Hale on Earth (Arrangement Series Book 2)

by Francesca Penn

  “Cover me in your juice. Coat me in your scent. Tell the world I’m yours.”

  She’s pulling my hair again and I like it too damn much. Once Karessa finds her rhythm, she rides me like my tongue’s only purpose is her pleasure until I’m drinking more of her. I clamp down on her clit as she cums. It’s perfect, just like her.

  “Oh, Oran,” she mewls as she shudders.

  I pull her down until she is on my dick. “Ride it.”

  “We can’t,” she whines about our situation.

  “It’s covered,” I grunt. “Tucked back in.” Pushing up on my elbows, I nip one of her nipples. “Show me what I’ll get later.”

  I’d never thought I’d root for dry humping since I’m a grown ass man capable of fucking, but having Karessa bathed in moonlight as she rocks her wet pussy on me has turned me into a believer. And when the delicate whimpers increase into throaty moans, I’m a full-blown convert.

  My hand wrapping around her throat makes her hotter. Leaning in, I nibble her lips until she’s licking the taste of herself off mine.

  “I’ll make you pay for making me wait, Trophy. If you think you’re enjoying it now, wait until you get the full experience.”

  I know her eyelids flutter as she cums on my angry dick. I wish I had more light to see how her lips pout and her eyes roll back.

  “Please make sure I pay. I want to pay so fucking hard, Hell.”

  I tighten my grip on her throat until I have her full attention.

  “You want it rough and dirty, and that’s what I’ll give you when it’s time.”

  “Promise?” She begs.

  “Always.”

  Chapter 30

  Karessa

  “Oran, have you seen my bathing suits? I had them all in one suitcase.”

  “Nope.” The way he says it proves he’s lying. “But, this is unrelated, I picked up some pool and beach clothes for you while I was out.”

  I can tell by the way his gray eyes shine that I will like nothing in the bags he’s holding, but women are curious creatures so I stick out my hand making him cross farther into our room to hand them over.

  His black t-shirt makes him look sultry, giving me flashbacks to the other night of the way his tongue felt inside of me and the way his beard tickled my inner thigh as I came on his face. I want that and more until I’m contemplating testing his reaction to me being naked under my robe.

  What would he do if I opened my robe and dropped it?

  His eyes darken with lust as if he could read my mind.

  “Don’t toy with me, Trophy. You haven’t changed your mind.”

  Maybe he can read my mind.

  With a huff, I grab the bags and begin rummaging for something to wear. As suspected. It’s all ugly.

  “I hope you have your receipt. None of this will do.”

  “It will have to do. Since your clothes are missing.”

  I pull out a Spandex or polyester nightmare that’s covered in rainbow unicorns.

  “What in the hell is this, Oran?”

  “A unisuit, I got the one with built in shorts since you love shorts so much.”

  “I’m not a surfer. Why in the hell would I need to cover my entire body on vacation?”

  I pull out two more. One in all black, and the other is covered in blue dolphins.

  “Just don’t want you to catch a cold.” he shrugs like he’s being considerate.

  Pulling him close. I give him a kiss. Since he’s been going out of his way for the last two days to not touch me, I’m craving his nearness.

  “Return my clothes or I’ll walk around just like this.” I point at my silky robe.

  “As long as you stay in this room, knock yourself out.” He dumps out the bag and holds a shirt and skirt in front of me. “Here put this on. It’s time for lunch.”

  I blow him a raspberry and go to the drawer where I’d placed my clothes. Empty.

  “This isn’t funny.” I round on him fast enough for my hair to hit me in the face. Oran chuckles as I push it out to glare at him properly. “I want my clothes, now!” I stomp my foot to emphasize my vexation.

  Oran mocks me and stomps his. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’ll put out a missing clothes report to the authorities.”

  I snatch the clothes from him because I’m starving and the food the chef is making smells delicious.

  “A fucking turtleneck?” I yell as I drop my robe. Oran’s amusement drops to fascination as he studies my nude body.

  “Don’t even think about it.” I shimmy into my undies and buckle my bra. “Since you’re hellbent on covering me up, find something other to do than touching or looking at me.”

  The sun bouncing in from the lace curtains bathe him in light, enhancing his eyes and the contrast between his skin and black hair. I fight the urge to toy with the cleft in his perfect chin because I have a point to prove. Slipping into the ankle-length plaid skirt, I take my drab green turtleneck wearing ass out of the room without another word. He forgets, I’m not the financially exiled person he’d met, I have my own money and means to get a new wardrobe.

  I do, however, have a sense of humor and stop in front of one of the full-length mirrors and send my sisters a picture to the group chat.

  Karessa: Your brother-in-law is a colossal asshole. He’s hidden my clothes and gave me this outfit.

  Esme: ROTFL!!!! That is terrible. Take off your bra, get some glasses, put your hair in a bun, and go be his naughty librarian.

  Imala. Lol. OMG Esme. Really? It doesn’t look that bad.

  Karessa: You can have it then.

  Esme: Please tell me you’re going shopping.

  Imala: Please and thank you.

  Karessa: You’re welcome Imala. Esme, the first chance I get.

  Imala: You two are so dramatic.

  Esme: Speaking of dramatic, I’m sending this to mom. Neeeeeow.

  Karessa: I hope dad has his smelling salts ready. She is gonna pass out..

  Imala: Ha!

  Esme: By this outfit, I’m assuming you’re still holding out. I’m impressed.

  Imala: Honestly, I thought you’d lost that battle already.

  Karessa: Wow. You two have no faith.

  Esme: We do, but..

  She sends a photo of Oran from the reception. He’s hair is perfectly styled with his beard cut low and neat. His jacket is missing, leaving his white dress shirt to cling to a body I haven’t seen yet.

  Esme: Look at him! I’d have assets in your name. I swear. I couldn’t sleep in the same bed with that every night and not touch. Gah!

  Imala: Take a cold shower, sis.

  Karessa: Which one?

  Imala: Both of you.

  I’m giggling by the time I make it to the dining room. Ainslee is at the table alone, staring off into space. Her eyes mimic saucers when she spots me in my Oran approved get up.

  “Um… this has Oran written all on it.” Her gray eyes shine with amusement as she surveys the evil deeds of my husband.

  “You know it.” I flop down across from her. “You know what this means, right?”

  Ainslee perks up and puts down her phone to clap excitedly. “Shopping and girl’s time! We need to pick club outfits for tonight, and I can do your makeup for my vlog tutorial!”

  “I’m all yours. You can’t do any worse than Oran.”

  Ainslee snickers as she covers her hand. “He’s just as big of an asshole as Jagger. A turtleneck.” She hits the table as she allows her mirth to take over. “I’m dying!” She chortles as she wipes her eyes. “It’s warm outside!”

  I can’t help but join her. “He gets on my nerves.”

  “Don’t worry, sis. The outfit we get tonight will knock him on his ass.”

  * * *

  My day with Ainslee and some new outfits was much needed time away from the hormones and Oran. It was also very illuminating. What started out as a brief consideration of a shirt that would highlight his eyes turned into full-blown-husband-missing
by the time we were wrapping up. I loved every minute of bonding with Ainslee, but I fidgeted more the closer we got to the villa. I’d checked my phone a few times but have received no messages. That big bully has worked his way into my system so effectively that I can’t get him out.

  “You miss him,” Ainslee points out. I look at her sitting next to me with a knowing smile on her lightly pink-glossed lips. I miss him, I know why, and I don’t like it. “It’s okay to say it out loud. I already know.”

  I toy with the skirt of my new patterned sundress. He may have been obnoxious with his delivery, but I understand what he was saying: he’d like for me to cover up. I kept it in mind while I was shopping and made more modest choices. I’m not changing how I dress for him, but I will consider our sexless state since he’s doing it for me.

  “Well,” Ainslee prompts gently.

  “Fine,” I say reluctantly. “I love him.”

  She’s right. It helps to say it out loud. This way, it’s not some crazy idea bouncing around inside my head. It’s released into the universe. Ainslee beams and squeezes my hand excitedly.

  “I don’t know how he did it, yet here we are. He pisses me off, yet I can’t wait to see him.”

  “I didn’t know I was in love with Jagger. If you would’ve told me at my wedding that I’d be in love with Jagger, I probably would’ve tried to fight you. They’re these big assholes, and when you’re ready to punch them in the throat, they do or say something unexpected yet ridiculously thoughtful and sweet and make us wonder if they’re the same person.”

  I nod empathetically because someone gets it.

  “Yes! I’m so confused.”

  Ainslee pats my hand. “Don’t be. Just allow yourself to free fall. He’s a good guy.” I nod while I fight tears. “Get it out, girl.” She chews her lip as she falls into deep thought, then looks at me again. “Since you’re sharing, I’ll share too. Do you remember that stop we made?”

  “Yes, when you went to check on your medicine?”

  “Except, I had a theory and went to check it.” Ainslee flashes the brilliant smile people have when they’re giving news they were dying to share. “I’m pregnant!”

  “Oh, wow! Congratulations!? I exclaim and pull her into a hug since we’re now parked in front of the villa. “You two were not playing around. I can’t say it’s a shock.”

  Ainslee laughs at my observation. “I breathe wrong and Jagger jumps me, but I love it.”

  “We all know.” She laughs at my teasing.

  “Sorry,” she says automatically.

  “But not sorry, right? I wouldn’t be.”

  I squeeze her again. “But, really. I’m so happy for you two and I have wonderful baby shower ideas. I’d be more than happy to help you when the time comes. Since you don’t have sisters, I love to fill in.”

  “I’d love that.” She tears up, and I follow until we look at each other and laugh. “Okay, Karessa, no crying during makeup time.”

  Chapter 31

  Oran

  While the girls were out doing God knows what, I put Karessa’s clothes back where they were. Knowing her, she’ll be dressed in something different when I see her. It didn’t work. Even with that bland ass outfit, I still was fighting the urge to fuck her. I’m screwed either way. Maybe I should take her up on that two houses offer to make it through the next few months. We’re going out tonight, maybe some fresh air and dancing will be a pleasant distraction from her and the feelings she’s pulling out of me more every day.

  The cold bite of the water halts my thoughts as I refocus on shutting it off. I’ve been in the shower too long. Stepping out, I realize I’ve grabbed the wrong damn towel. I dry my body as much as I can so I’m not dripping. My feet eat up the cold tile as I head to the armoire in our room to get the right towel.

  I’m three quarters of the way when the bedroom door swings open. Whatever Karessa was about to say dies on her glossy lips. Stunned. That’s the best way I can describe her. Her lips are moving but not words form as her green eyes trail my body like one of the drops or water that escaped my hair.

  Giving up on modesty, I turn to face her and use the towel to dry my hair. I’ve avoided being in any state of undress around her. I’m not sure if I can control myself. Karessa is struggling to keep her eyes above my chest. Her curiosity wins as I expected, but the unconscious licking of her lips as she gives into her desire to look has my dick twitching.

  “If you keep looking at it like that, Trophy, it will pop up to meet you.” The huskiness of my voice is surprising to my ears. Her ability to arouse me by just existing should not be surprising at this point.

  Karessa eyes remain on my dick. I’m not sure if she heard me or ignored me, but my nerves churn when she takes a step closer. It’ll be harder to put a stop to anything naked. My body knows that and my being hums with the creed of I-wish-she-would. Part of her hair is straight and the other half is in black waves, it looks like she was in the middle of styling it but came in here for a reason. A reason she’s forgotten, because she is moving closer to me like my dick has hypnotized and is beckoning her.

  “You came in here for something,” I whisper, attempting to get her on track. My dick continues to harden the closer she gets.

  “Your body is amazing,” she confesses as her left hand makes contact with my chest. I groan as her fingers tangle in the light dusting of chest hair. “So solid.” She appraises me like art, and this simple interaction has my erection seeking her attention.

  Her soft yet sweet scent greets as she leans in reminding me I’m on vacation but she’s my paradise. Our lips brush, and she pauses to allow the low current passing between us to linger.

  Different circumstances would have her on the edge of the bed with her legs in the air as she takes my dick. I nip at her lips to snap her out of her trance. I, however, am the one inhaling sharply from surprise.

  “Looks like you have a little problem.”

  Her palm glides over my dick with a few strokes. I grip her wrist but don’t have the power to stop her.

  “There’s nothing little about it,” I grunt then lick her lips.

  A familiar delicious sensation travels up my spine when she tightens her grip on my junk.

  “Let me play with you, Oran. Please your body. Do naughty things to you with my mouth.”

  It all sounds amazing, but she needs to be all in. Finding strength I didn’t know I had, I dislodge and tell her the truth. “No. I won’t stop until your pussy is stretching around it.”

  “Oran…”

  I silence her with my tested and true trump card.

  “Prenup.”

  Her grimace of irritation mars her seductive pout. The music from Jagger and Ainslee room grows louder and pulls Karessa’s attention to the wall. Karessa blinks a few times, the daze is replaced with awareness as she steps back. I clench my jaw to hide my disappointment. It hurts. If she’d said forget the prenup, I would have fucked her where she stood.

  Sighing, Karessa turns and run-walks out of the room without looking back.

  * * *

  Oran

  I haven’t seen Karessa since she left the room. I’d gotten dressed and left with Jagger because he was getting restless. At least he was before my shower. Now that we’re settled at the bar and sipping on Jagger’s favorite celebratory whiskey as I mull over his news. Ainslee is pregnant. I’m happy for them all while thinking about Karessa’s belly growing because I fucked a child into her. It’s damn arousing, which is the last thing I need.

  Jagger is still sporting his megawatt smile and I’m glad my best friend is ridiculously happy for the first time in forever. He thought he was happy with Layla, but he didn’t have the internal glow that he has now. I still want to choke her, but I’m not surprised I never really liked her. But she was who he’d wanted. Still, the thought of cracking Jagger’s dad’s other jaw again sounds fun.

  My deep thoughts must’ve killed my observation skills because I didn’t notice our wives unti
l Jagger spoke.

  “Looks like our wives lost their fucking minds. Yours more than mine. Lack of sex fucks with your brain chemistry.”

  I’m glad I’d already swallowed my drink because they would’ve made me choke on whiskey. Both women look like their own version of seduction that somehow matches their personalities. Ainslee’s little dress is sparkly and shiny like how she is with Jagger, I believe faux fur is involved with the outfit but my vision is stuck on Mrs. Hale.

  Placing my empty glass on the bar, I stand up straighter and take a better look. Jagger is right, she’s lost her fucking mind. I’m torn between wanting to fuck her or fight her.

  “Try not to make too big of a scene when you carry her ass out of here.” Jagger says it as a joke, but we’re best friends for a reason.

  Each enchanting step she takes sends my blood south and my temper north. By the time her black-lace-see-though-dress-and-red-stiletto-pumps-wearing ass is within reach, I grab her and pull her close for a peaceful side-bar.

  “What the fuck are you wearing?”

  “It’s a dress? You don’t like it,” she goads me, blinking her thick lashes rapidly.

  My dick is hard and patience is near zero, I don’t have time for her bullshit.

  “It’s lingerie. I can see through the material to the underwear and I know for a fact you can’t wear a bra with this.”

  Karessa’s hair is down in soft waves, the side part with some behind her shoulder is a sultry halo for her dick-sucking-red lips. Now, my mind is back to her offer, and my patience is dead.

  “It’s a dress, silly.”

  That’s it. I grab her arm and usher her towards the door.

  “Let go of me,” she fights and tries to dig her heels into the ground.

  Not a problem.

  I hoist her ass up like a belligerent toddler. She can’t stand her ground with her feet in the air. I resume walking once she’s thrown over my shoulder with my arm covering my territory. A burly yet metrosexual bouncer - one of those men who spends his time equally between the gym and spa - steps in my way to prevent my exit.