"So..." he started, eyes lighting up and catching me off guard. "How was it?"
My heart pounded. "How was what?"
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
My palms started to sweat. How did he know? Was it written on my face? Did he notice the dress when I came home? Do I still smell of sex?
Slate clicked his fingers in front of me. "Earth to Britta. How was the wedding?"
Relieved, I exhaled loudly. "It was... interesting."
"Details..."
"Rebekah wants to meet up."
Slate's eyes widened. "What could she possibly want to discuss?"
"I don't know."
"Don't do it," he warned. "It could be an ambush."
"I don't know," I continued. "I kind of feel sorry for her."
When Slate arched his brows in question, I told him how I caught Roman and the redhead going at it in the barrel shed.
"No. Fucking. Way!"
"Yes, way."
It was the strangest thing. Rebekah had happily gone behind my back and slept with my fiancé, caring nothing for my feelings. And now that the same thing was happening to her, I should feel some sort of comeuppance. But I didn't. It wasn't a pleasant feeling being cheated on, and I wouldn't even wish it on someone who'd hurt me so badly.
"Avoid at all costs. You've already been involved in all that shit before. You don't need to walk straight back into it."
"I won't, but I do have a question."
"Shoot," he said, unpausing the movie.
"Who is this redhead suddenly appearing everywhere I-"
Beside me, my cell trills to life, startling me mid-sentence. Hawk's name flashed on the screen.
"Probably calling to get his ring back," Slate said indifferently, returning his focus to the movie.
I let it ring out, but shortly after the first ring ends, it started for the second time.
"Are you gonna answer that, or should I? ‘Cause you're interrupting my movie."
Slate reached for the phone, but I pounced on it before he had a chance.
"I got it," I said more urgently than I should have. Standing, I walked into the kitchen and pressed accept. "Good morning," I said, putting on my office voice and not the office voice from last night.
"Indeed, it is, Britta." His gravelly tone created an ache between my legs. "Britta," he continued, "I'm two seconds from coming over so I can spank your ass."
"Why?" I asked, wishing Slate would leave and Hawk could follow through on his promise.
"You have something of mine."
I looked down at my ring finger. "I'll bring it to work tomorrow."
"Today, Britta," he enforced.
"Okay. I need sleep first."
"I have a bed."
"No," I said, turning away from the sofa and whispering, "I need my own."
"If you say so..."
"Britta," Slate's voice startled me. I turned to face him, his keys dangling from his fingers. "I'm heading out to get some beer, want some?"
"Is that Slate?" Hawk asked.
"Yes," I responded, and Slate interpreted it as his answer.
"Don't be long, Britta," Hawk warned. "I'm not waiting for long.
Chapter 12
Hawk
Britta never made it to my place, and now I'm outside her apartment.
I didn't care for the ring, in the sense of getting it back. I knew Britta would look after it. What I did need, however, were the keys to my office. In her haste of leaving my apartment last night, she packed my set of building keys. And now I was here to retrieve them.
As I went to knock, the door was pulled open. Slate was on the other side shrugging on his jacket and hopefully preparing to leave.
"Hey, man," he greeted with a smile. "Britta just passed out on the couch."
I look past him to see her snuggled up in front of the TV. "You here for your ring."
"More so for my keys," I half lied. He didn't need to know the other reason why I was here.
"Cool. I'll leave you to lock up? I gotta go see..." he hesitated before continuing, and it struck me as odd. "Yep, you can lock up for me. Catch you later, bro."
I stared at him as he walked down the hall. It seemed we both had secrets to keep.
"Later," I said almost to myself before I turned my attention back to Britta. She didn't stir when I walked in, and I couldn't help but feel somewhat of a creeper. Spotting my keys on the bench, I pocketed them and then walked to where she was sleeping. She had a slight snore, and it was cute as fuck.
"Britta," I called gently, but she didn't stir. Reaching for the remote on the coffee table, I turned the TV off and then hooked my arms under her body and started carrying her into her bedroom. She moaned, her weary eyes opening. She dropped her head against my chest, and I smiled.
"What's happening?" she mumbled.
"Your neck was at an awful angle on the sofa."
"Mmm," she moaned again. "Where's Slate?" I lowered Britta onto her bed, but it seemed she was waking.
"He just left. Just you and me, baby."
"Your ring." She moved with haste, but I stopped her from pulling it off. With a finger under her chin, I tilted her face and kissed her lips. She welcomed it and reciprocated, and what started off as gentle soon turned passionate.
Lips like hers need to be kissed.
They need to be fucked.
They begged for it.
Our tongues started a dance as my hand reached under her loose summer dress. My hands wandered up her thigh, skin so soft, and up to her breasts. Britta didn't stop me. In fact, she inched closer, demanding I touch her.
"I just need a taste," I whispered, pulling back and pushing her flat on the bed. "Just a taste." It was a lie, we both knew it. A taste was never going to be enough. Pushing the straps of the dress over her shoulders, I freed her tits giving them the recognition they deserved. They were plump, perfectly shaped and beautiful. My hand wandered back down underneath her dress to find her lacy panties. She was wet, her hips thrusting up to meet my hand, demanding my fingers rub her clit to the point of orgasm.
I stood up, pushing my hand away. Britta's eyes followed, her chest rising and falling heavily.
"Where are you going?" she asked, almost stricken.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I said, ready to leave. Despite how I felt earlier, I didn't want to fuck her right now. I mean, I wouldn't say no, but the last thing I wanted was for Britta to feel like I was using her for sex.
I cared for her as a person, as someone I'd known for years and loved.
And I cared about her as an employee. She was too fucking valuable to lose over any shitty misunderstanding.
"Goodnight, Britta."
"Whoa!" she lunged forward, gripped my arm and spun me around to face her. There was a glimmer of something shining in those beautiful blues of hers. Mischief, maybe. "You're not going anywhere." She laughed.
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Yes, that's so. My vibrator doesn't nearly compare to what you can give me."
I laughed at her assessment, and in response, she practically climbed me like a cat to a tree. Her soft lips locked to mine and it was deep and passionate. I felt Britta's hand work my belt and then unzip my pants. It all fell to the ground, and I kicked it aside.
With a wicked gleam in her mischievous eyes, she lowered herself, so she was level with my groin. Hooking her thumbs in my underwear, she pulled them down releasing my hard cock. It sprung free eagerly, and Britta moistened her lips in preparation. Opening her mouth wide, she slid her lips over my throbbing length. She sucked, licked, and used her teeth to gently graze. It was an exhilarating feeling, my head falling back enjoying the sensations.
I groaned, threading my fingers through her long hair, holding her pretty mouth in place. It felt too fucking good. The best I'd ever had, and as my cock threatened to explode in her mouth, I pulled myself free. She was panting, looking up at me with her wide eyes.
"You're too fucking good at that," I growled.
She smiled, gripped my shoulders and pushed me onto the bed. Again, she crawled her way up my body, lowering hers on top. Lifting her dress over her head, she sat on me completely naked and confident. She was like a goddess, and I had no idea why fuckface Roman would ever look elsewhere. She lifted herself slightly, her hand guiding my cock to her pussy. Britta's long dark hair fell over her shoulders and covered her breasts allowing little peeps of her nipples to show through whenever she moved.
"Is this you taking control?" I asked.
She smiled wickedly. "You bring out the wild side in me."
"Mmm," I murmured, waiting for her to slide my cock in. "I love your wild side, but I love control. Now put my cock in your pussy and let's fuck."
"Always in such a hurry, Mr. Carnage."
Raising herself some more, she slid the tip of my cock into her pussy and moaned. Keen to be inside her, I took over, thrusting until I filled her completely. Britta cried out, falling on top as she took a moment to get used to me. She must still be sensitive from the night before.
"Jesus," she moaned. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"Too much?"
She shook her head, hair tickling my chest. "No! Don't stop. I love it."
The woman said so herself.
Gripping her slender waist, I moved her up and down, so she slid over my cock. She was already panting and whimpering in my ear, nails piercing my chest.