Beauty from Pain (Beauty, #1)(93)

I turn around on the barstool to begin my search. I have the hotel room. All I need now is a woman who doesn’t recognize me. Number fourteen.

I scan the room like I always do and begin by taking inventory. I see a few decent-looking blonds, maybe a redhead or two, but none of them hold a candle to her. No one ever will.

My thoughts drift to the place in my head where only Laurelyn resides, so I don’t notice when someone takes the seat next to me. I’m brought out of my trance when I hear her voice. “Waiting on someone?”

I turn to the voice’s owner and see an attractive blond occupying my neighboring space. Her hair is chin length in loose curls and her bright blue eyes display no recognition of who I am. She’s probably midthirties. Maybe closer to forty and dressed like a professional in a sheath dress and fitted jacket. She’s just my usual type. Before Laurelyn.

I shake my head. “No one in particular. Just here to find a little company.”

She smiles. “Me too. Maybe we can keep each other company.”

Because I’m drunk, I have no reason to think I’m going to put this out there in an appealing manner. I don’t know. Maybe I want to f*ck it up so she’ll blow me off. “I’m not your normal kind of company. I have very specific requirements for the women I date. The first of which is that I won’t tell you my real name and I don’t want to know yours. Honestly, I really only want to f*ck and have a little fun for a few weeks and then I never want to see you again.”

I wait for the slap or for her to get up and leave, but neither happens. “My, my. Aren’t we a direct one?”

“I say what’s on my mind because I don’t have time for silly games.” Isn’t that what I told Laurelyn after she asked me if I was missing my filter?

“Okay.”

What? Really? She is saying okay to that shit I just said to her? “You’re up for it?”

“Sure. You’re hot and I need a distraction.”

“A distraction from what?”

“The man I love.” She glances down at her drink as she sloshes it around. “He doesn’t feel the same. What’s your deal?”

I won’t talk about the one I love with another woman, especially not one I’m about to f*ck. Even I know that’s not right.

“No deal. I’m just not into commitment or contact after I’m finished with a woman.”

“I can respect your honesty about it.” She swallows the last of her girly drink. “You want to go upstairs?”

“That’s why I’m here.” I throw back my shot and get up from the stool. I’m a little unstable so she reaches out to steady me.

“You okay?”

I work to get myself straight so I don’t blow this. It’s what I need. It’s what I have to do to get her out of my mind. “Yeah. I’m good. We don’t have to stop for a room. I’ve already got one.”

We ride the elevator to the third floor and exit. I’m shocked I’m able to find the room because I’m so wasted. She has to take the keycard from me to open the door because I’m too uncoordinated to slide it in and pull it out. Let’s hope that doesn’t apply to my cock.

We go into the room together and I play tag with the walls before falling backwards onto the bed. I close my eyes for what feels like a second and when I open them again, the nameless blond has stripped down to her panties and bra and is straddling me.

She reaches behind her back to unfasten her bra and then takes my hands and puts them on her tits. They look good, but even drunk, I still know they’re fake because they don’t feel anything like Laurelyn’s.

Damn! I can’t even get her out of my head when I have two palms full of tits.

She leans down to kiss me and I turn my head so that her mouth lands on my jaw. She makes no haste in trailing kisses down my neck. I shut my eyes because I don’t want to look at her.

She unbuttons my shirt and tells me to sit up so she can pull it off. I do as she says and then I fall back onto the bed again. Her palms are sliding up and down my chest. “I’m glad I stumbled upon you. You are super hot.”

Her mouth starts at my upper chest and makes it way down to my stomach. She tugs to open the button of my daks and then pulls the zipper down. I’m drunk as f*ck, but I somehow manage to get it up.

She tugs on my daks and jocks until she gets them down and then slides off the bed to remove my shoes. After she finishes, she pushes her panties down and kicks them to where her dress is lying in a puddle on the floor.

She climbs back on top of me and has produced a condom from somewhere. I assume from her own supply since she hasn’t asked me where mine is.

I hear her tear it open and then feel her hands rolling it down over me. I reach up to rub my closed eyes because all I can see is Laurelyn in the pitch black behind my lids. Fuck! I want to forget her and I know this is the way, so why is it not working? Why am I still seeing her? Missing her? Loving her?

I feel the blond’s hand around me and know she’s going to slide onto my cock any second if I don’t stop her, so I jerk up in the bed and shove her off me. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this with you.”

I get up from the bed and start dressing as she stares at me from where she’s lying on the bed. She says nothing and when I’m fully clothed, I don’t even glance in her direction. “The room is paid for. You can stay if you want.”