The Forbidden Billionaire (The Sinclairs Book 2) (19 page)

Grady glared at Evan. “Why didn’t you tell us about Hope and Jared?”

Evan shrugged. “Neither of them were my stories to tell. I knew you’d all know the truth someday, and there wasn’t much you could do after those things had already happened.”

“How did you think we were going to find out?” Dante asked.

“We’re Sinclairs,” Evan drawled. “We might be separated by distance, but we’re bound by blood and our histories.”

“And because you all love each other,” Sarah added fiercely. “You’ve always been there when you needed each other. Maybe it wasn’t the time for Jared and Hope to share, but we all know now. And you’re all supportive.”

“I’m so glad you’re all together again,” Emily said with a sigh before looking at Mara expectantly. “Does this mean you and Jared are getting married and staying in Amesport?” Her voice was hopeful.

“No,” Mara replied hastily, not wanting Emily to have any expectations. “I mean, we’re just . . . um . . . dating.”

Sarah snorted. “He said you’re the woman who has changed his life. That doesn’t sound like a ‘just dating’ scenario to me.”

“Leave the poor woman alone,” Evan said imperiously. “Taking Jared on for life would be a big decision for any woman. Sinclairs aren’t easy to deal with, and Jared’s no exception. He’s a pain in the ass.”

Dante chuckled. “Don’t say that too loud. I’m getting hitched tomorrow.”

“I have no doubt that Sarah heard me, and that she’s well aware that you’re a pain in the ass, too,” Evan answered, deadpan.

Sarah giggled. “He can be occasionally.” She exchanged a sultry look with her fiancé.

“It’s a damn good thing that I’m perfect,” Grady commented in a cocky voice.

Emily trilled with delighted laughter. “Only in your dreams, big guy. But I have to admit you’re pretty close.”

Mara’s heart swelled as she watched the whole Sinclair clan rib each other good-naturedly. It was remarkable that after a night of so many shared secrets, so much drama and pain, all of them could come together again so seamlessly. They were all survivors, and so resilient that Mara admired every one of them.

She now saw being a part of Sarah’s wedding taking place tomorrow as an honor instead of a chore or a favor. This was a special family, born of wealth and privilege, but all with good hearts.

Hopefully, meeting with Selena’s mother would be a turning point for Jared. Every day he had become more and more open, but she could tell he was still struggling, still hesitant. Tonight might have finally brought him absolution, his way back to living a normal life again. She wanted that for him so desperately that her heart ached.

“Anybody up for dessert now?” Emily asked loudly. “Mara made a chocolate turtle cheesecake. I can make coffee and we can dish out dessert.”

“I’ll dish it up,” Dante offered hastily, springing out of his seat.

“I’ll help,” Jason insisted, springing to his feet.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Hope said as got to her feet with a delighted laugh. “It will be gone before it’s on the plates. Chocolate addict,” she accused, following her husband toward the kitchen.

Sarah and Emily came over and each of the women grabbed one of Mara’s hands. “Come on. We’d better hurry before your dessert is gone. Poor Jared doesn’t even have a shot because he stepped outside. Dante and Grady are playing dirty,” Emily said jokingly.

A giggle escaped Mara’s mouth as the two women pulled her to her feet. “Evan?” Mara looked over at the eldest brother. “Would you like some?”

“No thank you,” he answered haughtily. “I try to avoid carb- and sugar-laden products that have no nutritional value whatsoever.”

“No junk food?” Mara gasped. “You’re missing out on something good.”

“I’m accustomed to that,” Evan mumbled under his breath.

Mara heard him, or she thought she did. Maybe she hadn’t understood him correctly. “Did you say something?”

“No,” Evan answered cantankerously.

She looked at him quizzically, trying to figure out the oldest Sinclair brother. If she took him at face value, he
was
actually a jerk, and she had no doubt that arrogance and testiness were genuinely parts of his personality. But there was something else, something she couldn’t quite put a finger on. During certain moments, Evan was so much more than he seemed, most of those instances revolving around protecting or shielding his family. Did anyone else see how dedicated he was to his siblings? Or was she the only one who could see something else beneath his finely sculpted image of snobbery and control?

Her heart went out to Evan, sitting by himself there in the family room, his face devoid of emotion. He seemed so separate, so . . . lonely. Honestly, she didn’t think he was happy that way, either. So why was he continuing to live that way?

“Mara, are you coming? Grady’s got the pie!” Emily’s laughing voice floated out to her from the kitchen.

Shaking off her desolation from watching Evan Sinclair sitting isolated in the family room, she smiled as she walked to the kitchen. Once there, she realized pandemonium was breaking out, everyone fighting to take possession of the pie.

“What are they doing?” Jared moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist as he came back inside.

“Fighting over the chocolate turtle cheesecake I brought,” she answered, amused.

“Maybe I should be in on that.” He tightened his arms around her waist and kissed her on the temple.

“No need.” She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Leaning closer, she whispered in his ear, “Don’t tell anybody, but I made one all for you. It’s at home in the refrigerator.”

His deep green gaze captured hers, his eyes filled with humor. “No wonder I fucking worship you.”

“For my pie?” she teased.

“Because you actually made one especially for me, and a million other reasons.” He lowered his forehead against hers. “Pie later. I think I’d rather have you for dessert. Let’s go home, unless you want to fight for dessert.”

Sweet Jesus. All she really wanted was to lick on him for an after-dinner treat. He looked so damn handsome he took her breath away. “I’m sure you’ll share.”

“Everything I have, baby,” he answered, his words almost like a vow.

“I want to lick your entire body for my dessert,” she whispered in his ear, nipping his earlobe lightly.

“Holy fuck. We’re out of here,” Jared declared, lifting her up and carrying her toward the door.

“Aren’t we going to say good-bye?”

“Later,” Jared bellowed to his family, his eyes never leaving hers.

His back to his family, Jared never noticed that all of his siblings stopped fighting for a moment to smile after their retreating figures with hope in all of their eyes.

CHAPTER 18

“So did you really build all these homes on the Amesport Peninsula just because you hoped all your family would come back here someday?” Mara was salivating to touch Jared, and she distracted herself with the question as he drove the short distance back to his house.

“I think I did,” Jared answered in a low, thoughtful voice. “After Evan sobered me up and went back to his business, I needed to feel like I was doing something useful. I told each of my siblings that I was building them a house after I went and visited Grady and saw this peninsula. It was like some kind of compulsion. None of them objected, so with their input on what they wanted, I did it. I wanted to make everything just right, maybe because I really did want them to stay.”

“Did you stay with Grady all that time?”

“No. I took up almost permanent residence at the Lighthouse Inn. They have a good breakfast,” he answered, his voice light.

Mara knew the adorable bed-and-breakfast that had been in Amesport for years. “Somehow, I can’t see you staying there.”

“Why? I liked it.”

The place was nice, but rustic. “It’s lovely, but you’re a bit too pretty for a place that rustic.” She knew she’d be in trouble for saying it, but she couldn’t resist.

“You’re in trouble, woman,” he growled ominously.

“Good. I want to be in trouble.” She unbuckled her seat belt as they pulled into Jared’s long driveway. Rising onto her knees, she leaned over the console of the vehicle and started to unbutton his shirt, delving beneath the hem with her other hand to make contact with his warm skin.

“I’m driving here,” Jared said with very little conviction.

“I’m not,” she answered mischievously, popping the top button on his jeans and lowering the zipper. “You’re hard.”

“It’s a chronic condition whenever you’re around,” he grunted. “Hell, it’s constant even when you’re not around because I’m fucking thinking about you.”

“I love you, Jared. Right now, I can’t wait any longer to touch you.” Mara’s heart was overflowing with emotion for this man, and that organ was taking control. The entire evening had been so intense, and she’d wanted to touch him, comfort him somehow.

“Fuck! You’re killing me.”

“You’ll live,” she purred, liberating his enormous cock and stroking over the shaft. The feel of him delighted her. He was like steel covered by silk, and stroking him was divine. “I have to touch you or I’ll die of longing.”

“Do you know what you do to me, Mara? Do you have any idea how good that feels, and how incredible it is to me that you’re that eager for me? That’s why it makes me crazy when you beg for me to make you come. No woman has ever wanted
me
that damn badly,” he said with a groan.

Scorching liquid heat flooded between her thighs, and her heart raced like she’d just run a marathon. Jared should be loved like this, needed to be loved like this. The women he’d been with mystified her. How could any woman
not
want Jared desperately? “I don’t just want you. I need you.” Her mouth closed over his cock with a hungry moan.

A deep, reverberating sound left Jared’s throat as he braked the vehicle in front of his house and slammed the car into gear and cut the engine. He wound his hands into her hair and fisted the locks desperately. “Not. Like. This.”

Disappointed when Jared used his grasp on her scalp to lift her head from his cock and open his car door, Mara reluctantly straightened up and licked her lips, still drunk from the taste of him as her gaze met Jared’s. Her pulse began to race as she observed the dangerous, feral look in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I thought you might like—”

“Don’t ever fucking apologize for touching me,” Jared demanded, ripping his gaze from hers and coming around the car in nothing more than a few heartbeats, snatching her from the seat. She wrapped her legs around his hips instinctively as he grasped her around the waist. “I need you to touch me. This body belongs to you, baby. Understand?”

Mara’s breath hitched as she nodded, her eyes locked with his, his words making her shiver with need.
He belongs to me.
“Then why did you stop me?”

“Because I’d have been a goner after just a few more sucks of that gorgeous mouth, or a few more flicks of that hot little tongue. Fuck knows it makes me crazy, but it isn’t what I need right now, and I don’t think it’s what you need, either.”

She lowered her feet to the ground after he’d taken a few steps. The motion lights had come on at the front of the house automatically when they’d pulled into the drive, and Mara bit her lips as she nearly drooled at his muscular chest, bared because she’d opened the buttons. The tails of the light green shirt dangled at the sides of his hips, and his jeans hung low and sexy with the zipper open and his cock standing about as erect and rigid as possible. “God, you’re beautiful, Jared,” she said in a soft, breathy voice. “What do you need right now?” Mara was aching to give him anything he wanted, anything he needed.

Jared yanked at the hem of her shirt and she lifted her arms as he made short work of removing it and then the flimsy bra she was wearing. Dropping on his knees despite the cement on the driveway, he unfastened her jeans and yanked them down with her panties until she could step out of them.

He stood, crowding her nude body against the bumper of his SUV. “I need us to lose ourselves in each other. I need to feel you clinging to me, touching me like you’ll never let go. I need to touch you, fuck you until the only thing you can think about is me. I want to hear my name on your lips with every breath you take while I make you come.” He slapped his hands on the hood of the vehicle, putting a palm on each side of her body, his eyes burning with an intensity that was nearly blinding. Lowering his head, he moved his lips along her temple and down her neck. “You smell so fucking good. I want to breathe you in until the scent of you permeates every cell in my body so I’ll never inhale again without savoring your essence.”

Mara was panting just from listening to the erotic, romantic words he was saying in a husky,
fuck-me
voice. “Jared. Please. I need you.” She moved her hands to his shoulders and lowered the shirt to his upper arms. He shrugged it off impatiently, and she stroked her hands over his chest, letting them glide to his back and then into his hair. She couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t get close enough to him to satisfy her. “Fuck me, Jared. Fuck me now.”

His mouth crashed down on hers as his muscular arms wrapped around her waist. One of his hands threaded through her hair, and he held her prisoner, tilting her head so he could take complete control of the demanding embrace. Lifting her bare legs around his waist, Mara moaned and writhed against his burgeoning cock, desperate to feel him inside her.

He conquered her with his mouth, spearing between her lips again and again, entangling her tongue with his until she was breathless. Panting, she begged him again, “Please.”

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

“You. Just you. Make it hard, make it rough. I need you to make me yours.” Mara wanted to sob with the need for him to claim her with a possessiveness that would satisfy her unbearable craving for him.

Lowering her legs from around his waist, he stepped back and turned her body, pressing her hands onto the hood of the car. “Like this?” he asked roughly, demanding an answer as his hand stroked down her back and over the cheeks of her ass.

Oh, God, yes.

“Yes. Please.”

Jared delved between her thighs, spreading her flesh and running his fingers through her moist heat.

Mara threw her head back as he probed her pussy with expert fingers, her ass in the air, her hands on the car hood keeping her in a bent-over position. Jared brushed against her clit just enough to make her moan.

Her body jolted as he slapped her ass. Hard.

Whack.

The carnality of his erotic punishment nearly made her climax right then and there. He had her in a vulnerable position. Standing at her side, he was able to tease her pussy with one hand and smack her ass with the other at the same time. The pleasure-pain sensation nearly drove her insane, and she screamed his name as he slapped her ass again.

Whack!

“That’s for calling me pretty,” he told her dominantly, huskily.

If this was what she got, she’d call him pretty ten times a day. “Make me come, Jared.” The spiral of tension in her belly was almost unbearable.

He moved behind her and grasped her hips. “I’m going to go deep this way, Mara,” he told her in a strangled groan.

“Good. Go deep,” she panted, more than ready to feel him inside her. “And don’t be careful. Claim me. Please.” More than anything, she wanted Jared to lose control. He’d never hurt her, and she wanted him just as raw as she was at this moment.

He slammed into her, and he wasn’t gentle. Mara could feel his control had snapped, and instinct and elemental desire had taken hold.

“You feel so fucking amazing. It’s like we were made just for each other.” He pulled back and stroked into her again.

She wanted to tell him that she felt the same way, but all she could do was moan, words escaping her as her need tore at her. His hips began to move faster, and Mara thrust back to meet every frantic thrust, her climax clawing at her.

So close. So damn close.

“Jared. Jared. Jared.” She started chanting his name with every breath she took, unable to stop herself. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed except him.

“Come for me, baby,” he commanded, taking one hand off her hip and wrapping it around her waist, stroking down to her pussy.

Mara ignited as Jared took the tiny bundle of nerves between his thumb and index finger, putting pressure on it while he stroked. She came screaming his name, her sheath tightening against his cock.

He threaded a large lock of her hair through his fingers and tugged her head back, nipping at her neck with a love bite that sent her reeling, tumbling end over end. The only thing keeping her grounded was Jared’s tight, possessive hold.

Pumping into her several more times, he spilled his warm release inside her with a feral groan of satisfaction. Lowering his body over hers, he turned her head with her hair, capturing her lips in a raw meeting of mouths that left her chest heaving as he rested against her back, his breath ragged and uneven as he buried his face in her hair. “Christ. Did I hurt you?” he asked in a low, anguished voice.

Mara let out a strangled laugh. “No. I’m starting to think I need it a little rough. Did that orgasm seem like I was in pain?” she teased.

Jared straightened and turned her body, lifting her ass onto the hood of the car and wrapping his arms around her protectively. “I just don’t ever want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she assured him, hugging him until their bodies were skin to skin and wrapping her legs around his waist to bring him closer.

“It was a nice way to initiate your new car,” Jared said with laughter in his voice. “I’ll never look at this vehicle again without getting a boner.”

Puzzled by his words, Mara asked, “What new car?”

“The one your beautiful ass is sitting on.” He pulled back and grinned at her.

Oh, God, what did he do?

Turning her head, she finally noticed that the vehicle they’d been using as makeshift furniture was not Jared’s SUV, but parked right next to it. This particular shiny new vehicle was very similar, but as she looked closer, she realized that the color was a deep metallic red. She hopped off it with a squeal of distress, Jared catching her as she moved. Mara lowered her feet to the ground and gawked at the car parked right next to Jared’s. “You bought another Mercedes SUV?”

“A work vehicle for you. Mara, you can’t keep driving your old truck. Everything on it needed to be fixed. The business is growing. You need a new vehicle.”

She looked at Jared as he tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped them, leaving his shirt open. Her mouth went dry as she eyed the beautiful vehicle. “I can’t keep this. It’s too expensive. I know I need a newer car, but this is too much.” She looked around her. “What happened to my truck?”

“Todd said he’d take it. He’s mechanical and can fix everything on it with the money he’s earning. Then his family will have a vehicle. He’s seventeen. He wants wheels.”

“You just gave it to him?” she asked indignantly, reaching for her clothing. She pulled her bra and T-shirt back on, then tugged on her panties and jeans awkwardly, well aware that Jared was watching her.

“You’ll have to sign it off to him. But he wanted to get to work on it. He’s really excited.”

“Dammit. You knew I’d never take back a vehicle that was promised to Todd.” She folded her arms in front of her and glared at Jared. She loved him with every fiber of her being, but his actions were way too high-handed, even for Jared.

“Why in the hell would you want to take it back? If you don’t like this one, I’ll get you something else.” He looked at her like he was really confused.

Mara tapped her foot against the concrete, trying to keep her temper. “Because it was my truck, and I can’t take a gift this expensive. Jared, you’ve already helped me out enormously, and I don’t know what I would have done without you. But this is too much.” Honestly, she really didn’t know what she would have done had Jared not come into her life. He’d been her rock, the person who had saved her from homelessness. And for him, the things he was doing for her weren’t big things. “Why didn’t you ask me first?”