by Lucian Bane
“What!? No, I don’t want to do that here.”
“No?” he challenged, devouring her mouth again, his hand fighting for entrance into her shirt until he growled.
“It’s…buttoned,” she managed, dizzy, as his teeth scraped along her neck. “Take me out of here David. Please,” she whispered.
He pulled up and searched her eyes then stared at her mouth as if the answers were there. “Okay.” He leaned and kissed her softly this time. Gently. Reminding her why she was taking all the dangerous turns at eighty miles per hour.
He took her hand and pulled her to the door without another word, and for some reason she felt like he was rescuing her from a burning building. Her hero. Leading her out of the boring flames of her boring life where she was withering away in boredom. Carrying her out to a new life, one full of sex and hope and pleasure and dreams and…more sex.
“Is this really all you have?” he asked, carrying her single suitcase as they navigated the outside stairs down to the first floor.
“It’s not all I have, but it’s all I need,” she said. “And if I need more, my aunt is keeping it for me.”
“I’m parked there,” he pointed, walking slow enough for her to keep pace next to him. “If you need clothes, I’ll be the one to buy them.”
“Oh, you don’t…need to do that, I can buy my own things,” she protested. She looked around, silently praying—”
“Becky?”
“Shit, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she whispered, hurrying. “No, no, don’t look!”
“Hey, Becky!”
“Who is that?”
“Tyler! Keep walking.”
“Who is he?”
“Just a friend.”
“Well, your friend is still coming. Why is he calling you Becky?”
“Becky?”
She turned when she got to the car with a fake huge gasp. “Tyler? I didn’t recognize your voice,” she straight up lied.
“Where are you going? Are you leaving? I talked to your Aunt,” he said, causing Lizzy to bite her tongue on the lie she was about to blurt.
“I am leaving yes.”
“Where to?” He eyed David now.
“Didn’t my Aunt tell you? I found another place closer to where I work.”
“And who’s this?” he asked, ballsy as can be.
“This is David, a friend of mine.”
“A friend,” Tyler said, as if he knew damn well she didn’t have those besides him. She didn’t but that was no reason for him to air it like that.
Thankfully David busied himself putting her suitcase in the trunk of his fancy black sporty looking car. “We work together,” she said.
“What happened to you earlier today?” he asked. “You called upset then you hung up. Something about your new job. What happened, I’ve been worried and trying to call you.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t have my phone on most of the day while at work,” she gushed in her most pathetic voice.
David suddenly came around to her side of the car like he was intent on opening her door but instead he stood next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. Dear God. Tyler wasn’t a boyfriend, but he was as close to one as she’d ever had in a very long time. Which basically meant he stalked/harassed her for more than she ever wanted to give him. And right now, his eyes picked up what David was putting down, and the look on his face said betrayal.
“Well, guess you’re okay then. See you around.”
He turned and ran off and she glanced at David who casually lowered a look on her. “What!?” she demanded as he opened her door.
“No boyfriend?”
“He’s not a boyfriend,” she assured in a harsh whisper even though Tyler was out of sight now as she sat in the luxurious leather seat. God it smelled like his cologne. Her stomach erupted in fireworks that shot off sparks every which way.
He sat in the car and locked the doors.
“He is just a friend,” she reiterated.
“Who clearly thinks he’s something more.”
“Of course he does, because I never have the heart to be mean to him. I’ve never met a guy more dedicated to nursing a relationship off of general kindness than he has.”
“General kindness,” he said, starting the car.
“The same kindness I show to animals, but for some reason, he seems to see that as some….”
“Lead?”
“Whatever, I have no idea. I’m just a nice person that’s all. And I have no friends, so the very few I happen to make, I am nice to them, okay?”
“Seatbelt,” he said, his tone harder than usual.
She grabbed it and clicked it in as he pulled out and shot the car forward.
“I take it he’s one of the friends you don’t call in a panic attack?”
“Yes, he is exactly that kind of friend,” she said, happy to report.
“And why wouldn’t you?”
She sputtered a dry laugh. “No, why would I?”
“Because that’s what friends are for?”
“Not my friends.” Honestly, she really didn’t have friends but mostly because they were too much maintenance and needy. She had her books and her cleaning job with her Aunt and that was more than enough. “The only reason he’s my friend is because he’s the maintenance guy. Otherwise, I would never talk to him. Apparently, hello is some other language for I like you, can you please go out with me.”
“He asked you out?”
“What? No! It was a figure of speech. We haven’t gone on any kind of date. Ever. Unless you count him changing batteries in the smoke alarm, and filters in the AC as a date.”
“Good.”
He sounded done, thankfully, and she really wanted to be flattered that he was jealous, but she was too worried over him being really upset.
“Are you hungry?”
“I’m…yes I am, actually.”
“What would you like to eat? I’ll call Sam to make it.”
“Sam?”
“My cook.”
“You have a cook?”
He eyed her a couple of times. “Is that going to be a problem for you?”
His grin tugged at his sexy mouth and she stared at it, remembering that she could. “No…why would it be a problem?”
“Some people say I live a pampered life, but I only hired a cook because I don’t have time for it and health is important.”
She nodded in agreement, though she didn’t really practice what she preached in her head. “I think that’s smart. If I had the money, I’d probably do the same thing. And a maid.”
“Agreed,” he said, flashing her a sexy smile.
“So, you have a maid too?”
“I do. But she only comes three times a week since it’s just me living there.”
“And where is there?”
“Just a place on the West side.”
“Ah.” The rich side. Made sense.
“But I don’t live in a large house. I don’t believe in waste.”
“Me either. I’m a minimalist. Mostly by force of poverty but I’m pretty sure it would stay the same no matter how much money I had to spend.”
“Really,” he said, sounding surprised and maybe impressed.
“I don’t do things. I do plants and books, which is technically a thing but more of a living thing. That’s about it. And I did cleaning with my Aunt. And trips to the grocery store and library. The rest of my trips are taken in my head via my Kindle.”
“Wow, a real-life Pollyanna.”
She glanced at him to find he wore a genuine look with his genuine tone. “I read the story,” she said, the familiar book-whore shame hitting her. Seemed to be a stain that came from the constant ridiculing over her reading habits.
“I only saw the movie,” he seemed to confess.
“The book’s much better.”
“You saw the movie?”
“No. But I know the book was better without seeing it. It always is.”
They spent th
e next five minutes discussing books that made better movies than they did books, and she finally conceded, “I’ll admit that the cinematography in those examples rose above, or at least rivaled the written form of the story. Better in a different format.”
“You never told me what you’re hungry for. What do you like to eat? I should warn you that I’ll have control of that too.”
She glanced toward him with a shrug. “Can’t be worse than what I eat now. Assuming you want me healthy that is.”
“I do. And full of energy and strength.”
“I should start exercising in that case.”
“You will,” he promised, turning into a neighborhood lined with mansions along a cobblestone drive.
“Wow.”
“Yeah,” he said, sounding guilty. “It’s not my favorite hangout but it’s home base. I’ll need to take you to my writing cabin in North Carolina soon.”
She jerked to him, her heart pounding. “You have a writing cabin?”
“I do.”
“How neat!” she cried lightly. “How big is it?”
“Big enough for one man and his computer. But I can make room for two.” He gave her a glance, the kind that melted her bones.
“I’d love that.”
“Would you?” he more stated than asked, sounding pleasantly surprised.
“Very much. I love nature, I love rustic. I love simple.” She was poor by his standards of living which made little things easier to appreciate when it was all you knew.
“I’m starting to feel dirty,” he mumbled, pulling into a small driveway at the far end of the neighborhood.
“Why?”
“My current home is far from rustic and simple and natural. Quite the opposite. I went through what I call a smart phase and had my entire home outfitted with smart technology.” He pressed a panel on his car. “Alexa, start my evening schedule.”
“Evening schedule started. Welcome home Jack.”
She eyed him with jaw dropped. “Wow. And Jack?”
His perfect mouth hinted at a grin as he whispered, “I told you, I don’t tell people my real name.”
Her tummy did that special flip as they drove through a winding tunnel of trees. He was always saying things that made her feel exceptional. It could’ve been part of his sexual seduction game, but she didn’t care. It could also be genuine. She wouldn’t assume the worst like a baby. “You seem to have the best spot in the neighborhood. Like a hidden paradise, I love it.”
She got a real smile from him it seemed. “So do I.”
“So, what’s your evening routine, Jack?”
The look he gave her…lord have mercy. “I think while working for me, I’d like you to call me Mr. Raze.”
“Mr. Raze,” she repeated through her racing pulse. A mini-mansion came into view around a curve. “Wow,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful.” She couldn’t deny it. “The architecture is stunning.”
“Thank you.”
The pride in his tone caused her to look at him and wonder. “Did you come by all your riches from writing?”
“God no,” he said as she craned her neck to see as they drove alongside the home. “My father died when I was nineteen. I was an only child and inherited everything.”
Her stomach plummeted. “What about your sister?”
He gave her a sudden sly smile. “Step-sister.”
They pulled into a dark hole in the wall somewhere at the back of the home and the sudden absence of light stole the expression she wanted to see on his face. Stepsister. Great.
“My father remarried a woman with a daughter the same age as me,” he said, maybe knowing she wondered.
Now she wished he hadn’t told her. Half-sister was fine but stepsister…there was no blood relation there to stop…things.
“Home sweet home,” he muttered.
She strained to see his face while realizing she could hear him better when she wasn’t blinded by the sight of him. There was a lurking sadness in his last words that called to her curiosity. Had he been lonely?
The idea created a pool of boiling need in her body that she wanted to pour all over him. “Does your…butler know you’re bringing company home?”
He opened his door and the sight of him obliterated the inside track she’d just gotten on him.
“My butler?”
His smile dazzled her until she worried she was dreaming. She suddenly leaned in and pressed her lips on his then pulled back, realizing it might be the wrong thing to do.
“What was that for?”
Pure desire thickened his beautiful voice. She knew that sound perfectly now as she eased back into her seat. “Making sure you were real.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Those words. “Do it again,” he whispered, dizzy.
He watched her move forward again, her perfect lips parted, eyes on his just before they lowered to his mouth. He held the steering wheel with one hand and the stick shift with the other as she tortured him with her virgin kisses. Soft, delicate pecks on his mouth that built a burning inside him until his breaths shook. He opened his lips more for her, and she stroked his face, taking his gift with an eagerness full of hopeful, careful moans.
“I’m going to eat your pussy the moment we get to my room.”
She gave a small cry as she continued to tease and taste him, her fingers pressing more into his face.
“You want that?”
“I want to suck you too,” she blasted in his mouth.
He grabbed her face and devoured her for ten seconds then broke free. “What about food?” he asked.
“I’m not hungry for that.”
Fucking music to his ears. “Me either.”
He leaned and stole one more kiss then undid her seat belt. “You don’t need anything tonight, do you? I’ll get everything in the morning.”
She gave a nod. “Okay.”
He wouldn’t require her to address or respond to him any particular way, not yet. Tonight would be her freebie night to do whatever she wanted.
“We’ll avoid pleasantries by sneaking into my room.” He led her around the pool and up the wide scattered stairs leading to the columned patio that overlooked his small oasis.
“Oh my God this is a paradise, David.”
He wasn’t sure why her genuine love for his home made him want to fuck her right then and there. He wasn’t into things either, but there was something intimate about designing and building your own home. Kind of like writing a story, you end up putting more of yourself into it than you realize. The amount of satisfaction he got from her loving it was very similar to her crying over his story.
“Welcome to my lair,” he whispered as they walked into his bedroom. “Dim lights Alexa.”
She gave a gasp when the room came into view and David was already at the buttons on her blouse. “We’ll shower and then I’ll suck your pussy.” While working on undressing her, he gave her the kiss she begged for without words. Just a small one. Two. Three. Mmmm. “I love kissing you,” he confessed, dipping his tongue for a swipe at hers, smiling at the hungry moan she answered with. He opened her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders, taking in her breasts tucked perfectly in white lace. Hunger stormed his blood and he yanked the lace down, forcing her tits to push toward him.
Her fucking nipples…
He dove on the engorged flesh, filling his mouth as she grabbed his head with those shocked, rapturous breaths while he worked on her jeans. She helped him and he pulled up to remove his own clothes while her matching white lace panties burned up his brain.
“This is your first night,” he said, racing through the buttons on his shirt as she stooped down and picked up her jeans. “No rules for you tonight.” He ripped his shirt off and moved to his pants. She watched him, her balled up jeans clutched to her stomach. Finally naked, he went to her, taking the clothes from her hands and tossing them. “Just you, doing what you want. And me doing what I want.” He took both her wrists and brought her hands to his
cock and like a powerful magnet, her fingers wrapped him with an eagerness.
“Angel,” he strained, pushing in and out of her grip for several burning seconds. “Not yet,” he told her when she lowered. He captured her jaw in his hand and tugged her back up. “Shower first. Then I’ll let you have whatever you want.”
She held his face and showed her appreciation with one of her explosive virgin kisses. “I want you, every bit of you.” The torment in her words drove him crazy. He led her to his bathroom, and she paused on the way at his king-sized bed.
“Is…that where you were when we first talked?”
“It was, yes.” He chuckled at how she continued to stare at the bed as he tugged her on. “I jacked off while we talked.” He wasn’t sure if he’d confessed that yet, but it was worth confessing twice.
“I want to watch you do that,” she said.
Fuck, she was driving him crazy. She said it like somebody at a sexual buffet selecting everything she ever wanted. And he was the main ingredient in every dish. How fucking lucky could he get?
He set the shower while she gave more wow’s in the bathroom. “I built it for a king.”
He found her smiling right at him when he turned. “I’m glad you know your worth and value.”
He lowered his head, laughing a little while his stomach did insane things at her words, her honest, sincere words. “I didn’t mean me.”
“Oh,” she said, sounding confused.
“I originally intended to sell it to the rich bastard who liked to think he was a king, spent money like a king, and wanted to live like a king.”
She was standing there, holding her hands before her white panties, a shy countenance and sweet, guilty smile.
“What is in that pretty head of yours?”
She gave a little shrug and her smile slowly melted as he approached, desire filling her like fire in etched crystal. The sparkling effect it created was a show by itself and it held him spellbound. “I was…thinking the rightful heir ended up with it.”
He realized she’d covered her breasts with her bra again, and he yanked the lace back the way he had it. “Really,” he mused, stroking the backs of his fingers over the tight peaks.
“Y-yes. Sir.”
He eyed her now. “No rules tonight,” he reminded her, even as his cock ached to play.
