by Ali Parker
“What the hell? What’s wrong with you? Please tell me you have something else up your sleeve?”
“Nothing’s wrong with me. I want her in my life. That’s the only way she’ll believe I’m serious about her. I’m keeping the company, that’s all I really wanted. The money isn’t important,” I said, shrugging a shoulder.
“That’s stupid. She can’t ask you to give up that money. What kind of woman does that?” he scoffed.
“Careful, you’re talking about my almost fiancée there,” I said, not appreciating the way he was speaking of her.
He shook his head, sucking down the water that had been delivered. “I think you need to get your money and then dump her. Sign the paperwork, get the money transferred into an account, and cut her loose. Or, if you insist you have to be with her, tell her you donated the money and put it in an offshore account. She’ll never know.”
“No. I’m not going to lie to her.”
He slammed his open hand down on the table, spilling the full glass of soda and water. “You can’t let this happen! What is wrong with you? Have you lost your mind? You’re thinking with your dick and not your head,” he snarled.
“Relax,” I snapped.
He leaned back in his chair, dragging in a deep breath before running his hands over his face, rubbing his bloodshot eyes. “I don’t get it. Why are you giving up everything?”
“I’m not sure what part you aren’t getting about all of this. I love Hailey. I want Hailey. The money doesn’t matter. I’ve told you that several times. And I wasn’t making it up. I really love her, and I don’t need money to be happy—I need her.”
He wrinkled his nose. “How’s that even possible?”
I opened my mouth to explain when I got a text. I checked my phone and grinned.
“You know what, I’ve got to go. While this has been an invigorating discussion, I’ve got something better waiting for me at home.”
He was actively scowling at me. “You’re ditching me?”
I smiled. “You’ll be fine. Eat, get a Bloody Mary, and then go home and sleep. You’re cranky. You’re no fun to be around when you’re cranky.”
“I’m not cranky. I think you’re being an idiot. I’m going to think that tomorrow after I sleep as well,” he shot back.
I was ignoring him, busy texting Hailey back. She was picking up takeout and heading to my house. She was always going to be my first choice.
“See you later, Zach. I’ll give you a call,” I said, getting up and walking out.
I swung by a store, picked up a nice bottle of wine and then a bouquet of wildflowers before heading home. It was mid-afternoon, but I hoped Hailey would be staying through dinner. I knew it was a lot to ask, and I didn’t want to push the issue, but I wanted her. The nearly two-weeks we had been apart had left me very lonely. After being so close to her last night and then walking away with only a kiss had been difficult. But, I would take it as slow as she wanted me to.
When I stepped off the elevator, the first thing I smelled was the Chinese food.
“Hey,” she greeted from her place on the bench.
“Hi,” I said, walking toward her and giving her a quick kiss before handing her the flowers.
“Thank you, these are beautiful.”
I unlocked the front door and held it open while she carried the bags of food inside. She headed for the kitchen and began grabbing plates while I filled two glasses with wine. She put the flowers in a vase. I loved seeing her move around my kitchen like she belonged.
“You finished early today?” I asked, sitting down at the table across from her.
She nodded. “Yep. I picked up the script, signed my life away on about a million pieces of paper, and that was it. I hope you don’t mind that I called so early in the day. I was surprised you weren’t at work.”
I shrugged a shoulder. “I’ve been doing a lot of working from home.”
“Really?”
I nodded. “Last week I wasn’t up for the office. This week, I realized how easy it is to Skype and delegate. I loosened the reins a little I guess you could say.”
She smiled. “Good. You need to enjoy life instead of working so much.”
“I plan on doing just that with you in it. I know your schedule is probably going to be jampacked over the next few months. I want to spend every minute I can with you.”
She smiled. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”
We chatted about her movie and the new ads I was hoping to land. It felt good to be able to talk to her again. I realized she was truly my best friend, the one I could share everything with. Zach was my best friend in one sense, but Hailey was my other half. The one I didn’t have to hide anything from. I hadn’t realized how freeing it would be to finally have my father’s will out in the open. I didn’t have to tiptoe around it anymore. There was nothing coming between us.
“I’ll clean up. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable in the living room,” I told her.
She grabbed a few things and carried them into the kitchen before pouring a glass of wine and walking toward the living room. I joined her minutes later, sitting close to her on the couch and holding her like I had done so many times before. We sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the peace and quiet.
“I’ve missed this,” she said with a sigh.
“Me too.”
My hand rubbed up and down her arm. She leaned forward to set her wine glass on the coffee table. I ran my hand up the back of the pretty, flowing shirt she had on, relishing in the feel of her satiny smooth skin under my palm.
My knuckles brushed over her ribcage as I moved my hands forward to cup her breasts through the bra. She leaned back, casting a glance over her shoulder.
“I’ve missed this too,” she whispered.
“Have you?” I asked, tweaking her nipples through the lace covering her breasts.
She groaned softly, nodding her head. “I have.”
“Me too. I’ve missed being with you.”
She turned to face me on the couch, pulling her shirt over her head and looking at me with eyes that said she was mine for the taking. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips before moving down to suckle her neck. Her hands came to rest on either side of my face, pulling me away from her neck.
I waited for her to tell me to stop as she stared into my eyes. She didn’t say stop. Her mouth slammed against mine, telling me it was definitely a go. She was ready. I was more than ready but forced myself to simmer down. I didn’t want to scare her.
“Hailey, I want you,” I groaned, moving back to her neck while my hands cupped her breasts.
“I want you, Terran. I’m yours. Take me.” She gasped as my mouth closed over her nipple through the lace.
I stood up and walked with her to my bedroom. I was going to take her, and I was never letting her go.
Chapter 56
Hailey
It felt like the first time all over again. My stomach had butterflies as I trailed behind him into his bedroom. I was always the follower, the eager pupil in our lovemaking. He had the experience. I wanted to be the one to dominate him, but not tonight. Tonight, I was at his mercy, eager to let him have his way with me to do as he pleased.
He left the light off as we passed through the door, leading me straight to his bed. He stopped, turned to face me and cupped my face in his hands before gently kissing me. I could feel the pent-up passion running through him. I didn’t want slow and gentle. He’d been handling me with kid gloves for too long. My body wouldn’t break. I felt ready and wanted him to take me hard in wild abandon.
“Terran,” I said his name pulling my mouth away from his.
“What is it? Do you want to stop?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No, definitely not. I want you to take me. Don’t hold back. Ravish me. I can feel you holding back, straining. Don’t,” I whispered.
“Hailey, I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, stepping away from me.
“You won’t.”
I turned into a tigress. I wasn’t going to fight my own passion and ripped his shirt open down the center, my eyes on his the whole time. I saw the green flare and knew I had triggered the beast. He stared me down, his eyes dropping to my heaving chest before his hands went to the waistband of the floral skirt I had on and yanked it down.
I gasped when cool air from the AC vent washed over my body, barely covered by the matching black lace bra and thong I had on. He dropped to his knees in front of me and closed his mouth over the heat pooling between my legs. I jerked at the feel of his teeth gently clamping over me before his hands reached up and ripped my dainty lace panties away. His hands moved to the inside of my thighs, pushing them open while his mouth closed over my core.
I nearly choked as I inhaled sharply. His tongue was violently lapping over me, thrusting between my lips as his hands clenched my ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading.
“Oh god,” I cried out, knowing I was going to orgasm, my legs violently shaking.
He dove in deeper with his tongue, his fingers squeezing my ass in a combination of pleasure and pain. Then it happened. Everything broke free, and I felt myself falling. He lowered me to the floor, his mouth moving over my body as I convulsed and jerked beneath him. His mouth closed over mine, his tongue pushing inside my mouth just as it had between my legs. I gasped at the taste of myself on his lips and felt myself growing more aroused.
“I could fuck you for days,” he groaned, moving his mouth to my neck and sucking hard.
I arched my body up, encountering the rough material of his pants against my bare, aching flesh. “Do it. I need you,” I groaned, reaching between us to get his clothes off.
He rolled off me, undoing his pants along with his boxers and shucking them in record speed before taking his undershirt off and rolling over on top of me once again. His hand slid under me, unfastening my bra and yanking it off.
“I have to have you again. You taste too good,” he whispered, taking one nipple into his mouth and working down my body.
I squirmed under him. “Wait,” I said, feeling daring.
“What are you doing?” he paused, his mouth above my navel.
“Turn around,” I ordered.
He paused, as if he was confused, then his nostrils flared when he understood my meaning. He crawled off me before turning his body to hang his big, beautiful dick in front of my face. I reached up and grabbed it, loving the feel of it in the palm of my hand. I gripped it in one hand before raising my head to take the first taste of him.
He jerked and moaned low in his throat before lowering his face between my bent legs. “Spread your legs,” he ordered.
I let my knees fall wide while his mouth worked over my pussy again. I sucked him deep into my throat, giving him as much attention as he gave me. My body stiffened, my lips locking around his dick in my mouth as another climax rolled over me. He yanked his dick out of my mouth and moved to cover me with his body, his dick sliding into my clenching pussy as I slammed my fists against the floor.
“There, you go,” he whispered rocking inside me hard and fast.
I was whimpering and moaning, my head rolling back and forth as his body slid in and out of mine.
“Ohhh,” I dragged out, unable to form words.
He stopped moving and pulled out, moving to his knees and pulling me up to a sitting position. He leaned forward and kissed me, brushing my hair back from my face. Then he was on his feet pulling me up his body before turning me around, pushing me toward the bed. I leaned over, my hands on the edge of the mattress, my butt in the air, telling him what I wanted.
He growled low in his throat and smacked my ass with an open palm. I cried out at the sharp pain followed by a stinging sensation that he leaned down and kissed to make all better.
“Oh, Hailey, the things I want to do with you,” he cooed, his hands roaming down my spine and over my ass before spreading my pussy and pushing in his index finger.
I groaned, putting my head back, relishing in the feel of his finger probing inside me. He pulled his finger out, found a condom and worked it over his dick, and stepped between my legs. A delicious shiver ran through me at what was to come.
One quick push, and his heavy cock slid inside of me, one inch at a time. I loved his dick. I wanted to ride him all the time. He had turned me into a sex-crazed woman. All I could think about was sex when I was around him.
“You feel so good inside me,” I said groaning.
“I love being inside your tight pussy,” he rasped, his hands moving to my hips as he pushed himself in the last long inch.
He seated himself deep inside me and didn’t move. I could feel my pussy milking him, taking him impossibly deeper and tickling nerves that had been previously untouched.
“I’m, I, I’m going to come,” I cried out in disbelief. My body couldn’t be sated.
He growled low in his throat and pushed his thighs against mine, somehow, going deeper. My body began to rock of its own volition.
“That’s it, milk me. I can feel you clamping down on me. It feels so good, Hailey. Does it feel good?” he asked in a guttural voice.
“Yes! Yes!” I screamed as my body exploded around him.
His hands were running up and down my sides before reaching under me and grabbing my breasts, pulling the nipples and taking the climax to a new level. My body bucked back against him, taking him deep inside as I cried out with sheer ecstasy.
I felt myself spiraling downward, collapsing on the bed face first with him still buried inside me. He began to move, slowly at first, sliding in my juices as he moved.
“God, you’re so wet,” he said groaning.
I wanted to tell him three orgasms would do that but couldn’t quite form the words with what he was doing behind me. I arched my back, letting him get deep inside my slippery passage.
“Oh fuck, you’re soaking me, baby. I’m drowning in your sweet pussy juices, and it feels so good.” He moaned, dragging his dick in and out before picking up the speed, his breathing coming fast and hard.
“Pull my hair,” I panted, wanting the thrill of that little pinch of pain that had been so exciting when he spanked me.
His hand was immediately in my hair, gently tugging as he fucked me hard. I felt it. There it was! It was the delicious pinch of pain mixed with extreme pleasure.
“Harder!” I demanded.
His hand pulled my hair, while his body ramrodded against me, taking me to new heights I didn’t know existed. Then, his free hand slapped against my ass. I burst into a million pieces, seeing stars in front of my eyes, listening to his roar of pleasure from somewhere far away.
He collapsed on his back beside me, breathing hard as he reached out to put an arm over me. “You okay?” he gasped.
I moaned in response. My body was completely spent. I rolled toward him, putting my hand on his chest and feeling his heart pound against it. We laid there for a while, catching our breath before he cleared his throat.
“There is one more thing we need to do to get the inheritance released,” he said in a low voice.
“What’s that?”
“My uncle hired an investigator to dig into our engagement. He wants to interview us next Friday. Basically, he wants to see if our stories check out. I tried to get out of it, but it isn’t going to happen. I’ve told my attorney only basic questions can be asked. I don’t want you telling him anything you aren’t comfortable with. I don’t like the invasion of privacy one bit. If the guy asks something you don’t like, don’t answer it and walk away,” he instructed.
“Are we going to be doing these interviews separately?”
“I imagine so. I don’t know for sure. I really don’t like the idea of anyone prying into my personal life, especially my relationship with you. But I have to give them something. If he doesn’t like what he hears, he can take it all and shove it up his ass,” he said firmly.
I giggled. “That would be interesting. We can get through one interview. I want
you to hold onto your company. I know how much work you’ve put into it.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate that. I have put everything I have into that company. It’s very important to me. The thought of it being shut down and dismantled is literally painful.”
I ran my hand over his bare chest, feeling the crinkly hairs under my palm. “I’ll do what I can to help you hold onto it. It’s only an interview, how hard can it be?”
He chuckled. “I don’t know. Everything about this situation has been extremely difficult. I’ve learned to expect the worse.”
I leaned up and kissed his nipple. “It’s going to be fine.”
He sighed and finally made a move to sit up. “Want another glass of wine?”
I giggled softly. “Yes, I am a little parched.”
“I bet you are,” he said in a gruff voice, turning to look back at my naked body sprawled out on his bed.
“Keep looking at me like that and we’re going to die of dehydration,” I said with a coy smile.
“Then I better get you hydrated. I like you wet and slippery.”
I gasped in surprise, making him laugh. “Don’t play the innocent thing with me. I know you. You’re a wildcat.”
I felt myself blushing. “Was that too much?”
He slowly shook his head, his gaze focused on my breasts. “Definitely not. I think there’s a lot more to learn about what you like in bed. And I’m more than happy to explore that with you.”
“I’m counting on you to teach me everything.”
He grinned. “I’ve always kind of fantasized about the naughty schoolgirl and the dirty professor thing.”
I burst into laughter, an idea already forming in the back of my mind. “Come on. I’m thirsty,” I said, getting off the bed in nothing but my birthday suit as I made my way to the kitchen.
“You can’t walk around here naked and not expect me to want to fuck you in every room on every available surface,” he said with a growl in his voice. He walked up behind me, his erection poking me in the rear.
I burst into laughter, happier than I had been in a long time. Then something dawned on me. “Where’s my ring.”
