Page 58 of Lorcan's Obsession
Our chuckles cut through the tension in the room, and we began to get ready to go outside.
While assisting me to put on my ski boots, Lorcan asked, “Are we good?”
“That depends. Did you make sure she was okay before you sent her away?”
“I drove her home, but became a life enemy of her family.”
I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding. At least he wasn’t a total jackass and his remorse over it counted for something.
We snowshoed around the resort admiring the snow-capped scenic views. Nervous energy radiated off Lorcan, his shoulders were stiff and eyes couldn’t hold my gaze for more than a few seconds. Sharing that story must’ve unnerved him and he was cautious of my reaction.
To ease his worries, once we returned to the wondrous all-glass resort, I assured Lorcan that my opinion of him hadn’t changed and I was still looking forward to our night tomorrow. Although he visibly relaxed after my affirmations, it was the tender touches, hand-holding, and cuddling that had the most calming effect on him. Physical touch was his love language. And I made sure he was back to his usual, overconfident and playful self before we boarded his jet the next morning back to Dubai.
It was time for me to collect, and I was going to enjoy devouring this incredible man.
22
DESERT LOVE
As soon as the wheels touched down at Dubai Airport, Tristen informed me her pussy had initiated the timer to getting fucked.
“Do you have a driver waiting? Have you checked if there’s traffic?”
“Yes, for the driver. No, to checking traffic.” I chuckled, ogling her head-to-toe as she paced up and down the aisle like a panther.
The unlucky stewardess received a lot of dirty looks from my girl until the door opened at last. A tour representative was waiting on the red carpet at the bottom of the airplane’s steps, ready to guide us into a private waiting room. I wanted tonight to be immortalized in her mind, so I planned a trip to a luxurious camp nestled in the Arabian Desert. Our first time would be among the sands, and I would take her beneath the stars in an unforgettable, passionate tango. But that trip would add an hour to her already testy timeline.
After settling us in, the tour lady provided us with the traditional clothes to fully immerse ourselves in the cultural experience. She handed me a keffiyeh, the traditional checkered scarf that Arab men wore around the head, and to Tristen a crystal-embellished, silk silver gown.
Confusion and annoyance radiated off my girl in equal parts, and she glared me down as soon as the guide left the room.
"Lorcan, what is the meaning of this?" Tristen demanded, the dress in her hand suffering a rattling like it was some casual drapery from the flea market. It was a one of a kind Atelier, one of a kind, valued at over a hundred and a hundred and twenty thousand dollars, made just for her.
"We are going on a desert safari, baby."
"I’d rather not."
Staying composed, I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Why not, darling?"
"Because I've been a good girl. A very good girl, Lorcan. And I want what I was promised!”
"You’ve been the best girl, baby,” I soothed, pulling her into my arms. “And you will get everything you are owed and more. But I have a final surprise for you. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
She sighed in frustration and dragged out the words. “I hate that it's hard saying no to you.”
“Thank fuck for that.” I spun her around and smacked her ass. “Go change; the faster we get there…”
“The faster I get dick.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Tristen sauntered into the changing room while I fastened the keffiyeh onto my head. When she came back out, she took my breath away. She was a sexy enchantress, the goddess of sin. And I made sure she knew how exquisite she looked with a deep and thorough kiss against her perfect lips.
We boarded the helicopter for a sunset ride to the desert conservation reserve. Red, orange, and golden rays stretched across the horizon, and clouds rose around like tufts of cotton candy. I'd seen the Dubai city skyline from photo magazines and promotional videos, but those could only capture a fraction of its beauty. Just like the gorgeous woman beside me.
Tristen pressed her face against the window, pointing out the landmarks poking up underneath us. When she spotted the Burj, my new residence, she pouted and sensually pressed her manicured hands between her thighs.
"Your apartment is somewhere below that balcony.” Tris spoke into the microphone. “I could be on your bed right now with my legs spread wide open, taking your thick cock.”