Come Together

by Swann, Rylee

  CONTENTS

  TITLE PAGE

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  BOOK DESCRIPTION

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  A NOTE FROM RYLEE

  A SNEAK PEEK

  MORE BY RYLEE SWANN

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  COPYRIGHT AND DISCLAIMER

  Come Together

  Rylee Swann

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  BOOK DESCRIPTION

  Jaelin desires love and Gian desires a family. Will they realize they each have what the other needs?

  Jaelin fell hard for Gian but worries that his sudden distance toward her is another beginning of the end. Then on one of their most passionate nights, she is given a secret too. One she’s afraid to share.

  Madly in love with Jaelin, Italian hunk Gian sets aside his rich playboy ways. Until his parents suddenly reappear after abandoning him when he was five. They’re ready to be in his life now…if his life can be all about what they want. Consumed by the desire to have a real family, he mistakenly pulls away from the one woman who can give him just that.

  Will Jaelin and Gian finally come together or allow their fears and secrets to destroy them?

  ***Come Together is a standalone novella guaranteed to steam up your Kindle. No cliffhanger and a very happy ending.***

  CHAPTER ONE

  Jaelin

  “Ewww!”

  A spider drops down right in front of my face and I jump back so fast my chair falls over. I land on the kitchen floor with a resounding “oomph.” Fumbling to my feet and absently rubbing my ass, I look for the insidious arachnid to find it still hanging a couple of inches from my textbook.

  I swear the thing mocks me.

  It’s not Halloween yet. It’s still September, damnit!

  Revulsion bubbles up from my stomach to my throat and my eyes flit in all directions, looking for something to kill it with.

  Not that I want to. I mean, ewww! It’s just hanging there, so how could I kill it without the damned thing climbing back up its own ass-thread to wherever it came from?

  “Why?” I jab a finger at it. “Why this apartment, huh? I keep a clean home.” I find my finger starting to wag at it like a schoolteacher reprimanding an errant child and make myself stop, the absurdity almost too much for me. “I mean, I was just sitting here, minding my own business, studying for my real estate license. You know, you stupid thing, you’re trespassing!”

  The spider doesn’t move, just sways a bit, but I could swear I hear laughter. Beginning to doubt my sanity, I jump at a loud knock on my front door.

  More laughter.

  At least that mystery is solved.

  Making a wide berth around my kitchen table, I scurry to the door and throw it open.

  “Johnny, hurry! There’s a gigantic spider in the kitchen!” I pull him inside to more of his resounding laughter. “Hurry, it’ll get away!”

  The very sexy Italian knight in shining armor is my boyfriend. Ridiculously handsome with a body honed to chiseled perfection, it was instant attraction the first time I laid eyes on him. From a window of this very apartment building back when I shared an apartment with my friend, Crispell, as a matter of fact.

  “Jaelin Wise, I came here this evening to give you the fucking of your life. Not to be your spider swatting houseboy.”

  He’s talking in a low, deep baritone, the voice that always floods my panties with desire. But now all I can think of is the spider.

  “Please, Johnny. Don’t screw around. I don’t have a newspaper to give you anyway.”

  A sexy rumble of laugher erupts from him.

  “My my.” He cups my cheek with a strong, warm hand. “Since when did my princess become such a girly girl?” I roll my eyes, which gets him to laughing again. “Alright, show me this evil intruder and I shall vanquish it for the fair maiden!”

  He pretends to draw a longsword from a scabbard at his hip while he motions for me to lead the way.

  Shaking my head in mock exasperation, I walk into the kitchen and point to a spot a few inches above my textbook. Squinting, I find to my relief that the spider is still there. I’d hate to think it was back in hiding, just waiting for its Little Miss Muffet to be alone again.

  Johnny strides in front of me as if shielding me from the dangers that lie ahead. “Fear not, fair maiden. I shall slay the tiny dragon and once again your kingdom shall be safe.”

  Where revulsion once lived, now laughter tries to bubble up. In this moment, I love Johnny so much it makes my heart physically hurt. But then I see him about to lift my textbook.

  “No! Ewww, Johnny, don’t you dare use my book to squash it!”

  He looks at me mid-grab and nods. “For you, and only for you, I’ll stay my hand. Your parchment is safe from the stain of this foul beast!”

  Caught up in his game of medieval chivalry, I curtsy. “Thank ye, kind sir.”

  A sweet, loving smile spreads across his face and with a wink, he turns back to the spider. Raising his hand, palm up, just beneath it he quickly closes it into a fist. I don’t hear the sound of a squish, but I know it’s happened.

  “Ewww! Oh my god, that is so gross!”

  He laughs and to my relief goes directly to the sink to wash his hands rather than threaten me with spider guts. Drying his hands on his jeans like a little boy, he comes to me, a smile on his face and a devilish twinkle in his dark blue eyes.

  Placing a finger under my chin, he lifts my eyes to his as he drinks me in.

  “And now for that promised fucking,” he says, bringing his lips down on mine tenderly but with mounting force.

  Offering no resistance, my lips part for him, yet I’m torn. I still have so much studying to do. Passing my real estate test and getting my license is so very important to me. I’d finally have a career instead of just a job as the office assistant to other agents. My life would grow and expand instead of staying stagnant.

  The fingers of his hand run through my long blonde hair at the back of my head, tugging and causing little pinpricks of pain to rush from my scalp to between my legs. My panties are already wet, I find it so hard to resist him.

  But I have to.

  For just a little while.

  I’m sure he’ll understand and be patient. Right. I almost laugh at the thought.

  Putting a hand up between us to rest on his hard chest, I apply a little pressure and he breaks the kiss to look at me, a confused, boyish expression on his handsome face.

  “I have to study,” I say reluctantly. “The test is on Tuesday.”

  “Hmm.” His stare is so intense, so full of animal lust that I’m almost ready to say
, fuck now, study later. Thankfully, I don’t get the chance to test my resolve because he pulls my head closer and breathes against my ear, “You’re a wicked woman. Today is only Friday.”

  He steps away and cold replaces his warmth.

  “I’m—”

  “No,” he interrupts. “Don’t say you’re sorry. You have to study.” He picks the textbook up from the kitchen table and walks toward my bedroom. “Come on. I’ll help you study.”

  Intrigued, I follow him. He sits on the edge of my queen-sized bed and raises a hand to halt me before I can join him.

  “Do you accept me as your tutor for the rest of the night?”

  I’m pretty sure I’m being led straight into a trap but I nod anyway. He’s just too damned sexy sitting there with his ankle crossed over his knee and my book open in his lap.

  “Yes, you can be my professor all night long, baby,” I purr.

  He chuckles, and I’m almost certain my book jumps in his lap where it’s covering his cock.

  “Good, but come on. We have to be serious.” His exaggerated solemn expression makes me laugh. “Hey, you have to pay attention, Jae. This is important.” I nod again and stifle my laughter. He assesses me for a moment, probably to see if I’ll start laughing again. When I don’t, his attention goes to the book. “Okay, let’s begin.”

  “Wait, I’m just supposed to stand here?” I point to the bed. “That looks much more comfortable.”

  He raises a brow, almost comically. “Oh, you want to sit?” He lifts the book a bit and adjusts himself in his jeans. “Then remove your clothing and come sit beside me.”

  “What?” I blurt, taken aback.

  He looks up at me without smiling and I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “You do know that my law, known as Professor Johnny Longo’s Rule of Mentoring, was passed without a single veto, don’t you? Now, stop wasting time. Get naked and sit beside me.” He pats the space on the mattress next to him.

  I’m already shaking my head. “We won’t get any studying done that—”

  “May I remind you that you already agreed that I’m your mentor for the night, hmm?” He cracks a grin. “By the way, the word studying is not being used as a euphemism.”

  I laugh. “Oh well, in that case…”

  I shimmy out of my black yoga pants and pull my oversized tee over my head. I’m not wearing a bra and Johnny’s eyes grow wide in appreciation of my plump breasts and pert nipples. Now all that stands between us is my frilly pink thong, presoaked for good measure. I love how he’s looking at me, my nipples hardening in response. He licks his lips but again halts me when I move toward the bed.

  “I said naked, sweetheart,” he says in a masculine rasp.

  I think I might come on the spot but oblige him by slipping my fingers under the elastic band of the thong. Slowly, I drag it down over my hips to my knees, and from there let it fall to the floor.

  This time I’m sure my textbook jumps with his erection.

  With a silent flourish, he bids me take a seat. As I walk to the bed, Johnny’s eyes dart from my clean-shaven pussy to my tits, and back again, like he can’t decide where he wants to focus. Yet, as soon as I’m seated he thrusts his nose into the textbook, and I’m almost disappointed that he’s not already thrown me down and climbed on top of me.

  He clears his throat and begins reading. “A broker legitimately may pay all or part of real estate commission to… A) seller B) salesperson C) buyer or D) friend who provides a listing lead.”

  That’s an easy question and I immediately respond, “Salesperson.”

  The moment is surreal. I’m sitting naked and aroused next to the man I love while he quizzes me for a real estate license exam. You can’t make this stuff up.

  I know I’ve given the correct answer and he turns to me with a wolfish grin.

  “Correct,” he growls and bends his head to my breast, sucking my nipple into his hot mouth.

  Gasping, my back arches, the sensation of his tongue swirling over my tender, pebbled flesh almost unbearable. He sucks harder, pulling upward with his teeth and I fall to pieces.

  “Oh, god, yes, Johnny!”

  I raise my hands to bring him closer and that’s when he stops and sits back, no longer touching me. His saliva on my nipple quickly cools, causing my flesh to rise with goose bumps.

  “Next question,” he says. When I whimper, his lip quirks up in a half smile. “Which of the following acts would require a real estate license in New York State? A) sale of one’s own property B) sale by the owner’s lawyer C) sale of land by an auctioneer D) foreclosure sale by court order.”

  It’s hard to think with my body on fire and craving more of his touch. I get the sneaking suspicion that I have to get the answer right to get more of what I desire.

  What was the question? Come on brain, work!

  “Umm… selling land at an auction?”

  “Are you asking or telling me?” His stern expression sends shivers sizzling beneath my skin.

  “T-telling you.”

  Please let me be right. Please.

  He nods and bends to ravish my other nipple as he did the first. Losing my mind, I grab him by the shoulders to pull him closer but instead of getting what I want, Johnny sits up and backs away.

  Shaking his head, he says, “You’ll enjoy this much more and learn better if you allow me to give you the proper reward for a correct answer.” My mouth drops open and he raises his hand to run a finger across my lower lip. “Now, that might be my reward later for tutoring you.” He smirks and motions back to the book. “Next question?”

  “Yes, please,” I manage to squeak.

  He smiles down into the book. He’s torturing me and enjoying himself. But, I have to admit, I’ve never had a more enjoyable lesson in real estate.

  “Ready?” He raises a brow and I nod. “A salesperson’s license must be… A) displayed on the firm’s wall B) kept in the salesperson’s wallet C) retained by the principal broker D) sent to the local realtors’ association.” He turns to me with an eager, expectant look on his face, waggling his eyebrows for good measure.

  The question is so ridiculously easy that I realize he purposely asked a simple one. He wants this foreplay to move along as much as I do.

  “Oh, baby, the answer is C, Professor Longo,” I say in a throaty purr.

  His eyes gleam victoriously as he turns to me. “Correct.” He puts the book to the side and grabs one of my legs, bringing it up and over his shoulder. I’m forced to lay back, my other leg still dangling off the side of the bed and my pussy spread wide.

  “Mmm, gorgeous,” he says as he uses the very tip of a finger to trace the contours of my clit.

  I jolt with the sensation and twist my hand into the comforter, my other hand flying out into emptiness. He does it again and I squirm beneath him. Again and again he delicately strokes as I moan, my head shaking from side to side. When he stops, I raise my ass but he presses me back down, his hand still between my legs, directly over my entrance.

  “Oh, please…” I moan.

  He lets out a satisfied chuckle. “Oh, please, what?”

  “Please fuck me with your fingers!”

  He pauses for a moment and I nearly die with anticipation.

  “Well, let’s see if I can, shall we?” I don’t know what he’s talking about. At this point, I barely know which way is up. “When a license is revoked—”

  “Oh god, Johnny, come on!”

  He’s not seriously asking me another question, is he?

  “…how long must the licensee wait before applying to have the license reinstated?” He continues as if I hadn’t interrupted. “A) eighteen months—”

  “One year! Oh, dear god, one year, Johnny. Do it now, please!”

  He obliges, growling the word “correct,” and plunges his fingers into my wet, quivering channel. Pulling back and thrusting his fingers deep within me, his open palm slaps against my engorged clit. I gasp for breath, my body taut, toes flexing and curlin
g as he uses his fingers as expertly as his cock.

  I take in a shuddering breath and that’s when the lightning strikes, electricity surging from the top of my head, down my spine and to my pussy. Its strength arches my back high off the mattress and I cry out. I lose track of Johnny’s movements in my storm until a stinging twist of my nipple completes my release. I fall back to the bed, my tits jiggling, muscles spasming, and chest heaving as I catch my breath.

  I become aware of rustling and can only think he’s turning the pages of my textbook, looking for another question. I can’t bear any more tutoring when what I want… need is his cock inside me.

  “Don’t you dare ask me another question!”

  He breaks into laughter and tosses something onto my stomach. I lift my head to see a wrapped condom — what I mistook the rustling for. Thank goodness. I rip it open for him while he quickly sheds his clothes.

  When his big, thick, hard cock springs free my mouth waters. I actually salivate like Pavlov’s damn dog. Well, I guess that’s fair enough. At the moment, I’m a bitch in heat.

  Hovering over me like a god from Olympus, muscles glistening and rippling, Johnny sits back on his heels and unrolls the condom over his length.

  Ready now, he leans over me, his body inches from mine, his breath hot on my neck. “One more question,” he murmurs into my ear.

  “I swear I am going to kill you, Gian Longo!” I use his real first name for more emphasis, my heart beating like the wings of a hummingbird.

  He laughs and nips my earlobe, surprising me, and I squeal.

  “Jae,” he croons. “Who is your favorite real estate tutor?”

  I bite my tongue to keep from laughing. “You! Damnit, you. Now get your cock in me,” I gasp. “I can’t take another second!”

  With a grunt that turns into a sexy growl, he plows into me. He goes deep, hitting my cervix and then pulsing there. He knows this drives me wild and I writhe beneath him, crying out, gasping, but he’s relentless. He doesn’t pull out for another plunge, giving me no time to adjust to such a large intrusion. I grip his shoulders, spread my legs wider and lift my ass to meet his small, pulsing thrusts. None of it helps my body accept his girth and slowly my body splits in two. At least, that’s what it feels like.