The Bucket List (6 page)

He continued to laugh.

Chapter Five

Brett located the stately Devereaux Hotel. The lobby of the hotel looked regal with its gold marble pillars and burgundy antique furnishings. They received stares from several people, but Grace was not sure if it was because they recognized Brett or just thought they were an interesting pair. She didn’t have time to dwell on it as they were immediately called to check in.

Grace gave the receptionist her confirmation number and was prepared to check in using her card but Brett had them switch it to his American Express Black card. The receptionist took one look at Brett and the card, and began typing furiously.

“Is this your first time staying with us, Mr. McAllister?”

“Yes, it will be our first time here.”

“Well, as it happens, we have a double suite available for you and your assistant in our presidents’ wing.”

Graces eyes got round at the word “assistant.”

“I’m not his assistant,” she replied with indignation.

“My apologies, we get celebrities here all the time with their assistants I just thought...well, never mind what I thought.” Her café au lait-colored face brightened.

“I think you and your…
guest
would be more comfortable in that set of rooms.” She eyed Grace with a look of envy, even though the smile never left her face. "I would be more than happy to upgrade you at no extra charge.”

Grace stood next to Brett, fuming. She didn’t like how the woman had said “guest” either, as if she were some hooker off the street. The reservation had been in
her
name, not Brett’s; but once he took out his fancy black card, she ceased to exist. It was all about Brett now.

She was just about to give the woman a piece of her mind when Brett glanced at her.

“I think you will need to ask my fiancée that question; after all, she was the one who made the reservation,” Brett said, while looking the woman straight in the eye.

There was no way she would turn down a suite regardless of how crazy the receptionist was. She looked up at him and he winked at her.  She smirked back at him and then looked at the tight-faced receptionist.

“The suite will be fine.” She smiled smugly. All of a sudden the woman was having a problem looking her in the eye. A bellhop in burgundy uniform ushered them to their suite to get settled.

Grace was floored by the opulence of the décor.  She had stayed at nice hotels before, since travel was sometimes a part of her job. However, this hotel was fit for royalty. There was a living room, dining area, and two separate bedrooms, and all of the rooms were very spacious. The Devereaux Hotel was one of those boutique hotels, so she’d expected small beds and dainty chairs that would break if you looked at them the wrong way. She would have been comfy, but she knew Brett, with his massive build, would be like a bull in a china shop.

The suite was laid out in an open floor plan with enough room to entertain at least ten people if they wanted to. Grace was relieved that they could both enjoy their accommodations.

She went into the first of two bedrooms, the dark, wooden, double doors opened directly to a massive king-sized bed that had her stomach catching as images of her and Brett entangled in the sheets quickly passed through her mind. Lord, the things she wanted to do in that bed… As if her thoughts had beckoned him, Brett strode into the room, his energy adding to the already tense, sexual vibrations in the air. She shook herself trying to get her mind off of the sexy images. However, her overactive imagination was dead set on producing, directing and starring them both in scenes which would make an adult film star blush.  She needed to keep moving.

She removed her focus from the bed with its crisp white bedding down to the plush carpet on the floor. She loved soft carpet. She immediately bent down, unzipped her boots and stepped out of them. The thick carpet felt amazing under her feet and she reveled in it with a sigh.

Grace decided to check out the view, which was partially hidden by the gold curtains covering the French doors leading to the balcony. 

“I call dibs on this room,” she tossed over her shoulder.

She noticed his vision was on the bed and the look in his eyes could have burned a hole through it. 

Her nerves started to get the better of her and she quickly retreated out to the balcony. There was an amazing view from the wraparound balcony which they could access from the master bedroom. 

To her surprise, the air was warmer than it should have been for this time of year. She was going to have to change into something cooler before they hit the town.

There were plenty of people milling around below the black wrought iron balcony. The cacophony of voices and activity below mesmerized her; there was so much to see and do. It was almost like sensory overload.  This was going to be an awesome trip.

The bed had Brett’s undivided attention from the start. He just knew a place like this would have antiques all over the place, but all of the furnishings looked solid. Good, because he planned on fucking Grace on every one of them. If he got his way, and he normally did, Grace would be his woman by the time this trip ended. He planned to leave his mark on every part of her delicious, chocolate-colored skin. He noticed how quickly she moved out onto the balcony. He figured she was nervous. It was time for him to make his move before she found a way to stall.

Grace was on the wrap-around balcony looking down at the drunken revelers. Her feet were bare and the pink sweater she wore over her mock turtleneck had been discarded. Her soft, feminine curves drew him like a siren’s song.  He loved her body, full on top, then tapering down into narrow hips.

Coming up behind her, he placed his hand on the balcony railing, caging her in. Her body stiffened in surprise.

“Brett, what are you doing?” she questioned nervously as she tried to turn around.

“Did you mean it?” he asked, deliberately being vague. The best way to lower her defenses was to get her talking.

“Mean what?” Her voice held confusion.

“What you said about wanting me. Did you mean it?”

He moved one hand from the railing and pushed her hair back and away, exposing her pretty ear and neck. His lips searched out and found the side of her neck just below her ear and kissed it softly. She shivered and gasped; her breathing picked up as his tongue licked her neck. She tried to pull away but he had her locked firmly against his body.

“B-B-Brett…” She stammered his name. He was not sure what she wanted to say but whatever it was, ended with a moan. Her skin was soft and warm beneath his lips.

“Your neck tastes so good, I wonder what the rest of you tastes like. Are you going to let me find out?”  His tongue snaked out and flicked her ear lobe before he drew it into his mouth and sucked.

“Brett, please…” Her voice was more of a whimper than a plea for him to release her.

He released the lobe and proceeded to plant wet kisses along the column of her neck just above the top of her turtle neck. She turned her head to the right, giving him more access. It was all the invitation he needed.  He brought both hands up to her soft, yet firm breasts, tweaking her big nipples with his fingertips. He loved her thick nipples. They always appeared when she was near him, like full-on head lights, daring him to caress them, taste them. He planned to do all of that tonight and more.
Fuck
… She was rubbing her ass against his crotch like she was trying to make a home there.

The moaning sounds she made had him so fucking turned on he was in jeopardy of forgetting his own strategy. In many ways she was in complete control because he was totally out of his depth.  He was used to being confident with women; they were always there, offering themselves to him. He knew he could have them; his efforts at seduction were minimal at best.

With Grace, nothing was a guarantee. He would have to make sure she was so far beyond the edge of reason that she couldn’t do anything but allow her true nature to take control.  Heaven help him if he allowed the accountant to show up. She would withdraw from him in an instant and his path would be harder than ever. He was no longer willing to take one step forward and two steps back. 

He wanted to pull her back into the room, but instinct told him not to waste time.  The black wrought iron railing with its intricate fleur-de-lis pattern hid them in plain sight from the swarm of people below.

“Let me help you cross off a couple of more things on your list.”

Brett used his hands to ease her skirt up her thighs. His hand sought out and found her soaking wet core through the satin of her panties. The material was damp with the delicious honey from her sex and he had only just begun. The stroke of his fingers along her clit had her moaning and panting. It was music to his ears. 

“Brett, what if they see us.” She squirmed in his arms in a meaningless attempt to break free. The modest part of her personality tried to mount one last offensive, but he could tell it was half-hearted at best.

“Nobody’s paying us any attention baby, just relax and enjoy. Don’t think, just feel.”

He moved the crotch of her panties to the side and finally made contact with her moist flesh. He racked his fingers over her clit as if he were running them over the teeth of a comb. Back and forth he  strummed, refusing to let up. Grace moved her hips enticingly; her head fell back against his chest as he brought her pleasure.

He whispered naughty things in her ear as he moved with her. Grace’s breathing came out in heavy pants.

“Grace, do you want me?”

Using his middle finger, Brett played around her flooding entrance, only slightly penetrating her with the tip. She was so tight, he could only imagine how snug she would fit him. He cursed under his breath just thinking about it. Grace was dipping her hips trying to impale herself on his finger. She still hadn’t given him an answer and if he went too much longer, he would be beyond caring about her reply, but this wasn’t some soon-to-be forgotten fuck for him.

He needed her to acknowledge her true feelings for him and accept that he wanted her in return. He purposely pulled his hand away. Her eyes fluttered opened, he could see her scan the crowd below, dazed and off-balance.

“Tell me, Grace, do you want this? Do you want me? If not, I will go into my room right now and things will stay as they were.”

There it was, out in the open. She could allow the accountant to come out and deny them both the pleasure of taking this long-overdue release. Or, if he had played his cards right, she would remain true to the feelings she held for him and let him love her. She nodded her head yes, and leaned back into him. Lord, he wanted to take that as a yes, but the business man in him wouldn’t allow it. It didn’t mean shit unless it was said out loud, not implied.  He decided to push a little.

“Let me hear it, baby. I need to hear the words,”

She groaned as his finger began to circle her hot entrance. “Yes! Yes, Brett, please.” She groaned and rubbed against him as if to put out a fire.

“You want it, baby?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want me, baby?”

“Yes, yes, I want you. I need you!”

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“Please, make me come,” she moaned.

He turned her so that her back was to the crowd and placed her hands on the rail. He swiftly entered her with two fingers up to his knuckles and pulled back out. Using his other hand, he began pinching her nipple firmly while finger-fucking her in a slow steady rhythm.

He swiftly covered her succulent lips with his own, absorbing her cries of pleasure with his mouth and tongue. Brett was as hard as a brick. He was fucking jealous of his own fingers. He wanted to be inside her so bad he could feel his pre-cum wetting the front of his jeans.

Grace was moaning and saying things he wished he could decipher. His blood was pounding in his ears and he could only hear the erratic beating of his own heart…or was it Grace’s heart? He wasn’t sure. 

He wrestled with taking her right up against the railing. He had to remember that this was not about his needs. He had to give her what she needed and then he would think about himself. He felt her inner muscles contract and knew Grace was close to climaxing. She was calling his name, her eyes were closed and her hips were meeting his thrusts.