“You don’t do anything with them, you just accept them.”
She laughed, and then suddenly, her expression became shyly seductive.
“What about this?” She reached out and hesitantly placed her hand over my crotch. “Will you just…accept it, too?”
Jesus, this woman.
“I’ll welcome it with open arms,” I murmured.
Keeping her eyes on me, Lena took the hem of her dress and drew it up her thighs. Her cheeks were burning, but she didn’t pause as she dragged it higher at a torturously slow speed, finally revealing the bare skin of her thighs and the black lace underwear she wore.
I adjusted the driver’s seat back without taking my eyes off her body, already preparing for the ride of my life.
Finally, Lena took off her dress completely. She unfastened her bra and tossed them both in the backseat.
She was completely naked now, her body bathed in the sun’s warm glow. A golden goddess made for me.
“Take it off,” she commanded softly, and I was helpless to resist.
I undid my belt first, the metal buckle clinking in the silence of the car. Then I unfastened the button of my jeans, sliding the zipper down. Finally I tugged the waistband of my boxer briefs down to reveal my cock, already stiff and standing for her.
My head went light as Lena licked her lips and shifted over to straddle me.
“You’re just so big,” she whispered, her gaze meeting mine shyly.
She hovered over me and wrapped her fingers around my erect cock, and I hissed through my teeth at the contact. Lena kept her blue-grey eyes on me, looking like a nymph that just emerged from the forests surrounding us.
“You’re my first, but not the first I’ve seen,” she admitted in a low voice. “I know you’re so very big…and it makes me so wet for you.” She gazed up at me through her lashes, pumped my shaft in her hand and bringing precum to the head.
Lena hovered just inches above my standing cock. “I’m so glad I gave my virginity to this big, thick cock,” she breathed in my ear.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Keep talking, baby.” My hands fumbled like a teenage boy’s as I got my condom on in record time. “Just bring that sweet pussy down on me.”
“Like this?” Lena’s eyes went heavy-lidded as she lowered herself, sliding her hot, tight passage down on my erection.
“Yesss…” My head fell back against the driver’s seat as Lena started to ride me. “Fuck yes, use that cock, baby.”
“Mmm.” Lena braced her knees on the leather seat and clasped her hands around the back of my neck.
She started moving her hips, hesitantly at first, then bolder as I urged her on with my hands. I could barely contain the groans from the back of my throat. Lena began moving lower and deeper than my hands were urging her to and it felt So. Fucking. Good.
“That’s it,” I breathed, cracking my palm on her ass as she moved on me. Lena moaned, shuddering from the pleasure-pain. “That’s it baby, you’re doing it so good…”
“I want you to think of me every time you get in your car,” Lena whispered, her eyes going silver in the dying light of the sun. “I want you to remember how I fucked you, how I made you feel so good you couldn’t hold back your cum.”
Jesus, I had to be in a dream. I couldn’t believe my goddamn luck. “Baby, where did you learn to talk like that?”
Her smile was slow and seductive. “I used my imagination,” she whispered in my ear.
My cock swelled at her words, getting so hard that the ache in my balls fucking hurt from holding back. I was dying to empty myself in her pussy, to shoot my semen into her. Thank fuck I had the sense to get the condom on, because I wouldn’t be able to hold back from blowing my load right inside her.
I grabbed on to Lena’s ass and thrust upwards, fucking her hard. The three thousand pound Ferrari started swaying from our movements.
“Oh yes…” Lena's voice was unsteady at the speed I was bouncing her on my erection. “Gabriel, that’s so good—”
And it was good, so damned good that I was gonna come just like that. The sun outside had all but disappeared and we missed the setting of it, but shit, I was having an even better show right now with Lena’s perky breasts bouncing right in front of my face.
I took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked hard.
“Gabriel!” Lena clasped my head close to her chest like she would die if she couldn’t get more if it.
I suckled at her breast as I continued to fuck her. It was so damned good that I never wanted it to end. It felt like nothing I ever had before, and even in my lust haze, I knew I’d never feel this way with anyone else again. No one but Lena Hastings could make me feel this way.
“I’m close, babe,” I rasped, my voice gravelly from lust. “Gonna cum all over you if you keep working that body.”
Lena kissed me, and our mouths meshed so hard we tasted blood.
“Then come,” she panted. “I want to feel you all over me. I need you, Gabriel. I…I need you. So much.”
“I need you too. Fuck, Lena, I need you so fucking much—”
We kissed hard again, moving on each other desperately. I was already buried so deep inside her, but I needed to be even closer to her or die trying.
I grabbed Lena’s hips and slammed her down on my cock, and Lena moaned louder. More dirty words poured out of her mouth, more pleas for me to fuck her harder.
Jesus, who knew that she had a vocabulary like that?
“Gabriel—” Her eyes went hazy as she kept moving on me, and I knew that the only thing she registered was the pleasure in her body. “I’m coming… I’m—oh, yes, yes, YES!”
Lena’s expression froze in a second of pure ecstasy, her body arched as she ground her pussy on me.
Then she cried out as her climax came crashing over her. She snapped her hips again and again on my cock, her insides clamped around every inch of me tighter than a hand as she rode out her orgasm, greedily using my cock to take her pleasure.
“Lena, shit—” She felt so fucking good around me that seconds later I had to pull out. I yanked the condom off just as my cum shot up and lashed across her breasts in thick ropes. I pumped my cock hard, squeezing every drop out.
Lena’s lips parted in arousal and fascination as she watched me come, until finally I fell back against the seat, completely spent.
She bit her lip, looking down her body and the evidence of my lust for her.
“Why do you do that?” she asked in wonder.
“Come all over you?” I grinned ruefully.
Her cheeks crested with a beautiful flush. “I don’t hate it,” she added quickly. “In fact…I like how it makes me feel.” Her cheeks turned redder. “But why?”
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “I’ve never done this with anyone else, but with you… I feel the need to mark you as mine.”
“I am yours.” She glanced down again with a twitching smile. “Don’t suppose you keep Kleenex in your glove compartment?”
“Sorry Mouse, this is your only option.” I tugged my t-shirt off, balled it up, and started cleaning her up.
“Thanks,” she murmured, her cheeks heating up once more.
I watched in amusement as Lena started to get self-conscious again. The boldness that her lust had given her was fading away, and shy Lena had returned. It was cute as hell.
After I tossed my t-shirt in the back of the car, I gathered Lena against my chest.
The sky outside had darkened to a deep blue, and it was time for us to start the drive back to New York before we lost all the light. But I found myself stalling, wanting even just another minute here with Lena in my arms.
We settled into companionable silence, and Lena started tracing patterns on my chest. It was something I noticed she did after sex, another whimsical habit I loved about her.
I wasn’t kidding myself about how I felt about this, or how I felt about Lena.
I was in love with her, plain and simple.<
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I didn’t know how I knew it when I had never even been in love before, but all the same I knew, just like I knew Lena’s shy smile mended the cracks in my heart and wrenched it wide open at the same time. I knew I loved her, just like I knew the sound of her soft laughter snatched the air out of my lungs, and how I knew the scent of her shampoo was my new favorite smell.
I wordlessly reached for Lena’s glasses, and she closed her eyes and let me take it from her. It was our ritual by now, and she blinked hazily as I polished the fog off the lenses.
“Are you ready?” I gently replaced her glasses on her face.
Lena didn’t have to ask what I meant. This was our last day of normalcy before she got roped into Jemima’s team tomorrow and everything changed.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, her blue-grey eyes looking troubled. “I’ve been working on this for a year, and the whole time I was so impatient. I thought I was ready, but now it’s really here I don’t know what’s going to happen to me.”
The thought of Lena being scared fucking gutted me. I knew how hard being in the spotlight could be, and I had lived through only a fraction of what she was about to go through.
I wished to hell that I could promise her that she wouldn’t be hurt, but I knew that wasn’t how the media worked. Her story would be doubted and challenged, her narrative twisted into weapons to be used against her.
“It’s gonna be hard, but no matter what happens I’ll be here.” I held Lena tight against my chest as if that could keep the demons away. “I’ll be here, so go as far and as high as you need to. Don’t look back. Just know that I’m right behind you.”
Lena glanced up at me, her lips parting in surprise.
Then she smiled slowly, and it was like seeing the sky clear after a stormy day. The air left my lungs, and I realised there was nothing else that mattered more to me right now than this moment.
“Say something, man. Don’t leave a guy hanging.” I bumped my forehead against hers, and she laughed softly.
“Okay,” she whispered, lacing her arms tighter about my neck. “Then stay with me.”
“Not going anywhere without you, Mouse.”
We kissed again, tenderly, taking our time to say everything to each other that couldn’t be said in words.
The next week passed quicker than any other in my life. Jemima was not exaggerating when she said she would put her best team on this. I was kept busy every day with my meetings with her team and my extra workloads at home all the way till the early hours of morning.
Before all this, I hadn’t realized the magnitude of Jemima James’ reach, and honestly it was a good thing I didn’t. If I had, I might have been too intimidated to even look her in the eye that day. Easton Entertainment was housed in their own building at Rockefeller Plaza, an old but stately skyscraper built in the sixties. Aside from mainstream channels, EE owned fourteen major publications and dozens of smaller ones that reached the entire country.
It was an entire world apart from The Tattler, but I didn’t even have the chance to freak out. Jemima’s assigned team was professional, sharp, and wasted no time getting all they needed from me. They had been thoroughly briefed on the documents I had handed over to Jemima, and while my resources and research were good enough for them to work off even without Isabella’s testimony, there was so much more to be done. Jemima was laying the groundwork for other women to come forward, and they would be the catalyst for change.
I was at once exhilarated and terrified, but Gabriel spent every other night with me at my tiny apartment. We didn’t have much time to talk because of my work at EE and his with Skyline Cap, which was due to launch in just over a month, but even the nights spent in his arms reassured me more than words ever could.
But now that it was the weekend and I had a breather, I needed to break the news to my parents, and to Karin and Allie after that. I’d never breathed a word about it to anyone, but I knew I had to tell them myself before the news broke on mainstream media.
To be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to it. My mother was sweet and kindly, but she turned into a grizzly bear when any of her cubs were threatened. My father was simply a grizzly bear all the time. They would be devastated.
After running through what I wanted to say, I dialed their number on the video call app on my phone. We kept in touch with regular texts, but the last time we chatted on video had to be two weeks ago. I didn’t realize until now just how much I missed talking to them.
The call connected through their laptop a minute later, and my parents’ blond heads came into frame. I had the same coloring as them, and no one could ever mistake me for someone else’s. Hunter, my younger brother, was the exact opposite, dark and large and imposing, and we always poked fun at him for it.
My mum said something onscreen, but no sound came when her mouth moved.
“You’re muted,” I called. “Click the microphone icon.”
My mum waved at the screen. “Hello? Hellooo?”
“Hey Mum, hey Dad! You’re on now!”
“Can you hear me?” my dad boomed.
“Loud and clear!”
“Lena! Goodness, how we missed you.” Mum squinted at the screen. “Have you been skipping your meals again?”
“The city isn’t good for her, I tell you,” my dad said smugly. “Nasty air, nasty people, and God knows what they put in their food.”
I raised my brow. “Dad, you’re the one who moved us to New York back then.”
“For your education!” he protested, and Mum and I laughed.
“New York isn’t perfect, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” I said honestly.
Dad gave a ‘hmph’ and folded his brawny arms over his impressive stomach. “You heard that Jillian? She said she hates the damn place.”
“Rob, let’s not talk our daughter’s ears off the moment she calls.”
I grinned as my parents bickered good-naturedly on the other end. After I entered college, they moved back with Hunter into our childhood home in Oklahoma where we grew up.
The living room seemed like it hadn’t changed at all since then. I could almost smell the familiar scent of freshly baked goods that seemed to linger in every corner of the house, and my chest tightened at the warmth it brought. With my previous job taking up so much of my time, I haven’t had the chance to visit since my graduation. I found myself wishing I had.
As Dad angled the laptop on the coffee table and settled himself on the overstuffed couch, my mum bustled out of the frame to the kitchen. Knowing her, it was to boil water for tea. Mum was never without her tea and biscuits during a chat.
“How’s New York treating you, dear?” she called from the kitchen.
“Good, actually. How’s Hunter?”
“He’s out with his girlfriend, but oh, we have some wonderful news!” Mum said excitedly as she hurried back into the frame armed with two steaming cups of tea. “Hunter got offered an athletic scholarship! Guess where to?”
I gasped. “Where!”
“Bramston!” my parents chorused.
“My alma mater?” I raised my brows. “Wasn’t Penn State his first choice for wrestling? He must be disappointed.”
“Bramston is a great college,” my mother protested. “He’ll be closer to you in the city, and I know I read somewhere that they produce an impressive number of CEO’s.”
I laughed. “Mum, I think the last thing Hunter wants to be is a CEO.”
“Wrestling ain’t gonna get him anywhere,” Dad said gruffly. “It’s a poor man’s sport. He should’ve taken up baseball like a good American kid.”
“Dad,” I said reproachfully as my mum slapped him hard on the arm.
“That’s rude Rob, our pockets aren’t that deep either in case you haven’t noticed,” Mum snarked. “The kitchen pipes need fixing and I’ve been going on about them for months now.”
Dad looked properly chastised, and I laughed, grateful to be with my family again even if they were a thousand m
iles away.
But just as quickly, my laugh faded when I remembered what I had called them for.
My father immediately sensed that something was wrong.
“What is it, Lena?” His questioning frown darted between my mother and me. “Something happened in the city?”
I cleared my throat and sat straighter.
This was it. It was now time to tell them.
“Promise me you’ll stay calm, Dad,” I began.
“I’ll stay calm if it’s nothing to be worked up about, not when you tell me to,” Dad said sharply.
My mum furrowed her brows and perched herself on the edge of the couch.
“What is it, dear?” she asked carefully.
I looked down at my clasped hands in my lap, all too aware of their eyes on me. I didn’t know how they were going to react to what I was about to say, and the uncertainty made me nervous.
I braced myself with a deep breath and then I told them—everything that had happened with Jacob Kline two weeks ago and a year ago, all I’d done to stop him since then, what was going to happen in the coming months. I left nothing out except my relationship with Gabriel.
Mum and Dad were deathly silent when I was finished.
“He didn’t hurt me,” I quickly added, my fingers twisting the hem of my t-shirt so tightly it was a wonder it didn’t rip. “I got away both times. I’m physically stronger than you think,” I said with a forced laugh. “It must be those ballet classes Mum forced me to go to back then.”
More silence. I heard only the ticking of the clock behind me, and the faint bubbling of boiling water in the kettle in my parents’ kitchen.
I bit my lip as I waited for them to say something. My mum’s face had gone pale, and my dad’s had gone dark. His furious eyes were gleaming with pure rage.
“I’ll kill him,” he said in a hoarse whisper. The simple vow scared me more than any loud proclamation could. “I’ll fucking kill him.”
He shoved to his feet. “Where’s my shotgun,” he muttered as he strode towards the bedroom.
“Dad, wait!”
“Rob—”
My parents disappeared out of frame, and to my alarm I heard furious shouting from my father and urgent, hushed whispers from my mum.
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