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Betty Ingrid
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"THIS IS GOOD THOUGH, right? This was part of the reason you wanted us to come here in the first place." Betty had to raise her voice some to be heard over the helicopter flying alarmingly low above their heads. It didn't take a genius to know that it was someone, or several someones, trying to get their picture for the latest gossip news network. Zach had discussed it all with her when he'd come up with the plan to head to his cabin in the first place. With all of the teary-eyed interviews Lucille was giving, people weren't taking things with him and Betty serious enough. He wanted to take a romantic trip to clue people in to how serious he was getting about her and maybe dampen Lucille's sway a little bit. So essentially, it was all a big show the two of them were putting on for the benefit of the people he was trying to get off his back: mainly, his family. It was working, too. They were here. Except that instead of being pleased he looked annoyed. More than annoyed, he looked pissed off. The only thing she could figure was that it was likely an inborn reaction to the presence of these intruders he had probably been putting up with for the entirety of his life. A small voice in the back of her head kept insisting that his reaction was due to something else, that maybe he hadn't wanted their time together interrupted after all, but she pushed it savagely aside. It was only stupid female emotion, hormones, or something like that making her think that way. At the end of the day, this was still a job, and she had made a promise to put on an excellent performance. She intended to do so, too. She intended for Zach to get his money's worth. She put her mug down softly on the table and stood, allowing her blanket to slip from her shoulders and fall to the ground. It was only a small number of movements to get her from her position of standing in front of him to straddling him where he sat in his chair.
"Hey, what are you doing?" His hands flew up so violently he almost dropped his glass of wine, but she managed to catch it in time. It was like her reflexes were on overdrive.
“What are you doing?” he asked her, sounding a little out of breath.
“What you asked me to do. I’m putting on a show.”
She waited only for a moment, but it was long enough for her to see the genuine surprise in Zach's eyes. There was always that promise between the two of them that she would live up to her end of the bargain, but somehow she had still managed to catch him off guard. It was unexpected, but it infused her with an awesome feeling of power over him, and when she bent her head and kissed him it was with confidence, unlike anything she'd ever been capable of before. She didn't worry at all that she might be too heavy to sit in his lap or that he might decide there was just a little too much of her and come up with some kind of excuse to make her move. There would have been no need for those fears, either, because getting rid of her looked to be the furthest thing from his mind. When her lips met his, her tongue sliding effortlessly into his mouth, all of the uncertainty left his touch. His hand moved up to her waist, gripping her tightly and pulling her closer towards him. He rocked her hips over his own, simulating the act from weeks ago that she hadn't been able to get out of her mind. She felt him go hard beneath her and her body flooded with the feeling of absolute control.
“Come on, Zach,” she murmured into his ear before nibbling tantalizingly on one earlobe, “they want a show, right?”
“Yes,” he groaned, “yes, that’s what they want.”
“So let’s give them one they won’t ever forget.”
He half laughed, half growled, his hand moving to her hips while she took control. Her hair tumbled down around the both of them and created something like a curtain to shield them from all outside intruders. Her entire body seemed to be infused with his scent, something resembling cedar that made her heart jump. Somewhere above her the noise of the chopper's propellers was still going strong, but it didn't seem to matter. It didn't bother her one bit. Let them take their pictures. That was why she was there. That was why they were all there. She kissed him and kissed him again, and after a little while, she felt like there was meaning to it. His taste filled her mouth completely as his hands roamed the secret territory of her body. It was a feeling to get lost in, and when he pulled away from her, just slightly, it felt like a loss.
“Betty, I–”
“They’re gone. That...that was fast.”
And it was true. Almost as quickly as it had come, the helicopter had gone. Apparently, they had put on such a good show that whomever was up there in the sky had already gotten what they had come for. She looked down into Zach's face and saw something in his eyes that looked a lot like real desire, whether there was somebody taking their picture or not. Seeing that terrified her. She got up from his lap so quickly she almost lost her balance and fell over. He reached out to help steady her, but she pulled away from him in a hurry. She was pretty sure she was making a fool of herself, but she couldn't help it. She hurried to her room, the separate room she had insisted on having if the two of them were going to have a weekend away, and shut the door. She sat on the edge of the bed and put her head in her hands. It was unbelievable, how things could go from so delicious to terrible in such a short amount of time. The problem was she had gone and caught a case of feelings. She didn't know how she could have allowed something like that to happen, how she could’ve been so reckless. That combined with the probable baby growing inside of her and she had made a complete mess of her life in a matter of weeks. And here she was, stuck with Zach in a freaking cabin with no way to get away and protect her heart.
“Betty? Hey, can you let me?”
“Um, no? I don’t want to. I’ve made a fool out of myself.”
“I promise you, you haven’t. I’m concerned, though. I would really appreciate it if you would let me in.”
Betty sighed. She would have loved to ignore him, only the concern she heard in his voice sounded real. That, along with the fact that it was his cabin to begin with, compelled her to do as he asked. She took a quick look in the mirror to survey the damage and cringed. Her face was badly flushed, and there was no way she would be able to hide her embarrassment. She opened the door nervously and moved aside to allow him room to enter. She moved back to the bed and sat on the edge, her hands folded primly in her lap. He sat beside her, so closely that she could feel his heat seeping into her skin.
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”
“Would it be okay if I said no?” she asked timidly.
"Sure it would. I'm not going to force you into anything, and that includes talking to me."
“I just got flustered, okay? I don’t know.”
“That’s alright. Would it help any if I told you that you had me feeling pretty flustered, too?”
“Maybe. I might not believe you,” she said with a smile.
“You can either believe me or not. Doesn’t matter. It doesn’t make it any less true.”
"Interesting. Does it make you nervous when I do this?" she asked coyly. She slid from her position on the bed and down to the floor. Never breaking eye contact with him, she positioned herself between his legs, placed her hands on his knees, and spread his legs further apart.
"A little," he answered thickly. She could hear his breathing, and imagined that she could even hear the sound of his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. She was sure her own heart was beating just as loudly, but she didn't care. As long as she had something to distract herself from the swirling thoughts in her head she didn't care one bit. Her hands snaked up to the button of his slacks and pulled. She thought he might tell her to stop so they could finish their conversation, but he didn't do anything of the kind. What he did was stand and take down the zipper so that his full erect length was revealed.
"Perfect," she murmured. She rose up onto her knees to meet him, then took his cock gently into one hand. He moaned a little at her touch, and she smiled. Whatever else was going on, this was a feeling of power. She slipped him into her mouth, and he let out a cry of immediate pleasure. While she was doing this, his body was at her mercy, and there was no time for talking. Her tongue ran along the ridged tip of him, her mouth moving up and down, up and down. One of her hands moved up to his shaft and slid up and down in tandem with her mouth. He moaned, rocking back on his heels and then plunging his hands into her hair. She felt him quiver inside of her, and a shiver of pleasure ran through her body.
"Christ, Betty, if you don't want me to lose it you need to stop." He looked down at her, his face contorted with pleasure. Instead of stopping she sped up, hitting a rhythm no man alive would be able to stand up to, including Zach Jameson. She felt him jerk inside of her mouth and then he cried out again. His hips moved helplessly in time to the rhythm her mouth had set, and when he spilled himself inside of her, pulling her hair as he did so, she felt a jolt of pleasure in her own body so strong it was almost as if she was climaxing instead of him. Then he was helping her to her feet and back onto the bed. When he pushed on her shoulders gently, prompting her to prop herself up on her elbows and look at him in confusion, it was his turn to smile.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, at the same time nervous and desperate to hear what he had to say in reply.
“You didn’t think I was going to let it end at that, did you?”
“Sort of?”
“No way. You’re not getting off that easily.”
When he pulled her jeans off and tossed them to one side, she had only a moment in which to hesitate. Then his face was buried between her thighs, and the entire world was full of colorful stars.
