Hale Series Boxed Set

by Marie James

  “Did Alexa…?” Not Josie. Ian. I gasp and nearly fall over, shocked that he’s here, my body relieved at the same time.

  He has a smile on his face like he hasn’t seen me in years.

  “Hey gorgeous.” Is he trying to embarrass me? I have on no makeup, my hair is a mess and I’m standing in the open door in a ratty tank top and shorts that are so old I have to roll the top to keep them on my hips.

  “Uhhh...hi.” I know he can tell I’m embarrassed because I can feel how red my cheeks are. “I thought you were out of town?” I step back so he can walk in, closing the door behind us.

  “My work in Seattle didn’t take as long as I’d anticipated.” He’s standing awfully close and I’m grateful I’d brushed my teeth right before he got here. “Did you have dinner?”

  “Yeah. A Lean Cuisine.” He’s kissing down my neck.

  “Dessert?” He whispers in my ear before clamping his teeth on the lobe. My pussy drenches instantly and all I can manage is a shake of my head. I can feel him smile against my neck. “Me either and I’m starving!” His lips are now on mine, his tongue battling with mine. My hands are on the back of his neck pulling him into me. “Roommates?” He mutters through our kiss.

  “Not here,” I say only removing my mouth from his to answer. His hands glide over my ass cheeks. I groan into his mouth and press my breasts against his muscled chest. I break the kiss. “They’ll be home eventually though. We need to take it to my room.”

  “Don’t like an audience?” He reaches in to kiss me again.

  “I’m not sharing the sight of this glorious body with anyone!” I reach down and squeeze his hard ass.

  He laughs, leans in and takes my mouth again. “As you wish.” He grips my ass and lifts me, my legs wrap around his waist and I almost melt at the contact of his thick erection against my drenched center.

  We’re all hands and mouths by the time we make it to my room and close the door. Ian walks to my bed with me still wrapped around him. He leans over and lays me across it, his outstretched hand catching our weight.

  “How sore are you?” I can see concern etched on his face as he pulls away from my mouth. It stirs something inside of me. Hope?

  I shake my head. “Not at all. I took a long bubble bath. Soothed all of the soreness away. It’s like you were never there.”

  “I think I can remedy that!” He stands up and tugs me to the edge of the bed. He closes my thighs and hastily removes my shorts and I can hear a grunt of approval when he sees that I’m sans panties. Bending over, he lightly kisses my stomach just above the apex of my thighs. I squirm more to get him lower with his hot mouth than to try to get away. He licks into my belly button, slowly raising my tank top as he makes his way north. Wrong way! I want to shout, but this is his show and the ending is always good, no matter what the middle contains.

  His hot, tantalizing lips make their way to my hardened nipple. A moan is out of my mouth the second he takes the tiny bud between his lips; his tongue darting out, flicking it. My body arches into his mouth, begging for more, searching for release. He releases one nipple only to turn his head and provide the same torturous stimulation to the other.

  “Please!” My eyes are squeezed tight and my body is wound so tight I may fracture at any moment.

  “Please?” He taunts. “You don’t have to beg, baby. You know I’ll take care of you.”

  I whimper again as he kisses the pulse point on my neck and his pants covered cock presses right into my throbbing clit. He strokes against my folds repeatedly; my desperation for release has me shifting my hips in an attempt to increase the pressure.

  “Please, Ian. No more torture. I need you!” I’m panting and he knows how badly my body is aching for him. I’ve no idea how he maintains this level of control.

  “Need is such a strong word, Lorali.” He grins down at me.

  That’s it! I place my hands on his chest and shove him off of me with all my strength. I’m surprised he actually moves away, but him doing that brings another level of safety and trust I have for him.

  Before I can even register the look of shock on his face or the curse from his lips, my hands are at the bottom of his shirt, and ripping it over his head.

  “Shut the fuck up, Ian!” I mimic his words from the club the other night. He only grins at me, now bare chested, his hands down by his sides. A look of Do your worst is in his eyes. Challenge accepted, Mr. Hale, mine say back to him.

  I’m working the buckle loose on his Italian leather belt when I see him reach into his pocket and pull a strip of condoms out. He tosses them on the bed and resumes his stance of faux submission; his only other movement is the shifting from foot to foot for him to kick his shoes off.

  I bite his abs and follow his pants and boxer briefs to the floor once I get him unbuttoned and unzipped. The minute my mouth is within reach I’m sucking his cock, taking long, aggressive pulls from the base of his thick cock all the way to the tip. I’m just short of choking myself.

  “Fuck! Lorali! Yes!” His hand on the back of my head is nowhere near as gentle as it was in the shower yesterday. He greedily pushes himself further into my mouth until he’s as far down my throat as humanly possible. Silly man, don’t you know the woman holds the power in a blow job! I swallow twice, my throat closing around the head of his cock. His whole body convulses and I use this moment to pull back and let him fall from my lips.

  I stand and he reaches for my face and I know he has the urge to kiss me, a reward so to speak for the pleasure I gave him, but I’m having none of that! I spin him around and shove him down on the bed. His eyes are still glazed over as I push on him, indicating I want him sitting up at the top of my bed, back against the head board. The smug look from earlier is nowhere to be found.

  I crawl up his body, running my nose and hot breath from his knee to his groin, merely stopping by his cock for a quick lick. I trace his muscles with my tongue, paying special attention to his tatted nipple. This nipple is my favorite. His breathing is shallow; his heavily lidded eyes seem to have lost focus. I grab a condom from beside him and open it with my teeth, spitting the torn section to the floor. A sharp intake of air whistles through his teeth when I lean back and sheath his hot cock with the condom.

  Leaning back on my heels, I run my hand from my breast, over my stomach, to my mound. He watches intently as I dip two fingers inside myself. I can’t help the noise that comes from my throat. Pulling my soaked fingers away, he watches silently as I spread my wetness over his cock. Once satisfied it’s wet enough I slide my fingers past his lips onto his tongue; he licks them clean. The feel of his scorching hot tongue licking my fingers make my pussy clench and for a second I almost climb him and sit on his face. Regaining what little control I’m barely grasping, I rock up on my knees and line his erection up with my slit.

  In one fluid motion and an attempt to prove my power over him, I slam down and take him to the root. Bad idea!!

  He’s too big, too much to force into my body like this! Now I understand why he works me up to it! He’s making sure I’m ready for his invasion.

  “Fuck! Lorali!” I can feel his hands trembling on my thighs.

  My eyes are squeezed tight and I don’t move, doing my best to will my body to open up and allow me to take him fully. Ian wraps his strong arms around my back and pulls me to his mouth. His tongue licking into mine as I pant and try to regain control.

  “Did you break her?” He murmurs with a smile against my lips. I can’t even respond. He nips at my chin, stroking my back, holding me stock still, static on his pulsing dick.

  I finally open my eyes to find him staring at me, evaluating the situation. “Trust me?” He flicks his tongue out and licks my bottom lip.

  I nod my head before I can even contemplate the actual question. His hands glide down my back and grip my ass cheeks. He lifts me several inches from the base of his cock, the relief is immediate. Using his arm strength he gently lowers and raises my body along his shaft. The feelin
g is blissful causing me to roll my eyes to the back of my head, my body easing and releasing tension that was built up in my muscles from the impaling incident moments before.

  “Stay with me, Lorali.” His voice is soft and sensual. The best I can do is half open my eyes and I’m granted a slight reprieve when he leans in and takes my mouth with his. The kiss is just as slow as the rocking of my hips.

  My body begins to take over, my legs allowing for more weight. He removes his hands from under me, giving me full reign over the situation. I use this opportunity to increase the pace. Seconds is all it takes before I can feel the flutters of an orgasm creeping down my spine. My inner walls spasm and he knows it’s coming. He reaches up and grabs my face with both his hands, his forehead resting against mine, his exhale becoming my inhale. “Wait for me, Lorali.”

  “I…I can’t!” I slow my movements in an attempt to stave off the impending explosion.

  “Don’t slow down! Make me come while you’re riding my cock! Make yourself come! God! Lorali!” His desperation causes me to increase my tempo; I put all of my focus on him and before I know it I’m taking him to the root again, only this time my body has adjusted and is begging for even more.

  “Ian! I’m coming!” My pussy’s vice like grip clinging to him, gripping him in waves, sets off his own release. In one fluid movement his hands are behind me clutching me to his chest; his hips are flexing while he pistons in and out of me making sure to drain us both.

  He releases me, his arms falling to his sides, exhausted. His breathing is far from normal. I can’t even move. I just lay on his chest willing my eyesight to return to normal, the orgasm having left behind starbursts of light in my vision. The beat of his heart steady and rapid against my ear.

  “You and that sweet cunt of yours are trying to kill me.” I grin against his chest, still incapable of speech. “No better way to die.”

  Chapter 36

  Ian

  Work has been crazy this week, for me at least. Nothing has really changed other than the fact that I’m not able to push thoughts of Lorali from my head long enough to get anything done. That beautiful siren has me entranced. Thankfully tomorrow night is the Sweetheart’s Gala and I can see her again. Stacey wasn’t very happy when she got a call from my assistant that things have changed and she wouldn’t be accompanying me to the event. I did try to cushion the blow by making sure she had a pair of tickets and hopefully she’ll be able to find a date. She’s a ten so I have no doubts.

  I’ve talked and texted with Lorali frequently this past week, but have not seen her in person since she kicked me out early Tuesday morning so she could get ready for work. We’d pretty much stayed in her room for forty-eight hours, only leaving to run out and grab something to eat. I was able to put out work fires by using my cell phone. Each time there was an issue I was thankful to have such dedicated people on my team that could pick up the slack. I do think my personal assistant had a mild stroke when I called and told her not to expect me in on Monday, but there was no way was I leaving her bed until she forced me out.

  We talked about everything under the sun: work, school, dreams, family, but we never discussed us. This actually floored me, most women that come after me for more than just sex want to try to jump right in and talk about our future. It’s almost immediately after our mutual climax: When can I see you again? I want you to meet my parents. We should go away together. Usually the red flags go up and I’m out the door before they can straighten their skirts.

  With Lorali it’s different. Discussions with her didn’t include words like us or we, they were about her and her plans, the things she’s working towards. She hopes to be married one day but never set a vibe like she was hinting that she wanted it to be me, just mentioned it in passing that her life would more than likely go that way. She shared her hopes of one day being an investigative reporter and the possibility of children down the road.

  She listened intently to me as well, showing no frustration or sadness when I explained that I couldn’t see myself as being a husband or a father. She just smiled and nodded like she knew that all along. It was honestly crushing, not that I wanted her to want me in that capacity for her, but her not being able to picture me in those roles at all.

  I can tell she’s enjoying spending time with me as much as I am with her, but I can also tell she’s resigned in the fact that we have no future. She somehow knows that I’m not inclined to do the relationship thing, anticipating that what we have will end soon. The idea of not calling her, not texting her once this ends has distracted me. The idea of never holding her, being inside her ever again is devastating.

  She has no clue that I’ve never even had what I’ve shared with her with another woman. I’ve never spent two days solid with a woman, never had people at the office screen my calls and weed through them before they got to me. I’ve never called into work just to spend the day lounging in a bed talking about my life goals and favorite movies.

  Well not just. There was quite a bit of physical interaction between the two of us as well. We both seemed unable to keep our hands off of each other. We did our best to be as courteous as possible. We were well aware that other people were in the apartment, but a few times the extreme volume of the TV or stereo after we were done hinted that we weren’t fooling anyone!

  I’d suggested late on Sunday that we could go to my house and be as loud as we wanted. I even tried to sweeten the deal with describing all of the surfaces she’d love to be spread out on around my house, yet she declined, saying she felt most comfortable in her own surroundings.

  It wasn’t until earlier today, during a particularly long reflection session that I realized that not once has she initiated contact with me. Every call, every text conversation started with me reaching out first. I tried not to dwell on it, but the longer I tried to force it from my head the more it bothered me. So I asked.

  Me: Hey, babe. You busy?

  Lorali: Nope. What’s up?

  Not busy, but not reaching out just to chat. Ugh just shove my balls in her purse to carry around, only to hand them back out when she sees fits.

  Me: Nothing I was just thinking about all the times we talk and text.

  Lorali: It’s honestly one of my favorite things.

  Me: Really? You never just shoot me a text or call.

  Lorali: You’re a busy man; I don’t want to bother you just to say hi :)

  Me: I want you to bother me ;)

  Lorali: Seriously? I don’t want to get on your nerves and run you off.

  Me: Is that so?

  Lorali: Yep, I’m not done fucking you yet.

  Talk about instant erection! So she’s avoiding behaviors that some men would consider clingy because she wants to keep me around longer? I can live with that! Honestly, I don’t want things to end either.

  Me: That’s good to know. I may never be done fucking you!

  Lorali: Good to hear. Maybe you won’t cancel on me tomorrow then. Seriously I just don’t want to run you off.

  Me: I’m not going anywhere, Lorali.

  Chapter 37

  Lorali

  After spending the extended weekend with Ian and knowing we’ll be together at tomorrow night’s gala, nothing can bring me down. For being a billionaire he’s actually a pretty normal guy, well except for his penchant for gory, B rated movies. There’s nothing good about Swamp Thing!

  His last set of texts made my heart skip a beat. It’s been utter torture not reaching out to him all week. He’s called and texted several times over the past few days, and had I known he wanted me to call or text I would’ve. Last night especially when a reminder of his voice in my ear could’ve possibly helped me with a round of self-pleasure I was attempting. When I said he’s ruined me for every other man, apparently this includes my battery operated boyfriend. I eventually gave up and went to sleep pouting like a baby. I’d thought about just showing up at his house and demanding that he fuck me so I could get a good night’s sleep, but talked myse
lf out of it. Oh well, the wet dream I had after falling asleep was better than anything I could’ve done to myself!

  I’m not going anywhere, Lorali.

  I’m doing my best to try not to read too much into his text but even taken at face value it’s pretty damn powerful. You’d think by now my face would hurt from all of the smiling I’ve done the past couple of weeks. Yet, I’m still very cautious. I understand I’m not hard to look at, I find myself quite funny, and I seem to be able to get along with just about anyone; but the billionaire and the journalist? Yes I use the term lightly…I’m well aware of what my job entails. It just doesn’t mesh and I’m constantly reminding myself not to get too deep, not to invest much in him, all the while hoping the fallout won’t be as tragic as I know it will be.

  I’m cautious about the whole situation. We haven’t been out in public really since the club and a brief introduction to Garrett is the only fragile link I have to anything in his life besides him. He has no issues around Alexa and Josie, even though we honestly haven’t spent much time around them, just seen them in passing on our way in and out to grab food and grab a few things from his house, but I still can’t help feeling like his dirty little secret. I think that has a lot to do with why I’m so giddy about going to the gala with him as his date, that and of course it’s Ian Hale and he’s gloriously gorgeous and sweet.

  I realize that if he’s actually the person he’s showing himself to be to me then is he a great guy, one I’d be blessed to have around even if he wasn’t in his particular socioeconomic situation.

  Work tonight consisted of drinks at a new bar and dinner at a five star restaurant that everyone seems to be raving about. Tom was able to get me reservations and I can say that the entire place was top shelf and I can see why everyone is all over social media singing its praises.

  It’s not too late when I finally make it back home and I’m glad. I haven’t had the best of sleep the past few nights. I find it amazing how quickly I adapted to Ian being wrapped around me in bed for the three nights that he was here and I’m even more stupefied by how much I toss and turn since he’s been gone.