Stanton Series Box Set: Stanton Series (Box Set)

by T L Swan

  “Fucking hell, Natasha, you fuck me so good.” I moan a deep sound that I don’t even recognise as he slams repeatedly into me. I can feel it coming. Shit, it might kill me. One, two, three hard lunges and, that’s it, I scream out again, the sound bouncing off my bedroom walls as I orgasm hard, my body contracting around his.

  “Fuck, yes,” he yells as he slams into me, his grip on my behind so hard I think I might bruise. He groans as I feel his hot seed seep into the marrow of my bones, taking with it any reservation I ever had about him. We are both breathless and panting as he drops his head to my shoulder in silence. Tears fill my eyes again as I am overcome with emotion.

  “Fucking hell, Natasha, what was that?” he pants. I’m too breathless to answer. I giggle and he pulls me into an embrace and kisses me again. A slow beautiful heartfelt kiss, one that is tenderly equal with the sex we just had. I don’t remember anything more, fatigue setting in. But as I drift into an exhausted sleep it is the words he whispered to me that replay in my head. I only have one night with you, I only have one night with you, I only have one night with you. No, I’m sorry Josh, I can’t let that happen. I’m keeping you this time.

  Chapter 9

  I awake to the glow of the lights in the downtown city beaming through my window. It’s dark. How long have we slept? I look at the beautiful man sleeping beside me, out cold and sleeping like a baby. I roll onto my side and smile as I watch him. He’s like an Adonis, every muscle in his body on show. Pure male perfection. His dark lashes fan his face and his large red lips are gently open, his chest rises and falls slowly. I smile again as I note that he has a hairy chest, one of my hot triggers. If I had a magic wand and designed my perfect male specimen, this is what it would look like. His arm is under my head and he is facing me. My gaze drops to his tattoo, my name down the length of his torso. My twenty–first birthday present. That is some serious heavy shit going on there. My mind retraces the day we have spent together, the love we have made. It’s been perfect, everything I could have wished for and then some. However one thing is marring my afterglow. The ‘we only have one night together’ statement. Does he really only want one night? Why in the hell would he have my name on his body if he didn’t care? Is it the cousin thing? Surely not. If I don’t care, why would he? My mind goes back to the restaurant: I want a woman who loves to fuck as much as I do. A mousy woman who I have to beg for sex won’t cut it with me. Think Natasha. Think. What’s my plan of attack? I know one thing, I am so not done with him. I want more, much more. I need time, time where he is forced to think about us, time without other females. I watch him sleep for another half an hour with my brain in overdrive. This is where I want to be, naked in bed with him. Even the thought of going to the bathroom is unappealing, as busting as I am. Unable to hold it any longer I slowly sit up and head to the bathroom. I decide to take a quick shower. If I want to be irresistible, I need to smell good. After drying I don’t dress and head back to my bedroom to see him stretching as he gives me a sleepy smile.

  “Hi,” I beam.

  “Where did you go?” he huskily whispers as he wraps me in an embrace.

  “I had a shower,” I reply as I bend to kiss him. He returns my kiss by pulling me down on top of him.

  “Why didn’t you wait for me?”

  Hmm, I wish I did. “I didn’t know how long you would sleep. Did you sleep last night?” He rubs his eyes as he shakes his head.

  “Why didn’t you sleep, baby?” I nuzzle into his ear as I gently nip it. His eyes close as he shrugs his shoulders and once again smiles sleepily. God, he’s adorable when he’s sleepy. I could just eat him up.

  “Some raving hot bitch got me so worked up. I was too angry to sleep,” he smiles into my neck as he starts to kiss it with an open mouth.

  “Raving hot bitch?” I repeat, feigning shock.

  He nods again. “I think she needs to be punished for her misdemeanours.”

  “Mmm, maybe she does,” I reply. “I need a cup of tea first.”

  “Good idea.” He jumps up, flicks my side lamp on and strolls to the kitchen completely naked, obviously to make my tea. That was unexpectedly easy. Maybe this won’t be so hard after all, he is being very agreeable. Ten minutes later he arrives back in the bedroom with two cups of tea, still gloriously naked. I sit up against my high–backed plush–studded bedhead.

  “Why are you dressed?” he raises his eyebrow at me.

  “Because I’m cold,” I answer.

  He bends and lifts my shirt off over my head. “No clothes tonight,” he smiles.

  “Because you only have me for one night?” I test the waters.

  “Exactly,” he answers. “So tonight you, my dear beautiful Natasha, will do everything I ask and take your punishment like a good girl. Naked.” He sits beside me with his back resting against the bedhead and takes a sip of his tea.

  No way, no way in hell am I letting him dominate tonight’s activities. Time for action. He wants an assertive woman in bed, well he is damn well is going to get one. I put my tea down on my nightstand and turn to straddle his lap.

  “That’s more like it,” he whispers as I start to run my mouth up and down his neck. I stand up onto my knees and circle my hips as I swipe my tongue through his open mouth. His hands fall to my breasts and I kiss him deeply again. With hooded eyes he looks up at me. I lower myself and rub my wet centre along the length of his shaft and he exhales in a long slow breath. I rise onto my knees again and his hands drop to my hips. I circle them slowly as I push my breasts into his face. He groans as he tries to kiss me but I duck away and bite his neck instead. His hands tighten their grip as his cock doubles in size. Oh god, I’m playing with weapons of mass destruction here, do I really know what I am doing? Once again I start to rub myself on his hard length that I can now see every vein on. The head large and pulsing. With one sharp movement he cracks his neck hard. He leans his head back against the board, his dark eyes filled with want. I bend and take his nipple into my mouth and gently bite it. As I pull back, he hisses and closes his eyes. So he likes a little pain with his pleasure—hmm interesting.

  I circle my hips again. “Can you feel me, baby? Feel my need for your cock.” He breathes in on a sharp intake, aahh, he likes dirty talk. I grab his hand and lift it to my mouth and suck his two middle digits. He stays silent, watching the private show made just for him. I simulate a head job on his fingers diving them in and out of my mouth, closing my eyes and moaning for effect. I once again slide my now dripping sex along his pulsing cock. “It’s going to feel so good baby,” I whisper into his ear. He closes his eyes and I know I’m getting to him as his breathing has become laboured. I rub my hands down from my neck over my two breasts and down to my sex while I rotate my hips.

  “Do you see something you like Joshua?” I whisper. I bend in and he opens his mouth for a kiss but I pull away. I slowly lower my fingers and gently swipe them through my throbbing sex.

  “I can feel my pulse here Josh, it’s screaming for you.” He grabs me by the hair and drags me in for a kiss, one I can’t refuse. This is hot. Who knew acting slutty could be so fun?

  “Do I have something you want, baby?” I whisper. I gently start to finger myself as I stand on my knees above him. His mouth drops open and he swallows. His eyes fixated on my sex, he’s losing it.

  “Almost there baby—what do you want?’ I whisper as I withdraw my fingers and put them in my mouth, eeww what the hell am I doing? He nods, unable to speak and shocked to his core I think, he’s never seen me like this. Actually nobody has, including myself. I go in for another passionate kiss and it gives me goose bumps. He’s not the only one who is losing it—I could come just by doing this. “Joshua you have something I want,” I whisper. As I kiss my way down his chest, he grabs my hair again. “If you give me what I want baby, I’ll make you very happy,” I whisper into his stomach. I bend and put his cock into my mouth and moan as I suck it as hard as I can on the upstroke and he hisses.

  “What do
you want, precious girl?” He tenderly cups my face in his hand. “What do you want?” he groans as I once again take him in my mouth hard. I run my hands down his face and across his chest and look into his eyes. I slowly sink onto his waiting erection and we both groan in pleasure. He grabs my hips to still me, obviously closer than I thought.

  “I want monogamy.”

  He frowns. “What?”

  “While you’re in this country, I don’t want you with anyone else.”

  “Natasha, that’s ridiculous,” he spits.

  “No Joshua, if you want private access to me, I demand equality. Agree to it and then I want you to pump my tight cunt so full of come that I’ll overflow.”

  He grabs me by the hair. “Natasha, stop talking or I’m going to come.”

  I give him a wicked smile. “Does my man like dirty talk, does he?” He stills my hips again and nods. He’s trying his hardest not to come. I’ve found his weakness. “Say the words, Josh, and I’m yours.” He closes his eyes as he tries to block me out. “Do you want to blow in my mouth baby? I can’t wait to taste you.”

  “Fuck. Natasha. Stop talking,” he grabs my hips and grinds me forward and we both groan. “Say the words, Josh. Do you want this body to yourself or not?” He closes his eyes as if pained and nods. “Say it out loud,” I shout as my orgasm comes dangerously close. He lifts me up and slams me back down on him.

  “Yes monogamy. I’ll give you monogamy,” he screams.

  “For the whole nine weeks,” I scream as he pounds into me.

  “Yes,” he yells and, that’s it, he loses control. He grabs me by the shoulders and throws me on the bed and starts to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow. Fast and furious. And I love it. Never has he taken me like this, so wild with untamed passion. In just a few short moments he roars as he comes and in turn that sets off my own mind–blowing orgasm. We lie scrambling for air, panting. We are both covered in sweat.

  “You’re trying to kill me,” he pants.

  I laugh as I pant, coming off the high. “Yeah you and me both,” I smile as I roll onto my side to face him. I place my hand on his cheek and lean in gently for a chaste kiss, and he cuddles into me. “I’ve missed you, baby, ” I whisper.

  He gives me a sad smile and whispers, “Me too.”

  Trying to save the moment from the sadness in his eyes, I sit up. “So is this a full service date?”

  He laughs. “Um, looks like it.”

  “Good. You can take me out to dinner,” I smile.

  He suddenly looks uncomfortable. “Tash, that’s not a good idea.”

  “Why not?” I snap.

  “What if someone sees us?”

  “I don’t care,” I frown.

  “I do,” he answers.

  “Are you ashamed of me?” I’m horrified.

  “No, Natasha, I told you it can’t be that way between us anymore.”

  I get up and whip him with my T–shirt. “It’s a shame you talk. You’re so pretty when you don’t open your mouth.” His mouth drops open and he bites his lip as he tries to stifle his smile, then he reaches out and smacks me hard on the backside. I silently high–five myself and smile as I saunter out of the room. We haven’t bantered for years and I must say it feels good, it feels familiar. Moments later I am in the shower when I feel him get in and kiss my neck from behind.

  “Where do you want to go for dinner?” He smiles into my neck as he wraps his arms around my waist. Argument over, I won.

  Chapter 10

  Ninety minutes later Joshua and I are waiting to be seated at my favourite Italian restaurant. “Table for two thanks,” he asserts to the waiter, without as much as a smile.

  “Ah yes, this way.” The waiter motions to the front of the bay windows that lead out onto the street. He looks around.

  “We need to be at the back of the restaurant,” Josh says as he adjusts his cufflinks. I frown at him, affronted by his rudeness.

  “Ok, this table at the back then.”

  Joshua smiles. “Thank you.” Beautiful Josh has disappeared and Mr Stanton has come in his place. That became apparent an hour ago when a bodyguard arrived at my apartment with an overnight bag, full of clean clothes for him. After a heated discussion and a small tanty from yours truly, he finally agreed to the bodyguard travelling in a separate car from us. If I have him for one frigging night I’m not sharing, not a chance. He looks edible of course, jeans, white shirt and a navy blazer. He oozes confidence and sex appeal—no wonder he attracts so much attention. The forty – thousand–dollar Rolex watch doesn’t help the situation either. I am so punching above my weight here. “Why do we have to sit at the back?” I frown, “I wanted to sit near the window.” He follows me silently and pulls out my chair for me to take a seat. Oohh, manners. He sits, ignoring my question as he looks around. He calls the waiter.

  “I’ll have a bottle of Barossa Valley Chiraz thank you.” He turns his eyes back to me.

  “Answer my question,” I snap.

  He raises his eyebrows in silent defiance. “Natasha, I really don’t want the paps to find me here. I like privacy.”

  I huff. “Could have fooled me,” I mutter under my breath.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” he snaps.

  “Joshua, I’ve had a google alert on you, and every time I turn on my computer I’ve had to endure every damn date you’ve been on for the last five years. I would say you thrive on the attention on your love life.”

  He sits back, obviously annoyed at my challenge. “I do, do I?” He raises an eyebrow.

  “Yes, I think you do,” I answer. The waiter arrives and pops the cork then pours a little into the glass. Josh tastes it.

  “That’s fine,” he replies, his eyes not leaving mine. The waiter pours me a glass.

  “Will that be all?”

  “Yes thanks,” I answer. Josh takes a sip and his eyes bore into me as he leans back in his chair. He’s pulling a power stance. Give me a break.

  “Why would you have a google alert on me?” He tilts his head to the side while he runs the side of his forefinger back and forward over his lip. He’s thinking. I’ve already worked out this mannerism.

  “You know why,” I answer, slightly embarrassed. Obviously because I don’t have one cool bone in my body.

  “Josh, I’ve told you my feelings haven’t changed. Of course I want to know what you are doing.”

  “And what have you found out?” His smugness is starting to piss me off.

  I shrug my shoulders, “Lots of things.” I take a sip of my wine and look around the room.

  “Like what?” he snaps.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I do wide eyes at him.

  “Are you looking for a fight tonight?” His arrogance is seriously pissing me off and I raise my eyebrows at him. He has the audacity to smile and bite his lip.

  “It turns me on when you get angry you know.” He sips his wine as he narrows his eyes at me.

  I smirk, unable to hold it in. “No, I just wonder why you can’t be seen with me. But you’re more than happy to be seen with every other woman in the United States of America.”

  He rolls his eyes. “You can’t be serious. Did you ask me to take you out for dinner so you can fight with me about my past?.” He takes another sip of his wine, his eyes not leaving mine.

  “That depends Josh, is it your past or your future?”

  His eyes burn into me. “Both,” he replies.

  I nod, unable to speak. I didn’t expect that answer. I look down at the table and rearrange my knife and fork. Seriously, what am I doing here? I should rip off this bandaid before I get an infection. Maybe I should start with the antibiotics now before it turns septic. He must be able to sense he’s hurt my feelings.

  “Hey, look at me,” he whispers. I drag my eyes to him.

  “Natasha, you know we can’t be like we were. Why are you bringing this up now?” I shrug, too afraid to speak in case I burst into tears. What’s wrong with me? Talk about how
to lose a guy in ten days, try ten hours. Good one Natasha, you fuckwit.

  I shake my head. “I’m sorry Josh I just feel…off centre. I didn’t know this was going to happen.” He smiles and nods as if he understands. “Josh, I promised myself a long time ago that if I ever got another chance with you I would never keep another secret from you again. So I need to tell you that I can’t imagine being with someone else…ever.” He stays silent and still, unsure what to say. “Tell me, how have you done it?” He frowns. “How have you moved on? Tell me how to move on Josh. I don’t know how.”

  “That’s laughable,” he whispers as he leans into the table. “You’re the one that has had two serious boyfriends.”

  I frown. “And why do you think I broke up with those boys, Josh?”

  He shrugs. “Boredom I suspect, the poor bastards.”

  “I broke up with them, Josh, because I compare everyone to you, and unfortunately no one comes close.” He takes another sip of his wine and goes back to his thinking pose, pointer over his lip. Face serious. “No other man gets me crazy like you Josh… I can’t explain it.” I give him a sad smile, “Let’s just say it’s been a lot harder on me than it has on you.” There, I said it out loud, no more secrets. He leans forward, narrows his eyes and clenches his hands into fists. Contempt dripping from his every pore.

  “If you think this has been easy on me, you have no fucking idea what you are talking about, Natasha. The reason I sleep with so many women is to try and find someone that even rouses a smidgeon of the feelings that I feel when I’m with you, although they always fall short.” My heart swells and I smile.

  “What do you feel when you’re with me?”

  “Like I never want to leave. Like the sex I’ve had since isn’t even in the same book, let alone on the same page.”

  “What sex do you have with other girls, Josh?” I close my eyes. I’m not really sure I want to know the answer. How in the hell did we get onto this topic?

  “Empty sex,” he sighs.

  “What sex do we have Josh, you and me?” I gesture at the air between us. He stays silent as he assesses my question. After two full moments of silence he sighs as he rests his chin on his hand. “The best sex of my life, I never want it to end. It’s ridiculous I know.”