Fulfillment (Book 3 in The Temptation Series) (40 page)

“I can see
that already, you know.”

“I’m getting
there, Lex.”

“Good, Rick,
because despite the past year, I want you to be happy.” I stepped
up to the door jam and wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you.”

He hugged me
back and the hug cemented that we held nothing more than mutual
respect for each other and a love that held no romance, just a deep
friendship. It was nice.

When I got
back into the car, Bryce reversed the Lexus out of the driveway.
“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just
asked Rick for a divorce.”

He turned his
head to me and paused, mid-reverse. “Are you sure he understood
that?”

I laughed.
“Yes, he has moved on, and so have I. I just want to make it
official.”

He continued
to drive and asked casually, “So, when will it be official?”

“Shortly after
Christmas.”

The smile that
plastered his face gave me butterflies.

***

We arrived at
City Towers and found that Bryce’s keycard would not activate the
private elevator.

“Fucking
stupid piece of shit,” he said as he typed in his security
code.

“You’re pretty
hot when you’re angry,” I declared, as I watched him frustratingly
push a numerical sequence. “Here try mine.” I handed him my card.
It didn’t work either.

“Fuck!”

“Maybe you
should just get a key like the rest of the world,” I teasingly
taunted him.

He lifted his
head to meet my gaze then turned in my direction.

Automatically,
I detected his carnivorous need, it rolling off of him in sexually
charged waves, causing me to back up until my arse was pressed
against the railing of the elevator cart. He strode toward me, then
stopped and pressed his delectable frame against my chest. I took
in a sharp, suspense-filled breath as he placed his hands on the
wall on either side of my face, our eyes desperately searing one
another’s.

My tongue
gently moistened my lips then my teeth grated against them, knowing
that I would soon be tasting him. He growled harshly as he pushed
his palm into a panel and reached for the elevator phone, all the
while keeping his hungry stare on me.

“Sam, my
private elevator has malfunctioned, have Dale look into it please.
Thank you.” He hung up the phone.

“So, are we
stuck here...together...for a while?” I asked innocently.

“Yes,” he
replied as his dropped his gaze down to my chest, my chest
automatically rising toward his stare.

“What are we
going to do, Mr. Clark?” I purred, as I placed my hand over his
groin, feeling his hard, thick erection.

His eyes
closed momentarily then shot open as I squeezed mildly. “I’m going
to fuck you, Hunny. I’m going to show you how much I adore you. I’m
going to show you just how much I appreciate you being in my life.
Then, I’m going to cement that you will never leave it. Ever!”

“Mmmm,” I
hummed, enjoying his possessive words while trailing my hands up
his chest across his white t-shirt and up to his neck. He dragged
my dress up to my stomach and hauled me into his arms where I
eagerly wrapped my legs around his waist, enjoying the fact I could
now easily do that again.

He gripped my
arse and thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, deliciously tasting
all I had to offer him. His passion and ownership of me ignited a
hungry need, driving me to desperation, a desperation that had me
biting down on his plump lip, pulling it away from his face before
letting it go again.

He growled and
carried me into the basement garage, my flip flops falling off in
the process. “Tell me where you want it, or I’ll fuck you right
here like this,” he mumbled around my tongue.

“Harley,” I
breathed out as I threw my head back to take in some much needed
oxygen.

He pressed his
lips and tongue to my neck as he carried me toward the black and
chrome motorcycle.

“Oh fuck,
Bryce. I want you so bad.”

“You’ve
already got me bad, Hunny.”

I giggled. “I
know.”

He walked up
to the side of the Harley, where he placed me down on its black
leather seat. Impatiently, he yanked my long cascading dress back
up to my waist and wrenched my white lace G-string down my legs,
dragging it as he followed its descent.

Then, dropping
to his knees, he lifted my legs, propping one foot on the exhaust
the other on the engine, spreading me wide for him to devour. He
slid his hands up my thighs as he closed the gap between my pussy
and his mouth. I sucked in a breath, anticipating his tongue and
desperately waiting for that warm wet feeling his mouth granted
me.

Forcing me to
crave his touch, he paused before sliding his tongue along my
sensitive clit, it responding delightfully.

“Oh God,” I
moaned as he dragged it up and down, massaging his nose, lips and
cheeks into me. My head fell back in pleasure as he repeated the
motions while tightening his grip around the tops of my thighs.

He released
one hand and dragged his finger through my wetness, finding my
opening and delving in deep. “Shit, Hunny,” he groaned as he leaned
forward again and flicked his tongue against me.

I clenched my
fingers into the leather of the seat, feeling my orgasm climbing
with each stroke and flick of his tongue, perfectly in rhythm with
the slide of his finger.

“Let go,” he
coaxed, sensing my stubbornness to hold on.

“I want to let
go when you let go,” I whimpered.

“You will,” he
growled, as he sucked my clit into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck!”
That was all it took to push me over the edge, my hips bucking
underneath his face, my hand finding his hair and my nails finding
his scalp. I gripped tight, holding on in fear I’d fall for failing
to have the strength to stay on top of the bike as my orgasm waved
through me.

As the
pleasure decreased, he stood up, pulling me up to stand with him
and lifting my dress completely over my head. I reached for his
jeans and undid them with ferocity, helping him drag them down and
away from his perfectly sculpted legs. He kicked them free,
together with his shoes, then straddled the bike and leaned back on
the seat.

His cock was
prominently positioned, asking for my lips and mouth, and never
being one to refuse its blatant invitation, I accepted quiet
happily. I straddled the bike in front of him and leaned forward,
engulfing his warm, solid shaft into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he
groaned, as my lips slid down then sucked right back up to his tip,
over and over. I loved the feeling of him filling my mouth and
touching my throat, the feeling of my tongue teasing his soft,
subtle skin.

I looked up at
him through hooded lids, arched back in the motorcycle’s seat. He
looked so fucking sexy, his head tilted backward, his neck taught
and ridged. I had the urge to lick that masculine neck and then
take his tongue in my mouth again. I also had the urge to ride his
cock on this stunning machine.

Giving him one
last suck, I let go and crawled up toward him. He lifted his head
and met my voracious clamber toward his face.

“So fucking
beautiful,” he uttered before I reached him and pressed my lips to
his.

Placing my
feet on the exhaust on either side of the bike and giving me a
platform to balance myself, I lifted and hovered over his cock. He
stroked himself with both hands and positioned it upright, allowing
me to lower myself perfectly on top. As I felt him slide inside me,
I let out a pleasing sigh, my pussy clenching and hugging him
tightly with grateful acceptance. Bryce groaned at the feel and
gritted his teeth, urging me to wrench his t-shirt over his head
and reveal his mouth-watering chest.

He leaned
forward and unclasped my bra, tearing it from my chest and
releasing my heavy breasts, his hands kneading my sensitive flesh,
his thumbs gently rubbing my nipples. I reached behind me, finding
the handlebars. And pushing my tits in his face, I braced myself to
ride the fuck out of him. He was so deep, and I could feel every
inch of him as I carefully pushed up and down.

“Fuck, you
feel so good and look so fucking sexy riding my cock right
now.”

I smiled at
him and tilted my head back revelling in the feel of him hard
within me.

A sudden surge
of pleasure rippled through me as the pad of his thumb found my
clit, rubbing in small circles as I pumped him slowly. “Oh God,
Bryce, I’m close.”

He leaned
forward, secured my arse and laid me down against the fuel tank.
Bryce was tall enough to place his feet on the ground on either
side of the bike, allowing him perfect balance and control. He
positioned his cock at my entrance once again and pushed in
aggressively, holding my legs as he repeatedly slammed into me. It
wasn’t long before I was screaming my second orgasm, he grunting
his first. It was so intense and delicious, and my breath had all
but left my body, my lungs desperately trying to suck in some
more.

“Great
choice,” he breathed out as he continued to slowly push into me,
easing my orgasm. He leaned forward and sucked on my nipple then
dragged his tongue up my neck till he found my mouth.

I savoured him
while I regained my composure, then broke away and let my body
surrender completely against the motorcycle. “We need to do that
again. This motorcycle is far too hot to be sitting idly in this
garage. Maybe we can go for a ride down the coast on it.”

His body
tensed slightly, then he pulled out and bent his legs, lowering
himself onto the seat. “Yeah, maybe.”

“There’s a
reason you don’t ride anymore isn’t there?’ I asked, as I sat up
and faced him.

His eye
twitched mildly. “Yes.”

Reaching
forward, he grabbed my hips and lifted me on top of him. I wrapped
my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist.

“Are you going
to tell me why?”

He nuzzled my
nose. “If I have to.”

I tilted my
head up to kiss his nose. “Yes, you do.”

“I used to go
riding with my dad. It was just something he and I did. When he
died, I stopped riding. It just didn’t feel right.”

“Do you think
you’ll ever ride again?”

“With you in
my life, I’m pretty sure I can do anything.”

***

We redressed
ourselves after the ride of a lifetime and walked hand in hand the
long way around to the lobby of City Towers.

“Alexis, you
look fabulous. It’s nice to see you getting around freely again,”
Abigail said as she stepped out of the Concierge Attendant’s
office.

“Thanks,
Abigail. It’s so nice to be able to get around freely. You really
do take the ability to just walk around for granted.”

Samantha
stepped out of the office and gave me a shy smile before ducking
away quickly.

“Please excuse
me for a second, Abigail. Hey, Sam,” I called after her. “Wait a
second.” She stopped hesitantly and spun around, putting on a fake
smile.

“How are you
doing?” I asked, cautiously.

“Yeah, I’m
good.”

“Has anyone
ever told you that you suck at lying?”

She bit the
inside of her lip. “Yeah, my dad.”

I scoffed.
“Have you spoken to Gareth since you told him you needed
space?”

“No. I just
need more time.”

“Okay, I’m not
pressuring you in any way. I just want to let you know that if you
have any questions, ask. Again, no pressure, but Gareth really
likes you, and he understands your need for distance.”
I can’t
believe I am sticking up for Gareth.

She let out a
long-winded breath and nodded her head. “Thanks. Look, I gotta go.
We are being briefed on the hotel’s Christmas festivities.”

“Okay, I’ll
talk to you soon.” I watched her walk away, knowing that she was
torn about her feelings for Gareth. Unfortunately, there was really
nothing I could do about it. Sam had a decision to make, and she
had to make it on her own.

I sighed
dejectedly and turned back around to find Bryce chatting away to a
blonde that I recognised as none other than Chelsea. I took in her
close stance next to him and her blatant flirting; the girl just
didn’t let up. I still hadn’t confirmed with Bryce whether or not
he had ever put her in her place about their friendship being just
that—a friendship. Regardless, it seemed quite obvious that she
needed a reminder—I’d had just about enough of her disregard of our
relationship.

I confidently
walked up to Bryce and threaded my arm through his. “Sorry, I just
needed to tell Sam something,” I smiled apologetically at him, then
turned on Artificial-Alexis for the bitch in front of me. “Hello,
Chelsea. How are you?”

“Wonderful,”
she answered, batting her eyes at Bryce.
Are you for fucking
real?
“I see your ankle has healed?”

“Yes, thank
you. I’m back to my old self.”

“How nice,”
she answered dryly. “Bryce, I’ve been meaning to tell you about the
new Bell that Dad’s looking at acquiring. You really should come
down to the heliport and have a chat with him.”

“I’m sure he
knows what he is looking at,” Bryce answered politely.
This
bitch needs the opposite of politeness. She needs a face full of
rudeness; unashamed, deliberate impertinency.
“Excuse us,
Chelsea. We need to see Dale about the elevator.” He went to lead
me away.

I let go of
his arm. “You go. I need to have word to Chelsea. I won’t be a
second.”

He gave me an
unsure glance but turned and headed for Dale’s office.

When he was
out of earshot I turned to face Chelsea. “This stops now,” I
hissed. “Whatever you think you and Bryce have is over, so enough
of the disrespectful flirting. Back the fuck off.”

She looked in
his direction, a lascivious glint in her eye then turned back to
me. “You are no longer carrying his child, nor do you have a ring
on your finger. Until then, he is fair game.”