Take Me Series (COMPLETE BOX SET)

by Masters, Colleen

  He lowers his mouth to my sex once more, taking that raw bundle of nerves in his firm lips. I cry out as pleasurable sensations roll along every inch of my body. Harrison traces slow, perfect circles around my clit, rolling it beneath his tongue. My mouth falls open in a wordless moan of bliss. He flicks the very tip of his tongue against me, again and again, sending little shockwaves down to the tips of my fingers and toes. And just when I’m sure I can’t handle any more powerful pleasure, I feel Harrison’s hand brush against me. I gasp as he slides two thick fingers inside of me, stroking my soft, silky flesh. It’s almost too much for me to stand.

  “Harrison,” I whisper, “Baby, I’m gonna—”

  “I know,” he growls.

  He wraps his lips firmly around my clit, and I feel his fingers deep inside of me. With a single, perfectly-placed flick of the tongue, he sends me over the edge. I come for him, sensation barreling through me, lighting every nerve on fire. I writhe against him as the orgasm overwhelms me, and he’s not about to let up. He kneads and strokes me through every passing wave of pleasure, until I fall back against the bed in a haze of feverish bliss.

  I blink up at him in the dim light, my eyes wide. “That was you just getting started?” I pant, amazed.

  “You bet it was,” he says, running his hands through my curls.

  “Good,” I say, “Because I’m just getting revved up myself.”

  I wrap my hands around his hard, throbbing length, drawing a low moan from his scruffy throat. It’s a miracle I can ever fit this man inside of me, huge as he is. Keeping my hands firmly around his stiff shaft, I ease him down onto the bed beside me. I roll away from him, pressing my back against his chest as he wraps his arms around me. I work my fingers up and down the thick length of him, hearing his breath come hard and fast in my ear. Gently, I raise my hips and press myself against him once again—letting the very tip of my graze against that tight circle of muscle where no man has ever felt me.

  “Jesus, Siena...” Harrison groans, “You just keep surprising me...”

  “What can I say?” I breathe, “You make me feel...adventurous.”

  I guide Harrison’s hard length to my wet, trembling sex. I’m not quite ready to brave that uncharted territory just yet, but that doesn’t mean I’m done with him for the night. Not by a long shot. He’s poised against me, right against where I want to feel him most. With a deep breath, I press back into him, impaling myself on his stiff member.

  “God...” he breathes, rocking his hips against me, “You’re so fucking tight, Siena...”

  I gasp as he drives up into me, and I bring my thighs even more tightly together. I’ve never felt him this way before, and the newness is all the more thrilling. I reach back for him, grabbing onto his firm, sculpted ass as we buck against each other.

  “The things you bring out in me, Harrison...” I moan.

  “I love that,” he tells me, “I love it when you tell me just what you want.”

  “Yeah?” I ask, pulling him deep and holding him there.

  “God, yeah,” he says, “There’s nothing that gets me going like that.”

  “In that case,” I say, turning my face toward his, “Why don’t you flip me over?”

  His eyes blaze with excitement at my frankness. “Gladly,” he growls.

  I suck in a quick breath as Harrison digs his fingers into my hips and rolls me onto my stomach, swinging a leg over the rise of my ass and kneeling over me once more. He runs his hands down along my back, as I raise myself up onto my hands and knees. I glance back over my shoulder, taking in the sight of him poised against me. I shake my curls across my back, my shoulder blades standing tall.

  “Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are right now?” he asks me.

  “Why don’t you show me?” I reply.

  My head falls back against my shoulders as Harrison presses himself into me. He drives up into my core, so deeply that I could swear he’d go right through me in another moment. I’ve always been so vanilla when it comes to sex that it feels incredibly daring, having him take me like this. But there’s something about Harrison Davies that levels all my anxieties and hang-ups. With him, I know exactly what I want. And what I want right now is to feel him just like this.

  I lower myself down onto my forearms and let a surprised cry escape my throat as Harrison drives even deeper into me. I’ve never felt so much of him, it’s almost overwhelming. But I meet his every pass, pressing back into him as he moves deeper into me, slowly and deliberately as ever.

  We begin to pick up speed as I lose myself in the moment. I don’t even notice as he lowers his hand to my sex. But as soon as his fingers find my clit once more, I’m done for. He rolls the tender area between his fingers as we move wildly against each other, the full length of him barreling into the deepest places within me.

  “I’m right there,” he growls, “I’m so close, Siena...”

  “I want to come with you,” I gasp, “Please—”

  My wish is his command. As Harrison rears back, he traces a firm, perfect loop against my clit. He thrusts up into me, his member colliding with that elusive spot inside. I bury my face into the nearest pillow and scream out my bliss as I feel Harrison come deep inside of me, filling me up inch by inch. He steadies himself against me with both hands as we ride our shared high together. A wave of ecstasy pours over us like rain as the moment slowly passes. Spent, Harrison lowers himself down next to me, pulling me into his side.

  I don’t know how much time passes before we finally catch our breath. Slowly, I roll myself over to face him, trailing my fingers along his muscled, tattooed arms. I wish I could fall asleep beside him once again, but it just won’t do tonight. The Moscow Grand Prix is tomorrow, and we’ve both got to be up early to greet the day.

  “Tell me what our game plan is,” Harrison says, meeting my gaze.

  “Give me a couple of days to get a story together,” I tell him. “I’m going to be speaking to the press soon to give them the news about Dad. We’ll sneak our story in along with it. A good old fashioned news dump.”

  “Think that’ll work?” Harrison asks.

  “Sure,” I tell him, “Nobody’s going to care that we’ve been spending time together when Alfonso Lazio is...” I feel myself getting choked up, and shake my head to dispel my sadness.

  “Oh, Baby...” Harrison says, planting a kiss on my forehead, “I’m so sorry...”

  “I just don’t even know how to think about it as a fact yet,” I tell him, “I just wish he’d told us. I wish we could have made a decision as a family, you know?”

  “He was just trying to protect you. Like you were trying to protect him by keeping us a secret,” Harrison points out.

  “Like father like daughter?” I suggest.

  “Precisely,” Harrison says.

  “That’s not a bad spin, come to think of it,” I sniff, “We’ve always been private people, after all. I can work with this, PR wise I mean. We might just pull this off, Harrison. We just have to jump on it, before someone beats us to the punch.”

  “Agreed,” he says, giving me a swift kiss, “We should get back to our teams. Don’t want anyone worrying.”

  We toss our clothes back on and kiss goodbye. I take my leave just before Harrison, skirting through the lobby when the old concierge has his back turned. We’re so close to being through with this blackmail nightmare, I want to be as safe as possible. And once this ridiculous scandal is taken care of, I can concentrate on what’s really important: my father. I need to be there for him right now, with an open heart. I’m so glad that Harrison will be able to stand by me through whatever’s to come next. With him beside me, I might actually be able to face my father’s fate. It won’t be easy, and I know it’s going to hurt like hell, but I’ll have Enzo and Harrison to help me. And in that sense, I’m luckier than most.

  Chapter Eight

  Race Day

  I wake up the next morning feeling invigorated and downright excited. It’s a
mazing what a good roll in the hay will do for your worldview, I guess. It’s the morning of the Moscow Grand Prix, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I can’t wait to get to the course.

  Growing up, F1 races were the highlights of my year—but this season has been so fraught with conflict and indecision. Today is the first time in a long while that I feel something akin to the charge I knew as a younger girl on race day. I feel uninhibited and weightless, ready for whatever the day throws my way. And while I certainly credit Harrison with some of this new energy, I think what’s really got me smiling is the idea of finally, at long last, letting my family in on my little secret. It’ll feel so wonderful to finally be honest with them.

  In no time at all, I’m dressed and ready in my race day uniform: tight jeans, leather jacket, black tank. I smile to myself as I appraise my appearance in the mirror. This whole ensemble has me looking every inch Harrison Davies’ girl. What’s that they say about couples coming to look like each other over time? I run a daring red streak of color over my lips and draw up curls up into a high ponytail. I feel confident, sexy, and unafraid of anything. It’s time to stop cowering from life, time to start living at top speed.

  It isn’t until I’m standing in front of the mirror, grinning at my own reflection, that my memory starts up like a kick drum. I feel the breath catch in my throat as I cast back beyond my wonderful night with Harrison, back to my father’s hotel room. Sudden tears surprise me as the dark truth of our circumstance settles in around me. Part of me was hoping that Dad’s news would disappear overnight, that I would wake up this morning and realize I’d dreamed it all up. But no such grace arrives to save me. My dad, Alfonso Lazio, F1 champion and legend in his time, is dying.

  I sink down onto the floor, overcome with warring emotions. How can I be so heartbroken for my father and so elated at the prospect of my future with Harrison all at the same time? Thank God I don’t have to give any press conferences on either subject today. I still need time to make sense of all this. I need to find some way to wrangle the chaotic, conflicting elements of my life and bring them all into harmony with one another.

  Right. Easy as pie, then.

  “Siena?” I hear Bex call from beyond my door.

  “Hey Bex,” I call, swallowing my tears, “Come in.”

  She slips into my room, rocking two inch red stilettos and daring white jeans. Her blonde hair is blown out and gorgeous, she’s definitely getting the hang of this F1 chic thing. The smile on her lips wilts as she catches the look on my face.

  “What is it, sweetie?” she asks, crossing the room and taking my hands in hers.

  “Oh, no,” I moan, “You can’t be nice to me right now, I’m going to cry all of my makeup off if you are.”

  “Well, now I don’t have a choice,” she says, pulling me over to the bed, “Come on. Tell me what’s up.”

  “I don’t know where to begin, Bex,” I say, my voice trembling.

  “Did you any Harrison have a falling out?” she asks softly, “You weren’t around last night, I noticed. Were you guys together?”

  “Oh, we were together alright. But we certainly weren’t fighting.”

  “I see,” she grins, “So what, are those tears of happiness then?”

  “Not exactly,” I say quietly, “I was actually supposed to meet Harrison earlier in the evening, but my dad...wanted to talk to me and Enzo. Good old family meeting, I guess.”

  “Did he call you out about Harrison?” Bex asks, her eyes wide.

  “Honestly, I wish it had been that instead,” I say.

  “Jesus...” Bex breathes, “It must have been really bad, then. Did something happen? To someone in your family? Is your mom OK?”

  “Mom’s fine. It’s...my dad, Bex. He’s been keeping something from us since the season started. Some, uh...medical stuff.”

  Bex doesn’t say a word, she simply gives my hands a squeeze and waits for me to continue. I draw in a deep, steadying breath. “He’s sick, Bex. He found out just before the season started. Said he didn’t want to worry us, but now it’s too late to do anything...”

  “Is it serious?” she asks, scooting closer to me on the bed.

  “About as serious as it gets,” I tell her, “Lung cancer.”

  “Oh God,” she utters, throwing her arms around me, “I’m so, so sorry.”

  “It doesn’t even feel real, yet,” I tell her.

  “I’m sure.”

  “I just can’t believe he didn’t tell us. He’s made all these decisions by himself. Operating was never an option, but he opted out of any treatment at all. Bex, we could lose him before the season’s even over.”

  “Is that why he’s only been working with Enzo this season, instead of dealing with the other owners and management? To save what energy he can?”

  “I guess so. He’s got it all figured out. Bex, he told me that he’s leaving me his entire ownership share of the team when he...he...”

  “Wow,” Bex breathes, “That’s...huge, Siena.”

  “I know. I haven’t even begun to think about what that means yet. I just can’t process all of this at once.”

  “No, of course. But, you saw Harrison after you found out, right?”

  “Yeah, I did.”

  “So he knows, too?”

  “Well, I had to tell him. It sort of changes our time table, a bit.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, I can’t wait much longer to tell dad and Enzo what’s up. I know it would have been better to let them know right away, certainly before Dad told us about...you know. But now I need to time it just right. Get the public to focus on what’s actually important, supporting my dad, and let my and Harrison’s affair become the minor news story it should really be. It’s not like Enzo’s going to have the energy to give a shit about some made up rivalry when Dad is sick.”

  “You’re probably right...” Bex says, “So, when are you going to tell them, then?”

  “Over the next couple of races,” I reply, “Then, we can let the news trickle out once Dad and I have had our press conference about his, um, condition.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” Bex replies, “I’m proud of you, Siena. I know it’s not going to be easy, being honest with them, but it will be so much for the better in the long run. How else are you and Harrison going to get married and have lots of gorgeous babies, after all?”

  “You’re incorrigible,” I tell her, resting my cheek on her slim shoulder. I thank my lucky stars for about the millionth time that Bex is on this tour with me. It’s one thing to have the man in my life at the ready to comfort me, but there’s nothing quite like your best girlfriend’s advice when shit really hits the fan.

  There’s another light knock on the door, and Bex goes to answer it. When she swings open the door, I see Charlie standing there, looking nervous.

  “Hey,” Bex says warmly, “I was just about to see if you wanted to grab some coffee.”

  “Bex!” Charlie stammers, “Hey. I was. Um...I wanted to see if Siena had a moment to talk. Alone.”

  “I’m not her babysitter,” Bex replies good naturally, “Siena, you up for another tête-à-tête before we head out?”

  “Um...” I murmur, reluctant to be alone with Charlie. We haven’t really been on speaking terms since I received those illicit photos.

  “It’ll only take a minute,” he assures me.

  “Well. Yeah, OK,” I agree, moving across the room to the window.

  “See you guys downstairs,” Bex says, laying an affectionate hand on Charlie’s arm, “You take cream, no sugar, right?”

  “Exactly,” Charlie says, smiling. Bex closes the door quietly behind her and leaves Charlie and me alone at last.

  I gaze at my old friend across the room, my heartstrings twisting painfully. Charlie and I have known each other since we were born. Our mothers, F1 wives to the core, would tote us around to events and play dates as a team. So many of my first memories include Charlie Spano and his fami
ly. We’re both Team Ferrelli kids, have been for life. It’s strange to feel so distant from him, now.

  “You look upset,” he says, keeping his distance.

  “There’s a lot going on with me right now,” I tell him, “I can’t really give you much information, but—”

  “It’s OK, you don’t need to,” he says, “I actually just...I came here to apologize, Siena.”

  The room sways a bit as I stare at him. What does he have to apologize to me for? Is he about to come clean as my blackmailer? I swear to God, if he was behind those photos, I’ll have him singing soprano so fast—

  “I’ve been an asshole,” Charlie goes on, “I let what I thought was jealousy get the best of me, and for that I’m very sorry.”

  “What exactly are you referring to, Charlie?” I ask, fighting to keep my voice level. I’m torn between wanting him to tell me he’s the blackmailer so we can put the issue to rest, and knowing that I’ll be heartbroken should he actually be responsible for those photos.

  “I mean...everything, Siena,” he says, shoving his hands into his pockets, “For the way I’ve treated you, since we were kids. I’ve been groomed to be your watch dog since before I can remember, you know? Everyone’s always been telling me to look out for you, that we’re supposed to end up together, that you’re the perfect girl for me.”

  “Yeah? I’ve been hearing all that my whole life, too—”

  “But you didn’t buy into it,” Charlie says, “I did. I let my parents, and the team, the entire F1 world tell me how I should feel. I was just trying to make everyone happy. I’ve been telling myself my whole life that I’m in love with you, Siena, and it’s not exactly a lie. But the truth is, I love you like you’re my own flesh and blood. My sister. It hasn’t been jealousy driving me this whole time, it’s been protectiveness. That’s why I’ve been so weird and intense this tour, I’m trying to force myself into this role our families have given me. But it’s just not how I feel, it's not who I want to be, Siena.”