Page 6 of Only for Tonight (Only For #1)

five

Jaxon

T he sound of the bells has me flicking my eyes open for a second before the sun hits me right in the face and my eyes close again.

The bells stop ringing as the bed beside me moves.

I feel the cover at my waist being pulled slowly across my lower half but not leaving me naked.

I move my hand over my head and drift off to sleep again, only to be awakened by the fucking bells again.

I hear her groan beside me as she moves in the bed again, this time the alarm shuts off and she mumbles something.

I open one eye, my head turning toward the window, the sky free of a single cloud.

The sun blares as if it’s aimed straight for the room, straight on the bed like it’s a spotlight in the middle of the night.

“I have to get up,” she says from beside me.

I turn my head on the pillow, my other eye opening to see her turned away from me on her stomach.

The space in the middle of the king-size bed could fit another person.

Her hair is across the pillow, her perfect back smooth as my eyes roam from the nape of her neck to her shoulder blades, and down to the curve of her ass, the top sheet covering the rest of her.

“I should get up,” she mumbles as she moves a little and the sheet falls off of her a bit, showing me the curve of her ass.

An ass that I’m very familiar with now, an ass that fits perfectly in both my hands.

“I’m getting up.” Her face is still turned away from me and I see her hands are tucked under her.

I try not to snort out with laughter at her having a full-blown conversation with herself.

“I need a shower and then I’ll feel human. ”

“I’m sorry,” I say, “are you having this conversation with me or yourself?”

She turns on her side, but with her naked back still to me as she looks over her shoulder at me. “It was a private conversation,” she says with a straight face, “and you interrupted it.”

“I apologize,” I tell her and she turns back around, “you can continue.”

“Thank you. Now I’m really up,” she announces. “I feel like it’s going to be one of those days.”

“Do you have time for coffee or…” I watch as she turns just her head toward me, the hair now covering half of her face, but I can see her blue eyes staring at me.

“Depends,” she replies, licking her lips as she looks at me from my face to my chest, then to my covered package, which is already up and hard for her.

“We ran out of condoms at four a.m.,” I remind her and she rolls her eyes and I can’t help the little laughter that comes out of me when she groans out in frustration.

“I should be rushing out of bed right now. But I’ll make time to have coffee with you.

” She turns over on her back, the sheet covering her from her waist down, as her arm goes across her chest, right on top of her tits.

Which I sadly wanted to see more of. “I have to jump into the shower.” She moves her hand down to the sheet, and I see the red marks I made on her while she was riding me.

It was the last condom we had and she said she wanted to be in charge.

I wasn’t going to argue with her. I also couldn’t argue with her, since she reached over me to the package on the side table, and put the condom on me before she sank down on it.

The memory makes my cock ache to get back inside her, and I think that maybe I could just order some condoms.

She tosses the covers off of her and then gets up, turning back to me, standing there completely naked and unashamed of her body.

Her body is fucking perfect from the top of her head to her eyes that look like she’s peering into my soul to her pouty lips that only got poutier with each kiss, and especially when she took my cock into her mouth.

To her neck all the way down to her hips that show my finger marks, along with the bite mark I made at her hip, right over the small heart tattoo she has there.

“Are you going to order food?” she asks me, and my eyes go straight to her pussy.

The triangle there is perfectly trimmed and my mouth waters.

“I meant for food. Like a burger or something.”

“We had burgers.” I sit up, pointing in front of me as she folds her hands over her chest.

“We barely touched them.” She looks over at the couch that faces the bed, the small table in front of it with the room service trays that held a burger for us to share, and also whipped cream and strawberries that ended with us in the shower.

“Okay, well, I don’t really think they have burgers”—I look over at the side clock on the table and see it’s just after 8:00 a.m.—“this early in the morning, but if they do, I’ll order it for you.”

“Thank you,” she replies, “and also get me some fries.”

“It might be hash browns.” I watch her ass swing side to side as she walks toward the bathroom.

“Can you stop bursting my bubble?” she throws over her shoulder. “Be a diva and demand things.”

I close my eyes and chuckle as she walks into the bathroom and closes the door behind her. Which is a bit weird since we’ve seen each other naked. I reach over to her side of the bed, grabbing the phone, and pressing the room service button.

“Good morning, Ms. Weber,” the woman greets me. “How can we help you this morning?”

“Hi,” I return, looking toward the bathroom when I hear the shower go on and then she shrieks.

“Oh, that’s fucking cold.” I smile and sit up on her side of the bed.

“By any chance do you guys have burgers available?”

“We don’t,” she answers, “but we do have the hangover breakfast sandwich, which is served on a house-made bagel, scrambled eggs, sausage patty, and your choice of cheese.”

“We’ll take one of those with American cheese,” I tell her, “and a plate of French fries.”

“We have hash browns,” she quickly says.

“Is there any way we can get fries?” I ask and shake my head.

“I will see with the kitchen,” she says as I order two poached eggs with a side of fruit, even a stack of pancakes, and a pot of coffee. “Should be up to you in about twenty minutes,” she states and I hang up.

I take a deep inhale as I sit on the bed and look around at the clothes scattered throughout the room.

I toss the covers off of me, walking toward the clothes and picking up my boxers.

Which I put on before I snatch up my pants and I’m about to put them on, but stop when the sound of my phone vibrating on the side table has me walking over to it.

Looking at the screen, I see a picture of my father on it, as the phone sits right next to the empty condom wrapper.

I pick up the phone and connect it, putting it to my ear before looking over my shoulder at the closed bathroom door. “Hey,” I answer.

“Not trying to be that kind of parent,” he starts off saying and I have to laugh.

“Considering I’m over thirty, I didn’t think you were.”

“Just wanted to make sure you were safe and to remind you we have lunch plans with the Stone family.” I close my eyes. “But I also really hope you didn’t do something stupid last night.”

I chuckle as I hear the water in the shower turn off. “I didn’t do anything stupid last night,” I assure him, but my head screams at me I did the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life , “and my flight is at two, so I’ll be skipping lunch.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later, then,” he says as I hear the door to the bathroom open.

“Yup,” I confirm and disconnect the phone before he hears Ariella’s voice.

“That felt good,” she declares, coming out wrapped in a robe, her hair wound up in a white towel. I put the phone back down on the side table as I take her in when she bends and picks up her dress from last night, going over to the suitcase on the luggage rack in the corner. “Did you order?”

“I did, and it pains me to be the bearer of bad news,” I deadpan as she looks over at me.

“Don’t do it.” She points at me. “Don’t be that…” She trails off when I hold up my hand.

“But they had no burger.” Her head falls back and she looks up at the ceiling but her eyes are closed. “However, they did have a hangover sandwich that sounds like it’s going to clog your arteries, so you should be covered.”

“Yes,” she hisses happily as she fists her hand and raises it to the sky. The crisis of the burger now a memory. “Fries?” She looks back at me, holding her dress to her chest.

“She said she had hash browns,” I reply and her arms hang in defeat, “but she said she’ll talk to the kitchen.”

“Well, you did your best,” she huffs, and I can’t help but laugh, “too bad it wasn’t good enough.”

“Wow.” I shake my head. “I’m going to go and drown myself in the shower now.”

“Godspeed,” she tells me, and I walk past her, not knowing if I should stop and kiss her or just go to the bathroom. She makes the decision for me by looking back at her suitcase and I walk to the bathroom.

I toss my pants on the counter before closing the door and my eyes catch sight of another empty condom wrapper in the garbage.

I’ve never once travelled with condoms in my wallet.

I mean, I did when I was in college, but I’m over thirty and not interested in random hookups.

Plus, I was with Tiffany, and it wasn’t like I was going to pick up someone on a road trip.

For some reason I can’t even explain, I grabbed a row of three condoms from my bedside table before I came here.

I don’t know what the reason was, but I guess my present self is happy with my past self.

I get into the shower and immediately dunk my head under the warm water, putting my hands on the tiled wall in front of me.

The shower is barely big enough for me, but somehow the two of us fit last night.

I mean, I was on my knees for a good portion of it, and then she quickly got down on her knees to return the favor.

My cock gets rock hard when I close my eyes and picture her taking me in her mouth.

I push off from the wall, turning the temperature all the way to the other side and let the ice-cold water beat down on me.

Enough for my cock to go to half-mast before stepping out and grabbing the last towel from the bottom of the counter, wrapping it around my waist as I hear the knock at the door.

I slip my boxers back on and then finally put on the pants I wore last night, but not doing the button.

I run the towel over my hair, taking some of the wetness from my hair before I open the door at the same time I hear Ariella.

“I don’t know what you said to them but…

” I look from the bathroom to her sitting on the couch with two trays on the table.

One of the silver domes off and her hand holding up a French fry. “Look at what got delivered.”

“I was like, you better get me fries or else.” I chuckle as I walk toward the couch.

She grabs the little jar of ketchup, opening it as she picks up another dome and sees my poached eggs. “Eww,” she gasps, “these are for you, since you’re in training.” She holds up her hands, doing the air quotes again for training.

“I eat healthy.”

“I can see that.” She switches the plates around before uncovering her own and smiling at me. “See”—she picks up the sandwich—“divine.” She takes a bite, chews as she makes herself a cup of coffee, and I sit next to her.

“We should probably discuss last night.” I start the conversation even though I have no idea what more to say.

“Oh God,” she says, taking another bite, “the dreaded morning-after conversation.”

I make my own cup of coffee before looking at her. “It’s not a dreaded morning-after conversation.”

“Really?” She grabs a French fry and dips it in ketchup. “What are we going to call it?”

“Last night,” I start talking and get little bits of flashbacks of my mouth on hers as I carried her into the room, closing the door and pinning her against it, “was?—”

“Gosh, can we just fast-forward, and you say what you want to say?”

I look down at the poached eggs, trying to find the words to not sound like an asshole and at the same time not wanting her to hate me.

“I’m really not looking for a relationship.

” She takes a bite of her sandwich and I see she’s avoiding looking at me.

“As much fun as last night was”—she’s about to say something, so I hold up my hand to stop her—“and it was a lot of fucking fun. Best fun I’ve ever had. ”

“Aww.” She tilts her head to the side. “You’re lying, but that’s sweet of you.”

“I am not lying,” I assure her, “but it’s just, I…”

“Listen,” she starts, taking a sip of her coffee and reaching out to put her hand on my knee, “I live in New York, and you live not in New York.” I nod at her.

“And, well, last night was a lot of fun and perhaps we went a little further than we should have. But it was one night and…” She takes her hand off of me.

“We’re two grown adults, who enjoyed each other’s company.

” I nod at her. “And, if it’s not too much to ask, I would really, really like to keep it between us. ”

I don’t know why this bothers me, her telling me she wants to keep it a secret, especially since that was what I was going to ask her.

This conversation is literally going the way I wanted it to go, yet it pisses me off at the same time.

She’s not even fighting it. “Deal,” I agree, the burning in the pit of my stomach seeping through me and up to my chest. “Our secret.” I hold out my hand.

“Oh, we’re shaking on this.” She wipes her hands on her robe, before holding out her hand.

Then taking it back before I can shake it.

“It would be better if we did a pinky promise.” She holds out her folded hand with her pinky showing.

“Our secret.” Her eyes stare into mine as I try not to laugh out loud and fold my pinky with hers.

“Our secret,” I repeat the words, our pinkies still intertwined and moving up and down like a handshake.

“Between us.” She nods her head and I can see a flicker in her eye, but before I can ask her about it, she drops my hand and turns back to her sandwich.

I grab one of the black, rolled linen napkins that holds a set of cutlery, trying not to wonder what would happen if we lived in each other’s city, instead of across the country.