Mountain's Captive (2 page)

He chuckled in careless enjoyment against her lips as he broke off the kiss. His hand strayed to her neck to pull the thin dress strap from her shoulder. Tugging it down over one arm, he unveiled her lacy white bra.

Everest groaned in masculine contentment and lightly traced a line over the curves of her breasts. When she sighed in approval, he circled her nipples into hard peaks, leaving them behind lace as he continued lower. Staring mischievously into her aroused eyes, he inched his hand up her skirt. The material bunched around her hips and he growled in delight. His eyebrows rose slightly as he found the matching white panties.

“Mmm,” he licked his lips. He rubbed his fingers over the white lace covering her hot center. Chloe jolted in surprise. Chuckling, he nuzzled his face near the top of her breast. Tracing his tongue in a hot wave along the edge of her bra, he murmured hoarsely, “How about we take off our clothes?”

With an expert shift of his hips, his raised manhood was firmly placed against her inner thighs. Chloe moaned as he skillfully thrust himself along her in a slow, controlled stroke. Her hands found his masculine chest. Every inch of him was hard, unrelenting muscle. She fumbled to unbutton his shirt, moaning when she discovered his smooth, bronzed chest.

Giving up on the buttons, she was about to unzip his pants when the car lurched unexpectedly to a stop, startling them with a surprising jolt. Everest rolled off of her and landed on the floor with a thud, barely missing the glasses. Chloe sat up in astonishment, trying to cover herself.

“Are you all right?” she questioned when she had regained her wits.

Before he could answer, the limousine’s driver lowered the window between them. Completely aware of what he had interrupted, he said with a chuckle, “We’re here, ma’am.”

Chloe nodded, taking a deep breath. Glancing longingly at Everest’s protruding member pushing against his pants, she uttered, “Can you give us another minute?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I have another client to pick up later tonight. You only have about fifteen minutes here before I have to take you back to the hotel. They’re waiting for you inside.” The driver turned and stepped out of the car.

Quickly, Chloe covered herself. With a blush fanning her delicate features, she closed her eyes.

Everest growled as he crawled back up on the seat. Leaning to her, he stroked his thumb over the racing pulse at her slender neck. Reluctantly, he mumbled, “Well, I suppose we had best get business over with. Though, you’ll be coming back to the hotel with me, right?”

Chloe nodded. Swallowing hard, she said, “I have nowhere else to be.”

“Good,” Everest sighed in relief. Then, taking a deep breath and then another, he asserted, “I need a drink if I’m going to be forced to wait.”

He grabbed a bottle of hard liquor from the bar. Taking several gulps, he swallowed it to combat his raging desire. Then, handing the bottle to his companion’s outstretched hand, he watched as she followed suit.

T
he evening passed
in a drunken haze as they left the limousine. Hastily, and with barely concealed carnal appetites, they rushed through the chapel ceremony. As the driver finally pulled up in front of the hotel, Chloe drew her lips back far enough to urge, “Take me to your room.”

Everest complied with a throaty growl. He swept her up into his arms to carry her across the lobby. Ignoring the stunned faces of those they passed, he strode straight onto an empty elevator. Everest set her down only to claim her mouth with his.

“I haven’t made out this much since high school. If I don’t get you alone soon, I think I’m going to explode,” Everest whispered with savage intensity. He trailed kisses to her neck as he grabbed a handful of her breast. Chloe groaned. It was the only response her heated body could manage. He continued in a drunken frenzy, “Damn, woman, you’re driving me insane. I want to be deep inside of you so badly. I haven’t been this hot in a long time.”

As if to prove his point he ground his hardened erection into her softer belly. Everest fumbled unsuccessfully to unlatch her bra. Finally, the elevator door dinged and opened. Grabbing Chloe about the wrist, he pulled her down the hall. They ignored the gasps of dismay as they passed an elderly couple.

“That was a prostitute!” the woman shot to her husband. Then turning around to the disarrayed pair, she shouted, “You should be ashamed of yourself!”

“I would defend your honor,” Everest began, stopping as he reached his door. Pressing his keycard into the lock, he pushed it open before saying, “But it would take too long. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Chloe ignored the couple as Everest nearly flung her into the room before him. Not bothering with the lights, he narrowed his eyes to stare at her through the dimness.

“How about letting me see that sexy bra and panties again?” he asked with an insistent smile. He kicked the door shut behind him. Then, tossing his jacket from his body, he ripped open his linen shirt without bothering to unfasten it. Little white buttons scattered soundlessly to the plush carpet. His eyes found Chloe as she pulled her dress to her waist.

“Keep going,” he encouraged. Licking his lips, he dropped his shirt on the floor.

Chloe shivered with desire as his fingers found his belt. His tanned, muscled chest gleamed in perfect masculine form like that of an Olympian god. His broad shoulders flexed with power. She knew that if she was dreaming, she never wanted to wake up.

Pulling the dress over her head, she spread her stance slightly. Her heeled shoes pressed into the floor. His eyes roamed heavily over her slender form. He took in her trim stomach and the pleasing effect of the push-up bra.

“I want to fuck you,” he mumbled dirtily. He kicked off his shoes as his pants fell around his ankles. He then pulled off his cotton boxers to unveil his aroused manhood. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

Chloe looked with wide-eyed awe at his proud form. She had never felt so free in her life. Too drunk to think about what was coming over her, she uttered, “Where do you want me?”

“Everywhere,” he growled.

And in two steps he was next to her. Grabbing her breasts, he flicked her nipples out over the top edge of her bra so that he could take them in his mouth. Sucking hard against her flesh, he devoured her trembling skin.

Chloe ran her hands over his thick arms. She could feel the hard strength in him demanding her complete submission. Moaning loudly, she hollered, “Oh, God, yes!”

Noticing the nearby table, Everest knelt down before her. His hands glided over her hips to the thin sides of her panties. She caressed his hair as he slid the panties down her legs. Smiling at her trimly kept mound of hair, he could not help himself as he dipped his mouth forward to taste her.

Chloe jolted in pleasure as his tongue slipped between the lips of her slick opening. Groaning into her core, his mouth closed around her center nub to suck passionately at her sensitive femininity. Her hips bucked against him as she began to tremble. Her breasts ached as they arched forward. Beginning at her heeled shoes, his hands moved over her legs and hips.

“This,” he began with a grunt that held much promise, “I will have to finish later.”

Chloe moaned in protest as he stood. But soon her disappointment was forgotten as she looked into his commanding eyes. Eagerly, he whipped her around to face the table. He pushed her forward until she was standing before it.

“I’ve got to have you,” he shot passionately, smacking her backside lightly before running his hand over her creamy skin. Reaching in between her thighs, he encouraged her legs apart. Persistently, he commanded in a coarse whisper, “Bend over. Now!”

Chloe did as he ordered. Her hands flung to the side, digging into the wood of the table for support. Her loins pulsated with the burning need for fulfillment. She didn’t have to wait long. Everest grabbed onto her hip as he took himself in hand. Guiding his very ready manhood to her tight opening, he massaged himself into place, gliding easily in her natural hot fluids.

“Ah,” Chloe panted, breathless in anticipation.

“Argh!” Everest hollered as he thrust his hips boldly into her. His manhood slid effortlessly within her tightened hold.

Chloe trembled as she felt his large shaft embed itself boldly inside of her. The muscles of her body lurched and clung around him in a soft, velvety caress. There was no escaping the hands on her hips. Everest controlled her movements, compelling her to his whim as he pushed himself in as deep as his body would go. She was helpless against the pleasure of his onslaught. She gripped the edge of the table as he moved with aching precision.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he grunted as his hips found a fast, hard, thrusting rhythm. “That’s it. That’s what I want.”

Chloe’s breath came out in panted moans. Everest ground his hips in a furious tempo, mindless to everything but the driving need to end the torment she had put him through all evening. Her sexy body, her skin, her smell—all of it, combined with the invigorating day spent drinking stout liquor—was more than he could fight or control. He needed release. He needed to find release. He needed to get deeper—oh, yes, deeper…

“That’s it, baby!” He groaned as he slammed himself against her willing body. His buttock muscles tensed with each bold thrust.

Chloe screamed as the passion built inside of her. Her blood pounded into a fervent pitch until all she could do was feel the power of the dominating man behind her. Never had she been so controlled. Suddenly, she tensed. Her core exploded with a violent force of gratification. Everest gritted his teeth as he held her fast to his member. Her moist center violently trembled all around him, kneading him past the point of sanity. With a loud, claiming growl, he released himself heavily inside of her.

As the savage climax subsided, they were left with the pleasing tremors of its aftermath. Leaning his head against her back, Everest placed his hands on the table next to hers and sighed in contentment. His member still lodged inside of her, he looked down over her back shadowed in darkness. The bright city light coming from a crack in hotel curtains outlined the curve of her buttocks. Slowly, he watched himself withdraw. The scene was just erotic enough to begin stirring his heated blood once more. He smiled wickedly.

Chloe stood. Turning around to face him, she was met with his satisfied grin. His eyes dipped possessively over her frame—past her dislodged bra to her high heeled shoes.

“You don’t have to be anywhere tonight, do you?” he asked in a low tone.

Chloe let a catlike grin curl her features. She shook her head in denial.

“Good,” he stated, before asking with a promising smirk, “Can I get you a drink?”

Chloe nodded, wondering at his glinting eyes.

“You might need it, because this is going to be a long night.” Everest headed toward the suite’s mini-bar setup next to a long mirror.

Chloe watched his naked backside and licked her lips. Already her body was urging her to go to him again and the bar, with its numerous bottles just waiting to be poured over his skin, looked to be as good a place as any. With a dazed shake of her head and a lustful glint in her eye, she followed eagerly behind him.

A
slight groan
rumbled from Chloe’s parted lips. She felt the soft caress of satin against her restless legs as her mind struggled to wake up. Her whole body was deadened from the neck down. It was as if she had just completed a marathon and someone had forgotten to tell her to train for it. Considering the amount of alcohol she had consumed the night before, she was doing remarkably well. She had half expected not to wake up at all this morning.

She opened her eyes to see the gold leaf ceiling. Closing them, she grunted in disapproval. Only in Vegas would there be a ceiling that gaudy. She took a deep breath and again forced her eyes open. This time she ignored the golden cherubs staring down from above and turned her head to the pillow beside her. It was empty.

Chloe glanced around the room in surprise. Finding that it too was empty, she sat up slowly and edged her way to the side of the mammoth heart-shaped bed. Her head pounded in protest. She had a lot to drink the night before. In fact, that was all she could remember doing the night before. It took her a moment to realize that she not only had a hangover, but she was also naked.

“Oh, no,” Chloe groaned silently. “We didn’t. Not like this.”

She stood up and pulled the sheet around her aching body. She tried in vain to remember what Paul looked like and couldn’t do it. For an instant she got a flash of a delectably solid chest and chiseled abdominal muscles, but the image was too hazy and definitely too masculine in its fantasy-like qualities to be real.

The hotel suite was quite elaborate—too elaborate for Chloe’s tastes. She never found it advantageous to waste money on such luxuries. The suite had a living room, kitchen, partially stocked bar and full size bathroom. It had to be an expensive room, much more than she could justify spending. It could only mean that she was in Paul’s suite.

“Paul?” Chloe’s voice cracked and she cleared her throat. “Paul, are you there? Hello?”

No answer.

“Paul?” she tired louder.

Still she got no answer. Not that she had expected one. The room was too quiet.

Chloe took a deep breath and made her way to where her white dress was folded neatly on a table, along with her undergarments. She knew that she never would have folded her own clothing into such a neat stack. On top of the pile was a note.

“Thank you for an enjoyable evening. I had to leave early for a meeting. I believe the arrangements would have been taken care of beforehand. Feel free to take a shower and order room service.” Chloe read the note out loud and then turned it over. That was it, not even a signature.

“Wonderful.” Chloe laughed in amazement. “Just wonderful. Our first day of marriage and he’s already abandoned me.”

She decided to take the note’s advice to take a shower, but declined to order food. Chloe rarely drank and was afraid that after last night if she tried to eat her insides would come out of her throat.

Tossing the note on the table she dropped the sheet and walked naked to the bathroom. She couldn’t miss the irony that she wouldn’t be able to recognize her husband’s face if she was to try to pick him out of a crowd of two.