Beautiful Creatures Series

Chapter 44: 2

Gordon sat at the bar. After finding his shitty wife cheating, he had decided to go to the Mausoleum. It was a dive bar in Aspen that was popular with truckers, bikers, and his pack. Gordon was drinking alone tonight. He was halfway through his third beer and tapping Mackenzie’s business card against the top of his glass. He had been debating calling her and asking Mackenzie to join him for a drink.

It had been years since Gordon had picked up a woman. Twenty-five years, to be specific. Girls today were different. He was just some ageing biker. What did he have to offer a classy lady like Mackenzie? Then again, she had given him her number without him asking for it. She must have seen something in him. He stared at the phone number on the back of the card for a long time, then he picked up his beer and drained the glass empty. Placing the glass on the bar top, Gordon reached into his jacket, taking out his smartphone. He punched in Mackenzie’s number and hit call.

It rang once… twice… three times. His nerves were raw. He should hang up. Four… five… “Mackenzie Starr,” Gordon stopped breathing. She actually answered, and now he was speechless. “Hello?” He couldn’t. Gordon hung up and placed his phone on the bar top. God, he felt like such a loser. Suddenly his phone rang, and Gordon picked it up. Oh God, she was calling back.

Gordon stared at his phone, debating whether or not to answer it. Man up! He scolded himself. You’re 45 years old, not 12. Answer the call. Gordon picked up the phone. “Hello.”

“I’m returning a call. You just called?” Mackenzie’s voice came over the line.

“Yes, sorry, um… it’s Gordon. You gave me your number back in my tattoo shop earlier today.” NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“Oh, I remember you,” her voice had taken on a silky undertone.

“I was wondering if you were busy tonight?”

“Not at all.”

“Would you be interested in getting drinks with me?”

“I would love to get drinks with you. Do you know where the Spring? It’s the bar at the Mountain Plaza Hotel,” he did; it was an expensive hotel that catered to CEOs and wealthy tourists. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes if you would like to meet me there.”

He would prefer a bar with a laxer dress code, but he would go where she wanted. “I’ll see you there,” Gordon hung up with a smile. That went well. Gordon stood up and walked out of the bar.

He drove to the hotel and parked his bike. He walked into the building and saw the bar entrance right there in the lobby. Gordon went in and took a seat at the bar. “What can I get you?” The clean-cut male bartender in the tight black top asked.

“A martini for me,” Mackenzie ordered as she slipped onto the barstool next to him. “And I’m guessing a beer for you?” She asked playfully.

“Whatever is on tap,” he said, looking her over. Mackenzie had changed out of her suit and into an incredible purple designer cocktail dress that slid up her creamy thighs when she crossed her right leg over the other. It was impossible not to stare. “And I thought you looked good back at my shop.”

“Thank you. I was at dinner with a friend when you called.”

“Did I take you away from a date?”

“No, nothing as fun as that. My girlfriend just got dumped, so we went out to dinner, but I was tired of the sobbing. You gave me an excuse to leave. I’m grateful.”

“Glad I could help,” he said as the bartender placed their drinks in front of them. He took out his wallet and paid for their drinks.

“So, kind of you,” Mackenzie said as she picked up her glass and sipped it. “I’ll have to get the next one,” they sat in awkward silence for a moment, and she grinned. “You seem nervous?”

“In all honesty, it has been a long time since I have been on a date.”

“Does your wife know you are here?” She asked. Gordon looked at her, surprised by the question. “The ring on your left hand,” she said, nodding to his hand. “It’s a dead giveaway.”

He looked at his wedding band for a moment and then back at her. “No, she doesn’t know where I am. We are actually getting divorced.”

“As of when?”

“As of tonight. I came home from work. I caught my wife with another man. I caught her with one of my friends.”

“I’m sorry.”

He smiled at her. “If you knew I was married, why did you give me your phone number?”

“You didn’t seem happily married. I have spent years with couples, and it has gotten quite easy to figure out who is going to make it and who isn’t. I didn’t have to meet your wife to know you weren’t happy. It’s like a sixth sense,” she smiled. “Besides, I’m not looking to lockdown. I’m just looking for some fun.”

“Fun?”

“Sex.”

“Sex?”

“Yes. I knew the moment I walked through the doors of your shop and saw you that I wanted you. A woman decides within thirty seconds of meeting a man whether or not she’s going to sleep with him,” she moved closer to whisper in his ear. “How long does it take you to decide?”

“No commitment? No strings?”

“None. Just mutual shallow gratification.”

He smiled. Non-committal casual sex with a beautiful young woman? After twenty-five years of being stuck with the same vile woman, he could indeed use an enjoyable romp. The only question was, should he? Gordon smiled at her. “I have decided. Where and when?”

“Here and now,” she said, taking a hotel room key card out of her small handbag to show it to him. It was clear she had been planning this encounter from the get-go. She must have paid for the room before coming into the bar. She was so sure of herself, and why not. She was stunning.

Gordon drank his beer back in one shot and stood up. “Lead the way.”

Mackenzie hopped off her stool, and Gordon followed as she led him out of the bar and to the elevators in the lobby. She swiped the key card to access the elevator. The doors slid open shortly after, and they both stepped on. She swiped the card again, and the doors slid shut. They were silent as the elevator went up. They got off on the fifth floor and walked down the hall to the room, the key card unlocked.

Once alone in the room, she kicked off her pumps and placed her handbag on the desk. She then turned and smiled at him. Gordon had to admit he was excited but nervous. It had been decades since he had been with a woman other than Melissa, and even then, he only got laid on Christmas and his birthday, which often left him cold.

He'd never loved Melissa. She had been fun at first back when they were young and stupid. Unfortunately, he had gotten her pregnant with their daughter Aster. Gordon had done what he thought

was the right thing and married the mother of his child, but after he said I do things went wrong and quickly. He had only stayed with her for so long because he was a man of his word. He had taken vows, and he honoured them. Since Lycanthropes were rare and they mated for life, he had resigned himself to his shitty life.

However, catching his wife with his friend, Gordon broke. He couldn’t do it anymore. Fuck tradition. He was kicking his bitch wife to the curb, which made what he was doing ok.

Gordon watched with excitement as Mackenzie’s manicured fingers pinched the zipper on the side of her dress and slowly pulled it down. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves and let the garment fall around her bare feet. Wow, he had no words. She stood before him in a deep purple and black lace bra and panties set, he was sure she bought from some expensive designer. The purple of her undergarments matched the colour of the dress she had just removed. This was a girl who had it all pulled together.

Why she was with him was baffling.

Then again, Gordon was not exactly unattractive. He was on the shorter side of tall, merely six feet even. He weighed two hundred pounds, but he was all muscle. He could attribute his superb physical fitness to the fact that he was a Lycanthrope, and as one, he had a supernaturally fast metabolism. Besides his fantastic physique, Gordon had a rugged bad boy appeal with his chiselled features, his long ebony hair and the slightest hint of grey in his three-week-old beard. Then there were his eyes. He had typical Lycanthrope eyes, a bright, striking amber colour that women found captivating. Back in his heyday, all he had to do was give a girl that smouldering look and their panties practically flew off.

Although it had been a long time, and he feared he might have lost his mojo. He had to admit it only to himself. He was scared he wouldn’t measure up. He was afraid he wouldn’t last long. The only thing he wasn’t afraid of was getting it up because he was at full salute already. Gordon just stood there, his gaze rolling over her delectable curves taking in her beauty.

“Aren’t you going to do anything?” She asked.

“I am taking a moment to appreciate all the work God put into making you,” at that moment, she cast her eyes down, and she actually blushed. For that brief second, he got a glimpse of a small-town girl next door when moments ago she was a sexy, confident, dominant force to be reckoned with. Gordon slowly removed his jacket and hung it over the chair as he strolled toward her. He pulled his t-shirt up and off over his head, tossing it aside.

His confidence grew when her eyes began to smoulder, and her smile grew at the sight of his body. He remembered that look, and he was proud that he could still get that look at his age. Gordon came to stand toe to toe with Mackenzie. His fingers gently brushed hers and then threaded as he lifted her soft hand and held it against his chest. When she purred with approval, his ego swelled. Gordon leaned in his lips, hovering a breath away from her. Mackenzie leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled back slightly, denying her the contact she craved to delay her gratification.

If he only got one shot at this, he was going to make it count.

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Mackenzie felt a rush of excitement when Gordon pulled back. The little chuckle he gave spiked her sex drive. Not only was the man sinfully sexy, but he also had a playful side. He held her hand to his chest and slowly guided it lower and lower until the evidence of his arousal filled her hand through his jeans. Oh yeah, judging from how he felt in her hand, this was going to be a night to remember.

Gordon’s index finger traced her jaw, sopping at her chin, tipping her head up, bringing her lips to his. It was a teasing feather-light kiss. A slight brush of his lip, then his teeth lightly nipped at her bottom lip. He pulled his lips back slightly, looking down as his finger trailed down her neck, over her collarbone, and between her breast, hooking in the lace of her bra. “Let’s see what treasures are hidden beneath this lace,” he whispered as his hands slid around her sides and unlatched the two small hooks in the

back. She shrugged her shoulders out of the straps and let her bra fall away. His smile grew. “Flawless.”

His mouth captured hers in an intense lustful kiss that took Mackenzie’s breath away. Mackenzie reached for his belt and turned it loose, then yanked his pants down. She couldn’t wait anymore. She wanted to get to the main event. There was no need for more foreplay. Her panties were soaking, and he couldn’t possibly get any harder. Looking down, she was thrilled to see he was well equipped.

Mackenzie pulled away just for a second and picked up her handbag from the desk. Gordon kicked off his boots and jeans, then came up behind Mackenzie, took a firm hold of her hips and pulled her back as he ground against her bottom. She was quickly losing her senses. She wanted what he offered so much. She searched her handbag for a condom but couldn’t find the one she thought she had in her purse.

It was challenging to focus on finding the condom with his cock sliding back and forth against her sex from behind. He was teasing her again, and she was almost senseless with desire. “We have a problem.”

“No problem here, Baby. I’m more than ready to play,” Gordon purred as he pushed Mackenzie’s hair aside so he could kiss the back of her neck, sending delightful shudders of pleasure spiking right to her sex.

“I can’t find the condom,” Mackenzie confessed.

“Don’t need it. I’m clean and fixed. I could screw you to the floor every day for months and never get you pregnant,” he said, placing his hand on her shoulders and pushing her face down bent over the desk as he slowly entered from behind. Mackenzie dropped her forehead against the desk as she moaned, her hands gripping the edges of the desk so tightly her hands were white-knuckled. He filled

her so perfectly. Her mind went blank as he pulled her back with each thrust driving himself deeper each time.

Soon Both of them were groaning and panting as Gordon took her fast and hard. The sensation was so overwhelming Mackenzie thought she might blackout. Gordon kissed and sucked on her neck as his hand moved around her waist and slipped between her legs, stroking and toying with the engorged bud of her sex.

It was too much. It was too good. Mackenzie whimpered his name as her whole body shook. She came harder than she had with anyone else as the evidence of her satisfaction dripped down his manhood and her inner thigh. Her sex clenching so tightly around him, Gordon’s head fell back. He closed his eyes and almost growled.

It was brief but better than she had with any other man. Gordon was breathing heavily as he took a step back. “That was amazing,” she panted, standing up.

Gordon snaked one arm around her waist, lifting Mackenzie off her feet, carrying her over to the bed and tossing her on the mattress. She was surprised to find him already hard again. “We are far from done, Baby,” he said, kneeling on the mattress and crawling up towards her.

“Your stamina is impressive for a man your age or a man half your age.”

“Baby, you have never met a man like me before,” he said, kissing his way up her leg and inner thigh. “Now, let’s make you squirm,” he said, running his tongue along her sex. It was going to be a hell of a good night.