Redeemed: Book Two of the Love Seekers Series

by Maria Vickers

  “Calm down,” I gently instructed. My arms ached to wrap around her petite frame and hold her close as I whispered soothing words to her.

  “I am calm!” she yelled. Swallowing hard, she spoke in a much quieter voice. “I am calm.”

  “First, Justin might’ve thought you did it because the order came in about a week after the whole Preston and Santo debacle. Second, I’ve ordered paper wrong before. I meant to get a case and wound up only getting one ream.”

  “I didn’t do it. We had just gotten our office order Monday. Justin got the call on Tuesday for the three reams of paper. We had four cases of paper next to the copy machine.”

  “Okay…and?”

  “He really thinks I did it,” she barked.

  I held up my hands. “We both know that something is going on in that office. He knows it too, right?”

  “I don’t know. How did you know about the pen order?”

  I look down at my hands that were now clasped together between my legs. “He told me about it when it happened.”

  Her expression became downtrodden, worse than I’d ever seen it before. As horrible as she’d been to others, not even I was sure she deserved this. Maybe she did…I couldn’t honestly say any longer.

  “Oh.” The word was nothing more than breath that escaped.

  “What else is wrong?” There was something in the way her shoulders slumped that made her appear defeated. The Rayne I was familiar with stayed on the offensive and attacked everything. Seeing this, bothered me.

  “I had a meeting with the new HR manager.”

  “Okay, and?” Talking to her sometimes felt like pulling teeth.

  “I don’t know. It’s like she’s already judged me guilty of whatever fucking crime she thinks I committed, and I don’t know why. I mean, she’s the one in the wheel—”

  “Stop it right there,” my harsh words interrupted hers. “I know you have an issue with people that are disabled or who you think unworthy of your time, but if you say one more word, I’ll kick you out. Just because she can’t use her legs does not mean she doesn’t know how to use her brain. So pull your head out of your ass and face reality. Maybe she’s heard all about you and how you treat your sister-in-law. Maybe she’s seen you around and witnessed your idiotic behavior herself.” The more I said, the more could feel my skin heating, the blood pounding in my veins, echoing in my ears.

  She scowled, her brow furrowed, and the expression on her face made her pretty features look ugly. “Or maybe she’s heard you talk about me?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You set me up.” She yelled and flew out of her seat toward the mantle. Grabbing one of the pictures from the end, she hurled it at my head.

  Before it could hit me with one of the sharp corners, I caught it mid-flight and looked down at the picture. The faces of me, my sister, Megan, her husband, Spencer, and my brother, Theo, stared back at me. It was for some charity event my sister coerced us into attending, and we took a picture with someone my brother knew from his social circles: the woman in the wheelchair. The wheelchair. It suddenly clicked. This woman had become the new HR manager at Rayne’s office.

  I tried to remember if I had said anything to anyone that night about Rayne. The event happened six months ago, shortly after Emma and Bryan had gotten engaged, which meant there was a high probability that I’d run my mouth that night. Shit! In my lifetime, I’d only met one Rayne, so there was a good chance that whomever this woman was in the picture, remembered Rayne’s name.

  Thinking, wracking my brain, I came up with nothing, drawing a completely blank. I had no idea if I talked to her or not. I remembered being irritated with Rayne that day because she’d said something about Emma that morning. The drinks were flowing and…I didn’t recall anything, but knowing me and my frustrations, I more than likely had a case of word vomit that night.

  I stood up slowly, not wanting to make any sudden movements, and immediately had to dodge another picture. She was out for blood. “Wait a second. I can explain.”

  “You fucking set me up. You probably seduced her, got her the job, and then told her a bunch of fucking lies about me.”

  This time a candle in a glass jar had been launched at my head. I tried to catch it, but I was focused on her and it hit my finger making me hiss in pain, while the candle crashed onto my floor, shattering from the impact. Crap. Thank God it wasn’t a large one, however, she needed to settle her ass down before she destroyed my house.

  I saw her hands slide around a picture of my grandparents—my dad’s parents—and before she could throw it, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her front to my front, pinning one arm to her side, and grabbing her throwing arm, jerking it down to trap it as well. She dropped the picture, but it didn’t break. Thankfully. She could break anything, throw a hissy fit, but that picture and frame was special. It was the one my grandfather had given to my grandmother on their first wedding anniversary when he couldn’t afford much. Inside resided a picture of them on their wedding day. Even though they had passed away years ago, that picture made me feel like they were still with me.

  Wrapped tightly in my arms, she struggled and cursed. Her knee shifted, but was unable to raise it high enough since I had my leg wrapped around her other one. Damn. That’s not going to happen. Her tactics changed and she started to cuss like a sailor, or worse, with a Navy pilot for a brother, her vocabulary had become colorful throughout the years.

  Her hair tickled my nose and I glanced down to see a black tangled mess under my chin. I had to swallow a burst of desire, and the feeling that she felt right in my arms. “Calm the fuck down,” I shouted over her trying to block out everything else.

  “Fuck you,” she snarled, trying to push out of my embrace.

  There was probably a better way to handle everything, and if I would’ve thought about it more, something else would’ve probably come to mind, however, I panicked. Keeping my arms securely around her, I lifted them and her together, raising her to almost my chin, and then I plastered my mouth over hers, forcing her to shut up. She bit my lip, but I refused to back down. Angling my mouth, I deepened the kiss, swallowing her hate as a surge of heat flew down to my dick. It was then I noticed, she was kissing me back, even licking the wound she had inflicted on my lower lip. Her hot tongue made me harder, and any common sense I possessed disappeared. Even my conscience, who had been telling me to stay away from Rayne, stayed oddly silent.

  Pulling back, I gazed into her sapphire eyes, my breathing heavy and uneven. “Rayne—”

  Without letting me finish, she stretched, sealing her lips over mine once again, whispering, “Bedroom.”

  This wasn’t supposed to happen, probably shouldn’t happen, but at this point, I didn’t think either of us cared about should and should not, or about rules of any kind. We both had an itch to scratch.

  She was so short compared to me that she hovered off of the ground after I lifted her. With long strides to my bedroom, I carried her in and dropped her beside the bed. This wasn’t about love or feelings. This was sex. Pure unadulterated sex. As soon as I set her down, she pulled the oversized t-shirt over her head and shimmied out of the shorts. She had nothing underneath, and I also noticed she didn’t have any tan lines, and yet, she had a nice tan. My eyes roamed over her body and when they landed on her pussy, I swallowed hard. Shaved and bare, with a mole on one side right above her slit. Fuck me.

  “Am I the only one stripping?” Rayne asked, her challenge issued with one of her eyebrows raised.

  My patent pending smirk appeared on my lips and I pulled off my t-shirt and pushed down my pants with my boxer-briefs, freeing my hard cock, and letting it spring out in front of me. I couldn’t remember it ever being this hard.

  I watched as she licked her lips. Dirty thoughts flooded my mind, and I wanted to know what it felt like to have that mouth wrapped around my throbbing dick. It pulsed from the thought of her soft, plump mouth; much like I could hear the blood pumping in my ears ear
lier. And when she reached out and grabbed it, her small hand unable to completely encircle my girth, yanking it with a tug, I gasped in both pleasure and pain.

  Rayne was going to be the death of me.

  “Bed now,” she ordered.

  Normally, I took charge in the bedroom, but the way she was holding onto me as she stared at the length in her hand, I decided to allow her this win. That didn’t mean she was in control though. She would soon learn that I was the alpha around here.

  Jumping onto my tall bed, I laid back against my pillows waiting for her to climb on and do whatever it was she wanted to, but when she didn’t immediately follow, I found her bracing her hands on the bed and lifting her body onto it. I would have said that I’d build her some stairs so that she didn’t have to struggle in the future, however, there was no future for us. We were merely helping each other with our physical needs this one time. After today, our relationship would return to what it was before.

  After she hefted herself onto the bed, she fell face first into the mattress and mumbled, “Your bed is to damn tall.”

  “It’s not made for short people, Sweetheart.” I chuckled.

  “I hate you.” She lifted her head out of the mattress and gazed, finding me stroking my length, waiting for her to join me.

  “Do you really hate me?”

  Her lips turned up in a sexy smile as she purred, “This isn’t about love or hate. This is about release.”

  “I completely agree. So why don’t you come over here and help me find release, and I’ll help you do the same.”

  That was the end of our bedroom talk.

  Getting on her hands and knees, she crawled over to me, knocked my hands away, and grabbed my nine inches once again. Damn it felt good. And then it felt better. She leaned over me, her hair tickling my legs as it shielded her from my view, and before I knew what was happening, she licked the tip before engulfing me. She only made it half way, her hand working the bottom half of my cock, but holy hell, her hot, wet mouth sucking on me almost made me come immediately. It had been way too long since I’d had a woman in my bed. And the person I blamed for that was the very woman currently in my bed. The irony had not been lost on me.

  “Damn,” I moaned and tried to push her down further onto my length with my hand tangling in her hair, letting up only when I heard her choking. I couldn’t get enough of her. She wasn’t able to take all of me, but she sure as hell tried and nearly robbed me of my senses when she would pull back and swirl her tongue across the slit and crown of my manhood.

  Pushing my hand away from her head, she lifted my dick and licked my balls, sucking one into her mouth and then the other. It had been a while since anyone had done more than use their hand on my sack, however, Rayne didn’t hold back. With every swipe of her tongue, every time her mouth sucked any part of me, I edged ever closer to coming.

  ****

  Rayne

  I didn’t think I’ve ever had anyone as long or wide as Chad. How had that thing fit inside me? It now made sense why he seemed to stick with me for days and why nothing else seemed to measure up. My body remembered even if I hadn’t.

  I wanted his dick inside me. No, I was desperate, as if it was a vital part of my being like breathing.

  When he stripped out of his pants, I was a little surprised to find his balls hair free while everything else was trimmed. I mean, I knew he was a player, and I heard of guys doing that to please the ladies, but before tonight, I had never seen it first-hand. I liked it.

  Some girls would say that they don’t like giving head, and playing with a guy’s scrotum was gross, but I’ve always enjoyed sucking a guy off, playing with his balls. I liked the taste of pre-cum. And for a few guys, I didn’t mind swallowing their cum. What would Chad taste like? I’m not saying the taste of cum was pleasant, but I didn’t think it was completely disgusting like many of my friends growing up. Then again, I didn’t swallow for just anyone, only those I deemed worthy could come in my mouth. Those that were not, would have to come on themselves with the help of my hand.

  Chad was worthy. I didn’t know why I thought that, but I did. He would be worthy enough, but I wanted more. Closing my eyes as I moved my mouth once again over his tip, I imagined this dick sliding into my pussy. I felt voracious tonight, and I hungered for him.

  But he had other ideas.

  I thought I was in control, that I would set the pace. I was wrong.

  Grabbing my by the hair, he tried to pull me off, but I wouldn’t release him. He grabbed my face and lifted my mouth off of his dick, right before he threw me to the side of him and rolled on top of me. His weight pressing down on me. His lips sought and found mine, hot and forceful, his tongue showing me that he was the dominant one—pure alpha. I succumbed to him.

  His arm had moved from beside my head, I stiffened in surprised and squeaked when his fingers rubbed my clit and then pinched it. A mere second later the pressure ended and a finger found its way between my slit and pushed into my pussy. No preamble, no pleasantries. He moved quickly and my body opened for him, anticipating what he would do next.

  His finger slid in easily since I had been wet since before we had gone to the bar. God, it felt amazing. He played my body like a world-class musician and had me writhing beneath him.

  Releasing my lips, he moved downward, biting my neck, kissing my collarbone, and then flicking one of my nipples with his tongue. He didn’t stop there though. Didn’t spend any time on my sensitive breasts like most guys did. Then again, Chad Alexander wasn’t most guys.

  He bit my stomach on one side of my belly button and then the other, and then bit one side of my labia, making me hiss in in pain…and pleasure. “More,” I begged.

  “Don’t worry, Sweetheart, you’ll get as much as you can handle; and then I’ll give you even more,” his voice sounded hoarse, and when he spoke, his breath blew across my clit making it tingle and me moan. His words pushed me closer to the edge of climax with the help of the finger that continually pumped in and out of me.

  But then the finger disappeared. “What?”

  “Like I said, don’t worry,” he repeated right before his mouth licked my pussy from bottom to top and then sucked on my clit. I arched off of the bed as my body was thrown into climax.

  I cried out his name, pleading with him, desperate for him. And he proved he wasn’t done with me yet.

  Throughout my first orgasm, he continued to suck on my clit, and when I settled back on the bed, when the aftershocks calmed, he released the sensitive bud and lapped up my wetness, using his tongue to penetrate me. It didn’t reach as far as the one finger, but it was wider and managed to help me start the climb back up the mountain toward another climax.

  His mouth disappeared, replaced with two fingers this time, rubbing and curling upwards to find my g-spot. It didn’t take him long to find the right place, and he knew he had hit it when I screamed, “Just fuck me already.” I wasn’t ashamed. I wanted his cock inside me yesterday.

  I heard him chuckle, feeling both that and his words on my clit when he spoke, “In due time, Sweetheart.”

  Due time? No, now! Please now.

  And then he added a third finger. It took him a few strokes to get the rhythm right, but he eventually found my spot again. With those fingers gliding into me, I was quickly moving toward another orgasm. I could feel my body tightening, the anticipation moving from my belly lower and lower. Before I flew over the edge again, he bit down on my clit and I fell into my climax. Pleasure mixed with pain, and it was probably one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had in my life.

  He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and moved up toward my head again. Normally, once a guy has been down there on me, I didn’t kiss them. While I might not mind a guy’s cum, I didn’t necessarily want to taste myself. I could still see my juices on his mouth, but I was too boneless and sated to care. When he bent his head toward mine, I opened my mouth willingly. I tasted myself, and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but
still not my preference no matter who kissed me; however, with Chad, right now, I’d allow almost anything.

  I heard the sound of paper ripping and looked around to find Chad opening a condom and sheathing himself. Finally! This was what I had been waiting for all night.

  He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, bending me to a 45 degree angle, lined up his cock, and pushed his way in. Oh. My. God. This was pure bliss. He stretched me beyond anything I was used to. It burned, but it felt so good.

  When he had pushed the entire length of his cock into my slick passage, he buried his head into the pillow next to my head, bending me in half. It was a good thing I practiced yoga regularly. He breathed deeply as he moaned, “Fuck me, you’re tight.”

  I wanted to say, “Anything would probably be tight around that monster,” but I kept that to myself. I didn’t want to antagonize him right now because if I did, he might pull out right before he pushed me out the door. I had already experienced two climaxes, and greedily wanted another.

  He pulled his hips back, gliding backwards out of my channel until only the tip remained inside me, and then he slammed into me with such force, it pushed me toward his headboard. His initial penetration had been so gentle, I hadn’t been expecting this. This time, he pulled out slowly, inch by slow aching inch, and like before when only the tip remained, he thrust into me. I had to throw my hands over my head so that I didn’t bump into the headboard.