Bastard Heir (The Heirs Book 3)

by Brandy Munroe

  “I’m in the Lakeshore Building.” Was he embarrassed that he lived in the most expensive building in town? I was aware of how much Aaron was worth. I made it a point to Google stalk him. I was impressed at how he’d become a self-made millionaire.

  I had initially assumed his money came from his father, but it turned out Aaron did not need the Van de Graafs or his position at the main office. In fact, the job was a step down for Aaron.

  I guessed that he was here to try to become a part of his father's family—that it was more than business. For the Van de Graaf’s sake, I hoped it was. I liked them. They had been good to me both professionally and personally. I would hate to think that Aaron had another agenda.

  “Here we are.” I pulled into a parking spot marked ‘visitors.’

  “Would you like to come in for coffee, kitten?”

  “That wouldn’t be a good idea.”

  “Good, I don't really want coffee.” Before I could react, he pulled me to him and claimed my mouth. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't care.

  He slid closer to me and ran his hand up my dress, never losing focus on my mouth, his tongue plunging in and out. He nipped at my bottom lip and sucked it. When he reached my panties, he was going to know how much I wanted him. I was too wet to deny it if he asked.

  “Do you want me to finish what I started earlier, kitten?”

  Was I going to let him finger me in the front seat of my car with the windows steamed up?

  “No.” The word tore a hole through my heart.

  He pulled away and returned to his side of the car. “No means no. I’ve never forced myself on anyone, and I won't start now. That doesn't stop me from wanting to be with you.”He sighed deeply. “I don't want to be alone tonight, Katie, and I don't think you want to either.”

  He was right. I did want him to finish what he’d started—not what he’d started at the dinner table but what he’d started the first night he taught me was it like to be made love to. Not dispassionate meaningless sex—making love.

  And I was lonely… so very lonely.

  My eyes widened. “Would you settle for a pity fuck?”

  “A what?” He looked confused.

  “That would be a reasonable solution. Neither of us wants to be alone tonight. I’ve wanted more from you since I left you standing in my kitchen that morning, I don't deny that. You clearly want more. A pity fuck. And then we could go back to our normal routine—no commitments, no complications. We leave it at the door tomorrow morning.”

  “What if I want more than a pity fuck?” Was he seriously behaving like a girl right now? Any number of men would be chomping at the bit for what I was offering.

  “I don’t have more than that to give.”

  What Aaron wanted, I could not give him. He would have to settle for one more night of mind-blowing sex. If he insisted on a relationship, I would have to let him down right now. I could not let him fall for me. I was not the marrying kind.

  I could never be the kind of wife he needed or the mother of his children. He would be expected to produce an heir. A man like Aaron would want to spread his seed, and soon. He was twenty-nine. It was the natural cycle of life. But it wasn't the life I had envisioned for myself—not the life I had been dealt.

  Would he settle for one more night with me? Did he want me enough to give me that— one more night—and then walk away?

  Chapter 15

  Aaron

  A pity fuck? Well, that was a first. I’d been right. She wanted more. I wanted to give her more, but not just a pity fuck. I wanted her to see that we belonged together. Even as the thought crossed my mind, I almost didn’t believe it.

  I had only met her a week ago. We had sex once… well, over the course of one night. There were the sexual innuendos and then dinner, of course. Did my strong conviction mean I was falling in love with her? One way to find out if what I was feeling for my little kitten was something more than lust was to give her what she asked for.

  I would spend the night proving to her she could never be satisfied with any other lover. If morning came and I could leave it at the door, I would have my answer. If not, I would have to find a way to convince Katie that we were meant to be together—for life.

  “I accept. A night to get it out of our systems and then leave it at the door. Do you want to shake on it?” I held out my hand.

  Her green eyes widened and sparkled like emeralds. She shook her head and then leaned in and kissed me. “That’s how you seal a deal.”

  I leapt out of her car and made my way to the driver's side, opening the door for her like a gentleman. I escorted her into my apartment building and to the elevator.

  “Penthouse, huh?” Was she being persnickety about my living accommodations?

  “Where else would a very impersonal prick live?” Oh, yes, I had overheard that part of her conversation the first night at the bar. I expected to get a rise out of her, but she hadn’t flinched, not one bit. She wasn’t going to be intimidated by me.

  She entered my apartment and I took her coat and hung it up. She took off her boots and placed them on the mat. I removed my coat and put it in the closet next to hers, as if they belonged together there, hanging side by side. I sat on the bench in the entry and removed my boots. Our actions were natural, like we had been repeating this routine all our lives.

  She walked through the apartment without waiting for an invitation. I had rented it furnished, and there were none of my personal belongings, nothing that indicated this was my home. It was just an apartment, a place I came to sleep.

  “Where do you live?” she asked.

  “Uh, I live here,” I said, obviously confused by her question.

  “No, you sleep here. Where do you live? Where are the family photos, the ugly crocheted afghan an elderly relative made for you, the basket overflowing with magazines you don’t have time to read? Where do you live, Aaron?”

  “New York.”

  She continued to search the apartment. What was she looking for? Something to let her know what made me tick? Was she curious because she wanted to know more about me? This was a good sign. If this was really just a pity fuck, we would already be going at it. She was taking the time to get to know the man she was going to spend the night with.

  “Would it be okay if I took a shower first?” she asked. “I smell like the bar.” She was concerned about how she presented herself to me. If she smelled foul, I was not aware of it. The only scent I registered was her own. I could smell her lust. I had been aware of it at the bar when she pressed against me as we danced.

  I peeled off my T-shirt. “That’s a great idea.” I effortlessly picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

  I pulled her shirt over her head, removed he yoga pants and stood back, marvelling at her body. It was curvy in all the right places. She was blushing, and she looked down at the travertine tile floor. I put my finger under her chin and brought her eyes to meet mine. Something was up.

  “Why are you uncomfortable, kitten? Just say no and this stops.” Sometimes I forgot how inexperienced she was. She looked vulnerable, and I would never take advantage. She was clear about why she was coming to my apartment, but that didn't mean she would not have second thoughts.

  “I’ve gained weight since my father passed. Apparently, I eat my grief.” She blushed again.

  “You’re worried about how you look?”

  She shrugged and let out a small sigh.

  “You have nothing to worry about, kitten. You’re perfect. I love every one of your curves.” I slid my hand up and down her body, feeling her shiver under my fingertips. My cock sprang to life. Her skin was soft, and the tips of my fingers tingled with delight at the sensation.

  I ran the water, and when it reached the perfect temperature, I slid off her underwear and removed her bra. She stood and watched, biting her bottom lip as I undressed myself. When we were both naked, I stepped inside the oversized glass shower and extended my hand. I pulled her to me slowly, savoring
the sight of her.

  The kissing started slow, increasing with intensity the longer we stood there. I placed her under the spray of the shower and groaned at the sight of the water sluicing down her delicate skin.

  “Can I wash your hair?” I asked her. She nodded and smiled at my request. Had no one ever given her this small indulgence? I lathered her hair and massaged her scalp. It was the most non-sexual sense of erotica I had ever experienced.

  “I have never washed a woman’s hair before,” I confessed. I wanted her to know that she was my first in many ways as well.

  When I was done with her hair, I proceeded to wash her body, lathering her breasts, her pussy, her ass. I washed her everywhere and then rinsed her off, listening to her quietly purr.

  I turned her to face me and held out the loofah. She took it and mimicked my actions, washing my chest, my ass, finishing with my cock, using her bare hands. She encircled my shaft with her fingers, and I marvelled at how small her hands were. Every part of my body was humming at her touch. She watched the spray from the shower wash away the suds from my body, her eyes focused only on me.

  I placed my fingers over hers and guided our hands together, up and down, stroking my swollen cock. I nearly came right then and there.

  This was what I had wished for since I walked into Richard’s house and saw her sitting and coloring with the kids. She would make a wonderful mother. I could give her that if it was what she wanted. I would find a way. Wasn’t that what all women wanted?

  It was what Beth had wanted, and I’d refused. Marrying her to get her father to sign a merger was one thing, but bringing children into the mix was another. It was a marriage of convenience, one where I could still enjoy the pleasure of my call girls and she could ascend to the social stratosphere like she wanted. But she had gone and changed her mind, deciding children needed to be part of the equation. That was a compromise I was not willing to make, at least not for Beth.

  But for Katie… anything was possible.

  I wanted her, but I needed a condom. They were in my nightstand, not in my shower. I needed her to feel safe, to know I would protect her. I turned off the shower and wrapped her in a soft terry robe. I dried myself off quickly and carried her to my bed.

  I laid her in the middle of the thick down comforter and removed the robe. Her skin prickled with goosebumps as the cold air replaced the warmth the robe had provided. I would warm up her. I started with her mouth, concentrating on her lips, her tongue.

  I moved to her breasts, taking my time to devour each equally, swirling my tongue around her hard buds, pink and standing at attention for me. I continued to suck on them as she moaned with pleasure.

  She allowed herself to melt into the mattress and she fisted the comforter, anchoring herself to the bed. I knew she would need to be more relaxed before I could do everything I wanted to do to her, but first, I wanted her to come. I wanted to taste her, and I wanted her to have the opportunity to taste me this time.

  I worked my way down to her stomach, taking time to suck on her belly button. It was an underestimated part of the body that handled properly could exude great pleasure. One of my call girls had taught me how to tease this sensitive area.

  Katie writhed under me as I worked my magic on her.

  I was grateful I had learned my skills by paying for them. It allowed me to take my time with my little kitten. A less mature lover would have finished by now and missed out on the more pleasurable side of sex—the side that was about pleasuring my partner first. It didn’t always have to be about the fuck. I wanted her to understand that.

  I moved further down her body to her pussy. I had waited long enough, and I wanted to satisfy my own needs as well. I was all too happy to pleasure her, but I wanted a little of my own. I raised her legs, and she let them fall to the side as I put himself between them and was enthralled at her pink wet womanhood.

  She responded to my touch as I had hoped, and I knew it wouldn’t take long to bring her to climax. Once I was certain she was completely soaked and open, I would let the monster have its due. We had all night, and she could return the favor once she recovered from being fucked senseless.

  I would settle for nothing less.

  I laved her with my tongue, stimulating her by playing with her clit at the same time I plunged my fingers into her, pumping vigorously and letting her expand as I added another finger, then a third. I needed the walls of her cavern to be pliable for my massive cock. Once the monster had reached its peak, it could be enormous, and I didn’t want to rip her open.

  I crooked my fingers slightly, stroking her walls. She thrashed on the bed and screamed my name.

  “I fucking love the sound of my name coming from your lips, kitten. I want to hear it again.”

  I continued my assault on her senses, knowing she was close. I watched her face, waiting for the flush of her skin, the shallow breathing. The glistening glazed over look of her emerald green eyes.

  With my fingers thrusting her pussy and the pad of my thumb circling her clit, I growled, “Come for me right fucking now, kitten.”

  Her walls pulsed around my fingers, and the wet sticky honey oozing from her pussy had me almost losing myself before I had taken her. She had taken my massive cock once before, but that did not mean I could rush her.

  I propped myself above her and gently lifted her legs, placing them over my shoulders. Her eyes sprung open in amazement, and she licked her lips and gave me a nod of approval.

  I teased her opening with the head of my cock.

  “You may not be a virgin, kitten, but you’re as tight as one.” I wanted her to understand why I had to take my time with her.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  “I’m not.” My voice came out in a primitive caveman growl. I wasn’t sorry, not one bit. I enjoyed every second of her tight pussy. Would it be like this every time? Would it feel like I was fucking a virgin each time I took her? It diverted me to a primal need to pound the living hell out her. I would, as soon as she was ready.

  When I could wait no longer, I opened the foil packet and rolled the condom onto the monster.

  I entered her slowly, inch by inch, pushing, pulling out, and then thrusting a bit further with each entry until I was all the way in. I stilled, giving her body the time it needed to stretch, to conform to the massive foreign object invading her.

  I leaned in and kissed her sensually on the lips. “Purr my name, kitten.” I wanted her focus to be solely on me. I wanted to know I was the only person running through her mind, her body, and her soul.

  “Aaron.”

  It was more than I could take, the purr of my name on her lips. I pulled out and thrust into her again, more forcefully this time. She gasped, the combination of pain and pleasure too much to hold in. “Say it again.” This time, it was more of a command than a request.

  She complied.

  “Aaron.”

  I pulled out and thrust harder still. “One more time, kitten. Say it one more time.” My voice was raw and low as I pulled out and hammered against her until my balls slapped against her ass.

  This time she screamed it, “Oh, God… Aaron!”

  My descent into unmentionable bliss had begun, and I was not going to stop until I made her come so many times she would be rendered catatonic—until I was spent from her milking me dry… Until we passed out from exhaustion, no matter how long it took.

  She reached for me, searching for something to hold on to. Her nails dug into my biceps and the pain of the broken skin only added to the sensation of fucking her. I wanted her to scream my name over and over until her voice was too raw to scream any more.

  I could feel the spasms of her orgasm, over and over. I was losing control, but I did not want to come, not yet. I wanted this to go on all night. I wanted to be inside her until the sun came up.

  I lost my battle when my own orgasm exploded, leaving me shell shocked, unable to move, unable to talk. All I could do was wait until I cooled down.


  Never had I been so in tune with my own orgasm. I could feel my hot liquid spurting, my cock jerking, being milked of every drop by her tight pussy.

  The thought crossed my mind that I wished the condom was gone and I was filling her with my seed, creating life with her. This was beyond comprehension. I did not want to leave this at the door. I was never going to be able to leave this at the door.

  Women felt these things more than men, didn’t they? There was no way she was going to be able to leave tomorrow and think this would never happen again.

  Chapter 16

  Katie

  I knew the white light surrounding me were my orgasms—my many, many orgasms. Good God, my throat was hoarse from screaming his name. At first because he asked me to, demanded me to. Then, because the sex was so intense, something took over and I lost all control. My nerve endings buzzed, and my head was pounding from having the blood rush to it over and over. I needed to come down. I needed to find some sanity.

  He was still inside me, dazed, as overcome as I. He didn't just bring me over the edge, he pushed me off, his orgasm not far behind. I waited until his predatory amber eyes took focus and he reached down to kiss me.

  He slowly retreated from my body and I felt empty. He was so big and powerful, and he gave me undeniable pleasure. I was happy he had taken me up on my offer. I could spend the rest of my days knowing everything I had read, everything I had heard about was achievable—if only for one night.

  I wanted him to make me a believer, and I believed.

  He rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom, not doubt to take care of the condom. When he returned, I excused myself and took care of my own business. I marvelled at how I was able to take him, all of him, and not be split in two.

  I wished I could have more control when he was hammering into me. I let him do all the work. I could have bucked and lifted my hips to meet his. He was doing fine all on his own, but what I did was greedy and selfish. He could have finished sooner had I helped him. He would not be so exhausted. He was probably already passed out on the bed.