Page 56 of One Night Seduction

I mean, I guess I don’t have to lie. It was late. I stayed in my brother’s room since there were two beds. I don’t have to include the whole sleeping with her daughter thing because that statement alone sounds too cheap, too meaningless for what happened last night.

What was mine finally came back to me, and now that I have her in my grasp, I’m not letting anything get in the way of that. Including her mother.

I can’t really describe what I feel when I’m with Arianna, all I know is that it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. She quiets the world around us, calms the storm inside me. With just a look or a simple touch, she has my steel-coated exterior deteriorating, ready to lay bare and vulnerable beforeher. Two things I’ve never had any interest in doing with any of my Subs before.

She’s not just a Sub, though. She’s…everything.Myeverything. I don’t give a fuck how fast or rushed or fucking crazy that sounds, I’m keeping her for good.

Quickly, I gather up my things, noticing all of Kelly’s is already gone before heading out of the room and to the elevators. When I make it down to the lobby, I see that the restaurant adjacent to the check-in desk is bustling with activity, and a very hungover looking Kelly spots me from inside.

She comes out, moving as fast as she probably can without puking all over the floor. Her huge designer sunglasses cover half her face, and she’s wearing a men’s dress shirt over a tank top. Wait, what the fuck? That’s my shirt.

“What happened to you last night? I woke up this morning, and you weren’t there,” she says, pulling me in for a hug.

I stiffen at the embrace as I see Marissa watch me curiously as her and her family leave the restaurant, Arianna and Tyson right behind them. Arianna’s eyes cut to me immediately, and just one glimpse of her disappointment has me practically shoving Kelly away.

She stumbles a step or two before righting herself. It looks like she’s going to ask me what’s wrong, but then she’s grabbing her head, wincing as she rasps.

“Can we head back to the cabin? My head is killing me.”

“Sure,” I say. “Let me get us checked out.”

“Already did it,” Marissa says with a smile.

I give her a grateful dip of my head as we all head to the parking lot and get into our respective cars. This time, instead of the front seat, Kelly makes a beeline for the back, taking up the whole seat as she lays down. Arianna and Ty stare at each other for a moment before I make eye contact with her, silently telling her to get in the front.

She nods, taking the front seat, and Ty silently pouts, his shoulders dramatically dropping before he’s shaking his head, sliding into the other side of the back and roughly patting Kelly’s head.

“Move over.”

She grumbles but shuffles over. However, as soon as Ty sits down, her head is back in his lap. He squirms in discomfort but eventually settles into his seat. Arianna reaches for her seatbelt, but I’m faster, leaning over the center console as I buckle her in. She gives me a funny look as she lowers her voice.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing my own seatbelt, Logan.”

I know that she’s capable of it. She’s more than capable of so much. She’s smart, creative, and talented. She is the most capable woman I’ve ever met. That doesn’t mean she should have to be all the time, though. There are people who play the Dom/Sub role only in the bedroom for the kink of it all. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hot, but when you have a true relationship that extends outside the bedroom, it makes everything that much better.

She is a strong, independent woman, but being her Dom means that she doesn’t have to be. To the world, she can conquer anything, and then she can come home and curl up in my lap, knowing she is safe, loved, and cherished. Her being my Sub doesn’t mean that she is less than me, that she must obey my every command. It’s about a shared trust that I will always act in the best interest of us both, that I will always prioritize her needs above everything else, and whatever she needs, I’ll move heaven and earth to provide for her.

I give her a small smile and nod, reaching over and patting her leg. I want more than anything to leave it there but with her mother’s face inches away, I decide it’s best if I don’t.

Forcing my hands onto the steering wheel, I grip it tightly as I begin maneuvering us out of this little town. I alwaysthought it was like magic as a kid, but now that it’s the place I’ve secured Arianna as mine, it’s heaven on earth.

We begin cruising down Highway 2, weaving in and out of the mountain lined road. Waterfalls, hills, rivers, and awe-inspiring cliffs surround us every mile we go. It’s one of the most beautiful drives in the world.

After a few minutes, I hear Kelly’s soft snoring, and after waiting another two minutes, I casually slide my hand over to Arianna, resting it on her thigh. She looks at me cautiously, and I squeeze her thigh, begging her not to deny me this. I can’t possibly be expected to go two full hours without touching her. Just my hand against her jean clad thigh sends a calming buzz that envelopes me from my head to my toes.

My thumb begins rubbing mindless circles on her thigh before she smiles at me, gently slipping her hand under my own. Moving my eyes back and forth between her and the road, I lace our fingers together, satisfaction rolling through me because of it.

I glance up to the rearview mirror, catching a look of hurt that passes across Ty’s face before he looks out the window. I hate that my brother has to be hurt because of this. I hate that he had the opportunity to fall for her in the first place. I should have worked harder, been more convincing, more compelling. I should have done a better job at proving to Arianna that what we have isn’t some weird fetishized fantasy. This isn’t just a fling or even the start of a relationship, this is forever. And I’m sorry if it makes me a shit brother, but I won’t let anything stand in the way of our forever, even if that means hurting Tyson in the process.

His eyes meet mine, and there is a heaviness there. I sense a bit of acceptance, but I know it’s not enough. We have to have a conversation and soon. Clear the air. Hell, maybe he needs to get a hit or two in. I’m happy to cater towhatever he needs because as much as I love my brother, I have no doubt that Arianna will rule my entire goddamn world.

After an hour or so, Arianna reaches down to her purse and pulls out her camera. She makes some adjustments before she begins snapping some pictures out the window. I find myself spending more time watching her watch the world than I do with my eyes on the road. Can you blame me, though? At first glance, she is stunning, but when she has a camera in her hand, when she is seeing the world through her own lens, she completely transforms into an ethereal being. It’s a sight all men should witness…from afar.

A murmured noise from the back has me regrettably ready to move my hand when I look back to see Kelly turn her head towards the back of the car, right into Tyson’s crotch. She makes another mewling sound as she begins rubbing her face against him. Tyson’s nose is wrinkled, and his mouth is pulled into a grimace as he attempts to push her away. Whether she is asleep or somewhere in between, she doesn’t stop rubbing her face against Tyson, and eventually, he fully shoves her, sending her tumbling to the floorboard.

“Jesus Christ!” she grouches as I casually pull my hand away from Arianna to adjust the radio volume before resting my hand on the center console.

“You were basically trying to suck me off,” Tyson says with a roll of his eyes.

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