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On the way back to the hotel, Pete’s phone started to blow up. Text messages were coming in fast. We stopped at a red light and he took a quick look at what he was getting. The messages were from Hilary and Drew.

“I’ll have to read through these when we get to the room. But it looks like you were a hit with the two of them.” Pete said as he put his phone down and continued to drive back into the city.

We parked at the hotel and headed to our room. Pete was reading the texts from his siblings.

“So, Hills thinks you’re a badass. And Drew wants to know if you would talk his girlfriend into meeting Dad.” Pete told me with a chuckle.

I had to laugh a little myself at this. “Tell Drew he has to find his own badass girlfriend.”

We were at our door by this time. Pete opened it for us and let me in first.

“You get spicy and fiery when you get angry. And just a little scary. Do you know that?” He asked as we were taking our coats off.

“Yeah, I know. I tried to keep my cool. But it pissed me off the way he was talking.” I sighed as I crossed the room, then continued, “Our sex life was too much. That’s private. The other questions were rude at best and invasive at worst. But I understood why he asked. But that one, no, that’s not for him to know. It just set me off.”

“I know. I could tell.” He told me as he smiled at me. I had sat on the chair in the room to take my boots off. “But I can’t tell you how good it felt to hear you say it to Dad.”

I looked up at him. “I’ll say it to anyone that needs to hear it.” I assured him.

The smile he gave me would have melted my heart if he didn’t already have it. However, it did make my panties wet. I wanted to do nasty things to this man.

“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” I asked him. “You look at me like that, and it makes me want to do very dirty things to you.”

His famous smile spread over his face. “You think I’m beautiful?” He asked.

“You are a beautiful, beautiful boy. Gorgeous, and sexy as fuck.” I told him. I had removed my boots and my sweater. I leaned back and crossed my legs. I looked him over and licked my lips. “Very sexy, and I want to do very nasty things to you.”

“What nasty things do you want to do?” His posture changed. He relaxed a bit and the look of lust glazed over his eyes.

“Take off your tie and hand it to me.” I said in a husky but commanding voice.

Without breaking eye contact with me, he reached up and slowly loosened his tie, then he pulled it off. He brought it to me and handed it over.

“Take off your shirt.”

Still keeping his eyes on mine, he stripped himself of his shirt and undershirt. He was bare chested and fucking beautiful. I started to unbutton my blouse. I pulled it off and sat back again. I was in a black lace bra, and my skirt and tights.

“Now your pants, but leave your boxers on.” I instructed him.

He obliged and stripped down to just his underwear. “So fucking beautiful.” I murmured as I looked at him. “Touch yourself.” And he did without hesitation. He palmed his erection through his shorts. I slowly ran my hands over my breasts, touching myself too.

I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. I removed it slowly exposing my chest to his eyes.

“Take the shorts off.” He removed them quickly. “Keep touching yourself.” I was playing with my nipples.

After drinking my fill of looking at him, I stood up, unbuttoned my skirt and pulled everything off. He started to touch me but I wasn’t having that just yet.

“No, just touch yourself.” I said and sat back down and took my time looking at him again. “I think we need to put your talented fingers and mouth to use. Come here.”

He closed the distance to stand in front of me. I opened my legs so he could get between them. “On your knees.” He dropped down, so we were face to face.

I moved my hair and ran my finger along my neck, exposing it to him. “Put your mouth and fingers to work. You know where.”

Pete immediately put his mouth to my neck, right behind my ear. That spot always turned me to mush. His hands found my breasts and played with my nipples.

I moaned in pleasure as he sucked and bit at my skin. “So fucking sexy.” I breathed in his ear.

As much as I liked what his hands were doing to my breasts, I pushed them down further. He knew what I wanted, he was very good with his hands. His calloused fingers found my clit and started to rub it in just the right way.

“Oh, gods. Right there.” I groaned into his ear. He dropped his mouth to my chest, sucking and nipping at my nipples. His fingers were working me over and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. But I wanted his mouth on me. I pushed his head down and told him just what I was after. I leaned back and draped one leg over the arm of the chair. He replaced his fingers with his mouth. He slid two fingers in me, pushing me even closer to the edge. But I couldn’t hold off any more when he slipped a third finger in. My orgasm took over. I gripped his hair as I rode out the waves of pleasure that ran through me. “Fuck!”

I didn’t stop to allow myself to come down from the high of the orgasm. I pulled Pete’s head up by his hair and kissed him hard, pushing my tongue in his mouth.

I pulled away from him and asked, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” he said as he nodded.

I kissed him again, softer this time. I could still taste myself on him.

“Give me your hands.” I said as I picked up his tie.

He showed me just how much he did trust me by lifting his hands and letting me tie them together.

“Stand up.” I stood as I said that, helping him as I did. I led him to the bed. I moved the bedding and looked at the headboard. I could hook him to it with something like a belt. I told him to sit and I went back to his pants. I removed the belt from them and returned to the bed.

He looked a bit apprehensive when he saw me holding the belt. “I only want to restrain you, not hurt you. Trust me.” I told him. I kissed him deeply to reassure him. “Move over and lie down.”

I crawled up to the head of the bed and looped the belt around the tie on his hands, then looped it around the bar that attaches the bed to the headboard, buckling it I made sure it was secure. I got off the bed and moved to the foot of it. I wanted him a little further down so I held his hips and pulled him down so that his arms were stretched above his head. He couldn’t move much in this position. Just where I wanted him.

“So fucking sexy.” I said. Seeing him like that was making it difficult to concentrate on what I was going to do to him.

I crawled up him, dropping kisses and stopping to lick places over his body, until I was sitting on his hips. I didn’t let him penetrate me, but his penis was against my warm wet opening. I rubbed against him, teasing him. His eyes closed as I continued to slowly tease him. I placed my hands on either side of his chest and leaned forward to kiss him. “So gorgeous, so sexy, smart, kind, loving, and so worth standing up for.” I peppered this statement with a kiss after each adjective.

I sat up after the last kiss and ran my hands up my chest stopping to play with my nipples again. I could tell he wanted to be the one to touch me. His biceps bulged as he pulled at his restraints. But, not yet. My hips were still moving over his member, teasing him and myself to the edge.

“Please,” he moaned.

“Please, what?” I asked, digging my hips in just a little more.

“Oh, God. Sky...” Pete was almost too far gone to tell me what he wanted. I knew what he wanted and needed, but he was going to have to tell me if he wanted it to happen.

I slowed down how fast I was moving my hips, leaned over so my face was just above his, and said, “Look at me.” He opened his eyes and found mine. “Tell me what you need Peter Rabbit.”

“You. To be inside you.” He rasped out.

I smiled and shifted so that he could enter me. I reached down and moved him to the right angle. On the next stroke, he slid into me. The sound he made when he was fully buried in me was almost enough to make me cum right there. I knew he was close to his orgasm. I was too, but this wasn’t about me. This was all about him. I had already had my fun, so it didn’t matter to me if I had another one.

I clamped down as hard as I could with my muscles, making him buck under me.

“Oh my God, oh fuck. I can’t..” he was saying. His arms pulled at his restraints.

“Cum for me, Baby.” I said and the next stroke he did just that. I followed him in orgasm just a stroke or two after him. I collapsed on his chest.

After just a breath or two, he said, “Please untie me. I need to hold you.”

I moved just enough to reach up and unbuckle the belt. He moved his arms so I could untie him. Tossing the belt and the tie to the floor, I let him wrap his arms around me and hold me close. He didn’t say anything, just held me as tight as he could. I laid on him with my forehead nuzzled into his neck.

I tried to sit up, but he tightened his hold on me. “Not yet.” he whispered in my ear. I just relaxed back into his arms and chest. He didn't relax his hold for some time. When he did, I lifted my head just enough to look at him.

“There’s one more thing I want to do with you tonight.” I told him.

He smiled a tired smile and said, “Not sure I have the energy for any more of this.”

“No, that’s not what I want.” I sat up fully and finally moved off of him. “The tub is made for two. It’s been a long and emotion filled day. Let's go take a long, hot bath. I’ll rub your back for you.”

“That actually sounds amazing.”

We got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. As the water ran in the tub, I pulled my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head. I didn’t want to get it wet, it would be a pain to deal with later. This hotel was nice enough that you could control how bright the lights were. There was a single spot light over the tub area. You could turn off all the other lights, leave that one on and dim it if you wanted to. Pete set the lighting for us.

I got in and he followed me. I had him sit in front of me so I could rub his shoulders and back. I knew from experience that he would be tight in his lower and middle back. That’s where he seems to tighten up when he’s stressed. And tonight has been stressful. I started to rub on his back for him. He was letting me know with groans and moans where it felt best. As I worked the knots out of his back, I could feel him relax more and more. When he seemed to be as relaxed as I was going to get him, I pulled him back to rest against my chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his shoulders.

“What’s on your mind, Peter Rabbit?” I asked him as my hands ran up and down his arms and chest. Just a slow relaxing touch.

“How do you know I have something on my mind?” He asked.

“I just do. Do you want to talk about it?”

“What you said. At dinner with Dad, and just now in bed, do you really believe I’m worth standing up for?”

“I’ve stood up for you against your father and my mother. And I’d do it again. Yes, you are worth it to me, because I love you.” I told him.

“No one has ever cared about me as much as you do,” he said.

“That’s not true.” I told him. “Your family loves you. Why do you think your Dad acted the way he did? He wants to be sure I’m good enough for you.”

“They aren’t the same.” He was quiet for a few breaths. ”I’ve been a fuck up for so long, I never thought anyone could really love me. I didn’t think I was worth loving. Not like you do. No girlfriend, or even just a friend, has truly cared the way you do.” His hands moved up and captured mine. As he held my hands he continued, “I’ve never been in a relationship like this before. I feel like I’m gonna fuck it up because I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Do you think you’re the only one in this relationship that feels that way? Because you’re not. I’m worried I’m gonna fuck it up too.” I told him. “This is all new to me. But, I’m excited to be doing it with you. And you are not a fuck up. You are so worthy of being loved.”

His grip tightened just a little on my hands. “Sky, I love you so much. Tonight... the way you talked about me. You make me feel so loved, and cared for, and...I don’t know, just special. The way you look at me... You make me feel desired and wanted. No one else has ever made me feel like this.”

“You make me feel the same way.” I told him. “The studio you made for me... No one else would have thought to do that. When you look at me that way you do, I feel beautiful, even though I know I’m not.”

“How can you not know how beautiful you are? You’re gorgeous and so fucking sexy. A spicy, fiery, fierce, redhead.” He chuckled a little at that. “I like it when you get spicy. You know, you’re the first redhead I’ve ever been with.”

“Am I really?”

“Mmmhmm.” He paused for a moment and then said, “I’ll move to D.C. if you want me to. I just can’t stay so far from you forever.”

“No. No, Peter Rabbit. You will not be moving to D.C. I’ll move to L.A. when we’re ready. I’m just not ready to move yet. I have a lease, and housemates. I’m going to have to make arrangements. It’s gonna take a little time.”

“But you said you didn’t want to move there and wanted me to move to you. I will, you know. To be with you, I'll move there. I love your house. Your neighborhood is great. And I’d like to meet your friends. I get along with Cloud and Ash. I could be very happy there.”

I had my face buried in his hair close to his ear. I smiled when he said that. To know he would do that for me was so special. “I know you would. And my friends are gonna love you when they meet you. Gavin is already asking when I’m going to bring you by. Watch out for him. You’re just his type.” I giggled just a little at that. “But, it just doesn’t make sense for you to move there. I don’t own the house. We lease it. You own yours. You would have to travel more for your work if you lived there. I can work just as well in L.A. as I can D.C. Besides, I think that in June when the lease is up, the three of us will be parting ways. It’s been fun living with them. But our lives are all going separate directions. Cloud’s going to propose to Heather. Either on Christmas or New Years. He still hadn’t decided when I talked to him yesterday. And Ash isn’t happy there. She wants to go back home. And home for her is Green Bay. That’s much closer to Andy than D.C. She might not even make it to Green Bay if he asked her to move closer to him. She would.” I said.

“And you? Where are you planning on going in June?”

“The only place I want to be. To you.”

“Really? You’d leave your life for me?” He asked.

“I’m not leaving my life. I’m just relocating it. I’ve known since your visit and that day we talked about making us work long distance. I knew then that if or when the time came, I would be the one to move.” I told him. “If things keep going the way they are for us, I’ll be living with you by the 4th of July.”

Pete sat up and turned enough that he could see me. “I can do six months.” He gave me a real, and tired smile.

I smiled back at him, “So can I. I’m ready for bed, what about you?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s been a long day.”

We got out and let the water drain from the tub. We dried off, brushed our teeth, and got ready for bed. My usual habit of bruising out my hair and braiding it for the night was the last thing I did before bed.

“Can I brush it for you?” Pete asked me. He had done that a few times since that first night I arrived in L.A.

I smiled at him as I handed him my brush. “There’s an elastic band on the handle if you want to braid it.” It seems he finds it as relaxing to brush my hair as I find it to have it brushed.

We both fell asleep fast that night and slept deeply. We both needed it.