Mrs. Robin's Sons by Kori Roberts (free children's online books .TXT) 📗

head. Who the fuck was he kidding, anyway? He never really stood a chance with a woman like Rylee anyway. He should just be happy that she even bothered to kill a couple hours of her time with him to begin with.

“Hey, is your name Nick?” He turned at the sound of the bartender’s voice.

“What?”

“You…are you Nick?” he said again. At Nick’s nod, he pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket.

“I almost forgot. Rylee left this for you.” Nick reached across the bar and grabbed the paper. The message inside was short and simple: Room , minutes.

“Oh, hell yeah!” His face split into a huge grin. “Happy Birthday to me!”

Chapter Five

He’s not coming. Rylee paced around the room and cast glances at the clock on the wall. She’d left Nick in the restaurant downstairs almost a half hour ago, and she hadn’t heard from him since then.

She threw herself on the couch. This was such a stupid ass idea. What in the hell was she thinking to try and pick up some guy in the hotel where she worked? She was the hotel manager, for God’s sake! She knew better than to mix business with pleasure; knew hotel guests were off limits. In fact, she talked to the staff about that exact thing all the time. And look at her, practically handing out pussy at the bar — and to a kid of all people!

Rylee groaned and rolled onto her stomach, her eyes tightly closed, her face buried in the cushions. She let the silence of the empty room soothe her as she wondered for the thousandth time how a supposedly intelligent woman could be so successful in her professional life, but completely incompetent when it came to her personal relationships.

She was embarrassed to admit that ending her engagement with Ethan a month ago was probably the smartest decision she’d made in her personal life in nearly a decade. And now that she was single once again, Rylee knew that she needed to spend some time focusing on herself and figuring out exactly what she wanted in her life, instead of considering a relationship with someone else so soon. Especially someone like Nick.

Hell, she barely understood men her own age, the last thing she needed was to start something with a man nearly half her age. No matter how good he looked, or how much he turned her on, or how wet she got at just the thought of him.

It was just that Nick had seemed so different, so sincere, so… “Jesus,” she muttered out loud, feeling completely disgusted with herself. “I am so pathetic.”

She needed to have her fucking head examined, carrying on about some guy, who was probably sitting back right now, laughing with his equally as fine brother, about how he had this older woman thinking that he was actually interested in her.

It was said there was no fool like an old fool, and she was certainly proving that theory correct. Apparently, when it came to sex, men weren’t the only ones who allowed their genitals to dictate their common sense.

Rylee jumped off the couch. She needed to get out of here. Go for a walk. Take a drive.

Buy new batteries for her vibrator. Anything to help distract her from the overwhelming embarrassment, disappointment, and need she felt at the moment.

She grabbed her purse, snatched the door open…and came face-to-face with the person she was trying to forget.

*

Nick’s hand froze in midair when the door he was about to knock on suddenly swung open. Rylee stood there, her expression a mixture of surprise, irritation, and excitement.

She’d changed her clothes and now wore a pair of jeans that molded to her long, toned legs, and a fitted T-shirt that showed just a peek of her smooth, flat belly.

They stared at each other for what felt like forever. “You’re late,” she finally said. “I’m sorry,” he started. “I didn’t know —”

“Shut up,” she interrupted, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him into her room.

The door had barely closed before she was all over him, her mouth finding his, her tongue teasing, probing, seeking entry; her taste hot and sweet exploding on his tongue.

He groaned deeply, leaning against the door for support. One hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly against him; the other held onto that glorious red hair, tilting her head just enough to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth, tangled with hers, took the kiss from wanting and needy to urgent and demanding in the span of a heartbeat.

Rylee made sweet whimpering sounds that sent chills through him. “Fuck. Rylee…” He shuddered. His hands moved down her spine and slid into the back of her jeans to cup that fine ass. He kneaded the rounded globes before he lifted her off the floor to grind his thick, hard shaft against her pussy.

“Nick!” Rylee cried out, “God…please.” Her long legs locked around his waist, and she gyrated against him.

Nick’s mind tried to convince him to take this slow, to savor the moment. But his body wasn’t having any of it. His cock was heavy and aching, ready to explode at any second with need. Rylee’s soft, warm body wrapped around him like a blanket; her full, luscious lips kissed a path up his neck. Her teeth nibbled along his jaw until she reached his ear, and her tongue darted inside before she sucked the lobe into her mouth.

“Goddamn, baby,” he moaned, searching for her lips and kissing her deeply. “Feels so fucking good. Want you so bad…” One hand continued to hold her against him, and the other slid under her shirt.

“Oh, Christ…” She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the feel of her bare flesh in his hand was nearly enough to make him come. Her breasts were firm and full; not overly big, but a nice handful. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth.