by Opal Carew
“Oh, Dane.” Her voice broke and she wiped a tear from her eye. “It’s beautiful.”
“You have to actually ask her,” Rafe said in a stage whisper.
Damn, he was being an idiot. The woman just befuddled him so much.
“Jessica, will you marry me?” Dane asked.
Her face beamed with her bright smile and she nodded, wiping away another tear, then she threw her arms around his neck and held him tight. She found his lips and her passionate kiss sent his heart soaring.
He drew his mouth away and tugged the ring from the box, then took her hand and slid the ring on. A feeling of possessiveness and satisfaction that she was finally his swelled within him. He pulled her into another kiss, their lips meshing, then their mouths consuming each other with passion.
Rafe stood up and started toward the door. “I really do think I should leave you two alone.”
“Brother, sit,” Dane commanded. “You are going to help us celebrate.”
“Exactly what did you have in mind?” Rafe asked.
Dane gazed into Jessica’s eyes and raised his eyebrow questioningly. She grinned and nodded.
“Well, first I think Jessica should apologize for running away. Don’t you agree, Jessica?”
She stood up and bowed her head. “Yes, Mr. Ranier. I am very sorry I ran away. Please forgive me.”
“Good. Now strip off your blouse and skirt.”
“Yes, sir.”
She unfastened her buttons, slowly revealing the black, lacy bra beneath. His heart pounded as she revealed more flesh. Then she slipped the blouse from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Next, she shed her skirt. The sight of her black lace panties framed by her garter belt and dark stockings sent his pulse racing.
“Come here, Jessica,” he commanded. “Then bend over my knee.”
His cock throbbed as she walked toward him. She lowered in front of him, resting her hands on his thighs, then bent over his knee. He couldn’t drag his gaze from her delightful, naked ass.
He smacked her behind, leaving a red mark.
“Thank you, sir,” she said.
Dane’s cock swelled.
“Rafe, don’t you want to feel her soft, round ass? It’s warm and flushed. Just begging for your touch.”
Rafe grinned. “No, brother, I’ll leave the punishment to you.”
Dane drew back his hand and slapped her again.
“Oh, thank you, sir. Another, please.”
At the next smack, the blush of her skin grew dark rose. His fingers glided over the silky skin, soothing.
“Another, sir?”
“No.” He drew his hand from her round ass. “Kneel in front of me.”
She obeyed, sinking to the floor in front of him.
“Now pull out my cock and suck it.”
She glided her hands up his thighs, sending tremors through him, then she opened his button and drew down the zipper. His cock swelled at the feel of her touch through the fabric, then her fingers slid inside and curled around his hot, hard flesh. She drew him out and stared at his swollen shaft with such heat that he grew even harder.
“Your cock is so enormous, sir.”
“Suck it,” he commanded.
Her delicate tongue swirled over his tip, then her lips surrounded the bulbous head and he shuddered with need. She slid down a little, then back up, then glided even deeper. Her fingers found his balls and she gently cupped them.
Fuck, he wasn’t going to last more than a few seconds at this rate.
“Now, I think Rafe deserves an apology, too, since the job you ran away from was at his company, too.” He glanced toward Rafe, whose gaze was locked on Jessica’s mouth gliding on Dane’s cock. “Rafe, get over here and pull out your cock.”
Rafe strode over and sat down beside Dane, then pulled out his cock.
“Suck us both,” Dane commanded.
Her lips released Dane, and she turned her head toward Rafe. The cool air surrounding his cock calmed Dane’s ardor enough to give him some breathing space. But watching her grasp Rafe’s cock and take it in her mouth ramped it up again.
“Take him all the way,” Dane commanded. “I want his cock down your throat.”
She surged forward and back, deeper each time, until Rafe’s whole cock disappeared inside her mouth.
Dane ached with need. He wanted so badly to drive into her.
“Keep him in your mouth and stand up.”
She got to her feet and straightened her legs, so she was bent over, her naked ass exposed. He stroked her round ass, then glided his finger under the thong and along her folds. They were slick with moisture. He pushed inside her opening to find hot, wet velvet.
He needed to be inside her.
He stood up and stepped behind her, then hooked his fingers under the top of the thong and pulled it down. He pressed his cockhead to her opening and, answering the urgent demands of his body, pushed forward, driving his cock deep into her velvet depths.
“Make him come,” Dane demanded as he stayed buried inside her, knowing if he moved, he would erupt.
She bobbed up and down on Rafe’s erection, until Rafe stiffened and Dane knew he would blow at any time. Dane drew back and thrust forward. Jessica murmured and Rafe groaned, his whole body shuddering. Dane thrust again. Rafe’s cock slid from her mouth and Jessica began to groan, her head cushioned against Rafe’s stomach.
Pleasure swelled within him and after two more thrusts, he erupted inside her. She wailed in orgasm and he continued thrusting, trying to prolong it as much as possible. He drove in and out, until her wails slowed to moans, then finally she slumped against Rafe.
He drew in a deep breath, then withdrew from the warmth of her body.
She turned to him and stroked her nipples through the lace of her bra.
“Please, sir. I want more.”
He sucked in a deep breath. “More fucking, or more punishment?”
She smiled. “Either.”
Her eagerness sent blood to his groin all over again.
“Get your ass in the bedroom,” he demanded, then gestured to Rafe to follow them.
She raced to the bedroom. Once in the room, he told Rafe to sit on the bed.
“Jessica, I want you to make him hard again, then take his cock up your ass.”
“Yes, Mr. Ranier.” She stripped off her bra and stroked her nipples, then stepped in front of Rafe and wrapped her hand around his semi-erect cock. She eased herself down, his thighs between her legs, and rubbed his cockhead against her folds. She pinched one nipple while she teased his cock with her slick flesh.
After a moment, his cock disappeared inside her and she moved up and down a few times, slowly. Dane could hardly wait to feel her warm opening surround him again.
She stood up and turned around, then eased back down, slowly taking Rafe’s now fully erect cock into her ass.
“Fuck, that looks so sexy. How does it feel?”
“It’s big and hard inside my ass, sir. Stretching me.”
“Move back on the bed, Rafe.”
Rafe slid his arm around her waist and moved farther onto the bed, taking Jessica with him, until only his feet were dangling over the edge. Dane prowled over their bodies, and pressed his aching cockhead to her wet opening.
“I’m going to drive into you now. Then both our cocks will be inside you again.”
“Oh, yes, sir. Please.”
At her trembling words, the fire inside him blazed even hotter.
He drove forward, loving the feel of her slick passage around him. Knowing Rafe’s cock was also inside her sent adrenaline rushing through him. He drew back and thrust again. She moaned. He began thrusting deep and fast. Rafe groaned as her body rocked with Dane’s thrusts.
“Oh, yes. That feels so good,” she cried.
“I’m going to make you come with both of us inside you.”
“Yes. Please, make me come.”
He thrust deeper and harder.
“I’m…” S
he moaned, and sucked in air.
He drove in again.
“Coming.” She threw her head back and wailed.
Rafe groaned beneath her and Dane felt the swell of oncoming release. Then he exploded inside her with a loud groan, filling her with his hot semen.
“Oh, yes,” she whimpered, her hands clinging to his shoulders.
Her orgasm waned and she drew in a deep breath. She was so beautiful in her state of bliss. He couldn’t resist. His lips found hers and their mouths joined. His tongue swirled inside her as he continued to pump into her steadily, keeping her orgasm simmering. He sped up as she exploded into another orgasm. Her mouth slipped away as she gasped for air, and he rode her to another climax, her face aglow with pleasure.
When she relaxed, he pulled her to his body and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She rested her head on his chest and sighed. Rafe kissed her on the cheek and slipped from the bed. She drew open Dane’s shirt and stroked his chest.
The door closed and Dane realized Rafe had finally succeeded in slipping away.
Now he was alone with the woman he loved, her naked body tight against his. He wanted to devour her. To possess her totally and completely.
He pulled off his shirt, then shed his pants. She smiled and pulled off his boxers, then lay back on the bed and opened her arms to him. He prowled over her. Even though she’d just emptied him of all he had, somehow his cock revived as he slid it over her slick folds.
She smiled as her fingertips outlined the heart shape of the tattoo Melanie had drawn on him.
“Tell me again that you love me.” Her eyes glowed as she gazed at him.
“Of course I love you.” Then he drove his aching cock into her.
Tears welled in her eyes as he thrust steadily.
“I love you, too.” Then she moaned, her passage clenching around him. She clung to him and he watched her eyes as they glowed brighter while a beautiful, intense orgasm blossomed within her. Her breath caught, then she wailed her release.
As she bucked and trembled beneath him, to his total surprise, an orgasm rocked through him at the same time.
He collapsed on her, then rolled over, pulling her tight to his body. Joy swelled through him as he realized Jessica was his. Forever.
Even though both he and Rafe had been torn over their relationship with Jessica only days ago, now not only had the rift between him and Rafe been closed, he had won the woman of his dreams. Life would never be the same again.
He held her tight to his body, breathing in the heavenly scent of her, knowing he would never let her go.
Epilogue
Storm reached for Jessica, longing for her soft body next to his. He opened his eyes and, as the daze of sleep dissipated, realized that Jessica wasn’t here.
Jessica was Dane’s now.
He rolled over and groaned as the bright sunlight shone in his face. He glanced at the clock. His alarm wouldn’t go off for another twenty minutes, but he was awake now, so he might as well get up.
He pushed the covers aside and stood up, then stretched.
After his shower, he returned to the bedroom and dressed. He gazed in the mirror as he adjusted his silk tie. The man who stared back at him in the impeccable charcoal suit, white shirt, and magenta tie was not Storm, the free-wheeling rock musician who hopped on his motorcycle and traveled wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, on a moment’s notice.
No, the man in the mirror was Rafe Ranier, an executive who helped run a huge corporation. A man who went to the office everyday, who attended meetings and made important decisions.
He frowned, not liking what he saw. He just wanted to be true to who he was deep inside, instead of being something his father had molded him into. He wanted to like who he was.
Jessica had loved Storm. She was the first person who had loved him exactly as he was. She’d even seen past the rock-star persona, seeing him more clearly than the fans, than his family. Even than himself.
He wanted that. He longed for a woman who knew him and wanted him.
He turned and strode to the door. Ten minutes later he got into the limo that was waiting for him outside the entrance of his apartment building. He checked his e-mail as the limo negotiated the city streets. Finally, it pulled up in front of the office building, and he went inside and headed across the lobby.
“Good morning, Mr. Ranier.” Betty from Accounting smiled at him as he stepped into the elevator.
“Good morning, Betty.”
Several other people stepped inside before the doors closed, then the elevator glided upward. The way people in the company acted around him, respectful and a little nervous, made him uncomfortable.
The doors opened on the executive floor and Rafe stepped out. A stranger sat at Melanie’s desk. She was a lovely young woman with upswept, sandy brown hair and wide, hazel eyes. She smiled pleasantly as he walked by, and bid him a good morning, but he instantly resented her.
He knew he was being unreasonable, but she was sitting at Melanie’s desk. He wanted Melanie to be sitting there. This woman reminded him that Melanie was gone. That she had left because of him. And, damn it, no one would tell him why.
As he walked into his office, his cell buzzed. He sat at his desk and pulled the phone from his pocket and glanced at it.
HEY, STRANGER. STILL IN PHILLY?
DOING A GIG THERE. INTERESTED?
It was from Travis, Jessica’s brother and lead singer of Savage Kiss.
Storm smiled. He would love to play with the band again. He looked up Travis in his contacts list, then called him.
Travis’s familiar voice answered. “Hey, man. What took you so long?”
Storm chuckled as he leaned back in his leather chair. “You texted me all of two seconds ago.”
“So, you made up with my sister yet?”
Fuck. Storm gripped the phone tightly, leaning forward. Even though Travis had tried to play it cool, Storm knew Travis had been upset about Storm walking out on Jess. Storm had never revealed his alter ego to Travis, so he couldn’t tell him he’d done it to avoid hurting her. Of course, he got a big fail on that one.
“No. It turns out she hooked up with another guy.”
He knew Travis would find out eventually that Storm was really Rafe Ranier, a wealthy businessman, but he didn’t want that to happen yet. Travis was his friend—Storm’s friend—and Storm didn’t want things to change between them.
“Too bad. Mom and Dad liked you, though I can’t figure out why,” Travis said.
“Gee, thanks.”
“So what about the gig? You in?”
Storm asked details about where and when, and finally agreed and then disconnected the call. Of course, he’d known all along he would. He practically salivated at the thought of getting back up on stage, even if just for a few days.
“Hi, do you have a minute?”
He glanced up to see Jessica standing in the doorway.
“Sure.”
She came in and sat down. “A lot has happened over the last few days and I just wanted to make sure everything is okay between us. I mean, I know we discussed it, but now that Dane and I are together … I don’t want things to be awkward between us.”
“It’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure? Because Dane and I discussed it, and Dane said he could find a position for me somewhere else in the company, so you and I wouldn’t have to see each other every day.”
He frowned. “Are you having problems being around me?”
He’d already driven Melanie away. Would he be the cause of Jessica leaving her job, too?
She smiled, but sadness haunted her eyes. “No, of course not.”
“Jess, I don’t want you to quit your job. We’ve already lost Melanie.”
She frowned. “Rafe, don’t beat yourself up about that. I told you, it was just time for her to move on.”
“If that was true, Dane wouldn’t have tried to make me think she’d been fired. She wouldn’t have avoided tel
ling me why she wanted to leave.”
Jessica’s lips compressed. “She was just afraid you’d try and talk her into staying.”
“In other words, she didn’t trust that I’d want the best for her.”
She leaned forward and placed her hand on his. “Please, Rafe. Just let it go. She’s found another job and she seems to like it.”
“Where?”
Jessica released his hand and toyed with a pen lying on his desk. “At Verve.”
His eyebrow arched. “She’s working at a coffee shop? Did she get a management position?”
Jessica’s hesitation told him everything.
Why the hell would someone with Melanie’s skill and experience take a minimum-wage job serving coffee?
“Which location is she at?”
Jessica shifted in her chair. “Look, I need to get back to work. Dane needs a report for his three o’clock meeting.”
He pursed his lips. “Okay, but before you go, I just wanted to let you know I heard from Travis. He’s coming to town.”
She smiled brightly. “Yes, he called me last night. The band will be playing here for a few days, then he’s going to visit for a couple of weeks before they continue their tour.”
“You didn’t tell him you and Dane are engaged?”
“No, I didn’t want to tell him on the phone. I thought I’d wait until he gets here and meets Dane, then tell him.”
Storm smiled at the thought of the laid-back Travis meeting no-nonsense Dane. The two were as different as night and day.
“Travis asked me to play with the band.”
She gazed at him, her eyes wide. “What did you say?”
“I said yes.”
“Oh.”
The anxiety in her wide green eyes tore at his heart.
“You don’t think I should play with them?” he asked.
“No, it’s just … does this mean you’re leaving?”
“No, nothing like that. I’m just joining them for the concert in Philadelphia.”
“Oh, good. Dane is so happy to have you back, and I know it would hurt him to lose you again.”
