Promise: The Deception Trilogy, Book 3

by Fallon Hart

  Clearing my throat, I tried to quiet my lustful thoughts, or I'd be walking around with a hard-on.

  "You're a fortunate man, Mandeville," Jerry Price, the lawyer I'd been talking with mused.

  As Scarlett moved through the crowds, oblivious to the gossiping patrons and the looks she was receiving, that ache in my chest swelled into something new. It was the overwhelming feeling of loving someone as much as I loved this woman.

  And knowing she loved me.

  Yes, I was a lucky bastard.

  Scarlett didn’t stop until she’d sidled right into me, her arm slipping around my waist. I rested my hand possessively on her hip and kissed her forehead.

  Let the fuckers make what they would of our relationship.

  If anyone had told me a year ago that I'd be making an arse of myself in front of high society by chasing my fiery wife around the club and losing control in her body any time we argued, I would have shuddered at the thought.

  Now I didn’t know what I would do without it.

  Scarlett Mandeville was my drug of life.

  I was addicted, and I didn't fucking care one whit.

  “I love you,” I murmured, not caring if Jerry overheard.

  She rested her chin on my shoulder and bit her lip to restrain the smile she wanted to give me. And then she thought better of it and grinned. "I love you, too."

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Griffin

  It seemed to take forever for one o' clock in the morning to arrive. The club usually stayed open until three, but on the evening of the Christmas ball, we closed early because the staff had so much clearing up to do.

  Impatience rang in my blood as Scarlett stood by my side and we said goodnight to our guests. When I caught her stifling a yawn, I warred between concern and disappointment.

  I wanted inside her again.

  I wanted to fall asleep with my cock buried inside her.

  "Are you tired?" I asked as we waited for Xavier to fetch Amelia and Quentin's coats. They were the last to leave.

  My wife looked at me, a knowing spark of desire in her eyes. “Not that tired.”

  I held back my smile. “Good.

  Still, it seemed to take even longer than forever for her to say goodnight to Amelia. Finally, Quentin hauled Amelia away, and I tried to be patient as we got in the elevator.

  “You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”

  “I assumed so.” She grinned, a little smug.

  I would have chuckled if I wasn’t so fucking hard for her.

  Letting her walk in front of me toward the bedroom, I studied the sway of her beautiful, rounded arse and decided I wanted to take her that way first. I wanted to clutch the soft globes in my hands as I sank into her tight cunt. I could fuck her so deep like that.

  As soon as she walked in the bedroom, I hauled her back against my body to let her feel the steel want of my cock. She gasped first at the sudden movement and then at the way I crudely ground my erection into her. I listened to the sexy hitch of her breath as I roughly coasted my hand over the velvet covering her stomach to cup the heavy weight of one of her breasts in my hands. With the other, I lightly squeezed her neck. She shivered as I kneaded her breast and trailed kisses down her throat, teasing her skin with my tongue.

  She moaned.

  And I swear to God that was all it took.

  I let her go only to press one hand to her back, the other to her arse. “Bed. All fours.” I grunted as I used my body to push her onto the bed.

  “Griff,” she panted, looking over her shoulder.

  The split in the dress allowed me to grab the hem and shove it up to her waist, baring her beautiful arse to me. She’d discarded the knickers she’d been wearing earlier and replaced them with black lace that hardly qualified as underwear.

  Precum leaked from the tip of my cock as I massaged her silky smooth lace-covered arse.

  “Griff?” She bowed her head, her forehead to the mattress.

  "I need to fuck you," I explained hoarsely. "Let me fuck you, and then I'll make love to you all night."

  “Fuck me, make love to me,” she said breathlessly, “It’s all making love whenever it’s you.”

  My grip on her tightened. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” I could feel the smile in her voice. “It’s getting easier to say.”

  “Mmm.” I peeled the lace down her thighs and pressed a kiss to her arse. “It is.” I kissed her, tickling her with my tongue until she was squirming. And then I pressed my thumb into the exquisite tight hole I’d yet to conquer.

  “Griff,” she squeaked in surprise.

  I smiled smugly and pressed it in deeper.

  “Oh my God.” She squirmed.

  “Not tonight… but one night will you let me fuck you here? My cock is almost bursting with want of it, my love.”

  She gasped. “I’ve never…”

  I pulled my thumb out, and she gave a little mew of disappointment which made me smile. "We don't have to. I'd never make you do anything you didn't want to do."

  Scarlett glanced over her shoulders at me. Those stunning Tahitian eyes were hazy with lust. “We can try.”

  I kissed her arse again before I licked her pussy, and she bucked in reaction, groaning into the bed. Needing to taste her deeply I pushed my tongue into her cunt and began to fuck her with it. She tasted of musk and Scarlett.

  “Oh God, Griff,” she writhed and moaned as I held her arse in my hands and drove her crazy with my mouth. Just as I felt her nearing climax, I stopped and stood.

  I needed inside her.

  Unzipping my tux trousers, I pushed them to ankles and kicked out of them, along with underwear. My cock was harder than I could ever remember it being. It was so hard I was in fucking pain.

  Gripping it, I grunted as I lined it up with Scarlett's pussy.

  “Brace yourself, love,” I warned her as I gripped her arse in hand.

  Wet heat clasped the tip of my cock making my eyes roll into the back of my head. Fuck, nothing felt better. I pushed against her tight resistance.

  “Uhh,” she groaned, her fingers curling into the duvet.

  Satisfaction roared through me as she pushed back into my slow thrust.

  Sweat beaded on my forehead as I struggled to control that first glide. She was so tight.

  But slick.

  So fucking sleek for want of me.

  “Fuck me, Griff,” she begged, pushing into me. “Fuck me until I can’t breathe.”

  Whatever control I had left snapped.

  I started to fuck her, battering my cock in and out of the hot squeeze of my wife’s sweet pussy. My eyes fell on her left hand to her wedding rings and possessiveness roared through me until nothing mattered but claiming this woman.

  Suddenly she was crying in climax and jerking against me, her pussy rippling around my cock in wave after wave of tight suction. I clenched my teeth against the pull, refusing to come just yet.

  I wanted to come looking into her eyes.

  I pulled out and hauled her onto her back. She was flushed and panting and completely fucking pliable as I spread her legs and thrust back into her.

  “Ah!” Scarlett threw her head back in surprise, and my grip on her tightened. She was so swollen her cunt was resistant, and I wondered if I'd hurt her. I held myself still in her, my muscles straining as I fought to control my need. She was so slick and tight, snug and hot. I struggled to breathe as Scarlett flexed around me.

  "I'm okay." Her tits heaved as she attempted to catch her breath.

  “Pull your dress down,” I demanded. “I want to see your tits as I fuck you.”

  She sat up to pull her straps down and I sunk further into her, hitting her womb. “Jesus.” I groaned.

  Scarlett stared at me with heat in her eyes as she pulled the top of her dress down, freeing her generous, beautiful tits for my pleasure. I jerked my gaze from them to her eyes. That smoke in them. That need. She’d only ever looked at me liked that. I knew it.
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  And fuck but didn’t it make my cock swell inside her.

  “Scarlett, fuck,” I growled, control gone. I hauled her legs up, and she followed my lead and wrapped her long legs around my back. Holding her arse in my hands, I began to move. Scarlett panted with breathless excitement as I pounded into her. Her tits, arguably two of my favorite things about her body, trembled and shook with my thrusts. They were large, swelling over my hands when I held them, with tight, large sensitive nipples that begged to be sucked. I was going to do that tonight. Then I started thinking about everything we were going to do with each other. I wanted her to suck me, and when I was ready to blow, I wanted to cum all over her tits.

  I wanted to eat her pussy until she couldn’t take it anymore.

  I wanted to kiss all over her body and know I was the only man who had discovered every inch of it. Once I took her arse with my cock I’d own every part of her the way she owned every part of me.

  Close to blowing just thinking about it but needing her to come again, wanting to feel her explode around my cock once more, I reached for her pussy and pressed my thumb down on her clit.

  “Ahhh!” I watched her flushed face as she exploded even harder than before, her inner muscles tugging on my cock and the look on her face when she came was all it took. Eyes locked with hers, my muscles clenching, I let go of her hips to cup and squeeze her tits as my orgasm wrenched through me. I let out a guttural grunt as my balls drew up, my cock swelled to an incredible thickness around her rippling pussy, and I exploded.

  I was vaguely aware of yelling my wife’s name as my cum shot out of me in streams and streams of pleasure that took me into some fucking intense place of ecstasy I had never reached before.

  When I finally came out of the haze, I was draped over Scarlett, my lips pressed to her breast as I shuddered against her in post-climax.

  Sweat dripped down my back beneath the shirt and jacket I hadn’t yet taken off.

  Feeling wiped, I somehow managed to lift my head to look at Scarlett.

  She brushed her hand over my hair and smiled. “That was hot.”

  I burst out into dazed laughter.

  Hot.

  Fucking understatement.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Scarlett

  Christmas Eve

  The light streamed in through the patio doors, and I groaned, blinking against it. As sleep cleared from my brain, my eyes took in the view outside the door, and I smiled.

  The patio led right out onto the beach. White sands, palm trees, and beyond it an ocean Griff swore was the color of my eyes.

  Tetiaroa.

  A private island in the heart of French Polynesia. There were three exclusive villas on this part of the island, and ours was the only one in use over Christmas.

  Griff and I were alone on a private Tahitian island that Marlon Brando once owned enjoying our honeymoon. My husband had surprised me with the vacation a few days ago. A honeymoon and a celebration that Hale O'Connor was behind bars, his bail set so high, he wasn't getting out. His men were happy to leave him there and take over his casinos.

  I turned, the white Egyptian cotton sheets caressing my skin like silk, and my belly fluttered at the sight of Griff sprawled beside me. He looked younger in sleep. My eyes dropped to his lips that were surrounded by the bristle that scratched erotically against my skin when we made love. And those lips. That full lower lip.

  Yum.

  My gaze drifted down his torso. The wide shoulders. A body made strong from his early morning workouts. The sheet draped across his lower abdomen giving me an eyeful of that sexy ‘v' cut to his hips. Hair peeked out from the sheet, and I pushed it further down so I could look at his cock.

  Desire stirred in my blood.

  When we got back together ten days ago, we'd gone at each other like rabbits. It didn't matter if I had to stay locked up in the club until O'Connor was behind bars because Griff barely let me out of the bedroom.

  Then my period had come a mere two days later, halting our festivities.

  It sufficed to say that since arriving on the island in a small seaplane we'd taken from Tahiti, Griff had been all over me.

  And it was possible he was turning me into a sex addict.

  Or I was just making up for those long lonely weeks without him.

  I know he was.

  It shocked me that Griff would take a vacation. It had shocked everybody, but he said that life was different now and he had to start prioritizing what was important. I was his wife. I was his priority.

  And apparently, I needed a vacation.

  God, I loved him. I had no idea loving him this much would make me so hot for him all the time. Plus, bringing me to the most beautiful spot on the planet where we were waited on hand and foot by a small twenty-four service staff made me feel very thankful. And I liked sharing my gratitude in physical expression.

  My sex tingled with need, and I trailed my fingertips down my husband's rippled abdomen and down over his groin. I wrapped my hand around his thick, silky hot cock and looked at his face as I began to stroke. He stirred in his sleep as his cock swelled and hardened in my hand.

  I grew slick with want, pressing my thighs together as I tightened my grip on him and stroked harder, faster.

  A flush crested his upper cheeks and his lids fluttered as he moaned. Blinking against the light, his hot, sleepy gaze finally met mine.

  His hips lifted off the bed to meet my strokes. “Fuck.”

  "Mmm." I murmured, pressing my naked breasts against his chest as I leaned in to kiss him. He cupped the back of my neck and took control of the kiss. Then he rolled me over so quickly I lost my grip on his cock.

  He yanked the sheets out from between us as he kissed me in deep, drugging, wet kisses, and then he was inside me.

  "Oh God," I broke the kiss on a gasp of pleasure-pain. My fingertips bit into his ass he flexed and thrust inside me.

  Our gazes locked as he powered in and out of me, our breaths mingling, our eyes darkening as the bliss built in both of us. Considering how much sex we'd had it surprised me how little time it took for us to come.

  My climax hit first, and the rippling tightness of my pussy tugged Griff's out of him soon after.

  He rested his face in my neck, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, caressing his back which was now damp with sweat.

  I felt his tongue on my skin, and my pussy tightened around him, making him grunt with satisfaction.

  Griff lifted his head and kissed me softly. Our eyes locked and his lips curled at the corners. "That was a very nice wake-up call.”

  I grinned. “You make me insatiable.”

  "Good." He kissed me again, slow, languorous. We kissed so long, so sweetly, that he eventually grew hard while he was still inside me. Griff's glided in and out of my pussy in easy, gentle drags. It was slower to build but when the orgasm came, it was longer, harder and it made Griff swell to unbearable thickness inside of me. His cum flooded out of him in an intense shuddering stream.

  When he pulled out, cum coated the inside of my thighs.

  Griff glanced down, seeing it and gratification darkened his gaze.

  This man was so possessive, so much a caveman in bed, but I had to admit I loved it. I fought against it when it transpired into our everyday lives, but I luxuriated in it in the bedroom. What can I say? I was complicated.

  As my husband got out of bed, he grabbed my hand, pulling me up with him. “We need to shower.”

  I hummed under my breath. I liked showering with Griff. He cleaned every inch of my body with a gentle, loving thoroughness that I savored.

  Marriage to him had a rocky start. We were uncertain, passionate, and volatile. And then our marriage had deteriorated with agony and heartbreak. Now that we'd finally been honest with each other it was easy, exciting, passionate and yes still volatile sometimes. We both had fiery natures. We clashed. But we loved the impact. And at the end of the day, we loved each other. No one could explain what connected two
people. And I couldn't explain what connected us. I just knew that we were.

  We were in each other's blood, and I intended for us to stay that way.

  ◆◆◆

  The villa had a large private pool built up over the beach. Palm trees swayed in a gentle breeze as I laid on a lounger by the pool, sunglasses on, while the sun turned my newly-freckled skin a light bronze.

  For the third time since Griff and I had ventured out to the pool after breakfast, I heard his lounger creak with movement and a soft exhalation expelled from him.

  I knew he was trying not to sound agitated.

  A smirk curved my lips.

  My poor guy.

  He did not vacation well.

  I turned my head on the lounger to look at him while he laid there. He had his own sunglasses on, his naturally tan skin was deepening in color, and his hands were joined together on his muscled stomach.

  Feeling my gaze, he turned his head toward me. "What?"

  I grinned at him. "Could you be any more bored?"

  “I’m not.”

  I chuckled. “You so are.”

  “I’m on vacation with my wife.” He looked back up at the sky. “This is what that looks like.”

  Giggling, I rolled off my lounger and crawled over him until I was straddling him.

  “Hmm, this is better,” he murmured, cupping my bikinied ass in his hands.

  I pushed my sunglasses up into my hair and then pushed his sunglasses into his hair. Caressing his bristled cheeks, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. "You know I don't expect you to change. I don't want you to."

  His grip on me tightened. “What does that mean?”

  “It means that my husband, who spends all day, every day, running around from one task to the next, has valiantly fully vacationed with his wife for two whole days.”

  Griff scowled. “I—”

  "But lying here by the pool doing nothing must be driving you insane." I laughed and kissed him again so he'd know I didn't mind. "Why don’t you go inside, answer emails, take some calls, check that all is right in the empire of Griffin Mandeville while I read a book for a couple of hours. Then we'll do lunch, and we'll take that bike ride around the island we've been talking about."