For His Pleasure: The Boxed Set, Books 1-6 (For His Pleasure, For His Taking, For His Keeping, For His Honor, For His Trust, For His Forever) (29 page)

“I was blown away,” he said with obvious sarcasm. “How did you know I’d love it so much?”

She shrugged. “A mother’s intuition.”

“I thought they called it manic depression these days,” he snapped.

Erica ignored his cutting remark. “Did Venus in Fur give you and Nicole any interesting new ideas?” she asked, with a raised eyebrow. “It must be difficult to keep things fresh after years of playing Don Juan with every available woman from here to Los Angeles.”

Red was about to retort, but Nicole cut him off. “I’m so glad you brought us to see Venus in Fur, Erica. It was a wonderfully acted play. I was riveted.”

Erica sniffed. “Such a nice young girl. Red should count himself lucky to have snagged you.”

Nicole squeezed his hand again, letting him know he didn’t need to defend either of them to his crazy mother. This seemed to calm him slightly. He gestured to the car.

“Should we head back to the house now?”

“I am getting a little tired,” his mother admitted, relenting and getting into the car.

When the three of them were inside, Erica patted her stomach. “I didn’t realize pornography would make me so hungry. Do you find it works up the appetite, Nicole?”

Nicole smiled back at her. “I don’t really understand the question.”

“She’s very coy, isn’t she?” Erica said.

Red didn’t respond. His eyes narrowed and the color was blooming in his cheeks.

Nicole felt herself getting angry, mostly on his behalf. The more time she spent with Erica, the more she realized what he’d had to deal with his entire life. “I’m not being coy, Erica,” Nicole said, after a moment. “I truly didn’t know what you were asking me.”

“Never mind. I’m so glad we all enjoyed the show. I was certain the two of you would relate to the material, and I’m trying to be more open-minded these days.”

“Enough,” Red said in a low growl.

“What?” His mother looked shocked at his tone.

“I said, enough of that talk.”

She opened her mouth again, but from the look on Red’s face, seemed to reconsider. Instead, she laid her head back and closed her eyes, folding her hands on her lap. “Some people can be so touchy,” she muttered, as the car headed for Connecticut.

***

“I want her gone,” Red said, when the two of them finally had some privacy. They were in the master bedroom, and Red was changing into a pair of dark Armani pants and a white dress shirt.

Nicole was about to go to the master bathroom for a nice shower. But Red was suddenly in the mood to vent, after a sustained uncomfortable silence that he’d maintained the entire ride home. He’d spoken but once or twice, telling his mother where her room was located and helping her with her things.

“Didn’t you say you’re leaving for Germany tomorrow morning anyway?” Nicole reminded him, running a hand through her snarled hair, trying to untangle it a little.

“I don’t want to listen to any more of her little digs. Didn’t you hear her?” he asked, buttoning his shirt. His eyes were blazing.

“I did.”

“And taking us to Venus in Fur as a little snide comment on our sexual proclivities?”

Nicole laughed.

Red stared at her. “You think it’s funny.”

“A little bit. I liked the play, I didn’t care what your mother thought it implied about me.”

“You haven’t dealt with her yet—not really. This is just the beginning,” he fumed, fixing his cuffs. “Once she senses your weakness, she’ll chip at you and chip at you. She never stops, it’s in her nature to pick at other people’s wounds.”

“Then why do you even deal with her?”

“I don’t honestly know anymore,” he said, thinking about it. “I try to limit the contact. Like I said, she’s close with my brother, and I don’t want to strain my relationship with Jeb.”

“Okay, then,” Nicole said, moving closer to him and putting her hands on his arms.

“So why make trouble for yourself now? Let’s just get through a few more hours and be done with it.”

Red smiled at her. “What did I do right in a past life to deserve you?”

“Maybe you did something right in the present.”

“Maybe I’m just the luckiest guy in the universe.”

“Damn right.” She grinned. “I need to hop in the shower before dinner.”

Red continued getting ready as Nicole started the water, disrobed, and stepped into the enormous glass encased shower area that was large and steamy and luxurious, with black tiles along the floor and walls.

Closing her eyes, she let the hot water run all over her body, releasing the pent-up stress that had been there since the morning. This life with Red was so confusing, alternating between states of bliss and ecstasy and moments of total fear and anxiety. It was a high-stress, fast-paced world that he lived in, and Nicole was still trying to wrap her mind around it.

Just as she was starting to decompress, she heard the shower door creaking.

Startled, her eyes popped open and she spun around, instinctively covering breasts and crotch.

She found Red standing there, completely naked, smiling with glee at her shock.

“Did I surprise you?” he asked, stepping into the shower and shutting the glass door behind him.

“You scared me!”

“I couldn’t let you out of my sight so easily,” he said, his voice low and sexy smooth.

“I need to get ready for dinner,” she said, trying to hide her building excitement at Red’s bold nudity. His body was like something a painter would study, a sculptor would take months to mold and carve out of marble. He was so strong, and as he reached out to touch her, every nerve ending danced in anticipation of his skin against hers.

“Dinner can wait,” he said.

Now they were both under the stream of hot water, and Red’s mouth was pressing against hers, he was taking her in his strong, capable arms. She felt protected and wanted and desired all at once.

His hands ran up her torso, stopping to play with her hardened nipples, then down to her thighs and hips. As he continued to kiss her passionately, one hand grabbed her buttock while the other gently massaged the inside of her leg, straying towards her hot, wet nether regions.

Their kissing became more intense, the excitement building as their tongues locked together. It was as if both of them wanted to devour each other, to somehow become attached, so close that nothing could ever fit between them.

Their bodies were touching, as were their lips, and the hot water pounded against them and the steam got even steamier.

Nicole’s inner thighs were soaked and Red’s finger delicately caressed her entrance, sending shivers of delight up her stomach and waves of pleasure through her entire body.

She reached out for his hardness, ready for him to enter her and make him almost a part of her, if just for a little while. He gasped when she touched his erection, stroked his shaft.

“I want to be inside of you right now,” he told her.

Nicole turned around and planted her hands against the slick black tiles of the shower and arched her back, spreading her legs wide to give him access.

She was so ready for him, so willing and excited by everything he was doing to her and everything she knew he’d be doing to her in a moment.

Soon, she felt the head of his cock pressing at her folds, beginning to slowly penetrate the wet softness of her. Each movement sent ripples of joy and sexual energy through her lower half. He was so hard and so big, yet she was completely taking him inside of her with ease.

The waves of her pleasure were intense and overwhelming. Combined with the heat and the steam and the water and his kisses along the back of her neck—Nicole was truly in bliss.

None of the other stuff mattered right now. Red’s business problems, the surprising news that his company was struggling financially, the fact that Nicole still needed to tell her parents that her and Red were back together, his mother’s visit causing upheaval and stress—Nicole couldn’t possibly have cared less about any of it at that moment.

All she could concentrate on was how she felt as he entered her, filling her up with his manhood, plunging deeper inside of her until she almost couldn’t take it anymore. The sensation of everything just about to spill over, the passion, the excitement, becoming almost too much…and then it would ebb just enough that she’d catch her breath, ready to ride the next wave.

Red moved inside of her, he knew exactly how to thrust, how to slide and hit that exact spot to make her cry out in abandon. His hands cupped her breasts fully now, and she could feel his pelvis grinding against her, his strong chest pressed to her back as he slid deeper still into her hole.

She was so slick and dripping wet, contracting herself so that he fit snugly into her, and every millimeter that he went in or out was sending shockwaves through both of them.

Nicole turned her head so that he could kiss her from behind, their tongues tangling as his hand moved down from her breast, trailing down her abdomen and pressing into her.

There, he instantly found her clitoris and stroked it masterfully as he continued to pump himself into her.

“I can’t take it,” she whispered. “I’m going to come, Red.”

“Go on. I’m going to finish with you,” he told her.

And then it happened. She exploded into an orgasm so intense that she nearly lost control of her entire body. His hand was rapidly manipulating her clitoris as he came inside of her. Everything was going at once and Nicole had never experienced anything like it.

She cried out over and over again, her vocalizations echoing and bouncing around the master bathroom.

Red finished, telling her how beautiful she was the whole time.

He held her close for a long while, the shower still beating a steady rhythm against their bodies.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe how good that felt,” she said. Her voice was a little strained from what she’d been through.

Red squeezed her tighter in his magnificent arms and brushed his cheek against her shoulder. “You are an angel,” he said. “My angel.”

“I’ll always be for you and you alone,” she told him.

His hands cupped her breasts again and somehow she felt stirrings of excitement, amazing to her after the orgasm she’d just had. Red began kissing her shoulders and neck and she lingered in his devotion to her body.

“How can you do that to me?” he asked. She could feel him stiffening again inside of her.

“How can you do it to me?” she replied, moving her hips back, rhythmically hitting his pelvis, taking him all the way into her once more.

“Oh my god,” he said, and she could hear the true sound of disbelief in his voice.

“You’re making me hard again already.”

She felt him inside of her—just as hard as he’d been minutes before.

And then they were locked in yet another wonderful embrace, and he was doing it to her all over again, and somehow it was just as amazing and special as it had been the first time.

When they finished once more, the two of them were exhausted. Red rinsed off and then stepped out of the shower—the water had grown cool by now.

“I’ll be out as quickly as I can,” she told him, feeling rushed after spending so much time doing everything but washing. Nicole didn’t mind, she found herself smiling and shaking her head at their adolescent display of lust.

Not to mention the noise that had come from the master bath. She could only hope that with a house this size, his mother had likely not been within range to hear the two of them in action.

She finished showering as quickly as possible, put on a navy halter-top, white skirt, and a pair of navy and white striped wedge sandals. She quickly towel dried her hair, and finding it still damp, tied it back into a twist.

When Nicole came downstairs, Red and his mother were in the kitchen, drinking glasses of fresh lemonade made by Chef Roland.

“Thirsty?” Red asked.

“I’m okay, thanks,” Nicole said, as Erica’s gaze followed her movements.

“I’d sure be thirsty if I were you,” Erica said, smiling a secretive, knowing smile.

She drank deeply from her glass of pink lemonade. Pieces of fruit swirled in the glass.

Nicole decided to ignore the older woman’s jibes, and instead turned to Red. “So, where are we eating today?”

“I thought we could go to The Union League Café,” he said. “I’ve been there once or twice in the last year, and it’s pretty incredible.”

Erica shrugged. “Isn’t it rather dull?”

“What’s that?” he asked, his tone getting that unnatural sharpness that he seemed to acquire when dealing with his mother.

Nicole fidgeted over by one of the islands, watching the two of them as if she were a spectator at a tennis match.

“It just seems dull,” his mother said. “This life you live. Wining and dining women, eating out at fancy restaurants, driving in limousines and fancy jets. Don’t you get bored?”

“Not really,” he said. “And I don’t wine and dine women. Just one woman,” he said, his eyes locking on Nicole’s. She smiled, tried to let him know she didn’t care that his mother made those comments.

The truth was, Erica’s constant little quips were starting to get under her skin a little bit.

Erica grinned knowingly. “Well, I can see why you’ve stuck with her,” she said.

“From the sound of it, she lets you do anything and everything you want to her. Regardless of the hour of day, the company you’ve got in your home, or even if she’s in the toilet. She seems to make sure you can satisfy your beastly urges at any given moment.”

Nicole’s eyes narrowed and she felt a chill run up her spine. “I hope you got a good earful,” she said, instantly regretting it when she saw the cold look of triumph cross his mother’s face.

This outburst was exactly what Erica Jameson had been waiting for—what she’d been slowly digging for all morning. And now Nicole had delivered it to her on a silver platter.

“I did get a good earful, as a matter of fact,” Erica said, placing her glass on the breakfast nook and walking to the center of the kitchen like she was on stage for act three of Venus in Fur. “How lovely to come to my son’s home for a visit and be treated to the carnal grunts and cries of what sounded like two dogs in heat.”