Page 6 of Hot n Bothered

Five Months Ago:

“ W hat on earth are you doing?” Darren asked loudly in her ear.

Isobelle let out a scream as she knocked the beer bottle over, sending the contents spilling everywhere.

“Dick!” She snapped at him, grabbing paper towels to clean up the mess. “Fucking making me jump like that. What are you doing?”

He just grinned and grabbed another bottle of beer. “I’m older and I asked first. So whatcha doin?”

“Filling this bottle with lemonade.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t feel like drinking and I also don’t feel like explaining to Joey why not. Remember at your birthday?”

“Oh yeah. He was being a bit of a dick about it. Do you want me to have a word?”

“You can’t fight all my battles for me, and anyway Ben suggested next time I fill an empty beer bottle with a soft drink so I don’t have to explain if I’m on a quiet stint.”

“A what now?”

“When I’m talked out. He calls it a quiet stint.”

He nodded. “Makes sense. So where is the birthday boy?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably upstairs with one or all of those bikini models that showed up.”

He raised his eyebrows at the acid in her voice. “You sound jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

Damn straight she was jealous. Up to them arriving and monopolising his attention, Ben had been talking to her most of the evening.

Then she’d been pretty much shoved to the side as they inserted themselves between her and Ben.

On top of that she also had to endure all the bitchy comments about her looks and her weight.

Reminding her exactly why Ben could never look at her in the way she wanted.

So yes, she was jealous she didn’t look like them, jealous she didn’t act normal like them and jealous that they would get to experience kissing him.

“Sounds like jealousy to me.”

“Sounds more like I’m sick of listening to insults.

” She snapped at him, throwing the paper towels in the bin and slamming the lid.

“I’m pissed off that this was supposed to be just us lot and now it’s not.

I’m pissed off that I feel I have to hide in here.

I’m pissed off that I can’t handle the idea of socialising with strangers. I…” She broke off with a sob.

“Ah fuck Iz, come here.”

He wrapped his arms around her and let her cry into his shoulder. She knew someone came in as she felt his arm move to wave them out, increasing her embarrassment.

“I’m sorry.” She sniffed after a while. “I should go.”

“Absolutely not. If anyone should go, they should.” He said fiercely. “You belong here not them.”

She shook her head. “I’m such a mess.”

Darren pulled back and wiped her cheeks. “Well, you do look a bit of a mess now but that’s it. Go and wash your face and crash out in the spare room. There are some pads and pens in there.”

“There are?”

“Yeah, Ben got them in for whenever it got too much for you and you need some quiet time. Just like I have at mine.” He squeezed her hand. “You’ll be ok. Just take some time to yourself. We’ll all be here, even if it takes all night.”

She had just finished washing her face and was leaving the bathroom when she stumbled into Ben.

“Belle? What’s wrong?” His eyes searched her face. “You’ve been crying. What’s happened? In here, come on.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his bedroom. Shutting and locking the door behind him. “Talk to me Belle, who upset you?”

“It’s nothing. Just me being me.” She tried to brush it off rather than admit the actual reason.

“I hope it wasn’t what those girls were saying. As soon as I heard I told them to get the fuck out.”

“Why did you do that? You didn’t need to do that.”

“Of course I did. No one should ever talk about you like that. I don’t even know who invited them.”

“You mean you didn’t?” She frowned up at him. When did he get so close? She swallowed, all he had to do was dip his head and those soft looking lips she’d been dreaming about would be on hers.

“Why would I?” His eyes dropped to her mouth. Her breath caught at the look on his face. “Not when all I wanted was to spend my birthday with you.”

“What?” Her voice was barely a croak. Surely she hadn’t heard him correctly? Or he was teasing her, that made more sense.

Except his hand delved into her hair, pulling her to him as he captured her lips with his.

Her eyes closed and she kissed him back, almost shyly at first, expecting him to pull back.

But he didn’t. He kissed her so softly, almost reverently, until her hands smoothed up his chest and tangled in his hair.

He gave a half groan, half growl and turned them, pressing her back against the door deepening it. His tongue duelled with hers as the kiss changed, became hungry, urgent. It was almost as if he too had been craving her as much as she had been craving him.

He tore his mouth from hers, trailing hot kisses across her skin and down her neck. Nipping and licking as he went. The hand on her back moved round and up under her top. She arched her back when he cupped her breast and pinched the nipple.

He claimed her mouth again, pressing her back into the door so she could feel how hard he was as he squeezed and played with her breast. Driving her to distraction with how much she wanted him, at the pleasure shooting through her at his touch.

She moaned into his mouth when he took his hand away.

She didn’t want this to end, so she gripped his hair tightly keeping his mouth on hers.

This was not soft, gentle or romantic. This was hard, hungry and demanding.

She’d wanted this for too long so she was not about to give it up just yet.

Neither was he, it seemed. Instead of pulling his hand away he moved it down.

He expertly undid her jeans with one hand before exploring further under her knickers.

She groaned as his fingers delved into her slit straight for her clit. They danced and played over it sending her higher and higher. He moved his mouth to her ear.

“You’re so wet.” He murmured as he nipped her lobe. “Is that for me Belle? Do you like it like this or do you want it faster?”

“Faster. Oh God Ben. Faster please.”

“As you wish. Don’t worry I won’t make you beg. Not you.” He panted, his breath hot on her ear.

His fingers moved faster and she could swear she could see stars.

Her hands in his hair pulled his mouth to hers.

He gave a breathy laugh before smothering her cries.

Not a moment too soon as her climax hit her, but it didn’t stop him.

If anything those amazing fingers moved even faster, sending her pleasure higher and further.

If he wasn’t pressing her back into the door she doubted she would even be able to stand after that. Ben changed the kiss, it became softer, gentle before he pulled back looking at her intently.

He looked a little too smug to see her gasping for breath, but before she could call him out for it he removed his hand and sucked his fingers into his mouth.

“Yummy.” He said huskily, making her breath catch. “Are you on birth control?”

She nodded, unable to speak at the look in his eyes. They were making such promises she would sell her soul to have. She lifted her arm to show the tiny scar of her implant.

“Thank fuck.” He growled pressing a kiss to it.

"I'm clean." She gasped out as he ran his tongue over the scar, not wanting anything to stop what was happening.

He paused lifting his head to look down at her. "I am as well. But I still have condoms if you want." He gave a small frown. "I think I do. No, I'm sure I do… I think."

She giggled at his adorable confused frown. "It's fine. I trust you."

The smile he gave was the widest she'd ever seen from him, his hands started moving again. Pulling her top up and off, flinging it to the side, chuckling how it had knocked her glasses askew. He gently took them off and placed them on the sideboard.

She helped him pull his t-shirt off, taking advantage of his head getting caught by pressing open-mouthed kisses to his chest and nipping at the base of his neck.

He made a noise halfway between a purr and a growl that set her blood on fire.

As soon as he was free he kissed her, turning them and walking them back to his bed.

His hands worked on the clasp to her bra as hers roved over his chest. She loved the hiss he gave when she scratched her nails over his nipples.

As soon as her bra was gone, his hands were there, squeezing and playing with her nipples.

Her head fell back as he moved his mouth there, sucking and kissing. Her hands were at his jeans, pulling and undoing the fastenings. Shoving them past his hips along with his boxers. She gripped his hard length, rubbing her thumb over the sensitive tip.

“Fuck Belle.” He groaned, pulling her hands from him. “Carry on like that and I won’t last.”

He pushed her back so she fell onto the bed. “Move up.” He growled, eyes roving over her as she did, the look in them making her shiver.

He pulled her shoes and socks off before turning his attention to the rest of her clothes.

Once he had her naked, he stripped the rest of his.

Holy fuck, but he was stunning. His tattoos accentuated his muscular frame and tapered waist. No wonder so many people watched his show.

He had a little soft fuzz on his chest with a black happy trail and oh that muscular v that was usually hidden was so fucking hot.

She was suddenly very self-conscious of just how fat she was, how unattractive she was, especially compared to him. But all cognitive thought went out the window when he climbed on the bed and pushing her thighs apart he buried his face between them.

She pressed her hand to her mouth to keep from crying out as he feasted on her. His tongue and lips moved over every part of her driving her wild. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue lashing it hard and fast as he thrust his fingers inside her. It didn’t take much for her to climax again.

She lay there trembling as he kissed his way up her body. Nibbling at her neck, he lifted her thigh and pressed inside her.

“Don’t think you’re done just yet.” He murmured.