Changing Hearts Page 22

  When the redhead got to her knees before me, I had a decision to make.

  If I left the room, I might as well be leaving the society. I hadn’t seen any of the members’ faces yet, so maybe they’d let me off the hook. Or maybe they’d revealed my secret.

  There was Shelly. I was pretty sure I was at least half in love with her. Tonight she acted like she didn’t give a shit about me and maybe she didn’t. Was I wrong about her?

  The woman before me put her hand on my ankle and started sliding it up. It was now or never. Shelly or the society?

  FIFTY

  Shelly

  What had I done? I stared at his text thinking I’d been the biggest bitch ever to him. He’d done nothing wrong. His message had come a while ago, but I’d turned my phone off. I’d texted him back, getting no reply.

  I’d been so embarrassed by what the doctor said that I hadn’t wanted to look at Sawyer. Did he see me as someone with a problem? I’d searched up eating disorders on the web. One of the major types of anorexia was when someone restricted their diet to the point of starving themselves. I didn’t want to see myself as that type. I ate. I didn’t starve myself. But it had been hard to ignore that according to health statistics, I was underweight.

  How did I get to this point?

  I felt cold and I left my room. The house was empty. Sawyer wasn’t in his room. I felt on the verge of tears and I needed him. When had I come to rely on him?

  When I came downstairs, he was there with flowers. A huge bouquet of pink roses in a crystal vase.

  “For me?”

  As I approached, rubbing my hands against my arms, I realized I was in love with him.

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  I lifted on my toes and pressed my mouth to his. I slid my phone out of my pocket and snuck in a selfie of us.

  “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

  “Tonight—”

  I stopped him with my lips covering his in a quick kiss. Then I posted the picture with the caption of #myguy on Instagram.

  He smiled when I showed him.

  “I don’t want to talk. I need you,” I said.

  He reached behind him, setting the flowers down on the island. Then he scooped me up and moved for the stairs.

  I couldn’t keep my mouth off his. Our teeth clashed, our tongues misfired as he headed to his room. He kicked the door shut, as we continued to fest on each other. He tumbled to the bed, frantically working off each other’s clothes.

  It was the way he stared in my eyes that made me feel beautiful. With the lights on, he didn’t study my body like a science project. He reverently kissed my imperfections as if I were flawless.

  His lips were like honey on mine until he rose to his knees. He burned a blazing trail over my body until it landed on my center. I thought he’d give me what I ached for. Instead, he scooped me up and tossed each of my legs over a shoulder before his tongue drove deep into my pussy. It happened so fast I cried out, not expecting that. I fisted my hands in his hair, holding on for dear life as he face fucked me like no guy before.

  My legs quivered and shook as I came. I thought I’d fall, but his hand held on to my ass like a man greedy for a meal. When he finally laid me on the bed, boneless, I was spread wide and couldn’t care less.

  The only thing I could move was my eyes and I watched as he fisted his cock with a smug grin on his beautiful face. It wasn’t fair one man could be that perfect in face, body, and mind. I’d struck the lottery and didn’t know how. It was almost unreal that he could even exist.

  He bent over me and kissed me. He tasted of me and I wanted a turn to taste him. His ideas were different. Before I knew it, he’d flipped me over and smoothed out the line of me so I was ass up, tits pressed into the mattress. He stroked the head of his cock through my slit but didn’t go in. I groaned.

  “If you keep teasing me, I’m never fucking you again,” I warned.

  His chuckle was amused but dark. “Not even you believe that.”

  With measured strokes, he slid his length over my clit until I was begging him to fuck me. No guy had ever got me off so thoroughly and had me wanting more.

  “Cocksucker,” I said, with no real heat.

  I ached for him to be inside of me.

  “No, I’m not, but you will be soon enough.”

  “Fuck you,” I said.

  “Since you asked…” He pushed inside of me, filling me to the brink.

  I bit down on the pillow. My face was buried in, holding back from making any noise. He’d teased me too much. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. However, my resolve soon broke. His punishing strokes made me whimper in pleasure.

  This man was everything. He stroked a hand down the side of my body before cupping my breast, tweaking my nipple with his fingers.

  He hadn’t even touched my clit and I felt the orgasm building inside of me. As the pressure became too much, I fisted the sheets in my hands and screamed as my climax tore out of me. He rode me the whole way.

  It wasn’t over yet. He turned me, cock fisted at the base.

  “Like I said before, it’s your turn to finish me off.”

  Greedily, I switched position so my face was in his lap. I sucked him off at the tip and used my hand to work him up and down. He tugged at my hair, drawing a smile from me as he groaned my name. When I swallowed him down as far as I could, he shot off down my throat. I had to focus so as not to gag. Once he was finished, he took me in his arms and kissed me.

  We fell asleep twined together. I woke once and he was gone. So tired, I fell back asleep. When I opened my eyes again, he was there.

  “Where’d you go?” I whispered.

  “Ash.” That answer perked me up. “He…”

  “You were there for him.”

  He nodded. “He has nightmares. I heard him.”

  “You don’t have to explain. It’s fine.”

  “Are you okay with it?”

  “Is there anything going on between you two?”

  “No.” His answer was curt.

  “Then, I’m okay. He’s your friend. One of the things that makes you, you, is how you take care of the people you love. I don’t want you to change.”

  He pressed his lips to mine. “Thank you.”

  Next thing I knew, he was inside me again. We lost ourselves in each other, in the moment.

  The next day, he got up. “I have to get to the stadium.”

  “You’re going to play?”

  “No, but I have to go to the game.”

  “What about the game after that? Will you play then?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  I didn’t like that answer, but watched him walk away.

  FIFTY-ONE

  Sawyer

  We lost the game that Saturday and the guys didn’t outright say it was my fault, but I could feel it in their stare. Come the following week, they were going to expect me to play. I wasn’t sure yet what to do. I hadn’t missed being on the field.

  “Do you need anything?” I asked.

  Chance saluted me. “We are getting on the road.”

  They were driving to Texas to spend Thanksgiving with Kelley and Lenora.

  “Have you seen Ash?”

  “He left to catch his flight,” Chance said awkwardly. “He didn’t tell you?”

  Things weren’t quite back to normal between us. He wasn’t avoiding me, but we hadn’t talked much. Part of me wanted to believe it was because of midterms. I’d also spent a lot of time with Shelly, leaving little time for us. He hadn’t told me where he was going.

  “I thought I’d see him before he left,” I said.

  I’d been in the shower with Shelly and we’d been in there for a while.

  Change shrugged. “Safe travels, brother. Brie’s a little jealous we aren’t going with you guys.”

  As if on cue, she walked in and rubbed her eyes.

  “Sleepy?” I asked.

  Her eyes gleamed. “Well, I didn’t get muc
h with all the noise you and Shelly make.”

  I threw my head back in laughter. She’d taken one of my lines and used it on me. “You got me.”

  She winked and pointed a finger at me. “You fell right into that one.”

  Chuckling, I added, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

  As they walked out the door, Chance said to Brie, “That pretty much gives us carte blanche.”

  I had coffee made when Shelly came down the hall. It didn’t matter that I’d had her six ways from Sunday, seeing her made me think of a few more.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” she warned. “We need to get to the airport soon.”

  “It can wait.”

  There were so many things we hadn’t done that morning.

  “You are so bad. We’re getting there on time.”

  There was just something sexy about her stern expression. Throw some glasses on her and she’d resemble a sexy teacher.

  “Fine. It’s not like they don’t have a bed on board.”

  She turned to gape at me. “A bed?”

  “Yep. It has a master suite, living room, dining room, and conference area.”

  She closed her mouth. “Your family owns a plane that’s like an apartment in the air?”

  That was a fairly good description of it.

  “Technically, it belongs to Dad’s company.”

  “And he let you use it?”

  “Nah. Dad may be CEO, but Mom is a board member. All of the executives and board members have access to the plane.”

  “We aren’t going on company business, though?”

  “No, but the cost of the plane is paid for whether it’s in the air or on the tarmac. We’re actually doing the company a favor by using it.” As she continued to stare at me wide-eyed, I added, “Don’t worry. There’s a calendar for usage and it was available, which is true most holidays.”

  Company people couldn’t justify using it when they were technically off. I, on the other hand, being the son of the owner of the company, could justify anything. Since it was privately held, we didn’t have to follow strict guidelines.

  “If you say so.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ve got it covered.”

  Later, Shelly’s eyes bugged out of her head when we got on board. We entered and I steered her past four tan leather chairs, the dining section that boasted two side tables and six chairs. We entered the entertainment section with a sofa and large TV on either side.

  “This is what I wanted you to see.”

  There was a bed for two and enough room for a dresser on the other side.

  “You can’t be serious?” she asked.

  “It’s a seven, almost eight-hour flight. I’m very serious.”

  “What about the crew?”

  I slid the hidden door closed from the panel and locked it. Her face held amusement. I pulled her in my arms and did what I’d been craving since she came into the kitchen early. I covered her mouth with mine and let my hand slide to her ass.

  When I pulled back, her eyes remained closed.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “You can’t be real.”

  “Why not?”

  “This.” She turned in a circle. “You.” She aimed a finger at me. “Three years ago, I wouldn’t have imagined this, with you.”

  “Three years ago, I thought parties and pussy meant everything to me. Now I see how wrong I was.” Her eyes twinkled. “Okay, pussy is still on top of my list, but only yours.”

  “Now you’re just saying pretty things.”

  “I’ve got you, babe. I don’t have to make up shit to bang you.”

  “I’ll agree with you this time. Go ahead and finish.”

  “It’s just that none of it made me feel beyond the moment. With you, though, I don’t have moments, I have memories.”

  She looped her hands around my neck and drew me down. I nipped at her lip when a knock sounded at the door. “Mr. Cargill, we are ready to depart.”

  We shifted apart. She bit her lower lip and I groaned. My dick wanted inside her. I pointed at her, making a silent promise before we left the master suite. We buckled up in the forward conference area since we’d already had our passports inspected. Shortly after, we were in the air. Shelly reached over and grabbed my hand. I caught a little fear in her eyes and squeezed her hand to reassure her.

  The plane was on the larger side for a private jet. It held the highest safety rating and our pilots had military experience with top recommendations and credentials.

  Once we reached a certain altitude, our flight attendant came by to offer us lunch. I surprised Shelly by having special menu options available for her.

  “You did this for me?” She’d chosen steamed salmon, a fresh spinach salad, and roasted fresh vegetables.

  I nodded. I’d contacted her mom, something I hoped never to share with her. I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. I also hadn’t known all her favorite foods and wanted to surprise her with something she wouldn’t feel guilty eating.

  “I’m going to talk to someone.”

  That came out of left field. “What made you decide to?” I hadn’t pushed the issue. It was something she had to want to do. Pushing her would only effectively push her away from me.

  “I didn’t go into my eating habits trying to be unhealthy. I guess my weight loss got out of hand. I’m not sure when it happened. I also know I can’t fix it alone.”

  “I’m here for you.”

  Though I’d meant she could talk to me, she eyed my plate. I had steak and mashed potatoes. I poked my fork in the direction of the green beans I’d pushed to the far edge.

  “It’s green and on my plate.”

  Her laugh was infectious. “True, but are you going to eat them?”

  Honestly, I didn’t know and shrugged. Several bites later, it was her turn to question me.

  “Have you considered talking to someone about what happened with your brother?”

  Turnabout was fair play, so I didn’t begrudge her an answer.

  “I did when I was a kid. Didn’t help much.”

  She didn’t suggest that I should try now. I was grateful for that. As we ate, I moved onto another topic we hadn’t talked about.

  “What law schools have you applied to?”

  Her reply was quick. “Yale, Harvard, Georgetown, and Vanderbilt.” She grinned at that last one.

  “Vanderbilt, huh?”

  She nodded.

  “I’m certain you’ll get in.”

  “How can you be certain about that?”

  I grinned. “I may know someone who could get you in. Besides, I’m hoping we end up at the same school.”

  It wasn’t something we’d talked about before.

  “Don’t you think you’ll eventually get tired of me?”

  Clearly, she had no clue.

  “I didn’t wait years to get a girlfriend for nothing. I waited for the best. I don’t plan to go for second best.”

  She lifted her fork and pointed at me. “Saying stuff like that will get you laid.”

  “And here I thought it was how I get you off better than any other guy.”

  “Your ego knows no bounds.”

  I lifted my shoulders. “Telling the truth is not boasting.”

  “See, it’s that cocky attitude of yours—”

  “That you love.”

  “Love to hate.”

  “Hate to love, you mean.”

  It was her banter that got a rise out of me. I got to my feet and shoved her chair so it turned free from the table. I scooped her up. “Time to make good on my promise.”

  FIFTY-TWO

  Shelly

  The bed was more comfortable than I expected when Sawyer tossed me on it. I surprised him, though. After he secured the door and covered me with his body, I switched our positions, putting him underneath me.

  I crawled down and freed his stiff cock from his jeans. Long and thick, I sucked him off with hollowed cheeks and vibrating moan
s. It didn’t take long before he flipped me, leaving me pinned underneath him. When he drove into me, I lost my breath. It didn’t matter how many times we’d been together, each time felt like the first.

  “Keep your eyes on me,” he demanded.

  It sounded easy, except when every stroke had me wanting to roll my eyes in the back of my head.

  “Stay with me, Shell.”

  I panted my pleasure until we hit a patch of turbulence and my nails sank into his shoulder. He paused. It didn’t take long before the plane leveled back off again. Then he continued his relentless pounding.

  My climax ripped through me on the heels of a scream because we hit another patch of bad air. I’d been holding in my cries, afraid to embarrass myself to the crew. But it loosed from my throat involuntarily as my stomach sank when the plane dipped. My cheeks flamed, knowing how loud I’d been. Sawyer just grinned with male pride while I spent the rest of the flight in the bedroom, afraid to leave until we landed in London.

  “Can we take a black cab?” I asked. It might have been nerdy of me, but they were so cool.

  Sawyer indicated the guy holding the sign with Cargill on it.

  I put my hands flat together. “Please?”

  He said something to the guy before putting a purple note in his hand.

  We entered what was called a queue until finally we got in a black cab. I had no idea where we were going. Sawyer did the talking as I took in everything. There wasn’t much to see until we arrived in the city. The red double-decker buses and iconic red telephone boxes had me snapping photos with my phone. Sawyer made the driver stop at one point so we could take a quick selfie in front of one of the telephone boxes.

  Our impromptu ride continued and I caught glimpses of Buckingham Palace and Big Ben. He promised me that we would spend a day in the city and see them up close. Eventually, he stopped just outside of the city where a car waited.

  “We’re not staying here?” I pointed at the hotel nearby.

  “No, I wanted to give you a quick tour. We are going outside of the city, unless you’re tired.”