Not Yet Yours

Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Liam

W e dance for ages in couples and as a foursome, and then I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I come back and look at the spot we were dancing in but now, it’s been taken over by middle-aged women dancing in a circle and I look around for my people. I spot Max dancing with my Uncle Henry and then I see Harriet dancing with another man, and I see red.

I storm toward the dance floor, my face full of thunder, ready to knock the man who dares to put his hands on my woman the fuck out. I know we’re not together really and I know Harriet is technically free to dance with whoever she wants to but knowing that and being ok with that are apparently two completely different things, because I won’t allow this.

I’m at the edge of the dance floor, ready to punch the dick head in the face, when he spins Harriet around and they come to land with him facing me instead of her and I see that the man I was about to deck is none other than Cullen. I feel the anger slowly rolling out of me and I take a deep breath to calm myself down.

I came within moments of smacking my own brother there and the idea that Harriet has gotten herself so firmly embedded under my skin that I would do that scares me a little bit. But it doesn’t change anything. She’s my girl, whether she knows it or not, and no random guy gets to put their hands on my girl. Not now, not ever.

I reach Cullen and Harriet and then Max rejoins us, and they are all smiles, so I think I got lucky, and no one noticed my little moment of freaking out for which I am thankful. We resume dancing and the rest of the party goes by without any more drama, thank goodness. At the end of the party, we thank Carmen for a great night and say our goodbyes to her and my Aunt Dorothy and then we walk back over the road to the hotel.

We stand waiting for the elevator. There are the four of us and an oldish man who was already there waiting. The elevator car is on its way down slowly judging by the red number on the readout above the doors. It’s on floor seven when Max suddenly dashes away.

“I can’t wait that long to pee,” she says, rushing toward the bathrooms.

We laugh and Cullen claps me on the shoulder and then kisses Harriet on the cheek.

“I’ll wait for her, you two go on up,” he says.

“Ok. Good night,” I say to him.

“Night,” he says.

“Good night,” Harriet says. “Tell Max we said good night too please.”

“I will,” Cullen says and then he wanders off to the bathroom area to wait for Max.

The elevator arrives and me, Harriet and the other man get in. Harriet ends up standing directly in front of me and I can’t help myself. I reach out and wrap my hands around her waist. For a moment, she stiffens slightly, and I worry that I ‘ve overstepped the mark, but then she relaxes and leans back against me, her hands on my arms. She feels so good in my arms, and I want her so badly. My cock seems to agree with me because it’s straining in my boxers. Harriet obviously feels it against her ass because she grinds herself onto me and it is all I can do not to moan out loud.

After what feels like a few long and torturous hours go by, the elevator arrives on the second floor and Harriet and I tumble out, leaving the man behind in the elevator car. The doors close and we look at each other and I can see now I’m not the only one affected by our closeness in the elevator. Harriet’s cheeks are flushed, and she’s looking at me through heavily lidded eyes, eyes that are full of lust for me.

I take her chin between my thumb and my pointer finger and hold her head in place while I lean down and kiss her. She kisses me back, her lips as eager on mine as mine are on hers. She reaches up and wraps her arms around me and I wrap my arms around her waist. I cup her ass with both hands and then I leave one hand on her ass and move the other to the thigh-high split in her dress. I push my hand inside of it, feeling the smooth skin of her thigh.

I tease her, tickling the inside of her thigh as we kiss. She takes the teasing for a few seconds and then she pulls her mouth away from mine and disentangles herself from my arms. Without another word, she takes my hand in hers and hurries along the hallway to our room door, dragging me with her. We reach the room and I fumble in my ass pocket for the key card.

“Hurry,” Harriet says in a low husky voice from beside me.

I get the key card out of my pocket and put it in the slot, but there is no click and no green light. I take it out and try again and still nothing. Harriet is making frustrated sounds beside me, and I suddenly have the overwhelming urge to laugh. Whoever heard of a guy getting cock blocked by a fucking door. It’s not really funny though – I want Harriet so bad right now, and my cock is rock hard, and the way it’s forcing my jeans outward, if anyone from any of these rooms comes out into the corridor for whatever reason, they will know I am rock hard.

I take the key card out of the door handle again and rub the strip on my shirt. I push it back in and I jiggle the key card around a bit until I hear the click of the door opening. I push it the rest of the way open and take the key card back. I’m reaching for the light switch when Harriet catches my arm and turns me to face her as the door slams behind her.

She comes forward and kisses me, pressing herself against me. She opens my jeans and pushes her hand inside my jeans and my boxers. She takes hold of my cock in her fist and begins to pump her hand up and down. With the other hand, she pushes her dress up around her hips and then pushes her panties down and kicks them off. The whole time her hand keeps working me and although it feels so good, I need her to stop soon, or I’m going to come far too early.

As though she can read my mind, or more likely, as though she can read my cock, she stops working me for a moment. She pushes my jeans and boxer shorts down and then she presses herself against me again. I lean down to kiss her, but she evades my mouth with hers and whispers in my ear instead.

“Fuck me, Liam,” she says. “Right here.”

As she says it, she lifts one of her legs up to my hip and I know exactly what she wants. I cup her ass cheeks and lift her so that her other leg comes over my other hip. They wrap around me, and her arms wrap around my shoulders. I lean in and kiss her neck and then I walk toward the nearest wall and lean Harriet roughly against it. She cries out as I slam her into the wall, but I don’t stop because I can see in her eyes, she doesn’t want me to spoil the moment.

I slam my cock into her pussy, and she moans again, and she says my name as I start to thrust in and out of her, my hips going faster and harder with each stroke. Harriet is writhing against me, her sharp nails digging into the skin on my shoulders through my T-shirt.

I lean closer to her, nibbling on her ear lobe, moving down to kiss her neck, and then I lick up it to her face, my mouth finds hers again, and we share a desperate kiss full of longing. I stop kissing her and concentrate on filling her up and making her come.

She is almost there when I lean in and nibble on her ear lobe again, but this time, I don’t stop there. I move my mouth from her ear lobe to the main part of her ear.

“Come for me,” I command into her ear.

“Oh God, Liam… Liam,” she screams as she comes, her pussy flooding me with a warm rush that brings my own orgasm on.

Pleasure moves through my body, and I feel as though it is mingling with hers. I love that we come together, and our orgasms still have us in their thrall as we cling to each other, enjoying the pleasure we bring to each other’s bodies.

Finally, my orgasm fades and I slip out of Harriet and then I gently set her down on her feet. I release her, but I stay close, ready to catch her if her knees go after the earth-shaking time we’ve just had, but she seems ok. After a second, I pull up my boxers and pants, move past her to switch the light on and turn around. There’s a suitcase on the bed and clothes strewn all over the floor and my first thought is we’ve been robbed as I button and zip my fly. But then I look closer, and I see that none of the clothes are mine, but that they are indeed men’s clothes. The realization hits me hard, and my jaw drops as Harriet and I look at each other.

“This isn’t our room,” we both blurt out together and then we’re laughing and heading for the door.

I flick the light back off and open the door and we both step out into the hallway.

“Oh, shit, wait,” Harriet says, and she ducks back into the room.

I wait for her, and she soon reappears, holding her panties up like a prize.

“I almost left them on the floor of that room,” she says, and we laugh again as I pull the door closed and Harriet and I head down to our room. We go inside and then I notice Harriet looks a bit worried.

“What’s up?” I say, hoping she isn’t going to go all weird on me again.

“I was just thinking, if our key card opened that other door, wouldn’t their key card potentially open our door?” she says.

“Technically yes,” I say. “But the key cards will only open locks they aren’t programmed for if you go in at just the right angle and with just the right amount of pressure. It’s something I learned from my hotels. It’s unlikely there’s a murderous hotelier on the loose, but if it makes you feel better, we can move the chest of drawers in front of the door to put your mind at rest.”

“No, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, I have a big strong man to protect me, don’t I?” Harriet says.

“Always,” I agree.

“And this man, what’s he like at unzipping dresses?” Harriet asks.

“He’s pretty good at it,” I say, and she turns her back to me. I gently pull the zipper down on her dress and she goes into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I go in behind her when she is done, and I do the same and then I come out of the bathroom. I’m unsure if I meant to be on my carpet bed after our chat about her not being ready for anything serious, or whether I am meant to be in the big bed and making love to Harriet and trying to get her to come around to wanting me by her side all the time.

“What? Do you need a handwritten invitation or something?” Harriet asks me.

“Well, now that you’ve mentioned it, yes, I would like that,” I say.

“Suit yourself,” Harriet grins. “The floor is right there if my verbal invitation isn’t enough for you.”

“Ah, see, I haven’t had an invitation, verbal or otherwise,” I tell her.

“Oh, I see. We’d best rectify that then,” she says. She grins again and gestures over her shoulder to the empty side of the bed. “Get in dummy.”

“Not the best way to word the invitation,” I say as I start around the bed.

“And yet it’s still better than sleeping on the floor though right,” she says.

“Right,” I agree.

We lay there beside each other in the bed, and I don’t know if it’s because I’ve had a few drinks or because the orgasm I just had was so intense that it drained me, but as much as I want to take hold of Harriet and fuck her senseless once more, my eyes keep closing and I find myself falling asleep before anything else can happen between us.