Falling Hard (Hidden Secrets Book 6) (3 page)

Walking out onto the now practically deserted streets, I made my way in the direction that I knew my prospects would be higher to gain this money for what I had in mind. This was my lowest low right now. I didn’t want to do this, but I couldn’t
not
do it and be on the street again. I’m tired of living this way.

Stopping in a little shop, I purchase a dress, some shoes and ask the lady if she’d be willing to help me look sexy. After making up some bull shit story about meeting a guy from the internet, she readily agreed and I left looking damn good, I think.

Deciding the best place to go would be the
High Towers Hotel
. It was a popular hotel for all the higher maintenance or richer tourists. They were damn expensive, but their amenities more than made up for the price I thought. I’ve only ever been in here a couple of times, but never to stay the night.

I walked in and sat down at the end of the bar. My brain kept fighting with itself for what I’m about to do, but it was all I was left with. I couldn’t lose my place. I needed a chance to find some other place.

Forcing myself to accept that there was no other option, I looked around the bar. Surprisingly, it was pretty full. It wasn’t until my eyes landed at the other end of the bar that the night turned up just a little bit.

The bartender asked what I’d be drinking. I tell him and moments later he sets my drink in front of me. I down it then ask for another. After a couple more, my nerves start to fade away a little.

This man was gorgeous. So much so that I’m unable to take my eyes off him. He sat there at the other end of the bar seemingly lost in his thoughts. It gave me the perfect amount of time to get a good look at him.

He had short, dark, blond hair. His face was perfect. When he looked up to get the bartender’s attention I could see his eyes. They were an amazing color of almost grey, but my bet is they are actually blue. A small amount of stubble covered his face. I wanted to nibble every inch of him. He had broad shoulders and from the t-shirt he wore, I could tell he was in shape.

Downing another shot, I stood up and straightened myself then made my way over to this handsomely sexy stranger.

Chapter Two

Nathan

Go on vacation they said. Get away from her to forget her they said. Yet here I am, sitting at a bar drinking another glass of bourbon. What the fuck was a vacation, anyway, when all I could do was think about Mary and what she was doing? I lost count of how many times I tortured myself with thoughts of what Tobey was doing to her or her to Tobey. The worst part was that I knew how she felt when she climaxed, what it felt like when she gave head. Groaning when I felt my cock twitch as images of our time together filled my vision. Shaking my head, I slammed my glass down on the bar and asked the bartender for more.

“In fact, why don’t you just leave me the bottle?”

Bringing the drink to my lips again, I felt a hand touch my shoulder followed by a undeniable shiver that ran through me. It wasn’t something I was used to. Since I stupidly confessed to Mary how I felt about her, every woman since has repulsed me. Turning to find the source of this welcomed thrill, I’m stunned stupid.

“Holy shit! You’re so beautiful you glow like…something that glows,” I mumbled stupidly before I could stop it.

She laughed softly. “Mmm, I’m taking that as a compliment?”

“Yup that’s what it was,” I tipped my glass at her.

She laughed again. “Looks like you could use some company,” she smiled.

“Wow,” I breathed. “Damn, I think I drank myself brainless.” I mumble as I look into my glass.

“Nah, I think you’re funny. Nice change from the fuckwits that usually come in here.”

Staring at her intently, my cock twitched in my pants. Fuck! This woman was driving me fucking insane. The thing is I was just drunk enough to let things happen if she wanted it to. Suddenly, I found myself praying that she wanted it to go there. My cock jumping in my pants with every side glance told me the same thing. Damn, I shifted in my seat.

“Well, funny could be an insult where I come from. How’s it register with you?” As I asked I looked into her eyes not looking away. Shit, I haven’t picked up a girl in some time now. I’m worried I may be too rusty.

She moaned slightly then shifted in her seat. “Definite turn on,” she whispered huskily meeting my eyes with the same need.

Our eyes stayed locked to each other’s. Neither of us spoke with our mouths, but our eyes said a lot back and forth. This woman was beautiful, beyond beautiful. Her amazing, dark, wavy hair, bright mesmerizing eyes, ‘suck me/bite me’ lips and her body… Fuck me hard and fast if she didn’t have one of the best bodies I’ve ever seen. My hands itched to touch her, to feel that amazing form under them, against them.

“What’s your name, woman from my dreams?”

“Kristy. What name will I be calling out later,” she asked, keeping her face blank, but her eyes registered the surprise of her own words.

Shocking me more, she grabbed my drink from my hands and tipped back the half a glass that was there. In two gulps, it was gone. My mind quickly conjured up an image of her mouth wrapped around my cock swallowing my length with no trouble at all. Continuing to torture myself, I could almost feel her throat clamping around the head of my cock and some of my shaft as she milked it thoroughly. Clearing my throat and willing my cock to wait a few minutes, I shook my head.

“Nathan and that was my drink you just downed,” I said with a smirk as I tipped my head in the direction of the glass that she still held in her hand.

“I have a feeling I’ll be drinking more than a shared drink in a little bit,” she said huskily.

“Damn,” I breathed. “You’re good. You win,” I joked.

Kristy laughed. Her name just kind of sung in my ears even thinking it. Who would have thought that Jake and Vicky would be right? Here I am
finally
on vacation. My life back in the United States doesn’t exist right now. Right now, I’m Nathan the vacationer. And I plan to enjoy every damn minute of this reprieve from my misery. Maybe Vicky’s right and the answer will be here and things won’t be so bad when I go back. If she’s right, I’ll owe that woman more than I could ever pay back.

“So what brings you to Australia? Don’t tell me, it’s work,” she wrinkled her nose.

I’m just drunk enough to tell her the truth. “I’m running from my misery.”

“I see. That explains the drinking.”

“Yup,” I lift my glass to her and go to toss back more bourbon when I realize it was empty. Looking at it in confusion, it finally dawned on me. “Oh, that’s right, you stole my drink.”

“Yes, I did because you don’t need anymore. We don’t want to ruin the night just when it starts getting good. Now do we?”

“Nope,” I practically panted at her like a damn dog.

“Are you staying here?”

“Yeah.”

“How long are you here for?”

“A few more weeks. Been here a week already.” I crooked my finger to get her to move closer to me. “It’s sucked until now.”

“Maybe I suck,” she said as she licked her lower lip before biting it.

I tip my head in her direction. Turning in my stool, I lean back forgetting there wasn’t a back to the stool. Kristy’s laughter was loud, so full of happiness that it made me forget about banging my elbows and jamming my tail bone. Let’s not forget the pure embarrassment of falling hard on the floor in front of a girl that had your jeans noticeably bulging.

She stood and I took a minute to perusal her body fully. She wore red high heels that made her legs look fucking incredible. They were smooth and toned. It was an effort to keep my tongue in my mouth. The tight black dress she wore showcased every single curve she had. My eyes zoned in on her amazing breasts before finally meeting her smiling eyes.

Squatting down, she reached out her hand, ran it lightly over my crotch as she reached for my hand. I stood in front of her, trapped in her eyes and perfect smile. Her hand still rested in mine and I found myself unable to let it go.

“Let’s go dance,” she said pulling me to an empty side of the bar.

Music was playing, but I’m not really sure dancing was the usual conduct in this bar. Mariah Carey’s
Touch My Body
was barely made out over the speakers, but I didn’t need to hear everything because knowing what the song was, was enough to put me on the edge of ravenous. Now, the sober me would be telling her this. However, tonight, I’m not exactly sober, now am I? Instead of backing away, telling her let’s take this to someplace private, I found myself pulling her against me. Pushing her ass against my erection, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face down to hers.

Expecting her to kiss me, I closed my eyes because staring into her eyes this close had my already drunken state seeing her as a three headed Cyclops. My eyes flew open when I felt her bite just under my chin. Then her tongue ran across where her teeth had been. Looking her in the eyes, I gently ran the backs of my fingers down her cheek, neck until I touched the outside edge of her breast. Small circles with my fingers on the outside, not touching her hardening peak that was noticeably showing at this point, she ground her ass into me firmly.

Next thing I feel is her hand running up and down my jean covered erection. My hips involuntarily buck into her hand. I was so caught up in the feel of her touch that I hadn’t noticed she’d lowered the zipper on my pants. It wasn’t until I felt her fingers graze the skin of my cock that it registered. Growling, I pulled her hand away from my pants, zipped up and started to walk away.

“Where are you going?” Kristy asked from behind me.

“To get a damn room before I get a damn burn on my dick,” I answered moving quickly toward the exit.

“But you’re room is this way,” She stated confused.

“I have a room?”

Kristy laughed at me. “Yes. You just said you were staying here,” her smile stayed on her face.

Digging in my pocket, I pulled out a key card. “Huh! Would you look at that? I have a room here.” I looked up at her smiling. “I have a room here. We don't have to leave. Quick, I think I'm ripping my jeans.”

Kristy laughed behind me as I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the bar toward the hotel elevators. We stood next to the elevator waiting for the slowest elevator car I've ever had to wait on.

“Nathan? Kiss me while we wait,” she breathed.

“Nope. Can't. Won’t stop.”

“Come on, Nathan,” she begged.

“If I taste you right now... Oh fuck who am I kidding!”

Pushing her against the wall next to the elevator doors, my lips smashed to hers and I moaned the minute our tongues touched. My body pushed in further to hers as the kiss deepened. A throat cleared behind me.

“Sir, I need the button.”

“Get your own damn button! This one’s mine,” I growled before claiming Kristy’s lips again.

The elevator soon chimed. Reluctantly, I pulled away from her. Yanking her into the elevator, I pushed my floor then turned back to Kristy. Her dress had ridden quite high on her legs, showing more of those legs that I couldn’t wait to run my tongue up.

Growling, I caged her in between my body and the wall of the elevator. She looks up at me with eyes full of lust and desire that my attempts to hold off until we got to the room were slowly dwindling.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” lowering one of my hands, I ran it up her legs until I touched the bottom of her ass, barely inside her dress. “These legs of yours are killing me,” I whispered close to her ear then nibbled on her neck before tracing her ear with my tongue.

Just then the elevator signaled its arrival to my floor. We left the car, hurried to my door, unlocking it. After practically shoving her into my room, I tore my shirt over my head. As I walked slowly toward her, I saw apprehension in her eyes. It was there enough that I offered her an out. For the life of me, I don’t know why I wasn’t like any other guy that picked a woman up from a bar, but I just couldn’t make her do something that she didn’t really want to do.

“For once in my life, I’m taking what I want, to hell with the consequences. If you don’t want this leave my room now. But if you stay, I promise you’ll never feel pleasure like this again. The choice is yours. But you need to make it now before I make it for you.”

Instead of answering me in words, she pulled her dress over her head slowly, showing me only a tantalizing inch at a time. When she finally dropped her dress, my jaw hit the floor. She stood there in nothing. Nothing, but the red high heels.

“Damn,” I breathed.

Reaching for my pants as she sauntered over to me, she shook her head. “Let me do that for you,” Kristy said softly.

Her hands took the place of mine, she leaned forward and started pressing little kisses and bites across my shoulder and up my neck. My hands eagerly ran up and down her bare back. Her fingers grazed my shaft as she lowered the zipper to my jeans. Kristy then moved her hands to my hips, lightly scratching me as she did so, and then slowly moved her hands inside my jeans pushing them down. As my jeans lowered, so did she.

Looking down at the most sexiest sight I’ve ever seen, Kristy knelt before me licking her lips as she stared at my hard as steel cock in front of her.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she breathed, had I not been so in tuned to everything she was doing at this point, I might have missed it.

“What,” I moaned as she began to stroke my cock.

“There are many things that you’ll find weird about me,” she paused as she ran her tongue up and down my shaft, nibbling in between the licks.

“Fuck,” I hissed out between my teeth, tossing my head back. “I’ve found nothing weird about you. Sexy, intriguing,” I moaned, “Hot as hell, but not weird.”

“I love that you have this,” she licked my piercing that started just under my head and came out through the top of my cock.

“I’m glad. Just wait until you see what I can do with it,” I moaned as she sucked on just the tip, her tongue flicking at the base of my piercing.

After a few more minutes, I had to pull from her mouth or I’d never make it to actually getting inside her. Picking her up in my arms, I carried her to the bed, kicking my clothes and shoes off on the way there. Laying her down, I ran my hands up her legs. Starting at her ankle, I slowly ran kisses down the inside of her leg, biting gently when I reach the pit of her knee. She moaned loudly. Continuing my movements further up her leg until I could smell the scent of her arousal, unable to take it slow I licked spreading her folds.

Kristy moaned, grabbing at the sheets next to her. Circling my tongue around her swollen nub, I pushed a finger inside her. Hooking it in a ‘come hither’ fashion, she gasped and her hands tightened in the sheets as her hips bucked toward my face. I continued my movements, her sounds filling the otherwise quiet room and making me harder than I’ve ever been.

“Oh shit,” She moaned, her hands flew to my head holding me in place as she rode out her orgasm.

Moving up her stomach slowly, kissing, licking, biting every inch of her body, leaving nothing untouched. Spending extra time on her breasts, she grabbed my face and pulled me to her lips. The intensity of the moment filled both of us, she wrapped her legs around me as I thrust into her.