Loving Greene

Stepping off the plane, the bottom of my heels ache in agony. I had flown straight from the office and my heels were killing my feet. I set my carry-on down and hustled my way through the crowd, trying to make it across the street to the hotel room I booked. Ally doesn't know I arrived a day earlier than planned. I needed it that way.

I needed a day to take in the fact I am back home with all the heartbreaking memories, flooding my life again. Eventually, I'd have to face my best friend, I mean I was her maid-of-honor after all.

Ally and I were college roommates and I was the only thing closest to a sister. Ally had four brothers. All older, and all gorgeous. When her and I became friends, I found myself infatuated with Luke McKay, her oldest brother. I was sickly in love with him.

Obsessed even.

He was older, sexy, had eyes for his sister's best friend and I felt special. But then, when my older sister came to visit me at college, I found them fucking in my bed. I, understandably, lost composer and beat the shit out of Luke and I hadn't talked to my sister in four years.

Since then, I moved out to California in hopes of putting all this New York drama behind me. Ally stayed behind, for she met her soon-to-be husband, Ryan Monroe. I hadn't met the guy, but from the online photos she has posted and the way she talks about him, I can't say he isn't a good guy.

So that is why I am here.

It is a week until my best friend's wedding, and she asked me to come out so the bridal party can 'bond'. Luke is in the wedding, along with Sam, Adam, and Drew, Ally's other brothers. Apparently Ryan only has a brother so pretty much everyone in the party I will be avoiding.

I walked swiftly across the street and into the lobby of my hotel. It was almost two in the morning so the lobby wasn't full. I made my way to the front desk, when a receptionist kindly greeted me. "Louisa Greene," I gave her my name and her eyes scanned the computer before she smiled approvingly.

"Yep, right here," She spoke, handing me a key, "Ninth floor, room 415," I thanked her before walking towards the elevator, only to notice a bar in the back of the hotel. I decided one drink wouldn't hurt and I made my way to the bar. I sat patiently until a younger man came up to me, "What can I get you?" He asked, his name tag read, Connor.

"Whiskey," I spoke, "neat," I quickly added. Luke used to hate whiskey so it had become my new favorite drink. I have had relationships after Luke, long ones even, but being back here brings back all the hatred I have from that douche-bag.

The chair beside me was pulled out and someone occupied it just as my drink was sat down. "I'll have what she is having," the voice was stern and scruffed. Almost like he had just woken up. I turned to look at the man and I almost spit out the sip I had lingering in my mouth.

My god was he stunning.

I quickly hid my shock and regained my composer, I was a lawyer after all. The man noticed me look at him and he turned his head. His piercing green eyes scanned me. I took a piece of my dark red hair and pushed it behind my ear. Everything about this man screamed sex. His brown hair was pushed away from his forehead casually. His tie was loose and his suit jacket was hanging on the stool beside him. I glanced sharply at his lips--they were pink and puckered in a straight line. The scruff on his jaw made me want to reach out and touch it. The bartender set the man's drink on the counter and it snapped us out of our staring competition. The man took a long drag out of his drink before his hand gripped the cup tightly and set it back down on the counter.

I wonder what those hands could do to me.

I shook my head, surprised by my thoughts. I hadn't been with anyone in a while, but these thoughts still caught me off guard. "Why here so late?" He man asked, looking at the television ahead. I wouldn't have known he was talking to me if it wasn't for the fact the bar was just about empty.

I cleared my throat and turned to look at him again. "Friends wedding," I said truthfully. I sipped my drink before continuing. "You?"

The man hummed and flicked his eyes back down to me and I couldn't help but squeeze my thighs together under his gaze. "Brother is getting hitched,"

"Both here for a wedding, coincidence." I mutter, not thinking much of it. The man nodded in agreement.

"Must be that time of year," He shrugged and this time I nodded. Even though we weren't talking, I imagined what his tongue would feel like on my skin. How it darted out and wet his oh-so-perfect lips before every sentence. I rubbed my hand through my dyed hair and let it out of the ponytail it was confide in. My actions must've caught the man off guard before he grunted and choked softly on his whiskey.

Glancing at my watch, I noticed I should head up to my room. The awkward sexual tension, rating off of him and me made me uncertain of how to act.

Especially when I have been drinking. I left a twenty on the counter and began to gather my things when I noticed the man doing the same thing. I smirked but kept my mouth shut. I didn't know if he was just tired also or being a creep, but it made me laugh at the second coincidence of the night. I trudged my way to the elevator and just as the door was closing, a hand stuck out to stop it. I glanced up at the man from the bar and smiled politely. "Following me?" I joked, half paranoid half curious.

The man ran his fingers through his hair, "No," he said shortly, "Bar was closing and I am exhausted." His excuse seemed valid. Anyway he was too fucking hot to even consider me a woman of interest. I was taller than most girls, but he had a good few inches on me regardless. My hair is naturally brown, but I've had it dyed dark red since I was a teenager. It is gorgeous and I have had a lot of compliments, so I've kept it. I was a dorky kid and when I went to college, nothing was different. Except I didn't have braces. But now, and probably ever since Luke, I've tried to be stronger, harder on the outside, and more independent than necessary.

"What floor," I asked.

"Ninth," He spoke. I didn't realize we'd be on the same floor, but I continued the ride to the elevator in silence. He was standing close to me, not too close, but I could feel the heat from his body on my back. My skirt my bunched up from sitting at the bar and my blouse was unbuttoned more than normal. I hadn't yet taken my heels off and my feet where probably turning purple from lack of blood flow. I bent down and slipped them off and holding them between my fingers. As I bent down I heard the man groan quietly, but I didn't dare turn around. He didn't say anything or even look at me, but through the door reflection I could see his eyes were closed and his ran a hand through his brown hair again.

He looked tired. Like he had just gotten off work.

I knew that look all too well.

The elevator dinged and we both emerged. I glanced down at my key card and headed towards my room. The man was following me and I began to feel a little on edge. I glanced back a few times and made quick eye contact. As a young female I began to take precautions and my mind ran wild with the possibilities.

What if he is going to kill me?

Is he following me?

before I could full on panic he spoke from a distance behind me. "My room is 417, I am not stalking you," I could hear the seriousness in his voice. I nodded and slowed my pace before realizing our rooms were right beside each other. "Sorry if I scared you," he said again as we made it to our rooms.

"It wasn't intentional," I shrug and put my key against the scanner, opening my door. "Have fun at your brother's wedding," I smiled, aching to get in the door. I was so frustrated by the way his suit tightened as his muscles flexed and the way his eyes scanned my body like I was his next meal.

"you as well," He gave me a quick nod before opening his door and walking inside. I quickly shut my door and leaned against it. That man made me soaked through my underwear and he hadn't even touched me. The way he walked, the way his pants tightened with each step. I set my shoes down and stripped of my clothes. I scrambled through my bag, anxious to find my night clothes. I unclasped my bra and slipped my white tank top over my erect nipples.

God.

My pink underwear was wet and I reached down, touching my sensitive bundle, moaning at the quick connection. I leaned against the headboard, rubbing myself furiously. I moaned, rubbing my breast quickly, imagining the man from the bar. His rough hands, the way his tongue licked those amazing lips. How I wonder what he tastes like. My moans became louder and I was pushing myself over the edge of release when there was pounding on my hotel door. I tried to ignore it, hoping it was someone at the wrong room. But the pounding got louder and I stopped, aggressively climbing off the bed and swinging the door open. I only then realized my nipples were prominent in my shirt and I had no pants on.

There stood before me was the man from the bar. He had on his suit shirt and slacks still, but his tie was off and the sleeves were rolled and it was unbuttoned quite a few buttons. He looked angry at me but before I could say anything he stepped closer, wrapped his strong arms around my waist and kissed me roughly. My hands claimed their spot in his hair almost instantly. I didn't know what was wrong with me but it was like my body couldn't help itself. His hands cupped my butt harshly before slamming my door closed. I pulled away from his kiss, our eyes filled with lust and exhaustion. "Why-"

"I could hear you," He mumbled and my face instantly heated up with embarrassment. "And my god do you have the sexiest moans I've ever heard." His voice sent goosebumps down my arms but made me feel like I was a hundred degrees.

I smiled up at him, "I'm Louisa, but call me Lucy." I stuck my hand between us and he caught it with his own.

"William," He said before nibbling at my ear. My hand was still in his when I pushed him back only to smash my lips to his again. He laid me back against my bed, mumbling against my lips, "Nice to meet you, Lucy." His joke made a laugh bubble from my lips against him but I was soon taken over my the erotic feeling of his body.

God damn, Welcome back to New York, Luce.