Owned (6 page)

Ryan

"Something is definitely going on," Bennett accused, looking around my apartment. "Are those fresh
flowers
?"

"Get out of my fucking bedroom!" I stressed. Why did he have to show up now of all fucking times? It was like the fucker had a sixth damn sense and
knew
something was happening!

"Are you trying to impress a
woman
?"

"Will you just fucking
leave
?" I bellowed. It was already almost six. Trixie would be here in just over an hour, and I still needed to shower.

"It
is
a woman!" Bennett snorted, watching my frustrated reaction. "Fucking hell! I’ve never seen you put roses and shit in your room before. Who is she that you’re going to this much trouble?"

"Please just fuck off," I muttered, trying to push him out my door.

"Make sure you wash your balls carefully. Oh, and use protection!" Bennett yelled from the sidewalk. An old woman who was out walking her dog looked at him in shock. "Good evening, Ma’am," he said politely, gesturing toward her as sweetly as he could. Instead of answering, she quickly rushed away.

"Just fuck off, Bennett. I don't want to see your face around here until Monday morning!"

"Not into a threesome, huh?" he teased before finally turning to leave. No, fucking way in
hell
…not with Trixie!

I had my shower, paying careful attention to my balls. Fucking Bennett. He was making me paranoid. I'd never had confidence issues before, but I needed Trixie to want me as much as I wanted her. After all, this was the only chance I would ever have to be with her, and I wasn’t going to fucking waste it. When I was done, I changed into my usual black suit pants and white button up shirt. Wanting to make an effort tonight, I was planning to wine and dine her. I styled my hair into its usual disarray and was making the final finishing touches in my apartment when my doorbell rang. Glancing down at my watch, I smiled. She was right on time.

My mouth went dry as I took in the beauty in front of me after opening my door. Her hair was down and wild, and her body was wrapped up in a long, purple coat. Oh fuck me; she was wearing my favorite silver stilettos. I would definitely be asking her to keep those on later, at least for a while.

"Hi, Ryan," Trixie smiled, tilting her head. "Are you going to invite me inside?"
Shit
! Yeah, I really needed to stop ogling her.

"Of course," I mumbled, stepping aside to let her in as I grabbed her bag from her and set it down just inside the door.

"So this is your place, huh?" she muttered, looking around as she slowly began to undo each button on her coat. I was mesmerized, my eyes taking in every movement her hands made. Fuck, would it be too much to fuck her against my front door before she had even taken her coat off?
No, you idiot! You’re treating her to dinner first. Focus!

"Yes," I managed to croak out.

"Do I get the grand tour?" she smirked, slipping out of her coat. Sweet motherfucking hell, she was in a tight, dark purple dress, her cleavage almost bursting out the top. It enhanced her long legs, and I really fucking hoped those were stockings she was wearing. Dammit, I needed to get my shit together.

"L…let me take that for you." I stepped closer to her, and as she handed me her coat, our hands brushed and we both groaned a little. Needing a bit of space so I didn’t take her right there, I hung her coat up and then started moving down the hall. "Would you like a glass of wine before we eat?" I asked as she followed me into the kitchen.

"Yes, please." I turned to smile at her, picking up the wine bottle. "You seem very prepared."

"That's me," I grinned, pouring us both a glass. "Are you hungry?”

“I could eat a little.” She seemed somewhat apprehensive as she gazed around the kitchen, looking at everything but me. “I always wondered what your apartment would look like.”

“Is it how you imagined?” I sat on the kitchen stool across from her once I’d turned the oven on. It was the first time I’d ever used it, and I really hoped I didn’t fuck it up. I looked up at her after taking my seat and my breath hitched in my chest. Shit, she was so fucking beautiful.

“Mostly, yes. Do you have a king size bed?” she asked suddenly, giggling into her wine glass.

“You’ll find that out after dinner.” I tried to give her my signature smirk, but don’t know if I succeeded. Fuck, was it getting hot in here? I couldn’t tell if it was the oven heating up or if it was me.

“What are we having?”

“Chicken Cordon Bleu with roasted green beans and garlic mashed potatoes,” I replied smugly. What she didn’t know was that I’d actually ordered it from a fancy restaurant down the street.

“Cooked by your own hands?” Trixie questioned, raising her eyebrow at me.

“Of course. I can do
many
things with these hands, Trixie. You’ll find that out this weekend.”  

"Ryan, please call me Siena while I’m here. That’s my
real
name—a name not even Tony knows. I’d like to just be myself these next few days, if that’s okay with you." Oh shit, yeah! I'd forgotten about that. Siena was her
real
name. Fuck, it was beautiful…just like her. "And you don't have to keep doing all this romantic stuff if you don’t want to. I know what this is. I've seen it before."

"
Siena
, you have a very beautiful name, but I have no idea what you’re talking about. What do you think
this
is?"

"
This
…is a territorial thing. I'm with Tony. You want to be in his place, and by fucking me, you think you'll gain the upper hand. You mob men are all the same. Everything is
always
about power and control."

"That's what you think tonight is about?" I chuckled, pouring us another glass of wine.

"Isn’t it?" Trix…er, Siena gasped, searching my eyes. Did she really think I was lying to her?

"Not at all," I muttered, my gaze roaming over her body. I needed to distract myself, though, because I was already thinking about her pussy and the things I wanted to do to it. Fuck! It was so close I could almost taste it. "Let me show you around," I offered, quickly changing the subject before my cock turned into a raging hard on. Taking her hand in mine, I led her into the hallway.

My apartment was quite large. I left my bedroom until last, knowing that once we were in there, I wouldn't be letting Trixie out until I was finished with her. The hardest part would be remembering to call her Siena. Why she wanted me to call her by her real name, I had no fucking clue, but I'd do it—for her.

“Why do you love Motown music so much?” I was standing behind her, watching as she played with my sound system, changing track after track. Of course, every song was from the same genre.

“It soothes me,” I murmured, taking a step toward her. “Why do you like rock music?”

“How do you know…?”

“Sienna, I watch you almost
every
night at Cherries. It’s easy to see what kind of music you enjoy the most. Motown may be better in my opinion, but I can see the attraction to some of the stuff you enjoy. Especially when I’m watching you slide up and down that pole. Before I met you, I never thought I’d be jealous of a fucking piece of metal.”

“Jealous of a piece of metal, huh?” she giggled. Swinging her sexy hips as she walked, she took a step closer to me. “What would you say if I told you that I love having your eyes on me when I’m dancing? That I feel even sexier up on stage, simply because you’re in the room?” I swallowed hard, licking my lips.

She was right in front of me now, and it would be so fucking easy just to swoop down and kiss the shit out of her. I knew, though, that the moment our lips met, dinner would be ruined. That was the only thing that stopped me. We had the whole weekend to spend together, and as big of a pussy as it made me sound, I wanted to savor
every
second—not just the times I pounded into her incredible pussy. I wanted to enjoy each moment. “Don’t you want to kiss me, Ryan?” she challenged, molding herself to me.

“Oh, Baby, you have no fucking idea how much I want to, but if I kiss you right now, I won’t fucking stop and with dinner in the oven, that would probably be a bad thing.”

“Maybe we should eat then.” With the most adorable fucking pout I’d ever seen, she followed me back toward the kitchen.
Adorable? What the fuck is happening to me?

“After all, I did slave all day in the kitchen to make this for you.” Oh, I had this in the bag. Judging by the pleasant smile on her face, Siena had no idea I was lying, and I planned on keeping it that way.

“You really went to a lot of trouble,” she mused as I began to take things out of the oven. Holy fuck, the trays were hot! I cursed under my breath. “Do you need a hand?”

“No, I’ve got this. Why don’t you pour us some more wine?” I called over my shoulder, trying to keep calm. Now I was faced with a dilemma. How the fuck did I make this shit look good on a plate? I tried my best, but it ended up looking like a pile of slop by the time I brought it to the table. “My presentation isn’t the best,” I snorted, placing the food down in front of her.

“No, it looks…um…delicious.”

“You don’t have to eat it. I promise I won’t be offended.” She didn’t listen, though, and as she dug in, she made the sexiest groans I’d ever heard. I was already imagining her making similar sounds in my bedroom, but I’d be the one doing the eating out then.

“How did you make this sauce, Ryan? It’s delicious!” Shit, I had no fucking idea! “And the mashed potatoes…did you use cream to get them this fluffy?” I sat there gawking at her, unable to answer anything she asked.  

“Yeah, I used cream,” I mumbled, stuffing a forkful of food into my mouth.

“What about the sauce?”

Fuck it. I did the only thing I could think of and just made something up. “Milk, heavy cream, a variety of spices. It was pretty easy, actually.”

“You know…this tastes a lot like the Chicken Cordon Bleu you can get at Bridges just down the street from here.” Siena had a playful smile on her face. “You didn’t happen to order out and try to pass this off as your own cooking, did you?”

Shit! I held my hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. I was trying to impress you. The truth is, I have no idea how to fucking cook. Or even use a kitchen, for that matter. A microwave is all I ever use.”

“You need a woman to look after you, Ryan.”

“I have a woman right now. That’s all I care about.”

“I mean long term.”

Unable to keep my cock in my pants any longer, I set down my fork. My need for her was too fucking great. “Have you had enough?”

“Mr. Lawson, what happened to wining and dining me?” she asked with a smirk.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me to fuck you until all your bones feel like jelly. Baby, you have no idea what I’m going to do to you. There is so much I have been fantasizing about, and we only have a weekend to do it in.” Siena took a large gulp of her wine—for courage maybe—and I watched her swallow hard. Was she absolutely sure about this? Standing up, she slowly walked around the kitchen table toward me. After taking my hands in hers, she tried to pull me up. She was only a tiny thing and would never be able to budge me, but I stood up anyway, knowing what she wanted. “What do you want to do?” My voice was husky as I wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her toward me.

“I want to see if you have a king-size bed,” she purred, running her hands up my chest. Her arms wound around my neck, and I could resist her no longer. My lips crashed against hers aggressively, possessing her every breath. I wanted to claim every single part of her, but the kiss was a start. Sienna gasped for air, and I took advantage of that, darting my tongue into her mouth. Fuck, she tasted good, and her kiss was just as hungry as mine. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I backed her against the kitchen table.
Bedroom…fuck her in the bedroom! You have fresh fucking flowers in there, you fucking idiot!

“Fuck,” I panted, pulling back. “I’m not fucking you here. Come on. I want to watch you do a sexy strip tease for me in my bedroom.”