Calamity Rayne: Gets A Life

by Lydia Michaels

  “I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow,” he said as I stood to leave.

  “I’ll be there.”

  “And Meyers.” He waited until I turned to say, “It’ll be just us tomorrow.”

  Despite being taken off-guard, I smiled. “Did Hale—”

  “It’s my decision. Don’t worry about how I came to it. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

  “Goodnight, sir.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Little Pig, Little Pig…

  Hale opened the door, and I smiled, waving the ice cream I’d stolen from the galley. “I was wondering if you liked chocolate or vanilla?”

  Eyeing the two pints I held, he stepped back to let me into his room. It was pretty much a mirror image of my room, but his colors were slate gray and tusk.

  “I’m not a vanilla guy.” He shut the door and I handed him the chocolate and stuck the other pint on the dresser.

  “Same.” Reaching in my back pocket, I produced two spoons. “We’ll have to share.”

  I sat on the bed with my legs folded under my bottom. He sat beside me and peeled back the lid, offering me the first bite.

  Digging my spoon in, I took a decent scoop that would last a few licks and let my eyes drift around his room. “Whoa. That’s some tux. Are you Batman?”

  He glanced at the tuxedo hanging from the sconce on the wall. “It’s for tomorrow night.”

  I frowned. “Tomorrow night? Are we having a theme dinner?”

  He passed me the carton of ice cream. “Didn’t my dad tell you about the dinner for Wes Sterling?”

  “I have no idea who Wes Sterling is. Should I?”

  “You will. He’s planning to run for president in the next election.”

  My brows shot up. “Really? Is he coming on the yacht?”

  “No, we’re stopping for fuel and attending a fundraiser.”

  “So this is a political dinner?” I passed him the ice cream.

  “It’s a money dinner. Someone will make a speech, Wes will say a few words, and we make a donation to support his campaign.”

  “So you like this Wes fellow.”

  He shrugged. “He’s not expected to interfere with our company’s plans, so we back him.”

  “What if his opponent doesn’t plan to interfere either?”

  “Then we back him too.”

  Now I was really confused. “Isn’t that a conflict of interest?”

  “No, it’s protecting our interests. Politicians need lobbyists.”

  That sounded a little slimy. “Is Remington planning to attend?”

  “Of course. He orchestrated the event.”

  “He did?”

  “He rents the venue, vets the guest list, and gets the right sponsors in the right place. Wes is then indebted to him and my father can take credit for any money collected.”

  I shook my head. “I miss the days when politicians would simply stand on soap boxes, say their piece, and move on to the next town.”

  “It’s never been like that in our lifetime.”

  “I was talking about one of my past lives.” I sucked the last bit of chocolate off my spoon. “They were simpler times back then.”

  “Politicians are a necessary evil.”

  I smirked, thinking Hale could definitely win some votes. He looked the part. “Did you ever think about running? Davenport’s a pretty powerful name.”

  “God no. I’m not a fan of having my personal business plastered all over the media.”

  Leaning close, I whispered, “I hate to break it to you, but it already is.”

  He stilled. “What?”

  I laughed. “Oh, come on, Hale. You’re on the news every week. You’re father’s a legend.”

  “That’s him. I have no interest letting the public into my home so they can see how I decorate or pick apart my family. My siblings are a little more open than I am when it comes to that.”

  I took the ice cream and scooped out another bite. “That only makes you more mysterious. What are you hiding?” I teased.

  “Right now I’m hiding a beautiful woman in my room.”

  Being dramatic, I looked on the side of the bed. “Where is she?”

  He caught my hand and took a swipe of my cold lips with his tongue. “You need to learn to take a compliment.”

  “It’s on my to-do list.”

  He rolled me to my back, his body holding mine captive as he whispered, “Let’s try to work on that.”

  I smiled, looking into his gray eyes. There was so much there and I the more I got to know him the more I liked what I saw.

  “If you hate the public light so much, why do you do what you do?”

  He sighed, breaking eye contact. “It’s all I’ve ever known. It never used to bother me, but the older I get, the more disillusioned I become with the world. Sometimes I think about selling off my shares and moving somewhere no one can find me.”

  I knew about hiding from responsibility, but my daily pressures seemed like little nuances next to the Davenports. “Why don’t you?”

  “Because my dad needs me.”

  I smiled and caught his chin, drawing his attention back to me. “You’re a good son.”

  Something flashed in his eyes, but he quickly disguised it before I could guess why my words might make him uneasy. His cold lips pressed against my mouth and I sensed he didn’t want to discuss this further.

  Softly, he whispered, “You taste sweet.”

  “So do you,” I rasped, already breathless. “Hey. Give me back my spoon!”

  He tucked the ice cream and spoons on the dresser and pressed me into the bed, a devious smirk on his face. “No.”

  I laughed as his cold lips pushed to the underside of my jaw. “Your lips are freezing!”

  “Are they?” He pulled up my shirt and had his cold mouth on my nipple in a second flat.

  I squeaked and twisted, but he caught my wrist and pressed me into the bedding as he pinned my lower body with his legs. His mouth moved to my other breast, and I gave up. As far as torture went, this maltreatment wasn’t so bad.

  Pulling my bra down to my ribs, he lifted my shirt over my head and continued kissing my chest, but he wasn’t just focused on my breasts. He kissed my shoulders, my nipples, my stomach…basically, every square inch he crossed got some lovin’.

  When his fingers went to the snap of my pants, I lifted my bottom, and he had me naked a moment later. Fair was fair, so I gave his shirt a tug, and he sat up and quickly stripped it away. My hands roamed over his broad shoulders as we kissed, his fingers trailing to the heat between my legs and gently coaxing my thighs apart.

  “Let me in.”

  It was becoming easier to bare myself the more we were together, but I still giggled and responded, “Little pig, little pig.”

  His finger sank between my folds and I moaned as my chest flushed with warmth. The weight of his body pressing into mine was perhaps the greatest feeling in the world. Slowly, he coaxed little sighs from my mouth into his as he touched me tenderly.

  The press of his cock through his pants stole my attention every time it nudged into my hip. Hooking my leg around the back of his thigh, I pulled him more on top of me and gripped his shoulders. I wanted to feel the pressure of his hard body directly at my core.

  Shifting, he rocked into me, rubbing and gliding over my needy body until that wasn’t enough. My kisses turned urgent as I mentally begged him to do more.

  I wanted him to take me to the brink and send me over. I wanted his mouth back on my breasts. I wanted his lips on mine. I just…wanted everything.

  “Now, Hale,” I begged breathlessly between kisses. “I’m ready now.”

  I was certain he heard me, but he didn’t stop to grab a condom or anything, so I reached for his pants, but he caught my wrist and pressed it to the pillows above my head. Why was he taking so long?

  His palm slid down my arm to my side, as his mouth returned to my breasts. His fingers continued to pump in and out of me, but i
t wasn’t enough. Maybe he didn’t know how rare it was for me to actually request sex.

  Using my other hand, I slid it down his arm and caressed his knuckles as they sank into me. “Please.”

  “Not yet.”

  What the fuck did he mean, not yet? I was ready. “But I want you.”

  His fingers, wet with my arousal, entwined with mine, and suddenly both of our fingers were inside of me. It was naughty, perhaps the naughtiest thing I’d ever done, fingering myself with another man. But goddamn it was hot.

  I was no longer Rayne Meyers Personal Assistant Extraordinaire. I was now Rayne Meyers, Sex Goddess, concubine of Hale Big Dick Davenport.

  Arching and breathing fast, I writhed against him as he slithered down my body and then his mouth was at my sex, licking over my wet fingers, pulling them into his mouth. We were both getting a first class ticket to hell because this couldn’t be legal.

  “Hale,” I rasped as he touched me while sucking my finger deep in his hot mouth.

  Peeking through my lashes, I watched him undo his pants and take himself in hand and something came over me. Reaching for his hips, I rolled him to his back and dragged my tongue over his side, taking a bite of his flesh.

  He cupped a hand to the back of my head, angling my face toward his monster erection. Fuck. I hadn’t thought this through.

  Buying time, I kissed his other hip, licking up his side, but that thing never left my peripheral. Crap. I was going to have to bust out the metaphorical blue dress and give him the presidential treatment.

  Collecting myself, I went through a few fast ground rules. One, no teeth raking. Two, anything past my molars and I’d gag. Three, something about humming to speed things up. And four, don’t forget how that one guy flipped out when you stuck a finger up his ass.

  I didn’t think I’d ever stop hearing the echoed shrills of That’s not an entrance as he rushed out of my dorm half-dressed. Exactly why fiction was not a reliable source for every day coupling. He totally overreacted, but still, guys got weird if you snuck in their backyard without permission.

  Okay, time to get’er done. Get in and get out. This was DEFCON 5, and I wasn’t taking any prisoners.

  I crawled between his legs. My smile was full-on confidence and absolutely misleading. Stroking him with both hands—for the love of God, it was like a rolling pin—I started with a few kisses. That wasn’t so bad.

  Keeping my lashes low, I studied his expression for any signs of distress, surprised when his eyes rolled back at the mere brush of my lips. Okay, that was good. Maybe that’s all he needed. My tongue teased up the side, and he hissed out a curse, his fingers tunneling into my hair.

  As I continued to work my lips up, around, and over, he reached for my breast, which was disastrous, because I was highly focused and couldn’t afford to be distracted. That was how someone wound up losing a testicle.

  I turned, slyly putting my boobs out of reach, but that gave him better access to touch himself. He stroked his fist to my lips and added the slightest pressure to the back of my head.

  Shit! I was going down! My lips stretched over him and the slightest hint that I might choke to death on his penis had me jerking back.

  “You okay?” He ran a finger down my cheek with utter gentleness.

  I nodded. “Yeah, sorry.” Leaning back over him, I attempted taking him again, but only managed a couple inches.

  “Fuck, your mouth feels incredible.”

  Can I interest you in my vagina?

  At least with good old missionary I just had to lie there. This was fucking work. I hummed because I seriously didn’t know how anyone could do this for more than a couple of minutes.

  “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

  What’s that now? My gaze met his and he groaned.

  “You could make me come just by looking at me like that.”

  Of course I continued to stare because coming was the goal. But then he did the strangest thing and cupped my cheek. “You’re so damn pretty, Rayne.”

  My mouth went slack, and I blinked at him, unsure if the feelings I was having were safe or lethal. No one had ever talked to me like that or looked at me like I disarmed them. I’d stopped blowing him, but he didn’t seem to care, he just stared into my eyes and ran his fingers through my hair and grinned.

  I swallowed and considered what all of these feelings meant in the grand scheme of things. “You probably say that to all the girls.”

  “No. It’s you. Something about you.”

  My heart raced, as I suddenly wanted to do whatever possible to hold onto such adoration. What were we just standing around for, people? We had a job to do. I gave him a genuine smile and then I stopped pussyfooting around and set out to do my absolute best.

  Apparently, I was better at this than I thought, because he nearly jackknifed off the bed and gasped in pleasure when my mouth returned to him. No one had ever given me the impression that I had any sort of sexual influence. It was incredibly empowering.

  Every gasped breath and curse that slipped from his lips emboldened me. I played with various techniques, some got more response than others, but the more I experimented, the more I got into it.

  I became a Nobel Prize winner of blowjobs, making academic advances for women everywhere. Or maybe I was the only person who didn’t know blowjobs could fulfill a part of the giver the way this one was fulfilling me. It was definitely a learning experience.

  The harder I worked the more I noticed. His body throbbed under my touch, swelling and twitching between my lips. The slightest taste of him met my tongue and I savored the flavor of male arousal. Everything about what we were doing was off the charts fucking hot.

  “Enough,” he gasped, pulling me back.

  I groaned—actually groaned—because I wasn’t ready to stop. I was solving world peace down there and—

  The box of condoms came out of the drawer and as he ripped open the package, little packets flew everywhere. I never saw smooth, unshakable Hale in any sort of rush, so I laughed as he made a frantic grab for a condom.

  Snatching one off the bed, he tore it open with his teeth. Mesmerized by the practiced way he slid it over his length, I hardly had time to consider that we were actually going to have the sex.

  He pulled me beneath him and looked into my eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

  I’d never been more ready in my life. Nodding, I parted my thighs. “I want you.”

  His lips brushed mine as he settled closer. “I want you too.”

  There was pressure—a lot of pressure. “Oh God.”

  His arms rested beside my head as he cupped my face and continued to look into my eyes. Proof that the blowjob had worked for both of us, I was very wet, but he was so damn big there was no way he was fitting.

  His lips kissed along my jaw as he nudged forward. “You’re small.”

  Yes, I apparently had a Keebler vagina, and he was on his way to shattering my tree house. Pulling my knees up to make more room, I silently grunted as he worked his way in and then my nails bit into his shoulder as I feared I couldn’t take anymore.

  No! I wanted to have the sex! I needed the good Hale sex!

  This was so unfair. Just shoot me now, because if I couldn’t have him inside of me, there was really no point to taking my next breath—

  Oh… His mouth found that lucky spot on my neck and the tension in my body loosened and—he was in!

  “You okay, baby?” he whispered, holding himself inside of me as I caught my breath.

  Aw…he called me baby. I loved that. I never had any sort of pet name before. I wasn’t sure baby was one I would have chosen, but coming from his lips I loved it.

  “Rayne?”

  “Yes.” I opened my eyes and found him studying me. “I think you’re unusually big down there.”

  He laughed and kissed me, his hips rocking back slowly and pressing forward again. He didn’t poke the shit out of me or even jackhammer his hips like past lovers had done. R
ather, he continued to look into my eyes as he gradually moved in and out, figuring which way worked best for both of us.

  I gasped as he struck a nerve and he read my response quickly, doing whatever he’d just done again. For once, I wasn’t a pincushion for my partner. We were working like some sort of a team. Realizing this, I bravely lifted my hips to his, getting into the game.

  He groaned and caught my ass in his palm, bringing me up against his body, as his mouth closed over mine. As we kissed, he ran his hands over my skin and things started to click.

  My heart raced and my breathing labored as pleasure pinged from my breasts to my vagina and ricocheted around in my brain. Dear Lord, was he a mastermind at the multitasking! I just sort of hung on for dear life and let it happen, because it was happening better than it ever had before.

  I sensed him getting closer as his pace increased. His hand fit between our bodies as he rubbed his fingers over me. My body tightened around him as the pleasure climbed and climbed until I was falling into a haze of euphoria where I could only chant his name and tremble in his arms.

  I came so hard I was pretty sure he broke my eyelids because I couldn’t summon them to open for the life of me. Warm lips coasted over my cheek as his sweet voice whispered words of praise. Praise!

  I knew then that we were sexual soul mates, and I’d go Annie Wilkes on anyone who tried to come between my happy vagina and Hale’s magical penis.

  With a soft kiss, he withdrew, and I mumbled a slur of incoherent words. Just as I was trying to tell him I was cold, he pulled me to his side and the covers came over us. He rearranged my body so I fit in every nook and cranny of his much larger frame. I appreciated the assistance because my limbs were currently dead.

  “You’re incredible,” he whispered, folding his thigh over mine and pinning me to him.

  I am incredible, I thought, but that was all due to him and his generous skills. Flopping my hand limply over his forearm I gave him a pat.

  “You killed me,” I slurred, already drifting toward sleep.

  He chuckled, warm and deep as his lips pressed to my shoulder. “Get some rest. I’m not letting you go until morning.”