Loved By The Hero (Hero Romance 3)

by Kalena Lyons

  “Wait,” he told her as he stepped back to take her in. She was a dark, small woman in the moonlight and he looked like a light, tall stranger. She wanted him to just pull her hips up and thrust into her, but something told her he wasn’t going to do that.

  James looked like he was thinking about something, and she wanted to ask him what it was, but it was too late when he gently pulled off the boxer briefs he’d been wearing and his hard cock sprung out. In the dim light from her kitchenette and the moonlight shining in, she could tell that his cock was veiny and very large. So it is true about men who are tall and have big hands, she thought as she licked her bottom lip.

  He advanced on her slowly as if he was approaching a wild animal, and then he was pulling her delicate underwear down her legs and tossing it to the side. Claire felt her clit tighten and she moaned when she felt his breath against her sensitive nub. “I’m not going to fuck you just yet,” he whispered against her sensitive flesh.

  Claire cried out with passion when he pushed two fingers into her pussy and his thumb circled around her clit. She was always clean-shaven and he told her he liked that with a woman. She was too distracted by his magic hands to be concerned with what he was saying until he leaned in, nibbled on her earlobe and whispered to her, “Claire O’Donnell, I want to be between your legs.”

  She gulped and nodded, misunderstanding what he’d meant. Then she knew when he slowly slid down her body and put his face between her legs. His tongue flicked out tentatively, tasting her sex and caressing her nub with his tongue. Claire felt her body clench and she cried out with her first orgasm. James hadn’t even begun to suck and pull on her nub, but he made short work of getting to it. His fingers sought her pussy again and pushed in, this time three, and she felt something pushing at her anus.

  “James,” she cried out as she tried to get his attention. He lifted his head so he could look in her eyes, but his fingers remained in place. “I’ve never done that before,” she admitted to him as she realized it was his pinky finger twirling around a bud that had never been entered.

  “It’s alright, we won’t do it this time if you don’t want to,” he waited for her confirmation that she wasn’t comfortable with it, but what his pinky was doing to her was delicious. Claire wasn’t sure if she wanted more or not. “Why don’t you just tell me if I’m hurting you and we’ll go from there?” he whispered as he lowered his head between her legs again.

  His pinky found purchase at her anus and slowly began to push in, one glorious centimeter at a time. Claire was worried because she’d never been a woman that experienced more than one orgasm at a time, but James seemed to be getting close to a second one. He had his finger all the way in with three in her vagina and his thumb circling her clit when he wiggled his pinky. The explosive orgasm sent her voice up an octave and she yelled his name as she bucked beneath him. James reached up to play with the hard peaks of her pink nipples.

  When she saw the hard length of him that had to be at least eight to nine inches long, Claire was worried she wouldn’t be able to take him. “It’s alright, I’ll be gentle,” he reassured her again as he put the head of his thick, large penis at her opening. Claire wiggled away from him instinctually, but he put a strong hand on her waist and held her in place as he slowly pushed his way into her.

  “Oh, James,” she groaned when he was hilt deep. He waited a full minute for her tight pussy to adjust to his wide girth, and then he moved in and out at a gentle, rhythmic pace. When she whispered to him shyly that she wanted it harder, he obliged and pushed into her with precision.

  When he grew taught and she could see the promise of him coming inside of her, James suddenly withdrew and used his large hand to agilely flip her over. Claire made a shocked noise when he parted her cheeks and she could feel the head of his slick, wet cock at the opening of her anus. “Do you want me to?” he asked her with barely controlled passion in his voice.

  “Yes, oh yes,” she told him with a wavering tone. Claire had never had anyone so skilled at loving her, and she wanted him to be the one to take the final cherry she had.

  James had pushed into her about an inch before she gripped the arm of the couch in front of her and tears sprang to her eyes. He reached forward and played with one nipple while his other hand slid between her legs and pinched and pulled at her clit until she was relaxed. Then he slid his penis into her a little more until she clenched, and he made her orgasm. It was so sudden her entire body shook with the sheer pleasure and her anus relaxed enough for James to slide in hilt deep.

  The feeling of having him fill the void she’d never had filled before was so new and alien that it was exciting. Claire tried to relax like she had when he’d filled her pussy, but she was unable to get her muscles to oblige. Then he reached between her legs again and this time he put his finger in her pussy and stroked the sweet spot inside of her while his thumb circled her clit. Now that all of her orifices were filled below the waistline, Claire felt fuller than ever. It also helped that he was the biggest man she’d ever been with.

  “Claire,” he moaned as he slid out of her and entered her anally again. “You’re going to make me come, Claire. You’re so hot, beautiful, and tight that I’m going to blow my load,” he pulled out and pushed in again with a little more force and she cried out. “Tell me when you’re going to come,” he commanded as he continued to tantalize her. Both his hands reached forward as he pulled on both her nipples at the same time, and then he went back to playing with her nub roughly.

  Claire bit down on her lower lip and concentrated on the feeling of what his fingers were doing to her and how his cock felt in her ass, and then she felt it. “Oh, James! James, I’m coming!” she cried out to him and suddenly he was pushing into her with a ferocity so strong she was afraid he might tear something, but her orgasm masked any pain she might have felt.

  She was lost in the undeniable pleasure he was giving her, and then he pulled out and pulled off his condom. Claire didn’t stop him when he entered her anally again. “I want you to feel my hot come in your tight ass,” he told her as he pounded her and made her come a final time. While she was crying out his name, oblivious to whether or not her neighbors could hear, James’s come streamed into her.

  They lay panting for a long time on the couch together as the two of them tried to catch their breath. Claire finally showed him the shower and he showed her what could be done with a showerhead when a man was involved. James showed her that she was a woman who could come multiple times, and she felt as if she’d already fallen in love.

  Chapter Seven

  The next morning, she woke and was worried that he wouldn’t be beside her. Claire’s chest tightened when she rolled over and expected to see nothing, but she was shocked to find that he was already awake and propped up on one elbow as he stared at her. “Good morning,” he told her in his deep, sultry voice.

  “Good morning,” she responded as she tried not to sound like a meek mouse. She’d done it. She’d had a one-night stand and it had been the best sex of her life. It’s not a one-night stand until he leaves and never calls you, she thought to herself. Claire felt a pang of regret that he might do just that.

  “Are you hungry? Do you want to go out?” he asked her as he slid closer to her in bed. Claire could feel the heat radiating off him and shook her head as she snuggled back under the covers. James slid his hand up her thigh hesitantly and planted it on her hip. “Do you want something else?” he asked her teasingly as his thumb made little circles on her dark flesh.

  “Maybe,” she shot back at him with humor in her voice. James let his hand slide down so that his knuckles were resting against her already warm, waiting pussy and she shivered at the blatant touch. “James,” she whispered as he shifted closer under the covers. She could feel the hard length of him up at her leg and shivered with anticipation.

  Claire felt her pussy tightening with the thought of how he had taken her so fully the previous night. He had behaved as if she was his,
and she marveled that she’d never felt that with another man before. He had come across as dangerous to her, and now she knew why. What made James dangerous was how much she wanted him. How much she had wanted him the night before when she’d caught sight of him looking her over in the bar mirror, and how he had made her want him in just the span of a few minutes.

  He’d had her the moment they’d locked gazes, and she’d been denying it the entire night.

  “Wait,” she told him and recalled what that had gotten her the night before. She was primed and ready for him, but he waited nonetheless.

  “I know you’re not wearing boob tape this time,” he whispered to her with a grin. Claire felt a smile blooming as she looked down at his chest to avoid his gaze. “What is it?”

  She hesitated and he let out a small growl of frustration. “It’s just that I’ve been thinking, and I don’t think I really want this to be a one night stand kind of thing, you know?”

  James pulled back immediately and she felt a sharp cold where his warmth had been. Ugh, why didn’t I just keep my mouth shut until we were done having morning sex? She grumped mentally as she looked up to peak at his expression. She was a little shocked to see he was bemused.

  “Did you really think I would have stayed the night if I wasn’t planning on pursuing you further, Claire?” She didn’t know what to say to that so she kept her mouth shut. “Tonight, I’m going to take you out on a proper date. One that doesn’t involve the two of us chatting at my club while I’m supposed to be mingling with other guests and seeing if everyone is having a good time.”

  Her brows furrowed at his words and he chuckled at her confusion. “You own Nostalgia?” She couldn’t believe what he was saying. She’d slept with a nightclub owner?

  “Yes and many others. I wasn’t going to tell you last night because I didn’t know if you really wanted me or if you were interested in money. When you were shocked about my car, I knew you didn’t know. Does this change things?” He looked worried by her indecipherable expression. Claire was just staring at him with her amber colored eyes and James wondered if she were listening to anything he’d said.

  “You’re not some kind of drug lord, right?” she asked seriously as she looked at him. James looked at her disbelievingly for a heartbeat and then he laughed. It was a deep, from the soul laugh that had her smiling when he looked back down at her.

  “No, I’m not a big fan of drugs. In fact, my clubs are like what you saw last night. They’re not your usual type,” he told her as he shifted closer to her. James pulled her to his chest and she listened to his heartbeat.

  “Tell me about them, then,” she demanded of him. She’d told him everything about herself the night before, even the part about Eric Slate, but that had only been a few sentences. Claire wanted to know about this mysterious man that had swooped into her life in the course of a few hours and made her feel a little something for him.

  James told her about his two clubs in Paris that were themed after important historic times for France, and then he told her about the club in L.A. that was modeled after the ones the mobsters were known for frequenting. Claire listened in rapt silence as he talked about the joys and pitfalls of owning clubs. The way he talked about it convinced her he enjoyed it not for the money, but because he got to create something people could enjoy and marvel over.

  When he was done talking, they lay in silence for a few moments as each of them processed the information he’d spewed. “Do you want breakfast?” James whispered as he stroked her hair.

  “I’d like that,” Claire told him as she slid on top of him and felt his hard cock against her thigh. He stirred beneath her and pulled her up on top of him, and when they were finished, they ate breakfast in their underwear at her kitchen table.

  “Listen, I’ve got a business meeting tonight at five, but maybe you’d like to come by Nostalgia around seven and we could grab a bite to eat?” James asked her over his sunny-side up eggs.

  Claire wondered if the night would end like the previous night had and smiled. “Sure, but maybe tonight I get to see your place?” She twirled her eggs on her fork and hoped he’d show her much more than his bachelor pad, again.

  THE END

  THE NEXT MORNING

  Billionaire Romance

  Chapter One

  “Alright, spill. I know you just want to tell me everything, so let’s get this over with and-oh, hey! Who are these from? Mr. Tall, Pale-” Marie cut off as she stared at the florist’s name on the bouquet that was being settled on Claire’s desk. “Those are expensive,” she whispered so loudly that the man having Claire sign for them could hear her.

  There was an infinitesimal grin on his lips as he took the clipboard back. “Thank you,” Claire told him demurely as she clasped her hands together and waited patiently for him to leave. The white roses were a contrast to her dark skin, but she found she liked them. They reminded her of the sender.

  “Okay, I’m interested. What happened?” Marie looked over her shoulder to make sure none of the other news staff were listening.

  Claire hummed as she positioned her roses and pulled the note away from the glass vase they’d come in. “Well, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome spent the night last night,” she finally whispered as she opened up the note.

  “He can’t be dark. He’s about as white as those flowers,” Marie corrected.

  “I think people call it an olive tone.” Claire finally got the note opened and smiled as she read it. Before she could hide it in her desk, Marie snatched it from her well-manicured hands and sucked on the inside of her cheek as she read over the line.

  “Looking forward to tonight,” she read aloud before she handed it back.

  Claire placed it neatly on her desk and rearranged the flowers a little more before she put them off to the side. “So am I,” she said mysteriously as she leaned back and looked up at her friend. Marie’s dark green eyes narrowed and she opened her pouty, red lips to say something, but the makeup artist saved Claire.

  “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you. It’s about time we prettied you up a little,” the old woman said as she waved a blush brush and put a fist on her ample hip.

  “I’ve been right here all morning,” Claire told her as she stood and kiss Marie on the cheek before she left. “I’ll catch up with you at lunch,” she called over her shoulder, a little thankful that she was making a clean get-away. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to spill the beans to her best friend, but it felt taboo to talk about it so soon after the event. Not only two hours prior had she been sitting at her kitchen table eating eggs naked with a man who had been kind enough to cook them. Poached them, no less.

  What if she jinxed the whole thing by talking about it out loud? She didn’t have to worry about that, though, as she sat down at the makeup station and closed her eyes so Denise could get started.

  “So what’s the weather going to be like for the next week?” It was the same question the woman asked every time Claire sat down, and the familiarity of it put her at ease immediately. While last night had changed a lot of things for her, this was still the same. Not even Eric Slate could mar the peaceful moments she had in her plush, cushy chair.

  “It’s going to be sunny most of the week, but a few rain showers on Thursday,” she said as she felt the sweep of the foundation brush over her cheeks and forehead. Denise knew how to make magic with that brush.

  “Aw, couldn’t it rain another day?” Denise complained as she stepped back to admire the work she’d done on Claire’s cheeks. She’d added a little bronze to the midnight colored flesh that really brought out Claire’s amber eyes. A dash of dark carmine to her lips and some dark gray eyeshadow and the girl would look like a runway model.

  “Sorry, I’m still working on the weather machine,” Claire told Denise as she opened her eyes and allowed her to put on the mascara. “You always know how to make me look my best,” she said warmly as she stood and gave Denise a quick hug. “I know it’s Terranc
e’s birthday, Thursday, so maybe I’ll try to send up a prayer to the weather gods for you.”

  “That’d be much appreciated,” Denise told her before she went back to her desk. Marie had gone on to deal with whatever it was she did in the accounting department. She’d be back at lunch, of that Claire was sure.

  Her roses were still sitting on the desk where she had left them, and Claire took a moment to admire them. There wasn’t one that had a touch of brown on the edges or even a sign of wilt. It had been a long time since a man had paid any special attention to her.

  “Claire, you’re up!” her director popped his head into her door and she smiled at him to let him know she’d heard. Then she grabbed her notes to make sure that she had everything in order. There really wasn’t a need for notes, but she liked to be prepared when she was reading the prompter.

  Her heels clicked through the hall as she strode down it and her heart hammered in her chest just like it did every time before she got in front of the camera. It was a well-kept secret that she was terrified of being in the public eye, and she’d never let that slip to any of her co-workers, including her best friend. Claire took a deep breath before she stepped onto the set and waited for the green screen to turn on.

  She could hear the other news anchors talking about the morning’s accidents on Broad Street and took a moment to breathe before she was on. Just before she was about to speak, a familiar crop of dark hair and pale blue eyes caught her attention.

  Eric Slate.

  Chapter Two

  Claire delivered her prompter speech flawlessly and smiled when she knew she was expected to. She told everyone to have a good day with a radiant gaze and her shoulders squared. To those who worked with her, she looked flawless as ever in her delivery of the weather report, but in truth, her heart was pounding against her ribcage like a wrecking ball. Each pump was like a painful blow to her chest.