Beg Me: Sold By My Brother

by Gisele St. Claire

  Belinda laughed. “Well, that’s a good thing because you’re going to be sleeping with him for the rest of your life.”

  Reagan could feel herself beaming from the inside out. The idea of being with Lucas for the rest of her life was a feeling that she couldn’t even put into words if she had to…but the gist of it was all good.

  “Okay ladies!” The wedding planner Reagan hired to help with the last-minute details barrelled into the room. She was so high energy that sometimes she made Reagan nervous, but she definitely got the job done. “You’re up matron of honor.”

  Belinda gave Reagan a tight hug and whispered, “Good luck, honey. You look so beautiful.”

  “Thank you. Thank you for being here too.”

  “I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” she replied with a smile.

  “Come on now before you make her cry and she ruins her make-up,” the wedding planner nagged. Belinda laughed and followed the little hyperactive woman out the door. Almost as soon as they were gone Reagan heard the soft, beautiful harp music begin to play and she knew that her time to walk down the aisle was near. Another knock on the door produced Rex Ferris looking sharp and handsome in his tuxedo. As soon as he saw Reagan he let out a low whistle.

  “You look so beautiful. My son is a lucky man.”

  Reagan smiled. “Thank you, Rex. But, I’m the lucky one.”

  “You’re going to both have a great life.” On ‘life,’ the wedding march began to play and the wedding planner was tapping on the door saying, “Let’s go, bride, you’re up!”

  Reagan took the arm that Rex offered and together they stepped through the door. They stood at the start of the long, white runner and waited for their cue. Rex bent down and kissed her cheek and said, “That one was for your mama. I know she would have loved being here more than anything else.”

  Reagan’s eyes filled with tears at the mention of Carey. The wedding planner appeared as if out of nowhere and handed her a tissue.

  “Don’t wipe, blot.” Reagan giggled and gently blotted the tears. Then she took a deep breath and slid her hand back through Rex’s arm. The guests all stood and Reagan and Rex began walking together toward the altar. She could see Lucas waiting for her and the butterflies in her belly took flight at the sight of him. He looked so gorgeous in his tuxedo and with an almost euphoric smile on his face. He locked eyes with Reagan and neither of them looked away until she and Rex reached the front. When they did Rex moved her thin, lacy veil out of the way and kissed her cheek before whispering, “I love you.”

  Reagan smiled and said, “I love you too. Thank you.”

  “No, thank you. Thank you for making my son happier than I’ve ever seen him.”

  He handed her over to Lucas and she slid her arm through his. Lucas was beaming at the sight of her. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered.

  “So are you,” she winked. He looked so gorgeous as a matter of fact, she wanted to jump him right there. She was amazed at the fact that after two years together the sight of him still gave her goose bumps and caused her breath to catch in her throat.

  “Are we ready to get started?” the minister asked them.

  “Yes,” they both said in unison.

  Reagan was smiling so broadly that her face almost hurt. She didn’t even care where Aiden was at or what he was doing. She was marrying the man of her dreams today and no matter what Aiden chose to do from here on out, he couldn’t take her joy away. She couldn’t wait to see what Lucas had planned for the honeymoon that he had insisted on planning in secret…And for the rest of their lives.

  **

  When they left the reception and headed for the airport Reagan asked a million questions about where they were going, but Lucas wouldn’t even give her a hint, other than to tell her it was someplace she would love and a place where absolutely no one would bother them.

  They flew on his company’s private jet and Reagan continued to try and get out of him along the way where they were going. Lucas looked amused each time she guessed and held firm to not even giving her a clue. When the plane began to descend, she looked out the window and all she could see below them were snow-capped mountain ranges.

  “Switzerland?” she said.

  Lucas’ lips quirked. “Nope.”

  “Wait! Oh my God! Lucas! What is that?” she asked excitedly, pointing to one of the snowy peaks. It was surrounded by very little earth and a lot of water.

  He looked out the window and with a smile, he said, “That’s a volcano.”

  “Lucas!” She threw her arms around him and he laughed. Reagan couldn’t believe that he had done this. He had listened to her talk about her memories and realized how much they meant to her. It was just another reason why she loved him so much.

  Once they got off the jet at the airport and boarded a small commercial boat that would take them out to an island, Reagan let her thoughts drift back to that weekend ten years before.

  It was the weekend that had completely changed her relationship with her step-father and one of her fondest memories.

  Reagan hadn’t always adored her step-dad. When her mother first got married Reagan was overwhelmed by all of the changes and she resented him for taking precious time away from her and her mother. She felt like too many things were changing and in typical pre-adolescent style, Reagan decided to act out. She knew how proud her mother had always been of the good grades she got in school, so she started there. She stopped turning in assignments and studying for tests and by the end of her sixth-grade year, she was actually failing English, history and social studies and in jeopardy of being left back. Her teacher really liked her and she suspected that Reagan was just going through some hard times, so she gave her an extra-credit project and told her if she did well on it, she could make up enough of her grade to move on to middle school the next year. The assignment was to pick any town, city or island in the U.S. that she had never visited and learn as much about it as she could and hand in a comprehensive report on it the day after she got back from Memorial Day weekend.

  Her parents did everything they could to encourage her and her step-father even told her that he would actually take her to visit the place she chose so that she could get a first-hand look at it as long as she promised to take the assignment seriously.

  “Fine,” her defiant little eleven-year-old self had said. “I want to do my report on Alaska.”

  Her parents had looked at each other and then her step-father asked, “What city in Alaska? Juneau? Anchorage?”

  “Kiska Island,” she said with a mischievous little smile.

  Reagan had done her research. The island was an old WWII weather station. It was cold and deserted and it had an active volcano. She was sure her step-dad was going to say no way and it would give her one more reason to be angry with him.

  Surprisingly, a day later their plane landed in Anchorage and they took a boat out to Kiska. In twenty-four hours her step-dad had arranged for a cozy little campsite to be set up for them and for the next three days the three of them explored the little island, collecting remnants from World War II and even climbing up to the top of the volcano. Reagan’s most prized possessions to this day were lava rocks that she had collected that weekend and that trip turned out to be one of her fondest memories. It also cemented a bond between her and her step-father who after that trip she began to think of as her Dad.

  **

  As Reagan and Lucas sat in front of a roaring fire later that evening in the brand new bungalow Lucas had built on the island, she was still at a loss for words.

  “I just can’t,” she said as she sipped her hot chocolate. “I can’t find the words to tell you how much this means to me.” Lucas grinned and put down his mug. With a sexy smile, he said, “Maybe you can show me.”

  Reagan didn’t waste any time putting her mug down too. They had both been holding back on the plane and the boat…waiting until the moment was just right. She stood up and went over and stood
in front of him. He smiled up at her and said, “Are you ready to make love to your husband Mrs. Ferris, and then tomorrow we can go out exploring.”

  Instead of answering him with words Reagan took his hands in hers and brought them up to her chest. She placed them over her breasts and knew that he could feel her hard nipples. He began caressing them and she watched the desire on his face go from want to need in a matter of seconds. She loved having that kind of effect on him and more importantly, she loved that the feelings were mutual.

  Reagan dropped down to her knees in front of him and reached out for his already throbbing cock. She ran her small hand across the outline of it in the front of his pants and the heat of it even through the fabric ignited the smoldering inferno in her belly. As she caressed him a sound came out of his throat that was something like a growl and there was instant wetness between her legs. He was so sexy that sometimes she wasn’t sure she could stand it. She wanted him so badly, all the time.

  He leaned forward, bending down and put his lips on her neck. She tipped her head back to open it up to him and he began to kiss and lick and then suck. She rubbed his now rock hard cock harder and faster as he took soft, erotic bites out of her sensitive flesh. She was gasping and her breathing was becoming shorter and more ragged. He was panting as he sucked and bit and the sound of it turned her on even more. The fact that he was so intense and demanding when they made love sent her into a sexual frenzy unlike anything she had ever felt and she hoped that she still felt that way after they had been married for twenty or thirty or even forty years. She never wanted to lose that feeling.

  She suddenly realized that as he continued to feast on her neck, he was taking off her blouse. Once he had it unbuttoned and pushed back out of his way, his fingers slipped down inside her bra and found one of her rock hard nipples. He flicked it lightly and then took it between his fingers and began to twist and roll it, seeming to delight in the moans it was drawing out of her. She felt like her heart was going to explode every time he touched her like that. His lips slid up to her earlobe as he fondled her tits and he let his hot breath send goosebumps up and down her spine as he whispered sexy things in her ear. His hand went around from her breasts to the clasp on her bra and he unhooked it and freed them at last.

  He looked down and let out another growl before pulling his head up and holding her back far enough to finish stripping the blouse and bra out of his way. Then he lowered his mouth and used his tongue to gently trace each one first, before clamping down hard around one and beginning to suck. Reagan felt like she was freefalling. It made her dizzy the way he heaped pleasure on her body. He wasn’t just sucking and nibbling on her breasts, he was making love to them. She was on the verge of an orgasm as he moved from one to the other. Before Lucas no matter how much she fantasized about sex, she never imagined that it could be like this.

  When he had his fill of her breasts…at least for the moment, he brought his lips up to cover hers and stood up, lifting her to her feet at the same time. He walked her backward down the short hall to their bedroom and gently pushed her down on the bed. The way he looked down at her with an almost predatory stare sent another convulsive shudder ripping through her. He reached down and pulled off the skirt she was wearing and then with a grasp and one twist of his big hand, he ripped off her panties and tossed the fabric aside.

  Her body was burning up and she could feel the hair sticking to the sides of her face already as sweat trickled down from her brow. Lucas moved his hand up and brushed the loose tendrils back off of her face. That simple but intimate touch sent waves of emotion reverberating throughout her entire body. Lucas dropped down to his knees at the side of the bed and began to explore her body like he had never seen it before.

  His lips kissed softly across her abdomen, while she ran her hands through his soft, tousled hair as he kissed her belly. She shivered when his lips moved down slowly toward the sensitive part of her inner thighs. He took his time, tasting the juices that had escaped from her wet pussy as she squirmed and moaned beneath his touch. When he sat up to pull off his own shirt, she could see the ripple of his hard muscle reflected off the sliver of moonlight that shone through the blinds that covered the little window. She had let her hands roam across his hard shoulders and chest and she marveled at the fact that he was all hers.

  Lucas pushed her back so that she was lying flat on the bed and he moved on top of her. The searing heat coming from his body penetrated her skin and warmed her blood almost to the boiling point. He slid his tongue back into her mouth and as they kissed hard she ran her fingers over the muscular peaks of his back. She felt his hard cock pressing down against her thigh and she had never wanted anything so badly in her life as much as she wanted him to be inside of her, knowing that he was her husband now…and forever.

  She felt his hand reach underneath her and begin to squeeze and knead at the cheeks of her ass. Her pussy was dying for attention, but he was making her wait and she knew the more she squirmed and begged for his touch, the longer he would make her suffer. It was always worth the wait, in the end, and then some…but tonight she had crossed the line between want and need already and she didn’t want to wait any longer than she had to.

  Lucas took his time caressing the round globes of her ass before sliding his hand around to the front and at last dipping his fingers into her slick, hot pussy. She moaned out loud as his fingers found her swollen bud and he began massaging it. She had her eyes almost closed but they were open enough that she could see the look on his face as he rubbed her clit. It was beyond intense. It was like he was incensed by the motion of her hips and the feel of her hot, wet pussy.

  He suddenly started moving again and he pulled her to the edge of the bed so that her ass was right on the edge of it before dropping to his knees in front of her again.

  He slid his tongue along her moist slit before opening her lips with his fingers and shoving his tongue up inside of her as deeply as it would go. Reagan wrapped her fingers up in his hair and used it as leverage almost, to lift her hips up off the bed and meet those full, sexy lips. She was making soft noises as he licked and sucked and occasionally bit down on her clit and he didn’t stop until she screamed out in an earth-shattering orgasm that rocked her to her very core.

  Lucas never failed to reduce Reagan to a sex starved nymph that writhed and screamed under his touch…and she loved it.

  “Please Lucas, I need you inside of me.”

  Reagan loved the feeling of Lucas’ hard cock being shoved into her wet pussy right after she came when every nerve and blood vessel still stood at attention. Lucas smiled at her and stood up to finish stripping off the rest of his clothes. She reached for his throbbing cock again as soon as he had it uncovered and for a few seconds, he stood there with his eyes closed as she stroked it and licked around the head and down the shaft like it was a lollipop.

  He pulled back and leaned over her and let her lick her own juices from his lips and face. The taste of herself on him was intoxicating and it drove her wild. His hand was between her legs again and his fingers were inside of her, but she needed more. She was dying for it. She put her hands behind his neck and pulled her mouth up to his ear and said, “I need you inside of me, Lucas…Please. Take me, fuck me, pound me, show me how lucky I am to be yours. Please let me feel you inside of me.”

  She felt him smile and then she almost blacked out from the sheer pleasure as he finally gave her what she wanted so badly, what she was sure she couldn’t ever live without. He plunged himself into her deep and then slowly, almost agonizingly slow, he pulled out. He did it again and Reagan raked her nails across his back and wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to use her legs and feet to pull him in even deeper.

  At first, it was frenetic with both of them desperate for what they wanted, but after a few seconds, they fell into a sexy rhythm that gained momentum with each one of his thrusts. Reagan was brought to climax two more times before she, at last, felt Lucas shudder and
let out a primal groan before she felt his body tense, every muscle from head to toe…and then his whole body shuddered and he collapsed on top of her panting and quivering.

  He lay there on top of her for a while before finally shifting his weight so that he wasn’t crushing her and then wrapped her up so tightly that it was almost impossible to tell where his body ended and hers began. He kissed the side of her face and said in a ragged breath, “God, I love you.” He turned her so that he could look into her eyes and whispered, “I have to tell you something and I hope that you’re not angry with me.”

  Reagan felt a pang of worry. She didn’t want to hear anything on this incredible day that would make her angry with him, but she also couldn’t imagine what it could be. “Okay,” she said simply and waited.

  “I couldn’t stand the idea of Aiden harassing us any longer.”

  With a shudder at the thought of what Aiden may have done, Reagan cautiously said, “Okay…”

  “I sent him on a trip. He won’t be back for a while…if he makes it back.”

  She pulled her head up so that she could see the rest of his face. “What kind of trip? Lucas, please tell me that you didn’t do anything that could get you into trouble. I couldn’t stand it if anyone took you away from me.”

  “No. I wanted to do something…permanent, to that slime ball. But I promised you that I wouldn’t and I’ll never break a promise to you. But I had an idea and I didn’t want to bother you with it while we were planning the wedding. It was something I had to act on at a moment’s notice however so I hope you’ll forgive me for not running it past you first.”

  “I trust you,” she replied, and she did. But her heart was still racing and her breaths were growing short. “Just tell me.”

  “Well, Aiden somehow ended up in the shipment of art that he sent to Europe.”

  “In the shipment?”