All In (The Blackstone Affair, Part 2) (7 page)

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes
for an instant, succumbing to our attraction and giving me some
hope. She said one word. My name. “…Ethan.”

“I think I know what that is too. You just
have to trust me to give it to you.” I gripped a little tighter.
“Choose me. Choose us.”

She shivered. I saw it happen and felt it
too. She nodded and mouthed the words, “All right. I promise I
won’t run again.”

I kissed her slowly, my hands moving up to
hold her face secure. I pushed my tongue between her sweet lips and
praise the angels, she let me in.
Yes
. She allowed me
passage and kissed me back, her warm silky tongue sliding against
mine.
Jackpot
. I knew I’d won this round—I wanted to slap
the felt and give a silent thank you up to my mum in heaven.

I kept plundering Brynne’s mouth instead. I
let her know everything in that kiss, taking her lips, grazing with
my teeth, trying to get inside her. The deeper I got in, the harder
it would be for her to leave me again. That’s how my mind worked
with her. This was battle strategy and I could do this all day.
There would be no running away from me anymore, no hiding, no
quarter given. She
would
be mine and let me love her.

Brynne melted under my lips, grew soft and
submissive, found the place she needed and drew comfort in, just as
I did in taking control. It worked for us—very, very well. I pulled
back and sighed deeply. “Let’s go home now.”

“What happened to taking things slow?” she
asked softly.

“All in, baby,” I whispered, “it can’t be
any other way with us.” If she only knew the thoughts I had on my
mind for the future she might have got skittish with me again and I
couldn’t risk it just yet. There would be time enough for that
discussion later.

“We have a lot to talk about still,” she
told me.

“So we’ll do a lot of talking.”
Along
with other things.

She turned in her seat and leaned back,
getting comfortable and just looked at me as I pulled out of the
parking lot. She watched me throughout the trip. I liked having her
eyes on me. No, I fucking loved it. I loved that she was next to me
looking like she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I looked at her
too when I could take my eyes off the road.

“All in, huh? I think I have to learn how to
play poker.”

I laughed. “Oh, I’m so on board with that.
Somehow I think you’ll be a natural, sweetheart.” I wiggled my
eyebrows. “Strip poker first?”

“I was waiting for you to bring that up.
Nice to know you didn’t disappoint me,” she said, rolling her
eyes.

I just grinned and imagined her stripping in
a poker game because I would win every hand. Very, very nice
imagery I conjured up too.

In the end she asked to stop by her flat so
she could get her ‘pills.’ I wasn’t sure if that meant birth
control or the sleeping pills and I had no intention of asking
either. We definitely needed both. So I did what any bloke with a
functioning brain would do. I drove her to her flat. Again, I pride
myself in not being a moron.

I waited while she packed a bag. I told her
to bring enough for a few days. What I really wanted was for her to
stay at my place indefinitely, but didn’t think this was the proper
moment to broach that subject—my non-moron status
notwithstanding.

Memories flooded my brain when we stepped
inside. The wall adjacent from the front door would forever be
seared into my frontal lobe. The picture of her in that short
purple dress and boots, held up by me. Christ, she’d been
magnificent working out my cock up against the wall that night.
I love that fucking wall
. Funny. I smirked to myself at my
clever joke.

“What are you smiling about now?” Brynne
asked as she came out of her bedroom with her packed bag, looking
much better than she had earlier in the evening. Her feisty
personality was back.

“Ummm…I was just thinking about how much I
love your wall.” I gave her my best eyebrow quirk and took the bag
from her hand.

Brynne’s lovely lips parted in an expression
of surprise that quickly turned to humor. “You still manage to make
me laugh, Ethan, in spite of everything. You have a rare talent for
it.”

“Thanks. I like to share all my talents with
you,” I said suggestively, putting my arm around her as we came out
of her flat. She glanced a peek at the wall herself when we passed
it. “I saw that,” I said.

“Saw what?” she asked innocently. Oh, she
had a poker face for sure. I couldn’t wait to start playing cards
with her.

“You looked at the wall and remembered
shagging me against it.”

She elbowed me playfully in the ribs as we
walked. “I did no such thing! And you shagged me, not the other way
around.”

“Whatever.” I tickled her and made her
squirm into me. It felt lovely having her in my arms again. “Just
fess up to the truth, baby, that was an epic shag we had on that
wall.”

♥

By the time I got Brynne behind the closed
doors of my flat, the summer night had fully settled over the
city.

Enroute, we’d ended up stopping one final
time to purchase a new mobile number and device for her. It had
taken nearly an hour to get set up, but necessary. Her old mobile
was now in my possession. Whoever rang looking for Brynne Bennett
on that number would get to deal with me.

Maybe tonight I’d investigate the caller and
possibly talk to Tom Bennett. Not a conversation I was thrilled
about, but not one I would avoid either.
Cheers, Tom. I’m
shagging your daughter again. Oh, and before I forget, you must
know that her safety is completely in my hands now. Did I also
mention that she is mine? Mine, Tom. I keep what’s mine very close
and very safe.

I wondered how he’d take the news, and then
I realized that I didn’t much care. He was the one who’d put Brynne
in my path. She was my priority now. I cared about her. I only
wanted to protect and keep her from harm. He would have to deal
with the situation just like I had to deal with it.

I walked up behind her standing at the
window, staring out at the city lights. She’d told me she loved my
view the first time I’d brought her home. I’d told her I loved the
view of her standing in my house and that nothing compared. It
still didn’t in my opinion.

I touched her carefully, my hands on her
shoulders, my lips at her ear. “What are you looking at?”

She saw my reflection in the glass so she
wasn’t startled. “The city. I love the lights at night.”

“I love looking at you looking at the lights
at night.” I moved her hair to the side and kissed her neck. She
tilted her head to give me access as I inhaled, the scent of her
skin drugging me—making me utterly mad for her. “It feels so good
with you here,” I whispered.

All the time I struggled with my desires
when she was near. This was a new problem I’d never faced in a
relationship before. I loved the shagging part—I’m a guy and I have
a cock. I’ve never had trouble finding dates either. Women like my
looks and as Dad said, it made things easier, but not necessarily
better. When women chased after you because they thought you looked
hot and had a little money it quickly reduced things down to a very
basic exchange. Some dinner, some sex, maybe a second
date-slash-bang-session. And then…goodbye. The bottom line is I
don’t like to be used, and I’ve had years of attempts from females
to put me off of dating for sex.

Brynne evoked a different reaction from me
and she’d done so since the very first meeting. She never chased me
for one thing. If I hadn’t heard her call me beautiful on the
headset that night at the gallery I wouldn’t know she ever saw me.
She pushed all the right buttons, and for the first time I cared
about the woman so much more than the sex with the woman.

Oh I still cared about the sex, but it was
very different now. The dominant needs in me had blossomed since
finding Brynne, as if she was the catalyst. In fact, I knew she
was. I wanted things with her that frightened me because I didn’t
want—no, couldn’t bear to lose her over it.

What she’d shared tonight scared the
absolute fucking hell out of me. It also made her mysterious
behavior in the beginning very clear. I had a few answers at least
about why she kept running.

“I’m glad too.” She breathed out a long
breath. “I missed you so much, Ethan.” She leaned back into me, the
curve of her bum coming right up against my hips. With just the
layer of spandex from her track shorts covering that lovely part of
her, my cock woke right up, ready and volunteering for duty.

Sweet Christ!
That’s all it took to
get me started. She would feel my erection in a moment and then
what? I shouldn’t be coming on to her right now. She was still
fragile and needed to finish her story. If only I could tell that
to my cock
.
I turned her head to meet mine and engulfed her
lips in a very deep kiss that let all the logic fall away. I
nibbled and sucked on her lips, trying to pull her into me. She
tasted so fine. Brynne melted right into where I wanted to take
this, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to pull back now. I was in very
great need of claiming my woman again.

Only a bastard would want to take her to bed
and get her naked right now. Ergo, I was such a dirty bastard.

I could live with that.

Brynne always told me she liked when I was
blunt. She’d said she felt better about me telling her what I
wanted because she knew what was coming. She needed that from me.
So I took a deep breath and told her what I wanted.

“I want to take you to bed right now. I want
you in my arms and I want…inside you.” I searched her face held in
my two hands and looked for her answer.

“
I want you too.”
She nodded and leaned up to kiss me. “Take me to bed, Ethan.” The
most beautiful words I’d heard in days and days met my ears. I took
those sweet lips she offered and scooped her right up off the
floor, her body tight against my chest.

She wrapped her legs around my hips and
buried her face at my neck. I groaned out loud and started walking.
When I got us to the bedroom, the sight of the bed made up with
clean sheets had never been more welcome.
Monday!
Annabelle
had come, thank the blessed gods! If those sheets from this morning
had still been there with the evidence of my pitiful wanking
session all over them I don’t know what I would have done. I made a
mental note to give Annabelle a nice—thank you for being
discreet—tip.

I laid Brynne out on her back and just
looked down at her for a moment. The need to go slow was important
this time. I wanted to cherish her and accept this gift she was
giving to me. I needed to savor her.

Her hair swept over her shoulders and her
eyes looked sort of green against the turquoise top she still wore.
Not going to be wearing it for long.

I started on her trainers. Then the ankle
socks. I cupped her feet and massaged them before sliding up her
leg and hips to the waistband of her shorts. My fingers slipped
underneath and gripped. Down they came. My eyes took in the reveal
of her skin as the fabric slipped away—navel, hipbones, stomach,
pussy, and long legs. Legs that would wrap around me when I was
deep inside that beautiful, bare pussy of hers.
Sweet
Christ.

There was a reason my girl was a model.
A
nude model
. She possessed a body that had the power to render
me speechless. I wasn’t done revealing my masterpiece yet though. I
reached for her top. It was a one stop shop too. Nothing
underneath. I wanted to shout out a triumphant
YES
. Her
breasts spilled out to the side as soon as I got that shirt off
over her head.

“Brynne…beautiful.” I heard the sound of her
name come off my lips but couldn’t remember intending to say it. I
had to see her naked again, to remember how she looked, to know I
had the right to touch her and that she’d accept me. I had to have
some small part of her inside me before I could do anything else
too, I was that desperate.

Slowly I dragged my mouth from her navel up
to one perfect breast, covered the whole nipple and sucked deep. I
pulled her up inside my mouth and caressed the underside with my
fingers.
So soft
. She budded up tight and hard underneath my
tongue and I had to give consideration to the other one to be fair.
Those beauties deserved an absolute equal share of my attentions
toward fairness for sure.

She looked so yielding and sensual lying
there for me to fill my eyes with her image. Like a portrait. But
one that only I would ever see.
That’s not true
. The nagging
irritation was fleeting as I pushed the idea of others seeing her
naked, down deep into the dungeon of my mind. Right now I had a
feast before me. It was time to partake.

I needed to feel that flesh against my
tongue and lips. I needed so much from her I was shaking as I
kicked off my shoes and reached for my belt. I stripped out of my
clothes fast, very aware that Brynne watched every move I made, her
eyes traveling all over me. The sight of her admiring made me so
hard my balls hurt and my cock burned.
Only for her.

I lowered onto the bed with my knees
leading, totally distracted about where to go first. She was a
banquet for me all splayed out, her legs bent slightly but not
revealing what I wanted to see. My urges rose up from somewhere and
the words came out of my mouth. “Open up and show me. I want to see
what’s mine, baby.”

Slowly, her feet slid upward until they were
flat on the sheets as she bent her legs at the knees. I held my
breath and felt the thud of my heart in my chest. She shifted one
leg over and then the other. Just like that. She did what I’d asked
of her. Perfect submission in a graceful maneuver that ran a jolt
of lust up my cock just from the show she was giving me. I was
nowhere near satisfied. I wanted a good long look before I started
in on what I’d been denied for too many days.