Lacey's Seduction

Chapter Three

Lacey didn’t have time to look around his large suite before Brent once again had her in his arms, pressed body to body.

“You had your turn, and now, it’s mine,” he told her right before he took possession of her mouth. And possess it he did. The kiss was hard, hot, and brutal, telling her everything he couldn’t get out in words.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he let his hands wander over her bare back. With her soft flesh quivering to his every touch, he knew she wanted him, but he would hear her say it.

When his fingers ran over the catch of her dress, he paused and pulled his mouth from hers.

Tilting her head back, he made her look him in the eye.

“Tell me you want me or tell me to stop. This is your only chance,” he warned her.

Lacey’s eyes widened. Her soft tongue flicked out and licked her dry lips. Brent thought he might go insane with how much he wanted her.

“Tell me!” he demanded. “Do you want me?”

Lacey nodded and leaned back towards him.

Firmly, but gently, he grabbed and held her chin. “Then tell me.” Lacey’s pretty face flushed. She once again licked her lips, and her mouth opened twice before any

sound came out. When she spoke, it was in a whisper, but it was all he needed to hear. “I want you, Brent.”

Once the words were out of Lacey’s mouth, Brent took complete control. Picking her up, he carried her into the bedroom. Placing her on her feet next to the bed, he leaned down and traced her neck, jaw, and ear with the tip of his tongue.

Lacey let her head drop back to enjoy the sensations he was causing. When he pulled the clip out of her hair, causing it to cascade over her shoulders and back, she shook it out letting it brush her sensitive and heated skin.

Lacey heard him groan as he grabbed her hair and held her head in place. Then, once again, his mouth was roaming her. Her dress fell, but she didn’t care when his mouth covered one of her hardened nipples. Holding the back of his head to her breast, she relished the pull on her bud and the scrape of his teeth.

Her legs went out from under her when he bit down. As if he anticipated it, Brent easily caught her before laying her on the bed. Her dress was left abandoned on the floor, leaving her in heels and panties.

Brent removed the heels one at a time, kissing her ankles as the shoes dropped to the floor. His hands went between her legs and moved up slowly, drawing a low moan from her.

Lacey’s legs fell apart as he moved up her body. She was open to him like she’d never been before, but she didn’t care. She was past reason and wanted him desperately.

Brent teased her with light brushes of his fingertips over her weeping sex. She moaned in frustration, but he only chuckled and continued his torture. When his mouth hovered over her, she thought she might go crazy before she felt the first long, wet lick between her folds.

Lacey’s hips bucked, but he wasn’t one to be rushed. Using one long finger, he separated her most private part and licked her up like cream. She was moaning under him, begging for more, but he only teased.

As Lacey moved her hips to the rhythm, he kissed, licked, and rubbed, taking her closer to release.

Stabbing his tongue inside her pussy, he added first one finger then a second as she rode his face.

Small, soft cries escaped her mouth as she was lost in the pleasure he gave her. One handed, he was able to pull his clothes off.

Pushing her legs farther apart with his free hand, he moved his mouth and sucked on her clit while adding a third finger. Lacey exploded around him. Her cream rushed over his mouth, and he greedily lapped it up. Her muscles contracted around his fingers, and her body shook from the pressure of her orgasm.

Not giving her a moment of rest, he climbed up her body, leaving a wet trail of kisses, until he covered her. He shared her taste with her as he kissed her passionately. She restlessly kneaded his back and wrapped her slender legs around his waist. Demanding he take her like he wanted.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered, his voice husky with need.

Lacey was powerless to deny him.

“Watch me as I take you.”

“Yessss,” she hissed as he entered her. He pushed in slowly inch by inch as her body clamped around him.

Lacey gladly accepted him inside, arching her back to take him deep. He rested his forehead against hers as he paused to catch his breath.

Brent pulled out quickly before slamming back in. Lacey’s breath caught, and she couldn’t get it back before he repeated the movement over and over. She lifted her hips so she met each stroke, giving as good as she was getting.

“Oh baby…you feel so good. So right,” Brent murmured as he plunged in and out of her.

Lacey didn’t think he was aware of speaking or what he was saying, but she heard every word.

“That’s it…take me…take all of me…”

Lacey slid her legs up to try to take him in deeper. When he pulled them over his shoulders, changing the angle and indeed going deeper, she broke apart again. Closing her eyes, once again she found her release.

Brent groaned as her muscles milked him. His hips began to piston even faster as his thrusts became shorter and more desperate.

Opening her eyes, Lacey looked into his face. She wanted to see him reach completion. Squeezing her inner muscles, she reached up and ran her nails over his back, marking him.

Brent yelled out his release, slamming inside, and releasing his seed deep into her.

Lacey lay on the bed with Brent’s weight covering her, spent and exhausted. When he rolled over and off her, she was too tired to complain. One arm came around her, and he pulled her closer.

She closed her eyes as she concentrated on the pace of his heartbeat. Her own was hammering. She was confused about what happened. If he was only getting back at her for her seduction, the words he’d spoken didn’t make sense.

She drifted off to sleep before she could put to much thought into what had just happened.

Lacey wasn’t sure what woke her, but she found herself in bed alone. Sitting up, she strained to hear inside the large hotel suite. She could hear the water running in the shower and knew Brent was in there.

Looking at the bedside clock, she noted it was only a little past midnight. She pulled the covers off and sat on the side of the bed. She wasn’t sure what to do. Could Brent have changed his mind about what

was going on between them or was this only revenge?

Lacey knew her feelings went deeper than just sleeping with him. She’d fallen for him long before that first time in the hotel. It had broken her heart when he had so carelessly thrown it and her away. She didn’t know if she could face that again.

She stood and looked at herself in the mirror above the dresser. No, she wouldn’t be able to go through it again. As much as it hurt, she would have to leave him before he left her.

She pulled her dress back on silently. She couldn’t find her panties so she decided not to worry about them. Carrying her shoes in her arms, she took one last look at the bathroom door and quietly left the bedroom and suite.

Tears fell from her eyes as she made it to the elevator, but she didn’t care. Luckily, she was by herself in the elevator and there was no one in the hallway to her own room. She made it inside the room before the she broke. Sobbing she went to her bathroom and turned on the shower. The dress she’d worn was discarded onto the floor as she stepped under the burning water. The heat felt good as she sat on the edge and cried.

Brent was humming under his breath when he opened the bathroom door. He stopped cold when he saw the empty bed. Lacey was gone? He listened to see if he could hear her in another part of the suite.

Only silence. Surely she wouldn’t have left. Looking around, he noticed her dress and shoes gone.

He fisted his hands at his sides. She was gone. He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or yell. Once again she had surprised him. Instead of waiting in bed, so they could talk about what had happened, Lacey had run away. Going to the closet, he yanked down a pair of jeans and put them on. He didn’t bother with a shirt or shoes, only grabbed his room key as he slammed out.

Luckily, he had been paying attention earlier when Lacey and Cara had exchanged room numbers so they could meet later in the day. As he headed to the fifth floor, his blood was boiled, and it was all he could do not to pound on the door when he reached it.

He knocked twice before he realised she wasn’t going to respond. “Damn it, Lacey! Open this door.” She opened it then with the chain attached. He stuck his foot into the opening, blocking her from being able to close it.

“Let me in.”

She shook her head. He could see her in a hotel robe, and her hair was wet.

“Lacey, let me in. Do you think I can’t snap this chain off?” She must have realised he could, because she sighed and pushed the door in slightly to release the chain off.

Brent pushed past her and slammed the door. The only light in her room was the one on the bedside table. He walked to the bed and pointed. “Sit down.”

She moved slowly but sat where he had pointed. “Brent…” He held up a hand and shook his head. “I have something to say, and you’re going to listen.” She nodded and folded her hands in her lap.

He paced for a few minutes, trying to get his temper under control and find the right words. “I owe you an apology.”

Lacey’s head snapped up at that.

“I owe you an apology for the first time we were together, another one for the past three months, and finally for what happened earlier.”

Insulted, Lacey clenched her hands. “You’re going to apologise for what happened earlier?” Brent watched the emotions clearly written on her face. “Not for what happened, no. But for not talking to you first.” Dropping to his knees in front of her, he cupped her face. “I should have explained how I felt before taking you to bed again.”

Lacey nodded and tried to pull out of his hold, but he easily held her in place.

“After my second book was released and became a best seller, I had all kinds of women come on to me. I’m not proud of it, but I took them all, a different woman in a different city. I drank too much, gambled, and basically didn’t care about myself or anyone else.” Lacey opened her mouth to respond but he shook his head.

“No, let me finish. I never had to seduce the women, they did it all. After my father died a couple years ago, I went home and my sister read me the riot act. She was tired of my behaviour and pointed out I was acting like a prick. Along with Matt and a couple buddies, I realised I was trying to keep my past bottled up.”

He took a deep breath before he continued. He was about to share with her more than he did with most people.

“You know Matt and I were in the military. That’s what I use as background for my books.” She nodded.

“What you don’t know is that sometimes I still have nightmares. After I wrote my first book, they got worse. I used the alcohol and women so I wouldn’t have to think about what happened while we were overseas.”

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out how to best explain.

“On my next book tour, I did things different. I no longer let myself be seduced…well, until you,” he told her as he rested his hands on her knees. He just had to hold her, to connect in that small way to remain calm.

“I…”

“It doesn’t matter, Lacey. I said things to you before to hurt you, and I know I did. I’m sorry.” Lacey nodded, but he continued before she could speak.

“It hurt to find out that you were like all the rest.” he told her, still holding onto her.

Lacey only stared at Brent after he made the last statement. It took her several minutes to find her voice.

“I’m like the rest of them?” she managed to croak out.

He nodded and smiled. “It gave me a bad moment, and I acted horrible. Please forgive me?” Lacey couldn’t believe her ears. “I…you…” She jumped up, knocking him back from her. “You arrogant asshole!”

Clearly confused, Brent stood and raised his hands. “What? Wait!”

“No, you wait!” She was almost screaming. “I may have set out to seduce you, but I wasn’t just another woman. I was under the impression we were friends. Obviously I was wrong, and let me tell you, I deeply regret it.” That wasn’t completely true, but he didn’t need to know that. This was worse than using her for sex, this was…telling her she was no better than any other bimbo he had been with.

Brent just stared at Lacey as she stood arms crossed over her chest, glaring at him. “I think you misunderstood me.”

“You know, Brent, I don’t think that I did. I think that you are an arrogant bastard who doesn’t know what he wants, and I want you to leave my room.” Her voice trembled but she stood her ground. She was more than furious. She was insulted and disgusted with both herself and him.

He looked at her like she was crazy, his mouth was open and his eyes huge. It would almost be funny if she didn’t feel like crying and punching him.

“Hey, this isn’t my fault!” he protested

“Three months! Three months you had the opportunity to act like a man and not an asshole. Then when you see me, you take me up to your room, repeat the mistake, and then tell me I’m like every other woman you’ve ever had.”

“I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I really don’t care how you meant it!” She continued to rant at him. “Just get out and leave me alone.” He had to get out. Now. Lacey wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold back her tears. Once again, she pledged to herself that he wouldn’t see her cry. She really was stupid—she didn’t know Brent at all.

He stood for several minutes just staring at her before he turned and left her room. He didn’t see her drop to the bed, crying as the door closed, cursing both of them as fools.