His Stolen Secret (His Secret: A NOVELLA SERIES Book 2)

by Terri Anne Browning

As the bra fell to the floor, I started to lower my underwear. When they were gone, I only had my heels on. Despite my shyness, I had never felt as sexy as right then and there, with his eyes eating up every inch of me.

  “Make me a new one.”

  With one large hand, he caught my left hip, pulling me against him so hard I knew I would feel his fingers for days to follow. “I promise to take my time, to worship every inch of your amazing body.” He started to lower his head, his mint flavored breath brushing over my parted lips. “I promise to make every part of you feel good. And I promise you will beg for more when it’s all over.”

  My knees started to buckle at just the mental pictures that popped into my head with each word out of his mouth. He grasped my right hip with his other hand, anchoring me against him, refusing to let me fall.

  “I-I like those promises,” I murmured, brushing my lips over his chin as I bit my nails into his chest through his button-up. “Follow through, Dom. Make them a reality.”

  His fingers contracted on my bare flesh, and he lifted me until my feet dangled off the ground. I didn’t have time to wrap my legs around him before he was backing us up, moving toward his bed behind him. When the mattress hit the back of his knees, he stopped and sat, with me in his lap. I parted my legs and straddled him.

  The proof of his erection was straining against the seam of his dress pants, threatening to burst through, stroking over my wet folds as I opened to him. He never let up his hold on my flesh, squeezing and massaging, helping me grind my wetness against him. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right, as what he was making me feel right then.

  My head fell back onto my shoulders as I twisted my hips, my eyes rolling back into my head at the pleasure while my shoes fell to the floor. “Dom,” I moaned, pushing my pelvis down harder.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “Babe, the door is still open.” He fell back, taking me with him. Then he rolled so he was over me. He brushed his lips over my jaw then reluctantly left me. “Two seconds, I swear.”

  I felt cold without his heat against me. Shivering, I scooted up on the bed and pulled the covers down until I could crawl under them.

  Dom closed and locked his door, then turned to find me getting comfortable in his bed. “Shit,” he muttered as he pulled his jacket off in a rush, then started to loosen his tie. By the time he returned to the bed, his chest was bare and he was working on his belt.

  I watched in utter fascination as the belt and top button were undone. Then he slowly lowered his zipper before pushing his pants and boxer briefs down his hips, making his cock spring free.

  I sucked in a shaky breath as I got a good look at what I had been daydreaming of touching, licking, sucking for months now.

  It wasn’t just long, but thick, with a pink mushroom head and dark veins popping out along the wide shaft. There were clear drops of liquid weeping from the slit at the top that had my mouth watering for some reason at the thought of licking them away.

  As he straightened, he picked up his pants, pulling two foil packets out of the back pocket. Tossing them on the bed beside me, he then pulled the covers back, refusing to let me stay hidden under them.

  As his eyes ate up the sight of me, I fell back against his pillows. Pink filled me cheeks in a mixture of need and that damn shyness that wouldn’t let me speak.

  I knew and loved this man, yet this was a side that we had only teased at exploring. I didn’t know what to do or how to act, and I was scared I would screw it all up and he wouldn’t want me anymore. So, I just laid there, spread out for his taking.

  Dom climbed onto the bed beside of me, stretching his long body along my own as he lowered his head and captured my mouth in a kiss that would have had my head spinning if I wasn’t lying on my back right then. With one hand, he cupped my neck, tickling his fingers down my throat then lower until he cupped my breast.

  His thickness pulsed against my thighs, but he didn’t try to touch me there yet.

  I tried to touch him, but every time I moved my fingers, he would grasp my hand and lift it above my head while he continued to kiss me.

  “Dom,” I whimpered as he pinched my nipple and twisted. “I want to touch you.”

  “I made you a promise, Triss. If you touch me, I’ll end up breaking it, and I can’t have that happening.”

  He kissed his way down my neck until his lips met his fingers and replaced them. My back arched against his mouth, trying to get closer. With each tug of his lips, a pulse would throb between my legs, making me squirm against his hardness. The wetness between my legs rubbed over him, smearing across us both as his body unconsciously thrust against mine.

  I tried to pull my hands free, but his hold only tightened. The look on his face was stern as he lifted his head to look down at me.

  “I need to touch you,” I whispered, trying to breathe as the pleasure his hands were evoking threatened to steal away the last of my sane reasoning. “Please.”

  With a deep throated groan, he released my hands. And, as soon as his hold was gone, I was tracing over every inch of him I could reach. Feeling his heat, the hard muscles on his arms and back, only heightened my pleasure. I stroked my nails down his back, careful at first, but when he growled something I couldn’t understand and sucked my nipple roughly against the roof of his mouth, I bit my nails into his flesh, scratching down his back. The noise that left him was a mixture of pained pleasure that spurred me to do it again.

  “Hell, Triss, you’re gonna draw blood.”

  Regret instantly filled me, and I started to apologize, but he stopped me.

  “I love it, but I’m about to come all over you if you don’t stop.” He kissed my lips again. “Let me make you come, baby. Let me get your pussy all wet and ready for me. Then I’ll let you scratch the fuck out of me.”

  Before I could speak, he returned to feasting on my body, showing my other nipple the same attention.

  I felt bolder after what he had just confessed, and I found myself exploring more than just his back and arms. I stroked my hands down his ass, enjoying the contrast of the hair on the back of his thighs against my soft fingers as I traveled lower.

  Dom kissed his way down my abdomen, pausing only for a moment to dip his tongue into my belly button. The feeling of having that tiny hole stretched and prodded by his wet tongue had liquid gushing from my pussy as he urged my legs apart.

  As soon as I opened my thighs, I could smell myself. It was like a sweet incense filling the room, with the scents of honey and the floral body wash I used.

  He moved down until I felt his breath on the inside of my thighs. Then I heard him inhale long and deeply, as if he were savoring my scent.

  I felt pink start to fill my cheeks, but my shy embarrassment quickly disappeared when I felt his tongue lick me from my opening up to where I pulsed and ached the most.

  Everything inside of me tightened and started to convulse as he pressed his tongue down hard against that little ball of nerves, and then sucked it between his teeth. With the sharp pierce of his teeth mixed with the mind-blowing pleasure of having him suck on my clit, I couldn’t have held back the scream of pure pleasure if I’d had a gun to my head. He sucked and licked and twisted his tongue in a way that had my hips lifting off the bed in an attempted to get closer.

  “Oh, God,” I whimpered repeatedly. “Dom, please. Please. Please.” I didn’t know what I was begging for, but he seemed to know what I needed.

  I felt him tease at my entrance with his thumb, then thrust carefully inside.

  My entire body seemed to convulse now as he invaded my most intimate hole. Still, it didn’t send me flying as I so desperately wanted to fly.

  Pulling his thumb free, he stretched me with his index and middle fingers. They opened and closed inside of me like scissors. My hips thrust against his fingers, wanting them deeper, wanting more.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight, Triss,” he groaned against my clit. “I’m not going to last long when I get inside this tight heat. Come for me, ba
by. I want to taste your pussy when you fall apart for me.”

  I barely heard him as the blood rushed through my ears and something deep inside of me exploded into a million blinding stars. He didn’t let up on my clit, though, eating me with a hunger that seemed to consume him as he buried his head between my legs and sucked up every drop of the sweet cream that was flooding from my pussy.

  Then he pulled his fingers from me, and when I whimpered from the loss to my sensitized hole, he rewarded me by replacing them with three fingers. He was rougher this time, thrusting them deeper until they reached and bounced off the gift I had only ever thought to give him.

  His head snapped up when he felt it again, and I instinctively shifted away from his fingers as he held them completely still deep inside me.

  “I’ve never thought this would happen,” he told me in a voice rough with all the need that shined out of his eyes. “I dreamed about it plenty of times, but I never really let myself believe it could happen. Are you sure about this, Triss? Are you certain you want me to be the one to take this from you?”

  I licked my suddenly dry lips and slowly nodded, pressing up against his fingers this time instead of pulling away. “I’ve only ever wanted to give it to you, Dom. It belongs to you.”

  I belong to you.

  Something darkened in his eyes. Possessiveness? Love? I couldn’t tell which it was, but it made my heart shudder in my chest.

  “Thank you, baby.” He kissed my pussy one more time, letting his tongue stroke over my clit again and dragging a shocked cry from me when my body began to pulse all over again.

  He then sat up on his knees and looked down at me for a long moment while he cupped his hand around his shaft and stroked his long cock. More clear drops beaded on the tip, and I reached out without realizing what I was going to do, stroking my index finger over his slit then lifting those drops to my mouth. I sucked my finger to the knuckle, surprised by the salty-flavored musk that exploded on my tongue.

  “Fucking hell, Triss. How am I supposed to keep a clear head long enough to treat you like the queen you deserve to be treated as when you do things like that?” He pressed my thighs farther open and moved until the tip of his cock was right at my opening.

  “Dom,” I moaned as he dipped the tip in then pulled back, teasing me again and again with just the head of his cock until my walls were clenching in an attempt to suck him deeper. “Give me everything, Dom. Please.”

  “Fuck,” he breathed as he sunk deeper. He didn’t pull back this time, slowly giving me an inch at a time.

  When the tip hit my hymen, I stiffened, expecting the pain that was about to come. However, he didn’t give me time to think about it as he pulled back again, and then thrust hard until he was completely seated deep inside of me.

  “Okay?” he asked between clenched teeth.

  “I’m okay,” I got out weakly. The pain had been harsh but quick, and now I only felt stretched and full. “Please, Dom. I’m ready for more. Give me everything.”

  He groaned, shifting his hips. “I love this tight pussy, Triss. The way it grips me and holds me like a prisoner deep inside you. It’s mine now, baby. I own this pussy.”

  “Yes,” I gasped out.

  “Say it,” he commanded, thrusting deep once again. “Say the words.”

  “You own it,” I rushed to comply. “You own … me.”

  Dom fell forward on his arms, capturing my lips with his and kissing me long and hard as he continued to take possession of my body.

  I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles at the base of his spine as I urged him on harder with each pleasure-filled whimper that he dragged from me.

  “Triss!” My name came out a roar as his release snuck up on him and he began to fill me with one hot spray of come after another. The new heat only spiked my own pleasure higher, and as he continued to thrust his hips, working through the powerful release that was making him shake, I came again.

  SEVEN

  Dom

  Present Day

  THE NURSE AT THE STATION gave me a flirty smile as I walked past. I wasn’t normally on this floor, but on the rare occasions that I was, the nurses always stopped and tried to flirt with me. I never paid them any attention, barely gave them a second thought, but today, I wanted to blend into the background.

  The woman I was going to see wasn’t even my patient, and I didn’t know how Triss would react if she knew I was visiting her mother.

  I had used my connections to find out what room Savanna Everest was in. I knew that she was going to my stepfather’s house the next morning, so I wanted to check on her before she left.

  I walked to the end of the corridor and lifted my hand to tap on the partially closed door to one of the more luxurious private rooms the hospital had to offer.

  “Come in,” a small, fragile-sounding voice called out at my knock, and I cautiously stepped inside, unsure of how welcome I was going to be with Savanna.

  As I entered the room, I saw a tiny woman sitting up in bed, looking out at the gray clouds and the busy city below. The room was decorated with many pictures that looked as if one of her young daughters had drawn them, as well as a few that looked almost professional. A bouquet of flowers sat on the small nightstand, and a single balloon floated above it that read “Get Well Soon.”

  Savanna had always been a small woman and just as beautiful as her daughter. Vivacious and full of life. Triss had always talked about her with a look of utter love in her eyes when she would tell me how her months with her mother and stepfather were going. I knew the two were close, possibly closer than most mother/daughter relationships. Certainly closer than my own mother and sister were.

  Now her skin was yellow with jaundice, and she looked like a skeleton with skin stretched tight over her body. She wore a bright floral scarf around her head, and when she turned to look at me, I saw the pain that she fought hard to mask quickly when she realized who I was.

  “Triss isn’t here,” she told me in a cold tone, scooting up in bed and clasping her hands together on top of the handmade quilt that covered her legs.

  I closed the door and crossed to the foot of her bed. “I know, Mrs. Everest. I made sure she wasn’t before I came.”

  Surprise flicked in her blue-gray eyes before she put up a wall. Like mother, like daughter. Triss had always been good at putting up her walls, especially whenever my mother had been around. I had thought she was overreacting where my mother was concerned. Apparently, I hadn’t taken it nearly as serious as I should have.

  Not for the first time, regret churned in my gut. I pushed it down as Savanna turned her cold eyes up to me.

  “Then why are you here?”

  I still didn’t know the full answer to that question. I had told myself I wanted to check on Triss’s mother, that it was just the doctor in me that wanted to see if I could do anything for this sick woman. Nevertheless, I knew deep down it was more complicated than that. I wanted to find a way back into Triss’s life, and the only way I knew to do that was to go through her mother.

  “How are you feeling today?” I stepped closer, scanning over her in a quick examination.

  The whites of her eyes were yellow, telling me the jaundice was worse than I had originally thought. She had a heart monitor attached to her, but it was on silent so the constant beeping from it wouldn’t disturb her. There was an IV in the back of her left hand that was giving her fluids, as well as meds. I had spoken with her doctor once I had found out who he was, and after hearing his prognosis, I knew that Savanna was on borrowed time.

  “I’m dying, or didn’t your snoops tell you that?” She rolled her eyes at me, yet again reminding me of her daughter.

  Seeing the resemblance of the woman I had never been able to get out of my head in this dying woman made my heart hurt with compassion. “Triss told me you were losing the battle to cancer. I just didn’t know how bad it was. I’m sorry.”

  A long sigh left her lips, and she gave me a grim smile. “Triss
.” She shook her head. “She thinks that now that she has the money to help me, she can work miracles. She lies to me and herself, and says she only wants to make me comfortable, but I know my daughter too well. I can see the hope in her eyes. She wants to pull some kind of magic out of the new bag of tricks her father’s money has opened up to her, but it’s too late for that.”

  “I’m sorry,” I murmured again, knowing it wasn’t enough, but it was all I could offer her right then.

  It was obvious to me that she had accepted she was going to die, quite possibly sooner than she was telling her daughter from what her oncologist had told me.

  “You didn’t answer my question. Why are you here?”

  I thrust my hands into my pants pockets. “Maybe I want some clarity. For seven years, I thought that Triss was responsible for Kim’s overdose. Now—”

  “Now your eyes have been forced open and you regret not listening to your heart in the first place?” Her forehead wrinkled as her hairless brows lifted. “You want me to tell you it’s okay that you threw my daughter out of your life when everyone else who she trusted and loved did?”

  “No,” I assured her. “I realize I made a huge mistake, but I’m not looking for you to absolve me of my sins for what I did. What I’m asking of you is to tell me how she has been over those seven years. I thought Robert was still giving her an allowance, paying for college—all the things she was used to.”

  “He cut it all off,” she said with a twist of her lips. “It was like she didn’t even exist to him any longer. She wasn’t spoiled, but her father took care of her up until then. She never wanted for anything. Then, suddenly she had to fight against the real world. College became a pipe dream for her. Her car was taken away from her, her bank account emptied, and her cards canceled. Overnight, she went from a comfortable life to nothing.”

  My hands balled into fists in my pockets. “What did she do?”

  Savanna shrugged her thin shoulders. “She pulled up her big girl panties and found herself a job. She saved up and got herself an apartment. Derrick and I hated for her to be on her own in that place, but she needed some independence.”