Heartthrob Hotel Collection, page 36
Veronica moans softly as I grip her blouse. I slowly pull it up and over her head, still listening for objections but she lets it fall away. With her eyes closed again, she leans back on her straight arms. Her body responds warmly to my touch, her goosebumps popping up as I kiss along her collarbone toward her cleavage. Her breasts, which were always perfect and big, are a little larger now, fueling my need for her body. I admire her even more on my way down to my knees. Her hips are wider. Her tummy is slightly pooched but so adorably biteable.
And here I thought she turned me on before.
I reach the floor and rest my hands on her wide-open knees. Veronica’s eyes open and she gazes at me as I trade kisses between her silky thighs. She lays a hand on my head, combing her fingers into my hair and sending shivers down my spine in anticipation of her nails’ sharp bite on my scalp.
I want to bury myself in her. I want to own her body and make her lose her mind, but I remember the fear in her eyes last night.
Slowly.
“Go ahead,” Veronica says over me. I look up, connecting with her sweet eyes and she smiles.
I rise off my knees for a moment to kiss her. “Are you sure?” I ask.
She nods, breathless. “Yes, I want this.”
“Okay,” I say, giving her one more kiss before falling to my knees again. “Slap my forehead if I go too far.”
The moment my tongue touches her skin, my senses erupt for her. Her. Her taste. Her scent. It’s all so very Veronica but different enough to make me so utterly obsessed with her all over again.
Veronica gasps, quickly slapping her other hand over her mouth to remind herself not to scream as I lick and lap and suck her throbbing clit. I target it with my lips, feeling her thighs press against my ears as they quiver with passion.
My cock rages in my briefs. Can’t say I’ve ever finished without penetrating something before but there’s a first time for everything. Watching Veronica like this, hearing her moans and feeling her hands on me, aching and begging for more. My cock head throbs hard, pulsing for permission to be inside of her again as she writhes on my tongue.
“Ira,” she moans, her words barely audible beneath her hand. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
Christ, I just might, too.
Veronica fists a clump of my hair. Her nails dig in as she bites into her own hand. I look up as she comes, watching that beautiful goddess as she gives me everything. She holds back nothing but her voice, still conscious enough to keep quiet. I don’t stop. I’ll continue licking and tasting her until she begs me to stop. I could stay here all night if she wanted me to.
Her shoulders sag and she leans back against the bathroom mirror. Her eyes flutter open and she lowers her hand from her mouth, chuckling and smiling in satisfaction. “Ira,” she says, her thighs twitching. “Stop, stop—”
I end the assault on her clit, but I stay in place, leaving comforting kisses on her thighs. Her iron grip on my scalp relaxes and she silently runs her hand through my hair as she breathes.
“That was so good,” she says, laughter still in her voice.
I push off my knees. She lowers her legs from my shoulders but keeps them wide around me as I stand. I lick my lips with a smirk, towering over her as her calm expression shifts toward suspicion.
“Did I say I was done yet?” I ask.
Her head shakes. “No,” she answers.
“Because…” I push my pants and briefs down, freeing my aching erection. “I think we both remember what happened next.”
Veronica bites her lip as she smiles. “Remind me,” she teases, her body still buzzing from climax.
I kiss her once, growling with need, as she shifts forward to put her feet on the floor. Of course, she remembers. She just wants me to say it… and then do it again.
I take hold of her hips and spin her around to face the mirror. She moves without resistance with that sweet smile on her mouth. I guide her head back, eager to kiss them again and she leans into it to kiss me back. Her rear purposefully pokes backward, softly rubbing along my erection. I tighten in response, holding in the animalistic urge to come.
“I bent you over,” I say in her ear. “Just like this.”
I place a hand on her upper back, and she leans forward. Her left knee rises. I assist in propping it up on the counter. I bite down, my blood pounding at the mere sight of her in front of me, her rear on full display and her pussy wet and waiting for me.
I kiss her neck, nibbling up to her ear again. “I fucked you,” I growl. “So hard.”
Veronica moans and raises a hand, planting her palm against the mirror ahead of us. I lean over to put my hand on hers and she tilts her head back again to kiss me.
We breathe in each other, our bodies warm and happy. I’d still be warm and happy if she says no. My cock will surely hate me, but he can take it. What Veronica needs is more important.
She looks at me, her other hand cupped along my neck. “Slowly,” she whispers.
I smile and reach between our bodies. “I can do slowly,” I say, taking hold of my cock.
My tip rubs past her entrance, easily sliding between her wet folds. I shudder at her warmth as her body melts closer to mine. She curls up, opening herself even more as I continue teasing her, running my cock forward and back along her dripping entrance.
I watch her face in the mirror. Every little flush and twitch of her cheeks drives me crazier. She wants it as badly as I do. She remembers the smile she had on her face when she walked out of here last year. I want to make her feel that way again. I want to make her feel that way every single day.
My tip slips into her pussy and we both let out heated gasps. Pleasure rockets throughout my groin but I reject the urge to thrust and fuck her as hard as possible. Slowly, she said. Slowly, she’ll get.
I pull out, waiting a moment before slipping in again. Just a little bit as I watch Veronica in the mirror. Her face shows nothing but pleasure with her big eyes closed and her mouth open wide. She moans softly, her cheeks bright red with blood.
I give her more, easing my dick inside of her and delighting in the desire taking over. Her hips nudge backward, sliding me in a little bit more. I pull out again to tease her and extend that burning ache for myself even longer. I kiss the back of her neck, listening to the sweet sound of her cooing voice as I push in again.
I reach around her, placing a hand on her belly as the other grips hers on the mirror. “You feel fucking amazing,” I whisper.
“Don’t stop,” she says. “Do it just like that.”
I rest my head on her shoulder, giving my cock my entire concentration. I’m moving so slowly, everything feels magnified by thousands. Her wetness hugs my shaft tighter the deeper I thrust.
Fuck, I can’t take this much longer.
Everything about Veronica turns me on and gets me off. Her laugh. Her smile. Her amazing body. Especially that last one, knowing what this body has been through.
She’s created life, for fuck’s sake, and she’s giving me the honor of fucking her brains out.
“Ira?”
I raise my head, feeling Veronica’s hand tap my side. “Huh?” I mutter.
“What’s wrong?” she asks. “Why’d you stop?”
“I, uh…” I stall. “I didn’t, I just…”
She shifts to the side and lowers her leg. “You look like you’re gonna hurl,” she says as she turns to face me, allowing my cock to fall out of her.
I chuckle. “No, no. Not sick. You…” I pause, admiring that gorgeous face once more. “I’m losing myself in you, that’s all.”
Veronica tilts her head and snorts. “That sounds kinda cheesy, Botsford,” she says. “You’re not going soft on me, are you?”
I raise a brow. “Oh, hell no.”
“Good.” She hops back onto the counter and spreads her legs. “Because I didn’t say I was done yet, either…”
Her lips find mine as her hand guides my dick back inside of her. I fall to pieces all over again, thrusting forward to fill her as moans tumble from her tongue into mine. The tension builds in me faster than before and I brace myself for total ruin.
“Where do you want me to come?” I ask, breathing hard.
Veronica smiles, our kiss deepening. “Anywhere you want,” she says.
“Oh, you know where I want to, V.”
She laughs and gasps in pleasure. “Do it. I want you to.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
I groan, nearing the edge. I kiss her hard as my balls tighten in release. She locks her ankles behind my back, holding me inside of her as I give her one more long, slow thrust.
Veronica embraces me, holding me steady with both arms as I come. She moans in my ear as I drop my head and bite into the soft flesh of her shoulder. Pure ecstasy drags me down, threatening to drop me to the floor, but I don’t dare slip from her loving arms.
“V,” I groan, my cock still throbbing inside. I try to say something else but my voice twists into garbled vowels and syllables.
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” she jokes.
I look up and cup her face, pulling her in for an even deeper kiss than before. She chuckles as she unhooks her ankles and lowers her knees but I’m not quite ready to let her go yet.
Our perfect silence cuts short as a shrieking cry calls out from the suite. Veronica turns her head, breaking our kiss, but her smile stays in place.
My instincts twist in confusion, torn between what I want and what needs to be done.
“Guess I should get used to this,” I say, sighing.
Veronica bites her lip. “You should?”
I pause, suddenly realizing what I implied with that. The truth of parenting a newborn. The sleepless nights. Cries for food or comfort or nothing at all, all of which a mother must be prepared to drop everything and deal with.
A mother, or a father.
Michelle cries again, cutting me off before I can answer.
Veronica quickly lowers off the counter and shimmies toward the toilet hidden around the corner. “I gotta clean up and get to her,” she says.
I ease back and bend down to grab my pants. “Right,” I say, getting out of her way.
She moves out of sight and I pause again, taking a deep breath as thoughts I’ve never had before come roaring through my head.
I can do this.
I zip up my pants and grab my shirt off the floor before exiting the bathroom into the suite.
Michelle lies on the bed, screaming her little head off for food or comfort or who knows what. It almost breaks my heart that I can’t even tell the difference but maybe, just maybe, I will someday.
I toss my shirt on as I step toward the bed. I flex my fingers and hop on my toes, psyching myself up before I lean down.
“Okay, kiddo,” I say, my voice getting lost. “We’re cool. We got this.” I sink my hands between her little body and the bed, remembering how Veronica did it the night before. “One hand on the head. The other on the booty. Simple enough, right?”
I lift her up as if I’m holding a priceless object from a museum. My fingers stiffen, refusing to even budge as her arms wave and her legs kick.
“Shh, shh,” I whisper as her cries get louder. “What’s wrong? You hungry? Is this a diaper thing?”
She keeps crying, tears streaming down tiny, red cheeks.
“Come on, kid,” I say. “Cut me some slack or something.”
Her mouth closes and she sniffles instead but I get the feeling she could break into tears again with any wrong move.
I exhale with relief. “See? There you go. Life’s not that bad.”
A bit of courage takes hold of me and I shift my hands, slowly inching her to lie in the crook of my elbow. I brace myself for more cries, but silence falls over the two of us as we stare back at each other.
“See?” I say, smiling. “Not scary.”
“Is that for her or you?”
I flinch up to find Veronica standing in the bathroom doorway, now fully dressed in her blouse and jeans.
“Both,” I answer.
She smiles and walks in, her eyes soft on the two of us.
“Sorry,” I say quickly. “I probably should have asked you first.”
“Why?”
“Well, I just mean… you’re the parent, right?”
Veronica shakes her head, amused. “Could have fooled me, Botsford,” she says.
12
Ira
“Okay, Ira. We’ll get that up to you soon.”
I tilt the phone away while I yawn. “Thank you,” I say. “Oh — and coffee. Lots of coffee.”
She titters. “You got it, sir.”
“Thanks again.” I hang up and look over at Veronica, who has now completely taken over my writing desk as a changing table. “Breakfast will be here soon,” I tell her.
“Good,” she says, leaning over Michelle with a wet wipe. “I’m starving.”
“Me, too,” I say as I walk over. “Who knew getting woken up several times throughout the night burned so many calories?”
“Every parent ever, basically.”
“Oh.”
Veronica smiles at me. “I’d apologize but it was your idea.”
I stifle another yawn. “I know.”
“I was perfectly happy going back downstairs, but no. You said you wanted the daddy experience.”
“Yes, I did.”
“So…” She stands up with one balled-up, used diaper in one hand and the other cocked on her hip. “How’d it go?”
I look from her to the happy, naked baby sprawled over my writing desk. “It was fun,” I say with a shrug.
“Fun?” she repeats.
“Yeah, fun.”
“You had fun?”
“Didn’t you?”
Veronica hesitates. “Well, I wouldn’t say it was a nightmare, but I wouldn’t call it fun, either.”
“Oh, come on.” I scoff. “Admit it. You had a little fun.”
She bites her cheek. “Okay, I’ll admit it was more pleasant than doing it alone.”
I smile. “I’ll take it.”
“Cool, thanks,” she jokes as she drops the wrapped-up old diaper into my palm.
“I didn’t mean this,” I say. “I meant — eh, never mind.”
I step into the bathroom to toss it into the trash as she chuckles behind me.
A hard knock strikes the door.
“Oh, yes. Food,” Veronica says.
I continue at the same stride through the bathroom, words and concepts not quite making their way through my tired, pre-coffee brain as fast as they usually do. Coupled with flashbacks of the amazing sex I had on this very counter last night, it takes me a second to realize that room service wouldn’t have gotten that order together this quickly. Even if they had, the staff member delivering it will surely notice the mysterious woman and the adorable baby who obviously spent the night in my suite.
The Botsford Plaza rumor mill will light up like a damn Christmas tree by lunch.
“Wait,” I say, spinning back around. “Veronica—”
I reach the suite just as she answers the door.
“Oh,” Veronica says. “You’re not room service.”
I stop in my tracks. A man stands at the door with his thick arms crossed over his chest. His nonchalant expression instantly turns to confusion at the woman answering my door then slowly morphs into a devious excitement that only a big brother can have.
“Hayden,” I say.
Oh, shit.
Hayden.
His eyes dart from Veronica to me to Michelle behind us to me again as his smirk climbs his face.
“This is…” he pauses, “the greatest day of my life.”
I ease forward, slowly guiding Veronica to step back. “Hayden…”
“I’ve waited twenty years for a moment like this,” he whispers.
“Now, hold on,” I say, raising a hand. “I can explain this.”
“Excuse me,” he says as his hand disappears behind him. “I have to make a phone call.”
“No, you don’t.”
He takes a step back into the hall. “It won’t take long,” he says as he slides his phone out of his pocket. “I just have to call everyone I’ve ever met right now.”
“Hayden, put that phone down.”
Hayden breaks into a sprint and takes off down the hall.
“Shit!” I say, bolting forward past Veronica to follow him.
“What the hell is even happening?” she asks behind me.
I ignore her as I pick up my pace to catch up with Hayden.
Fortunately, while my brother is a professional athlete, he’s a recently injured professional athlete and he’s holding back. Any other day, he’d easily outrun me and have what he saw all typed out into a group text to our other brothers, but not today.
Today, I reach him before he makes it to the elevator.
“Hayden, hold on—” I hop onto his wide shoulders and pull him backward, prompting him to grunt loudly. “Give me the phone—”
“No!” He stumbles off balance while shoving me away.
I sweep him down onto his good knee while maintaining the light choke-hold with one arm. I reach for his phone with the other, but Hayden constantly wags it around, successfully keeping it out of my reach.
“Hayden, knock it off!” I shout, getting increasingly annoyed.
He reaches up and slaps me in the face repeatedly with his other hand. “Stop choking me!”
“Stop slapping me and I’ll stop choking you!”
He smacks me even harder and I growl in frustration.
“Hayden, come on—”
“You had a baby in there!” he says.
I wince, praying that we haven’t caused enough ruckus to open doors. “Dude, keep your voice down—”
“Why do you have a baby in your room?!”
“If I tell you, do you promise not to say anything?”
Hayden laughs. That’s a no, I guess. Can’t say I didn’t have that coming.
He grabs me and rolls forward, shifting my balance completely and tossing me over his shoulder onto my back.
I quickly spin onto my stomach, reaching out to latch onto his pants before he can stand back up. He slinks onto the floor again and tries to crawl away, his arm extended as far as possible as his thumb taps the screen.
