Never to Keep (Accepting Fate #1) Page 3

  I sat down beside her instead of going back to my original spot. “Why are you drinking alone? It’s not safe.” I really wanted to tell her that picking up a strange man in a bar wasn’t safe, but stopped because I fell into that category from her perspective.

  “I could ask you the same question.”

  “It’s different for me. I’m a guy.” That got her attention. She turned to me with narrow eyes.

  “So, you’re saying I shouldn’t drink alone in a perfectly safe hotel bar because I don’t have a penis?” I didn’t think it possible, but she was even hotter when she was riled up.

  “What I’m saying is you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Most straight men would be driven to insanity from being in the same room as you. There’s no telling what they would do to you if you showed the slightest bit of interest.”

  “You still have your sanity; does that mean you aren’t straight?” Her lips curled into a sarcastic grin.

  “I said most straight men. Trust me; I’m teetering on the edge of sanity.”

  She looked around the room again. “Maybe I came here to find a man to ‘do things’ to me.” Her words just about did me in.

  “Look no further.” I took her hand and guided it to the tent in my pants to show her exactly whom she should choose. I nearly exploded when her gentle fingers made contact. My excitement diminished when she abruptly jerked away.

  What was I thinking? “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that. Please, don’t—” She firmly pressed a finger against my lips. Heat grew in her eyes, which assured me she wasn’t offended. I bit the inside of my lips together to keep from licking her.

  She looked at me as if she was truly considering me for the first time. “Do you have a room here?” she asked. I nodded slowly in response while doing a victory dance in my head. “Do you want to fuck me?” Damn, she was forward, and I loved it. I knew next to nothing about her, but I was absolutely certain I would be inside of her tonight, hopefully more than once. I nodded again as I tried not to finish in my pants. “Let’s go.”

  She lowered her finger from my lips and downed her last shot. She grabbed my hand, and led me toward the bank of elevators.

  I expected an awkward ride to the tenth floor, but it turned out to be incredibly arousing. The tension between us made the anticipation of things to come even stronger. Our eyes stayed locked on each other from across the mirrored car; the elderly woman standing between us was oblivious to the heat radiating from our bodies.

  My beautiful stranger stepped closer to me after the only other passenger exited on the mezzanine level. “Let’s cut to the chase.” She ran her fingers up the length of my fly. “You’re already hard, and I’m already wet.” She maintained eye contact as she reached under the hem of her dress and slowly slid her panties down her long legs. “I’m not interested in teasing or foreplay. I need to be fucked. Hard.” She moved even closer to me. “Does that work for you?” she asked as she tucked the small scrap of lace into the front pocket of my jeans. I held my breath as her eager fingers lingered a little longer than necessary.

  “I’ll give you what you need, on one condition.” Ha! I’d give her anything she wanted, and she knew it. “I’m not sure how long I’ll last the first time. I hope I get all the way inside you before I erupt.” The satisfaction on her face brought me even closer to the edge. “I’ll do whatever you want as long as I get to do whatever I want after.”

  She raised a dark eyebrow. “You’re awfully confident in your ability to recover.”

  “You’ll be lucky if I let you out of my bed before dawn.” I scooped her up and threw her over my shoulder as the doors opened on my floor. I turned down the hall that led to my room and thanked God it was close to the elevator.

  Her dress was on the floor before the click of the door latch registered in my head. I moved across the room and emptied my pockets on the nightstand. She kicked off her shoes, and a second later her bra joined the pile of clothes near her feet. I stood motionless with my pants around my knees, ogling her naked body like an adolescent boy. The woman really was driving me insane.

  “You’re fucking perfect.” I didn’t recognize the gravelly voice that came from my throat.

  She sauntered toward me with a swish to her hips. Her full, perky breasts swayed with each step. I got my shit together and was naked by the time she stood directly in front of me. With my back to the nightstand, her soft hand gripped my painfully hard cock and gently tugged.

  “I thought you said no foreplay….”

  “This isn’t foreplay,” she countered, and then led me across the room by my dick.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Madison

  I pulled the chair out of the way and braced my hands on the smooth laminate surface of the desk. I offered him my back, unsure if I could go through with it if I had to look at him. He was insanely hot, but he was also a complete stranger. His hands ran over my body, not staying in the same place longer than a beat. He tugged at the twist in my hair until the loose locks fell around my shoulders.

  I closed my eyes and adjusted my stance until our bodies were properly aligned. “Now,” I commanded and thrust my hips back into his.

  “Do you have a condom?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “Hold on a minute.” He found his boxers and tugged them on.

  “You’d better fucking hurry,” I growled. He opened his part of the door that connected to the adjoining room and pounded his fist on the door that opened to the other room. I jumped into the bed and pulled the golden pinstriped blanket over my naked body.

  I couldn’t see who opened the other door, but I could hear the two men talking.

  “Bro, I need a condom,” my stranger said.

  “Tough luck, I only have five left, and I need them all,” the other voice responded.

  They argued in hushed tones for a few moments before both doors slammed shut.

  “I don’t have a condom, but I swear I’m clean,” he said as he walked toward me with hopeful eyes. I could tell he was being truthful. Something about him told me this wasn’t his average Saturday night.

  “So am I.” Even though Ethan and I never used condoms, neither of us had ever been with anyone else. That was about to change…or maybe it already had. For all I knew, Ethan might have jumped into someone else’s bed after he drove away from me.

  I climbed out of bed and got back into position at the desk as he kicked off his boxers. I forced myself to stay in the moment. I may end up regretting this, but I had to go through with it. I had to find a way to forget about everything that had happened.

  My stranger came up behind me and pressed his impressive length against my ass. “Put it in,” he growled softly in my ear. I reached down with one hand, moved my legs a little further apart, and guided his massive cock until the tip of him rested at my entrance.

  He pushed about four glorious inches inside me and then paused. I looked down to where our bodies connected and realized he still had a long way to go. I was already stretched further than I ever had been before and was unsure of how much more I could take.

  “Oh, fuck. I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my life,” he said between heavy breaths. “You’re so hot and tight around my cock.”

  “Shh. Less talking, more fucking.” Of course I picked a talker. Any other day, I might have appreciated his commentary, but in that moment I needed to feel his hunger, experience his desire for me. He was right, though: I did fit his impressive cock tighter than a glove. I’d imagine he’d be a snug fit for any woman.

  I thrust my ass backward in protest of the delay. I needed to be filled, consumed. I needed to be completely taken by a man who couldn’t control his need for me.

  A primal sound vibrated in his throat as he slowly buried himself to the hilt before stilling once more.

  I looked up into the oval mirror that hung on the wall over the desk. The way his face scrunched as he fought to maintain control was the hottest thing I’d e
ver seen. A man who likely spent countless hours perfecting techniques to bring a woman to the heights of ecstasy was losing his composure because of me.

  “Fuck me, please,” I begged. “I need you to come so hard you feel it in your teeth.” I need to know I’m enough for you.

  He took a few tentative strokes in and out of my depths. His strong hands slid around my waist and up my ribs to cup my aching breasts. He picked up the pace as his fingers teased the sensitive peaks. His palms absorbed the bounce caused by the impact of his hips colliding with mine. A new wave of heat settled in my lower belly, which was promptly followed by guilt.

  I was so confused. Ethan didn’t want me anymore—I wasn’t enough for him. So, why was I thinking about him when I had another man’s cock inside of me?

  Because Ethan is the love of your life, dumbass. The taunting voice in my head was right. I should have been fighting for Ethan instead of fucking someone who could be a serial killer for all I knew.

  Ethan doesn’t want you. This guy does. I wished the bitch in my head would make up her damn mind.

  A drop of sweat fell onto my back as my stranger pulled out abruptly. “Turn around,” he demanded as he spun me to face him. “Something wrong? You checked out on me.” I couldn’t look him in the eyes; I was afraid he would see the cyclone of guilt and despair that wreaked havoc in my soul. He cupped my cheeks in his large hands and tilted my head up, so I had no choice but to meet his gaze. The vulnerability in his beautiful blue eyes shocked me.

  “Sorry, I’m okay.” I put on my best smile, which seemed to placate him. The dazzling grin he gave me in return fanned the flame between my legs. All thoughts of Ethan disappeared, and I was desperate to get my stranger back inside me.

  I tried to return to my original position facing the desk, but he stopped me with a firm grip on my hips. “Don’t turn away from me. I want to watch your gorgeous breasts bounce every time I slam into your tight body.” He lifted me by my waist and sat me on the edge of the desk. “I want you to look at me, so you know who’s inside you when you come.” He stepped between my spread legs. “This is going to be hard and fast to take the edge off. I’ll go slower next time.”

  Strong hands slid down my body and hooked behind my knees. He lifted my legs to tilt me back until I had to support myself on my forearms. Without warning, he thrust into me. I hooked my ankles together behind his back so I wouldn’t shift as his hands moved to my hips. His savage grip would leave marks for several days—and that thought just made me hotter.

  He adjusted his angle of penetration several times. I couldn’t stop the animalistic noise that originated deep in my chest as he hit my sweet spot. His hard flesh created delicious friction inside me, and his pelvis rubbed against my clit with every stroke. The sound of his thighs slapping against my ass combined with the smell of our coupling nearly sent me into sensory overload.

  “I’m not going to last much longer. Are you on the pill?”

  “Yes.”

  “Thank God. You need to come. Now,” he commanded.

  “No… Feels too good… Need more…”

  My pleas turned out to be an exercise in futility when he reached between our glistening bodies to stroke my clit.

  “Oh, fuck!” I screamed as I convulsed around him. My body and mind shattered simultaneously. All at once the tension, sorrow, and anger that had built up over the past few days was expelled from my body. He echoed my curse and followed me over the edge.

  “Holy fuck, that was amazing.” He barely got the words out through heavy breaths.

  “I would have to agree.” I sat up, making sure to keep him inside me. I rested my forehead against his shoulder when his strong arms wrapped tightly around me. We stayed like that for several minutes until we caught our breath. I would never be able to enjoy average sex again.

  I mourned the loss of his cock when he pulled out of me. The view of his muscular ass as he walked to the bathroom to clean up was all it took to get me ready for round two. I could look at him forever. I sobered at my errant thought. I didn’t need to set myself up for disappointment.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked when he caught me reaching for my dress. “I’m not nearly finished with you yet.” His voice was husky, and his cock was already standing at attention again.

  “I think it would be best if I left…” My words died on a sigh as he stroked a powerful finger down my cheek to my neck and then finally rested his palm on my breast. His other hand reached for his incredibly hard cock.

  “I couldn’t disagree more.” His wicked grin coupled with the sight of him pleasuring himself reignited the flames in my belly.

  Sweeping me off my feet, he carried me to the bed and laid me down horizontally. I watched his hand pump his length as he thoroughly examined my body. He grabbed my legs and pulled until my ass was at the edge of the bed. Licking his lips, he wedged himself between my thighs. Once again, my legs instinctively wrapped around his narrow hips.

  I pushed up on my hands until my lips were an inch from his. “Kiss me,” I pleaded. There was a moment of hesitation before his firm lips met mine for the first time. He tilted his hips back and then slid inside me where he belonged…for tonight, anyway.

  *

  “Will you stay the rest of the night?” he asked while I was still pressed up against the door to the adjoining room. “I think I need a short break to recover after that last one, but I’m not ready for you to leave.”

  “What do you want to do while we wait?”

  “How about we watch TV? I’m afraid you’ll come to your senses and sneak out if I take a nap.” He reached for the remote and pressed the power button. He flipped through a dozen channels before stopping on a sitcom. “How’s this?” he asked.

  “That’s actually one of my favorites,” I replied.

  “Same here,” he said with a grin. “You really are perfect.”

  I felt completely relaxed with him as we cuddled under the covers. We laughed at the crazy antics transpiring on the show and made out like horny teenagers during the commercials.

  We shared two more orgasms before he fell into a deep sleep. Despite being both physically and emotionally exhausted, I had no such luck. Lying in bed with a stranger after a few rebound-slash-comfort fucks didn’t exactly promote good sleep.

  The longer I stayed, the more clearly I realized the entire thing had been a mistake. In the darkness of the night, I could do nothing but think about how my happy ending had been ripped away from me before my fairytale truly began. It was hard to accept that the man I’d loved with every fiber of my being since sixth grade wouldn’t choose me over getting some strange.

  “Hypocrite,” I mumbled to myself. I looked over at my stranger. Even though he didn’t love me, for a few short hours, I’d been enough for him. For a little while, he had been able to piece together my tattered heart.

  Fate was an evil bitch. She took away the two most important men in my life for absolutely no reason. As if that wasn’t enough, she decided to tease me with the beautiful man lying beside me. I ran my fingers through his shaggy, dark hair. I watched his peaceful face and listened to his even breaths. I imagined waking up next to him every morning and making love with him every night. How long until he realizes you aren’t enough for him, either?

  The voice in my head shook me back to reality. Maybe, someday, I would find a man who both loved me and enjoyed making love with me. The flimsy bandage he’d placed on my heart slowly peeled away.

  Self-pity turned to shame as the magnitude of my selfish actions sank in. I’d taken advantage of a perfectly nice guy, so I could forget my pain for a little while. I hadn’t bothered to consider his feelings. I had to leave. I couldn’t bear the thought of facing him after what I’d done. I didn’t want to risk seeing the regret that would fill his eyes in the morning light.

  I carefully pulled my legs out from under the covers, so I wouldn’t wake him. My head instinctively turned to the sound of a phone vibrating on th
e nightstand next to me. The picture that appeared on the screen caused my stomach to churn. A pair of extremely small breasts filled the screen. The worst part was the name of the sender: Future Wife. A few moments later, a call from Future Wife lit up the phone, followed by a voicemail notification.

  The man snoring softly beside me was engaged to be married. The man who’d been deep inside me for hours had promised his never-ending love and fidelity to someone else. His loving fiancée probably thought he was jerking off to the picture of her itty bitty titties when, in reality, he was lying in a hotel bed with me after having been fucked into a coma.

  My thoughts returned to Ethan. The thought of him in someone else’s bed hurt like a bitch, but at least he’d ended things with me before he acted. What my stranger had done was exponentially worse. The notion that I had unknowingly contributed to the future Mrs. Stranger’s devastation was the last thought I had as the glaring red numbers on the digital clock flipped over to midnight, ending the worst day of my life. It was way past time to leave.

  It didn’t take long to get dressed, because the few clothes I had were still in a pile near the door. I took one more look at the asshole spread out on the disheveled bed. I didn’t understand how he could sleep like a baby after committing the ultimate betrayal. I shut the door quietly behind me and fled to the elevator that would carry me two floors up to my room.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Madison

  The scorching rain from the showerhead beat down as I washed every inch of my body. No matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn’t rid myself of his smell. My skin was almost as red as my car when I stepped out of the shower nearly an hour later, feeling just as dirty as I had when I’d stepped in.

  Both my faith and dignity had evaporated in less than twenty-four hours. I could hear my abuela chiding me from beyond the grave, “Chicas buenas no deben comportarse como putas.”

  “Yes, I know good girls shouldn’t behave like harlots,” I said as if my dead grandmother could hear me. “Maybe I’m not a good girl after all.” How could I be upset that he turned out to be a rat bastard when I had practically begged him to fuck me? I lay down on the hotel bed and closed my eyes, welcoming the darkness that enveloped my mind.