A Wild Ride (Jessica Brodie Diaries #3)(60)

Even though I stopped falling for that old rouse after the first two yells, I still always turned to look just in case. That mean little sucker was plotting revenge on some long lost grievance, and it would like nothing better than to trample me. I knew this. I could see it in that evil stare!

Something of a shock was how close I had gotten to William’s brother, Thomas. He was trying to get a handle on the company and didn’t want to ask the people that reported directly to him. Apparently he didn’t think they were all that bright or competent. Instead of just saying that, though, which would have had Tom arguing for them, he just asked my advice. Constantly. It didn’t matter that I was in over my head, or that it was beyond my education level, he’d ask me anyway.

Most the time I tried to figure out the answer, but occasionally I just got pissed off and I told him I was too stupid to answer his question. He then got mad and told me I wasn’t too stupid at all, just too lazy. That of course would prompt me to figure out the answer through research, or being sneaky, and get back to him with a snotty attitude.

He was just as bull-headed and stubborn as I was, so we pushed each other incessantly to do better, constantly tormenting the other. We fought as often as we got along, and consequently I rarely got the fake Thomas charm anymore, which I was thankful for. Although, I often got the Thomas bitchiness, which he was also known for, but only amongst family. I didn’t love that so much.

I now saw why William could deal with me. He grew up with a person just like me constantly picking on him.

I had heard no word of a proposal. Not one. I hinted a few times about it, nearly asking if he was ready to get married or what? But refrained. It was slightly embarrassing to demand to know why someone didn’t want to marry you anymore. I figured I’d wait until after we both slowed down a little, then start hinting more obviously. With Thomas on my case, and William trying to sort out his life, there was barely enough room for lovemaking, let alone rings and parties and planning a wedding. We were barely getting away for the San Francisco trip, and that I wasn’t going to let go. I also wasn’t letting Thomas know anything about it, because I caught him trying to cancel my flight one day to keep me in Texas!

Talk about ethical issues.

We finally arrived, no thanks to Thomas flaking out on taking us to the airport, into the cool fog of the San Francisco evening. It had been a long week and by the time we got to the hotel all I felt like doing was relaxing. I had done most of the planning for the trip, based on the fact that I knew William would go overboard, so we didn’t have anything planned for tonight.

The room was a mini-suit, which I now saw was the size of an average room in Texas, but three times more expensive. Apparently go big or go home was not the philosophy in this neck of the woods. Although, where quality and stateliness was concerned, we were definitely getting what we paid for!

We put our stuff away and settled on the couch.

“So...” William put his arm around me.

Sometime in the last four months, as he was taking care of all the facets of his busy life that made him him, he’d gone back to his old self. He was confident in himself, moving through a room with purpose, drawing eyes like honey drew bears. He was suave and debonair, he was gentle and tender, he was rugged and masculine. He was my William, and I had never loved him more. Our relationship was never better. If our life never changed from this moment, it would be more than I’d ever hoped for.

“So,” I answered, leaning my head against his shoulder.

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t really care. You?”

“Room service and nudity?”

“Sounds good to me,” my lips curved into a lazy smile. “Room service first, though.”

“I was thinking nudity, actually.”

“That might cause a ruckus when we answer the door for room service.”

“Robes, darling. There are robes for that. Is this your first time in a hotel?”

I slugged him, then let him lay me back onto the couch. He kissed down my neck, removing fabric as it got in his way. I worked the buttons on his shirt, then his pants, taking his hard length firmly into my hand.

He used his incredible strength to turn me so I was kneeing, holding onto the arm of the couch. He was behind me in a second, opening my folds with the head of his cock. He eased himself in slowly, putting his arms on each side of mine.

He kissed my back delicately as he slowly pulled himself out. That act seemed to take all his willpower, because he then thrust himself forcefully, fully sheathing himself. Grabbing onto my shoulders with his hands, he started to pummel, slapping against my body.

I clutched onto the couch, moaning. Taking his thrusts, hard and firm, until I was panting in delight.

“Oh Jess,” he said with release, just a little too soon.

My body backed down, not getting the height to send me over the edge. It wasn’t the first time, as was usual for women, but since he got me there more often than not, I never complained, like now. Plus, it still felt amazing.

The problem was, this time he’d noticed.

“Too fast?” he asked, sitting down behind me and pulling me across him.

“No. It’s not you, it’s me.” I smirked.

“Shall I finish you off?”

“Too much effort.”

“Sleep, then, is what you need. Sleep until late tomorrow morning, then the boat cruise in the evening. Will that cure you?” I could tell he was a little worried I would be like this the whole trip.