Love & Loss (46 page)

‘You were watching me?’ I flashed a smile at the bartender who pushed my drink over to me on a white paper coaster and my good looking companion handed over a twenty.

‘A bit hard not to when you’re wearing …
that,
’ he nodded as he gesticulated my body with his hand. I took a large swig of my drink, relishing the burn as it ran down my throat. Thank God it was chilled with ice, because all of a sudden I was feeling seriously hot.

‘It’s a designer piece.’

‘Not many pieces,’ he chuckled with another tour of my bare flesh with hungry eyes. ‘So why are you alone tonight? You’re not telling me a beautiful and sexy as hell woman like you is single?’

‘No, I’m spoken for, but sadly he was otherwise occupied tonight.’

‘What could be more important than spending the night with you?’

‘He’s a swim team coach and has commitments tonight.’

‘Well he’s a fool.’

‘My thoughts exactly, I’ve been feeling rather neglected lately. So why are you here alone tonight? You’re a good looking guy, you must have a lady in your life.’ I tucked my hair behind my ear as I brazenly flirted with him.

‘As it so happens I’m having a bit of a dry spell, lady wise.’

‘But not men wise?’ I teased as I sipped more of my drink. God his eyes, they were so intense. He was doing nothing to ease the throbbing between my legs. He threw his head back and laughed and an image of me running my tongue up his exposed throat flashed through my mind, quickly followed by thoughts of hot sheet clawing sweaty fucking. I flicked my eyes down to see he was hard, and
boy
was he hard. I let out a soft moan.

‘Are you ok?’

‘Yes, sorry just feeling rather hot.’

‘It is hot, incredibly …
hot.
’ He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, before biting down on it with a heavy sigh. Damn it, this man was sex personified. I suddenly wanted him between my legs, thrusting wildly into me. All that messing about flirting with Sam and Lexi had me horny as hell. I knocked my drink back and placed the empty glass on the bar.

‘So how do you fancy getting out of here?’ I asked, feeling brave. The thought of hot sex with this man I’d just met in a bar had me acting totally out of character, there again I’d already had a few drinks to lower my inhibitions for earlier.

‘Where did you have in mind?’ he asked as he swirled his ice around his glass and took a sip, looking at me over the rim.

‘I was thinking your room,’ I whispered. ‘I have this unbearable itch that needs scratching.’

‘I’m not staying here, but if you trust me enough to come with me, I can take you somewhere and happily scratch that itch for the rest of the night.’ He stood up and raised his eyebrows as he waited for my response.

‘Lead the way.’ I whispered breathlessly. He placed his hand on my bottom and gently pushed me through the bar towards the lobby and revolving door. Desire was spiking through my body, this was
so
hot. I really was going wild tonight. I felt his hand moving in circles on my backside as he lifted a hand and summoned one of the waiting taxis, opened the door and held my hand as I lowered myself in the back. He shut me in and walked around and got in beside me and gave an address to the driver who nodded and pulled out.

‘So,’ he whispered as he lifted my hand to his mouth and ran his lips over it. I couldn’t hold myself back and reached up and ran my hand over the slight stubble on his face. ‘I don’t even know your name.’

‘Mia,’ I replied as I got lost in the full on pools of desire in his eyes. ‘And you?’ I asked as our faces drew closer to each other’s.

‘Brandon,’ he uttered as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me onto his lips. I melted against him, the urgency in his kiss was bad enough, but when I felt his hand slide up my thigh, under my dress and graze my bare wet pussy, we both groaned in each other’s mouths. I wriggled down in the seat, parting my legs for him and he wasted no time in sliding a long finger straight inside me. If I was going to break the rules tonight, I decided I was going all out. I flexed my hips and tightened around him as he started to stroke my g-spot while his tongue lashed hungrily at mine. I grasped the strands of hair just above his shirt collar and tugged as I lost myself in the desire I felt pouring out of both of us. I don’t think I’d ever been this turned on or desperate to have sex with anyone ever before.

‘
Ahhhh
,’ I moaned as another finger made its way inside me.

‘You’re so fucking sexy,’ he groaned into my ear as he moved to kiss my neck. ‘Looking at you in that damn thing you call a dress has had me hard since I first saw you walk into the bar.’

‘So I saw … so I
feel
,’ I sighed as I ran my hand up his firm length.

‘
Fuck,
’ he hissed. ‘I need to be inside you soon. How badly do you want my cock inside this tight little cunt of yours, stretching you.’

‘Badly, so badly you have no idea Gabe,’ I groaned.

‘It’s Brandon tonight remember baby, Brandon Smythe,’ he chuckled, ‘and you were doing so well with this strangers in a bar fantasy up until now.’

‘This role play just has me so hot for you baby. I love you, my handsome sexy man,’ I whispered as I bit on his lower lip and tugged it with my teeth and I wrapped my fingers around his girth.

‘No regrets about leaving that singers suite?’ he mumbled as he flexed his fingers inside me.

‘None,’ I answered sincerely.

‘I wanted to punch him when I saw him stick a hand on your arse. He didn’t touch you anywhere else did he?’

‘He kissed my neck that’s all, but I did have to do something to encourage him not to call the night off.’ I felt Gabe stiffen and not in my hand. ‘Relax, not with
him
.’

‘With Lexi?’ he gasped and pulled his head back to study my face and his fingers stopped moving inside me.

‘O yes, some seriously hot girl on girl,’ I teased and he scowled at me. ‘I had to kiss her, he thought we looked cold and said it was putting him off.’

‘You kissed?’ he exclaimed.

‘Yes,’ I nodded, my cheeks going pink.

‘Peck or tongues?’

‘Definitely more than a peck, but no tongues. It was quite nice actually, she’s a good kisser.’

‘Damn Mia, you should have filmed it that would have gone down so well with Doug he has a thing about watching two women going at it.’

‘You’re not mad?’

‘I’m not overly thrilled that you enjoyed kissing someone else, but she’s your best friend and from experience I know lots of best friends who make out, girls,’ he added quickly as I raised an eyebrow.

‘She was good, but you “Brandon” are
amazing
. Remind me again how amazing you are on all fronts,’ I demanded as I squeezed his stationary fingers nestled inside me and pulled his lips back onto mine. This Valentine’s night was turning into quite the fantasy. Famous singer sex for Lexi, fantasy role playing for Gabe and I. It had taken quite some convincing when I’d decided to come clean that Lexi wanted to meet Sam here. I’d assured him that if he waited in the bar while I set them up in Sam’s suite if I wasn’t out in ten minutes, he could call the police. I couldn’t wait to get back to his Dad’s city apartment, though first I needed to release the damn orgasm I’d been holding onto since we got in this taxi. I squealed in his mouth as my fingers milked him and my body trembled. I was so desperate for him that I didn’t even care if the taxi driver was looking in his rear view mirror. We were in London, it wasn’t like I was ever going to see him again. I felt Gabe stroking my neck as he gently continued kissing me, then pulled away as the taxi slowed down and drew up.

‘Come on Mia. The night’s still young,’ he winked as he extracted his fingers and sucked them. He got out and dealt with the fare as I quickly adjusted my dress and reapplied my lipstick. My cheeks had a post orgasm glow on them and my eyes were sparkling. Gabe had been doing so much better the last week. His new meds seemed to be having more impact, plus he was getting a full night’s sleep on them which helped too and he was loving coaching the men’s swimming team three nights a week. Thank God Davies had given the swim team the night off, Gabe would never have let me go through with tonight’s set up if he wasn’t here to protect me.

He was also finally starting to relax a bit about my dancing. As he was out on a Wednesday night, one of Lexi’s bar nights, I was doing a few dances on a Wednesday now as well as a Saturday night, and had earned enough money from tips in my savings to finally sort out paying him back for my operation, without drawing on a credit card. I just had to figure a way of getting him to accept me paying him back. He’d agreed with Dr Jarvis that it wasn’t a good idea for him to watch me as it got him all riled up, but he insisted on dropping Lexi and I off and picking us up when our shifts ended. Lexi was left in charge of me while I was there while he and Doug were at the swimming pool, running or playing games at ours.

‘Baby,’ he held my door open and I took his hand as I stepped out and looked around with a frown on my face.

‘Where are we? This isn’t your dad’s.’

‘No, I told you the night was young. It’s fantasy night and we’re not done yet.’

‘I don’t get it,’ I replied as I looked around. We were in a very exclusive looking area with three storey large town houses as far as the eye could see down the tree lined road.

‘We’re going to a club.’

‘They have a night club
here
?’ I exclaimed as he led me up some steps to a large glossy black front door and pressed the bell.

‘Of sorts,’ he grinned as he squeezed my hand. I jumped as a posh male voice came through the intercom.

‘Good evening how may I help you?’

‘Mr. and Mrs. Smthye.’

‘Password?’

‘Degustare,’ replied Gabe as I looked at him even more confused. ‘Play along baby,’ he whispered in my ear as he kissed my temple.

‘What does Degustare mean?’ I asked as I heard the door being unlocked.

‘It’s Latin for to savour, or taste with appreciation,’ he winked.

‘O, it’s a club where we can eat too?’

‘
You
, are so adorable,’ he laughed and kissed my temple again as I looked to see an old fashioned butler holding the door open for us. Gabe tugged me by the hand into the hall and the door was carefully locked behind us.

‘Please follow me Mr. & Mrs. Smythe.’ We followed the butler down a wide hall and he took us into a large room with a reception desk where a glamorous blonde looked up and smiled.

‘Good evening Mr. & Mrs. Smythe. Welcome to 710. Do you have any coats or items of clothing you’d like to leave with me?’

‘No thank you,’ Gabe replied. She nodded, got up and went to a wall of what looked like those old fashioned small drawer safes you saw in the bank vaults in movies, where people left their jewellery and private documents. She opened one and pulled out the drawer and carried it back to us, placing it on the desk.

‘I’ll need your mobile phones, wallets, handbags and keys please.’

‘Certainly,’ Gabe replied and pulled his out of his pocket and placed them in the lined metal drawer. He looked at me and flicked his head at it. I slowly put my clutch bag in as I gave him a
what the hell is this?
look, and he squeezed my hand reassuringly. How would we buy drinks without our wallets? I watched her lock our things up and she came back over.

‘May I have your wrist Mrs. Smythe?’

‘O.k.’ I replied hesitantly and held out my right hand, my pretty white gold diamond heart ring glinting in the light. She slipped a thin silver bangle over my hand, with the key to the locker dangling from it and smiled.

‘Mr. Smythe, your right hand please,’ she asked. I watched as she tried various silver rings on Gabe’s right hand, until one finally fit. It had symbols etched into it, I couldn’t make out from here what they were.
What the hell was going on?

‘You understand the rules?’

‘I do,’ nodded Gabe.
Rules? What rules?
I wondered as I looked at him again. ‘Trust me baby,’ he whispered as he held my gaze. It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway, I did trust him. Implicitly.

‘Then please enjoy your evening.’ She gave me a reassuring smile, as if sensing my unease, before the butler lead us back to the corridor and down to a set of exquisitely carved double wooden doors. He opened them and we were shown into a surprisingly large open plan modern room, with a long dimly lit bar in front of us. The room was painted in a rich red, with soft lighting and comfortable couches and chairs. It was even busier than the hotel bar, but much darker, and as the door closed behind us and Gabe worked his way through to the bar, I smiled as people caught my eye and looked us up and down. I did a double take when I saw a woman in just a Basque, stockings and suspenders. What was that all about? They seriously let people go to clubs in London wearing just that?

‘Drink baby?’

‘You have no cash,’ I replied as we stood at the bar.

‘It’s included in the entrance fee.’

‘You didn’t pay an entrance fee.’

‘I did when I booked.’

‘You have to book a nightclub and pay in advance?’ I frowned.

‘It’s a requirement of
this
club,’ he grinned. I rolled my eyes and looked around as he ordered a water for himself and a vodka cranberry for me. I took in a surprised gasp to see a woman leaning back on the bar with her partners hand down her skirt. He was obviously masturbating her, but unlike when Gabe and I did it in Fazeley’s, here there was no discretion, she was facing the room and others were watching her. She smiled as she saw me staring, and I blushed and quickly looked back at Gabe.