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  “You hated Christmas, didn’t you?” Abby asked.

  I sighed as I tossed my bag in the corner before I shrugged off my coat.

  “Abby, I didn’t mean that the way it came out,” I said.

  “Then enlighten me,” she said, as she sat on her bed. “Tell me what you meant.”

  “I made a choice to spend Christmas with you. That’s all I meant,” I said.

  “A choice you regretted,” she said.

  “Hardly. Christmas was wonderful. I told you that over and over again that night.”

  “While you were cock deep between my legs, sure. What I’ve come to find is that men will tell women anything just to stay there for a few more minutes,” she said.

  “Is that what you think?” I asked. “You think I just told you those things so I could fuck you longer?”

  “What am I supposed to think?” she asked, as she stood up. “I was under the impression that I was going to hear from you. That we were going to talk, or at least become friends, after what we went through. I didn’t just screw you that night, Colin. I—”

  My eyes locked onto hers as I slowly took a step towards her.

  “You what, Abby?” I asked.

  I could see that flush rising to her cheeks as her chest rose and fell with her quick breaths. I slowly stalked her across the room, my eyes begging her to finish that sentence. I wanted to hear it from her. I wanted to hear how much she had wanted me. How it wasn’t just a fun little fuck over the holidays to make it more special.

  I wanted to hear those words drip from her lips.

  “You what, Abby?” I asked huskily.

  “I sent an email to your secretary,” she said.

  “It was forwarded to me,” I said.

  “Then why didn’t you answer?”

  “I—honestly don’t know,” I said.

  “That’s all you’ve got?” she asked, snickering. “After Christmas and screwing by the fire and that little gift you had for me and even showing up on my parent’s doorstep. That’s all you have to say for yourself?”

  I never thought I could feel like the strongest man and the smallest dick at the same time, but somehow Abby made me feel that way. As I hovered over her, her big, beautiful brown eyes searching mine, I felt powerful enough to wrap my arms around her and pull her towards me. I felt powerful enough to thrust my lips down upon hers and feel her melt into my arms.

  But I also felt weak enough to melt into a puddle at her feet. A puddle of regret and bad decisions that brought us to this point.

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “I don’t want your apologies,” she said breathlessly.

  “Then what do you want? I’ve gotten us a hotel room. Twice, on this trip. I’ve paid for the rental car. Twice, on this trip. I’ve tried to understand you and I’ve tried to get you to settle down. And I thought things were better between us when we fucked last night but—”

  “You think your cock’s good enough to make all of that just fine and dandy?” she asked.

  “What I’m trying to say is—”

  “It would be really nice if you sorted out what you were trying to say before you actually said it,” she said.

  “So I don’t speak to you and it pisses you off, but when I do speak to you and you don’t like what I have to say, it pisses you off. Is there anything that doesn’t piss you off?” I asked.

  “Doug didn’t piss me off,” she said.

  “Because Doug was willing to be kind and soft with you.”

  “And what’s wrong with that!?”

  “Because I know that’s not what you want.”

  “How the hell could you possibly know what I want?” she asked.

  “Because I’ve spent personal, quality time with you.”

  “Yeah. That amounts to maybe two weeks of our lives,” she said.

  “Has anyone else spent that kind of intimate time with you?” I asked.

  Her eyes danced between mine as I took another step towards her.

  “Did your ex ever spend that kind of time trying to figure you out?” I asked.

  “You’re not trying to figure me out,” she said. “And don’t you ever think you can bring that man up. I should’ve never told you about any of that shit that was going on with me.”

  “I’m glad you did. Because you needed to talk with someone about it. I just wish you would talk with me now.”

  “About what?” she asked.

  “About why you’re so scared of the weather.”

  I watched her falter for a split second before she puffed her chest out and bucked up to me.

  “I don’t owe you a damn thing,” Abby said. “Now if you’ll excuse me—”

  She turned to pull the covers back from the bed and I grabbed her wrist. She gasped at my touch as I tugged her towards me, her hands planting into my chest as I wrapped my arms around her. She tilted her gaze up towards mine, her pouty lips parted slightly in shock.

  My eyes danced around her face before I slowly lowered my lips to hers.

  At first, she pulled back. I could feel her take a step back from me. Her body stood tall on her feet, but her lips never left mine. I cupped her cold cheeks and ran my thumbs across her skin, feeling her heat radiating out towards me even as she tried to deny me. This woman was the most confusing human being I’d ever encountered in my life. She refused to communicate unless it was on her terms and she always tried to manipulate things to go her way. She wanted me to read her mind without figuring out her soul and bend to her every whim whenever an idea or a fear struck her body.

  And the thought of this confusing, utterly infuriating woman took up every spare second of my time.

  I ran my tongue across her lips and felt her part them for me. Her body stepped back into mine as she fisted my shirt. The anger that still lingered between us slowly began to dissipate, and in its place was stoked an electric fire that raged throughout our veins. I could feel her pressing her body into me as my hands sank to her hips. I could feel her pushing me backwards until my back hit the wall, our lips swelling underneath the pressure of each other’s. She ripped my shirt from my pants and tugged at it, trying to free my body as her fingertips begged to feel my skin.

  She was shaking against me, and I could feel my knees growing weaker for her.

  We ripped at one another’s clothes until they were in tatters on the floor of the hotel room. My cock stood at attention as she dropped to her knees. I could feel the head of my dick dripping for her as she wrapped her lips around it, her beautiful brown eyes fluttering up to mine as my hand wrapped within the long tresses of her hair. She looked radiant on her knees for me. Worshipping my cock as she bobbed her head. My legs were already trembling and my heart was thundering in my ears. I could feel the very blood in my body racing through my protruding veins.

  But it was nothing compared to the feeling I got when our eyes connected. When her tits pressed into my legs because she wanted to take as much of me as she could. She worked for my pleasure alone as her knees dug into the floor, and the warmth of her mouth rendered me speechless.

  She sucked my cock so well that I almost forgot about the butterflies flapping around in my stomach.

  Chapter 12

  Abby

  He looked incredible as I swallowed down his cock. I was looking into the bright blue eyes of the most stubborn man I’d ever come to know. He was intelligent and knew it. Boasted whenever he could and risked everything for his work. He made shitty choices based on what was best for him and hated taking anyone else’s opinion on things. He was tightly wound and infuriatingly two-dimensional.

  But I knew what he was capable of underneath all of that.

  I knew the sensuality that rolled through his body. I knew the romance he possessed, but never unlocked. I knew the desires he craved and the things he dreamed about at night. I knew he was capable of opening up and being vulnerable if he would just let his walls down.

  “Shit, Abby. You feel so good.”

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sp; His words shivered me as I pulled his cock from between my lips with a pop. No matter how straightforward he felt he needed to be, and no matter how tight the knot in his panties were, the lust and the animalistic nature of him was undeniable. I clawed my way there over Christmas and reaped the benefits by shaking in his arms all night. I knew there was a softer side to him he could show if he could just trust someone enough to not take advantage of it. Businessmen lived in a world where their cards always needed to be kept close to their chests.

  But he didn’t have to be like that with me.

  He didn’t have to act that way with me at all.

  I felt Colin’s arms wrap around me before he tossed me onto the bed. My tits bounced everywhere as he descended right between my legs. His tongue wasted no time in finding my beautiful little nub as my arousal dripped onto his cheeks. I could feel the warmth of his fingertips as he kneaded into the meat of my thighs. I could feel my swollen clit growing fatter and fatter with each lick of his tongue. My gut was beginning to churn and my toes were beginning to curl. My hands were wrapped in his perfectly-combed black hair, my hips grinding against his face as he held me to the bed.

  My body shook with the force of my first climax, but he didn’t even let me catch my breath before he sank his cock into my body.

  My legs were thrown over his shoulders and he folded me in half. I could taste myself on his lips as he crashed his face into mine. My body was shaking against his as he dove in and out of my depths, coating himself in me as the bed rocked on its frame. My hands dug into his meaty forearms, leaving nail indentations behind as I breathlessly called out his name.

  It was all the strength I could muster before he drove me over the edge a second time.

  My mind was spinning and stars were bursting behind my eyes. I was quaking in his arms as my legs slid from his shoulders. I felt his lips curl around my pebbled nipple, his teeth raking against them as I arched into his body. The sparks that flew between the connections of our skin raised the fuzz all over my body. My heart hammered in my chest and tears of sweet release brewed behind my eyes. I craved his touch. I ached for his lips against my skin. I relished in how sweetly my name slid from his lips and I shook with the vulnerability that buzzed between the two of us.

  Colin crept back up my body before our lips connected again. Only this time, neither of us closed our eyes. We held one another’s gaze as his hands slid up my arms. He massaged each and every inch of them before our hands found each other’s, then our fingers intertwined. His large hands encompassed my own, dwarfing them as a small smile appeared upon my cheeks.

  It felt right to be here with him in this moment.

  It felt right for his eyes to be holding mine.

  I didn’t feel intimidated or deceived. I didn’t feel less than him or scared of what was happening. There was a delight behind his eyes that made me giggle, and as he pulled me upright and into his lap I could feel his heart hammering against my chest.

  “You’re beautiful, Abby,” Colin said.

  I blushed at his comment before I rolled my hips and let his cock slide effortlessly into my body again.

  He groaned at the sensation as I kept rocking my hips. I threaded my arms around his neck as his hands gripped onto my ass. He rolled me into him, pulling me closer and closer as my lips peppered kisses along his shoulder. I could hear him grunting and sighing into my ear, and the sounds cascaded shivers down my spine. I felt close to him. One with him. I felt our bodies melding into each other’s as I buried my face into the crook of his neck.

  “Oh Colin,” I said breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

  His hands helped to guide my hips faster and faster until I was slamming myself down onto his lap. His lips were nipping at me, leaving behind rising bruises I knew I would love to hate in the morning. His hands pressed into the small of my back, shoving his cock deeper into my body as I trembled in his lap. My clit was swelling and his cock was rubbing up against it from behind, shaking every muscle in my body as his scent penetrated to my bones. He smelled of sweat and sex and passion and dedication. He felt like heaven had seeped into the beds of my nails. I clung to him as I rode his cock, straddling him on the bed as he willingly met me thrust for thrust.

  Our lips collided in a sloppy kiss, our teeth clattering as my body began to clench down onto his.

  “I feel you,” he said breathlessly. “I feel every part of you, Abby.”

  “Don’t stop, Colin. Please. I’ll do anything. Just don’t stop. Don’t let me go.”

  He clamored on the bed and pinned me to my back before he rolled his hips deep into mine. My hands rushed through his hair, my fingernails scraping along his scalp as his eyes held mine. I locked my legs around his and pulled him closer, his legs sprawling out on the bed as he slammed into me. My breasts jumped against his chiseled chest and his sweat dripped onto my nose. I could feel his cock growing against my throbbing walls as my jaw unhinged in silent pleasure.

  And still, his beautiful eyes held mine.

  “That’s right,” he said. “Cum for me. Let it go. Let me feel it.”

  “Yes, Colin. Yes. Oh, please. I’m so close. I just—a little more. I—”

  Slamming my hands down onto his back, I clung to him for dear life as I climaxed against his body. My legs pulled taut and my body gripped him close, pulling his cock further into me as I moaned into his neck. I panted and heaved for air as he held me close, our bodies dropping to the bed before he finally popped.

  I could feel his cock pulsing with every pump inside of me as we laid there, tangled up tightly within each other.

  Like we had been on Christmas.

  I didn’t want to let him go. Something inside of me had grown accustomed to the warmth and safety I felt when I was body-deep in his grasp. I could feel him breathing heavily into my skin as he stayed seated inside of me, our bodies spread for each other as our arousal seeped into the bed below us. The weather outside howled in anger, barreling down with its fury as it tried to stunt our moment. The wind howled against the window and the ice smacked down against the glass. It was pitch black outside, swallowing the whole of Kansas whole as it tried to chew us up and spit us back out.

  But I held Colin close to my body as my eyelids began to grow heavy. I felt the closeness I’d been longing for since before the New Year, and I wasn’t ready to let go of it yet.

  And something told me that Colin felt the exactly same way.

  Chapter 13

  Colin

  It was the first day of the conference, and my body was throbbing in the most wonderful of ways. I stretched my legs and felt something stirring against me, a familiar sensation pressing into my chest. There was a mass of brown hair peeking into my vision. Taunting me with its tousled softness as something warm and soft stirred between my legs. The sun was just beginning to pour through the curtains of the hotel just outside of Kansas City, and I could smell my triumphant return. It had been three years since I had spoken at this conference, and now I was a keynote speaker because of the merger my company was making into the European marketplace.

  I had been the keynote speaker when we snagged the Asian marketplace, and now I was back to delve into the difficulties of the European marketplace.

  Ted would be irate that I didn’t get any work done, but I felt wonderful. My mind was calm, my body was relaxed, and all of the pent-up energy and frustration I had been harboring just seemed to dissipate. I held Abby’s body close to mine, her light snores causing a grin upon my cheeks. My hand rubbed up and down her back, slowly drawing her from her slumber as she grumbled.

  Abby had never been a morning person, and there was a part of me that enjoyed it.

  I enjoyed the little attitude she cocked when she was tired. I enjoyed the way she couldn’t keep a coherent conversation going until she got enough caffeine into her system. I enjoyed watching the way caffeine seemed to perk up her eyes. Once clouded by darkness and slumber, her eyes brightened with every milligram of the stuff she put in he
r bloodstream. Her voice came to life and her skin took on a healthy glow.

  It was as if caffeine was her life source.

  I looked over at the clock and saw it was approaching six thirty. We were three hours outside of Wichita, but if the weather was bad it would easily be a six-hour trip. I felt a renewed sense of vigor to make the last leg of this trip bearable. The first leg had been spontaneous and full of apprehension, and yesterday had been a living nightmare.

  I wanted to send Abby off with positive memories, just like I had the last time.

  The truth was, we couldn’t be together. No matter how much my body rose to her affections and no matter how much I missed her when she wasn’t around, she was an employee of mine. It was unprofessional, to say the least, but if something did strike up between us it could jeopardize the position she wanted within my company. Every promotion would be seen as nepotism at its finest, and she would have to work twice as hard and be twice as qualified just to be justified the promotion in the first place.

  I didn’t want to put her through that. Especially given what she went through last year.

  “What time is it?” Abby asked, groaning.

  “Six thirty. We should start stirring and get on the road. And don’t worry, we’ll stop to get coffee,” I said.

  “Good boy.”

  I chuckled at her before I slipped my arms from around her body. It ached to leave her. I slept better when I was beside her. Work fell from my mind and my soul seemed much calmer when she was around. It was a sensation I wasn’t familiar with. I experienced things with Abby I’d never experienced with anyone else before.

  But I owned the company she worked for, and her boss reported straight to me with matters of media urgency.

  Well, my secretary. But that was essentially the same thing.

  I slipped into the shower quickly and cleaned myself up. I shaved my face and made sure I was ready for any media exposure that might happen when we landed into Wichita. I picked out my finest suit as Abby dragged herself around the room, slowly piecing her life together with one eye still closed.