Accent Hussy (It Had 2 B U) (15 page)

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” I ask running my tongue over his abs. For some reason, he tastes even better than I remember.

“No,” he gulps as I work his belt away from his jeans. My hands fit into the waistband of his pants, maneuvering them off his body.

In just his boxers, Caleb is a sight any girl would swoon over. Even covered in bruises, his body is gorgeous. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t turned on by him right now. His boxers tent from his massive erection. I smile knowing that I’m the reason he’s that turned on. I know he wants me to fully undress him, but not until I get some answers about why he’s here and how.

“Are you going to answer me about how you got in my room and back here before me?”

“You were walking . . . I had a limo. I’m somewhat of a celebrity around here. All it took was some shameless flirting with the girl behind the front desk, and she was giving me your room number and a key to it.”

“Great, that means you can come in here anytime you want now.”

“Seems that way.”

“Good thing I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Then we better make the most of our time together. First thing, this dress needs to come off. It brought you way too much attention tonight.”

“What do you mean?”

“The guy with the southern accent, your redheaded friend, both of them wouldn’t stop staring at you.”

“Stalking is against the law, Caleb.”

“I was merely observing. You’re mine, Everly. Once you realize this, you’ll make things better for the both of us.”

“I’m nobodies, Caleb . . . especially not yours. You and your mutant penis need to stay away from me.”

“Mutant penis? Why does my cock have to be a mutant?”

“I dunno, it’s just too . . .”

“Perfect?”

“Yes,” I breathe. I’m back under Caleb’s spell, my lips are looser than Monica Lewinsky in the Oval office. I don’t like this . . . I don’t like it one bit. “You need to stop chasing me. I don’t even like you.”

“We’ll see about that,” he exclaims, removing the dress from my body. He shreds my panties, rips them completely in half, and throws them across the room. I’m moaning even though he hasn’t really touched me yet. He shucks off his boxers, reaches down, pulls out a condom from his wallet, and then stands over me while he puts it on.

“Caleb, you can’t keep doing this. I’m not going to date you, no matter how many times you try to force me.”

He ignores me and spreads my legs, running his rough calloused hand up my thighs. The difference in skin textures has me biting my lip. His hands feel so good against my skin. I don’t want him to stop touching me. I know I’m going to let him take me again. I could probably say no, but I know it’s useless since every cell in my body is chanting Caleb’s name. He kisses my knee and trails a few pecks up to my center. When he reaches the lips of my pussy, he stops and grins. “Tonight I’m taking my time with you. This time, you’re not getting rid of me, and there will be no leaving in the middle of the night like before. Tonight, you’re mine. Tomorrow, you’ll be waking up next to me, and we will be having breakfast. What time does your plane leave?”

“Four o’clock.”

“Consider yourself mine until then.”

“Caleb . . .”

His mouth covers mine, silencing my words. As we kiss, he slides into me, and I melt at how perfectly he fits inside. I won’t argue with him anymore. Right now, he feels too good. The thought of not waking up alone in Vegas is more appealing than kicking him out of my room.

Tonight, I will allow myself to be Caleb’s.

Tomorrow, I will take back what’s mine . . . me.

The smell of sex permeates my nose when I finally open my eyes the next morning. I’m exhausted and every muscle in my body is taking a sabbatical under my skin. My head is nestled on Caleb’s shoulder, while he’s still sleeping I take this moment to admire his partially uncovered, still naked, body of perfection. I stole the comforter from him last night, and the only thing between me and his morning wood is a flimsy white sheet. When I go to move away from him, Caleb’s arm tightens around my waist.

“I told you, you’re mine today. No getting out of bed unless I instruct you to do so.”

I roll my eyes and press my hands into his side. “I need to take a shower. I’m starting to smell like you.”

“I smell awesome. So you should be appreciative of that.” His hold releases and I scramble from the bed, heading towards the shower. I can’t believe I’ve slept so late. It’s almost eleven. I’ve already missed breakfast and probably lunch with my parents. This day is almost halfway over. In a couple hours, I have to get on a plane. Marathon sex with Caleb last night was a bad idea. Not only am I regretting my decision, but I’m also incredibly behind in everything I was going to do today.

Once I’m in the shower, I let the scalding water coat me. It’s not that I feel dirty letting Caleb claim me again, but I do have an overwhelming desire to wash him off me. It’s not okay for me to feel this good with him, not when it’s never going to be more than just sex between us. Through the condensation of the glass shower door, I see Caleb enter the bathroom.

“What are you doing?”

“Watching you take a shower.” I can hear a hint of amusement in his voice. He plops down on the sink watching me as I soap my breats.

Man, I hate him.

“What are you, a pervert? Go back and lay down. You can take a shower when I’m all done,” I shout through the water.

“Nah, I’m fine right where I am. Go back to what you’re doing. Pretend I’m not even here.”

Yeah, like that’s possible
. Every time I close my eyes, I remember how his hands felt on me. Mindlessly, my own hands start running across my body. When I reach my pussy, I wash it a little longer than I should, remembering what he felt like inside me. The door opens and he struts in.

“Caleb, a little privacy please.”

“You’re using up all the hot water. I want to make sure I get an sufficient amount for myself.” He grins and pushes me out from beneath the showerhead. I lick my lips, enjoying how the water trickles down his body. “You like what you see, Everly?”

“No,” I quickly answer. “Have fun in here. I’m going to get dressed.” I open the shower door and leave him in the shower by himself, but not before I steal one last glance at the perfection of his body.

I rifle through my bag and pull out a pair of jeans and a loose fitting green top which I accessorize with some large hoop earrings and dangly bracelets. I throw on my grandma’s butterfly necklace and grab my boots from off the floor. Maybe if I sneak out while he’s in the shower, I can get away from this suck hole of dominance he has me in. I’m fully dressed and making my way to the front door when he comes out of the bathroom and practically tackles me to the ground.

“Caleb, I need to go find my family.”

“Not until later. I’m ordering us breakfast and you’re going to eat it with me.” Hooking a wet arm around my waist, he pulls me back onto the bed. Then he picks up the phone. “Yes, this is Caleb Conaway . . . why thank you, I appreciate all my fans.”

I roll my eyes.

“I’d like to order some breakfast up to room 141. I’ll have an egg white omelet with chorizo and bacon, please go heavy with the cheddar cheese, a glass of orange juice and some coffee. Oh, and a fresh plate of fruit. What do you want, Baby?”

I glare at him, reminding him how I’m
not
his baby. “Waffles, with powder sugar, and milk,
please
.” I force out the please. Just because he’s being annoying, doesn’t mean I need to forget my manners. It’s a free meal; the least I can do is eat it. He repeats my order and tells them to put it on Chris’ tab. He hangs up and smiles at me.

“That bastard owes me for what he said to you last night.”

Frowning, I attempt to get up off the bed, but he grabs my hip and brings me down on his incredibly hard erection, hidden by a flimsy towel. “Caleb, come on, let me go.”

“Not until you admit that you had fun with me last night.”

“Of course I had fun. Sex is always fun, but I’m not sure what you expect me to do here. You know how I feel about you, and yet you continuously try to force me to be with you. I’m sorry that won’t work with me, Caleb. I’m not some slutty fan that will do anything you say whenever you say it. I’m me, and you’re just not the right guy for me. I’m sorry.”

A knock on the door interrupts us. I open the door allowing a woman to enter wheeling a cart full of our breakfast. She squeaks when she sees Caleb and smiles at him. “Room service,” she exclaims.

“Thanks,” I tell her, reaching into my purse for a tip. I place a five-dollar bill in her hand. The woman looks at me like I’m crazy. Caleb comes up behind me and places a fifty-dollar bill in her hand. She grins and he winks at her. Taking the five-dollar bill away from her, he stuffs it into my back pocket, then leaves his hand there when her eyes get a little too friendly.

“You can leave now,” he tells her.

She nods and walks out of the room, but not before stealing one last glance at Caleb’s naked torso and towel-covered ass. A hint of jealousy swarms me, but I swallow it up and pretend not to care.

“Ready to eat?” he asks, ignoring everything that just happened moments ago. We eat our breakfast in silence, occasionally meeting eyes over a bite of food. Finally, after way too much silence, he speaks.

“Give me a chance. Date me. If it doesn’t work out, then we can both say at least we tried.”

I finish my last bite of waffles and glare at him. “No.” It’s a simple word that I put every ounce of assertion behind. “Just stop trying. Let it go.”

He growls and pushes his plate away from him. “I’m not going to keep chasing you, Everly. It’s been fun because I like a good chase, but I’m not going to keep coming after you like I have been.” His blue eyes shine with disappointment.

I briefly feel guilty, but I’m convinced there is another man in this world for me, and that man isn’t Caleb.

“It would make my life a whole hell of a lot easier if you weren’t popping up everywhere I go. Why don’t you just give up, Caleb? I’m not going to date you.”

He pushes away from the table, throws on his pants, his shirt and shoes follow. He slams the keycard he got made for my room on the table right in front of me, his face inches away from mine. His minty breath has me wondering how that’s possible seeing after eating a hardy breakfast.

“One last chance, Everly. I’m fucking walking out that door and I won’t be coming back.”

I swivel to face him. Our lips are millimeters away from each other and I want nothing more than to kiss him again, but I hold back, biting on my lower lip for support. I have to push Caleb away. Like Max said, he’s not right for me. I need someone better—someone that fits all my characteristics, not just a few.

“Goodbye Caleb,” I say directly to his face.

He groans as he walks to the door. “You’re an idiot, Everly. There are girls who would be dying for me to chase them like I’m chasing you. You haven’t realized it yet, but I’m quite the catch.”

I don’t say anything. He stands there for a good two minutes, waiting for me to agree or disagree. When I don’t answer him, he pauses and gives me a solemn look before opening the door and walking out of the room. Once he’s gone, I take a deep breath and put my head down on the table. I’m not sure why it bugs me so much that Caleb just announced he’s done. Maybe I do have fun with him chasing me around like he has been. One thing’s for sure . . . I need to find someone quickly to keep my mind off Caleb before I do something stupid like agreeing to date him.