Change Of Plans (New Adult BBW Romance) (7 page)

“Oh yes,” she groaned, arching her back.

“Does that feel good?” he rasped, sliding
his finger in and out of her ass, matching the pace of his thrusts.

“Yes,” she gasped, pushing back against
him. “Please… faster.”

Yes.
He quickened his pace, the pleasure
building inside him as he stared down at her and marveled how beautiful she
was. Her alabaster skin was luminescent in the moonlight, which showed off her
curves to absolute perfection, and he couldn’t get over how sexy her hair
looked, tumbled over one shoulder to expose the back of her neck. She turned
her head then to look at him with her heavy lidded eyes, and the look in them
was nearly enough to make him come right then and there.

Sucking in a breath, he pulled her more
firmly against him and began to fuck her harder, their bare flesh slapping
together as he increased the friction. Just when he thought he couldn’t hold on
any longer, she shuddered around him, convulsing as another orgasm hit, and he
groaned in relief as he finally let himself come. Fingers digging into her
hips, he rode out waves of pleasure so intense, he went temporarily blind from
it.

Utterly spent, he rolled off to the side,
then tucked her against his chest, wanting to feel her damp skin against his.
Looking up at the canopy ceiling, he wondered if it would ever be possible to
get enough of this woman, this woman who he so desperately loved.

Chapter Nine

 “I should really go now.”

Brendan sat up, confusion glimmering in
his slumberous eyes. He looked absolutely gorgeous – his hair tousled,
his white shirt open and hanging off his lean, muscular body, his tie hanging
loose around his neck to drape across his washboard abs. The moonlight gave his
pale skin a pearly glow, highlighting the flush still riding his high
cheekbones from their lovemaking. A huge part of her wanted to sink back down
on the bed with him, to straddle his big body and run her hands through his
inky black hair as she kissed the breath out of him.

Instead, she tugged the zipper up on the
back of her dress, then went hunting for her shoes.

“Come back to my place,” he suggested,
swinging his legs over the bed to stand.

She found one shoe, tugged it on, then
went looking for the other. “Brendan, I can’t –”

“What, I’m allowed to come to your place,
but you’re not allowed to come to mine?” Glowering, he snatched her up off her
unbalanced feet, then set her back on the bed.

“Let me up!” She pounded her fist against
his deltoid, but he ignored her, kneeling down by her feet. She opened her
mouth to protest again, then quieted as he fished her other shoe out from
beneath the bed.

“Please,” he murmured, slipping the shoe
onto her foot with the same delicate reverence she imagined Prince Charming had
used when he’d slid the glass slipper onto Cinderella’s dainty foot. “I want
you to come home with me, to share my bed with me. Are you so ready for this
night to end already?”

He looked up at her with those clear,
brilliant blue eyes framed by his sinfully black lashes, and she was lost.
There was such depth of longing in those eyes, such sincerity, that it stole
her breath, rendering her incapable of doing anything except leaning in and
placing a soft kiss on his lips. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he
returned the kiss, his mouth pressing gently against hers.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes?”

She nodded, nuzzling her nose against
his.

Fifteen minutes later, they were riding
in the back his black Mercedes-Benz, heading across town to Brendan’s
apartment, which she gathered from his brief conversation with the driver was
in the Theater District. Looking out the window, she gazed unseeing out at the
city as they whizzed by skyscrapers and food trucks and mom-and-pop shops. She
was so used to being out there amongst the quickly moving crowds, being the one
who glanced over occasionally at limousines driving by and envying their
passengers. Now that she was inside one, it seemed so incredibly isolating,
like she wasn’t just a window pane away from the outside, but an entire world
away instead.

Swiveling her head around to face
Brendan, she saw that he was studying her, curiosity glimmering in his eyes.
She knew he must be wondering what she was thinking, why she’d put this sudden
distance between them, but rather than push, he waited patiently for her to
speak.

Gathering the words in her mind, she took
a deep breath before she pushed them out. “Being rich and famous… it’s changed
you.”

Blinking, he shifted in his seat a
little, turning his body so that it faced hers. “What do you mean?”

Callie sighed. “All of this… it’s been a
little like a fairy tale so far.”
A naughty fairy tale, maybe
, a voice
in her head whispered, and she blushed at the memory of how they’d made love
tonight, how he’d played with her ass and she’d actually liked it. “But back
when we were together before, you were never quite so… extravagant.”

Brendan lifted an eyebrow. “Money may
have changed my tastes a bit, but it hasn’t changed who I am.” He took her hand
in his, brushed his lips across the back of her hand, then nipped at the skin
covering her knuckles, sending sparks skipping across her arm.

“Maybe not, but back when we first dated
it wasn’t as if we did anything like this, even when it was within our means.”
She stared out the window again as they passed Times Square, and a memory hit
her suddenly. “I think the most extravagant thing we’ve ever done together was
the time you took me to see Phantom of the Opera, and even then we had back row
seats.” She smiled a little. “But it didn’t matter much to me, because I was
just happy to be together with you. I was happy to go to all those local artist
concerts, to eat at mom-and-pop restaurants with you, to go on walks and hikes
and do all the little things we did together.”

“Callie.” Brendan’s face was serious, and
yet the look in his eyes was so tender Callie felt tears gather in the back of
her throat. “The fact that I’ve been taking you to fancy places and buying you
things isn’t because I’m trying to make up for leaving you,” he said, stealing
the words right out of her head before she had the chance to say them. “I’ve
been doing it because I want to share the fruits of my labor with you, and
because you deserve to experience the finer things in life. I guess I’ve
graduated from hole-in-the-wall pizza joints to thousand dollar steaks when I’m
in the mood, and instead of going out in ripped jeans and Distressed tees all
the time I sometimes dress up and bring my manners with me places. The truth
is, you’ve missed the part in my life where I grew up a little, and you
shouldn’t have. You should have been with me every step of the way, but instead
I pushed you out.” His grip moved from her hand up to waist, and he pulled her
a little closer. “I’m trying to make you a part of my life, to show you a
little more about the man I’ve become more recently. But, I guess if you’re too
uncomfortable with it then maybe I shouldn’t bring you home after all.”

His face fell, and Callie’s heart twisted
at the forlorn expression on his face. “Don’t be silly,” she said, placing her
palm against his cheek. Day-old stubble teased her palm as she gently stroked
his face. “Of course I want to be part of your life, or at least to try. I may
not be used to this new side of you, but I know that you’re still in this suave
new exterior.” Smiling, she rapped her knuckles gently against his forehead.
“I’d love to see your place.”

“Then you shall.” Face brightening once
more, he pulled her onto his lap for another kiss. Pressing her lips against
his, she inhaled his scent greedily, enjoying the way he seemed to surround
her, cocooning her with the warmth of his presence. His hands slid up and down
her bare back, sending goose bumps rippling down her neck and arms, and she
shifted, feeling his erection press against her once more.

Insatiable.
The word echoed through her mind as she
wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding her tongue between his lips, but
instead of shrinking away, she embraced it. As far as this man was concerned,
she was utterly wanton and proud of it. His hands slid beneath the back of her
dress to touch her between her legs, and she lifted her ass to give him better
access, loving the way he set her on fire and made her burn for his touch. She
moaned as two of his fingers slid into her, pushing against her g-spot and
sending sizzling currents of electricity through her. Were they going for round
2, right here in the car? She’d never had sex in a limo before, but it was
definitely something on her bucket list, maybe even something they could check
off right now…

The car slid to a halt, then, and Brendan
withdrew his fingers, smoothing her dress back into place. Giving her one last
scorching kiss, he gently set her back down on the seat, then sat back as the
driver opened the door. Flushed and trembling, she took a breath to steady
herself, then took the driver’s hand, allowing him to help her out of the car.

As Brendan bid the man a good night, she
tilted her head back to stare up at the black skyscraper that disappeared up
into the night sky. “Which floor did you say you lived on?” she asked as
Brendan took her by the hand to lead her inside.

“The penthouse.”

Holy shit.
She tried not to gape as he led her
through the brass doors, stepping into a lobby dominated with white marble and
gold. A uniformed guard manned the reception desk, and he greeted Brendan with
a friendly smile that told her the two of them had known each other for some
time. She watched as the man crossed the lobby over to a bank of elevators,
then swiped a card key to grant them access.

“Have a good night, Sir, Ma’am.” The
guard bobbed his head as the elevator doors closed behind them.

“What happens if the guard isn’t on duty
when you come home?” Callie asked, but Brendan was already pushing her against
the elevator wall, pressing kisses against the collar of her throat.

“I have a card key if he isn’t here,” he
mumbled between kisses, “but he likes to open the elevator himself when he’s
around. Gives him something to do.”

“Makes sense.” Callie gasped as he bit
down on the tendon above the hollow at the base of her throat. She moaned as he
began sucking the spot, her hands sliding through his hair to hold him in
place. The elevator dinged then, causing her to let out a frustrated groan, but
Brendan didn’t miss a beat; he scooped her up into his arms, wrapping her arms
and legs around him as he continued to suck and lick at her neck.

He walked through what appeared to be
another lobby area, this one done in white walls and white-veined black marble
tile, an obsidian table with a huge arrangement of fresh flowers and fruit
gracing the room with the only splash of color. He led them through a pair of
white and gold French doors, and Callie caught a glimpse of a sprawling living
room done in black and white and red, the walls made completely of glass to
offer them a stunning view of the city, as he carried up a winding
staircase.   

Guess I’ll get the grand tour some other
time
, she
thought as he cupped her ass with one hand, squeezing firmly, while he used the
other to open the door to what she was hoping was his bedroom.

As Brendan flipped on the light switch, Callie
fully expected him to toss her onto the bed and have his wicked way with her,
but instead he froze. “Brendan!” a woman’s smoky voice, tinged with a British
accent, filled the room. “I’ve been waiting for you forever… oh! Who the hell is
that?”

Wriggling out of Brendan’s grip, Callie
spun around to find a very gorgeous, very naked woman lying in the center of
Brendan’s king sized bed. Scrambling, the woman managed to yank the fur throw
by the foot of the bed up to her chest, covering her nakedness, but not before Callie
managed to take in her clear, tanned, supple-looking skin and impossibly
perfect breasts. White blond hair cascaded over her slim shoulders and around
an elf-like face with huge green eyes that glared daggers at her.

“Nadia.” Utter shock echoed in Brendan’s
voice. “What… what the hell are you doing here?”

Recovering her composure, the woman sat
up, straightening her spine and giving him a dry look. “Darling, please, now
you’re just insulting me. First you forget to come and pick me up from the
airport, and then when I manage to find my way to your bed on my own to try and
surprise you, you come in the door with this woman wrapped around your waist. I
knew you were shameless, but not this shameless.” She raked Callie with a
scathing look. “If you’d wanted a threesome, you should have just let me know
ahead of time and I would have arranged for someone more… suitable.”

Callie, who had been standing there in
mute shock up to this moment, balled her hands into fists as fury took hold of
her. Thrusting a finger in the woman’s direction, she scorched Brendan with a
look of her own. “Who the hell is this woman, and what is she talking about?”

Nadia threw her head back and laughed, a
musical sound that grated along Callie’s nerves. “Oh, you are such a devilishly
wicked man. What? Did you not get the message that I was coming to see you?”
She tilted her head back, throwing Callie another haughty look. “My dear girl,
I suppose he just forgot about all about me when he picked you up off the
street tonight. I always come and… spend the night with him whenever we happen
to cross paths.”

It only took one look into Brendan’s
stricken gaze for Callie to confirm the truth in Brendan’s words. “I…” he
started to speak, but Callie shook her head violently, cutting him off. Her
whole world was spinning right now, tears blurring her vision, and she was torn
between the desire to be sick or punch Brendan in the nose. Unable to do
either, she turned on her heel and ran out the door.

“Callie!”

She heard the thundering of Brendan’s
footsteps on the stairs behind her, but she didn’t turn to look. Her heart
racing, she ran into the lobby, frantically looking for an exit. She found a
door with a red EXIT sign glowing above it off to the side, and dashed into the
stairwell, flinging herself down the flights of stairs, wanting nothing more
than to get away.

Rushing through the lobby, she ignored
the startled security guard and burst through the double doors out onto the
street. The cold, grimy sidewalk stung her toes, but she ignored the sensation,
hurrying toward the crosswalk.

“Callie, wait!” Brendan grabbed her by
the arm, pulling her around to face him. His face was flushed with his
exertion, his chest heaving, though not quite as hard as hers was from his mad
dash after her. “It’s not what you think – Nadia and I haven’t been
involved in months. I had no idea that she’d show up here.”