Page 8 of One Night Bride
Remington growled, slamming into me two more times before stilling, his cock twitching inside of me, spilling into the condom. His grunt vibrated through me as he buried his face against my neck and his body shook. I held on to his shoulders and welcomed his release. To make a man that big and strong come so hard he trembled, made me feel like the most powerful woman in the universe.
Ashley and her minions couldn’t reach me here. The occasional online haters didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but me and Remington and this connection we’d made in the bathroom of the hotel lobby.
Bang, bang, bang.
Remington and I both lifted our heads, our skin covered in sweat and his cock still inside me. His harsh breathing echoed in the quiet of the empty bathroom.
“Hello? Esme, are you in there?” Ashley’s voice asked from the other side of the locked door.
Well, fuck. Guess she could reach me.
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Remington
Something that didn’t care about living the next ten minutes was piercing my brain and I didn’t appreciate it. With a growl, I put a hand over my eyes. Ah, there. Blessed relief.
The hotel sheets felt pleasantly warm and beckoned me to stay longer. Based on the cotton ball that had taken over my tongue and the pounding in my head, I fully intended to heed that invitation.
What the fuck happened last night?
With my eyes still closed, I went over everything from seeing the dark-haired beauty, to her obvious invitation, to somehow fucking her against the wall of a public bathroom. I groaned, even as my dick hardened just thinking about it.
I wasn’t the kind of guy who took a girl into the bathroom to get between her legs. There was just something about the way she seemed so eager that had me doing things I wouldn’t normally do. How could any warm-blooded male say no to that?
I blinked my eyes open, feeling like I’d buried my head in a bag of sand at some point during the night. The sunlight filtering in from the partially closed drapes felt like a spotlight, highlighting my bad choices from the night before. Jesus. I hadn’t woken up hungover like this since college. Visions of several bars we visited last night had me groaning out loud. I could have sworn we ended up back here at some point.
Glancing over quickly to the pillow beside me, I saw an indentation, but no Esme. Which gave me mixed emotions. Relief she wasn’t there, and I didn’t have to deal with the morning after awkwardness. Irritation that she’d crept out without a goodbye. And there was definitely something else ticking away behind my rib cage. I hadn’t even gotten her phone number or a last name.
Then again, I was here on vacation and so was she. It was just a onetime hookup.
My phone buzzed on the bedside table. I grabbed it and a bottle of water, chugging it before opening my phone to see the text message.
Ms. Williams:Good morning, Mr. Roth. I’m downstairs with the car whenever you’re ready.
“Fuck.” I glanced at the time. I should have been up half an hour ago.
I texted her back I was finishing up a phone call and would be down shortly. The lie didn’t sit well with me, but telling her the truth would have been worse. I had a rubber band tied around my finger, which was odd, but then again, I was completely naked save for one sock. Inebriated decisions often made no sense in the light of the next day. I flicked the rubber band off and massaged blood back into my finger. After a quick shower, followed by my favorite pair of jeans, a protein bar, and painkillers, I felt almost human again.
Down in the lobby, Ms. Williams gave me a brilliant smile I didn’t deserve for keeping her waiting twenty minutes past our meeting time. I didn’t like people who were late, and here I was being that person.
“My apologies,” I murmured as she shook my hand and we walked out the door.
“Vacation lends itself to late nights. As it should.” She gave me a wink and climbed in the back of the car, leaving me to huff out a laugh. She surely didn’t miss much. Something told me Mom would like her.
We saw five more houses on the Nevada side of Lake Tahoe, none of which compared to the one I’d fallen in love with yesterday. On Ms. Williams’s suggestion, we swung by that house again to make sure I still got a good feeling about it. Maybe it was the way the designer had used so much wood with exposed beams that reminded me of home. Or maybe it was the killer views from the massive windows in every room. Whatever it was, I was sold.
“I’ll take it, Ms. Williams,” I stated, standing in the foyer and envisioning myself in this house, living the life I wanted rather than the one that was expected of me.
“Excellent choice. I’ll have my assistant, Melinda Carter, draw up the papers and meet you back at the hotel. I do encourage you to make a full-price offer as homes around here are selling quickly.”
I gave a curt nod. “Full price and let’s make it an all-cash offer. That should speed things up.”
Ms. Williams’s eyes widened for a split second before she nodded back and put the phone to her ear, most likely having her assistant get started on the offer. I had things to do too if I planned to live here soon.
I needed to secure the second investor I’d spoken with last week and get the website up and running. My webmaster spoke in jargon I didn’t understand, but was getting familiar with quickly. Oh yeah, and I needed to find a wife. My parents thought I was only out here finding a vacation home, not a permanent residence. As soon as I figured out the wife component, I could move here for good.
Ms. Carter waited for us outside the hotel, shifting from one black heel to the other, in a suit that looked like she borrowed it from her big sister. She tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear and stood up straight the second she caught sight of our car approaching. She opened the door for me, which was all kinds of backwards. In my neck of the woods, a man still opened a door for the lady.
