by HELEN HARDT
“No, I haven’t.”
“It’s beautiful. I’m not a religious man, Lacey. Never was and never will be. But when you look up into that big blue sky, you know there’s something more powerful than all of us out there somewhere. The sheer beauty of it…” He opened his eyes. “That’s over for me now.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“You think I can just move the Wolfe headquarters to Helena or Billings?”
“Of course not. But keep your cabin. You can go there whenever you want. Executives do get time off, you know.”
He shook his head. “It won’t be the same.”
No, it wouldn’t be. I didn’t bother to deny his claim. Instead, I said, “Try focusing on what you’re gaining here. A lot of money, for one.”
“And no free time to enjoy it.”
“You’ll have free time, Rock.”
“Yeah, sure. But I’ll go home at night to a penthouse in some high rise—”
“Your own high rise, Rock.”
He threaded his fingers through his hair. “Would you stop saying shit like that? None of this is mine. I’ll never think of it that way.”
“You will when you start working there. Once you’re running things, it will be yours.”
“No, it won’t. It’ll be Reid’s. Even Roy’s and Riley’s. Never mine.”
“Of course it will. Your father left you in charge.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
I scooted closer to him. “Let’s finish dinner before it gets cold.”
We ate in silence. Rock cleaned his plate, but I left over half of mine. Suddenly my appetite had gone south.
Rock looked so forlorn, almost tragic, which was a far cry from how I’d seen him before. He was so big, so strong—a man who could take on anything and come out on top.
He needed to believe that he could come out on top in this new position as well. I’d done all I could to convince him of that. Now it was time to try a new tactic.
I’d get him on top…of me.
13
Rock
Lacey stood, her eyes sparkling, and slowly unwrapped the sheet from around her body, letting it fall to the floor in a white puddle.
My cock tightened. I hadn’t been able to come after I’d brought her to orgasm from licking her pussy, and now all I could think about was getting inside that tight little cunt again.
Nothing on except those stockings and that garter belt. Those pumps.
I was still fully dressed.
Fuck.
I tore at my shirt until I’d tossed it on the floor.
Her eyes widened.
“You like?”
“Wow. You’re amazing.”
I sat down and pulled off my black biker boots, socks, and then my jeans. My cock jutted out, yearning to get inside her again.
“Take me to the bed, Rock,” she said, her eyes flaming. “Take me, and then fuck me. Get on top of me and fuck me.”
I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but who was I to argue with her when I ached for the same thing? I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder, giving her ass a little slap. Then I walked into the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. She looked up at me, her eyes full of lust, and she spread her legs and pulled her thighs upward, baring her swollen pussy to my view.
“Take me,” she said. “Command me. Show me who’s the boss.”
My cock tightened even further. My God. She was giving me exactly what I needed, as if she’d looked into my mind. I needed control right now. I preferred control in the bedroom anyway, but right now, when my life was spearheading out of control, I truly needed it.
I trailed my fingers over her slick, wet folds and rubbed the moisture over her swollen clit. She closed her eyes, inhaling, moaning softly. I massaged her pussy, loving the satiny texture, her silky moans.
My cock throbbed, and a drop of liquid appeared on the head.
I needed her. Needed her lips around me. Yeah, I was going to sink into that sweet pussy, but first I was going to fuck her beautiful mouth.
I gave her clit a quick pinch, and then I hovered over her beautiful body, raking over her with my gaze. I nipped at one nipple, eliciting a gasp and then a groan. And then I climbed above her, my cock dangling against her full lips.
“Suck me, baby. Take me between those gorgeous lips.”
She dropped her mouth open into a perfect O, and I entered.
She swirled her tongue over my head and around my shaft, and I nudged farther in. I so wanted to thrust in all the way, let my cock touch the back of her throat. That was the control I wanted over her. Over Lacey Ward, who was the sexiest woman I’d ever met. I wanted to place a spider gag around those perfect lips and fuck that sexy mouth into oblivion.
And maybe one day I would.
I nudged in a little farther, millimeter by millimeter, holding back, waiting for her to complain.
But she didn’t.
She let me go farther and farther…and soon I felt the back of her throat.
She gagged slightly, and I pulled back slightly. “Okay?” I asked.
She nodded, and I sighed in relief. I nudged the back of her throat again, and I damn near exploded on the spot.
But no. I was going to fuck that amazing pussy and come inside her.
I withdrew from her mouth.
She gasped and swallowed.
“Too much?” I asked.
She shook her head. “I’m fine. I want you to take what you need. If you need to fuck my mouth, I want you to do it.”
“I intend to.” Oh, yeah. Spider gag city soon. “But not right now. Right now I need to take you.” I positioned her slender legs over my shoulders, giving me great access to her treasures. I rubbed my cock against her wet labia, teasing her, teasing myself. I closed my eyes and groaned.
“God, please, Rock.”
I thrust inside her balls deep. Already I could feel the pulsating at the base of my dick. I closed my eyes, held my breath, drew on all my strength to hold on for a few more amazing minutes.
When I finally had myself in check, I pulled out and then pushed back in.
She shattered around me, her pussy contracting against my cock, and that was all it took. I pumped into her with all my might, and for the first time, I felt every pulse as my semen left my body and pumped into her.
I closed my eyes and groaned, staying embedded deep inside her, my cock still pumping.
“Damn, Lacey. Fucking goddamn.”
I stayed buried in her body, relishing the feeling of completely consuming another person.
I’d wanted control.
This wasn’t control.
This was consumption.
Yes, I’d consumed her.
But she had also consumed me.
Still, I didn’t move, until she pushed gently at my shoulders. Then I rolled to the side and lay on my back, my eyes closed.
The soft touch of her fingers feathered over my forehead.
“Hey,” she said.
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I’d just had the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life.
“Rock?”
I exhaled.
“Hey,” she said again. “You okay?”
I opened my eyes. “I’m good. Better than good.”
She smiled at me. God, she was beautiful. “Good. That’s what I was going for. Remember this, okay?”
“What do you mean?” Not that I was ever going to forget it.
“I mean, remember this when you go into that office on Monday morning. Remember who you are. What you are. You are in control. You are the CEO of Wolfe Enterprises. You are Rock Wolfe.”
I was Rock Wolfe.
I just wished she hadn’t mentioned Monday morning.
14
Lacey
He looked amazing lying there, his tan skin glowing from perspiration, his dark hair sticking to his brow, his full lips parted slightly. His eyes were smoky and heavy-lidded.
“You’re up for anyth
ing now, right? You know you can do this. You can be the CEO and kick ass.”
He chuckled in a humorless way. “Is that what this was about? You let me fuck you so I’d feel like a big stud who could do anything?”
Had I been that transparent? “No, I just wanted—”
“Don’t even go there, Lacey. If this was a manipulative fuck, we’re done here.” He sat up.
“No, Rock. Of course not. I wanted you. You have to know how much I wanted you.” How had this gone so wrong? I’d have fucked him again no matter what. Yes, I’d wanted to show him he had control, but… Oh my God, I’d screwed this up. Majorly.
He stood and grabbed his boxers, sliding them over his gorgeous hips. Such a shame to cover his amazing body.
I stood next to him and slid my palm up his forearm to his shoulder in what I hoped was a comforting caress. “Hey, please don’t get the wrong idea here. This was not a pity fuck. None of this was. Do you think I fall into bed with every man I meet in my conference room? This is a first for me, Rock. And look at you. You are anything but an object of pity.”
“If there’s one thing I can spot a mile away, it’s a manipulative woman.” He brushed my hand away. “You were trying to build me up so I’d go into work on Monday and take the bull by the horns. That way my siblings wouldn’t get screwed over, and your precious bills would be paid.”
Sparks of anger traveled up my spine. Yes, I’d wanted to show him he had control, but never had I pitied him. “My bills are paid by your father’s estate, not you.”
“Seems I’m in charge of my father’s company now,” he said.
“But not his estate. Reid is the executor, and he makes sure the estate pays its bills. You have nothing to do with it.”
“Thank God,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Then you have nothing to worry about.”
“For God’s sake, I wasn’t worried!” I stalked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I looked in the mirror. My hair was in disarray, and I was flushed all over. My lips were swollen and pink from all the kissing, and my pussy… Oh my God. It was so red and engorged. I had been thoroughly used. I’d enjoyed it. The best fuck of my life.
But now I was pissed.
How dare he accuse me of a pity fuck so my bills would be paid? My first impression of Rock Wolfe had been spot on. He was an asshole of the highest order.
An asshole who was the best looking man I’d ever laid eyes on. The best kisser. A man who knew how to play every inch of my body like a concert master played his violin.
This couldn’t end with both of us angry.
That wasn’t what I wanted, and I hoped it wasn’t what he wanted.
Was I truly just a fuck to him? I sighed. Maybe I was. I didn’t do this type of thing very often—had I ever?—but he probably did. Just a fuck with a woman he wanted at the moment. His fuck du jour.
And now it was over.
But I wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet. As much as Rock Wolfe was a dickhead, he had enormous potential. He was bright and intelligent, though pigheaded. He was determined, though obstinate. He had a fire and passion that could take the business world by storm.
He could make Wolfe Enterprises great.
I was sure of it.
Oh, he had a lot to learn, and some of it wouldn’t be easy. But he was twice the man his father had been. His father had been twice the dick, too.
How well I knew.
I splashed some cold water on my face, drew in a deep breath, and wrapped a towel around my naked body. Time to set that stubborn man straight. I turned the knob and walked back into the bedroom.
No Rock. His clothes were all gone. He must have gone into the living area.
Nope. No Rock.
He had left.
Left me in his hotel room.
Dickhead.
Nothing to do now except get dressed and go home. It was Friday night, and as usual, I didn’t have any plans. I’d recently ended a short relationship with a young partner in another law firm when I’d discovered him in bed with another woman. I could hardly fault him. He was nice and sweet and handsome, but we didn’t really turn each other on. I’d started wondering whether I was becoming too married to my work, that it was making me frigid.
Today had gotten rid of that fear. I was far from frigid. Rock Wolfe had thawed whatever needed thawing in me.
I laughed out loud. It would serve him right if I just stayed here. This was his suite, and he’d be back eventually. Then he’d have to deal with me.
But that wasn’t my style. I wasn’t a chaser. I had no issue with letting a man know I was interested, but never would I push myself on anyone.
I was better than that.
I got dressed quickly and left the suite, keeping an eye out for Rock as I went. I even walked into the hotel bar, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but no dice.
He’d gone somewhere else.
Not that I cared.
Yeah, right.
I did care, even though I didn’t want to.
Rock Wolfe had gotten under my skin in a way no man ever had, but I had to accept reality. I was just a fuck to him.
And now it was over.
15
Rock
I’d grabbed some sweats and a T-shirt and headed for the gym.
I tried several machines, but this manufactured workout couldn’t compare to lifting lumber and pounding nails in the great outdoors.
Man, if there was one thing I hated, it was a manipulative woman. I’d met my share, but the true queen of manipulative women was Constance Larson Wolfe. My mother. I’d watched her manipulate my father, my brothers, even my baby sister. I winced at that one. Connie Wolfe had convinced six-year-old Riley that it was okay for her father to come to her bedroom. That it was just something daughters had to put up with. That it would be over soon. That it had happened to her, and she had turned out just fine.
Yeah, just fine. Thinking it was okay for a man to molest his six-year-old daughter was not “just fine.”
I’d overheard the exchange between my mother and my weeping baby sister. “It hurts, Mommy!”
God. Remembering it made acid creep up my throat.
Whatever my father was doing to Riley, it wouldn’t happen again. I was determined. So I watched. And I waited. And the next time my bastard father sneaked into my little sister’s room, I was ready, butcher knife in hand.
I’d kill the motherfucker.
But at fourteen, I wasn’t as strong as my father. Not as mean, either.
I got a few stabs in, but he overpowered me.
All the time, Riley was crying in her bed. “No, Rock. Stop it! Don’t hurt Daddy!”
Even after what he’d done to her, she still defended him. My bitch mother had brainwashed my beautiful little sister.
I’d ended up in military school. Sent away. No longer able to protect my precious baby sister. My mother and father didn’t let me speak to my brothers before I left. I’d written Roy, telling him he needed to protect Riley, but later he told me over the phone that he never got the letter.
To this day, I didn’t know if my brothers knew what had occurred. I’d detached myself from them, from my whole family. It was the only way to exist. For a while, I thought of them often, but it faded. Even Riley. I couldn’t protect my sister, so I couldn’t let myself think of her. Thinking of her, of what she might be going through, made me rage, and when I raged, I did things I couldn’t do in military school, or I’d have gotten my ass handed to me on a platter. I went through enough during those years as it was.
I smiled slightly. Seeing Riley again had given me some hope. She had grown into a beautiful young woman with a promising career ahead of her. She’d gotten through it. She’d found her strength and she’d persevered.
I could learn from her.
I knew where my strength was. The next thing was to harness it and pour it into Wolfe Enterprises, even though the thought nauseated me.
I left the gym after an hour, not feeling
like I’d worked at all. How was I going to survive without the outdoors?
I sighed, heading back up to my suite. I’d do it. I had to.
I waved the keycard in front of the lock and then opened the door, hoping Lacey was still there. I’d love another fuck, and perhaps I’d been too hard on her. Now that I thought about it, maybe she’d just been trying to help me. To convince me that I could do what I had to do.
“Lacey?” I walked in.
She wasn’t in the living area. She wasn’t in the bedroom. Not in the bathroom.
I was alone.
Reid had texted me to be at the office at nine o’clock Monday morning. I arrived at nine fifteen, wearing a clean pair of jeans and my best shirt—a white cotton button-down. No tie. I didn’t own one. I stopped to tell the receptionist who I was, and she directed me to my father’s—my—office.
Reid was already there. “You’re late.”
A boyish-looking man stood next to him.
“Since I’m the boss, apparently, I guess I can be late if I want.”
“Dieter is here to measure you for clothing, and his time doesn’t come cheap.”
“Ah. Well, Dieter,” I said to the man who looked like he couldn’t be more than nineteen, “you’ll be well compensated. As the newly minted CEO of Wolfe Enterprises, I hereby double whatever you’ve been getting.”
“The company doesn’t pay for your clothes, Rock.”
“They don’t? Then fuck this shit. I’m instituting a new dress code. Jeans and T-shirts.”
“We’re business casual on Fridays,” Reid said. “And you’ll be paying for your own clothes.”
“With Dad’s money.”
“With your share of Dad’s money,” Reid corrected me. “Dieter has been tailoring my clothes for a year now. His father was Dad’s tailor. He retired last year.”
“Great.”
“I need to get your measurements, Mr. Wolfe,” Dieter said in a slight German accent. He came at me with a tape measure.
I backed up.
“It will only take a few minutes,” Reid said. “Then you’ll need to choose fabrics. He’ll need eight suits plus two tuxedos, Dieter, about thirty cotton button-downs, and thirty ties.”
