Trainwreck 2 (Trainwreck #2) (12 page)

One of the scientists, an attractive, middle-aged brunette opened the cage door and gently pulled out one of the mice. She held him tightly in her hands while her partner, a young Asian man, injected him.

I cringed, having recently seen enough needles to last me a lifetime.

Ari patted the little critter’s furry head. “Good boy, Major.” The critter’s pink eyes blinked as Ari continued.

“We don’t usually test our products on animals. Major and Minor were rescued from another lab where they were cruelly injected with cancer cells. A trial run of a new drug we’re experimenting with has put Major into major remission—hence his name. We’re very hopeful about it and plan to treat Minor shortly with the hope of getting the same results.”

Thoughts of my mother flashed through my mind again. If only there was hope for her. I fought back the tears that were forming in my eyes. Maybe one day, if time and money allowed, his miracle drug could cure her. As if Ari were reading my mind again, he gently squeezed my hand.

“Come, I’ll have Miss Thatcher page Andre to bring the car around to take you back to the city. I’d go back with you, but I have an important board meeting this afternoon that I can’t miss.”

We returned to his office, and with a heavy heart, I stared out the windows. With the clouds so close, I could be in heaven. And soon, perhaps this is where my mother would be. A shudder rippled through me. I didn’t want to leave Philly. I wanted to be with my mother. And I wanted to be with him.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear Ari come up behind me. His brawny arms circled my waist, and his warm breath skimmed my neck. I could feel the rigid rod between his legs brush against my backside. I closed my eyes, and the longing I felt for him surged inside me.

A voice called out from the intercom. Miss Thatcher, obviously too scared to come in, even with a knock at the door.

“Andre is here.”

Ari spun me around and covered my mouth with his. The kiss was hot and passionate, a tangle of lips and tongues. Totally submitting to it, I ran my fingers through his silky hair, still a little damp from our memorable bath. Finally, he pulled away, but kept his hands firm on my shoulders. His beautiful face was just a breath away.

“
Saarah
, there’s a black tie ball tonight at the Waldorf; it’s an annual fundraiser honoring the work I do for Meds Without Borders. There’s still one empty seat at my table. My shrink thought it would be a good idea for me to ask you to come.” He paused. “I was going to ask you to come on Tuesday night but…”

His voice trailed off. He didn’t want to think about his ex and neither did I. Collecting himself, he looked deep into my eyes.

“
Saarah,
I still want you to be my date—that is, if you don’t have plans with your other ‘boyfriend.’”

Smart aleck! The glow on my face said it all.

“Well,
Saarah?
”

“I think I can cancel my
other
date. I’d love to go.”

The big smile that brightened his face could light up the sky. He kissed me once more, lightly on the side of my neck. Then I froze. Yikes. What was I going to wear? I didn’t exactly have a closet full of ball gowns to choose from. And I couldn’t exactly borrow one from Lauren, who I’m sure had many, because we were built totally differently and wore different sizes.

Ari read my face. “Don’t worry, my pretty princess. Andre will take you to Bergdorf’s. Go to the fourth floor—the Personal Shopping Department. Dawn will be expecting you. She’ll pick out something beautiful for you to wear.”

“B-but, I can’t afford anything at Bergdorf’s.”

He flicked the tip of my nose. “Princess, don’t worry. You can pay me back.”

“But, Ari, I can’t.”

“I don’t mean in dollars.”

Before I could respond, Miss Thatcher’s voice again filtered into the room. “Will Miss Greene still be needing the car?”

Ari rolled his eyes, then gave me an affectionate slap on my ass. “Go. And be ready by six.”

How could this man make everything so much better? He was a healer, emotionally and physically. And he was my lover. If it weren’t for my torn up knee, I would have skipped out the door like a giddy child.

Curling my good hand around the doorknob, I looked over my shoulder. He was leaning against his massive desk, his legs crossed, looking as sexy as ever. Damn him. He was just waiting for me to turn my head.

“
Saarah
, don’t be running into any muggers or serial killers. I want you whole tonight.”

“Right.” Smiling, I swung the door open and let it close behind me. I was already dreaming of the night ahead.

Ari

I
mmediately after Sarah left, I made two calls. The first to Dawn, the women’s personal shopper at Bergdorf’s, to let her know that I was sending a new client her way and to take care of her. I told her to go the distance and let Sarah have anything her heart desired. My only regret was that my princess couldn’t text me pictures of her naked in the dressing room while she tried on gown after gown. In retrospect, I should have arranged for her to pick up a new cell phone to replace the outdated one that bastard stole. Stupid me. I was just going to have to use my imagination.

The second call was to Dr. Martin Chernoff, the head of oncology at the University hospital. Marty was a great guy, and we shared a mutual admiration. He was on the forefront of curing cancer, and one day, I thought he would succeed and win a Nobel Prize. He was a big supporter of Meds Without Borders, but unfortunately wasn’t able to attend tonight’s gala as it was his twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. He was surprising his wife with a romantic dinner at one of Philly’s finest restaurants and was flying in his Boston-based, college-aged twin daughters for the occasion.

“Ari, what can I do for you?” he asked after I jokingly rubbed it in that I was hurt that he chose her over me.

I told him what was on my mind.

“Excellent!”

I smiled as I ended the call. In my mind, my decision had just brought the world closer to the end of cancer. And me closer to the woman with whom I hoped to celebrate a twenty-fifth anniversary.

“Saarah.”
I couldn’t help but say her name out loud. Just a whisper, it took my breath away. Though she’d left me only minutes ago, I already missed her like crazy. Tonight couldn’t get here soon enough. I couldn’t wait to see her again…all dressed up like the princess she was. And Ben would be thrilled she was sitting at our table. The only loose card was Gwen, but my shrink, Dr. Zimmer, who would meet Sarah too, had given me the courage to veto my headstrong sister’s opinions.

Saarah.
This time I said her name silently to myself. Something had changed between us today. Her hurt and vulnerability had melted me. Fucking her in the tub was by far the most sensuous experience of my life. My cock came alive inside her as if it had found its home. It had knocked the memory of my earlier encounter with goddamn Cassandra right out of my head. Sarah was so unlike my ex. She was soft and so sweet, caring and submissive, loving and kind. While Cassandra was a spawn of Satan, Sarah, sweet
Saarah
, was a slice of heaven on earth. I swear I saw stars when I came with her. An epic orgasm of
Star Wars
proportions.
My
Princess Leia had sent me orbiting. And I still hadn’t landed on earth. My cock was aching for her. Tonight we’d all go home together…Sarah, Ben, and me. The time was right. There was no doubt in my mind that Ben would be totally okay with her waking up in our apartment and seeing her in my arms. Even in her pajamas—likely a pair of my boxers with a T-shirt or an oversized shirt of mine. I chuckled out loud. I couldn’t wait to see the expression on the face of my beloved housekeeper, Luisa.
Ay, caramba!
It would be the first time since my divorce a woman would be staying over and sleeping with me in my bed. A life-changing breakthrough.

I stared at my computer screen. There were at least three dozen emails from around the world all marked “URGENT,” but I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was Sarah. My cock throbbed beneath my desk. I shouldn’t have let her go. No, I should have fucked her right over my desk. The image of her bent over, her gorgeous tight little ass in the air filled my mind, and I closed my eyes, letting my fantasy play out like the scene of a movie. My cock spiked beneath my trousers.

“
Saarah
, bend over.”

She silently did as I asked, and as she bent over my desk. I yanked down her skirt. Good girl. She wasn’t wearing panties. I’d trained her well. My eyes took in her magnificent ass. Two sculpted side by side hearts. Flawless. A piece of museum-worthy sculpture.

“
Saarah
, have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

An adorable little squeak spilled from her mouth. Obviously, not.

I breathed against her neck. “Relax, princess. You’re going to love this. Can you trust me?”

Wordlessly, she nodded, her long ponytail sweeping across the surface of my desk. I was so fucking turned on.

“Okay, now spread your legs a little.”

Quietly, she again did as I asked. I loved how obedient and submissive she was. She was in a ready position.

I unzipped my pants. My enormous cock sprung out, ready for action. My eyes flashed to the large tube of Dermadoo sitting on my desk. Our research department had recently discovered another benefit of our amazing moisturizer. It was the perfect lubricant for sex. It made things better for both partners, every which way—especially the backdoor kind. Once the secret got out, the highly sought after product was going to be even harder to find. The total miracle cream. Our fourth quarter earnings were going to end up in the stratosphere. I was ready to give it a try and test it out. Squirting a generous amount of the cream onto my palm, I slathered it all over my gigantic cock. And then I squirted a dollop onto the tip of my thick middle finger. Before I plunged my cock into her, I wanted her to get used to the sensation of something long and hard inside her butt, and this would be a good way of lubricating her. I wanted to pleasure my princess, not hurt her.

“What’s going on, Ari?” she rasped.

“Just relax, princess,” I repeated as I plunged my finger into her hole.

She let out a little shriek as I pushed it in further, the hot tight pucker driving me insane with lust and want. She was definitely a virgin when it came to butt fucking.

“What are you doing?” she groaned.

“Getting you ready for my cock,” I replied as I went as deep as I could before sliding my finger back down. “This is going to feel a little strange and uncomfortable at first, but you’ll get used to it quickly.”

“Is it going to hurt?” Anxiousness laced her voice.

“Princess, I’d never hurt you. In fact, pretty soon you’re going to be loving it so much you’ll be begging for more.”

I trailed kisses down her gorgeous back as I shoved my digit back in and began to finger fuck her ass. Within minutes, her muscles were relaxing and soft moans were filling the room.

“How does it feel?”

“Oh my God.”

“Look at me.”

She swiveled her head and gazed up at me as I continued my ministrations. Her sensuous lips were parted with hunger, and feverish lust danced in her big brown eyes. Oh, yeah. She was ready for more. Something bigger and better. I could have easily made her come with my finger, but why settle for less when I could give her the best.

My soaked finger, shimmering from the mixture of the Dermadoo and her sweet juices, exited her hole, and seamlessly, I inserted my well-lubricated cock, slowly pushing it into her inch by thick inch. Another shriek, this one much louder, poured out from her mouth. I, in turn, hissed. Her hot, tight little pucker all around my mammoth cock was pure bliss. So fucking good.

I kissed her on the shoulder as I took it to the limit and then slid my length back down.

“Hold on tight, baby. I’m going to fuck you hard. So hard I may be carrying you home tonight.”
And my cock may need a sling.

“Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

On my next breath, I began to pound her, so turned on by her begging. So turned on by her need for me. And my need for her. As I picked up my pace, she rocked her hips into me, meeting my powerful thrusts. Her groans mingled with my grunts. One arm cinched her waist while the hand of the other found its way to her delicious pussy. Without slowing down in her backdoor, I stroked it. She was so hot and wet. I promised her pleasure and I was going to deliver. My thumb moved to her clit, rubbing it vigorously. Her moans and groans morphed into uncontrollable whimpers. They were like music to my ears.

“How are you doing, baby?” Seriously, did I have to ask?

“Oh God, Ari, I’m going to come.”

That was the plan. I, too, was so close to coming I could taste myself. On my next deep thrust, I squeezed her clit, and I combusted inside her with a burst of my release as she came all around both my cock and my finger. The screams of pure ecstasy that saturated the room were as intense as our orgasms.

Holding her steady, because I was sure her legs had turned to jelly, I slowly withdrew my hot pulsing cock and then collapsed on top of her, resting my head on her warm upper back. I basked in the softness of her skin as my breathing calmed down.