Rake: Wolfes of Manhattan Four

by HELEN HARDT

  Would she ever be ready for that?

  God, my cock. Already I was itching to slam into her again.

  No. Go slowly. I’d made a promise to her, and I’d keep it.

  I sucked on her clit gently, and she undulated beneath me, soft moans humming from her throat and into my ears. Each sweet sound fueled my desire, and I licked her faster, sliding my tongue over every millimeter of her sweet pussy.

  Her hips rose higher, and I couldn’t help myself. I slid my tongue downward over her puckered asshole.

  Fuck. It. All.

  She gasped slightly but didn’t tell me to stop.

  So I didn’t. I rimmed her with relish. Some men didn’t like rimming.

  Some men weren’t me.

  A woman’s asshole was a delicacy to be savored, and Zee’s was nearly as sweet at her pussy. I gripped the cheeks of her bottom and settled in for the feast, my cock throbbing between my legs.

  I swirled my tongue around the tight hole, easing her into the sensation.

  She moaned above me, sliding her hips in tandem with my questing tongue.

  When the tight muscle relaxed, I forced my tongue into a point and probed her the slightest bit.

  She gasped this time, but again, didn’t tell me to stop.

  Fuck, she was hot. Would she rim me? I loved a soft tongue on my ass. Not all women were into it, but when they were, I was in heaven.

  Probably wouldn’t happen with Zee. She was too inexperienced. But a guy could dream.

  While I loved rimming, pussy was still my flavor of choice, so I slid upward to her glorious slickness. I met her gaze between her legs.

  Damn. Those light blue eyes were flaming hot. She’d liked it. She’d liked the rimming.

  Fuck. Maybe she’d let me…

  Didn’t matter. Right now I’d eat her out and make her come. She made the most delectable little noises when she came, and I wanted to hear them again and again.

  I was hard. So damned hard for her right now.

  But I hadn’t sucked on those nipples yet. Hadn’t bitten her flesh and marked her.

  First an orgasm. I licked her clit and then sucked it, shoving a finger into her.

  That did it! She screamed and clamped around my finger, milking it as she came. And I swore to God I felt the orgasm as profoundly as she did. Each contraction around my finger surged through me like electricity.

  I loved making a woman come, but this was on a new scale of pleasure in someone else’s pleasure.

  A brand new scale.

  I dropped her clit from my lips. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my face. Drench me in that sweet cream.” I went back to her pussy, rubbing my cheeks over her wetness, making my face shine.

  God she was so hot.

  When the throbbing around my finger lessened, I removed it. Yeah, I wanted those tits. I wanted so much more, but my cock was ready now.

  I thrust into her and crushed my mouth to hers.

  I loved it when a woman tasted herself on my tongue. It was so hot, and Zee was so sweet.

  I shoved my tongue into her mouth, my cock into her pussy. I thrust with my tongue in tandem with my cock. Two fucks at once as I took her.

  Took her.

  Took myself.

  Took us both to fucking heaven.

  It was glorious.

  And I knew…

  I knew I couldn’t live without this woman in my bed.

  She was mine now.

  47

  Zee

  I woke from a hazy dreamland.

  Reid was sucking my nipple.

  Pinching the other.

  Two orgasms so far, and by God, I might just get another from this breast play alone.

  Reid’s lips were lethal weapons, and never before had I wanted anyone so much.

  Never before had I imagined wanting any of this with anyone.

  He tugged harshly on one nipple with his fingers while sucking the other gently between his lips. The contradiction between the two sensations drove me slowly insane.

  We’d already had sex twice, and I wasn’t even close to done. This was crazy. Unreal. Completely unreal.

  “Beautiful tits, baby,” he rasped against my flesh. “You like this? You like when I suck your pretty nipples?”

  “God, yes,” I breathed, my hips rising of their own accord.

  “So hot,” he said. “So sexy. So beautiful, Zee.”

  Zee. I loved to hear my name in his low and erotic voice. It was like music, like a musical groan.

  “I could play with your nipples for hours,” he said.

  “Nothing stopping you.”

  “Only my hard cock,” he said. “Twice it’s been inside your pussy, Zee. Twice, and I want you again. I could fuck you all night and keep getting hard for you. That’s how much I want you.”

  I gasped softly at his words. “I want you that much too.”

  “Do you?” He plucked a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Do you really? Because I’m ready. I need you again.”

  “Yes. Please.”

  Then his cock was inside me, and he was thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…

  So hard. So good.

  No more emptiness.

  Only Reid.

  Reid.

  And me.

  I wasn’t sure when the climax hit me this time, but I was jumping inside, jumping toward the peak of the highest mountain. Fluffy clouds surrounded me, and I flew. I flew, the spasms hitting me hard and catapulting me into pleasure unknown.

  “Fuck,” he gritted out. “Fuck!”

  This time I felt his release. His dick filling me. As we flew together, I gripped his shoulders, pulled him toward me so I could kiss him.

  Our tongues tangled together in a mass of panting and teeth and lips.

  A kiss that was so much more than a kiss…

  It was a meeting of hearts. Of souls.

  Time seemed to suspend for a moment as we kissed and came together.

  As our bodies melded into one.

  Pure peace.

  Pure peace that I never thought I’d experience.

  Finally, Reid broke the kiss, and we both gasped in a breath.

  He rolled off me, breathing loudly. “I can’t even…” he said quietly.

  Can’t even what? I didn’t ask. I couldn’t yet form words. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to speak again.

  The buzz of Reid’s intercom knocked me out of my revelry.

  He shot his eyes open. “Dinner.”

  Dinner? Food? Was I even hungry? Every part of my body except my pussy seemed to have gone on hiatus.

  I should be hungry. I hadn’t eaten lunch, and—

  Reid hopped off the bed and answered the intercom. “Yeah?”

  “Mr. Wolfe, the dinner you requested is here. Do you want me to bring it to your room?”

  He turned and looked to me, his eyebrows lifted.

  Was this my call? I had no idea how to respond, so I didn’t.

  “Yes, please. Thanks, Lydia.”

  Reid walked to his massive closet and pulled out two robes, donning one. He brought the other to me. “Put this on.”

  “But she’ll…”

  “Know we’ve been having sex in here?” He chuckled softly. “They already know that, baby. We weren’t exactly quiet.”

  “Oh?”

  He chuckled again. “Some shrieking comes to mind.”

  Right. That had been me. Warmth crept into my cheeks and chest as I sat up and wrapped myself in the fluffy robe.

  “You’ve had a lot of women in here,” I said matter-of-factly.

  He sighed. “If I told you otherwise, you’d know I was lying.”

  I nodded. No reason to feel bad about that fact. So why did I? Reid was a known womanizer. The Wolfe of Manhattan.

  I was one of many.

  I couldn’t blame him for what had occurred. I’d wanted it. Heck, I’d been lying here naked, waiting for him, and even so, he offered me a chance to leave.

  I didn�
��t want to leave, so I hadn’t.

  And I couldn’t regret what had happened. It was the most intense pleasure I’d ever experienced. I never imagined sex could be like that. Could make me feel like that.

  Though I wasn’t a virgin, I was pretty close to one. Reid made me feel like I’d never been touched before…and that I’d never be touched that way again by anyone else.

  No man could possibly compare to Reid Wolfe. No man on earth or in heaven.

  Lydia delivered the food—I averted my gaze the whole time she was in the room setting it up—and we sat down at the small table between the two wingback chairs in the bay window alcove.

  The sun was just beginning to set, and the pink and orange hues over the skyline were beautiful indeed. I couldn’t help a satisfied sigh. “It’s a gorgeous sunset.”

  “Believe it or not, the Manhattan smog makes it quite pretty.”

  I shook my head. “It’s beautiful to me. I don’t get to see the sunset much, as I’m always working during that time.”

  “What about the nights your show is dark?”

  “I’m not usually outside. You’ve seen where I live. Not really a good view anyway.”

  Reid picked up the bottle of wine that had come with the dinner. “Would you like a drink?”

  I shook my head. I didn’t want anything to detract from the natural high coursing through me. “I really don’t drink much. Not after being so dependent on drugs for so long.”

  “You drank Champagne at the wedding.”

  “I did. It was a special occasion.” Plus I’d been nervous as hell, meeting the Wolfes and having just told them my story.

  “Tell me about your addiction,” Reid said.

  I averted my gaze. It wasn’t something I talked about. “Alcohol was never the problem. It was meth.”

  His eyes widened. “Meth? For how long?”

  “Years.”

  He regarded me as I took a bite of salad, his gaze focused on my mouth.

  I chewed and swallowed. “The settlement from your father,” I said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’re wondering why I don’t have meth teeth. I have good teeth, so I had minimal problems from the drug use, but the problems I had I got fixed with some of that money.”

  “I see.”

  Did he think less of me now? He hardly could. He already knew my history of addiction and rehab. He just didn’t know I’d been a meth head. I took another bite of my salad. Even though we’d just had sex for a couple hours, the appetite I’d worked up had waned quickly.

  I didn’t like to think about my past.

  “You’re a strong woman, Zee,” Reid said.

  I lifted my eyebrows. Not what I expected.

  “You took the bull by the horns,” he continued. “You got clean. You did what you had to do to survive.”

  “I could have turned your father in,” I said.

  He shook his head. “It was better that you didn’t. He would have made your life a living hell. He would have gotten out of it somehow.”

  “But I might have been able to save some of the others.”

  “Don’t play the what-if game,” Reid said. “I’m a master at it, and it never changes a damned thing.”

  I’d told myself the same thing many times, and Reid was right. I’d made the decision I thought was best at the time.

  And it had all led me here.

  To this man.

  Reid Wolfe.

  I was falling hard.

  48

  Reid

  After making sure Zee was comfortable after our evening and subsequent night together, I headed down in the elevator to the meeting Rock had called.

  All eyes went wide when our mother walked in.

  “What the—” Rock started.

  “I invited her,” I said. “She’s promised to help. Right, Mom?”

  My mother, looking pale and a little bit green, nodded. “Yes. I know none of you killed your father. I didn’t either.”

  “You wouldn’t kill off your gravy train,” Rock said snidely.

  Lacey slid him a stink-eye for the comment. No one else said anything.

  So I spoke up. “We all have our problems with our mother. We need to put them aside for now, at least until this case is solved. We need to work together to make sure the guilty party is found.”

  Riley bit her lower lip. Matt sat next to her, holding her hand.

  I stood and made introductions. Mom hadn’t yet met Matt and Charlie. It was awkward, but I got it done in two minutes flat.

  “Lace and I have come up with a working theory,” Rock said. “There’s no evidence that anyone other than Dad himself made the phone call to me from Reid’s office, posing as Reid.”

  “You do all sound a lot alike,” Mom observed.

  “Right, so here’s the theory.” Rock drew in a breath. “Dad was planning to stage his own death implicating all of us, but someone got wind of his plan and actually killed him, knowing they’d get away with it because Dad had put the whole plan in place to implicate us.”

  “Interesting,” I said. “Have you—”

  “Yes,” Rock said, appearing to read my mind. “The body we cremated was definitely Dad. The body the police found was definitely Dad. He is not alive. We’ve checked it out and gone over and over it with a fine-toothed comb.”

  Riley nodded, trembling. “I identified the body in the morgue. It was Dad. I swear to you.”

  “Suspects, then,” I said. “Father Jim, of course. Hank Morgan?”

  Rock nodded. “Lacey and I believe he is a suspect. Dad had a considerable amount of pull in the NYPD. And then there’s Irene Lucent.”

  My eyes shot wide. “You’ve talked to her?”

  “No. We haven’t found her yet, if she exists at all.” He turned to Mom. “What do you know about her?”

  “Nothing,” Mom said quietly.

  “I believe her,” I said. “She wouldn’t have married Dad if she’d known there was someone else who could possibly have split his pie with her.”

  “Fair enough,” Rock said. “We need to find her. But would she really be behind Dad’s murder? Why not take care of him years ago?”

  “Maybe,” Roy, who was usually quiet, began, “Dad had decided to go back to Irene.”

  “Give up his billion-dollar enterprise?” Rock said. “Doesn’t sound like him.”

  “Are you kidding?” Roy continued. “He probably planned to live the high life on some Caribbean island while getting reports of the chaos his will had caused. Forcing you to come here and run the company. Watching Reid have to give up what should have been his birthright. Watching us all be implicated. He had all the hoops set up and ready for us to—”

  “Oh my God,” Riley broke in.

  “What?” Several of us asked in unison.

  “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before,” she said. “Actually, I do know why. I’ve kind of erased it from my mind. Dad has an island. A private island.”

  My heart threatened to jump out of my chest. “How do you know?” I asked.

  She gazed down at the table. “I’ve been there.”

  Silence for what seemed like more than a few seconds. We all knew what Riley had experienced on her trips with Dad. And on a private island? Nothing would have been off limits.

  “Do you know where the island is?” Rock asked.

  She nodded. “It’s not in the Caribbean. It’s somewhere in the Pacific. We’d fly out of Honolulu. Or take a boat. Honestly I don’t remember how we got there most of the time.”

  Why didn’t you tell us this? I wanted to demand.

  But I didn’t. I already knew the answer. Riley tried very hard not to think about those times, and none of us could blame her. She honestly hadn’t thought of it until now.

  “Records,” Lacey said. “There’d be a record of the purchase somewhere.”

  I held back a snorting scoff. Lacey was still new to this family. She didn’t understand that Derek Wo
lfe could make any record disappear. “He probably covered it up,” I said. “But there would have to be a flight manifest for the jet.” I turned to my sister. “I’m sorry. I know this is hard for you to talk about, but when you went to the island, did you take the jet?”

  She nodded, swallowing visibly.

  “If he can hide a property investment,” Rock said, “he can easily forge a flight manifest.”

  “Those have to be filed with the FAA,” Charlie said.

  “The FAA is a government agency,” I said. “Government employees are often underpaid.”

  “So they’re ripe for bribes,” Charlie said. “Got it.”

  “Still, it’s worth a look.” I made a note. “I’ll have Buck investigate.”

  Rock nodded. “I wonder…”

  “What?” I asked.

  “If this Irene Lucent lives on that island.”

  “Maybe,” I said. “Why would Dad keep a first wife on the side, though? Why not just divorce her and marry Mom?”

  “I may know why,” Mom said quietly.

  All gazes flew to her.

  “I signed a contract before our marriage,” she said.

  “A pre-nup?” Lacey asked.

  “No. I refused to sign a pre-nup. In retrospect, that was a mistake. I could have protected myself as well as your father. But I did sign a confidentiality agreement.”

  “Why?” Lacey asked. “Why would you need to keep anything confidential before you were married?”

  Mom cleared her throat. “I had some money. Not just some, actually. A lot of it.”

  “We know that,” I said.

  Our mother had come from rich Massachusetts politicians. She’d been worth millions, until her father lost it all in a sham oil investment overseas. This wasn’t new information. Still, she’d had a hefty trust fund when she married Dad.

  “Your great-grandfather, who you never knew, was corrupt as they came,” Mom said. “He laundered all his money through Europe, and somehow, it ended up in a trust fund for yours truly.”

  “What?” Rock said. “You’re not talking about your original trust fund?”

  Mom nodded.

  “What money?” Rock went on. “How did he—”

  “He was a politician in cahoots with the mafia,” she said. “Your grandparents—my mom and dad—never talked about it. Somehow, all his laundered money ended up mine.”