Nash Security Solutions

by Lola Silverman

  Analise circled Ralston’s cock with her hands. She gave him a light squeeze and felt his erection throb against her hands. His hips flexed, and he thrust into her hold as though he could not stay still. His hands found her breasts, and he cupped them so carefully that she could not help but moan in ecstasy as he did. She continued to stroke his cock as he thumbed her nipples into hard little points. The joint play left her feeling even more turned on than before. She felt the wetness from her pussy sliding down the inside of her thighs to mingle with the water from the shower. Soon she would not be able to hold back. She would climax whether Ralston was inside her body or not, and she would scream her pleasure until the tiles were echoing with the sound.

  RALSTON HAD NEVER been so hard before in his life. Each time Analise’s clever fingers squeezed his cock, his hips gave an involuntary thrust as though he could not help but push into the contact. His balls were tight between his legs, and he felt as though they were ready to burst.

  Analise’s skin was like silk beneath his hands. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. She hissed and sucked in a quick breath as she flung her head back in ecstasy. Every time he touched her, the reactions were utterly honest. He loved the way she would show him what she wanted. She pushed her breasts into his hands. She took his hands and placed them exactly where she wanted them. And when she could take no more, she whimpered and tugged on his cock as though she were going to pull him into her pussy right then and there.

  The overhead shower was on low. The sprinkling water peppered their bodies with warm spray, but there was another kind of warmth that kept Ralston’s mind preoccupied. He gently slipped the fingers of his right hand down over Analise’s belly toward her mound. Spreading her cleft with two fingers, he pushed his long third finger between the fullness of her lips.

  He felt her clit, hard and swollen against the pad of his finger. Gently circling the nub, he could not help noticing how wet she was. She was ready for him. He knew it and he wanted her bad.

  Ralston wrapped his arms around Analise and pulled her over toward the bench. Using one hand, he gently cupped her thigh and lifted it until her foot was resting on top of the bench. The position spread her pussy wide open, and Ralston could not resist using his fingers to bring her to her first climax.

  Analise gasped and moaned when he gently penetrated her with the second and third fingers of his right hand. Her inner muscles clenched tight around his fingers. Wrapping his left arm around her waist, he held her captive against his chest. His cock was trapped between them, throbbing and eagerly anticipating the next part of the night.

  “Ralston!” she cried out. “I’m—I’m—Oh God!”

  He pounded his fingers in and out of her pussy. He didn’t want slow and easy. Not this time. He wanted her pleasure and he wanted it now. And when she began to shudder and come all over his hand, Ralston smiled with triumph over what he had done.

  She collapsed against him, and he knew it was time. Gripping his shaft in his right hand, he fit the head of his cock to her still trembling opening. Pushing himself inside her body, Ralston groaned with satisfaction at the heat and snugness surrounding his cock. This was utter perfection.

  He began to move. Flexing his hips, he held Analise still in his arms and thrust up into her body. She made high-pitched noises of pleasure each time he fully seated his cock within her hot pussy. The sensation was exquisite. Ralston felt his balls grow tight as he inched closer and closer to his orgasm. Analise let her head loll back against his shoulder. He gently kissed her neck, her earlobe, and even her shoulder. The taste of her skin was sweet and clean. There would never be a woman who turned him on like this one did.

  She started to push back against him. Each stroke that planted him deep within her pussy saw her pushing her bottom back against him to increase the depth of penetration. The friction built between them. He let one of his hands skate low over her belly. Spreading her nether lips, he found her clit and began to rub the taut bundle of nerves in little circles. She cried out, and her hips began to jerk and rock against him.

  “That’s it,” he crooned. “Come for me, Analise. Make me come. Take my cock and make me feel so good.”

  His words seemed to push her over the edge. Her breathing grew erratic, and then seconds later, she collapsed against him as her inner muscles began to roll and flex in the throes of orgasm. Everything inside her came hard and completely, just for him.

  Ralston felt the deepest sense of triumph. Making her come made him feel like a million bucks. It turned him on and pushed him right over the edge of reason. He felt everything in his body speed up. His balls throbbed, and his cock swelled to an even greater thickness. He groaned and pushed in deep as he came on a mind-numbing wave of endorphins that left him struggling to remain on his feet.

  Analise was sagging against him. Ralston carefully lowered her foot away from the bench. The shift in position forced his cock from her pussy. He felt the loss acutely. If he could have found a way to stay inside her every moment of every day, he would have done so. It was something he would never get tired of.

  “Damn,” she murmured. “I’m not even sure I can walk.”

  He laughed. He felt a bit giddy and very high on hormones, but that didn’t matter. He shut off the shower and reached for one of the bath sheets hanging near the entrance. Pulling the soft cotton nap around Analise’s shoulders, he made sure she was covered. Then, without another thought, he swept her up into his arms and carried her out of the shower and back into his bedroom.

  “Now you don’t have to walk,” he assured her. “You can just lie here on the bed until you feel recovered enough to use your mental faculties.”

  She looked around her at the sheets that were still tumbled from the night they had spent together. “I’m getting the bed all wet,” she protested.

  “Baby, you can get my bed as wet as you want,” Ralston teased. Although, in reality, he heartily meant that statement in any way that she wanted to take it. He wasn’t sure what was happening between the two of them, but it was both unexpected and inconvenient. He just couldn’t make himself care.

  Chapter Twelve

  “This is a bad idea,” Analise muttered.

  Ralston could not argue with her about that, but at this point, he needed to talk to his father more than he needed to maintain his distance.

  “And I don’t like it that you’re going in there alone,” Analise added. Her expression was pure grumpiness. “There is no telling what that man has up his sleeve.” Then she seemed to reconsider her words. “Both literally and figuratively, when you think about it.”

  “I think you’re being excessively paranoid,” Ralston said in an effort to quell any further downward spiraling of expectations. “He’s my father. He’s an asshole, but he’s hardly going to pop a cap in my ass right there in his office.” Ralston pulled out the air quotes and made a silly face.

  They were sitting in the car on the curb right outside the Hyde-Pierson Financial flagship building in the center of Boston’s financial district. The valet was looking at them expectantly through the car’s windshield. The man knew who Ralston was. That much was obvious by the way he was practically perched on his toes ready to jump when the driver’s door opened, but he could wait until the apocalypse for all Ralston cared. He needed to make sure that Analise was behind him on this.

  “You can’t come in with me,” Ralston said again. “I need to make sure you understand that. You can come into the building. At the security checkpoint, where people are showing badges or trying to verify whether or not they’re on the appointment list, you’re going to have to wait. It will be fine.”

  She did not look convinced. “This is a bad idea,” she told him darkly. “But I have no choice but to follow your lead. I don’t like it. I just want to say that. And I’m pretty sure that Nash wouldn’t like it either.”

  “Are you going to threaten to call my mother?” he teased.

  She pointed threateningly at hi
m. “Maybe I should!”

  “Come on, Analise. Are you with me?”

  The face she made was not encouraging, but finally, she put her hand on the door handle and sighed. “Let’s go get this done before I change my mind and throw you in the trunk.”

  Ralston reached for the door handle, but the door was snatched open as soon as he did by the overeager valet. Ralston sighed as he exited the car. He handed over the keys to the hopeful-looking twenty-something employee. Obviously, the kid expected a tip. Ralston handed over a fifty-dollar bill because his father would kill him if he found out that Ralston had tipped less than that on a valet. Big tips went with the Hyde-Pierson image, and doing something to tarnish that image was worth family excommunication at least.

  ANALISE DID NOT like the amount of tension she saw on Ralston’s face as they entered the building. She thought this was a bad idea to begin with, but the idea that Ralston was going upstairs to the very top floor without any sort of backup should things go wrong was just foolish. She was supposed to be protecting him. In her book, that included the prevention of potential emotional turmoil due to idiotic family situations.

  For now, she would do as Ralston requested. The two of them pushed their way into the busy Hyde-Pierson Financial building. The edifice of glass included an atrium entryway with an enormous fountain. The entire thing screamed “compensating for something” to Analise. Not that she had ever had doubts that Stedman Hyde-Pierson was compensating. His condescending and hypocritical behavior said it all.

  As planned, Analise walked off toward the left side of the entrance as they cleared the double doors while Ralston headed directly to the security checkpoint. She watched as a guard raised his hand to signal to Ralston that he did not have to wait in the line. With his blue blood armor firmly in place, Ralston sauntered around the throng of people waiting to be admitted to the building and headed straight for the elevators. Analise watched until he disappeared inside the elevator. Then she set about finding a way inside.

  This waiting on the sidelines stuff was bullshit. She gave the guards a once-over. They looked bored, at best, like TSA agents on a holiday at the end of an eighteen-hour shift. They were giving people a cursory glance, checking a list, looking at IDs, and basically just pushing the visitors through as quickly as possible. With that in mind, she got into the line and began shoving her way to the front with deliberate rudeness.

  “Um, excuse me?” Analise put her hand on her hip and twirled her sunglasses around by the earpiece. “My name is Chelsea Ettinger. Why am I waiting in this line? I’m here to see Ralston. We’re like—dating, you know? This is so rude!”

  Analise turned up the snob factor and was actually glad to see the looks of annoyance and downright irritation she got from the people around her. It was nice to know that Chelsea’s over-the-top behavior—hypothetically, of course—had not become so commonplace that regular people weren’t pissed off by it.

  One of the guards punched something into the computer. Analise held her breath. She was hoping the security guards didn’t actually know Chelsea since she wasn’t actually dating Ralston. Not to mention these poor workers had better things to do with their time than to read the society pages. Apparently, her gamble had been right on, because the guard waved her through.

  “Go right up to the twenty-seventh floor, Ms. Ettinger,” the man said with forced politeness.

  Now that she’d started off with bitch extraordinaire, it was impossible to be normal. That meant Analise had to flounce her way past the guards and all the way to the elevator like some prancing debutante. She was glad that she had at least worn civilian clothes. She definitely didn’t have the heels to play the role of Chelsea Ettinger, but Analise had her doubts that she could have pulled those off anyway. She was going to have a tough enough job explaining her presence upstairs. Fortunately, she had plenty of time in the elevator to think up the perfect excuse.

  RALSTON SOMETIMES STARED at his father and had difficulty understanding how this man could be so reviled and yet manage to look like a very common, very clean cut, and extremely wealthy businessman.

  Everything about Stedman Hyde-Pierson was part of the blue blood package. The diamond cuff links and tie tack, the slick, perfectly cut, and gelled hair, and even the custom-tailored clothing and imported shoes were designed to tell the world that Stedman Hyde-Pierson was a man to be reckoned with. Sometimes Ralston wondered if he himself would eventually be stuck trying that hard to fit into a society that he didn’t even like.

  “I’m glad that you’ve come.” Stedman got up from his desk and straightened the carefully rolled cuffs of his linen dress shirt. “You and I need to talk about this ridiculous endeavor that your mother, your sister, and your cousin are embarking upon.”

  “You mean finishing the job that you started?” Ralston prompted. He circled his father, keeping a comfortable distance between them. He had joked to Analise that his father wouldn’t just shoot him, but that did not mean that Ralston trusted the man. “I wonder that you’re surprised my mother would seek to protect her family after you decided not to bother anymore.”

  “Nash wasn’t doing his job,” Stedman said stiffly. “The man was ordered to get rid of Anton and his men. He didn’t accomplish his task. In fact, he let Anton go!”

  Ralston snorted. “So you were trying to wipe out Anton. I had wondered, but really, it seemed ridiculous for a legitimate businessman who was so worried about the mafia pressure to do illegal things to care what happened to the Sokolov Pekhan’s second-in-command.”

  Stedman put his hands on his hips. “Sarcasm does not become you.”

  “Lies don’t become you,” Ralston shot back. “And how would you know what becomes me? You don’t even know me.”

  “I know that you’re being ridiculous, flaunting yourself around town with some blonde bimbo when you should be courting Chelsea Ettinger.” Stedman picked up a newspaper and flung it at Ralston’s chest.

  Ralston caught the paper and stared at the photograph. There was a very speculative and rather rude headline talking about the possibility of himself and the woman in the photograph having a tryst—a woman who was Analise. How absurdly accurate while being simultaneously completely off base. It would have been almost amusing had it not involved his life.

  “I am sick of your demurring and putting off what needs to be done.” Stedman’s words were coated in ice. “You will publicly propose to Chelsea at her father’s fundraiser this coming weekend. The two of you will marry,” Stedman said with a wave of his hand. “And after that you may fuck as many blondes as you like.”

  Even the idea was abhorrent to him. Ralston put up a hand and shook his head. “I just came to tell you to back off. I know what you’ve been up to. Croft told me about your banking practices. It’s done, Stedman. You’ll be using the rest of your fortune to keep yourself out of jail.”

  Somehow the smirk on Stedman’s face did not make Ralston feel confident. Especially not when he pulled out his phone and checked the display. “Ms. Ettinger just arrived. You will ask her to the fundraiser, and you will smooth over any ruffled feathers from whatever happened the other night.”

  “Excuse me?” Chelsea was here? Why? “Why would Chelsea Ettinger be here?”

  “I asked her to come as soon as you texted me to tell me that you would be stopping by to discuss some business.” The smile on his father’s face made Ralston want to shove his fist through the man’s face.

  There was a knock at the office door. Stedman’s smile grew broader. Then it totally died when Analise pushed the door open and stepped inside the office. “Sorry, I know you were probably expecting that Chelsea chick, but you get me instead.”

  ANALISE’S TRIUMPH LASTED all of five seconds. She had just managed to stroll into Stedman Hyde-Pierson’s office and take up a spot right beside Ralston when the real Chelsea Ettinger came charging into the office.

  “Some bitch tried to use my name downstairs!” Chelsea fumed. She was looking at Stedma
n, having apparently not yet noticed Ralston and Analise. “What in the hell is going on that someone would use my name. Mine! It’s an outrage!”

  Analise couldn’t help it. She gave an inelegant snort and pointed to Stedman. “You really want your son to procreate with that piece of work? Are you truly intending to water down the rest of your bloodline or what?”

  Chelsea spun around and spotted Analise. Her intake of air was so sharp and so deep that Analise swore she could feel the breeze from it across the room. “You!” Chelsea shouted. “You bitch from hell! I’m going to wipe the floor with you!”

  “Yeah,” Analise drawled. “That didn’t work out so well for you last time. You might want to rethink that course of action.”

  Chelsea had taken a breath to answer, but Stedman held up his hand. “Chelsea. Enough.” Then he pointed to Ralston. What in the hell was going on? “Well?” Stedman asked his son pointedly.

  Ralston was clenching his teeth together as though he were fighting a battle of wills inside his brain. It seemed to take an eternity before he spoke. “Chelsea—Ms. Ettinger—I apologize for my bodyguard’s treatment of you the other night. Would you accompany me to your father’s fundraiser this weekend?”

  Analise was floored, absolutely shocked out of her mind. She felt her mouth pop open in shock. Then her self-respect kicked in. She looked at Ralston and shook her head. She could read nothing on his face, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to anyway.

  “I’m sorry, Analise,” Ralston murmured. “It’s complicated.”

  “No.” Analise gave a disgusted chuckle. “It’s really not. It’s very, very simple.” With those words, she turned and left the office. Ralston was on his own. She’d had enough of this carnival ride from hell.