Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way Book 3)

by Vera Roberts

  We then went to the High Museum of Art and Ian tried to blend in with everyone, but was spotted the morning we arrived. At first, he hated the intrusion of our privacy, but appreciated how the art curators gave us a private tour of the facilities.

  Our last stop was at the Atlanta Botanical Gardens. As we explored nature and the wonderful creation of God, two burly men who were casually dressed followed us at a close distance. We never had security before and this was something unexpected, but given recent events, it wasn’t a complete surprise.

  “How long are they going to be with us?” I ask as we admired an exhibit at the Botanical Garden.

  “Not long,” he stood behind me and admired the Cascades Garden, “this is to ensure no one tries anything.”

  I know I wasn’t supposed to be scared but Ian’s voice didn’t make it sound like I should be carefree about the potential danger I was in. My chest tightens and I release a small breath. I decided to refocus my worry on a question that had been gnawing at me since the confrontation a few days ago. “How do you know Senator Edwards?”

  “His father-in-law, Dimitri Papadakis, and my father are very good friends. They’ve always been very close.” Ian pauses. “Jay’s wife, Sanora, taught me a lot about BDSM.”

  A woman teaching a man about BDSM? I don’t think I’ve read that in the books. “So, she was your Dominant?”

  “Yes, you can say that,” he softly grins, “she taught me everything I needed to know.”

  I’m wildly curious at what everything actually means. I hold off on pursuing further discussion as I caught a glimpse of the security strolling nearby. “Will anyone come after you because of what happened?”

  “When you’re a Ferguson, you’re always a target.” He casually replies. It’s clear it’s something he’s used to, though he hates it. His relentless drive for success and to be the best at what he does would make anyone target him specifically, even if they have no clue about this familial connection. “It doesn’t matter if it wasn’t your fault. The simple fact you exist makes people wonder how close can they actually get.”

  I soak in the information and wonder how much of it did Ian had to go through in his thirty-six years on earth. It must’ve been a ride knowing your name was synonymous with wealth and power, even if you didn’t know a quarter of the story. Even if you simply didn’t care. It explains why Ian was always on holiday somewhere and never truly present at the family board meetings unless he had to be there.

  I think back to our spontaneous day trip. While drama and obligations awaited us back in Los Angeles, we were able to enjoy each other and Atlanta without questions or anyone else bothering us. I did have an unshakeable feeling we were being watched. I imagine we’ll make the gossip blogs before the day ends.

  “You seem bored with your life,” I cautiously reply.

  “I was before,” he moved away and my body moaned at the loss of him. I’m already addicted to his touch and like a junkie, I need another fix. He stood beside me with his back pressed against the railing. “I’m not anymore.” He glanced over at me.

  Crimson filled my cheeks. “I still don’t know what I can offer you?”

  He pulls me closer to him and cups my cheek. I look into his eyes and see the vulnerability and rawness within them. It’s a look he only gives me, and no one else. “You understand me. Other women understood the Ferguson name and what it meant in terms of money and power. You understood me.”

  I chew my bottom lip and stare into his deep blue eyes. “I’m still trying to understand you. Sometimes you’re hard to read.”

  “Sometimes it’s the person reading the book,” his eyes cut to me with such a deep sexual intensity, I’m amazed we’re still clothed, “and sometimes it’s a complex book to get through.”

  His answer doesn’t help. “Will I need Cliffs notes?”

  “I’ve never kept secrets from you and I don’t plan to start,” he replies. “You offer everything to me. You want me to teach you, but you’re also teaching me.”

  I slightly chuckle at that. “What am I teaching you? Bryson Tiller, Migos, and Lil’ Yachty?” His eyes draw a blank. “Trap music.” I clarify.

  “You’re teaching me there’s a world out there beyond stuffy and pretentious galas, sunbathing on a yacht, and all of that other bullshit rich people do.” He smiles and I see those delicious dimples. “You teach me the best things in life are free. You’ve saved me, angel, in many ways. I owe my everything to you.”

  Tears threaten to come out but I force them at bay when I hear his declaration to me. For years, he made me feel like a twelve year old who was entertaining a crush on a boy band member, when he setting everything in stone. It’s overwhelming yet surprisingly beautiful.

  It’s amazing how effortlessly he steals my breath away with just a few words. He never speaks more than he has to, so when he does say something, he truly means it. I don’t think I can ever get used to his compliments and I don’t want to.

  I slowly look around and see the crowd is becoming less as people are starting to leave. “We need to head out, honey.”

  “No, we’re fine here.” He briefly looks up and I follow his lead. He simply nods to the man behind me, who returns the nod before he speaks into a microphone and quickly leaves.

  My stomach cinches in nervousness. “Who was that?”

  “Protection.” Ian casually replies. “They’re going to make sure we’re not interrupted.”

  “Interrupted?” I ask. “What are we about to do?”

  Ian walks behind me and begins to unbutton my sundress. “Whatever you want to do.”

  My body becomes aflame when I realize what’s going on. We couldn’t have been at a more beautiful place to explore our love. “And security?”

  “They’ll be in the vicinity but they won’t be too close to us,” Ian finishes unbuttoning my dress and leads me to an open area in the middle of the Japanese gardens. There are lit candles in a large circle. It looks like a dream sequence from a TV show or movie.

  It’s not. It’s my real life. I’m about to make love to my fiancée in the botanical gardens. I couldn’t think of a more beautiful sight.

  Ian leads me to the circle and we carefully step inside. We slowly undress each other and stand naked, just staring at each other and breathing in the moment. We’re both naked, in nature, and we’re about to make love. I feel the intensity of the moment and resist the temptation to pinch my skin to see if I’m dreaming. I’m not. This is so very real.

  We kneel down at the same time; our eyes don’t leave each others. I feel the desire pooling at the vee of my sex and I wonder how long I could hold out before it’ll be too much for me to bear. I know Ian will guide me along the way as he’s always done.

  “You’re so beautiful, angel,” he cups my face. His blue eyes illuminated in the darkness and I feel the heat blistering on my skin. I suddenly wanted his hands all over me.

  I reached out and caressed his face, tracing my finger along the bridge of his broad nose, caressing his cheeks, and trailing my hands down to his muscular chest. He was a real-life sculpture, absolutely chiseled and solid everywhere. Not too muscular and quite lean, but rather, perfect.

  I’ve never studied his body before and not like this. It’s truly a work of art and I’m blessed each time I get to see it and feel all of it.

  Ian cradled my face and pulled me closer to him. His lips swept against mine before he finally devoured them. His tongue swept the inside of my mouth, tasting and exploring me. I fell backwards and he caught me as he laid his body on top of mine.

  His hands and fingers explored everywhere. They circled my breasts, stroked my tummy, caressed my thick thighs, before they finally found my sex. He softly cupped it while his hot mouth explored my neck.

  I softly moaned, very cognizant of where I am and who was around. I didn’t know how many people were here to witness our public excursion nor did I think about potential cameras and another audience. I didn’t know if my moans wer
e appropriate despite what was going on.

  “Angel…” Ian placed a series of kisses all over my neck and chest before he looked down at me. “…don’t be polite.”

  He wanted me to be as raw and vulnerable as I could be in the open air. To fuck him like nobody was listening or possibly watching us. It was a new me. It was an uninhibited and unbridled Domi.

  I needed to stop being afraid and start taking more risks. Why was I holding back when I have everything I could want?

  Before I could respond with an answer, Ian’s lips crushed mine again and his tongue once more sweetly explored the inside of my mouth. He trailed his tongue down my neck, circling each nipple before leading down to my sex.

  He spread my legs apart and kisses my inner thighs before resting his head on my left knee. I feel the soft stubble of his beard against my thigh. His fingers softly stroked my wet slit and his face was relaxed. I wonder what he’s thinking about, what’s running through that brilliant mind of his, and how he’s truly feeling?

  Before I can ask, I feel his fingers circle my swollen nub and my body began to ride to the steady motion. I tried to grasp at the grass, even pulling some from the roots. My body writhed to each movement of his fingers, causing sharp gasps and moans from me while I felt his eyes studying my reaction.

  “I love how wet you get for me,” his British accent moaned, “so tight, and all for me.”

  He was damn right it was all for him. Any day, any time, any way he wanted it.

  Ian slid a finger into my tight channel and I was about to do a praise break. A loud moan ripped out of my throat and I couldn’t keep quiet even if I tried. One hand steadied me as he played with my pussy, caressing and stroking it like it was a new toy.

  “I want you to beg me, angel.” He dared. “Beg me to let you come.”

  Oh shit… I panted and gripped the grass more. This was only his fingers on me and there was more pleasure to be had. Knowing Ian, he probably rented the gardens for the rest of the night.

  That meant he had all night to toy with me. I was more than ready.

  My toes curled as my body began to spasm. His thumb circled my clit and I felt the heat boiling inside of my belly. My body began to coil up into tight springs and I was about to explode at any moment.

  “You want to come, don’t you, angel?” He murmured. “You want me to give you that release you’re seeking. Look at how your body is reacting to just my fingers and I’ve barely touched you.”

  He was taunting me. In the open air. With who knows how many people standing guard? He wanted me to lose control before him.

  Still, I held back.

  I found myself unbelievably on guard. Maybe my emotions were still raw from the past 48 hours. Maybe I was more vulnerable than I thought I was. But I couldn’t give in, not yet.

  If Ian wanted me to come, he was going have to work for it.

  I sighed and my body relaxed. I know I couldn’t hold off much longer and sooner than later, my body was going to betray me. I needed to teach Ian a lesson. I wasn’t always going to give in. I wasn’t always going to let him have control. There were going to be times he would have to bow down to me as well.

  “Angel…” He inserted another finger inside me and I nearly lost it. “…don’t be shy.”

  It was a battle I’m losing and I would be a gracious loser this time. The thought remained in my head – I needed to start pushing back in our relationship before people think Domi is short for Doormat.

  His fingers circled me again and I just nearly lost my will. I had to beg. He was silently demanding it. His fingers were relentless. I felt the intensity of his eyes boring holes into me as my body slowly but surely began to betray me.

  The growls bubbled in my throat. My moans became helpless and hungry. I was breathless, wanton, and panting. My body couldn’t take anymore and it was about to come whether I wanted to.

  “Can I please come?” I begged. I thought I would feel humiliated but instead, I felt strangely empowered by it.

  “You may,” he answered and the orgasm exploded out of my body. I softly moaned and my skin was heated to the touch. Before I could come back down to earth, I felt Ian’s tongue sweep across my slit, opening me up as his hands curled underneath my thighs. His tongue laps me up so gentle and tender before he rapidly flicks on it.

  He wants me to come again and rather quickly. I wouldn’t have time to protest, not that I would want to. I’m carried to another plane once again as Ian’s tongue flattens at times, and it was long and pointy at others.

  Heat billowed in my core once again as my body rode his glorious tongue. He licked and circled my clit, once again claiming ownership over my body and branding me his. He reached up and grabbed my breasts, softly pinching the nipples. He never said a word as he tasted me; his tongue did all of the talking he was going to do.

  My soft mewls are full-bodied moans now and I no longer care who might hear me. My orgasm came quick and hard, rising me from the grass and slamming me back down on it. I’m panting, sweaty, and breathless. I just had two mind-blowing, earth-shattering, milly rockin’ orgasms. I need a breather.

  I felt my legs move and I slowly opened my eyes to find Ian adjusting his position to enter me. I’m not getting a breather.

  Ian’s kneeling and he pulls me up to him, so I’m sitting on his lap. He adjusts me so I sitting down on his hardened cock and I gasp at the girth and length of it. I could never get used to how big and thick he was. My eyes watered and my legs shook. My pussy quivered along the length of his, suckling at him, and we barely moved.

  Whatever I felt, Ian felt it, too. His eyes softened and a low moan left his mouth. “Angel…” he softly shook his head. His lips met mine and we frantically kissed, ravaging each other’s mouths.

  I began to move slightly, adjusting to his length and welcoming him once again. Ian’s hands wrapped held my waist, pressing me against his chest while my arms were around his neck. We moaned against each other’s mouths, occasionally locking eyes, and becoming one underneath the stars in the open air and candlelight.

  I trembled as I moaned, increasing my tempo as I couldn’t get enough. I doubt I ever will. Ian is the only man I’ve ever been with and that won’t ever change. He fulfills my desires in ways I’d never known and could only read about. He is my lover and best friend.

  Our breaths grow hard and fast in short pants with each thrust. He completely fills me, stretching me as far as I could go and my pussy is greedier for him. Ian guides me as I took the lead, controlling how much I would take and how often. He gladly accepted his role as follower and participant, instead of leader for once.

  Our kisses became more intense as the need for release grew closer. Our tongues intertwined, our moans filled the air. Miniature white-hot explosions occurred within me as the climax rapidly approached. My sex became hungrier, more needy along his cock; suckling on it with each push and pull.

  I could no longer hold back. My orgasm was going to be too strong, too powerful to deny, and there was no way I could hold it off. Ian thrust a few more times in me and I loudly came; my body shivering as the climax coursed through me, touching my soul and sending me back to earth.

  Ian continued his relentless thrusts until he met his own climax. His body stilled and he moaned in my ear, kissing and nibbling on it. “Domi…” His British accent feathered my ears. “…what you do to me, angel…”

  “What I do to you?” I giggle. “You’re the one that made me come three times just now! I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk out of here.”

  “I’ll carry you,” he promises. We lock eyes again and I read Ian’s. He’s weathered a tremendous storm and it seems he’s finally at peace. I already feel it’s a brand-new him. “I love you, Dominique.”

  “I love you, Ian.” We kiss each other again, savoring the moment, and realizing how special it is.

  I close my eyes and held on tight as we softly rocked back and forth. Everything was almost perfect. I was with the man I lo
ved, and we’re about to get married, hopefully soon.

  Little did I know that moment would be one of the last times we would have that kind of peace in our relationship.

  Three

  “If you feel just slightly uncomfortable, honey, just let me know and we’ll leave right away.” I really wasn’t trying to yell at Ian but the bass line of Chaka Khan’s “I’m Every Woman” made it damn-near impossible not to speak loudly.

  Ian leans closer to me and I smell the citrus scent of his new cologne. My traitorous body tries to get as close to him without risking being arrested for indecent exposure. “What are you talking about? I’m having a great time!” He yells back.

  “Are you sure?” I yell as a crowd around us joins in the chorus. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

  Ian wraps his arms around me and whispers in my ear. I slightly shudder as I feel the soft stubble of his beard tickling my earlobe. “I’m more than okay with this. It’s fun! I recognize a few impersonators. Oh, look, there’s Liza Minnelli!”

  It’s not everyday your fiancée agrees to spend the night before Thanksgiving at West Hollywood’s finest drag show.

  Adrienne and Blake wanted us to celebrate our engagement before we announced it to the world and the only proper way (according to Adrienne) was to celebrate it with a bunch of drag queens that can beat my face better than I could on my best day. I’m curiously jealous of that fact.

  We arrived at BIF, which stands for Bitch, I’m Fabulous, via Uber. Entering the spacious nightclub, which happens to be owned by Blake (not really a coincidence), we’re greeted by floating parasols near the ceiling, muted lighting, and a spacious dance floor. A large bar with several bartenders happily attends to the customers, while other patrons nosh on mouth-watering apps.

  Ian fit right in, as I knew he would. He went casual with regular jeans, a fitted grey top, and brown boots. Ian’s outfit might have been casual but the labels he wore – Marks & Spencer, Dolce & Gabbana, and Armani – were anything but cheap. Amazing how my man can make a two-thousand dollar outfit look relatively inexpensive.