Bane (10 page)

Drying off, the plush white towels were soft. They smelled heavenly. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

A knock proceeded Bane’s voice. “Dinner is here.”

“Okay, I’ll be right out.” The steam from the shower clung to me. There were terry cloth robes hanging on the wall. Grabbing one, I cinched it tight around my waist while messily throwing my hair on top of my head. I hated getting dressed while my body was damp.

The main area smelled of food that had my mouth salivating. Standing to the side of the table, Bane took off the silver domes covering the plates, revealing a dinner fit for a king. Holy hell was I hungry.

Opening the wine, he asked, “Did you have a good shower?”

“Yes. There was a dog about my size that gave me a run for my money today.”

Bane’s brow furrowed. I remembered I picked up something for Bane and now was the perfect time to give it to him. Grabbing my purse, I brought it to the table. As always, Bane intently watched me.

“I brought you something.”

“You did?” Surprise laced his voice.

I fished out the bright-orange bag of Cheetos and proudly handed them to him. “I figured after how crazy all this has been, you needed a hit of your favorite junk food. Cheetos a la carte.”

A deep rumbled laugh erupted as he grabbed the bag. The dinner was now complete with the orange interrupting the elegance. It was perfect. A secret knowing smile came upon his face. “This will go great with the steak.”

“I think so too.”

Taking a bite, my mouth watered at the tenderness of the steak. It was hard to suppress the moan wanting to escape. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten something as delicious as this. This month of recharging and whatever other pleasures it would bring would be nice.

Bane poured two glasses of wine and slid one across the slate table to me. It was delicious as the crispness coated my throat. Through dinner we made small talk such as the weather. Mainly I talked. There wasn’t anything revealing, but I could sense Bane relaxing around me. It had to be exhausting being on guard like he constantly was.

Maybe this month was as much a break for him as it was for me.

DINNER HAD BEEN pleasant. Maren ate with gusto, which I liked seeing. It had probably been forever since she had eaten a good steak from the way her life sounded. I was amazed at how she didn’t complain, but kept pushing forward. Maren filled the silence with meaningless talk, but at times she let the quiet linger. She was getting more relaxed around me.

My mind drifted to the e-mail from Hampton. I’d resent him my brief with more details on Discrete Encounters and their involvement in prostitution. He’d simply responded back,
Thanks, Bane. I’ll get this handled.
By his short-clipped response, I knew he was stressed. Normally, he’d call me and we’d hash it out.

The clanking of the fork brought my focus back to the now. Maren looked replete which helped chip away at my charred soul. At least she’d learn through this month what it felt like to be away from that asshole brother of hers. If she left him, I’d do whatever I could to help her relocate.

Standing, I held out my hand to the woman who sat clad in a terry cloth robe. It had been hard to concentrate through dinner wondering if she was naked underneath. Without hesitation, Maren grabbed my hand as I said, “Let’s sit on the couch and finish our wine.”

“Sounds good.”

There was a surprise for Maren on the table. When I saw the desserts I knew I had to get Maren her favorite junk food. Seemed we were on the same page tonight. I hoped we were on the same page for another activity, but time would tell. Maren watched me with rapt attention as I removed the dish. A cheesecake drizzled in caramel sauce was on the plate.

She smiled and stood on her tiptoes as she gave my cheek a quick kiss. I was tempted to possess her, but maintained control. Maren was in charge on how far this went.

Seductively she spoke. “Seems we were thinking the same thing tonight.”

“So it seems.” I refused to look at this as anything more than a coincidence.

Taking the plate, Maren folded her legs under her on the couch and took an appreciative bite. “This is amazing. Thank you.”

I’d have cheesecake sent up here every night to see the look of contentment on her face. There was no telling how rough she had it. I planned on looking into it more tomorrow. Today, I’d gotten her address and located her brother. Fucking bastard, living in a hotel while his sister barely made ends meet.

We needed to get something else out of the way. I knew Maren wasn’t going to like it, but hopefully my logic was persuasive enough. “What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?”

“Eight. There’s a bus leaving at six thirty that connects with two other buses. I’ll get there in time.”

Here was to hoping this happened smoothly. “How far away is your work by car?”

She thought for a moment. “Probably like thirty minutes with the morning traffic.”

“I’d like to have a car take you. You could leave around seven-twenty.” Maren protested, so I quickly continued on. “You’ll get a lot more time to sleep. It’s not a handout. It’s simply a nice gesture. Just think about it.”

She nodded while she ate. I wasn’t able to tell what she thought. As she took the last bite, she laid the plate on the coffee table. “I’ll take the car. Thank you.”

As Maren sat back on the sofa, her robe became loose, leaving a direct line of sight to her tits. It had been hard as hell not taking her the moment I saw her on the sidewalk outside the hotel.

Glancing down, Maren saw where I stared. Not moving to close the robe, she grabbed my hand. “I want this, Bane. But, I don’t want to feel cheap.”

That was my cue.

I quickly moved Maren and positioned her straddling my lap. That flowery fragrance bewitched me. Undoing her sash, I spread the robe open. Hell, she was bare and my dick wanted out to conquer her. Splaying my fingers along her flat abdomen, I said, “I won’t ever treat you like you’re cheap, Maren. We are two consenting adults, agreeing to give each other pleasure. The hotel is only a means to give us privacy.”

“Then, take me.”

My right hand roamed up her thigh while my left hand went to her waist to start its upward ascent to those luscious nipples I’d already felt, but needed to again. The inner muscles of her legs squeezed mine as anticipation took over her, beckoning to touch her.

She was about to get fucked.

Hard.

As my fingers grazed the lips of her pussy, Maren’s hands rested on my legs behind her, granting me better access. I loved a bare shaven woman. The position arched her breasts closer to my face. Maren’s body bucked as I touched her clit, massaging it enough to have her begging for more.

“Bane, please. It’s been so long.”

Hearing her ask me for something changed everything. I’d planned on having her mewling while she waited to orgasm, but I knew Maren never asked for anything. I wouldn’t deny her. With my left hand I rolled her beaded tip as I pulled it to the point of pleasure on the verge of pain. She loved it as she ground down on my right hand.

“Bane …”

“It’s coming, angel.”

Her slippery folds sucked my middle finger within her pussy while my thumb kept up the assault on her clit. Fuck, she was tight and greedy for me. It had been awhile since she’d slept with anyone. I massaged her walls and began a more vigorous pace as she loosened up.

“Yes, Bane! Yes!”

Leaning her head back and putting more weight on her arms, Maren rode my hand. She was close … so close.

I switched nipples and Maren stiffened as her heat clenched down on me, her orgasm taking over her body.

“Don’t stop!”

Not stopping, I massaged every last ounce of pleasure out of her body. Maren slumped against me, her breathing fast and erratic. My dick wanted to get inside her.

Pulling my finger out, Maren straightened up with a satisfied, lazy grin on her face. Watching me intently, I brought my fingers to my lips, tasting her. Holy hell, she was sweet. “Pure-fucking-honey, angel.”

She snickered. In one movement I stood, holding her ass and kissing her hard, capturing a gasp.

Against my lips, she murmured, “I taste myself. I like it.”

That only spurred my need for her as I devoured her mouth, moaning. The animal was about to become unleashed. It had been awhile for me too. I tossed her on the bed and her robe fell to the side. This afternoon, I’d been by to drop off a box of condoms in case things escalated. I opened the night stand drawer.

Teasing, Maren looked at me as she propped up on her elbows and saw the large quantity on the box. “Someone thought they were going to get extremely lucky. Many times.”

“Hoped.”

Another giggle escaped. “I think you’re about to get lucky.”

Enough talking. I unzipped my pants and put on a condom. There wasn’t enough time for me to get naked. Throbbing, my dick sought her as I pushed against her entrance.

“Are you ready, angel?”

On a breathy exhale, she responded, “Yes! I need this.”

By the way her body heaved in anticipation, Maren needed this rough … like me. We needed to escape the nightmare of life we were trapped in for different reasons. Her body was the welcome distraction I was looking for. I plunged in, balls deep.

“Shit!” I murmured.

“Bane, don’t stop!”

With her legs locked around my waist, I pulled out and relentlessly pushed back in. That sweet smell of desire permeated the room, further driving my maddening pace. Maren clutched the sheets, thrashing her head. Her walls were quickened against me. She was close. I was close. We were going to explode together.

Every muscle tightened within me as my balls drew up. I twisted my hips slightly. Maren arched her back as she yelled while her pleasure engulfed her while she tightened around my dick. My own release sent that orgasm all through my body as I relinquished the built-up sexual tension from the last few days.

I’d fucked her.

Made her mine—for the month.

Maren collapsed as her eyes fluttered shut. Pulling out, I discarded the condom and zipped myself up. On the bed, Maren’s beautiful body laid exposed and thoroughly well-fucked. She looked beautiful and I wanted to touch her more.

Fuck.

It was time for me to go.

Removing the robe from her body, Maren only muttered incoherent contented words.

“What time do you need to get up, angel?” Nicknames were trouble, but this was temporary. Once I’d said that in the heat of the moment, I knew there was no going back. She was an angel.

She muttered, “I need thirty minutes.”

Covering her with the bedspread, Maren snuggled deeper into the pillow.

Fighting my body’s request to be near her again, I left. I’d get her wakeup call and breakfast settled at the front desk. Hopefully things stayed as they were.

Excellent fucking.