Heartbreak Warfare (Let Me In Book 1) Page 8

  We finish our dinner and get up to leave to go to the show. Cal grabs my hand and leads the way out of the restaurant. We get stopped twice on our way to the show for autographs and photos, which I volunteer to take for his fans. The women freak out and give me dirty looks while the men act less extreme. Despite some of the outrageous things they say to him, he is genuine with each and every person, always thanking them for their support.

  We make it to the show right as the lights dim and are escorted to a private table off to the side, away from the other tables. I have been entertained by illusionists before, but I do think it is a little ridiculous when they try to convince people that they can make the Statue of Liberty disappear. The illusionist starts to create a story, and soon we get sucked into his world of magic for an hour and a half. We give him a standing ovation at the conclusion of the show and wait until everyone else leaves before we make our departure.

  “What did you think of the show?” Cal asks as we walk toward the exit.

  “I thought it was actually really good. I liked the storytelling aspect of it.”

  “I agree. The show flowed very well with no slow points. Is there anywhere else you want to go?” Cal stops and looks at me.

  “I think I’m ready for bed,” I say, stifling a yawn. I have to be up very early and don’t want to go to bed too late, especially if Cal plans to join me. I just need to be honest with myself - I am beyond turned on by this man, and I am ready to continue where we left off this morning.

  “Well then, let’s get you tucked in,” he says wickedly, grabbing my hand and leading us to his place. We briskly walk through the casino to the VIP door, no words needing to be spoken as the anticipation of tonight making my heart race. We say good evening to the security guard while we go through to the hallway to the atrium. We continue walking down the corridor that leads to his door, the only sound being my heels clicking against the floor. We arrive at his door where he pulls out his key card and lets us in. All the lights are turned on and soft music is playing. I send Cal a quizzical look and he just shrugs his shoulders. “Steven must still be here.” As if on cue, Steven enters the hallway.

  “Good evening, Mr. Harrington, Ms. Pruitt. I hope your evening is going well so far. Would you like me to order any food or make you a drink?” he asks, looking between Cal and me.

  “I would like a vodka tonic with a lime, please.” I ask for a drink to help calm my unexpected nervousness about tonight.

  “I can make Jenna’s drink from the bar, Steven. Why don’t you go home as we are all set for the evening?” Cal gives him a tip, shakes his hand and escorts him to the door. He locks the door behind Steven, turns around and stares at me. “Do you really need that drink?” he asks, as his smoldering eyes bore into me.

  I shake my head no as he slowly walks toward me, like a lion about to pounce on his prey. There is no turning back on tonight, and I suddenly feel confident with my decision. He stands in front of me, and places his hands on each side of my face, tilting my head up toward him. My gaze drops down to those inviting lips. I briefly look back up at him as he descends upon me, his kiss soft and hesitant. He pulls back to look into my eyes, his nose briefly touching mine before he goes in for another kiss. With parted lips, he starts to tease my upper lip first, catching it when he closes his mouth. He repeats this pattern with my bottom lip, sending tingling sensations down my body. I dart my tongue through his parted lips and he moans softly, meeting my tongue with his own. As we deepen the kiss, he wraps one arm around my torso, his other arm wrapped around my ass, and crushes me to him. I cling to him as he demands I keep up with the lashing his tongue is giving me. We slowly break apart to catch our breaths and he lifts me up, my legs immediately wrapping around him as he carries me into the bedroom.

  The room is dark with only the dim lights from his private pool reflecting in. He kicks the door shut as I continue to kiss along his neck, making a brief appearance at his lips as I make my way to the other side of his neck. He stops right before the bed and I slowly slide off him, enjoying the feel of his hard erection against me. I start to unbutton his shirt, taking my time to reveal his hard chest. Once I reach the bottom of his shirt, I place my hands underneath it and caress my way upward, his muscles rippling underneath my touch. I grasp the edges of each side, spread his shirt wide, and take it down over his sculpted arms until it is a laying on the floor. Fascinated by the sight of him, I start a path of kisses on his sternum and make my way to his right nipple. He hisses and tugs my hair with his hands as I graze his nipple with my teeth and suck on it. I alternate between licking and sucking, his noises all the encouragement I need to continue. I eventually kiss my way up and down his six-pack and give his left nipple the attention it deserves. He places his hands in my hair, holding my head as close as it can to his nipple. When I start to suck on it, he moves his hands to my waist to try to untie the knot of my wrap dress.

  “Take this damn thing off,” he growls out his frustration after numerous unsuccessful attempts at untying the knot. I leave his nipple and stare intently into his eyes as I untie the knot, unwrap the dress from my body and throw it to the floor. His mouth parts slightly as his eyes roam down my black satin bra, black thong with a matching black garter belt hooked to black stockings.

  “You are so beautiful.” He places his hands on top of my shoulders and rubs down, bringing the straps of my bra with him. I shiver from the touch of his warm hands as he leans down, and starts to leave a trail of hot kisses down my neck to my collarbone. I move my head to the side so he can get better access as I grab blindly for his belt buckle. I manage to unbuckle his belt, unhook his pants and slide them off his hips. I slip my hands into his boxers, wrap my hands around his cock, and squeeze slightly. He groans against my neck as I stroke my hands up and down his length. He is round and thick and for a moment, I realize that sex with Cal might hurt if he is really as big as he feels. My thoughts dissipate as his hot, wet mouth latches onto my nipple, making me gasp. His tongue assaults it, sending sparks straight down to my core. I remove my hands from his cock, grab a hold of his head and bring him closer as I arch my back and moan in pleasure. He wraps his arms around me, lifts me onto the bed and lays down on top of me, his mouth continuing its deadly attack. I wrap my legs around him and start to rub up against him, the friction against him making the need for him to be inside me stronger. His hands caress my stomach until they reach the top of the garter belt, where his fingers slip underneath into my panties.

  “You are so wet,” he whispers, as he makes his way to my other nipple while his fingers continue to rub up and down against me. I can’t help but grind against his hand, squeezing it with my thighs to try to bring his fingers deeper inside me. My moans becoming louder as my desire for him only intensifies.

  “Cal,” I rasp, as he kisses down my stomach, grabs the top of my garter belt and thong, and slides it down my legs. He kisses up my thighs while he pulls my shoes off and takes the stockings off. Once I am free, he spreads my legs, blows on my clit as a small warning before he flicks his tongue against it. I moan louder and tangle my hands in his hair, positioning him so his tongue can go deeper. There is no way I will last long, my body already starting to spasm from the shock waves his tongue is creating.

  “Please Cal,” I beg. “Please….I need you inside me.” I must have him inside me now before I explode against his mouth. With one final suck, he lifts his body off of me and tells me to move to the headboard. I scoot backwards as he makes his way around the bed, opens the drawer to the nightstand and takes out a condom. I watch with hooded eyes as he removes the condom from the wrapper, pinches the top and wraps it slowly over his glistening tip, down his magnificent shaft. My eyes make their way up his body to his face to find him watching me. We stare at each other as he gets back on the bed, sits on his knees and brings me closer by moving my ass up on top of his thighs. With my legs spread apart, he grabs his cock and positions it as he rubs his tip up and down my bud, and then down to my ope
ning. I shake my head from side to side and dig my nails in his forearms, not knowing how much more I can take the teasing of having him so close to being inside of me.

  “Cal,” I pant, “please…” With that last plea, he slowly enters me, inching his way deeper. Despite my wetness, my body tenses at the shock from having someone so big inside me.

  “Fuck, you are so tight.” He clenches his teeth while slowly pulling back out. “Are you okay?” he whispers, as I wince from the pain that has now replaced the pleasure.

  “For some reason, it hurts. I don’t know if it’s because it’s been a long time or the position we’re in.” I am glad it’s somewhat dark in here so he can’t see the flush of embarrassment that’s crept up my face from revealing that it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex.

  He moves over me, keeping the majority of his weight on his elbows as he slips his hands underneath my head and kisses me. I soon become engulfed with desire again as his kisses attack my senses, and I can’t keep my body from moving against his. He suddenly thrusts back into me and I gasp loudly, this time at the unexpected pleasure. He starts to move in and out, and my hands immediately grab his ass to help move against him, the up and down motion creating a delicious friction against me. My body starts to vibrate from the buildup that is happening inside me. He thrusts faster, his moans becoming louder and more frequent. My hands grip him tighter, bringing his pelvis closer against me. Feeling as if I am about to come, I scream out my orgasm, clinging to every last thrust as he soon screams out his own release. It feels like my body leapt off a cliff and I am a light as a feather, slowly floating back down to the ground. When I come back to myself, I wrap my arms around him, relishing in the deliciousness of him still being inside of me. He lifts his head up and gives me a slow, sensual kiss that starts the tingle back up in my toes.

  “You are amazing,” he says, as he stares into my eyes. I immediately feel overwhelmed with unwanted emotion, so I remain silent and just smile at him. He leans down to kiss me again and while doing so, slowly pulls out of me. I groan at the loss against his mouth, not liking the feeling of emptiness. As I watch him get up to go to the restroom, I quickly come to the realization that he has completely ruined me for sex with any other man.

  10

  The sound of bells wakes me up from the deep slumber I was in. I pick up my phone from the nightstand and turn off the alarm. Six o’clock, unfortunately, came way too soon. With Cal taking me two more times, we barely got any sleep. I try to stand up, but immediately have to sit back down again, my legs wobbly from the overexertion.

  “What was that dreadful noise?” I look over my shoulder to see Cal laying on his stomach, his handsome face turned toward me with his eyes still close.

  “Sorry, my alarm clock. I have to go get ready.” I sigh and push my hair behind my ears.

  “You didn’t bring your stuff here, did you?” he asks with his eyes still closed.

  “No, I didn’t. Go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you.” I kiss him on the check and rise off the bed.

  He rolls over onto his back and finally opens his eyes. “I am sorry I don’t have breakfast ready for you this morning, as I didn’t realize what time you would need to leave. Do you want me to order you a car?”

  “No, I can walk. Thank you for the offer.” I am about to walk away from the bed when he suddenly lunges for my wrists and pulls me back onto the bed. He pushes me down, leans over, and pins me to the bed with both of my wrists in his hands.

  “I really do not like you walking by yourself in the hotel in that hot dress of yours. I will get you a car,” he demands, his blue eyes and hard body making it hard for me to concentrate.

  “Are you forgetting that I still would have to walk from the front entrance through the lobby and casino to get to my room?” I tease.

  He narrows his eyes at me, knowing I am right. “I still don’t like it. What about an escort?” I shake my head no. “Maybe I will just have you followed without your knowledge.”

  My mouth drops open at his shit-eating grin.

  “Listen, I know you need to go, but I have zero doubts that you’re going to be brilliant today. Good luck, and we’ll celebrate you tonight.” He kisses me hard before releasing me.

  I lay there for a few seconds, trying to blink back my sanity and calm my pulse that he sets a flutter. Feeling more myself, I get off the bed and head toward the door. “Have fun trying on clothes today.” I smirk at him, secretly wishing I could watch him as I KNOW what a sight that would be. The man would look good in a potato sack.

  As I make my way out of the Atrium toward the main hotel, I do look over my shoulder to see if I’m being followed per Cal’s threat. Shaking my head at myself when I don’t see anyone, I continue on my way, learning that 6:30 a.m. is a great time to walk back to your room as barely anyone is in the casino and the lobby is a ghost town. Not worrying that anyone is noticing my disheveled clothing, I smile as memories from last night start to occupy my mind. I order room service for breakfast when I arrive at my room. Once the call has been placed, I undress and get in the shower. The scalding water awakens my senses, and I wince in delicious pleasure as I rub the wash cloth over my sore nipples, down my stomach and over the sensitive areas between my legs. Cal wanting to see me again tonight only boosts my self-confidence and I do a little congratulatory dance for finally having sex since my divorce. I finish my shower, get into the big, fluffy white robe that the hotel provides, and wrap my hair in a towel. I grab my phone to check the time only to see I have a missed call from Robert. I quickly check my email to see if there were any outstanding emails before calling him back.

  “Sorry I missed your call, I was in the shower,” I say when he picks up.

  “Did you have company?” he asks while I hear him typing on his keyboard.

  “Just me, myself and I,” I confirm, as I put him on speaker phone so I can apply lotion to my face and body.

  “Yuck, that is a visual I do not want to have. Anyhoo, how are we feeling about today?”

  I stick my tongue out at the phone before answering. “Feeling great, ready to get the morning over with.” We go over the rest of my schedule for the conference and for the following week before ending the call.

  “That’s all I have on the agenda this morning to talk about. Good luck today, go woman power, and I hate you for not taking me with you as I know today is going to be epic.”

  “Love you too, Robert. I’ll call you later.” I hang up the phone just as a knock sounds on my door, indicating room service has arrived. My stomach starts to rumble as my nose gets a whiff of the delicious scents coming from the cart being wheeled in. I sign off on the check, shut the door after the delivery man, and start to read the newspaper that got delivered while I eat.

  One hour later, I am fully dressed, with hair and make-up done. I place my laptop in my bag, grab my phone and key card, and leave my room to go to the conference center to check out the layout of the room, and to test the audio-visual equipment for my speech. I am grateful that the walk to the conference center is less than ten minutes, since I am wearing six inch black peep toe Christian Louboutin heels. I know by the end of the speech, my feet will be on fire, but I’m well aware how short I am without the heels, plus they make me feel more confident wearing them. I need all the confidence I can get, as this will be the largest crowd I’ve ever spoken in front of.

  One of the organizers greets me at the front of the ballroom and shows me where they prefer I enter and exit. I hand over my USB drive that contains my entrance music, my speech and power point presentation to the audio visual director. We go through everything, making sure all equipment is working and ready to go. With rehearsal done, I’m escorted to one of the waiting rooms. Since I’m there before the doors open, I take advantage of the silence, and go through the copy of my speech one last time. I start to hear murmurs of voices in the hallway that soon escalates to hundreds of voices waiting to get into the ballroom. Fifteen minutes later, an assist
ant comes to escort me. I walk with her to the side doors of the ballroom, over four hundred people inside waiting for me to inspire and motivate them with new practices that they can use in their businesses. As I hear the MC say my name and my music cues, I take a deep breath, say a little prayer, and smile as the doors open for me to enter, all eyes watching me with anticipation.

  “You were amazing,” one of the organizers whispers in my ear as the doors behind me shut to block out the thundering applause and the standing ovation I so graciously received. I nailed my speech, letting my emotions of my journey flow, showing them my appreciation and sincerity that I wouldn’t be here without them. I then dove right into analytics of my business, and how they can apply some of my general methods to their own. It was by far one of my most successful speeches, and as I look around at the strangers congratulating me, I get a little whimsical of the fact that I’m here all by myself. Maybe I should have brought Robert. A doubt I can never reveal to him. I take a little comfort in knowing that I’ll have Cal to celebrate with tonight. I look at the photos on my phone that the assistant took for me while I made my speech and text them to Robert for him to post on our social media pages.

  “How did it go?” he immediately calls as soon as he received the texts.

  “I fucking rocked it!” I scream, thankful that no one else was in the waiting room at that moment. “Robert, it was truly amazing. They were up dancing at the music you picked out, nodding their heads in agreement with things I was teaching them, lots of them were even taking notes. Most of them even laughed at my jokes!”