Legal Heirs - Box Set Edition: Books 5-8 (Surrendering Charlotte Chronicles)

by Lee, Kimball

  Charlotte and Evangeline had finished several cocktails and they both laughed like that was the funniest joke in the world. Bly and West watched them with smiles of amusement and West asked where Charlotte’s husband and children were.

  “The kids are with my father and his fiancé, they’ve gone on a cruise and then to stay at the Rhodes Ranch in Texas. Finn and JP are snow skiing in New Zealand for the summer, of course it’s winter on the bottom of the planet. I made a last minute decision to come to New York and do some shopping for a day or two,” Charlotte said, she finished another cocktail and leaned back against Bly in a more familiar manner than she should have, but she didn’t really give a flying fuck what anyone thought. His body felt so damn good against hers and how could she have forgotten about that monster cock of his? She was more than a little bit tipsy and she laughed at her nasty thoughts. Bly didn’t seem to care what anyone else thought either, his arm encircled her and his fingers played in her long hair. She glanced up at him through her thick dark lashes and there was a smile on his face that nothing could have wiped away. Alexander Bly’s body language was loud and clear, she’s mine, so let the world take note.

  “Yes, I heard that Charles was getting married, I sincerely hope she appreciates him, he’s a fine man,” Evangeline said, drinking another cocktail as the waiter brought more. West looked uncomfortable and Charlotte could only imagine that there would be some loud and erotic fighting and making up between the two of them later on.

  “She’s a lovely woman and they seem very happy, that’s what matters, finding happiness and not letting it get away,” Charlotte said, and Bly tightened his arm around her and leaned closer, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her hair.

  “I’d love to see pictures of your children, Charlotte. Amanda goes on and on about them, she assures me there have never been such heavenly creatures. Angels among us, to hear her tell it,” Evangeline said. “Surely you have photographs or pictures on your cell phone.”

  “I need to update my phone, it’s ancient and none of the images are clear. My kids aren’t any cuter than Amanda’s,” Charlotte said quickly and moved away from Bly. Her phone was laying on the table and she reached for it, but Evangeline snapped it up.

  “Oh, I’m terrible with all the new technology,” Evangeline said, looking at the screen, “West, find a picture of Charlotte’s children, will you darling? I’m sure she’s just being modest.”

  West scrolled through her pictures and then looked up at Charlotte. Her face was a mask of absolute fear and from the picture of the boy he’d just seen, he understood why. For a moment all eyes were on him and Charlotte felt dizzy.

  “Let me see,” Evangeline said, and snatched the phone before West could stop her. “How sweet, Charlotte, you have a picture of Alexander. Wasn’t he a beautiful child?” and then she too looked up at Charlotte as the truth dawned in her eyes.

  “What are you talking about, Mother?” Bly said, taking the phone from Evangeline’s unsteady hand, and Charlotte closed her eyes and held her breath. “Atticus,” Bly said, and it was a statement not a question. He stood up and threw several hundred dollars on the table to pay the bill. Then he clasped Charlotte’s hand roughly and stalked out of the bar pulling her along behind him.

  “Fuck, Charlotte, fuck!” Bly said, and pinned her against the back wall of the hotel elevator. Two women who were about to join them stepped back into the corridor and let the doors close. So many emotions played across Bly’s face Charlotte couldn’t keep up with them. Finally he leaned down and kissed her and it was a scalding kiss that was equal parts fury and betrayal and lust and… love.

  “Bly, listen to me, it’s not as simple as you might think. I didn’t know right away and then…” Charlotte was at such a loss for once that all her righteous words deserted her.

  “Don’t speak to me, Charlotte. Right now I’m going to exact some long overdue revenge for what you’ve done. I’m going to do what I should have done a long time ago, take what’s mine. That’s my son and you’re mine, and don’t try to argue your way out of this. I’m going to indulge in one of your old habits, fucking while I’m mad as hell. If you don’t enjoy it just tell me and I’ll stop, but I think you’ve wanted this to happen as long as I have. So shut up and be glad I’m a patient man, then you will take me to meet my son,” Bly said, they left the elevator and as soon as the door to his suite swung open, he scooped Charlotte up and carried her to the bed. He dropped her there and she lay still for a moment then watched as he poured himself a drink and handed her a bottle of water. “Drink the water,” he said, and it was almost a growl, “I want you good and sober when we do this.”

  She leaned up on her elbows and watched as he stood over her, his face was dark with fury and a thrill of anticipation shot straight to her groin.

  He took off his suit jacket and threw it aside then removed his shoes, socks and cufflinks. He settled into an armchair across the room and stared at her as he sipped his drink.

  “Say something Bly, do you hate me? What do you want me to do?” Charlotte asked, sitting up, her voice was shaking and it brought a smile to his face.

  “Do I hate you Charlotte? No. I want you to strip,” he said.

  “Strip? Now?” she asked, not believing what she had just heard.

  “Yes, strip for me. Then you’re going to please me… quite a few times. After that you’ll have a chance to try and make me understand your convoluted reasons for keeping our son from me.”

  “Bly, please…”

  “Hush, Charlotte. The only sound I want to hear from you are the sounds you make when my cock is in you. Do you understand? Take your clothes off and we’re going to fuck until you are so sore you’ll want me to stop, but you’ll beg me to do it again and again. After you tell me that you have no intention of living without me ever again, then we’ll talk about my son.”

  She stood up and stepped out of her high heels and her face was hot with embarrassment. Bly’s fingers rested against his lips to hide his smile and to let her know he was enjoying her discomfort. That made her bold, Bly’s assurance that he had her right where he wanted her. She wanted him too, and the minute he touched her he would know it. She had made her own bed, so to speak, and the time of reckoning was at hand. The truth was that she couldn’t wait to feel him in her, that too full, almost painful feeling that was part of sex with Bly.

  She unbuttoned her sheer crepe blouse and tossed it aside, then unhooked the lacy bra and let it fall. He was already highly aroused, that was clear to see, and he sipped his drink with his eyes narrowed as he watched her. She unzipped her skirt and it settled around her feet before she kicked it aside and she saw his eyes flame. She walked to him and took the glass of whiskey from his hand and drank it in one swallow. Then she leaned down to set the glass on the table and his hands were on her like fire.

  He drew her face down to his and kissed her deeply as his hands traveled along her long slender back to her ass. “You don’t wear panties, just a garter belt and stockings. How erotic, and how very Charlotte.” He unsnapped the garters and pushed her stockings down, and as much as he tried, he couldn’t stifle a moan of pleasure. He drew her close to him and instinctively she buried her hands in his hair.

  “You are so beautiful, your body is still so girlish and your fucking hot little pussy is so perfectly bare and beyond enticing.” He lifted his eyes to hers as his fingers slipped over the smooth skin of her sex and into its hidden folds. She gasped and his eyes grew dark when he discovered its wet secrets and she leaned her hands on his shoulders to keep from crumpling to the ground.

  “Charlotte, Charlotte,” he whispered, “Will you ever release my soul? I’d forgive you anything. I’m your willing prisoner it seems. How have you trapped my heart so completely?” He pulled her on to his lap and kissed her, his tongue meeting hers and tasting the desire she’d tried to hide for so long. She kissed him back, pressing her tongue into his mouth, and she clung to him until they were both out of breath.
“Fuck, FUCK!” he whispered and then he shouted it. He grabbed the whiskey glass and threw it against the wall so that she jumped to her feet as it shattered. “Are you scared?” he asked as she stood trembling and unsure before him. He caught her hand and pulled her across his lap and before she knew it his hand came down hard across her smooth little ass. She screamed and Bly leaned forward to kiss the hand print he’d left and asked her if she was sorry for the eight years of pain she’d caused him.

  “Yes, I’m sorry, I…” she whispered, and she thought she would combust from the pleasure that lingered where Bly’s fingers had stroked her pussy and the hot sting of his hand on her ass. “Please, Bly… Alex, please.”

  “So its Alex now is it?” and he laughed, but it was a weak laugh and she knew he didn’t have any intention of hurting her. “I haven’t touched you in almost eight years and you’re wet and aching for me. Are you aching enough, Charlotte, or do you love this? Do you want me to stop now and fuck you or should I punish you a little more?” He slipped the hand that was soothing her stinging bottom between her legs again and she began to shudder and groan. “Do you want more, beautiful Charlotte? I adore this perfect little ass of yours, but I think you want to me to spank you and then fuck you until you can’t think anymore. Is that what you want?” he asked and he shifted in the chair so that his huge erection pressed against her belly. “Tell me now so I can make you cum and I can forgive you and we can put an end to the insanity of being apart.”

  “Yes,” she said, her voice was quavering with lust and she cried out as an orgasm ripped her apart, “Do it… do it again.”

  His hand came down only once more, but it landed softly without making a sound. He stood and carried her to the bed. “Do you really think I would hurt you? I’d sooner suffer for the rest of my life than to cause you any pain. You’re part me, part of everything I am, there’s no breaking free of the hold you have on me.”

  “I need you now, make love to me Bly and don’t stop, I’m sorry, I’m so very, very sorry. I’m just as much your prisoner as you are mine, don’t you know that?” she struggled to unbutton his shirt and push it free of his muscled chest while he unzipped his pants. She pulled him down onto the bed with her and lifted her body to his, and although he was determined to enter her carefully, she was frantic for him.

  As always when he pushed into her, the shocking feel of her, scorching hot, tight and wet, threatened to undo him at once. “Wait Charlotte,” he said and voice was agonized, “let’s go slowly, I don’t want you sore yet.”

  “Hurt me this way, please,” she begged and her eyes squeezed shut as he moved into her, “it’s alright, I need you so much, I love the way you feel inside me.”

  “Shhh, don’t say anything or I won’t last… fuck, I love the way you feel!” he breathed against her lips as his mouth covered hers so that when he thrust into her hard, her cries were lost. He moved slowly as she molded her body to his with her arms around his neck and hot tears in her eyes. She loved him and his love hurt at first, until she grew accustomed to his size, then it was heaven. “I’m going to pull out of you Charlotte, before you push me over the edge too soon, I need to taste you,” he said, but it was too late. She was seizing beneath him and drenching his cock, her legs held him captive as she cried out, shouting his name. He punished her then, in the way that she loved, the way that they both loved so much. He fucked her deep and hard, an unrelenting rhythm until her sweet sex was clinching down hard on him and she was falling again.

  “Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte,” he murmured on and on until at last he gave in to the exquisite pleasure of possessing the woman he loved. He didn’t want anything more then, only to feel that they were one being and to empty himself in the sweet depths of his Charlotte.

  When they woke in the morning, after a very few hours of sleep, their bodies were still entwined. The curtains had been left open the night before and rain beat like fists against the windows. Bly kissed her then slipped out of bed with a happier than happy smile. Charlotte watched as he fished the iPod from the pocket of his jacket and popped it into the dock on the bedside table. Piano music played, sexy and melodic. He climbed back into bed and curled around her in the dreamy bed and Maroon 5 began to sing.

  “Sunday morning rain is falling, steal some covers share some skin, clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable, you twist to fit the mold that I am in… that may be all I need, in darkness she is all I see, come and rest your bones with me, driving slow on Sunday morning and I never want to leave.”

  “Bly the hopeless romantic?” she smiled as he covered her face with soft kisses.

  “My Charlotte brings out the best in me,” he said before his lips covered hers and they were lost to the world for the rest of the day.

  Rain poured down on the streets of Manhattan, but inside the Plaza suite the two lovers made up for the years they’d spent dreaming of each other. They made love slowly, aching for each other, his mouth and fingers bringing her to orgasm until she was too weak to lift her legs while he sank into her. Then they fucked like two people gone completely mad, with her on his lap, face to face, which was agonizingly deep, and he told her he should stop. She said no, keep going, and he kissed the tears from her cheeks then shouted through clenched teeth at the intensity of his release.

  At the end of the day they lay together in the huge bathtub and she stiffened as his fingers moved gently over her battered sex. “I won’t touch you anymore,” he said, “I hate that I’ve injured you,” he said and there was both remorse and awe in his voice.

  “I don’t hate it at all,” she said, “It’s such a pleasurable pain. We never quite fit together physically, maybe we should have taken that as a sign long ago.”

  “Don’t say that, I’d give up sex to be with you. All I need is you near me to feel that my life makes sense. Things are just things, money can buy physical comfort and that’s all. You’ve shown me that money can’t buy what truly matters. Okay, enough deep thinking for now, so to speak. You shave everything on your body, I’ve noticed, every delectable inch,” he said and his hand stayed away from the soreness he had caused and rested on the smooth V where her legs came together.

  “I like it smooth, I used to shave my… well, you know. Now I go to a spa where they do ‘Sugaring’. It hurts like a son of a bitch, I must really be in to pain, now that I think of it,” she said and they laughed.

  “Sugaring? Well, it is very, very sweet, there’s no doubt about that, and it is sleek and pretty this way,” and he had to fight not to touch her and feel her squirm under his fingers. His erection pressed hard and huge against her back and she turned and hovered above him, resting on her knees.

  “Stand up,” she said and when he did she stroked his thighs, kissing and licking as her mouth moved higher. She cupped his heavy balls and took his cock in her mouth as his hands tangled in her hair. “Charlotte,” he groaned with his head thrown back as she licked and sucked and drew him in more and more deeply. “Stop now… fuck!” he shouted as she refused to release him. He jerked violently at last and still she held him captive as she raised her sapphire eyes to savor the expression on his face.

  *

  “I need food, sustenance, you’re draining all my strength. I think you’re trying to kill me,” he said as they lay tangled together among the ruined bed sheets. He reached for the phone and asked the operator for room service, then covered the receiver when Charlotte said she was the one who had suffered bodily injury.

  “What do you care who knows?” she said, grabbing the phone. “Hi, room service? Would you please send up some kind of cold pack for my private parts because as you may know, Mr. Bly’s assets are indeed HUGE!”

  “Give me that,” he said, and tried desperately not to laugh as she snuggled against his chest and giggled. His hand played in her hair as he spoke into the phone, “You’ll have to excuse my wife; she’s on medication that makes her a bit loopy. I’d like to order a steak please, large, rare, with any and e
very side dish, asparagus, potatoes whatever you have. My wife will have grilled fish, shrimp, lobster, scallops and a half dozen chocolate soufflé’s. Oh, and if you’re chocolate soufflé’s are not the best in the city, send out for them, thank you.” He turned on his side and lay face to face with Charlotte, “You’re so funny aren’t you? I should hold you down and make sure you really are in pain before your icepack arrives,” he said and they kissed until the room service waiter arrived.

  *

  The dining table in the suite was a groaning board of delicacies. They finished eating and they were sated with food and sex and love for each other.

  “Where is your body guard, I thought you never left home without him?” Charlotte asked, leaning back in her chair. The food had been excellent and she was stuffed but she definitely had room for a few bites of chocolate soufflé.

  “Billy Kipling is on vacation, I’m not completely heartless; he brought his daughter Vivi to San Diego for the summer. I don’t want to discuss security right now.” Bly leaned across the table and fed Charlotte a bite of chocolate soufflé and as she closed her eyes to savor the taste he spoke. “The last time we shared chocolate soufflé you were beautifully pregnant and I asked if your baby was mine,” he said and his eyes held a world of hurt.

  “I answered you truthfully that night. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that he was yours, if I had known… well, that doesn’t matter now. I didn’t know until he was about a year old. One day when he had just learned to walk, he toddled over to me and looked up in a certain way and there you were. I was pregnant by then with the baby I lost in the car wreck. Then I was in the hospital and they said there was the possibility that I wouldn’t have any more children. Whatever I say to you won’t undo what’s been done, the truth or lack of it can only hurt Atticus and that will be the worst outcome of all. I’ve never opened the results of the paternity test and you never requested a copy. You held Atticus in your arms in London when he was five months old and you didn’t believe he was yours. You were so certain of it that you simply let it go. If I had known then, in the beginning, I would have made a different choice. I’m not the only one at fault here, maybe my sin is greater, but sin is sin. Sins of omission, lies and now adultery. I know you’ll want a relationship with Atticus and we’ll figure that out somehow. You won’t like what I’m going to say, but here it is. Finn and Atticus are devoted to one another, they’ve bonded deeply. Atti is seven years old, he’s not going to give up the man he knows as his Daddy,” she said, and drew a deep breath, the first she had the courage to take.