, sweat blankets my skin, and I close my eyes as I enjoy the feeling of his hard body moving with mine. When I open my eyes again, I meet Suit’s dark stare, his gaze filled with desire. The bass of the music pulses; the vibrations intensifying the ache between my legs. Pulling his face to mine, I bite his lower lip, loving the growl he lets out as his arms squeeze me tighter.
I need him inside of me now.
Nikki and Parker seem to be preoccupied with each other so I decide to try out another one of my fantasies with Suit. My idea comes from one of my favorite romance novels,
Any Time
. Being somewhere no one knows me is making me feel a little more risky.

When Suit twirls me on the dance floor, I quickly slip between some other couples and make my way to the bar. Not looking back to see if he follows, because I know he will, I sidle up to the bar and wait. Within a minute, Suit is beside me and his hand brushes my shoulder. He has a concerned look on his face, no doubt wondering why I ran away from him.

“Do I know you?” I ask, jerking my shoulder away from his touch. His head rears back slightly, but I quickly continue. “I’m sorry. It’s my first night out since I broke up with my boyfriend and I’m a little jumpy. I’m Valerie.” I reach my hand out as he eyes me curiously before he takes it with a nod of understanding.

“I’m McHenry,” he says.

“McHenry?” I scoff. “I’d peg you as more of a John or a Johnny.” I smirk and he snorts as we turn to the bartender that’s just asked us what he can get us.

“I’ll take a whiskey neat and for the lady…”

“Vodka-Cranberry, please,” I finish for him.

“So, Valerie,” he says before clearing his throat. “I’m sorry to hear about your recent break up. How long were you and your boyfriend together?”

“Five years. It was a rough break up,” I offer.

“And may I ask what happened?”

“Well, it was a lot of little things. But ultimately, he just couldn’t satisfy me.” I nod a ‘thank you’ to the bartender as he slides us our drinks and Suit hands him his debit card.

“That’s too bad. Was he not ambitious enough?”

“He was plenty ambitious. I mean, bless his heart, he tried, but in the end I realized he wasn’t what I needed.” I sip my drink and give Suit a once-over.

“And, what is it you need, Valerie?” he leans in and practically growls in my ear. His scent consumes me and I have to fight the urge to kiss him. I can tell he’s really into this little role-play bit I’ve started and I’m regretting not wearing any panties. My own arousal is practically dripping down my thighs.

“I suppose I’m looking for a man who can really drive it home…give it to me good. A big man,” I add as I purposely let my gaze hone in on his crotch. “Think you could help me with my little…problem?”

A wolfish grin spreads across his face. “As a matter of fact, I do.” Stepping closer to me, he pulls me into him so that I can feel his erection pressed in to my hip. “Just tell me where I can take you, Valerie,” he breathes in my ear.

“The restroom,” I reply hastily. Without another word, he steps back, tosses back his drink, grabs his debit card off the bar, and takes my hand leading me toward the back. My heart is pounding and my legs are shaky as I follow him. As we near the restrooms, disappointment looms as my gaze fixes on the long lines. But Suit tugs me through the hallway, passing the guys who whistle and the women that leer at me.

“Where are we going?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer. Instead, we round one more corner into another hallway where he stops in front of a door. Once he tests the knob and realizes it’s locked, he takes his debit card and slides it between the door and the jamb, twisting the doorknob as he does. To my complete and utter shock, the lock pops and the door swings open.

Flipping a switch on, he glances left and right in the hall, checking to make sure no one has seen us, before pushing me inside and shutting us in. It’s a large closet made of plain cinder block walls, with mops and brooms and other cleaning supplies on large metal shelves. The room smells like Pine-Sol and I wrinkle my nose. I’ve always hated that smell.

“This will have to do, Valerie.” He gives me a sexy smirk. The suit never disappoints me. No matter what I come up with, he’s always willing and always game. I say I want to fuck him in a public restroom and when that can’t happen, he breaks into a cleaning closet just to please me.

“Could we get arrested for this?” I ask, not really caring. The thought of getting caught makes it that much more exciting. I want him so badly right now, I can’t stand it.

“I know a good lawyer if we do,” he teases. “Now, Valerie, stop talking and put that pretty little mouth around my cock.” His voice is deep and gravelly, and I lick my lips with his command.

I don’t speak. I’m not sure I can form coherent words anymore, so instead, I begin frantically unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. He pulls my dress down, exposing my breasts and kneads them as he kisses my neck, nipping at my skin. Wrapping my hand around his length, I stroke it and he hisses. Falling to my knees, I take him in my mouth, taking him as deep as I can. Suit’s not hurting in the manhood department.
He’s big.
More like huge. So huge I can’t fit all of him. The head of his dick is already hitting the back of my throat, causing my eyes to water, and he’s not all in. Using one free hand, I stroke his shaft in rhythm with my movements to compensate. His hands rest on the side of my head, tense, but only offering a gentle push as I work.

“Fuck, baby. Yes. Damn, your dirty little mouth feels so good on my dick,” he groans and I move faster, fueled by his words. I’m not sure how long I suck him, but eventually he pulls me up and turns me so that my hands rest on one of the shelves to support myself. He pulls my dress up, exposing my bare ass and runs his hand over one cheek causing my skin to prickle with goose bumps.

“You are a naughty girl, Valerie. No panties.” His fingers glide from my clit to my core and he groans. “So wet,” he purrs.

My dress is now bunched around my stomach, my breasts and ass completely exposed. If anyone were to walk in right now, they’d see the full
monty, but I don’t care. I feel so erotic right now, like a porn star. So wanton. Suit positions himself at my entrance, his grasp on my hips tight, and slams inside of me. I moan at the fullness, but he keeps going, not allowing me any time to enjoy the initial sensation. As he thrusts into me, the shelf I’m leaning on squeaks and rocks causing rolls of paper towels and packs of toilet paper to fall to the floor.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Edie,” he growls as his thrusts become faster and harder. He called me by my real name, but I don’t correct him. Not when my own orgasm is seconds away. He’s slamming into me so hard the shelf I’m leaning on is hitting the wall behind it, thumping loudly.

“Oh God!” I cry out as my orgasm shatters me and Suit follows himself, his hold on my hips tightening, groaning as he pumps me full with his release. We’re both gasping for air as his head meets my back. He hasn’t pulled out yet and I’m still holding onto the shelf for dear life when the sound of someone clearing their throat startles us and we both jump up.

Two large men wearing black T-shirts, that say STAFF in bold white lettering, stare at us. Suit shimmies to hide me as he pulls his pants up and I work frantically to adjust my dress.