Stupid Hearts (2 page)

Chapter 2.

I am so out of place!

That’s all I could think about while I sat at the fancy hotel’s lounge bar sipping a terrible dirty martini and waiting for him to show up.

It had been a little over a year since we’d shared a cab and curiosity had gotten the better of me once again. I hadn’t even planned on staying in the city this long, let alone having a causal fuck buddy for a few nights every month when our busy work schedules aligned.

Seth: Drinks?

That’s how it always started. Once he was in town and got a little lonely—or more like horny—one word sent me running to him.

Him. Even the thought of his abs and captivating blue eyes was enough to soak my panties and make me want to make every bad decision possible. Add in his husky voice and impeccable style and you had sex on a stick just waiting to be licked and sucked.

I could see him from the corner of my eye. He was watching. Waiting. Playing our little game perfectly.

Sitting at the bar, sipping on my drink, I caught the eye of a man in his mid-twenties across the bar. He looked to have a swimmer’s build and was fairly clean cut.

He’ll do.

I bit my lower lip once, knowing both men were watching. Slowly licked my teeth. Sipped my drink and licked the rim of the delicate glass.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

Swimmer-boy took the bait like a smallmouth hiding under a log on a hot summer’s day. He slowly made his way over to the empty seat next to me.

“This seat taken?” A brogue soaked his words, fucking sexy as could be.

I shook my head no. “All yours, Sir Wallace.” I sipped slowly on my drink, trying not to choke on the bitterness hitting the back of my throat or the cheesiness of my Braveheart reference. He was making me nervous. The way he smiled as he slid into the seat next to me sent my heart racing.

“Sir Wallace, I could get used to that.” He laughed a deep throaty chuckle. “Not from around here are you?” His bright honey eyes raked over my skintight jeans, down to my high-heeled boots, and then up to my tits, which were about to pop out of my tight fitting silver tank top.

“How’d ya guess?” I winked at him, playing with the toothpick that had held my blue cheese stuffed olives.

“Call it a hunch.” He took a swig of his beer and waved the empty bottle to the bartender.

“You have good instincts. I’m Savanna.” My lips turned up at the corners when my watcher tugged at his tightening suit pants.

It’s working.

“And does Sir William go by another name?” I ran my hand over his toned bicep, under his loose fitting cotton shirt.

He cleared his throat. “Finn. It’s nice to meet you Savanna.”

I leaned in closer as the bartender set Finn’s new beer in front of him. “So what brings you stateside, Finn?” His name felt good rolling off my tongue. For the first time in a year another man had lit a fire in my belly.
Dang it.
I was still here with someone else.

“I’ve been here since college. My sister and me came here to chase the American dream.”

Damn his voice was intoxicating.

I looked over to where my watcher had been, now an empty table. Time to snap out of the Irish love spell Finn had enchanted me with.

A cough came from my other side and I shot a seductive smirk over his way. “Hello?” I cooed as he took a seat next to me. “It must be my lucky day. Two hot men at once.”

He winked at me before looking over to Finn. “Savanna here is taken.” His husky voice thumped with possession and my heart raced a little as his hand caressed slowly up my thigh.

Finn got up and without a word walked back to his seat at the other end of the bar.

“He went quick,” I remarked, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Savanna, is it?” He licked his lips and bit down hard.

“Yes, sir. I am in town on a visit.”

“Is that so? Well I’m Clayton.” He extended his hand to mine. Once my hand was firmly in his grasp, he pulled me in close to him, wrapping his other arm around the small of my back to scoot my chair close, right in between his legs.

“Nice touch, changing your name, Joey. It’s sexy.” He kissed right under my ear on the nape of my neck.

Chills. Fast electrifying chills coursed throughout my hungry body.

“Wanna get out of here, Clayton?” The new name felt bitter and exciting escaping my mouth as our fingers intertwined.

Tonight is going to be fun.

He helped me off my stool. Even in my six-inch heeled boots, he was still a good five inches taller than me. His face was stubble-ridden from his late night work meetings and early mornings at wherever-the-hell-he-worked, but his dark hair was trimmed perfectly into a military style crew cut. I figured him to be an ex-marine, but our relationship never got to details like that. I knew he worked out a lot, had no tattoos, and loved extra dry martinis. That his kiss was enchanting and he fucked like a sex god on steroids. That he lived in some suburb of Boston, but was from Florida originally. That his real name was Seth Roberts. And that’s it.

He knew my first name, how to make me weak at the knees and come within seconds. He knew what building I lived in and that I worked as a freelance photographer.

The casual nature of our relationship made it easy to not get too attached, but I was addicted. He was a drug that I barely got to play with but craved most nights. And right then he was going to be mine.

We started to head out of the bar, passing Finn. “Bye, Will.” I smirked at him as a questioning look crossed his face, making me giggle a little to myself.

He’s a rodeo I’d love to ride.

The martini was starting to get to me; even one and I was a little tipsy. They called people like me two beer queers where I came from, but I didn’t mind being a lightweight.

We walked through the marble lobby, got in the elevator, and attacked.

Seth pressed me up against the mirrored wall, pulling my leg onto his hip. He lightly bit from my collar bone to my chin while I slowly rubbed his growing erection. He growled into my neck, making my clit pulse with need.

“God, it’s been too long.” I huffed into his ear as he reached up my tank top and under my bra, tugging on my nipples just the way I loved it.

The elevator slowed, forcing us to pull away from each other until we were behind the closed door of his suite.

I went right to the bed, slipped off my boots, and stripped down to my bra and panties.

Seth groaned as he watched me slowly undress from the other side of the bed where he was already standing in his birthday suit, stroking his erect member leisurely. “Put your boots back on. Never leave them off, Jolene. Never.”

“Yes, sir.” I did as he asked then got on my knees on the bed, staring right at him. I slowly started to massage my breasts over the lace, playing with my nipples, watching how his dick pulsed in reaction.

“You like that?”

He nodded.

“And this?” I ran my middle finger under my panties, over my soaking clit, slowly biting my lower lip out of sheer pleasure. A low rumble came from the back of his throat.

“Fuck. You’re so damn hot. Come here.”

I got off the bed, went around to where he stood, and did what he wanted before he could speak the words.

I took his girthy nine inches into my mouth until it painfully stabbed the back of my throat.

His fingers curled into my hair, pulling my head back. “Look at me. The. Whole. Time.” He thrust into me and I gagged, never breaking eye contact.

His cock felt so good. 

Hurt so bad.

I loved it.

He thrust harder and harder into my mouth until tears formed in the corners of my eyes. That’s what got Seth off the best: knowing it was painful. Right as his dick started to throb, he released my hair.

“Get on the bed. On your knees and put your hands behind your back.”

I faced away from him, hearing him open and close the nightstand drawer quickly. Handcuffs bound my wrists and clicked to the tightest setting they could.

“Painful?”

“Just enough.”

“Good.”

He pressed his chiseled chest against my back, letting his cock slide between my cheeks snuggly. “I want your ass, Joey. Can I have it?”

“You can have whatever you want.”

Quickly, he spun me around and shoved my head down next to his dick. “Get it nice and wet. We don’t want to go in dry, now do we?”

I spit and sucked until he was more than lubed enough to enter. I turned away from him again and quickly my face was on the bed, my ass high in the air and my black thong pulled down to right above my knees. His hands spread my cheeks and he spit on my backdoor. Slowly he put two fingers in.

I moaned and he pulled them out. “How was that?” His husky voice was coated in lustful desire.

“Fucking amazing,” I moaned into the comforter.

“How about this?” Forcefully, he thrust three fingers in and out of my opening, pushing in as deep as he could, stretching me, getting me ready.

I moaned and he spit again.

“More,” I cried.

Without warning pain and ecstasy shot through my body as he thrust his cock into my ass as hard as he could. Through sighs and growls he panted, “Did you bring them?”

I nodded as well as I could with my face smashed into the comforter. “My bag” was all I was able to mutter before a pleasurable scream escaped.

“Fuck. Your dick is amazing.” I sighed as he slowly pulled out.

Seth got off the bed and grabbed my purse to get the tiny pink vibrator out of its silk bag, along with a thick leather belt and a condom.

Still in the same position, Seth’s hand gently grazed over my bare ass. “You’ve been running.”

I nodded.

“Your ass is fucking gorgeous.” He nipped at my left cheek quickly with the belt, sending a slap into the air. I cried out. Pain was pleasure, such fucking amazing pleasure.

I could feel him start to unlock the cuffs. “Leave them,” I begged.

“As you wish.” His voice was gravelly with lust.

He rolled me onto my side, laying down behind me. He put the unwrapped condom in my hand and rested his hard cock on my fingers. I fumbled with the latex until it slid down his shaft. I lifted my leg and waited anxiously for his dick to finally fulfill my desire to have my pussy filled with his beautifully talented cock.

I heard the vibrator buzz to life and I moaned just from the sound.

“Tease,” I pouted.

“Beg.”

“Please, Seth. You know you’re driving me crazy. Fuck me the way I like it. Please.” I sounded like a fucking school girl on her prom night. I hated when he made me beg but I knew it got him harder and that was usually my main goal.

Slowly he started to rub the small bullet over my swollen bud. Gentle little circles swirled me into a frenzy that I could barely think straight through.

I stuttered, “Ple-please—Seth—fuck!”

Finally, his dick rested in between my slick folds, lightly putting pressure on my opening. I wanted his dick pressing onto my g-spot so badly, my entire body ached. Right as his cock started to fill me, my knees started shaking. He leaned back and grabbed my bound hands, thrusting harder and harder onto the perfect spot.

I cried out loudly as I felt my climax building in the pit of my stomach. “Fuck—Seth—I’m going to come.”

He pumped harder and faster while my pussy tightened around his length. His dick twitched with his own climax coming on fast. One hand’s fingers laced into my hair, pulling back hard as the other gripped around my neck perfectly.

God-fucking-damn-it.

I shook as a light layer of sweat coated my body. I could feel the pulsing of his dick pump harder as his release matched mine.

Slowly our bodies came out of our orgasms and our muscles relaxed. He released my wrists from the cuffs and kissed the top of my head sweetly.

“Fuck, Joey. That was…” His head hit the pillow as I threw my boots onto the floor on top of my crumbled clothes and pulled one of his white undershirts over my head.

“Yeah, amazing as usual.” I curled under the covers into his arms and drifted off into a post-sex coma.

Chapter 3.

“Babe?” I kissed Seth on his prickly cheek as he grunted at me. “Come shower with me?” Only one eye opened with an eyebrow raise.

Grunt. Snort. Roll over. Bury face.

“I guess that’s a no.”

I climbed out of bed, slowly stretching out my back, which was tight from sleeping on the hotel’s pillow top mattress. It was too soft for even Snuggle to be comfortable on.

Slap! The sound of Seth’s hand striking my bare ass right as I was about to make my way across the carpeted floor rang out through the suite.

“Fuck! Seth!”

He rolled over to shoot me a devilish grin. “It’s too perfect to not!”

I chuckled and grabbed the white plush robe out of the closet. Seth started to snore softly again, his face buried under his pillow. I watched him for a second before heading to the bathroom.

It only took a few minutes for steam to start engulf the marbled space. I scrubbed my body and hair in honey-melon hotel shampoo, used Seth’s razor to quickly shave my legs, and was out of the shower as fast as possible—I was hoping there was time for a quickie before my lunch with Brett.

The feeling of a smile spread quickly as I thought about my amazing cousin. He was one of the kindest, most confident, and most hilarious people I’d ever known. After my parents decided to ship me off to boarding school for being a “black sheep”, Brett was the only one in the family that kept in contact with me. I was bred a southern belle but didn’t live up to the title. The old money that was stained in oil dripped from most of my family. It was wrong, but I reaped the benefits too, and just tried my best to not let it consume me too much.

With the robe cinched tightly around my waist, damp hair pulled up into a messy bun, I ambled back into the room. Seth was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone with his brow creased, looking completely distraught. 

“Everything ok?” I took the seat next to him and tried to nibble on his neck only to be swatted away.

“You have to go. Something came up.” He gripped the sides of his cell, barely taking in breaths.

“Alright.” I grabbed the pile of clothes from the floor where I had tossed them the night before. My thong and jeans were successfully on when the door swung open. Not thinking about it, I whipped around, bare-chested, pissed off, and ready to scream at the intruder for not heeding the “do not disturb” sign.

“What! The! FUCK!” The words rang out like a shrieking poison from a gorgeous pregnant woman standing in the doorway. “Seth! You damn two-timing jackass.”

I grabbed my shirt, pulled it over my head as fast as I could, and threw my bra into my purse. “Well, this is fucking terrible,” I muttered, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Every cell in my body was begging me to bolt, but Mrs. Douchebag was taking up the entire doorway.

Seth stood by the bed, gaping—freaking chicken shit that couldn’t even defend himself. I guess there wasn’t much to say. He had been caught with another woman.

Oh for fuck’s sake! I’m the other woman. I should be mad too!

“You’re fucking married?” I yelled, turning to the coward as he gasped for breath. All he could do was nod and continue to stare at his now sobbing wife. She looked to be just about my age and very pregnant, like too pregnant to even be traveling.

“Chloe, what are you doing here?” His shaky voice crackled in the air.

Pathetic.

“Well, I think I should go. For what it’s worth, I am so sorry.” I gave a sympathetic smile to the woman and tried to get past her. She moved just enough for me to squeeze by then whispered, “I hope you’re happy, slut!”

“What the hell?”

Ugh! Damn my tongue.

I took a step back and pointed at the rat bastard in the middle of the room. I hissed, “I had no idea that your husband was married. He never wore a ring. He never talked about you. If he had I would have freaking bolted. I am not a slut. He is. I am sorry you’re married to a man-whore and have his spawn festering in your belly, but that is not my fault.”

Slap.

Wow, that hurt.

Seth’s face boiled while his chest heaved.

“Fuck you!” I yelled as I kicked him right in the balls and marched out.

It was the worst walk of shame of my life. No bra. Boots in hand. Rummaging through my purse to make sure my vibrator and belt were where they were supposed to be.

Fuck!

I turned on my heels and slammed the door to the room open. With two pairs of devil eyes glaring at me, I dove under the bed. Thankfully, that’s right where my pink o-maker had rolled after Seth was done using it the night before.

I shoved it back into my bag, smoothed out my clothing, and left again. Chloe and Seth were yelling at each other while I was waiting at the elevator, texting Brett to meet me at my apartment so I could wash the shame off of me. I heard Chloe scream, “Oh God! My water broke.”

Well, I am not fucking hanging around to see this.

I ducked into the staircase and hoofed it down the fifteen flights barefoot.

What a fucked up morning.

“Wait, so she went into labor?” My cousin sat on my sea foam corduroy couch, sipping his mimosa while Dozer laid his big head in Brett’s lap.

“I guess so. I didn’t stick around to find out!” Painting my nails on the floor, I tried to laugh about the terrible morning I’d had. “So fucked up, right?”

“Yeah, that shit only happens to you my dear.” Brett was wearing a loose white dress shirt partially tucked into his designer jeans with gaudy turquoise jewelry and accents. He had always been a better, flashier dresser than I was and way more glitzy. It worked for him, and it matched his personality well.

“So, how’s everything going on the Tony front?”

Brett bit his lip, playing with Dozer’s pointy ears. “There’s a new busser at work that I have my eye on now.”

“Oh yeah?” I loved Brett’s escapades.

“He’s eighteen. Just moved to the city. He needed a place to crash for a few nights so he has my pullout.”

“You would. How straight is this one?”

“He thinks he’s straight as an arrow, but I think there are a few kinks in that shaft.” My cheeks flamed as Brett winked at me. Even though I was completely fine with his sexual preference, the fact that he was able to sleep with so many straight men was astonishing to me.

“Oh, so the real reason I wanted to see you is one of my friends is an author. She has two perfect models for her cover but her photographer has the flu. Are you free to do a quick shoot for her?”

“Maybe. Sounds like a fun project. When?”

“They want Central Park at dawn, sooner rather than later. She’s on a time crunch.”

I groaned. “That is freaking early as shit! But, yeah, I’m in. Luckily, I just have to roll out of bed and do the shoot.”

“Thanks love. Her budget is a little tight.”

“That’s fine. I’ll take whatever she was going to pay her other guy. If she’s a friend of yours, I don’t mind helping out.”

“You’re awesome!”

“Don’t forget that!”

“I’ll text her your number.”

“Sure.” The smile that spread on my cousin’s face was adorable. He was the sweetest person in the world.

Brett stopped petting Dozer to fill up our mimosas so naturally, Dozer started his deep throaty grunt. “Your dog is so weird.”

I whistled and Dozer plopped down next to me. I rubbed his neck with my elbow while blowing on my wet deep plum nails. “He just doesn’t like it when the petting stops.”

“Apparently.” Brett rolled his eyes at my brown and white goofball, who was now panting in my ear while slapping his tail uncontrollably against the leg of the coffee table. “So we could set up a meeting for tomorrow with Kathy, my author friend. Maybe her models could join and we could talk about the shoot?”

I nodded. “Sounds like a plan. Set that shit up and order some Chinese. I’m starving.”

“Chinese and a mimosa? You’re a strange one.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, but you still love me.”