Undone (The Revealed Series)

by Alice Raine

  As tempting as that sounded, we were interrupted by our waitress as she poked her head around the corner and told us our table was ready. The poor girl blushed even redder than I did when she saw the intimate position Jack and I were in.

  Taking my hand, Jack led me inside and we took our seats, our flushed waitress giving us our menus and then dashing away with her eyes averted.

  We had the most stunning view of the coast, but instead of gazing at it, I accepted the glass of champagne that Jack handed me and grinned at him, feeling ten tonnes lighter after my encounter with the press.

  I knew we’d be all over the papers the next day, but I didn’t care–there was no risk from Greg any more and from the gigantic grin on Jack’s face I’d obviously made my man very happy.

  Both of us were grinning like idiots, and stuck in a bubble of happiness because we were hardly speaking as we looked at the menu, just constantly touching and gazing at each other as we chose our food.

  ‘By the way,’ Jack murmured, gaining my attention from the menu, ‘we’re not staying for dessert, Caitlin,’ he announced, flashing me a heated look. ‘With the way I feel right now, there’s no way I can spend much longer without getting you back in our bed.’

  Wow. I loved that I could affect him so potently. I think Jack was probably expecting his words to make me blush and look away in embarrassment, and although I did flush a little, I decided to see if I could shock him for the second time in one evening.

  Licking my lips slowly and seductively, I nodded. ‘I’ll provide you with dessert at home, Jack, and I guarantee you’ll like it more than anything on this menu.’ Slipping my foot from my high heel, I ran my toes up the inside of his thigh until they came to the warmth of his groin, then I wiggled until I felt his thighs tensing and his cock hardening.

  Jack almost sprayed his entire mouthful of champagne out, and I sat back with a cheeky grin on my face as I picked up my menu, nonchalantly pretending to read it.

  Sixty-one

  Allie

  I couldn’t believe I was about to do this, and as a result I was fidgeting on the sofa as I clutched my iPad to my chest and waited for Sean to walk into the room to join me.

  He must have sensed my discomfort, or perhaps it showed on my face, because as he dropped onto the couch beside me he gave me a curious look. ‘What’s up?’

  Shaking my head, I felt my flush spread down my neck in a rush of embarrassed heat. ‘Nothing’s wrong, I...uh...I just wanted to show you something.’

  ‘OK...what is it?’

  I wasn’t sure what to say, so instead I turned the iPad toward him and winced at the astounded expression on his face. ‘You’re shopping for sex toys? Seriously?’

  ‘Kind of...seeing as it’s your birthday soon I wondered if you’d like to pick a present...?’ I let my words trail off and my offer sink in.

  I’d been wracking my brains wondering what I could get him for his birthday; he was super rich, so if he wanted something, he just bought it.

  Then it had hit me. He was keen on sexual exploration, as was I. If I opened up the idea for discussion, maybe I could find the perfect gift, something he would never buy for himself, but would love all the same.

  Shock spread on his handsome face as he licked his lips and keenly took the iPad from me. ‘Really?’

  ‘Mmm-hmm,’ I agreed, absorbing the thrilled look in his eyes. ‘That’s a shopping basket of things I’d be happy to try, so you can take your pick.’

  Sean swallowed, and shifted on the sofa as he reached down and adjusted a growing tent in his shorts. ‘Jesus, Allie, you constantly surprise me.’

  A pleased smile curled my lips.

  ‘So I can pick any of these?’ he asked, scrolling through a page of items which included nipple clamps, ribbons designed for bondage, leather cuffs, and rather bravely, some small butt plugs. Seeing that last item, Sean pursed his lips and looked at me with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. ‘This looks interesting,’ he murmured thickly.

  Rolling my eyes at his predictability, I nodded.

  He let out a deep groan and almost threw my iPad down before closing the gap between us and pouncing on me like a man possessed, his lips sucking, licking, and tugging on mine as his hands began to trace over my clothes almost desperately.

  It seemed that my idea was already going down rather well, and I hadn’t even completed the order yet.

  Before we’d got to the really good stuff, I heard the familiar chirruping of my Skype ringtone filtering through from the iPad buried somewhere between us. Groaning, I tried to remove it, but was halted by Sean as his lips descended to my neck.

  ‘Ignore it,’ he demanded, but I wriggled again and tried to sit up.

  ‘I can’t,’ I panted, managing to push back. ‘Cait texted me this morning to say she had important news and was going to call me. I think this is her.’

  ‘You better make this a bloody quick call, because I’m in serious need of assistance here,’ Sean quipped, eyeing the bulge in his shorts and giving it a quick rub.

  Giggling, I quickly flattened my hair. ‘Hold that thought. I’ll be quick, I promise.’

  Pressing accept, I waited for the screen to load. Finally, the image popped to life and I saw my bestie grinning at me from the screen.

  ‘Allie! Hi!’ She sounded pretty exuberant, and as the camera stilled I noticed that she looked gorgeous, with her make-up done and her hair partially pinned up.

  ‘Hi. Cait. Wow, you look lovely.’

  ‘Thanks.’ Cait then squinted into the camera. ‘You look a bit flustered, have you been running?’

  Beside me Sean grunted his amusement. ‘Uh...no.’ I didn’t know what else to say, so I quickly changed the subject. ‘How come you’re not just calling on your mobile?’

  ‘Jack surprised me with a trip away so I thought I’d show you...can you guess where I am?’

  A trip away? The screen shifted as Cait rotated the phone to show me her location. I saw a large sunlit square full of people; a fountain at the centre bubbling water across a cascade of steps; cafés lining the edges; and somewhere in the distance it sounded like someone was playing an accordion.

  The scene had a distinctly European feel to it. ‘Uhhh...I don’t know, France?’

  Cait’s face came back to the screen, grinning from ear to ear. ‘Close. Italy. We’re in Florence, and it’s even more beautiful than I imagined.’

  A soft smile tugged at my lips. Cait had always wanted to go to Florence.

  ‘I have so much to tell you.’ Cait paused. ‘Let me show you something, hang on...’ There was another pause, and then Caitlin started to walk, the camera shaking and giving me brief glimpses of a cloudless blue sky.

  Beside me, Sean was getting impatient, one of his hands running up and down my thigh as his right hand continued to stroke his groin. Jeez. Talk about distracting.

  Through the iPad there was a low creak. It looked as if she was going through a door, and then more blue sky appeared.

  ‘Let me put this on the table.’ The camera finally steadied and I could see she was in a beautiful, walled courtyard with flowers everywhere, small water fountains, and a pergola decorated with white ribbons in the background.

  ‘Please, don’t be mad, Allie...’ Cait begged as she stepped in front of the camera and held her hand out to something off the screen.

  I saw Cait giggle and tug on whatever she’d reached out for. I realised it was Jack as he joined her in the shot and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

  Wow, Italy obviously suited them because they both looked great; Jack was decked out in dark grey suit trousers, a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up, and a grey waistcoat, and Cait was wearing a beautiful, sleeveless cream dress that accentuated her slim figure to perfection.

  Jack leant towards the camera and greeted us with a wave. ‘Hi, guys!’ Glancing at Cait he then turned back beaming from ear to ear. ‘I’d like to introduce you to the new Mrs Felton.’

  Huh?

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p; Mrs Felton?

  Wait, what?

  ‘We got married ten minutes ago. It was so beautiful, Allie, I wish you could have been here!’ Cait blurted gleefully.

  Married...now the ribbon strewn pergola made sense. Sean stopped his fiddling and, after gawking at me, shuffled closer to look at the screen with me. ‘Wow! Congratulations!’ he said, breaking my stunned silence and making me realise I needed to say something.

  Bouncing up and down on the sofa, I slapped a hand to my forehead as the news finally sunk in. ‘Oh my God! Congratulations! I can’t believe it!’ I giggled. I really couldn’t, I mean, this was Cait–she was probably the worst secret keeper in the world. How the heck had I not known that something was going on? ‘So, was it planned? Did you elope?’

  ‘No! It wasn’t planned at all. We were out for a meal on our first night here and Jack proposed on the spur of the moment!’ Cait beamed at Jack, who shrugged and looked well and truly pleased with himself.

  ‘I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Luckily Caitlin said yes. I did a bit of research to see if a wedding was feasible, and when I saw this venue I asked Caitlin if she’d like to tie the knot while we were here. Luckily she said yes to that too.’ The grin on Jack’s face couldn’t be any larger.

  ‘The ceremony was just the two of us, the marriage official, and some poor unsuspecting Spanish tourists that we dragged in to act as our witnesses.’ Jack continued. ‘I don’t think they recognised me, so they might be a bit shocked to see themselves in the papers tomorrow.’

  ‘Papers?’ Sean asked. ‘You had press there?’

  Jack shook his head and stuck his free hand into the pocket of his trousers. ‘Not really. I have a college friend out here, Antonio. He went into journalism a few years ago, so I invited him and gave him an exclusive. My PR team are going to make a discreet announcement, but we’ve kept it all very low-key. It’ll be interesting to see how long it takes the news to spread.’

  Discreet and low key, exactly how Cait would have wanted it.

  Cait moved forward so more of her face took up the screen and I could immediately see the worried look on her face. ‘You’re not mad, are you, Allie? I know we were supposed to be bridesmaids for each other, but when Jack suggested we get married here it just seemed so right for us.’

  Wiping a happy tear away from my eye, I laughed, wishing I could hug her. ‘Of course I’m not mad! I’m so happy for you both! And you’re right, this is perfect.’

  Sixty-two

  Cait

  The moment I hung up, my new husband pulled me up into his arms with a growl. ‘Now, we’ve called your parents, my parents, and your best friend. Am I finally allowed to have my new wife to myself?’

  Looping my arms around his shoulders, I giggled and leant up to lay a kiss on his lips. ‘Definitely, Mr Felton.’ Extending the kiss into something more heated, I rested my forehead on his, thinking we should stop before we got too carried away in the garden.

  It seemed that Jack had other ideas, because as I tried to pull away, he clung on.

  ‘Uh-uh, you’re not going anywhere, Mrs Felton,’ he murmured with a wicked grin. My heart beat accelerated at the naughty glint in his eye. Joining in with his smile, I raised my eyebrows wondering what he had planned.

  Keeping his eyes locked with mine, Jack crouched, and after shifting his hands to my bum, he tightened his hold on me and stood up again, lifting me clean off the floor. Yelping with surprise and delight, I gripped his shoulders and slid my legs around his waist as he began to walk.

  I was fairly certain he was going to whip me back to our hotel room so he could have his way with me, but instead, he began heading away from the gate and towards the back of the courtyard.

  ‘Where are we going?’

  ‘Somewhere I can pounce on you.’

  Hmm, I liked the sound of that, but we were in a walled garden, so I couldn’t imagine what he meant. Confused, I leaned back and gave him a curious look.

  ‘Well, you always refer to me as your perfect gentleman,’ Jack began, striding with purpose towards nothing but a wall, ‘and I thought that as we are married now it was only fair to warn you that I’m not always quite as gentlemanly...’

  Oh wow. That sounded rather promising.

  He reached the corner of the courtyard and used a foot to kick open an ivy-covered door, disguised in the wall.

  Craning my neck, I saw a small shed-like room hidden behind the door, but I didn’t get much chance to look around because Jack launched me from his arms and up into the air.

  A shriek flew from my lungs as I flailed my arms, but I landed on something soft that cocooned my body and broke my fall. I realised I was on a huge stack of sun lounger cushions, topped with blankets and pillows.

  Jack flicked a switch to his left and promptly attacked me, falling over my body with a lusty rumble and kissing me with so much passion that I could do nothing but arch into his touch and groan my appreciation.

  A few seconds later, when he allowed me to come up for air, I briefly glanced around and saw the stone room was illuminated with fairy lights, the little trails of bulbs twinkling from almost every available surface.

  ‘I may have prepared a little in advance,’ he admitted with a grin, kissing me again as one hand began to explore down my body.

  ‘So you’re showing me your impetuous non-gentlemanly side but you prepped beforehand?’ I enquired, teasing before I lost the ability to speak.

  ‘Hmm, yes.’ Nibbling at my neck, I felt him chuckle against my heated skin. ‘What can I say? I want to be a bad boy, but I’m just a good guy at heart.’

  Jack was good through and through, but this was a lovely surprise. ‘That you are, but I believe you promised me a pouncing, Mr Felton?’

  Instead of continuing to kiss my neck, Jack gave a small nip to the tender skin below my ear and laughed again, this time lustier. ‘I did, didn’t I, Mrs Felton?’ he smirked. ‘Let’s see about that, shall we?’

  Raising onto his forearms, Jack immediately gripped my left wrist, pulling my hand to his mouth and placing a lingering kiss on my wedding ring before he pinned the hand above my head and repeated the action with the right arm.

  His head lowered to mine, trailing kisses across my cheek to my lips and then licked and nibbled across my gasping mouth and slid his tongue inside.

  As we kissed, his right hand explored my body, across the silk of my dress, with several appreciative hums before pausing on my breast and pulling away with a grumble.

  ‘Too many clothes.’ Using the hold he had on my wrists, Jack pulled me to a sitting position and let go of me as he rose gracefully to his feet and immediately began to strip his clothes off. ‘I should have undressed you first. I’ll remember that next time I plan a pouncing,’ he informed me with a wicked glint in his eye.

  Once he was naked, and splendidly aroused, he held out a hand and pulled me to my feet. I was nowhere near as graceful, because my legs were decidedly wobbly after watching his strip tease. He didn’t let go of me as his other hand reached around and swiftly pulled down the zip to my dress. Moments later, his hands were splaying on my shoulders and he slid them inside the dress and helped it fall from my body.

  The beautiful lace underwear set Jack had given me as a wedding gift was next to be removed, and then I was standing wearing just my wedding garter. Jack gave it a brief caress before helping me back down to the soft blankets and beginning to kiss his way down my body.

  We were naked in a shed, and I really couldn’t have cared less.

  His lips rested on the garter and he tugged at the lace with his teeth before looking up and grinning. ‘I like this. Very traditional. I think it can stay on.’

  I was about to say I was glad he liked it, but my eyes rolled shut as his lips moved from the garter, working higher until they focused on a very different target. ‘Oh God...’ His tongue immediately flattened against my clitoris, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body as his large palms slid up my thighs and pre
ssed my legs open wider.

  Shifting one hand, he introduced a finger, circling it around my sensitive flesh before running his tongue down to join it until I was writhing below his touch and mumbling incoherently. Gradually, his mouth worked its way back up to my clit and he sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth, causing a gurgled mumble to slide from my lips as my hands buried into his hair and gripped.

  My body arched into his touch, wishing the sensations would never end but desperate for release at the same time.

  ‘Patience, Mrs Felton, we’ll get there soon enough,’ he whispered against my quivering flesh before pressing one finger up inside of me and crooking it so it rubbed at my g-spot. I certainly would get there soon if he kept up that amazing move.

  Just when I was on the verge of exploding into a climax he stopped, but before I could complain, Jack was donning a condom and shifting his body over mine so the tip of his cock was resting where his fingers had been. Hmm. His fingers were good, but this would be better.

  ‘I love you, Caitlin,’ he murmured, right before he pressed his hips forwards and sunk inside me. The contact of his pelvic bone against my clit added to my already heightened state, triggering an instant climax that had me screaming and clawing at his back.

  As lost in the moment as I was, I forced myself to grip his biceps and return his sentiment. It was our wedding day, after all. ‘I love you too, Jack.’

  With my body still convulsing, Jack remained deeply planted inside me, just giving the smallest circles to help me ride out my orgasm, and once I’d come down from my high he grinned and lowered his head for a deep kiss.

  I felt his cock give a jerk inside as if urging him to move, so I sunk my fingers into his hair and pulled his head back. I could see a film of sweat on his brow, so with our eyes still locked I began to grind myself against him.

  Jack quickly got the message, beginning to move his hips and dragging his length slowly out before pressing back in again with a low groan. His control was fast deserting him, because he only managed to go slow for a minute or so before his eyes intensified, along with his movements, and his thrusts sped up.