Chapter 24

Chapter Twenty-Four

I wait, not so patiently, as Bentley finishes the last bite of the croissant she’s eating. I’ve picked at a few strawberries, but food is not what I’m hungry for. The only thing I want in my mouth is her . As soon as the last bit of pastry is swallowed, it’s my turn.

“I need you on your hands and knees,” I tell her.

“Huh?” She peers up at me through her lashes.

“I didn’t stutter, Bentley. I want you on your hands and knees, facing away from me.” I turn my body, kneeling in front of her.

“You can’t be serious,” she says with her eyes wide. “Here?” She scans the empty park.

I wouldn’t bring her here to do this if I thought there was a chance that anyone else would get a glimpse of her in any form of compromising position. “I’m deadly serious, baby girl. Hands and knees. Now,” I repeat between clenched teeth.

Bentley looks around again before she follows my instruction, positioning herself with her palms flat on the blanket and her ass directed at me, while looking back at me over her shoulder with hooded eyes. She gets off by being ordered around like this. And I get off on how much she responds to my demands. Honestly, anything she does is a complete turn-on.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I tug her skirt up, bunching it around her waist and revealing the round, smooth globes of her ass. She’s wearing a red lace G-string. My fingers slip beneath the thin strap of fabric, pulling it aside. Bentley’s pussy glistens with her wetness. “You’re fucking drenched,” I say, running a single digit right up the middle of her slit.

Bentley moans, and her body pushes against me, seeking more friction.

“Do you need something, baby girl?” I ask her.

“You know I do,” she says. Her head hangs low, her hair falling around her cheeks and blocking my view.

Reaching up, I scoop up her hair from her left shoulder and hang it over her right. I like being able to see her face. “What is it that you need?” I ask her, as I lean down and gently blow on her exposed cunt.

“Oh god, I need you,” she groans.

“You have me. All of me,” I say right before I drag my tongue through her slit. I close my eyes, savouring the moment the taste of her hits my tongue. I fucking love it. My fingers part her cheeks, opening her pussy right up for me. My tongue dives in, circling around inside her wet, warm hole. My fingers dig into her flesh as I feast.

“Oh fuck,” she yells out. My thumb finds her asshole, pressing inside just a little as I move my tongue to lavish her clit with the attention it’s seeking. Flattening out my tongue, I lick, suck, nibble, and repeat on her hardened bud. “Shit, fuck. Oh my god!” Bentley’s words merge into an incomprehensible mixture of moans as her body succumbs to the orgasm my mouth is giving her.

When she falls forward onto her elbows, I stare in awe. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this girl. “Don’t move. I have something for you,” I tell her. Leaning over, I reach into the picnic basket and pull out the bottle of lube, followed by the little silk bag that holds the gift I have for her. I squirt the lube onto her asshole, using my finger to rub it around the rim before dripping it inside.

Bentley looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide. “No,” she says, her voice firmer than I’ve ever heard it before.

“It’s not what you think. Yet. You’re not ready for that, baby girl,” I tell her, continuing to finger her ass.

“Mmhmm,” she says, dropping her head back down.

Removing my finger, I pull the small butt plug out of the bag, coating it in lube before freeing my cock. Then I start pushing the plug against her hole. “It’s a butt plug. It’s small. Trust me, you’ll love it,” I tell her when her body stiffens. “You need to relax though.”

Bentley takes a deep breath and glances at me again.

“You trust me, don’t you?” I ask her.

“Yes.”

“Then trust me when I tell you that you’re going to enjoy this. Let me make you feel good.”

“I do,” she says, and I smile.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to prove myself to anyone as much as I do with Bentley. She is everything.

I push the plug past the point of resistance. And Bentley stills. Lining my cock up with the entrance to her pussy, I press the tip inside. “This is going to be fucking tight, baby girl. You’re going to feel so full, so fucking good,” I tell her, slowly driving my shaft into her. It’s so tight, and for a moment, I think I might not actually fit, gently pulling out and pushing back in a few times before I finally bottom out. “Fuck me,” I groan. “So good.” I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her in place. “How does it feel?” I ask her.

“Different. Good,” she says, wiggling her ass a little.

“Fuck yes, it is.” I pull out slowly and push back in.

“Oh god. I need you to fuck me, Nathan.” Bentley grinds against me. She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I draw back before thrusting forward again, harder. My pace slowly increases. The feel of her cunt squeezing my cock, the plug in her ass—it’s too fucking much, and before long, I feel my balls tighten and that telltale tingle run up my spine.

“I’m going to come. I need you to fucking come with me, Bentley.” I reach my hand around to her clit and pinch.

“Ahhhh.” Her muscles shake, her legs give out, and my body falls over hers as my cock empties itself inside her.

Pulling out, I collapse beside her. “Now that’s a breakfast date worth repeating,” I huff out between shallow breaths.

“Mmm, if that’s how I’ll get breakfast every time I don’t sleep at your place, maybe I should go home more often.” She laughs.

“Don’t joke about that, Bentley. It’s not funny. I couldn’t sleep at all last night. I need you more than you’ll ever know.”

“I didn’t sleep either,” she says, then she turns to me and asks, “Doesn’t it scare you?” Her voice is barely above a whisper.

“Does what scare me?”

“This. Us. How quickly things are happening.”

My hand, which was rubbing up and down her arm, stills. “No, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you, Bentley, and that is a fact that won’t ever change,” I tell her. “Does it scare you?”

“Sometimes. I’m scared that I’m going to lose myself. I’m scared that I’ll lose you.”

“I promise I won’t ever let either of those things happen. I’m extremely fond of you, so you’re never going to get lost. And me, well, I’m yours, always.”

“You might change your mind.”

“Nothing could change my mind,” I admit.

“My mum wants you to come over for dinner on Saturday,” she blurts out.

I blink. I’ve never met anyone’s parents. I don’t exactly have the best track record with my own either. So I’m not really sure how to win over someone else’s. For Bentley, though, I’ll do my damn best to make sure her mother likes me. “Okay. We will go for dinner.”

“You don’t have to. I can tell her no,” she says.

“I want to. Besides, she’s going to be my mother-in-law one day. I should probably meet her first.” I smirk.

“Anyone ever tell you how sure of yourself you are?” she says.

“Only you.” I sit upright. “Come on, as much as I’d love to sit here all day, we do actually have to go to work.”

I look up when there’s a knock at the door. “Are you planning on working through the night?” Bentley asks before entering my office with her bag on her shoulder.

My eyes flick up to the clock. “Sorry, I lost track of the time.”

“I can see that. What are you working on? Maybe I can help,” she urges.

I haven’t told her that I’m looking into her father’s case, his death. When we made it into the office this morning, all of the files I’d requested were on my desk. I now have various documents covering the coffee table too. “Ah. I…” I don’t know how to tell her.

“What?” she asks, sitting down next to me on the sofa.

“It’s your father’s case.”

Bentley stiffens and her eyes jump to mine. “How…? Why?”

“Luke Gallah called me yesterday. He believes Kemp had your father murdered.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to bring you a bunch of speculation. I wanted proof first.” I twist my body around to face her. “Bentley, it’s just rumours. I haven’t found anything so far that points to a potential hit.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

“Okay?”

“Well, if there is a slight chance that what Mr Gallah says is true, there must be evidence of that somewhere. I’ll help you. If we don’t find anything, well, then, it’s just a bunch of rumours amongst rich old men who have nothing better to do with their time than gossip.”

“You are a remarkable woman, Bentley Johnson. Almost perfect. In fact, there’s only one little thing that I would change about you…”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” she questions.

“Your last name.” I smile wide at her shocked expression. “I’d replace it with mine.”