We slipped out of the room, not even registering on their radar as the door gently clicked behind us, and made our way down the hall toward the elevators. As soon as the doors shut and I pressed the button to take us down to the lobby, I realized I didn’t even know this gorgeous woman’s name.
“I’m Reid by the way,” I introduced myself, breaking up the silence around us.
She tilted her head back until her eyes finally settled on mine. “Wow, so apparently we skipped introductions before.” Her mouth spread wide, showing off a row of perfect white teeth, and I watched as her tongue traced over lips, wetting them before she spoke again. “I’m Mackenzie.”
Mackenzie. I repeated the name over and over in my head until I had convinced myself that no other name could possibly be more fitting for her. It was perfect. She was perfect. I had yet to find one flaw, not a single imperfection to turn me away from her, and as we stood there taking one another in, no longer clouded in the darkness of the hotel room, I was able to finally drink in just how beautiful she was. Long, silky blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and buttery smooth skin that looked as though she’d spent her fair share of time soaking up the sun. She was simply stunning, and while I found myself comparing her to Brielle, there was something so different about her. Something drawing me to her like a moth to a flame, and I just had to get a closer look.
The doors of the elevator flew open, releasing us from the foggy haze surrounding us, and we both blinked a few times before tearing our eyes away from one another.
“Well, now that we have introductions out of the way…” I held the door of the hotel bar open for her, placing my hand once again on her lower back. At six-foot-one, my hand rested perfectly at the dimples just above her ass, and it took everything in me not to let it slip any lower. “…let’s get down to the most important question of the evening.”
The place was packed, leaving only a few seats open right along the bar. I pulled a stool out for her and watched as she nervously tugged at the ends of her dress, attempting to cover herself the best she could. She had great legs, and they easily made up for her lack of height: tan, slender, and fuck me, I wanted to sit her atop that bar and wrap them around my waist while I fucked her into oblivion.
Shit. Bringing her here might not have been the best idea because now my intentions were going way off course and alcohol would only fuel the burning need to be inside of her that much more. The plan had been to get us away from the bachelorette party that neither of us wanted to be a part of, but now that I had her here to myself, I couldn’t help but want to bury myself balls deep in her sweet pussy until she cried out my name.
Jesus, man, pull yourself together!
I ran my hands down my face, brushing the thought aside, and watched her angle her head slightly as though she were studying me. If she could read my thoughts right now, I was so fucked. I might as well turn myself around and walk right back out that door.
“And what question might that be?”
I grinned down at her, thankful she couldn’t see into the realm of my dirty mind, and returned my attention to the question at hand. Tucking a loose strand behind her ear, I leaned in close, soaking in the fruity scent of her hair. “What’s your poison, sweetheart?”
She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, deep in thought, and it just made me want to bite down on the soft pink flesh even more. “What would you recommend?”
I pondered that for a moment, but considering how she handled just the one shot of whiskey, I had a pretty good feeling she was a lightweight. “You don’t get out much do you?”
She smiled bashfully and shook her head. I loved that she wasn’t afraid to be honest with me, even after having just met. Women like that didn’t come around very often, and I could already sense that there was something different about her. Something special.
“Let’s start you off with something sweet. Maybe an Alabama Slammer?”
She nodded in agreement, and I grabbed the bartender’s attention, ordering her drink along with a Long Island iced tea for myself. From that point on, the drinks kept flowing, as did the conversations between the two of us. We talked about everything under the sun, from likes and dislikes, to favorite music and movies, to places we had traveled and even embarrassing stories. We probably shoul
d have halted the topics there, but the more we drank the more comfortable and at ease we became with one another. As the bartender dropped off more drinks, this time a whiskey sour for her and a scotch on the rocks for me, she laughed so hard that her hand latched on to my knee, nearly causing us both to face-plant on the floor.
“You mean to tell me,” she hiccupped, “that when he pulled out, there was…” She waved her hands toward my crotch in a gesture I couldn’t quite comprehend.
I threw my head back laughing, not at the story I was re-telling about Bryce’s infamous first experience with anal sex, but at Mackenzie’s uninhibited and animated amusement. God, she was so vivacious and full of life. This wasn’t the girl I’d caught hiding in the hotel room only hours earlier. It was as if something had ignited inside of her to incinerate the shell encasing the real Mackenzie…and I fucking loved it.
“Let’s just say, if you plan on letting someone fuck you up the ass, make sure you don’t eat corn beforehand, otherwise you’re meal could make an unwelcomed reappearance!” I chuckled under my breath before finishing off the last of my scotch.
“Oh that’s disgusting!” She bellowed out and doubled over in my lap, her laughter reverberating throughout my entire body. I loved hearing that sweet sound pour out of her, and if she only moved her head a few inches to right… Fuck. If I didn’t have that sexy little body writhing beneath me in the next thirty seconds I was going to explode.
I lifted her by her shoulders until she was once again seated upright and giggling drunkenly. She was so damn cute, the way she reached up and threaded her fingers through my hair with a dreamy look in her eyes, and as she scooted forward on the bar stool, her dress rode up a little further, giving me a better look of her smooth tan thighs. She made no move to adjust it, just continued to brush her fingers through my hair, this time sweeping her thumb over the scar right beside my eyebrow. It was then that something dark and primal washed over me. Memories of how I’d gotten that scar came flooding back to me, and I wanted nothing more than to block them out the only way I knew how.
I pulled out my wallet and threw a few bills on the bar before standing up and tugging Mackenzie along with me.
“Where are we going? I didn’t get to finish my drink.” She pouted, barely able to keep a straight face, and I made a mental note never to play poker with her.
“Do you have anywhere else to be tonight?” I looked her dead in the eyes, begging her to say no, and her back straightened up a bit.
“Why do you ask?”
“Because once I get you upstairs, there’s no turning back. I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”
I watched the delicate flesh of her throat bob up and down as she swallowed hard, a hint of hesitation lurking in her eyes, but she slowly shook her head, giving me the answer I so desperately needed.
Next thing I knew, I was at the front desk slipping the concierge my credit card. He handed me back two key cards, and with a knowing look on his face, told us to enjoy the rest of our night. Oh I planned on enjoying every fucking minute of it.