by Kaylee, Katy
Just One Night
The Raven Brothers Book 4
Katy Kaylee
Copyright © 2020 by Katy Kaylee
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Contents
Description
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Marriage of Convenience (Excerpt)
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Description
Why am I fighting falling in love with Kade?
Ladies’ man, bachelor for life, spoilt playboy, baby of the Raven family…okay, okay, I get it.
There are a million reasons.
But then there’s one reason stronger than all others – my heart beats for him.
He makes me feel special and …beautiful, and smart, and strong,
And he tells me that I make him skip a heartbeat too!
Get it together, Morgan. He is a playboy! He must be saying this to every woman he meets.
Oh no…no, no, no…
I can’t tell him, I just can’t tell him that there’s another heart beating in my belly, and that’s his.
God… only if just one night could convert into a forever!
It was supposed to be just one night.
One night of wild passion,
One night of him helping me lose my innocence,
One night with the billionaire playboy, Kade Raven.
And yet I want this to last for a lifetime!
Just One Night is a full length, standalone romance with lots of heart, heat, angst, emotion and a drool worthy HEA. It is also Book Four in the Raven Brothers Series, that features four brothers. Just One Night is Kade’s Story.
Prologue
Morgan — Saturday
My virginity was in serious jeopardy. Not that I cared. In fact, it was long past time that I turned in my V-card. The truth was, I hadn’t had any opportunity to do so — at least with anyone remotely interesting enough — until now. I wasn’t ugly, but I also wasn’t the type of woman men clamored for. Especially men like the super-sexy Kade Raven. I was the person well-meaning women would say had a pretty face, but I’d be beautiful if I lost a little weight. I suspected they were right. But I liked food. I also didn’t mind my curves.
Lack of opportunity also played a role in my celibacy. While I grew up among the affluent, I wasn’t a part of their world. My mother was the housekeeper for the McAdams family, so most of my time was spent with other children of domestic workers. Not that the McAdamses weren’t nice; they were. I grew up a few years younger than Beth McAdams, and today she was my best friend. But there was no getting over the social strata. That, and I had to work from a young age to help my single mother make ends meet. And now that my mother was suffering from a chronic illness, I had to work even more. Hence, no dates and the retainment of my V-card.
My experience with love ever after was relegated to living vicariously through others. Right now, it was through Beth and her white knight Ash Raven, Kade’s older brother. As a die-hard romantic, I was rooting for them to have their second chance at love, and they’d finally achieved it. Thirty minutes ago, they said their vows and were married. Married with the loveliest little girl, their daughter Hannah, by their side.
The reception was magical and I felt so honored that Beth asked me to be her maid of honor to share this day with her. I felt like Cinderella, whisked away for the night into a world that didn’t have the challenges and burdens of everyday life. It was why I was dancing with the uber-sexy Kade Raven even thought I was sure he was just being nice. After all, he was the best man. It was his job to hang out with the maid of honor.
But he also had a reputation as a ladies’ man. There were plenty of other beautiful model-like waifs at the reception that were more his type. So why he had spent the last hour chatting and dancing with me didn’t make sense. He’d done his part to entertain me and fulfill his role.
“You look like you’re waging a war in your brain,” he said, leaning toward me. His cologne was as intoxicating as the champagne.
“I’m wondering why you’re still dancing with me,” I replied. There was no sense in being coy. Besides, if he was chomping at the bit to find his lady conquest for the night, I didn’t want to hold him back.
“If you don’t know, either you have low self-esteem, or I’m not doing my job well enough.”
Huh?
He slipped an arm around my waist and led me out of the ballroom, into a quiet corner empty of people. “Perhaps I need to be clearer,” he said, pinning me against the wall as he looked at me with the most beautiful green eyes I’d ever seen. His hand cupped my cheek. “Stop me now if you don’t want this.”
“Want what?” My brain was short-circuiting. I thought maybe he wanted to kiss me, but that couldn’t be right.
He laughed, which made me feel embarrassed. “You’re so fucking real, Morgan. I like that about you.”
“I like you too.”
“Then I’m going to kiss you.”
That couldn’t be right, except it was. His lips captured mine, and my heart, already beating fast, shot off like a sports car, racing a mile a minute. I gasped and then groaned as his lips consumed mine in a fiery kiss that I felt straight to my core.
I gripped his shoulders, partly to keep him close and partly to keep from melting into a gelatinous heap, the way his kiss was melting my bones.
His tongue ran along the seam of my mouth, and instinctively, I parted my lips, inviting him in. Whatever he wanted; he could have. His tongue was hot and wet, and he tasted divine. Chances were, this was the only kiss I’d ever get from Kade. It was hard to think anyone would ever kiss me like this again, so I decided it was time to take advantage of it.
I tilted my head, returning the kiss with the same fervor as him.
He groaned, breaking the kiss but cascading his lips along the column of my throat, sending electric tingles down my spine. His hands slid up from where he gripped my hips to my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my aching sensitive nipples, eliciting a whimper from me. I should have been stopping this. At any minute, someone could find us. But oh my god, did it feel so good.
“I want you, Morgan.” He pressed his hips against me, and I gasped at the very large erection he sported. “I nearly always get what I want.”
I could see why, I thought.
“I’ve got a suite upstairs. Come up with me.”
I bit my lip, to keep the words Yes, whatever you want from escaping before I had a chance to truly consider what was happeni
ng. Kade Raven, the sexiest bachelor in New York was kissing me, squeezing my breasts, and asking me to go upstairs with him. Was this a joke? Did he not see all the other more beautiful women at this party?
Then there was the fact that he was my best friend’s new brother-in-law. Were there rules about that? Finally, was I okay with a hookup? A one-night stand? Because that was all this would be. While all the other Raven brothers had succumbed to the love of a good woman, Kade’s reputation suggested he was still committed to sowing his oats. I was a die-hard romantic, but I also didn’t have the time to cultivate a relationship, nor the opportunity. If I wanted to lose my V-card to a man who no doubt knew how to please a woman, then this was my chance.
He lifted his head, his green eyes staring at me intently. “I’ll make you come so hard, Morgan.”
I swallowed, thinking I’d come just from his looking at me and talking to me like that. I gave a small nod. “Yes.”
His smile has a hint of the devil and then he kissed me again. “I’m going to take you for the ride of your life.”
I let out a shuddering breath, knowing that after tonight, I wouldn’t be the same; and I so much looked forward to that.
1
Kade — Thursday
I made it to the church on time. Just barely. The sanctuary was spectacular and fitting for my brother, Ash’s upcoming nuptials with Beth, his long-time love. Of all the Raven brothers, he was the most romantic and poetic. Me? Well, I wasn’t ever getting married, but if I did, I’d probably fly my bride to Vegas to tie the knot. I wasn’t big on romance or sentiment. But Ash and Beth had waited a long time for their happily-ever-after, and this fancy schmancy wedding seemed apropos.
I made my way up the aisle where my other brothers were already gathered. Chase, my eldest brother and biggest suck up to our powerful father, was discussing the purchase of the company once owned by Beth and her brother Ben, Chase’s former best friend. The company, McAdams Enterprises, was circling the toilet. Ash, probably in an act of foolish love, arranged for our company Raven Industries to buy it to save his betrothed and her brother from bankruptcy. Old man McAdams had made some spectacularly bad decisions that his son Ben hadn’t been able to maneuver them out of after his death. Of course, the fact that Ben was lit most of the time didn’t help, and was the one reason I’d been against hiring him to continue to run the business. Loyalty was important, but so was doing your job, and Ben was too much on the bottle to do his part. I’d only acquiesced when Ash said he’d stay on top of Ben.
“So far, I’m not impressed with Ben,” said Hunter, my second oldest brother. “Grief, drinking, and being pissed that you touched his sister aren’t a good mix in business, Ash.”
“I’ll take responsibility for him,” Ash assured us.
“Let’s hope he can keep it together at the wedding,” I said. It was one thing to be holed away in his office all day drinking, but getting hammered at his sister’s wedding had disaster written all over it.
“From your mouth to God’s ears,” Ash said. “I feel bad that I betrayed him, but if he fucks this up for Beth, I’ll toss his ass out myself.”
Ash was the quiet one, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have the Raven volatility at times. Not that long ago, I was at my father’s penthouse when Ash showed up and shoved our father against the wall, demanding whether he’d known that Ash was the father of Beth’s five year old daughter, Hannah. I’d never seen Ash so angry or on the verge of violence. When I learned my father had kept Ash and Beth apart, and now five years later, Ash learned he was a father, I couldn’t blame him. I’d be pissed too if someone kept my kid from me.
Personally, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to forgive not just my father, but Beth as well; her betrayal of keeping a secret like that. But Ash did. Not that he wasn’t hurt, but I guess he decided he loved Beth and wanted the family they’d once planned on having.
Of course, I’d never be in that position because I wasn’t going to have kids. That choice meant I’d been sacrificing my inheritance since my father had made a new provision that all his sons’ business inheritance would go to our children. My hope was that he’d change his mind before he died. He had time, since he was in his fifties. But even if he didn’t, I had my own business interests that would support my lifelong bachelorhood just fine.
“That’s my job,” Hunter responded to Ash, on the topic of throwing Ben out of the wedding if he got out of hand. My brother took his work as the head of security for Raven Industries seriously. For a time, it seemed to be an obsession. Thank god he fucked his therapist, because she’d been the catalyst to rein in his demons. Not that I didn’t understand or blame him for his issues. I was so fucking proud of my big brother’s time in the military. War had taken a toll on him, and there was a time when we thought we were going to have to boot him out of the business. Fortunately, Grace came along, and what a difference love made in his life. Marriage looked really good on him. And it helped him be civil.
“Hello gentlemen,” Grace said as she approached us. She went straight to Hunter and straightened his collar. It had looked alright to me, so I suspected it was just an excuse to touch him. It worked, because he grinned and kissed her. People in love were fucking weird.
I’d nearly told them to get a room, but Grace ushered us to the entrance of the church to get started on the rehearsal for Ash and Beth’s wedding.
In the foyer, the long-legged wedding planner, who I’d considered hooking up with when I first met her, barked out orders telling tell us where to stand. The way her hand brushed over my chest suggested that she’d take me up on my offer, if I gave it. But it was my brother’s wedding, and while I liked to rile all my brothers up, even I understood how important and sacred the event would be. I didn’t want to fuck that up for Ash. So, she was hands off — for now.
The wedding planner put Chase with his wife, Sara, at the front of the line. I felt sorry for the poor woman, as she was so pregnant that she looked like she was about pop. I wasn’t sure how she could still stand. Chase absently rubbed her back as he asked her how she was doing. Seeing romance and sweetness from Ash wasn’t unexpected, but the first time I saw it in Chase towards Sara, I was sure that pigs were flying and hell had frozen over. He’d been the most like our father; driven, ruthless, and aloof. Today, he was as sappy as my other brothers.
Next in line, the wedding planner put Hunter and Grace. Hunter, as usual took the moment to squeeze her ass.
“Kade,” the wedding planner cooed at me, as she looped her arm in mine and moved me behind my brother Hunter. “Normally, the best man stands up with the groom, but Beth and Ash want you to escort the maid-of-honor.” The wedding planner waved a hand and a woman appeared.
There were two things in the world I liked most: food, and women. Often together. This woman made me do a double take as her stunning beauty hit me. She had hair as black as night, and eyes nearly as dark. Her amazing curves that told me she liked food, too. Her tits were plump and round, and my dirty mind immediately imagined fucking those wonderfully full globes. I shifted on my feet to try and keep my dick from joining in the fun my eyes were having. The last thing I needed now was a hard-on.
“Hi, I’m Morgan. Beth’s friend,” she said with a perky smile.
Her lips were full and red even without lipstick, and my brain jumped to the image that luscious mouth on my dick. I swallowed, because she’d said something and I was sure I was supposed to reply with something.
“Kade,” I managed.
She smirked. “Yes. I know.”
I frowned.
“Everyone knows the Ravens,” she said by way of explanation.
“And you, miss cutie patootie, will line up right here,” the wedding planner said to Hannah, my five-year-old niece who, until a few months ago, I didn’t know I had. “Beth, you and Ben will walk in after.”
Beth came to stand behind us, but Ben was MIA. We all looked at her, and she gave a sheepish smile. “I’m sure he’s caught in tr
affic or something.”
I was sure he was lost in the bottom of a bottle.
“Would you like me to stand in for him?” I asked. I hated to give up getting to know Beth’s voluptuous friend, but this was her wedding, and I wanted to make it go smoothly for her and Ash. Later, I’d think about kicking Ben’s ass.
“No,” Beth shook her head. “I’ve learned long ago that sometimes I need to do things on my own.”
“Not anymore,” Chase said. “You’ve got us now.”
Her smile was lovely, and it made me happy for Ash.
I turned back to my raven-haired beauty. She was smiling up at me like I was some sort of god. It made me uncomfortable, even as it filled my chest with a strange, powerful feeling.
As we did the odd step-together-step up the aisle, Morgan leaned her head toward me. “Thank you for that.”
“For what?” I asked, inhaling her scent; it made me think of lavender and vanilla.
“For offering to fill in for Ben.”
“He’s an ass,” I said. And then I wondered if perhaps that was the right thing to say. I hadn’t ever met Morgan, but I’d known her family had worked for the McAdams for forever. She was likely loyal to him.
“He didn’t use to be,” she said. “But yes, he is one now. I’m so happy for Beth and Ash though, and not even Ben can ruin that.” She sighed in that way women did when they thought something was romantic. Of course, my dirty mind wondered if that was a sound she’d make if I licked her pussy.