The Only Choice (The Choices Trilogy #3) (12 page)

“It’s safe to come in now Bets!” Ricki the youngest kitchen porter shouts to me as I take my waitress apron from my hanger in the staff room. “All the hard works done! . . . Ow What the fuck Joe!” He cries out.

I peek round the corner into the kitchen and see Joe retrieve his hand from the back of Ricki’s head. He winks at me and I laugh. It feels good to be back. “Take no notice Bets, we’re always busy and besides we don’t want to frighten you off now we only just got you back. So we’re happy to ease you in gently.” He scowls at Ricki, who actually steps back with wide quaking eyes. Joe is a big guy and I can see how he could be intimidating but to me he is just a big bear. He grabs and hugs me like one as I enter his domain.

“Hey Joe, need to breathe here.” I wriggle from his arms and make my way to the swing door separating the restaurant. The smells in the kitchen are intense and I am sure they are delicious, just not to me at the moment. So in the quiet times I am lucky to be able to work the bar. As much as Joe loves me I think that bond would be tested to destruction if I kept retching every time I had to serve certain dishes. Which luckily are limited at the moment to those with bacon or any pork products for that matter. I meet Lili at the edge of the bar, she smiles but looks a little harassed.

“Oh hey Bets can you take this coffee order to the booth out back, table twelve. I really need to pee.” She is hopping from one foot to the next like an infant and I chuckle, taking the tray but she has vanished before I can comment. I turn my head and take a deep breath, holding it to avoid as much of the aroma as possible. Small breaths through my mouth will help if I actually have to speak but holding my breath is better. I can see the held hands before I register the faces, well I see Angel’s face first but Daniel’s too as he snatches his hand back giving me space to put their drinks. My breath escapes me but I manage to avoid his eyes, irritated that my usual tingle of hairs, my early warning system seems to also be affected by my new addition. I place the sugar, cream and Daniels espresso down and I put the last cup on my tray in front of Angel. She hasn’t recognised me and I watch transfixed as she leans forward and blows the steam of the Americano in an attempt to cool it, successfully forcing the rich hot flavour right up my nose. Oh Shit, my shoulders jerk and I swallow, spin and dash to the disabled toilet. The only toilet on this floor and the nearest.

My tray crashes to the floor and I grab the sink. This time, my urge to purge has already subsided. A few deep breaths and the cooling tingles and queasy tummy settles. My brow is peppered with droplets of perspiration and I rinse my hands under the cold running water, which feels really good. The door opens and Daniel steps in locking it behind him. The tingles are back, my throat suddenly dry and my heart thumping in my chest. I wish I could just feel anger, undiluted jealousy or even remain feeling sick which would be a normal reaction. But no, my body takes over and I have a raging battle with my sanity on one side, a weak opponent, against the might of my lust for the man in front of me. Is it even possible to crave someone this much and then he stalks toward me, slow, intimidating steps, radiating dominance. His eyes darken and whatever he is thinking is badly masked and sends pure raw heat straight between my legs. I try to step back as my need and desire are seriously clouding my judgement.

“What are you doing here?” His reproachful tone is a shock. Maybe it’s not lust in his eyes, maybe he is just angry, angry that I have spoiled his date.

I look behind me quickly to make sure I am not going to trip and step back further. 11et out a sharp laugh. “Ha! That’s good Daniel. What am I doing here? Well, since your thoughtful intervention over my patent application I was deemed a security risk and was fired. So I am here because I fucking work here! But you! You are here because let me guess . . . there are no other restaurants in London you could think of to have a cosy date?” I catch a glimpse of a smirk. I grit my teeth because it is still frowned upon, punching the clients in the face, even if his face is begging for it. I growl in the back of my throat and push my hands hard against his chest and try to push past. He is immovable and his hands grab mine and easily twist them behind me, pulling my body to his he steps me back against the wall, holding my hands in one of his. His other hand strokes my cheek and rests firmly on my throat, the movement of swallowing pushing against his palm. His eyes are on fire, his breath whispers on my skin, fresh sweet mint. “You’re an arsehole and I hate you.” I whisper with very little conviction.

“You’re jealous and I couldn’t be happier.” His deep voice is velvet and his lips are soft as he kisses the length of my jaw, delicate light kisses, tempting and teasing me. A small whimper leaves my mouth on a sigh and he swoops to capture it. His tongue tracing the seam and dipping inside. I welcome him, opening my mouth a little more, willing him to take more, tilting my head and leaning into this sensual union. He pushes his hard body against mine and I can feel the heat of his iron hard erection through his thin suit trousers and I shamelessly grind my body harder into his. I don’t even care that I am at work or that Angel is sitting outside waiting for him, I just want him, now. What’s got into me? I am like a horny teenage boy for Christ sake. Dismissing every rational thought that surfaces and is desperate to be heard I pull my hands from his grasp and start to tug wildly at his belt. He steadies my frantic hands.

“Bethany we need to talk.” He coughs out looking a little ruffled, it makes me smile that I am ruffling mister steadfast control freak.

“Actually we don’t. We need to fuck!” I try again to release his straining erection but he pushes hard into me so there is no space for my hands to work his zipper. “Argg.” I relax my tense, sexually frustrated body and look up into his eyes. “Look, are you seeing Angel? Is she your girlfriend now?” The amused grin and warm eyes vanish and he looks angry.

“No. it’s not like that I told you before—” His voice is stern but I interrupt, really not wanting to re hash that discussion now, other things on my mind.

“—Great, so no reason to be jealous. Now if you don’t mind?” I wiggle my hips and rub my palms flat down the front of his trousers. It’s all the room he is letting me have but he moans when my hands pass over his thick, throbbing cock.

“Bethany.” He admonishes.

“Are you on a date?” I challenge, my eyes narrow and my heart’s in my mouth.

“No.” He doesn’t hesitate with his answer and I don’t hesitate with my response.

“Prove it.” I think my whole body trembles with anticipation that he might deny me and I hold my breath for the endless second it takes for him to cover my mouth with his forceful hungry lips. Our hands fumbling together to remove the barriers preventing our blissful reunion. I push his trousers and boxer pants roughly to his thighs, his slightly widened stance preventing them dropping to the floor. He scrunches my skirt up, his fingers slipping through my panties at my hip and yanking hard. I cry out wishing I had worn more delicate material that disintegrated without such necessary force. All the while his tongue is delving and consuming swollen lips, my tongue dances with his and I whimper because I can’t seem to get enough. With one hand he reaches to hold my hair pulling back to exposed my neck and I try to shake my head because I know exactly what he is intending and I am not his to mark.

Breathless but forceful I cry out. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

He pulls back, dark blue eyes scowling with heat and lust. He stands straight, still and menacing, silent but for our deep breaths. “Soon.” His voice is like gravel and he makes a guttural sound as he slowly kneels in front of me, never taking his eyes off mine. It’s probably the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed. He breathes my scent in, eyes closed; taking all the time in the world and looks at me once more through his thick long lashes. His hands spread my thighs and he licks his tongue on the tender inside, high but below the apex, kissing the soft flesh before increasing the pressure and sucking down hard, pulling the blood from deep inside, swirling it along the surface. Gripping my thighs, each fingertip a mark on my skin, each sucking swirl of his tongue a mark on my body and each desperate cry he draws from my soul a mark on my heart. He moans with satisfaction and almost as an afterthought, licks his tongue deep along my core causing my legs to quake and my thighs to tense. He freezes and snaps his head to look at me.

“Jesus Bethany, what’s gotten into you? It feels like you’d come if I just told you to, without even touching you?” His voice is thick with desire and with that deep timbre I know he is right and I am not particularly happy at how shaken and vulnerable that makes me. Something to process later, right now I still need to come but I’m not going to beg, like he says I’m super responsive so one touch of my hand will also do the trick. I take my hand from his hair where I had been gripping for balance with one leg on his shoulder and lightly sweep my hand over my tummy and toward my core. My fingers are snatched and squeezed painfully as Daniel growls and stands, his erection bobbing and fierce between my open thighs. “Not a fucking chance. Ok I won’t mark you where I want, yet, but there is no way I am not going to be the one to make you come.” He nudges his thick soft crown, sliding to my entrance and I clench in eagerness, he pushes further, deeper and we both let out a satisfied moan. He pulls back and thrusts hard, I cry out and hold his solid shoulders pulling him in, I need him close, I need him deep.

His eyes fix on mine as he pounds into me, it feels so sweet, so intense and I wouldn’t fight the building pressure and blissful spasms even if I could but I do surprise myself when I gasp out. “Daniel, I want to come.” I pant short breaths fighting the inevitable release. “Can I come?” It’s not exactly begging, somewhere in between but we are not exactly in a place where I can trust him not to torture me with denial, and God my body needs this.

“Ah Fuck yes baby, yes, yes come for me.” He steps into me even though there is nowhere left to go, just deeper and harder.

“Ahhh. .mmmmmm.” The overwhelming wave of pleasure engulfs me and I am so grateful Daniel has the presence of mind to slap his hand over my mouth as I scream my release. Slowing his hips I am not sure if he finished too. I am so caught up with the earth shattering orgasm that has left me unable to speak, move or breathe. He leans his full weight against mine to stop me from sliding down the wall, not through extreme exhaustion, or sated euphoria which I am feeling but because my bones have ceased to perform their basic function. My body continues to contract and shudder with pleasant aftershocks and my head finally returns from its hiding place. Still buried inside me Daniel is the first to speak.

“Shit Bethany, that was . . . Christ! Are you Ok?” His light fingers cup my face and I feel strangely embarrassed, strange because he still has his cock wedged deep inside. Choosing to ignore the loaded question because honestly I have no fucking idea if I’m Ok, I deflect.

“Um did you? I mean I wasn’t sure.” I try to move and hard as he still is, he languidly withdraws and pushes back, effectively stopping me. I think maybe he didn’t.

“Yes thank you. You seemed a little preoccupied, so you may have missed it.” His wicked grin makes me laugh and he tenderly kisses the corner of my mouth. My libido being the untamed monster that it is, if he continues to move like that we are likely to never leave this delightfully romantic toilet. I push at his shoulders.

“Oh good.” I smile still trying to push his firm frame away from me, eager to put some distance now my raging hormones have ebbed. “Right well, I should be getting back and I guess you should be too.” I bite down my comments about, ‘wouldn’t want to keep an evil bitch waiting’ for another time. After all he still has his cock in me and apparently he isn’t putting it anywhere else, for now. He pulls out from me and I move to the side, my tongue swipes my own lips automatically at the sight of his still rock hard cock. He lets out a deep throaty laugh that sends a fresh wave of tingles across my skin.

“I won’t say no but I wouldn’t want you getting the sack.” His flippant remark has my mouth dropped open in utter affront at his insensitivity. “All right, if you insist.” He steps toward me holding his shaft in one hand stroking sensually and offering his other for me to take. My mouth snaps and I scowl my best death stare.

“You are fucking unbelievable! I am glad getting fired amuses you and don’t even pretend that you hold any concern over my employment here. You just don’t want to keep your date waiting.” My angry words hold a wealth of venom but they seem to have little effect, his face is impassive, his dark eyes give nothing away. He straightens his back, tucks his shirt in and zips his zip. Stepping once more up to me he tenderly tucks my hair behind my ear, kisses my cheek and whispers.

“Not my date.” He opens the door and goes to leave, looking directly at me, like he is assessing his prise and with a small knowing smile on his lips he adds, “until next time.” He softly closes the door.

Ah shit! shit! shit! I quickly straighten my blouse, skirt and check myself in the mirror. Wow that’s an improvement, full lips and lots of colour and if it wasn’t so blatantly obvious that I have just been fucked senseless I would be delighted with this healthy glow, given my recent pallor. I peek my head round the door and with shameful confidence walk back through the restaurant to the bar, thankful we have had no new customers and Lili is idly polishing some glasses.

“Hey Bets, what’s up?” She doesn’t look concerned so I am thinking it a generic greeting, not a specific enquiry for me to disclose that I have just got down and dirty in the disabled toilet.

“Oh you know same same, Oh! Other than Arse-Hat of an ex decided to bring his new date here for a cozy date.” I nod in the direction of the booth.

“Shit Bets sorry I didn’t even look, took the order without peeping up from my pad.” She grimaces, breaking the golden rule of good waitressing; more friendly eye contact more likely to get a tip. “She’s just ordered some wine and I think they’ll be staying for food now he’s back, do you want me to take this?” She offers considerately.