34. Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Two

Devon

I’ve been to Myrtle Beach before but not as an adult. The last time I was here, I was sixteen. Dad flew Dane and me here for a surprise birthday present. We hardly got to do things as a family because he was always working, but he made sure to make this special since turning sixteen is a big deal. We spent almost all of our time outside, walking along the beach, walking down the pier, eating food, and going to the shops. It was a great time. Something I’ve never forgotten.

Being here as an adult—one who is able to drink—is going to be a very different experience, I’m sure. Especially since I’m here with Tate.

The airport isn’t far from our hotel, and the ride takes maybe fifteen minutes. Though it’s only middle of May, it’s already hot. The driver stops in front of the hotel, and after helping me out of the car, Tate grabs our bags from the trunk. We make our way inside the lobby and straight to the front desk, which doesn’t have a line. The lobby is clean, with a small cafe and a cozy sitting area beside it. The decor is all white and tan, and pictures of the ocean hang on the walls.

Tate hands the woman behind the desk a paper. She looks it over and puts on the fakest smile I’ve ever seen.

“Mr. Winters, we’re so glad to have you here. If you’ll just give me a moment, the manager mentioned wanting to speak with you if you showed up.”

“Sure thing,” he says, leaning against the countertop.

I raise a brow at him when the woman walks away. All he does is wink at me. I have no idea what that’s all about, but I don’t hate it. I like being attached to someone who has power. It makes me feel powerful too.

A few moments pass before the woman returns with a man at her side. He’s likely in his forties, not bad looking, with dark hair, eyes, and skin. He’s dressed similarly to Tate, which must have them both sweating. I can’t imagine wearing pants and a long sleeve shirt in this weather. I glance down at myself, suppressing a laugh. We probably look ridiculous together. Tate is dressed in business clothes while I’m in shorts and a halter top.

“Mr. Winters,” the man says as he rounds the desk, offering his hand. “Lyle Rue. I am so glad to have you here tonight. I’m glad Marcus was able to get the message to you.”

“He certainly did,” Tate says in his business voice, shaking the man’s hand.

I don’t hate his tone… it’s kind of sexy.

“If there is anything we can get you while you’re here, please don’t hesitate to ask. If you’d like a tour, we could set that up for the morning?”

Tate glances at me, smirking .

“Perhaps the afternoon.”

My cheeks heat as the man chuckles. “Of course, sir. I’ll be around all day tomorrow, so whenever you’re ready, just call down. Louise here will finish getting you checked in.”

“Thank you, Mr. Rue.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mr. Winters. Enjoy your stay.”

The man smiles at me and says something quietly to Louise before heading to the back. Louise gets busy on her computer, doing whatever she needs to do. I nudge Tate with my elbow.

“Mr. Big Shot, huh?” I say quietly.

The corner of his lips twitch with a smile.

“Here are your room keys, Mr. Winters. You’ll be in the suite on the top floor. Beautiful view, especially on a day like today when it’s clear skies. As Mr. Rue said, if there is anything you need, please call. I’ll be here until eleven tonight, and I’ll be sure to let the person coming on shift know you’re here.”

“I appreciate that, Louise. You have a great night.” He takes the key cards and our bags.

“You too, Mr. Winters.”

We make our way to the elevator, and Tate presses the button for the top floor—thirty-five. Words flash across the screen above the numbers.

TAP KEY CARD FOR ENTRY.

Tate taps the key card against the reader and the elevator moves up.

“I never understood why some of these places skip the thirteenth floor. Don’t they realize that numbering the floor fourteen doesn’t make it the fourteenth floor? It’s still the thirteenth. ”

Tate chuckles, causing me to smile.

“What?” I say, looking over at him.

“Just expected you to make a smart remark about the way I was treated down there.”

“Do you forget who my father is? I’m used to it.”

He nods. “That is a good point.”

“Let me guess… all your other girls would get all goo-goo eyed over it?”

His response is to smile, but he says nothing. I know I’m right. I’ve seen it happen with my brother a million times. More than half the girls he hooks up with or goes on dates with only want him because of who he is. Not only because we have money, but because he’s in the fashion industry and all the girls want a chance at their shot on the runway.

Thankfully my brother doesn’t fall for their crap and never takes any of them seriously. And he certainly doesn’t risk his job for them. He fucks them and leaves them. No, it isn’t nice of him, but at least he isn’t destroying the family business.

“Though, you did forget to mention this was a work trip,” I add.

“Only came because it was alone time with you.”

“Really?” I ask.

“Yeah, I have no interest in buying this place.”

“Buying it?” I blurt. “That’s what all that was about?”

He nods. “Yep.”

The elevator doors open up to a spacious foyer that leads to a kitchen and then a living room. There’s a staircase that leads up to a loft area to the left. The floor to ceiling windows go from this floor to the next .

“Oh my god…” Without thinking, I hurry up the stairs.

The view is gorgeous, and if you look straight out, you almost can’t see the beach beneath and it looks like you’re surrounded by water.

Arms come around my waist, and Tate rests his head against mine.

“Another bubble,” I say.

“Another bubble,” he confirms, hugging me tighter.

After checking out the rest of the suite, which is stunning, we go to the bedroom to change into our swimsuits so we can walk along the beach. The bedroom is off the loft, with a king-sized bed, bathroom with a hot tub, and, of course, an amazing view of the ocean.

“Let me help you with this,” Tate whispers, his hands covering mine as I lift my shirt.

I smile as he pulls it off, tossing it away. His body is behind mine, his bare chest warm against my back. He slides his hands up my stomach, resting over my breasts and brushing his thumbs over my nipples.

“I love these,” he says, kissing my shoulder.

I rest my head back and his mouth finds my neck.

“I thought we were going to the beach,” I say, my words breathy.

“We will. ”

He hooks his fingers into my leggings and shoves them down, kneeling as he goes.

He kisses my hip, then my ass cheek.

“One day I’m going to take this,” he says, gripping my butt and squeezing.

I look at him over my shoulder and smile. He nips at my skin, causing me to giggle. With his hands on my hips, he spins me so his face is at my belly button. I still have my thong on, so I’m not bare to him, but it sure feels like it.

Tate stares up at me, lips parted. There’s something in his eyes right this very moment that has my heart fluttering. I run my hand through his hair, wanting to say a million things, but feeling like no words will get across what I want to express to him. He’s so gorgeous, and something about him being on his knees for me… I feel like it says a lot.

“Ride my face.”

I huff out a laugh. “What?”

He grins. “Ride. My. Face.”

He lies down on his back, tugging on my panties. “Get this off and sit on my face. Right now, Devon.”

My god, he’s sexy.

I get out of my panties and toss them away, then get on my knees over his face. I move slowly, unsure of where exactly I should be, but he grips my thighs and tugs me to him before I can figure out where to go. His mouth is on me, and I pray to anyone listening that I last longer than I did the last time. With his hands on my ass, he urges me back and forth, making me ride his face. It’s awkward at first, because I feel like I’m going to suffocate him. But when he moans, every care of him dying is out the window. He’s enjoying himself. This gives me confidence, and I control my movements, making him lick exactly where I want him to. And when I get too close, I pull away to give myself a second to breathe.

“Are you trying to tease me or yourself?” he growls from beneath me, forcing me into a position where he can suck on my clit. My nails dig into his arms.

“N-neither,” I say.

“Then let me make you come already.”

I smile to myself as he forces my hips forward, knowing where he needs to be to send me over the edge. I convulse above him, my moans loud.

Tate slides out from beneath me and gets to his feet. The outline of his hard cock is thick through his pants. He undoes the button, then the zipper.

“Can I… you know?” I ask.

Tate shakes his head. “Not right now.” He takes his pants off, kicking them away, then gets to his knees, grasping my chin between his finger and thumb. “Right now, I want to fuck you hard and fast. If you want to suck my cock later, you can.”

“Okay,” I breathe out.

“Get on your hands and knees, Devon.” The tone in which he says that is dark, gravelly. I get goosebumps everywhere. I do as he says, feeling my cum dripping down my thighs.

Tate drags the head of his cock over my hole and my clit. “Fuck, this pussy is so wet for me.” Another swipe over my clit and he’s back at my hole, pushing inside.

I’ve heard this position can be painful because he can go deeper, so I brace myself, but Tate eases his way inside me until his hips are against me. He pulls out, and snaps his hips forward—I cry out, because damn, that kind of hurt.

“You okay, baby?” he asks gently, running his hand up my spine.

“Yes,” I say, panting.

“If it’s too much, you need to tell me.”

“It’s not. It hurt, but it’s not too much.” I turn my head to look at him. “Keep going.”

He leans forward, kissing me. “You’re so fucking perfect, Devon.”

I smile into the mattress as I get comfortable, gripping the sheets.

Tate fucks me hard and fast, just like he said he wanted to. I love every second of it. Every sound he makes, every brush of his fingers. When he comes, I feel each pulse of his cock and I swear he reached my stomach because I feel him in places I didn’t the last two times we did this.

We clean up and finally get our bathing suits on. I grab my sunglasses and work on getting my hair into a loose braid as we make our way to the elevator.

Freshly fucked and off to the beach we go.