Retribution: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Secrets & Lies Book 3) (21 page)

“And Black,” I add, reaching for the zipper on the side of my dress, the one that gives me enough wiggle room to pull it up over my head. “Melissa Black. I'm proud of that name.”

“Then we can keep it that way,” Nathan says, reaching for the hem of my dress. He's already taken off his suit coat, and I run my hands over his chest, rubbing the firm muscles and smiling at the feeling underneath my hands.

“Good. Can I ask you something? Why the white suit?” I ask, raising my arms over my head and letting Nathan lift my dress over my head. His eyes widen as he takes me in, and I feel sexy, striking a little pose with my arms behind my back, my breasts thrust forward for him to inspect. “Do you like it?”

“You... you’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Nathan whispers huskily, brushing a strand of my hair and tucking it behind my ear. “As for the white, it’s because of you. You’ve helped me feel clean, purified, and I wanted to show that tonight. Maybe when I meet my end, maybe there's still a spot in hell reserved for me, but with you, I feel like I’m clean again. Like I have a chance in heaven.”

We kiss again, and I help him take off every piece of his clothes, relishing the feeling of his skin underneath my fingertips. It's really the first time we've had sex where there's been enough light for me to see everything about him, from his tattoo on his left shoulder, the crossed arrows with a dagger and scrolled ribbon of the Special Forces, to the scars that adorn his body, the one on his butt being the thickest. I kneel down, smiling up at him as I ease his underpants down his legs and run my fingers up the backs of his thighs. “Let me give you a present,” I whisper, reaching around and taking him in my hand. “My first.”

His cock is hard, and just the right size for me. I reach out with my tongue and lick. Nathan sighs at the sensation of my tongue on his cock. I lick him all the way down and then up, circling around the head before opening my mouth and carefully sucking him in.

As he spreads my mouth open, I'm amazed at how good it feels, seeing him enjoying what I'm doing, and I remind myself to keep my teeth out of the way. I worship his cock with my lips and tongue, slowly sucking and kissing him until I'm rewarded with the tangy sweet taste of his delicious precum. “So sweet,” I say softly, licking the tip. “Want me to finish?”

Nathan smiles and strokes my cheek, shaking his head. “Another time.” That’s my man. A man of few words.

I smile and nod, turning around and pushing my panties down. They're soaked through, I've been slowly rubbing myself as I sucked him, hoping that’s what he'd say. I bend over, showing myself to him. “Can we try it this way?”

I look over my shoulder as Nathan kneels down, his cock gleaming in the light of the fire, and I shudder in anticipation as he reaches forward and unfastens my bra, letting the straps hold it on my shoulders. He slides forward, the head of his cock slipping between my lips but not entering me, instead rubbing over my clit, electricity crackling up my spine as he does. “Mmm, you’ve unlocked the woman inside me.”

“It’s nothing compared to what you’ve done for me,” Nathan whispers in reply, bending down and kissing my back, his cock still rubbing against my clit.

He pulls back, and this time his cock fills me, joy jolting up my back and squeezing my chest before releasing in a happy groan. Nathan slides all the way in, his hips nestled against mine and I push back, sitting up some to turn my head and kiss him tenderly while he pulls back and thrusts again, slow and sensual. Our tongues taste each other, and he reaches around, cupping my breast, teasing my nipple. I'm being assaulted by sensation, and I reach back, running my hand through his hair, our kiss deepening until I can't breathe and have to gasp.

His strokes are perfect, sliding in and out of me with just the right speed, each one sending ripples of joy through my body. We are in total harmony, happy and in our place, the fire crackling and warming my body even as his pumping cock builds the fire inside me. I put my head back down, unable to contain myself anymore as I begin to push back, Nathan holding himself still while I ride back and forth on his cock, letting my passion build.

“Nathan... oh God,” I gasp over and over as my body squeezes and rides on him. “You feel so good.”

He puts his hands on my waist and I stop, Nathan taking over as we rise, higher and higher. My body is alive, electricity crackling through every nerve of my body as his cock fills me over and over, and I feel every touch of his skin against mine. I lower myself more and more, just my hips in the air as he goes faster, I can't even understand which direction he's going anymore. It's all blended up into one massive ball of energy and joy deep inside my body. I'm trembling, gasping and squeezing the sheets underneath me, my head filled with nothing but desire to feel Nathan inside me. “'Lissa...”

“Yes, yes!” I cry as Nathan speeds up, his hips slapping mine softly. He's so close and I want to feel him, I squeeze him, milking his cock as I hold my orgasm off, wanting to feel the ultimate pleasure of coming together with him. Nathan's breath tears through him in harsh gasps and his fingers tighten, not painful but firm, and he's there. I let everything go, the amazing energy inside me erupting even as he fills me with his own eruption, my mind expanding, our energies in perfect harmony. It's the world that I see in my art, but made even better, just Nathan and I, and our family.

“
O
h
, come on Uncle Nathan! Just one more game?” Anthony asks, spinning the basketball on his finger. He's tall for his age, and so much like his father it's uncanny. He has the same lean features, the same lithe frame, but in the middle of his face are the trademark blue eyes of our family. Even Janice, my daughter, has them, something that every child in our extended family shares, a bond deeper than blood and three last names. “You only lost by two!”

“Yeah well, your uncle is an old man, and could settle for just a game of H.O.R.S.E, but one on one? You need to ask your Uncle Jackson for that one.”

Anthony smirks, something else he inherited from Andrea, and shakes his head. “Nah. Maybe DJ though. He's doing okay for a first grader.”

“So says the oh-so-wise second grader,” I tease, waving him off. “Be nice to your cousin. Remember, he's getting more martial arts lessons from his parents than you are.”

“Yeah, but I'm getting taught by you,” Anthony replies as he takes off. I ease myself into the deck chair and reach for my cup of iced tea. I hear a chuckle behind me, and Andrea's there with a pitcher of the same tea, laying out stuff for the party.

“You’re hardly an old man. And thank you for intentionally bricking those last two shots,” Andrea says, coming over and giving me a hug and kiss. “You can’t be that old if you can keep up with these kids.”

“I try, but damn if it doesn’t wear me out,” I tease, patting her hand. “Congratulations, Liam’s third birthday. You doing anything special?”

Andrea shakes her head, smiling softly. “Just the usual. He likes it that way.”

The transformation of the farm has been dramatic. Using our family's riches, we expanded the whole property, buying the ten acres next to the original farm to build what we all jokingly call the 'family headquarters'. With ten bedrooms, a swimming pool, basketball court, and something for every member of our family, Carson and Andrea live there with their three children, and there's plenty of room for everyone to stay, which we often do.

Still, it's not like Melissa and I are suffering or living cheaply either. The original farm house is ours, the barn still Melissa's studio, and Carson still rides his ATV over two or three times a week to do archery practice with Andrea and her daughter in the same shooting range, or doing pistol practice with me. There's no real need for it now, but still, old skills and habits are hard to let go of. “Hey Andrea?”

“What's up?” Andrea asks, and I get up out of my chair and go into the house with her, where Melissa is helping Baby Andrea, who’s ten-years-old now, frost Liam’s birthday cake.

“Never mind,” I reply, going over and giving my wife a kiss on the cheek before hugging my goddaughter. “Andi, just where is your mother?”

“Finishing a report for Aunt Darcy,” Andi says, carefully piping Liam’s name in blue gel. “She wants to have it on the USB drive to give to her when she, Jeff, and Henry show up.”

“You know, they are business partners now,” I tease, “you think she'd just e-mail it.”

Andi shakes her head, her smile just like her father's. “You know how she is.”

I chuckle. Andi's taken to the whole underground idea, having been raised in it. “Well, once you finish this, think you might want to check on your little brother? Anthony was saying he wants to challenge DJ to a game of basketball. You know DJ, he doesn't always follow the whole no-contact rule in basketball.”

Andi gives me a startled look and sets her piping bag down, heading out the door. “Douglas Jackson Hart! You play nice with Anthony, or else I'm...”

The closing door cuts off her voice, and Andrea laughs. “Poor DJ. With Andi riding herd on him, he's never going to have the chance to get into half the trouble his father did.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” Melissa asks, and Andrea chuckles. She picks up a tray of sausages and takes it outside, leaving me and Melissa alone. She turns and hugs me, kissing me. “Are you having a good afternoon?”

“Of course. I love days like this. The whole family,” I reply, hugging her back. “How about you?”

Melissa nods, putting her head on my chest. “I am. These are some of the best days of the year. Hey, is everything packed for the trip?”

“I called the service, they already went up and cleaned everything out,” I tell her. “A week, just you and me, Janice staying with her aunt and uncle, DJ and Andi. She's going to love it. Then Carson and Andrea get to do the same thing.”

Melissa hums, then laughs. “I'm glad they're going last this year. I still can't forget the look on Andi's face when she found some of Andrea's toys at Christmas.”

“Yeah, that was a talk I don’t think Katrina or Andrea were ready to have with Andi quite yet,” I laugh, thinking of the semi-awkward discussion in the main room as Andrea tried to explain to Andi what exactly those padded cuffs were for. Or at least, what they tried to pretend they were for. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. I think I'll go check on everyone, see how it's all going.”

Melissa leaves, and I look out the big glass double doors over the porch to my family. I'm interrupted when I hear footsteps behind me, and I turn to see Katrina, still wearing her loose pants, but the crop tops have been replaced by t-shirts as she's had two children now, even though you couldn't tell from looking at her. “How's the report?”

“Good. Darcy'll be pleased,” Katrina says, coming next to me and watching the party. “Things look good out there. I saw from upstairs that Carson's monitoring the pool, that's good. And the kids are having fun.”

“They are. You know Katrina, I never would have thought we would be here like this ten years ago?”

Katrina chuckles and puts her arm around my waist, giving me a hug. “Ten years ago, I didn't even think I'd live to see today. And I certainly didn't think I would have the family to go with it. How's it feel, being the patriarch of a thirteen-person family?”

“Twelve,” I correct her, before Katrina's slight smile makes me stop, my own smile coming to my face. “A third for you guys?”

“A third. We checked last night. Keep it under your hat until after the party though, okay? Today's Liam’s birthday, let him enjoy being the baby for a few more days.”

“I can do that. You guys thinking of names yet?”

Katrina nods, and hugs me again. “If it's a boy... we were thinking that Nathan's a fine name.”

I hug Katrina back. That is a very fine name indeed.”

Katrina chuckles and looks out. “Come on. Let's go have a birthday party.”

I
turn
on my side and face my window, waiting for him to come into view. I feel so naughty. So needy. This is turning into a bad habit.

I bite my lip as he moves his curtains so he can see me.

Our eyes meet, and the hunger I see in his makes every doubt disappear. I want him, and he wants me. There’s nothing wrong about that.

His lips turn up into a sexy smirk as his eyes roam my body. He takes his shirt off, his corded muscles rippling with the movement. He’s the epitome of power and sex. His jeans are slung low, and the urge to lick the deep “V” at his hips makes my legs scissor. My hand dips down to my pussy and I love that he sees. I love that he watches me.

“Covers off,” he mouths, and I obey. I’m wearing a tank top and a skimpy lace thong. He tilts his head and tsks. A small laugh escapes my lips as a blush creeps into my cheeks. I knew he’d want them off. But tonight I want him to take them off of me.

A few weeks ago I would’ve given him the finger and yanked my curtains closed. But not tonight, not now that I’ve become addicted to the inked-up bad boy next door.

“Come over.” I whisper my plea, and his eyes heat with desire.

“Get wet for me, peaches.” I smile shyly at his command and slowly push my fingers against my clit, massaging small circles over my throbbing nub. My head falls back against my pillow, and a faint moan escapes from my parted mouth. I turn my head to the side and with my eyes half-lidded, I watch him watching me.

“More,” he says in a deep, rough voice that makes arousal pool in my core. I make my movements faster and hold his heated gaze. His breath comes in shallow pants, and his hand pushes against the bulge in his jeans. I know he wants me. I want him, too.

“Please,” the word tumbles from my mouth as I feel my back bow and a hot tingle take over my body. My eyes close as I almost fall and crash with an intense orgasm, but it escapes me. I’m on edge. I
need
him.

I open my eyes, and he’s gone. I bite down on my lip and slow my movements. He’ll be here soon. He’ll fill me, stretching my walls with his massive cock and thrusting his powerful hips until I’m writhing beneath him and screaming his name.

When did I turn into a slave to his lust? I don’t beg. I’m not that kind of girl, but he broke my walls down, and I’ve learned to love it.

He’s bad for me. I know he is, but I still crave him. And now that I’ve given in, I’m all his. Until he’s done with me, anyway. I know it’s coming.

This arrangement isn’t going to last, but I push the thoughts away and force myself to live in the moment.

For now, I belong to the inked-up bad boy next door.

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