The Hurricane (11 page)

“Hey mom,” I said, trying not to sound disappointed. I loved my mom, but I missed my baby.

“So, my granddaughter has informed me there’s a certain man you’ve taken a liking to,” she said, and then waited for my response.

“Um, yeah,” I said when I realized she wouldn’t hang up without an answer.

“She said his name is Ryker, Natalie, is this the same boy who broke your heart when you were a teenager?”

“He’s not a boy anymore, Mom, he’s all man. And yes, one and the same.” I laughed, knowing that would make her uncomfortable. My mom was a prude when it came to anything about sex. Emily used to ask her sex questions all the time, just to see her blush.

“Well, I don’t need details, sweetie, but I don’t want you to get your heart broken again.”

“I’m an adult mom, I can handle it,” I assured her.

“I know. I just worry about you and Brooklyn. She seems to really like him. I would hate to see her get hurt.”

“Mom, please.”

“I’m sorry, honey. I know you’re grown now. And I am happy that you’re finally moving forward. Just be careful, ok?”

“Will do, mom. But listen, I gotta go. I’ve got plans.” I wanted to end this conversation.

“Plans with Ryker?” she asked.

“Yes, mom. I’ll call you later, ok? Give Brookie a kiss for me. I love you guys.”

“I love you, too, honey.”

I hung up the phone and stared at the half full suitcase on my bed. Luckily, I had taken a half day off work to pack because we were leaving early. Cain’s official opening of his restaurant was tonight. I had to get busy; Ryker would be here soon. God, I was nervous about this.

Crave

“Wow,” I said as I looked around our suite. This hotel was stunning. I had never stayed in anything like this. We were on the 30
^th
floor and the view was amazing. An entire wall was made of glass with a door leading to the balcony. The city lights were twinkling and it was breathtaking.

“Your brother owns this place?” I asked, unable to fathom the kind of money it would take to own a hotel like this.

“Part of it,” Ryker said as he wrapped his arms around me, and started to kiss my neck. The way his beard felt against my neck caused a shiver up my spine. I leaned into him, wrapped my arm behind me, just to feel him. Ryker lifted the front of my sundress and slid his hand inside the front of my panties. He caressed my clit in small circles before pulling his hand away. I wanted to pout, but that thought left my mind when I saw what he did next. He brought his hand up to his nose and smelled his finger, closing his eyes as if in ecstasy, then put it in his mouth, sucking my wetness off of it. My eyes fluttered, watching his face, and I felt a weight between my legs.

“I need to taste you,” he said as he dropped to his knees, and ripped my lace panties off in one swift movement. He grabbed my ass and pulled me into his face. He let out a quiet growl before putting his hand between my thighs, parting them.

As soon as his cool tongue found the spot that craved his touch so badly, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and buried his face deeper into me. I needed this right now. I needed him.

An hour later, as we lay in bed, completely wrapped up in each other, I remembered that we actually had somewhere to be. Ryker had made every other thought disappear with his tongue.

“What time do we need to be at the restaurant?” I asked.

“Around eight,” Ryker said, his eyes closed, as he pulled me on top of him.

“That’s in an hour,” I said, a little panicked. “I need to get ready.”

Ryker stilled my body with his strong arms and stared at me with those mesmerizing grey eyes.

“You’re already perfect,” he said as he cupped my chin, and kissed me gently. I sighed into him, my body melting against his.

“That’s very sweet,” I said, and kissed his chin. “But you might feel differently if I walked in there naked and looking freshly fucked.” I couldn’t help but giggle.

“That look suits you perfect, but it’s for my eyes only,” he said, and slapped my ass. “Because you’re mine.”

“I like the sound of that,” I admitted, and stood up. His.

About an hour later, we pulled into the parking lot of Crave. I didn’t see an empty space anywhere, but Ryker drove straight up to the front door. I was met by a young man wearing all black, with a valet nametag on. He held out his hand for me, which I took. But at soon as I stepped out of Ryker’s truck, he was there beside me.

“I got this,” he said as he pulled my hand out of the valet’s and took it in his.

Sexy and a little jealous. That probably wasn’t a good combination. But he wore it too well for me to care. I tugged at my black dress before we started walking. It was a little shorter and tighter than my usual attire. Definitely not a mom dress. I had paired it with a pair of strappy heels and I was thankful for my summer tan.

“You look beautiful,” Ryker whispered in my ear as we started to walk to the entrance.

“You look pretty sexy yourself,” I said as I looped my arm through his, and snuggled into him. He was wearing a long-sleeve button up shirt, dark jeans and boots. Absolutely sexy.

As soon as we walked through the front door, I was absolutely impressed. The word Crave was displayed over the bar. The lights were dim and the music was soft. It was noisy because of the crowd of people, but very refined. Everything was black with deep red chairs and sofas scattered throughout. There were candles along the walls, which added to the ambiance.

“Mr. Hamilton,” a tall blonde spoke from behind the hostess stand. “Your brother is expecting you; I’ll show you to his table in the back.”

We followed her through the crowd of people mingling in various places and then I spotted Cain moving in our direction. Good looks definitely run in the Hamilton family. I hadn’t seen him in twelve years, but I knew in an instant who he was. He had an aura about him that I remembered from all those years ago. So serious and reserved. A dominating presence that no one could deny. He had jet black hair and a little bit of scruff, very refined. He was wearing black slacks with a button-down white shirt that was rolled up just a little. He was the complete opposite of Ryker. But then, I noticed a tattoo peeking from under the sleeve, which surprised me.

“Brother,” Cain rumbled through the crowd, and a smile spread across his face. I wasn’t expecting that either; he didn’t strike me as someone who smiled very often. They shook hands as if they were business colleagues, instead of brothers.

“Cain,” Ryker said with a smile, and he squeezed my hand a little tighter.

“This must be Natalie,” Cain said with a smile and leaned in, giving me an unexpected peck on the cheek. His eyes immediately went to Ryker, who quickly cut his eyes at him before turning his attention back to me.

“Just being polite bro, not trying to rattle the beast.” He chuckled and gave Ryker a slap on the shoulder. Ryker simply shook his head and gave that crooked little smile that I adored, scratching his beard.

“Come this way, I have a table reserved” he said and extended his arm, leading us to a round table in the corner, with a booth style sofa wrapping halfway around it. There was a woman sitting there, alone. She was stunning. She had long black hair and flawless skin. She was beautiful and exotic. She seemed so deep in thought. She was inspecting her glass of wine until we got a little closer. As soon as she locked her eyes on Cain, she sat up straighter and gave him a smile.

“Darling,” Cain said quietly, and the woman stood to her feet. Cain grabbed her hand and locked it through his arm. She hardly looked in our direction, she was captivated by him.

“Sierra, this is my brother Ryker and his girlfriend Natalie.”

“Ryker, Natalie, this is Sierra,” Cain stated as he rubbed her hand, gently. This seemed to bring her back to us and she extended her hand.

“Nice to meet you both,” she spoke softly as we both shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you,” I said.

“I’ll send drinks over. I’ve got to work the room a bit,” Cain stated before whispering in Sierra’s ear. She simply nodded and sat back down at the table.

Ryker gave me a secret smile and then nodded towards the table.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Ryker. Cain speaks very highly of you,” she said as a waitress brought two glasses of wine and a beer to our table.

“Good to know,” Ryker said as he took a swig of his beer. He chose that moment to slide his hand under the table and rest it on my thigh.

“Cain did an amazing job with the opening,” Sierra said softly as she looked around. I got the feeling she was looking for Cain more than admiring the restaurant.

“He really did,” I chimed in as Ryker put his hand between my thighs to spread them apart. I uncrossed my legs and tried to keep my grin hidden.

“So what do you do for a living?” I asked Sierra, trying to make small talk as Ryker proceeded to move his hand up my inner thigh and run his fingers gently over my panties. I squeezed my thighs together, knowing I couldn’t hide this for very long. It was impossible to hide the way he made me feel when he put his hands on me.

“I’m a therapist,” Sierra answered as she lifted her glass to her lips, taking a small sip.

Ryker continued to run his fingers over my panties, my breathing getting shallow.

“Darling, come,” Cain said over me. I hadn’t even realized he had approached our table.

“I have some people I want you to meet,” he continued and held out his hand for Sierra, which she took immediately.

“I’ll be back in a while, Ryker,” Cain said, and Ryker simply nodded without looking in his direction.

Ryker placed his hand inside my panties and started to massage my clit.

“Ryker,” I whispered. We shouldn’t do this here. Ryker turned his body toward me and leaned into me, shielding my body from the crowd.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered in my ear as he put one finger inside me.

“What if someone sees us?” I whispered, my voice cracking.

“No one can see anything, baby.” His hot breath in my ear caused goose bumps all over my body.

Ryker continued to massage my clit. I dug my nails into his shoulder, with my face pressed into his chest as I felt my orgasm build.

“Oh God,” I whispered against him.

“So fucking sexy,” he said in my ear as I started to tremble under him. I buried my mouth into his shirt to muffle my cries as I rode it out.

After a few minutes, I was limp in his arms. Limp but completely satisfied. Right in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

Out of Control