Heat Vol. 5 (Heat: Master Chefs #5) (9 page)

It
wasn’t the type of hotel that I would have ever thought I’d stay in.  Small,
and old, it smelled of yesterday and the décor was from yesteryears.

“Sorry
about the accommodations, honey.”

“The
only thing that matters is that you're here with me.”

He
tore my clothes off and tossed each item to the four corners of the room.

“I’ll
make you forget that Bobby Cummings,” he grunted.

With
my legs in the air, he caressed my sex, quickly bringing me to a hard and fast
climax.  Wasting no time, he rammed his hard shaft into the pulsating folds of
moisture that awaited him.  I screamed out his name, conscious of the neighbors
that surely heard me, but I didn’t care.  I was with my man and I wanted the
world to know it.

Rial’s
hearty grunts followed, echoing in the small room as each thrust pushed the bed
back into the headboard with a solid thud.  Another orgasm slowly built up, an
all consuming orgasm that drew a feral growl out of my throat.

In
the distance, I could hear the immediate neighbor bang on the wall, but nothing
could stop us now.  Rial barreled into me, and I took every thrust with a push
up to meet him.

I
cried out.  I cried out for my love of him, for the pleasure his body brought
mine, for the freedom of finding my life again, for the assurance of the future
I had with him.  I cried out all the pent up frustrations and fear and
questions and doubts.

And
when I clung to him, spent and sweaty, I knew I would forever be happy with
him.  Cradled between my legs, he lay quietly for a moment before raising his
head.  Looking around, he let out a little laugh.

I
opened my eyes and looked around, and let out a little laugh of my own.  Our
passionate thrusts had brought the bed clear to the other side of the small
room.  We were no longer up against the headboard.  The foot of the bed was
nudged up against the dresser, the mirror on the wall askew.

He
stayed inside me until he grew hard again.  “Let’s see if we can’t push this
bed back where it belongs.”

“Already?”

“I’m
going to fuck every last memory you have of any other man out of your head. 
When I’m through with you, you’re going to know what it is to be fucked by a
man who loves you.”

He
pushed deep inside me and pulled out, waiting.  “I’m going to erase all traces
of Bobby Cummings.”  With a fierce and powerful thrust, he pounded into me.

Smiling,
I looked up at him.  “Who?”

Pleased,
he fucked me hard, grinding into me like a man possessed.  Our bodies were like
one, working together, playing together, climaxing together.  When we reached
another climax, I took the reins and mounted him.  Riding him like a bronco, I
let all inhibitions float away and became the hungry animal in need of her
prey.

My
lips took him in, the large hard shaft filling my mouth.  I sucked one
pleasurable groan from him after another.

“Tell
me you're mine,” he said as his fingers drove through my hair, guiding my face
up and down his cock.  “Tell me you’ll always be mine.”

I
continued to suck hard, pumping the stiff shaft with my fist and drawing a long
groan from him.

“Tell
me,” he cried out as his orgasm took hold of his body.  “Tell me.”

He
spilled his seed and let out a satisfied grunt as he lay back, limp and
exhausted.

“Yes,
Rial,” I finally said as I wiped the corners of my mouth.  “I’ll marry you.”

His
arms went around me, and he pulled me up to face me. “I love you, Lilly, and I
promise to try my best to make you happy for the rest of your life.”

Then
he kissed me with the gentlest kiss that held a lifetime of love and promises.

Epilogue

Bobby Cummings

“
W
elcome back to the United States, Mr.
Cummings,” the customs officer said.

I
nodded and hurried out to grab my suitcase and attempted to get a cab back
home.

Home. 
I couldn’t believe I was back in New York… alone.  I’d been far too optimistic…
thinking I could convince Lilly to come back with me.

I
managed to get a cab after only five minutes and soon I was back at home… my
mother’s home.  Only now, it didn’t feel right.  Something had changed back in
Paris.  Helping my mother out with her little family restaurant wasn’t enough. 
I wanted more, much more. It was until I lost Lilly that I realized how stupid
I’ve been to expect her to give up everything she had in Paris to follow me to
New York without being married to me. I wasn’t yet ready, and I was still
thinking it’ll be like old times with us just dating and having sex with each
other. 

Now
I felt like the biggest fucking fool in the universe, letting a woman like
Lilly go.

Walking
into my mom’s apartment, I set my suitcase down only to find another suitcase
sitting by the sofa.

“Mom,”
I called out.

“Bobby!” 
Wearing loose fitting jeans and an oversized red sweater, she came out of the
kitchen to greet me.  “I wasn’t expecting you until next week.”  Her smile
turned sad, the way it always did when she realized her little boy wasn’t
happy.  “What happened out there?”

“Nothing,
Mom.”  Though I’d accepted Lilly’s decision, it was still too painful to talk
about, at least for now.  My only consolation was that Rial really did seem to
be a good guy, a guy who really loved his girl and would treat her right.

“Did
you settle everything you needed to settle?  Lilly’s father?  Did she come back
with you?”

“Mom,
please.”

“I’ll
take that as a no.”

I
turned to her.  She was going to find out one way or another, so it may as well
be from me.  “Lilly’s in love with someone else now. With Rial… Rial King.”

“King?”

“That’s
right.  Errol’s brother.”  I glanced at the suitcase.  “Are you heading off
somewhere?”

She
seemed reluctant to answer.  “Like I said, I wasn’t expecting you.  I thought
I’d get to see you in Paris.”

“You’re
going to Paris?”  After an initial spark of anger, I realized I’d have the
place to myself.  And Sam’s Restaurant.  I’d have free reign.

“I
suppose you already know; I’m going to be a grandmother.”

I
nodded and smiled.  It was kind of cool.

“I
want to go out and help Taryn… you know… shopping for baby clothes, getting the
nursery ready and whatever else she may need.”

At
that very moment, I didn’t really care why she was going out to Paris.  I was
just happy that she was.

It
was only later that night, after she’d taken a cab out to the airport and I was
lying in my bed alone, that I allowed myself one last glimpse at my time with
Lilly.

I
got a hard-on thinking of the nights we’d shared.  One thing I could say, sex
with her was terrific.  I knew I’d lost a good one, but I was still happy for
her and wished her the best.  I would always have Taryn to keep an eye on her,
and to let me know how things were going, although I wasn’t sure if that was a
good thing or a bad.

If
I was to get on with my life, I really had to put her and my plans with her
behind.

I
fell asleep thinking of her, but by the time I woke up the next morning, I was
a new man, ready to take on the world.

Or
at least Manhattan.

I
had a lot on my plate, and first on my list was taking charge of Sam’s.  I
arrived bright and early, like usual.

“Hey,
Bobby.  Good to have you back,” Vinny said from behind the grill.

The
morning rush had already begun and he was deep in it.

“Good
to be back.  How are things going?”

“Everything’s
under control at this end.”

“But
we got a few deliveries coming in this morning, and no one’s gotten around to
taking inventory of the freezer yet,” Burton added.

“I’ll
try to take care of that.”

“Hey,
do you know an Allison… something?” Vinny said.

“Allison
Lincoln?” I said.

“Yeah,
something like that.”

“Yeah,
I know her.  Why?”

“She
came around the other night.  I think she wanted to check out how things worked
around here.”

My
heart raced.  Allison Lincoln; we’d gone to the same college and had discovered
our love of the culinary arts together.  She’d been a pert, little red-head
with to-die-for green eyes and a killer body she modestly hid behind shapeless
shirts and loose fitting jeans.

Throughout
the day, I thought of her, wondering what had brought her into Sam’s… and more
importantly, when would she come back again?  I’d heard she’d gone on to become
a very respected young chef who didn’t let people push her around, no matter
how big they were.  She’d become a tough cookie.

“
Filet
mignon
, medium rare,” Kelly, the waitress, called out as she set the order
on the counter.

“You
got that, Vinny?” I said.

“Got
it.”

I
busied myself plating two orders of creamy seafood pasta, and when Vinny
finished grilling the steak, I plated it as well.  “
Filet mignon
,” I
called out as I set the plate out for the waitress to take.

The
dinner rush was hectic and exhausting, but I loved the challenge and the
adrenaline rush that accompanied it.  Just as I was setting out three more dishes,
Kelly came in.

“A
diner wants to meet you, Bobby.  You got time?”

“Sure,”
I said, wiping my hands on my apron.  “Send them in.”

I
put away the bottles of herbs I’d just used and looked up at the sound of
footsteps.  My heart stopped, and my cock stiffened.  “Allison,” I said.  I
didn’t expect her to have that kind of effect on me.

“Bobby
Cummings.  So you're the one responsible for the food here.”

My
God, she looked terrific. 

“Nice
to see you, too, Allison.”

“I
suspected you still worked here, but I wasn’t sure.  I thought I heard
something about you being out in Paris.”

“I
came back.  My mom needed a hand.”

“Isn’t
that sweet?”

There
was something cool and aloof in her manner.  This obviously wasn’t a nostalgic
visit.

“Maybe
you heard; I opened a restaurant nearby.”  She flipped a lock of her red hair
back.

“No. 
I hadn’t heard about that.  Congratulations.  Opening a restaurant is a big
deal.  So what brings you to Sam’s?”

She
shrugged.  “Checking out the competition.  I hear a lot of my potential
customers are coming here.”

“That’s
understandable.  The food here is great.  How’d you like your dinner?”

“It
was Average.”

“Average?”

“Yeah. 
It was decent.”

“Decent?”

“Are
you a chef or a parrot?”

“I
think we’re a cut above average or decent.  I mean, I’m willing to concede that
we’re not the top of the tops… not yet, but we’re far from average.”

“Come
on, Bobby.  Admit it.  Sam’s might have a quaint little atmosphere, and you
have a faithful clientele, but the food is subpar.”

I
jumped back.  “Subpar.  Now I know you're just trying to play with my head.”

“I’m
being dead serious.”

“Well,
then maybe you should go out there and ask my patrons why they’re dining here
and not at your place.  You said it yourself… your potential customers are
flocking to Sam’s.  It’s not just for my baby blues, you know.”

She
smiled for the first time, the same smile I remembered from College; shy, yet
assertive, and oh, so sexy.

Yeah,
she’d definitely grown up since I’d last seen her.  Gone were the baggy clothes
and plain ponytail.  Wearing a pair of hip hugging, pale grey slacks and a
white button down shirt that was open just enough at the neckline to allow a
tantalizing glimpse of her white bra, she’d become a sexy, take charge woman.

“They’re
not flocking here,” she corrected. “They’re probably just used to coming here
and don’t have the guts to try something new.”

“Fess
up, Red.  I’m doing better than you expected and you can’t admit defeat.”  I
closed in on her and backed her to the wall.  “You never could stand to lose.”

“I’ve
lost nothing.”  She pulled in a long, deep breath, deep enough to push her
breasts out until they touched lightly against my chest.

The
hard on that’d begun became a full fledge woody.

“Tell
me, Allison.  Did you come here to check out my food, or me?”

She
didn’t answer.

My
eyes were glued to her lips, luscious and full, with just a hint of peach gloss
over them.  Damn she was hot.  Her hair fell about her face in thick waves, and
the light splash of freckles across her nose made her all the more becoming.

“You
don’t have to answer that,” I finally said, leaning in closer.

Her
breath caught in her throat and I knew I’d had the desired effect on her.

For
a moment I was reminded of Lilly, not the pure innocence of her, but…there was
something so similar.  Something that drew me in and kept me there, eager to find
out what she had to offer.

I
leaned in fast and kissed her before she could pull away.  Her full lips
immediately parted to let me in, and while her tongue resisted the invitation
to come play with mine, I knew I had her.

“Now
that you’ve checked me out,” I said as I pulled away from the heated kiss, “Go
back to your place and contemplate that.”

This is the End of Part 5

HEAT Vol. 5, the last book in the HEAT Series.

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