He chuckled and broke the kiss before laying me back on the bed. “You are so beautiful Hannah. I have wanted to do that for years.” He kissed along my jaw and neck holding my arms above my head. “You taste even better than I thought you would.”
Damn… it felt good. No fear. Nothing but him. He was so attentive. Careful with my bruises, gentle on my body as he touched me everywhere. Kissed me everywhere. I was fine until he went to kiss my lower lips—I flinched.
He kept his cool. “Trust me?” His hands stroked my thighs. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I know. I want this.”
He nodded still stroking my thighs. He kissed from my knee up before repeating on the other side. I thought he would do it again but his hot mouth went over my clit, licking me deep.
My eyes rolled before I lifted my head to look at him.
He winked and grunted as he really got to work.
My eyes rolled again, and my head went back against the mattress while I panted.
The orgasm built and I was so ready for it and he changed what he was doing… What the hell? Then he did it again. I looked at him with a ‘what the fuck’ look.
The bastard winked and did it to me again.
He was driving me out of my fucking skin!
A finger went in and I didn’t flinch because it made me want to come. But NOOO! That would be too much to ask!
He did it again, another finger entered and he held back just when….
“Charlie, I need to come,” I begged, feeling like I was being driven out of my skin.
“Not yet.” Was the response I got right before I went to grab him by the hair. He laughed and grabbed my hands. “Not. Yet.” His fingers inside me still moving at a maddening pace, hitting every spot that made me hot. “Put your arms above your head, Hannah. I am only just starting with you.”
“I am going to rip your hair out,” I threatened.
He just smiled. “Really, you want to tear my hair out? He moved and then kissed me deeply…
His fingers changed their movement just as I was about to COME AGAIN! HOW DID HE KNOW!
“Hannah, I know you’re getting sensitive. But you’re going to just have to roll with it because when I put my cock inside you, you are going to be ready.”
“I am ready now,” I mewled pathetically.
“No, my dear. You are not ready. Relax, we have all night.”
Well, he drove me insane. When he finally let me have his cock inside me, he stopped moving until it stopped again. He kissed me to stop the abuse raining from my mouth. “Hannah?”
“Yeah?”
“I am going to fuck you now.”
His cock hit deep inside me three times before the orgasm started to build. The sixth stroke landed sweet. I detonated.
He swallowed my cries, his big body impossible to move off mine as he drove into me and the orgasm just seemed to build again.
The third time, he flipped me over and drove into me from behind going deeper. He pulled my hair, slapped my ass and rode me like a bucking bronco while I was helpless screaming from pleasure. Completely overloaded. He swapped and changed positions, my body became a slave to his.
Around four in the morning, I lay with him spooning me. Completely wrung out and feeling the best I had in ages.
“Promise me you will find a nice guy that treats you like a goddess and fucks you like I just did.”
“Any tips on where to find that?” I smiled looking out the window.
“I have no idea.” He kissed the back of my neck. “But if he doesn’t fuck you like I did, he isn’t the man for you.”
Time would heal me properly but Charlie had made me feel clean. He’d washed that bastard off me. I smiled as I went to sleep.
Kate
Well, I’d been babysat and debriefed. I was ok. I wasn’t overly concerned about a butt plug or a dildo. He hadn’t touched me other than to tape my tits. I’d gotten over the drugs. I was officially on holidays. I had cuddled the kids and had packed my clothes before I’d been put on a plane.
Did I mention that I had headphones on and a blindfold? Yes, this is how I was flown to wherever I was going. Completely oblivious to what went on around me. So, I chilled out to my favorite tunes. I did jump when a hand touched my shoulder.
Then the ear piece was removed.
“We have arrived,” a woman said. “This man is here to take you to the motel.” I was then instructed to put the ear phone back into my ear.
I thought I would be helped to stand but nope. I got plucked out of my seat like a child.
I was put into a car and not long later I was again picked up and when I was finally put down, it was by the feel of it…on a bed. The earphones were removed then the blindfold.
Blinking, I looked at who was with me. He was obviously security.
“Hi.”
He nodded. “Your room card.” He handed it to me. “Welcome to the Diamond. Your bags are in the closet. Enjoy your stay.” With that, he left hastily.
I looked at the card key. There was no clue to where I was. I got up and went to the window and opened the curtain, praying Brian didn’t just send me to Vegas.
He sent me to fucking Vegas!
My phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID and smirked. “Real funny cunt, aren’t ya! What the fuck am I supposed to do in Vegas?”
Well, the laughter said everything, back home I was on speaker. I smiled despite myself. Wankers.
“Well you have fun, get drunk, have sex, maybe find the new husband,” Brian stated amongst the laughter from the rest of the zoo.
“I think the first thing I’m going to do is sleep. Then I will see.”
“Sleep is a good start. Have fun.” And he hung up on me.
I giggled looking out at the view. “Chris, I can hear you laughing. I love you. Please keep me out of trouble.”
Charlie
I’d just gotten Ben, Ian and Richard to agree to do anything I wanted before showing them the bucket list. Good thing I got Richard a free pass, huh? Now we were walking around for number one on the list.
Pick a random hottie.
Ian and I were going to have a threesome with this chick if we could seduce her. We hit up a couple of women who were happy to do the sex part of the list but nothing else. We walked onto the floor laughing about the last chick who really had been more interested in Richard than us. She had crazy written all over her.
“Good thing you’re married,” Ian teased. “That’s exactly the kind of crazy you used to like.”
“Shut up.” Richard grinned. “Go on pick your potential victim.”
I looked at Ian who’d stopped laughing. He was looking across the room. I followed his line of sight.
“The single woman at the blackjack table?” I asked.
“Nah, you don’t want her. She looks rough and a fucking ten on the crazy scale,” Ben said. “Come on, more fish in the sea.” He went to move on but stopped when we didn’t move.
I cocked an eyebrow. That was weird. I looked at the woman then at Ian, then back to her. Her eyes met Ian’s and ever so casually, she looked back at the dealer, checked her cards and put them down.
“She didn’t mean to look you in the eyes,” Richard noted then he looked over at Ben. “Pretty, little thing.”
“She looks like trouble,” Ben muttered, he glanced at Ian
“Really? You like her?”
Ian nodded. “Yep, Charlie? Thoughts?”
I studied the woman…she was beautiful. I glanced at Ian who hadn’t taken his eyes off her. If I couldn’t talk her into the list, maybe he would talk her into bed and I might get my brother back. “Yes, let’s go have a chat.” Before adding, “She looks just like your kinda crazy, Ian.” Holy shit, he wants a woman!
“She looks like yours too.” He grinned at me.
I stared at her as I approached, Ian was right.
He looked me in the eye being very serious. “Mine. I will share until you go. But she is Mine…”
Ellie Gerrard
DEDICATION
To J.I.R and P.Y.R for your love and support, even though at times I am less than perfect. I love you both.
THANK YOU
A very big thank you to our service men and women in the armed services and the civilian emergency services. You are all underpaid, over worked, under-appreciated for the sacrifice you make every day you get out of bed. You are awesome and you have my utmost respect.
Thank you for your service.
Massive thank you to B.K and L.E. for having faith in my work to take me under your wings to get me out there.
My Mum thought I was spending too much time at the computer ‘tapping away’. Was worried about the lack of socializing I did. She thought I was depressed. Dad thought I was just weird.
Well Mum, not depressed. Dad, yes, very weird living in a world I created. Yes, I am a writer and will be tapping away a lot more. Just think, you gave me life and I give life to characters and worlds where anything is possible. XOXO.
Mum and Dad, please don’t read this book. You can’t work out Facebook, I am not explaining the contents of my book. The answer is going to be if you do ask... I have a lot of weird conversations and I have read a lot of books.) I just want you to know I am happy. Love #1
I realize not everything in this novel is realistic but that is why it is fiction.???? I love a little action, a little romance and drama.
Ellie Gerrard
Kate
It was hard to turn that part of your training off that scanned for threats when you managed to get out and go on vacation. When you wanted to drop your guard, relax and be normal. Like right now. I was dressed up, hair done, makeup on. I was even wearing heels that were surprisingly more comfortable than the combat boots I was so used to wearing. But it didn’t stop me from noticing who was around me, what they were wearing and where the exits were.
I was staying in one of the best hotels and casinos in Vegas, The Diamond. Everything sparkled and there were mirrors everywhere. The lighting was bright. The clientele was happy and well looked after. The service seemed exceptional. Security was brilliant. They moved around, the patrons hardly noticed they were even there. I smiled, all of them were ex-servicemen.
I sipped a mojito as I walked looking around for something exciting to do. I was bored. Why the hell my family thought it was a great idea to send me on vacation on my own, I had no idea. I thought maybe it was because of what I told them about Chris and his vision that I would meet a new husband in Vegas. I wandered past some slot machines and put money in random ones, then lost, of course.
It was an interesting experience, watching people get drunk and blow their hard-earned money. It was even more interesting watching the suckers just make stupid bets with stupidly high amounts. I shook my head disgusted. Must be nice to have so much money that you could be so irresponsible.
I went to a free table and tried my luck at black jack.
“It’s not a lucky table tonight,” the dealer told me as I handed him my cash and he handed me chips.
I smiled. “It’s all right, luck can always change.”
I sat there winning some and losing some, so it wouldn’t become obvious that I was counting cards. Still bored and another mojito later, I was now a two hundred grand up. I would be debt free by the end of the night if I kept this up. It was a good feeling but drinking and gambling was fun only to a point.
Where the hell was the action happening? Where was the fun?
Laughter got my attention as four men came in.
They were all tall, three had to have been closely related, but there was one that had lighter brown hair that looked a lot like my estranged half-brother, Ben. The chances that it was him was like one in seven billion. Yes, I’d seen him once, but only from a distance.
The taller of the men had a styled beard, not much more than a five o’clock shadow. I bet he had a baby face and this was the only way to look his age. I smirked, Chris had been like that, hence he loved his beard. His eyes were light blue. His smile lit up his face. He looked relaxed and happy. He had an air of old money about him, but it was his dominant undertone that I liked. He was powerful.
The man to his right was clean faced. Not a hair out of place. Like the man with the beard, he carried himself with an air of dominance and grace of old money. His eyes were a medium blue, his hair was a little lighter brown. He smiled, as they stood talking and laughing.
The third man though, the one that resembled my brother had the same dominance and grace but he well—he had a different grace. The other two had it from a learned etiquette and old money. This man moved with the grace of a fighter. I stared at the man with hair color close to my coloring, a medium brown with gold sun highlights. He really did look like my half-brother. I quickly decided he was ex-military and was well schooled in the art of social etiquette.
I wondered if it was buck’s night as I deliberately lost a hand and pouted. As I watched the man with the black hair out of the corner of my eye. I only had his side profile but he was tall, around my age and carried himself with the grace off the first two. Only I bet this one did some sort of martial arts.
I’d learned to be discreet in observing people. The one with a beard, glanced at me, inwardly I smiled. This could be interesting, they were up to something‒and I was now apparently‒in their sights. I wondered if he would come over. He was talking to his friends, especially one that had the really dark hair. I dubbed him TDH Tall, dark and handsome. I glanced around casually. I didn’t mean to, but my eyes locked with TDH’s eyes.
Scratch that, he was hotter than a solar flare. I looked back at my cards and then up at the dealer pretending my heart rate hadn’t just gone from a relaxed 60 beats a minute to a 120 and my skin wasn’t flushed with adrenalin because I’d been caught looking at possibly the hottest man on the planet. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them debate as I took a breath to calm myself. The last thing I needed to do was look like a deer caught in headlights. I was no prey.
TDH and the beard watched me before they smiled. They looked at each other discussing before they shook hands. They walked towards me with their two mates following behind. Both were smirking.
Things were about to get interesting. Finally, a bit of fun. Maybe? Let’s see what they put on the table.
All of them parked their asses at my table. I was between the beard and TDH. I looked at the dealer who was waiting on me to make my move. I tapped the table and the man beside me muttered something about making a stupid move.
I apparently didn’t make a stupid move because I won the hand. I didn’t smile nor look at the man beside me when I muttered back, “You were saying?”
“I admit it, I was wrong.” He chuckled and turned to me. “Want to play a game?” He was watching me, reading my reaction. He wasn’t the only one. TDH was being discreet, but he was looking me over in that good way.
His presence made my spine tingle with awareness. “What kind of game?” I asked as the dealer got out a new deck of cards and handed them out. I didn’t look at him, I just waited. The ball was in his court.
“The kind that involves you hanging around with us while we tick shit off my bucket list,” he stated.
I frowned. The term bucket list wasn’t one I liked. I took a big breath and sighed. “Got the list?”
He handed me the list and there were thirty things on it. One of them was kinky sex, getting head, threesome and then making love. That was a weird request.
I made a face and folded it, then put it down and checked my cards, I had 21. I stayed and went back to the list. There was nothing about drugs but there was a lot of dancing, and drinking, paintball, skydiving, firing a gun, getting married and then divorced.
I had to smile at that one. I bet it was something he swore not to do. Hmm… now, I could see why he wanted to make love. He had never been in love and wanted someone to show him. Maybe he wanted to fall in love? My heart ached at the though
t of falling for a dead man. “Are all these activities, shows and stuff pre-booked with proper instructors?” I questioned him, looking back at the cards on the table.
“Yes, for the dangerous stuff, yes.” He nodded and pointed at my cards. He had beautiful hands. They were big like him. His fingers were that of a musician. He had to be at least 6 foot 6.
“Are you going to show your cards?”
I flipped them.
He groaned. “You just took me for 20 thousand.”
“Well, it sucks to be you.” I smiled and looked at him with a, ‘I dare you’ look. “Want to play again?”
“Hell yes.” He chuckled as the cards were dealt out. He waited till we were half way through the hand before casually asking, “Are you interested in playing with us?”
I was interested but sex? Sounds fun but nah. Not real interested in that…. Fucking hell that TDH is sexy… Mr. Beard though was one hot man too… No, remember you didn’t come here to hook up. You came to relax… I wonder what his cologne is… SHORTY! STOP IT! FUCK! You are toast after one look, one smell and you’re already having to hold your panties up to stop them from falling off.
NUN STATUS BITCH! THAT MEANS NO SEX!
“You have an interesting bucket list.” I concentrated on the dealer instead of being in my own head and the internal struggle of being sexually attracted to a man for the first time in over three years.
“Yeah, got a lot of boxes to tick,” he agreed with a nod now concentrating on his hand. Apparently, he didn’t like to lose.
This made me smirk. “How sick are you?” I asked, please don’t say terminal, please don’t say terminal…
“Terminal,” he admitted with a nonchalant shrug. “Got a month max. Could go anytime though.”
FUCK! I was a hard woman and battle worn. Three and a half years ago, I’d received a broken heart that I never thought I could come back from. If it wasn’t for the kids, I wouldn’t have. The marriage and the sex was something I didn’t want to do but the man was dying. I can’t have pity sex, that would just be mean. I’m pretty sure you have to like someone in order to have sex with them. But what if I liked him?
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