A/N 1: I am in no way promoting or advocating unprotected sex. If you get that from this chapter, it was not my intention.

This chapter contains sexual content.

Breakfast, Lunch & Dave, pt. 2

The drive back to Dave's hotel was a quiet one. Both Dave and Britain sat silently talking to themselves about what they hoped and expected for the night, but neither had anything to say to the other. The closest they got to talking were the quick glances he would try to steal and the incredible blush on her cheeks when she caught him looking.

"So uh, would you like a drink?" He asked after they entered his room. He didn't want it to seem like he just wanted to rip her clothes off; even if the thought had crossed his mind.

"Sure. Can you make a screwdriver?" She watched as he made his way over to the mini-bar and started fumbling around for the vodka and orange juice. While she was watching him, she heard her cell phone ring. She recognized X's number immediately. "What?"

"Are you doing it yet?" X's drunken laughter was loud through her phone.

Britain looked over her shoulder to see that Dave was still at the mini-bar. She turned her body away from him and lowered her voice. "No."

"What are you waiting for?"

She kept her voice to whisper, but made sure it was loud enough to be heard over the phone. "I thought since I suggested we come back to his hotel, he would try something… but he hasn't made a move." She looked over her shoulder again, to see him pull out a bottle of Malibu. What man drinks fucking Malibu?

X on the other hand had enough of this shit. "Come on, I'm living vicariously through you. I'm not getting any tonight so you have to. You make a move."

"I can't." She whispered loudly. "I don't want him to think that I'm easy."

X laughed again. "You are easy."

"I know that, but I don't want him to think that." She turned again and noticed this time that Dave quickly turned around as if he was looking for something.

"Just do what you do and you'll be fine."

If X was there, Britain would have punched her. "I can do what I do after I've done it. You know you can't pull out all the stops the first time…"

X sighed. "Yeah, the freak factor…"A groan of frustration was felt through the phone. "I don't know what to tell ya, chica. If it were me, I'd be fucking him. Call me tomorrow; I want a blow by blow…no pun intended." Britain was then graced with silence when she closed her phone.

Dave stood behind the couch trying to control his laughter. If she didn't want him to know what she was talking about she should have said it in Spanish. "Was that your friend?" He asked with a big smile as he rounded the couch.

Britain jumped nervously and nodded. Shit, please tell me he didn't hear that. "She's drunk." She felt the couch cushion dip under his weight and she accepted the glass from him. Taking a nervous sip, she smiled.

He couldn't have smiled sexier if he tried. The words dripped off his lips as he devilishly let his tongue touch the corner of his mouth. "So why would I think you were easy?" He couldn't resist embarrassing her. He loved the way her neck and cheeks looked when she blushed.

Shit…he heard me…shit, shit, shit. "I don't know. I did suggest we come back here…"

"And that makes you easy?" He sat his glass down and turned toward her. "I meet women everyday that literally hand me their underwear…that's easy. But if you meet someone and you make an attempt to get to know them, even if it hasn't been that long…that's called chemistry."

I love the way your lips move. "Well what's wrong? I'm cute, right?"

You are so beyond cute. Dave nodded. "You're beautiful."

"So why haven't you tried anything?" Please don't let me sound desperate.

If anything was going to happen between them, he wanted to be honest. "Look Britain, I haven't had to actively pursue a woman in 18 years…I'm out of practice. I'm use to women approaching me and telling me what they want." He thought about how he should say it without sounding like a conceited asshole. "I kinda liked the fact that I was the aggressor. But if you're not comfortable with the pace I'm going…"

"It's not that. I'm just not use to guys taking the time to get to know me." She placed her drink next to his. "I don't make the first move; I'm not built like that. We can take this as slow as you want."

Dave nodded and the two of them sat there in silence for about 35 seconds before he leaned over and kissed her softly. The hell with this, I'm making my move. He could kiss her lips forever. He was amazed that could get that hard by just kissing a woman. Every man gets some excitability from a kiss, but what Britain was doing to him was beyond scientific explanation.

The way he caressed her back made her want to rip those clothes off of his body. "Do you have condoms?" She whispered into his mouth. She may not have the most virtuous woman, but she was always careful.

"No." He whispered back, now moving his mouth down to her neck. "Are you on something?"

Her breathing was heavy when she spoke. "Yes."

If only pregnancy was the only thing they had to worry about. She didn't know him that well and judging from how good of a kisser he was; he probably got laid…a lot. And she knew that she had been sleeping around much more than usual. In all truthfulness, she was just as unsafe to him as he was to her.

Why didn't you think about this before, asshole? Dave reluctantly stopped kissing her. He rested his head against hers and let out a frustrated breath. "Maybe we should wait, until I'm better prepared." When he booked this vacation, he had no intentions of hooking up with anyone. This was to be 10 days to reacquaint himself with the man he once was. It was to involve a lot of sleeping, some good meals, a Lakers game, a spa day and site seeing. Nowhere in his itinerary was he supposed to meet her.

Britain looked at his face, studying every line. "It would be really stupid not to use protection." Did he have to lick his lips? Did he have to still be running his fingers up and down her spine? Her brain went into overtime, justifying all the reasons why they shouldn't wait. He wrestles…the company wouldn't let him go in the ring if he had HIV or Hepatitis…those are blood born diseases. He probably has to get tested all the time. Anything else, there's a shot for…but what about Herpes? That's the gift that keeps on giving. Shit! Damn his brown eyes; they sent reason right out the window. Britain leaned in and kissed him again, slowly moving her hand down his chest and bringing his shirt up with it.

Dave could hardly stop his hips from bucking when he felt her warm mouth touch his chest. He reached around to her back and untied her shirt, leaving the garment lying on him when she sat up. Her breasts were perfect. He was surprised that they were real. He hadn't met many women, his second wife included that didn't have implants. He missed the way natural breasts felt, they were softer and suppler. He watched as her eyes closed, with each sweep over the soft flesh his hand made. He wanted her…the hell with the consequences. "Are you sure?" He whispered. He knew that in a few minutes he would be too far gone to stop, if she decided that she would rather wait for him to have condoms.

Britain didn't answer; instead she stood up and unbuttoned her pants. She watched him watch her as they fell to the floor. Then she reached out her hand to him and led him to the bedroom.

Dave couldn't take his eyes off of the yellow thong that she was wearing. He had no idea who created the thong, but if he ever met that person he wanted to shake their hand. Her body was incredible. Even with her hair blocking most of his view, he could still make out her incredibly small waist and her round hips and then that ass; followed by those legs…her thighs alone made his mouth water and even lower her thick calves. He touched her hair and slowly removed the band she had keeping her ponytail in place. He wanted to run his fingers through those raven waves and he found himself bringing a handful of her hair up to nose. He had never appreciated how sweet coconuts smelled before he smelled Britain's hair.

She turned around and looked at him. His chest alone was enough to make her have an orgasm. She was sure that she could not touch it enough. She loved the deep cuts between the muscles and that six pack…make that a twelve pack. She closed her eyes when he kissed her again and allowed him to lay her on the bed. She watched him as he walked around to the foot of the bed. She couldn't wait to get a chance to lick every stitch of ink of that dragon on his back.

"I like these." He said running his hand up her legs and settling them on her underwear. He wanted to touch the lace and his fingertips gently ran across the fabric closest to her pelvis. He laid on her, letting his face feel the warmth of her body. He would never get tired of her breasts. He scooted lower, allowing his mouth to travel over her flat stomach; he had always found belly bracelets extremely sexy and Britain's was no different. He could feel her hips move slightly as her fingers found their way in his hair. She had the softest touch, gently scratching his scalp with her well manicured nails. He moved lower still, kissing her through her underwear and looked up at her when she spoke.

"Dave, don't." She didn't want him not to, but she had to let it be known.

"Why?"

"Because I won't do it to you." There were certain things she didn't do; giving head was one of them. She hadn't done in years and she wasn't about to start with this guy, no matter how much she liked him.

"I wouldn't ask you to." He could feel the heat from her thighs on his cheeks as he started to bite her softly through her panties. This teasing was torturing him more than it was her. He lifted her hips and slid the fabric off of her, revealing the most neatly groomed landing strip he had seen in a long time. "You are beautiful." Dave stood up and removed his pants, still allowing his eyes the privilege of looking at her.

"You are a big boy." She wasn't sure why she said that, but that whole myth about muscular guys having small packages was not true in this case. I was hoping it would be small, so I would have a reason not to like you. She felt him pull her by the legs, so that she they hung down over the bed and watched as he knelt down on the floor in front of her. What started as deep breathing from her, quickly turned into soft whimpers. He was amazing, he seemed to know just how and where to touch her.

"Tell me how you want it." His whisper sent a chill up her spine. For him not to be aggressive in pursuing women, did not mean he wasn't aggressive in bed. He knew what he liked and what he liked to do, he knew how to drive a woman absolutely crazy and he was planning on doing just that.

With a small smile she looked down at him. "Slow."

He was more than happy to oblige. She was exquisite, even more beautiful then he imagined. She was neither a giggler nor a screamer, but a soft whimperer. She rolled her hips with precision, desperately searching for what she was looking for. "Tell me what you want."

Britain didn't do dirty talk, usually guys were too busy getting off to really care what she wanted. And she wasn't picky, she liked it all kinds of ways. Soft and gentle, hard and rough, she liked to be tied up, and spanked occasionally; she even liked hardcore gutter-butt straight nasty sex. But at that moment, she couldn't say anything. Her mouth could not produce anything but a whimper.

Dave stopped his advance and looked at her. "Tell me what you want." His voice was a soft whisper sending his warm breath across her already heated body.

"You know what I want." She answered back with a whine.

"I want you to tell me." He started again, just because he liked watching her squirm. And when he heard her whimpering get to a higher pitch, he stopped again to ask her. "Tell me what you want."

"If you stop again, I swear I'm going to smother you with my thighs." She smiled trying to catch her breath.

"Then we're gonna be here all night."

That didn't sound so bad to her. But something in her needed to release. "I wanna cum."

He smiled and slowly aided her with the use of his fingers. He noticed that when he made certain movements with his mouth she would draw her brows together and get an intense look on her face. And when he changed to using long strokes all over her, her face would settle into a satisfied smile. "You are so sweet." He whispered to her just before he felt the one hand in his hair tighten and her other hand which was around his wrist open and close over it.

"Shit…" She breathed heavily and her hips started to rise up from the bed. "Shit…Dave." That was the last thing she was able to say before everything in her body shut down and was replace by an electrical current that could have shorted out all of Los Angeles.

Dave didn't stop, he didn't want to. He wanted to see that look on her face again. But her tugging on him forced him move and lay his body on hers. Her face was beautiful. There was a slight pink tent to her flushed cheeks and her eyes were blue, more so than he had ever seen before.

"I want to see how sweet I taste." She whispered softly before extending her tongue and running it over his lips. She never minded tasting herself when she kissed a man; it actually turned her on. She had a lot of fetishes, not that he would know about them…yet.

If Dave was turned on by her before, it was minimal compared to now. Just feeling her tongue run over his lips was enough to make him slowly sink into her. He couldn't move right away because if he did he would have ended. The sound she made when he was fully sheathed made him consider pulling out. "Are you ok?" Although his voice was a whisper, she could hear the concern in it.

She nodded. She couldn't remember a man actually making her suck in her breath in a long time. She kissed him and started slowly moving her hips, alerting him that she wanted more.

Dave took the hint and started to move in her slowly at first, but then the overwhelming urge to go deeper took over. He pulled her arms above her head and held them there as he continued to increase his rhythm. She was amazing. He had never been a vocal lover before, but he found himself moaning softly along with her. "You're so tight." He left her hands above her head and he took her legs placing them on his shoulders. He couldn't resist running his tongue along her calves; they demanded that he give them equal attention.

She moved with him, enjoying everything about being with him. Although she made it a point to hold back, she couldn't deny that he was amazing. She and X had another rule, never go all out on the first time. If you pull out everything in the arsenal, men label you a freak. True freakiness was revealed slowly over other encounters; if the guy was that lucky. But even holding back, Britain couldn't contain it anymore; she brought her hands to his face and lifted his head so that he looked at her eyes.

It was in that moment, she knew this was a mistake. The look on his face made her hope that he would be more than a one night stand. No, that's all this is… one amazing night. This wasn't in the plan; she didn't want to get involved with anyone else. All men were the same; they all filled her head and heart with empty promises, saying whatever they could to get her in bed. And once she gave in and allowed them into her heart, they always hurt her. No, this was the last time she was going to see him, it had been a great two days, but this was not happening again. But as soon as she felt his lips on hers she felt her body giving over to him. Her hands make squeezing motions against his wrists as she desperately sucked on his bottom lip. She actually heard herself call out his name when she ended.

He was sure that was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The way her hair clung to her face, the small smile on her lips, her beautiful eyes hazy…her body stiffen and then the way her muscles looked when they were relaxed; if that wasn't enough to make him end, he didn't know what was. But unlike Britain's rule to not put on her best performance, Dave always went above and beyond. He bit back the feeling to give himself over. He repositioned her body, so that she was lying on her side and he knelt on the bed. He had the perfect view of her sharp contrast between her waist and her hips; he couldn't stop himself from squeezing her round backside…everything about this woman was amazing. He watched her body as he continued to move, noticing how she stiffened under him again and feeling her hands squeeze him, he knew he had done it to her again. He had accomplished #3. With her third orgasm safely behind them, he let himself give into his. "I'm gonna..." He tried to warn her, but before he could get the rest of the sentence out, he pulled out and let himself go on her body. Shit…

At that moment she was sure that he was just like everyone else. It was fucking humiliating. She laid there silently trying to collect her thoughts, when she felt him leave the bed. I don't believe he did that. It's not like she really minded, but at least he could have warned her or asked her or something. That kind of thing was alright with her if she really knew or liked the guy, but not on the first time. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, but then opened them when she felt something warm and wet touch her skin.

Dave sat beside her on the bed feeling like an asshole. He was sure he had just ruined an amazing evening. I hope she's not mad. "I'm so sorry. I guess I got a little carried away." He gently wiped her skin with a warm cloth, trying to find the words to apologize.

I can't figure him out. Nobody's ever cared before. "Don't be. That was…"

"Incredible." He laid down next to her and pulled her into his arms. Her body was so warm and felt natural against his. He listened to her breathing that soon turned into the soft purr and then he felt himself drift off with a smile on his face.

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Britain's eyes opened and she tried to make out where she was. She looked over at Dave sleeping and shook her head. What the fuck are you doing? She tried to lift his arm off of her, but couldn't. Instead, she slid out from under it trying to be as quiet as she could.

"What's wrong?" Dave's voice was thick with sleep and his eyes remained closed.

"Nothing." She whispered looking around the room for her underwear.

Dave shifted on the bed, feeling that she was no longer lying beside him. "Where are you going?"

"Back to my hotel. I need to take a shower and get some sleep." She tried to scoot off the bed, but felt his strong arm come around her waist.

He was too tired to make sense of what she was saying, but all he knew was he didn't want her to go. "Why can't you stay here?" He opened his eyes and looked at her confused.

She laughed quietly. "Look Dave…you're a really nice guy, but I don't stay the night. We both got what we wanted, so you don't have to be nice to me anymore. Why don't we just say goodbye now… that way when I think about you, I'll only have good memories."

Did I miss something? "Did I do something wrong?" He had never had a woman walk out on him. If anything, he usually had to politely escort them out. She shook her head. "Then I don't understand."

"I need to leave." They had a good time, the charade was over. There was no way in hell he was really as decent as he seemed.

The look on her face said that she was really thought that's what he wanted. "I want you to stay." She was still looking around the room for her things. He sat up and turned her face toward him. "I want to have breakfast with you in the morning and why drive all the way over to your hotel, when you're already here?"

Breakfast, is he serious? He still wants to see me? "Why?"

"Because I thought if we were going to spend tomorrow together, we should at least have breakfast first." He smiled at her. "I was hoping that after breakfast, we'd do whatever it is you wanna do. Then I'd take you to dinner and maybe we could come back here and do what we did earlier." He rested his chin on her shoulder. "Then when we wake up the next morning we can do it all over again." It was at that moment that he realized that he didn't want to spend the rest of his vacation alone. He liked the idea of spending the rest of his time in California with her. If nothing else, it would give him a vacation to remember.

She smirked and shook her head. What have I gotten myself into? "You're serious?"

Dave nodded and kissed her softly. "Now can we go back to sleep? I'm tired."

"You didn't care when I was tired this morning."

"I wasn't sleepy then."

"Well I'm not sleepy now..." She leaned over and kissed him, using all of her weight to push him back on the bed. She let her hand trail under the covers. "Apparently, neither are you."

A/N 2: And I'm glad you guys liked the last chapter, I hated it. NO matter. Nertina-Shanf...I love your reviews. You always read more than what's on the page, and you're not afraid to tell me that don't care if I didn't like the chapter. Sometimes I need the swift kick in the pants. Thanx for the reality check. And Sarahblue123, if you want the job...it's yours!

Shanny