The Merger: The Ryan Family Books One-Three

by Loni Ree

  “Fuck, you feel good, doll,” he breathes in my ear as he fucks me into the bed. Without warning, the biggest orgasm of my life slams into me before I even have time to adjust to his massive member. Loud flesh smaking noises resonate throughout the room as he keeps pounding away at me, and I dig my nails into his back when I scream my pleasure for all to hear. I’ve lost count of how many mind-blowing orgasms this man has wrung out of me.

  His swollen rod gets even bigger before he pulls out and blasts his seed all over my stomach while shouting, “Fuck.”

  After a few second of silence, he breathlessly declares, “Fuck, princess. I never forget to wear rubbers. What have you done to me?”

  “We have nothing to worry about,” I pant out, too well-fucked to care. In the back of my mind, a thought whispers through - surely, after the week I’ve had, fate wouldn’t be that cruel to me. Would it? I sure as hell hope not. Before I get too caught up in my thoughts, he cleans me up then pulls me up against his large chest, and I snuggle in and fall deep asleep, too exhausted to examine the situation any further.

  Waking up sometime later, I feel his deep, even breathing up against my back. After carefully sliding out from under his massive arm and scooting gently out of bed, I take one last look at the man who definitely made me forget my troubles for the night. My one-night stand is tall, dark, and incredibly handsome. He’s freaking huge with a couple of well-placed tattoos, a fierce tribal tattoo with the initials B.A.D. intertwined within it and stretches across his massive chest. The man has gorgeous chocolate brown eyes that turn almost black when he orgasms. I’m guessing he’s a few years older than me because his dark brown hair has a sprinkling of gray at the temples, but that doesn’t bother me; he has perfected his bedroom skills in those years. Thanking fate or God or whoever else is responsible for him walking into the bar last night and finding me, I think back to the night before.

  Last night as I sat there trying to forget my worries, the hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I felt his intense stare the minute he shoved his way into the bar. I really needed a night out to relieve some of the stress that has been overwhelming me lately. This man definitely made me forget my troubles temporarily. Trying to act unaffected by him when he walked up to my table, was difficult since I wanted to jump him on the spot. When he offered to help me forget my problems, I jumped at the chance to live dangerously for once and took him up on his offer. Every woman in the bar was staring daggers at me as I dragged him away last night. Now, my only regret is that I have to leave before getting to know my mystery lover.

  As I snap my jeans, I hear, “You know it’s rude to leave without saying goodbye.” He throws the covers back and stands, and my eyes follow the sheets until they fall past his rigid shaft and slide to the ground. He smirks and raises one eyebrow when he catches me staring at his hot flesh, but I just shrug my shoulder. Needing to leave before I jump him, I inch towards the door.

  “We both know this was a one-night stand. Why stay for the awkward morning after?”

  “At least tell me why you were trying to drown your sorrows last night.” He stalls me, as he pulls on his pants, his steely length isn't staring at me which makes conversation easier.

  Since he isn’t going to let me leave without an explanation, the sad, embarrassing story tumbles out.

  “My dad and older brother are huge assholes. They think men should control the world, so my dad put my older brother in control of our family business and gave me a job in the marketing department. Every time I ‘act up,’ one of them threatens my job. I’m thinking of leaving the company altogether because I'm tired of dealing with their shit and being known as ‘Christopher Steele’s daughter,’ and ‘Christopher Steele, Jr.’s sister.’ I have worked hard to be so much more than what they’ve tried to force me to be, but my dad, the male chauvinist, can’t handle a strong woman.”

  I’m rattling on and on, still a little distracted by his bulging erection, when I notice that my lover has gone deathly still, and his mouth is hanging open in surprise. The shock of his clenched fist flying into the wall scares the shit out of me.

  “Motherfucking son of a bitch. Goddamnit, how the fuck did I find the perfect fucking woman, and she’s Drew fucking Steele’s niece? Fuck me. Drew is going to castrate me.” He continues to rant and pace around the room.

  Comprehending what he said, all thoughts of his massive cock fly right out of my mind. “Wait, back up a minute. You know my Uncle Drew?”

  “I work for your fucking Uncle Drew as a field operative at DRS,” he continues his meltdown. I hear him muttering “fuck,” under his breath repeatedly. After dropping on the bed, I try to come to terms with the situation I woke up to find myself in. It’s just my luck to complicate my life even more by sleeping with my uncle’s employee.

  Now I know it’s time to get the hell out of here.

  “All the more reason to forget this ever happened,” I insist as I hop off the bed. The last thing I see while rushing out the door is the grim look on his face.

  When I get home, I slip off my shoes and carefully creep up the winding staircase. Hopefully, everyone is still sleeping, so they don’t witness my walk of shame. The last thing I want to deal with this early in the morning is their shit. At the top of the stairs, I run into Christopher, which dashes my hopes of sneaking in unnoticed.

  “Have fun? I hope you got paid well because you look like a whore,” he mocks as I walk past, and I barely resist slapping the sneer off of his shiny face.

  “You’re just jealous because I know how to have fun, and I don’t ask Daddy for permission first. By the way, that thing in your pants, you can use it for more than just to pee,” I keep walking to my room.

  Later that afternoon, my dad is lurking in the dining room, waiting for me to walk by on my way to the kitchen for lunch. He blocks my passage to the kitchen, so I have no choice but to listen to his shit.

  “Late night or should I say very early morning?”

  Damn, I thought I waited late enough for everyone to be gone.

  “I’m too old to answer to you,” I reply before I try to turn around and walk right back out.

  “Acting like a teenage slut reflects badly on this family, so what you do is my business. The next time you come home half-dressed, I might have to reconsider your position at Steele Co.,” the pretentious jerk threatens.

  “Do you threaten Chrissy Boy’s job every time he gets laid? Oh yeah, he’s saving himself for marriage,” I taunt as I watch my father’s face turns an angry shade of red before I stomp out of the room.

  It’s well past time to look for my own apartment. At thirty-one years old, I need to move out of my asshole father’s house. I refuse to be held hostage any longer by his threats of being disowned and discredited in the business community. Having already lived far too many years under the tyrant’s thumb, I refuse to give him any more time.

  Blake

  Friday night, I pass out with a sore dick and a warm, gorgeous woman in my arms, and don’t think life could get any better. Later, after waking up and getting the fucking shock of my life when I discover my perfect woman is Lucy Steele, things go to shit. Fuck Me. When she tries to leave the second time, I’m too shocked by her revelation to stop her. After she runs out on me, I sit in that damn hotel room surrounded by her alluring scent and stare at the fucking wall for hours, calling myself a goddamn moron. It doesn’t matter what family she belongs to; from the moment I laid eyes on her in that bar, she became mine, so I need to fucking fight for her. Unfortunately, before I can make my move, a goddamn emergency assignment comes up, and I have to leave town.

  The first night in Oslo fucking Norway, I fall into bed exhausted from jet lag; I lie back on the sheets as Lucy slowly makes her way down my chest, dragging her nails lightly along my fevered skin as she goes. When she gets to my begging erection, Lucy winks at me as she softly licks the tip and then closes her sinful lips around it and hollows her cheeks to suck forcefully. She fondles my balls li
ghtly then jacks me off while drawing back greedily on my throbbing flesh. After grunting, I ejaculate without warning, which wakes me the fuck up, and I find myself lying on the soaking sheets with my aching shaft clinched in my own fist. Following my shower, I conclude that sleep is not going to happen any time soon, so I try to get a little work done.

  The next day, we’re providing discreet protection for a minor government official when he picks his girlfriend up for dinner. From the back, the woman could easily pass for Lucy with her tiny body topped with pale gold hair that flows down to her pert little ass. When she turns to the side, the resemblance ends there, and I’m happy I won’t be jealous of the pompous slob she’s going to dinner with for the rest of the night.

  The small reminder of Lucy is enough to plant my girl’s memory foremost in my mind for the rest of the night. I can’t help but think about the night I spent with her, and my fucking cock stays hard the whole fucking time we watch this joker. By the time I finally return to the hotel, I’m so fucking worked up, I have to head straight into the shower to release the load building up in my nuts. Before the water even warms, I climb into the shower and take my hard, aching arousal into my hand and pump it to thoughts of Lucy’s luscious pink cunt. It only takes a few strokes before a geyser of white spunk hits the marble wall, and I sag up against the cold surface, fighting to catch my breath. Hopefully, the fucker will stay down for a few minutes and give me a small amount of relief before the pressure builds again.

  Over the next several weeks, I conclude that forgetting this woman is impossible. Every day, there’s something that reminds me of Lucy, and I think about her almost continuously. My fucking engorged shaft is so goddamn tired of my hand, but the stupid fucker seems to be filled with an endless stream of semen since I have never-ending dreams of Lucy. I can picture her naked in my bed, exhausted and sweaty after I made love to her or smiling and happy in my living room after we watch a funny movie together. I can see her fitting into my life and never leaving.

  In all my thirty-seven years, I have never felt this way about any woman. I fell hard for her, and I can’t stop thinking about her, no matter how hard I try. The days in Oslo drag by so slowly, and when the day finally comes to leave, I realize that in the past, I never wanted to return home from a job so badly. My feelings for Lucy have turned this laid-back bachelor and workaholic into an obsessed asshole who will do whatever it takes to win his girl.

  16

  Lucy

  Sunday night, I call Jessica and ask her for the name of her realtor so I can get out of my dad's house. She gladly gives me the referral, and the realtor promises to have a list of apartments for me by the end of the day Monday. Jessica understands my urgency in looking for a new living arrangement. We became friends several months ago when she began working at Steele Co. Because my asshole brother was so difficult to please, she was forced to look for another job; fortunately, she found a position at my uncle’s company.

  I spend the day catching up on all the tedious crap I have to do at work. At lunch, I contact a headhunter since the time has come to find a new job to go with my new outlook and my new start on life. When I fail to distract myself, my thoughts automatically return to my night with Blake, and I regret running out on him.

  By Wednesday, his memory has completely invaded my dreams, but I try to convince myself that I have way too much on my plate to take on a new relationship right now.

  My new apartment is ready two days later, and I don’t waste any time before moving into the small but lovely apartment. It’s nothing like my family’s grand mansion, but I'm thrilled to have a home that is all mine. My new neighbors are a wonderful elderly couple on one side of the hall and a college student right next door. The adorable retired couple across the hall, Lillian and George Devin, bring me muffins for breakfast my first Saturday morning in the apartment to welcome me to the building. I’m so happy to finally have somewhere to live where I feel relaxed and at home.

  My life is starting to move forward, and I have interviews set up for jobs, so I can finally be completely free of my father and brother. I spend the next several weeks settling into my new home, trying to adjust to life on my own while fighting a deep sense of loss for a man I only had for a few hours.

  One morning, several weeks later, as I take a sip of my cold coffee, my office door suddenly slams open, and my dad stomps in and kicks the door shut behind him. I sigh, knowing he isn’t here for a friendly chat, which is confirmed when he speaks.

  “Since you moved out and decided to no longer be a part of this family, I feel you may also want to work somewhere else.”

  I rise and look the bastard right in the eye before I respond, “You know what, Dad, I agree, I’ll start looking right away. If you would prefer me to leave now instead of giving notice, just let me know.”

  Watching as the bastard realizes he isn’t going to scare me with his petty threats, I wait for his next move. His eyes narrow to slits, and an angry red flush covers his face before he turns and yanks the door open with so much force that it bounces back several times and leaves a mark on the wall. The money I inherited from my grandparents’ trust ensures I never have to bow to his or anyone else’s wishes again. From that afternoon on, my assignments get more mundane and mindless, but I’ll deal until I find a new job.

  My bullshit assignments aren’t occupying my mind, and I think about Blake non-stop. I finally admit to myself that forgetting him isn't an option, so I’ll have to go after him, screw my uncle.

  Hopefully, Jessica is willing to help me again. We meet at Fat Mack’s Diner for lunch, and once we order, I spill the whole story about that unforgettable night.

  Her eyes pop out of her head, and she starts laughing before she manages to say, “Oh my god, you slept with Blake David. I hope you know he’s been Drew’s freaking best friend for a long time, from when they were in the service together. Wow, girlfriend, you pick the top of the line to go bad with. Drew is going to have a fit, but I’m jealous, Blake is hot.”

  “I don’t care how Drew feels; I made a mistake when I ran out on Blake. I know I pissed him off, but I want to contact him and try again. Do you know how I can get in touch with him?”

  Jessica sighs heavily before she answers, “I’m sorry to say; he’s out of the country on a security assignment right now that could last several more weeks. DRS is so busy; the jobs are always several weeks at least, but I'll let you know when he is due home.”

  Jessica is turning into the first real friend I’ve had in a long time, since trying to keep up with my family’s expectations didn’t leave time for friendships. We decide to have weekly lunch dates from now on, and I’m looking forward to Blake returning from his assignment.

  My obsession for Blake grows the longer he’s gone. Every time I close my eyes, I picture his dark ones as he stared down at me while he fucked the holy shit out of me. I can still feel the dark stubble on his chin as he rubbed his face along my secret parts.

  Every morning, I wake up sweaty and horny from dreaming about him. I’ve gone through countless batteries, but my battery-operated friend is no substitute for the real thing. My chest hurts from thinking about him rocking any other woman’s world while I’m making do with my vibrator. The constant memories of the first night we met run through my mind and forgetting Blake is impossible, no matter how hard I try which means I need to come up with a plan to make Blake fall for me.

  Jessica calls to tells me that Blake returned to the office earlier that morning. Finally, with Blake back in town after almost two months, I can stop fantasizing about him and make my move. I offer to bring Uncle Drew some paperwork, hoping I’ll run into Blake, but I’m disappointed when Jessica’s the only person on the executive floor at DRS Security. Before I push the button on the elevator to leave, though, a large hand grabs my arm, drags me through the first door, and turns the lock. After getting my bearings, I see that we’re in an empty conference room.

  “What are you doing?” I ask when I
see Blake’s amused expression.

  “Looking for me, princess?” he bends and laps at my neck with his skillful tongue.

  When Blake starts nibbling lightly on my collarbone, I forget everything and grab for his belt. He pushes my hands out of the way and has his pants shoved down to his knees, and my panties pushed to the side before I can take a breath. Blake lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he sinks into me with his hardened shaft. I throw my head back to scream, and Blake quickly covers my mouth with his to swallow the sound. While he’s plundering my mouth, Blake lays me on the conference table without pausing his powerful thrusts. The only thing keeping me from flying across the shiny table is his arms locked around my shoulders.

  “Still so fucking good. Fuck, cum now,” he grunts as his thrusts become erratic, and I scream as I suddenly orgasm without warning.

  He pounds his fist on the table above my head and roars when he explodes a few seconds after me.

  “I had convinced myself that I imagined how good your pussy felt,” Blake groans after he pulls out.

  Looking sheepishly at me while we try to straighten our clothes, he laughs and continues, “I wanted to contact you before today, but I was out of the country on an assignment until last night. I planned on finding your number and calling you today, but you magically appeared for me.”

  Then he asks me, “Can I take you to dinner tonight and maybe we can get to know each other a little before I fuck the hell out of you again?”

  “I would love to have dinner with you.”

  After running my hand through my hair to fix the damage done by Blake's hands, I take Blake’s phone and type in my number before agreeing on a time for our date. I’m so excited. Things are going better than I could have ever imagined; the attraction is definitely not one-sided.