Rectify

by Laylah Roberts

  Rectify

  Laylah Roberts

  Copyright

  Laylah Roberts

  Rectify.

  © 2015, Laylah Roberts

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  This story contains explicit sex scenes and is R18.

  Cover Design: Erin Dameron-Hill

  Editor: Ebook Editing Pro

  Table of Contents

  Rectify

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  “Don’t go.”

  He knew he sounded like a petulant two-year-old throwing a tantrum, but Aedan couldn’t help himself. If he let Natalya leave then he knew she wouldn’t return. Occasionally he got these feelings he just couldn’t shake. His grandmother had called it an dara sealladh, the second sight.

  He didn’t actually believe in ghosts, or goblins, or fortune-tellers. Sometimes he just knew things. And his instincts rarely failed him.

  Right now, his gut was screaming that he couldn’t let Natalya go.

  Natalya placed some underwear in a large suitcase. “I have to go, Aedan. She’s my nana. My brother said she doesn’t have much longer to live. Where is my blue skirt? Have you seen it?”

  He calmly picked up the skirt from where she’d flung it at the chair earlier and missed. At her job, she was organized and professional. At home, she was an untameable whirlwind. Her chaotic approach to life was simply part of her charm.

  “What if you have problems getting back into the States?”

  She gazed up at him with a smile, but he could see how stressed she was. He felt like an asshole, adding to her worries. But he couldn’t back down. This was too important. He couldn’t lose her.

  “I have a green card now, thanks to you. But if anything goes wrong, I’ll call you, and you’ll swoop in like my knight in shining armor,” she told him teasingly. She slipped her arms around his waist and pressed close. Instantly, his body tightened, his cock swelling. He cupped her hips with his hands. He adored her curves. The flare of her hips, her full, lush breasts, and an ass that took no prisoners.

  God, she was beautiful. Her sparkling brown eyes were surrounded by long, sooty lashes. Her dark, glossy hair fell like a curtain around her shoulders. She always complained that her mouth was too large, her hips too big and her that her butt was too round. But he thought she was perfect.

  “I’m no knight in shining armor,” he protested, like always. His armor, if he’d ever had any, had become tarnished and tainted over the years.

  “You’re a good man, Aedan,” Natalya told him, as she ran her hands up his arms and cupped his face. She was only a few inches shorter than his own six-one. “You take care of the people around you. You take care of me.”

  “I’m only a good man because of you. I know I don’t deserve you. You’ve made me a better person, Natalya. You’re my whole existence.”

  He’d known convincing her to stay would be an impossible task. Natalya believed in sticking by family, even those who didn’t deserve her loyalty. But Aedan never backed down from the impossible.

  “I’ll be back, Aedan,” she replied in a deep voice that was a terrible impression of The Terminator. For once Aedan didn’t feel like laughing.

  “Let me come with you.”

  Natalya sighed, looking dejected. They’d been over this argument multiple times since she’d received a phone call from her brother last night. Her nana had been ill for months, but she’d suddenly grown worse a few days ago.

  “You start shooting your new film in three days, Aedan. You can’t miss it. This could be your big break.”

  “No job is more important than you.” Screw the film. He’d become an actor because he’d stupidly wanted to be popular. This film could be the boost his career needed, but now he could care less. Natalya was the focal point of his life.

  She smiled at him. He adored Natalya’s smile. She could light up a whole room. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed up at him. When she looked at him that way, he felt about ten feet tall. Like he could conquer anything.

  “I love when you say things like that,” she murmured.

  “I mean it.”

  “I know. That’s what makes it so special. But a lot of people are depending on you, Aedan. You can’t let them down.”

  Sometimes trying to be a better person really sucked.

  “Besides, my family won’t be supportive of our relationship,” she continued. “They’re quite traditional. They won’t like that we’re living together out of wedlock, and I don’t want to upset Nana right now.”

  When Natalya was seven, her mother had used all of her savings to pay someone to sneak herself and her two children over the border into Texas. The scumbag had taken their money then abandoned them.

  They’d been weak with hunger and exhaustion by the time Stan Murphy found them stumbling around on his ranch. Instead of calling the authorities, he’d brought them back to his home.

  Murphy and Natalya’s mother had fallen in love. They had fifteen years of happiness together before dying in a car accident. Murphy had ensured that they all became legal US citizens.

  “Mama would want me to do this, Aedan. You know that.”

  “Your mother’s family is the reason the three of you left. They were trying to force her into marriage. What if they try to do the same to you?”

  “Don’t worry. Most of my family has moved away or died. And those who are left probably think I’m a whore anyway.”

  “You are not a whore,” he growled. He had a ring. He even had his proposal planned out. He just needed the right moment to ask her to be his wife.

  “They can’t force me to do anything I don’t want to do. I have my own knight in shining armor, remember?”

  He caressed her lips with his tongue. They parted beneath him, her tongue meeting his to tease and tantalize. “Come to bed.”

  “My flight leaves in four hours.”

  “That gives us plenty of time.” He backed her toward the bed, but she stepped away with a shake of her head.

  “No?” Didn’t she want him?

  “Let me dance for you,” she drawled with a sultry smile.

  Hell, she didn’t have to ask him twice. Natalya was a siren when she danced. He moved an armchair into the center of the room and sat as she fiddled with the stereo system.

  The song that came on was one of his favorites. Slowly, she rocked her hips from side to side, moving faster with the tempo. His breath quickened as he watched her, lusted after her. A provocative smile curled her luscious, red lips as her eyes met his.

  “Take your shirt off,” she demanded.

  He raised his eyebrows at her commanding tone. Natalya clasped hold of the arms of the chair and leaned over, kissing him thoroughly. Thick and engorged, his cock throbbed mercilessly. When she stepped back, he quickly took off his shirt, throwing it to one side.

  Natalya kept her hips moving as she took a few steps away then leisurely turned around. She gazed back at him over her shoulder. />
  With teasing, torturous movements, she stripped off her t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

  “Turn around, lovely,” he ordered, as she threw her hands up into the air. He longed to see her breasts bounce as she danced, the nipples stiff and begging to be kissed.

  Instead of turning, she reached for the top of her shorts and slid them down her long, smooth legs. Underneath, she was wearing a tiny, lacy white thong. Aedan leaned forward. Damn, she had the finest ass he had ever seen.

  She leaned over, and he had to tightly clasp the arms of the chair to prevent himself from leaping up and squeezing her firm cheeks. Hunger, sharp and ferocious, stabbed at him relentlessly.

  “Damn it, baby,” he growled. “You’re a tease.”

  “You love it.” She spun, swaying to the beat. She cupped her firm breasts, holding them up as she threw her head back, her long, black hair shimmering in the light.

  “Squeeze your nipples, Natalya.”

  Heated promise in her eyes, she shook a finger at him. “Sit back. This is at my pace.”

  With a groan, he reluctantly sat back. “Your pace will be the death of me.”

  Natalya danced toward him. The scrap of lacy underwear barely covering her pussy drove him insane with need.

  “No touching without permission,” she decreed as she moved behind him.

  Strong-willed, stubborn woman. He’d never taken charge in the bedroom, although there were times he longed to. He was unsure how she would react, and the thought that she might reject him restrained his actions. He’d always tried to be low-maintenance and easygoing, so he never gave her an excuse to leave him.

  Yeah, he was more than a little screwed up.

  “Keep your hands on the arms of the chair and I’ll give you a reward,” she promised, as she leaned over the back of the chair.

  Blowing softly in his ear, Natalya laughed as he shuddered and dug his fingernails into the chair.

  Twirling her way around the chair until she was standing in front of him, she straddled his legs, facing away from him. She bent over, giving him an excellent view of that delectable, captivating ass.

  Dear God in heaven help me.

  “Bloody hell, Natalya, you’re killing me.”

  “I love your Irish accent.”

  “I know.” He’d worked hard to lose his accent, to sound like everyone else. The only time it was really noticeable was when he got excited or stressed. Or when he deliberately laid it on, just to see Natalya smile.

  “No touching,” she warned, as she danced over his lap, torturing him with every thrust of her hips.

  She turned to face him, straddling his legs once again as she knelt on the wide chair and brushed her pussy back and forth over his cock.

  “You’re a nasty piece of goods,” he scolded. “You know you’ll pay eventually, don’t you?”

  But only if she returned. He sobered.

  Natalya cupped his face. “I’m coming back, Aedan.”

  He smiled. “Of course you are.”

  A dubious look crossed her face, and he realized he hadn’t hidden his uncertainty well enough.

  “Are you trying to kill me here? Don’t stop. I can take whatever you throw at me,” he added with a wink.

  “Are you sure about that?” Leaning down, she licked his right nipple with her tongue. She kissed her way across his chest to his other nipple. “Because I can come up with a lot of ways to torture you.”

  “I guess I’ll just have to suffer through them.”

  She sat up. “Enough talking.” She cupped a full breast, holding it out. “Suck my nipple.”

  Aedan took the firm bud into his mouth. He sucked it as she circled her hips, grinding her pussy against his straining cock.

  He moved to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

  Natalya slid down his body, running her tongue over his firm abs until she was kneeling in front of him. Reaching for his belt, she undid it quickly, then tugged at his pants. He raised his hips, helping her pull off his pants and boxers.

  Aedan groaned as his cock sprung free from its confines. Natalya slipped her hand around the shaft, pumping. The head of his cock was engulfed in the warmth of her mouth.

  He let his head fall back as she ran her tongue up and down his cock. She swallowed him down, consuming him. White-hot hunger nearly blinded him.

  “Natalya,” he groaned.

  “Yes?” She glanced up at him with feigned innocence.

  “You keep that up and I’m going to come.”

  Natalya ran her hand up and down his shaft as she grinned up at him, a naughty glint in her gaze. “Isn’t that the idea?”

  “I want to come inside you.” He gritted his teeth as she squeezed him.

  “Hmm, but what do I want?”

  “You want me inside you. Filling you.”

  She sighed. “God yes.”

  “Let me taste you.”

  She stepped back as he slid onto the floor and leaned back against the chair.

  “Bring that lush pussy over here.”

  She moved forward. He breathed in the sweet scent of her arousal. Fuck. Was there anything more intoxicating than knowing this precious, amazing woman wanted him?

  “Are your panties wet?”

  “Oh God. Why do you ask questions like that?”

  Even after two years of living together, he found it adorable that she still grew embarrassed.

  “Because I like making you blush,” he teased her. “Are you wet, Natalya?”

  She groaned. “You know I am.”

  He reached around and clasped her ass, dragging her toward him. Her thong was saturated with her arousal. He slid her panties off and took a long swipe of her juices with his tongue.

  “You have a beautiful pussy.” He spread her pussy lips apart. “Lush, sweet, and mine. You understand me?”

  “It’s all yours. Only yours,” she promised.

  “Don’t you forget it,” he growled, as he pushed one finger deep inside her. “Mine.”

  Before meeting her, he’d never been possessive. He’d loved, but never been in love. He’d never understood what true obsession was.

  He pushed another finger deep inside her, thrusting in and out.

  “Aedan, please,” she cried, as he stroked her clit with his tongue.

  “Come for me.”

  “I can’t.” Her legs trembled. “Not standing.”

  “You can. I’ll catch you if you fall.”

  To help steady her, he clasped his hands around her hips. He kept his tongue on her clit, tapping the firm bud with a vengeance.

  “Aedan, oh God,” she groaned, shaking as she came, her pussy gushing with cream. Aedan lapped at her clit until she fought his hold. He pulled her against him, hugging her.

  “I have you,” he murmured, as she shuddered against him. She buried her face against his neck.

  Gradually, her breathing slowed as the trembling in her body ceased.

  He reluctantly loosened his hold as she pulled away from his embrace.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, running his finger down her cheek.

  Letting her guard down was difficult for her. In an effort to protect her, Natalya’s mother had raised her to never rely on anyone, to never trust easily. It had taken him a long time to get her to trust him, to understand that he would always be there for her. Her vulnerability after an orgasm simply showed that she kept nothing back, that she gave her all.

  “No.”

  “No?” He frowned. “Do you need to talk?”

  Natalya rubbed the slick folds of her pussy against his rigid cock, making him shudder. “I need you to fuck me.”

  He attempted to hold back his grin. An impossible task. “Do you?”

  “Yes. Less talking, more fucking.”

  Aedan rolled until she was lying on the floor beneath him. With one thrust he entered her, groaning in delight at the feel of her around him. Her pussy welcomed him in — a hot, silken furnace. An intense rush of emotion f
illed him. His need for her was all-consuming.

  “Is this what you want? To be fucked?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Say it again. I love it when you talk dirty.” He drew out then drove himself back inside her. Heaven.

  “I’m not very good at it.”

  “That’s why you need the practice. What am I doing to you, Natalya?”

  “You’re fucking me.”

  “More,” he moaned. He should take this slower, make it last, but it seemed like his dick had other ideas.

  “You’re sticking your cock inside me?” she said hesitantly. Yeah, she did kind of suck at dirty talk.

  He thought she was adorable.

  “I’m pounding into you. I’m fucking your wet, silky pussy with my dick. I can feel you sucking at me, pulling me in. Do you want to come, Natalya? Do you want to come with my cock inside you?”

  “Oh my God, you’re killing me.”

  “Say it. Say it, lovely.”

  “Aedan, I want to come, please. I want to come while you fuck me with your thick cock.” Her cheeks reddened delightfully.

  “That’s my girl,” he told her, as he reached down between them and tapped her clit with his finger. “Come with me, lovely. Come with me now!”

  He sped up, unable to hold back. Her head thrashed back and forth as her whimpers filled the room.

  “So close. So close.” He let out a yell as she came, pulsating around him. There was no hope of him holding back. He quickly followed her over into bliss.

  Aedan collapsed on the floor beside her, rolling onto his back and pulling her to lie on top of him. He adored the feel of her, naked against him.

  “I feel like an idiot when I try to talk dirty,” she admitted. “I don’t think I’m getting any better.”

  He chuckled. “Believe me; you are far improved from the girl who told me to, ‘put my little thingy inside her.’ Little thingy indeed.”

  She giggled. “You were so put out. You should have seen your face. You looked devastated.”

  “You can’t call anything on a man little and expect him to thank-you for it.”

  “I promise to never call it little again. It’s certainly not small. It’s a giant among giants, a champion among men, and the penis to beat all penises.”