by Rye Hart
I stepped out of the entry and into an opening. The floors were marble, the walls were marble, everything in sight was marble. In front of me was an intricate staircase that spiraled up and out of sight. I stared upward, imagining what was on each floor of this enormous house.
As I stood there trying to work through my shock, I heard a soft noise coming from upstairs.
“Caroline?” I asked, my voice echoing through the house.
There was no answer except that same, soft noise. It emanated down the stairs and reached my ears. This time, I recognized it. It was a moan. Soft and barely audible, but a moan all the same. Hesitantly, I mounted the staircase and slowly made my way to the second floor. As I walked, the moans became louder and more defined. I could now tell they were coming from a hallway along the second floor.
I paused for just a second, unsure of whether I should continue. Finally, I walked down the hallway, following the sounds of moaning and soft vibrations.
When I reached a half open door, I peeked inside to see Caroline sprawled out on her bed, naked and writhing. My heart stopped in my chest at the sight. She was completely naked, her tits free and shaking slightly. Her nipples were hard and when she reached up to pinch one between two fingers, my cock twitched in my pants.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered to myself.
Caroline massaged her nipple between her fingers while her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Part of me knew I should look away but I couldn’t. My feet were cemented to the floor and my eyes were glued to Caroline’s gorgeous body. My cock was growing harder with each passing second. As I scanned Caroline’s body, my eyes fell on the source of the vibrations.
Caroline’s other hand was wrapped around a small vibrator that she had pressed against her clit. I swallowed hard and groaned softly. Her legs were spread wide as she worked the vibrator over her sensitive nub. I stared between her legs, watching her wetness coat the vibrator. My entire body felt hot with desire as I watched her take control of her own pleasure.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her eyes closed. She arched her back and bit her lip seductively.
Her legs were trembling and her hand worked faster, moving the vibrator with determination. My eyes couldn’t sit still. I scanned her body over and over again, taking in the sight of her massaging her own tits, then sliding down to watch her drip with pleasure. She was so sexy and irresistible that I longed to throw the door open wide and fuck her right there.
Instead, I stayed still, devouring her with my eyes.
“Yes,” she moaned, louder now. “Oh, Dean. Yes”
Fuck, fuck, fuck… I thought to myself.
My cock was pressing painfully against my jeans and I was desperate to relieve myself. Hearing Caroline whisper my name in the throes of her pleasure was enough to make me burst, but I held myself together.
She writhed on her bed, trembling. She worked the vibrator harder, moving it against her clit with a ferocious need. Her breathing was ragged and I loved the sounds she made. She panted and moaned, wiggling and jerking beneath the vibrator.
Caroline threw her free hand above her head and held on to her headboard. She moved the vibrator harder, crying out with pleasure and biting down on her lip.
“Yes,” she panted. “Right there. Oh God, yes. Take me.”
I groaned and slowly lowered my hand to grip my cock. My jeans were tight around it and as I squeezed it, I knew I wouldn’t be able to take it much longer. Caroline looked too good lying there, spread open for me, already begging me to take her.
“Oh!” she cried. “God yes!”
She jerked and came so hard that I thought she might roll right off her bed. Her body twitched as she held the vibrator against herself, dragging out her pleasure as long as she could. When she finally finished, she laid there for a few seconds, breathing heavily and stroking her soaking wet pussy with the vibrator.
“Shit,” she said to herself.
She laughed softly and turned off the vibrator. Rolling over, she shoved it in her bedside table, giving me a perfect view of her naked ass. I swallowed and jerked my head away. Now that she was done, I couldn’t just stare at her any longer. I took a couple silent steps to the side and waited for my dick to deflate.
From inside her room, I could hear Caroline moving around. She seemed to be getting dressed, but I wished she wouldn’t. I wanted to find her still naked, lying on her bed, her eyes on fire with a deep hunger.
I took a few deep, cleansing breaths until I was sure she was finished. There was silence from inside her room, so I cleared my throat and stepped forward. As I raised my fist to knock on the door, I heard her soft footsteps as she hurried toward me.
She threw open the door and grinned at me, standing aside to let me by. I tried to smile but I found it difficult to meet her eyes. When I stepped inside her room, my eyes flashed to her bed and I cleared my throat again, trying to regain my composure.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Caroline asked, her voice low and husky.
“Excuse me?” I jerked my head around. She was grinning at me in a mischievous way that made my face flush with shame.
“It’s okay,” she said softly. “I saw you watching me.”
“You did?” I asked, my voice weak. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Caroline shrugged. “I wanted you to enjoy the show.”
I laughed and shook my head, staring at her in disbelief. This girl was unlike anyone I’d ever met. Not only was she the complete opposite of everything I thought a trust fund girl was supposed to be, she was also the sexiest, most alluring woman I’d ever laid eyes on her.
As she stared at me with that sultry look in her eyes, I couldn’t take it anymore. I lunged forward and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her against me. Our kiss was hard and fast, desperate and full of need. Her tongue shot into my mouth, tasting me while she moaned quietly. In an instant, the erection I’d worked so hard to control was back.
I groaned and we fell on the bed, kissing and rubbing each other with passion. Finally, Caroline pulled away to catch her breath.
“Let’s take a little break,” she said with a soft chuckle. “Just to talk.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”
Still, my eyes had a hard time staying on her face as we laid back on her pillows to talk. She was wearing sweatpants and a loose t-shirt without a bra. It was enough to make me lose my fucking mind but I could tell she was getting nervous. All of that bravado in the show she’d just put on for me was slowly slipping away now that I was close to her. She needed to slow down, so I forced myself to behave. Getting herself off in front of me was one thing, actually doing the deed was a whole other ballgame. I could see the internal struggle between wanting to give into her desires and being scared to do so. It was endearing and frustrating all at once.
We spent the rest of the night just talking. We laid on her bed, alternating between stories about her childhood and mine. She told me about her love of art and I told her about my passion for horses. When I told her that I’d love to own my own place some day and have horses to ride, she didn’t laugh. I realized that she was probably the only one who hadn’t. When you grew up poor in a town like this, no one ever thought you could do any better. Caroline was different though. She encouraged me and told me she believed that I would do it. By the time we were finished talking, the sun was rising outside of her window, and yet I didn’t feel the slightest bit tired.
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PROLOGUE
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he said breathlessly. “Holy shit.”
I closed my eyes and rode him harder than ever, throwing myself forward and back with a power I didn’t know I possessed. His groans turned into growls as he took in the sight of me on top of him. In his eyes, I could se
e how much he wanted me, and it fueled my own desire.
“Harder, baby,” I told him, begging him to take me.
He didn’t need any encouragement. He grabbed my hips and thrust himself upward, slamming into me desperately. With the first thrust, I cried out and rode him harder. We met each other’s rhythm easily, never slowing or losing our desperate need for each other.
“Oh God!” I cried out, unable to control myself.
“Come for me, baby,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Come for me.”
I obeyed in an instant. My body shook violently as I continued to meet his thrusts. I fell forward, my hands pressing into his chest while he held me up and continued to pound against me. The pleasure I felt was so great that I stopped breathing for a second, unable to think or move.
He flipped me onto my back and threw my legs onto his shoulders, never once sliding out of me. He rammed into me over and over again, seeking his own release. The pleasure was still tingling through my body, and as he took me hard and fast, I felt myself lingering on the brink all over again.
His eyes were hungry, and his chest was glistening with sweat as his thrusts became more urgent. I came for the third time and screamed out his name.
“Holy shit,” he groaned, feeling my walls collapse around him again.
CHAPTER ONE - SEAN
“Are you sure this was the best idea?”
Tommy’s face was turned down in a frown that I knew all too well. Ever since Telissa died, he’d become the worrier of the family. While I shut down and closed myself off, Tommy turned into an eighty-year-old grandpa, always worried about the safety of any situation.
Tommy was all me. His dark hair was cut the same as mine, and his eyes were a mirror image of my own, deep blue and brooding. If anyone was unlucky enough to catch us on a bad day, good luck to them. We were both extremely protective and also had the tendency to be hot-tempered.
“Yes, Tommy, I do,” I told him, no trace of doubt in my voice. Tommy wouldn’t know the real reason we were moving until I thought the time was right – if that day would every come.
The truth is I received an email from Sarah’s biological father. He wants to take her away.
It had taken me all of five minutes after opening that email to make the decision to move. The three of us had already lost so much that there was no way in hell I would let us be broken apart even further.
We’d been on the road for two long days. It was just over thirteen hours from San Diego to Telluride, Colorado. Alone, the trip would have taken me exactly that long. But with two hell-raisers piled in the backseat, everything took twice as long. Bathroom breaks and food runs took up many stops, and occasionally, I had to pull over to break a fight.
I glanced in the backseat again, my eyes falling on Sarah’s sleeping face. She looked so much like her mother, Telissa, with her dark hair and striking green eyes. They could have been twins.
For years, I searched for a sign of myself in Sarah’s face, but I never found any. Finally, when I learned the truth about her, it made sense. Everything I thought I knew was no longer true. I expected my feelings for Sarah to change, but they never did. It hurt like hell to know the truth about the affair, but as far as I was concerned, Sarah was 100 percent my little girl. No one could take that away from me.
As I watched her sleeping beside her brother, I knew I’d made the right decision to move. Sarah and her brother were the only ones that kept me pushing forward. Without them, I would never have risen out of my deep depression. It was an ugly place for me and they deserved so much more. I still had demons inside that wanted to pull me back into that hell hole, but I had two good reasons to tell those demons to go fuck off.
At five years old, Sarah was the bane of her brother’s existence. Tommy was seven and smack in the middle of a “girls-have-cooties” phase. If Sarah so much as sneezed wrong, her brother flew into a full-blown rage that took hours to subside. Sarah, of course, loved to rile him up. It was her mission during the entire ride to make him as angry as possible and then watch while he got in trouble for being mean. I knew it wasn’t fair, but I expected more from Tommy. He was older.
When we finally pulled off the highway and began the trek into Telluride, the kids fell asleep together. I glanced behind me in the rearview mirror and saw them each with their heads flopped back against their seats. I smiled to myself and kept driving. There were times during the trip when I’d asked myself why we didn’t just catch a flight. I could have easily paid for first class tickets to Colorado, but the idea of a car trip brought back blissful memories of my childhood. I guess I wanted them to have the same experience. Selfishly, it also allowed me to slow down time. In that moment, they were so young and innocent that I wanted to freeze them forever.
In so many ways, they were still babies, safe from harm and the world’s harsh realities. Still, I knew better. At seven and five, my kids had been through more grief than people three times their ages. My wife, their mother, passed away just over a year before our move to Telluride.
She developed cancer after Sarah’s first birthday, and three years later, she lost the fight. It was hard on the kids, but their innocence helped them grieve quickly and start to move on. For me, it was different.
Thirty minutes later, we pulled into the driveway of our new home, where the moving truck was waiting for us. I climbed out of the car, shaking hands with the moving guys and unlocking the front door. While we unloaded, I let the kids continue sleeping. It was nice to have a bit of peace and quiet, but I also wanted them out of the way while the movers were unloading the furniture and boxes. The last thing I needed was one of them getting hurt.
“Anything else, Mr. Evans?” one of the moving guys asked after they carried the last box inside.
“No.” I shook my head.
“All right,” he said with a nod. “Good luck with everything.”
“Thanks.” I’d already paid the moving company a large sum of money, and I didn’t see a reason to tip the men for doing their jobs.
Just as I was about to unload the luggage from the trunk, Sarah woke up and stepped out of the car. She let the door slam closed behind her. Tommy woke at the sound and rubbed his eyes. He looked around for a few seconds before he too climbed out of the car.
“We’re here already?” Tommy asked.
“Yup.” I said. “What do you think?”
Tommy and Sarah both looked at the house. I followed their gazes and took in the beauty of the house before us. In such a small town, we could get a house three times the size of our home back in San Diego.
“It sucks,” Sarah said boldly.
“Sarah.” I shot her a warning look, but she just shrugged.
“Well, you asked,” she said.
“It’s fine,” Tommy said. “It’s fine, Dad.”
“Can we go inside now?” Sarah asked.
“Sure.” I nodded, and the kids hurried through the front door.
Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I grabbed our luggage out of the trunk and heaved it up the front steps. Once inside, I set the bags in the foyer and went to find my kids. They’d already disappeared, which wasn’t a surprise.
“Sarah!” I called. “Tommy!”
“We’re upstairs!” Tommy yelled back.
With a sigh, I mounted the stairs and went to find them. They were in the master bedroom, looking out the window at the street below.
As they turned around, I noticed the look on Sarah’s face. She was glowering at me, her green eyes narrowed in anger.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I don’t like it,” she said firmly.
“What about it don’t you like?” I asked.
“Everything.”
Shit. They hate it here. How the hell am I going to handle this by myself?
I sighed and walked over to them. Kneeling, I took each of their hands and turned them to face me. Tommy looked at me with wide eyes, waiting for me to speak. Sarah continued to glare. “Look,�
�� I said. “It’s no secret I haven’t done the best job since Mom died. I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to keep things together well enough, but I’m trying. This move is what we all need. We can start fresh here.”
I held my tongue from adding the part about Sarah’s biological father having the nerve to try to waltz into her life and take her away from the only home she’d ever known. As if I’d just stand there and let him take my precious girl away from me. Sure, I had a great chance of winning the custody battle, but he would plant a seed in Sarah’s impressionable mind that she wasn’t my girl – a seed that would eat her up inside. She’d already lost one parent; there was no telling what the news could do to her now. Was I going to stand there and find out? Not a damn chance.
After I’d made it clear that Sarah was not leaving my side and she’d be told the truth when she was old enough to understand, he continued to stand his ground and push harder to get what he wanted.
I understood exactly what was happening. It was more an ego issue with him than what was best for Sarah. As far as I was concerned, I had two choices: beat the crap out of the guy who knocked up my wife and wanted to take my daughter away from me, or leave town.
“We can create new memories here. Doesn’t that sound good?”
They remained silent, just watching me. After a minute, Sarah’s expression softened and she took a step forward. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I felt that familiar tug in my chest that told me how much I loved her. Tommy joined the hug and we held each other.
My life after Telissa’s death had been anything but easy. I shut down and hid. I barely spoke to anyone other than my kids. They became my life, my entire world. Nothing and no one mattered as much as them. My job as a partner at my legal practice stopped mattering to me. I showed up late for meetings and blew off clients left and right. In the end, when I decided to make the move to Colorado, it was a no surprise that I chose to sell off my share to the other partners. They bought me out and, along with my existing fortune, it left me with a solid financial foundation for our new life in Colorado.
