by Marian Tee
This was really happening. Christian Ravenhearst was about to become her lover. Her only lover.
“I am pissed.” Christian placed one knee on the bed.
“W-why?”
“Because I want you so bad, I don’t fucking know if I can control myself—-”
And finally – finally – their naked bodies touched, both of them knowing that this time it was different.
This time, they would really be lovers to the end.
Mind blown, Jane thought dazedly as her aching body arched involuntarily.
And then there was no time to think.
Ravishment was the only word to describe the way Christian kissed her, touched her – and she loved it. The way his tongue penetrated her mouth, the way his fingers pulled on her nipples, the way his cock rubbed almost tauntingly against the slick folds of her pussy.
And he did it all without letting Jane have a single second to compose herself, ignoring her cries for him to stop like he knew that what she was really begging him to do was the opposite.
Ravish me more. Drive me crazy. Kill me with your passion.
And he did.
Oh, he did.
When Christian poised himself between her legs, she was more than ready, writhing and moaning under him, her nails digging into the sculpted panes of his back.
“Christian—-”
His cock slowly sheathed itself inside her pussy, inch by inch.
“Oh God, Christian...”
Deeper and deeper, piercing her body, possessing her soul.
“Christian—-”
And then he was all the way in, and Jane gasped as his cock drove past the barrier of her virginity.
Their hoarse breathing filled the room.
It was done.
She was his.
“Jane.” Christian’s azure eyes captured hers. “Are you okay?”
She could only nod, unable to speak just yet. The feel of his cock throbbing inside of her, rubbing against the walls of her pussy, was strange but compelling.
It was making her feel things.
It was making her do things.
Her clouded eyes searched Christian’s in a mute plea to make her understand just what she was supposed to do, and a rough growl escaped him.
He started to move, and she gasped as those things gradually became clear.
The pleasure began to build, and her legs snaked around his waist. He withdrew and plunged deeper into her, and Jane moaned.
“Yes,” Christian rasped.
And he began to move just a little bit deeper, just a little bit faster and harder with every stroke, until Jane couldn’t help meeting every thrust.
“Yes. That’s it, pet.” Christian’s voice was strained, his jaw clamped.
The thrusts kept coming, pounding into her, and she couldn’t stop moaning, rubbing her breasts against his chest, feeling like there should be more, but it was just out of reach.
Their bodies began to rock against each other, and the bed began to thud against the wall, the heavy sound underlining their panting.
“Christian. Oh God, Christian—-” She was going to break. She wanted to break. She needed to break.
But how?
And as if he heard her silent, desperate plea, Christian’s mouth closed over her nipple while his hands went under her ass.
He bit her nipple hard just as he ground his cock down into her, his hands squeezing her ass hard as he pushed her up to meet his thrust.
She screamed.
He bit her nipple harder, ground his cock harder.
“Oh God, Christian!” Her fists pounded his back.
And still he didn’t let up, shoving his cock relentlessly into her while lashing her nipple with his tongue—-
And she finally broke.
Jane’s eyes rolled back as she came. She couldn’t even scream, her orgasm so raw and deep it had her body shuddering so hard until she felt she was boneless. Over her, she heard Christian groan, and then his own cum poured into her in a hot, spurting stream.
“Christian.” His name came out a shocked whimper as his cum continued to fill her. She hadn’t expected to feel so stuffed, and she whimpered anew when she felt excess cum trickle down her thigh.
Her eyes drifted closed.
Mind blown.
And over her, she heard Christian ask in a velvety voice, “Ready for Round 2?”
Her eyes flew open. “Nooooooo.”
His sexy laugh sent shivers down her spine, literally.
“Yes. It’s a fucking yes, pet.” And Christian started moving again.
Chapter Nine
Halloween
Middle Road, Citrus County
Jane started hyperventilating as she heard the engine of Christian’s BMW switch off. Across the street was the nice, cozy home she lived in, and where her parents and younger sister lived.
She glanced at Christian. He looked properly British with his tweed jacket, V-necked shirt, and gray pants. She looked down at herself. At least I’m wearing a dress, Jane thought. Granted, it had seen as many seasons as CSI had, but still.
“Are you nervous?”
“For the fifth time, no,” Jane said irritably, “and if you ask me another time I swear I’m going to ask you to add a romantic angle to H for my birthday gift and you will never hear the end of it to say yes.”
Christian shuddered, and Jane almost smiled. Maybe if she weren’t too nervous, she would have. It always struck her as funny how revolted Christian seemed whenever some well-meaning soul suggested he make H more romantic.
Another full minute passed, and Christian said with a sigh, “You’re going to make yourself sick, worrying over nothing like this.” He reached for her hand and grunted. “You’re cold.”
“I can’t help it,” she mumbled. She had never brought home a boy before, and now she was, and it had to be Christian Ravenhearst, and they were already engaged!
“Stop being paranoid,” Christian censured. Cupping her chin, he made Jane turn his way, saying reassuringly, “Nothing bad can or will happen.”
“You don’t know that.”
“What exactly are you worried about?”
“That you guys won’t get along?”
“I know I’m a god, but I can do ordinary—-” Jane started choking, and Christian laughed.
“So unbelievably cocky—-”
“You did say you wanted us to be ourselves,” Christian deadpanned.
“Actually, I said I wanted to be myself. You, I’d rather pretend—-”
“You like me being cocky,” Christian said dismissively.
Jane gaped. “No, I do not.”
“Yes. You do. Because if I’m not cocky, then I wouldn’t be able to do this—-” And just like that, he calmly reached under her skirt and started stroking her pussy.
“No, stop!” She tried pushing his hand away, but it only succeeded in making his fingers slip more easily under her panties.
Her folds started to moist, and two fingers thrust inside of her.
“Oh God.” Her legs started to part open.
“Do you want me to stop?” Christian purred.
“I...I...” she forgot what she had to say when she saw him unbuckle his pants with his free hand.
His fingers thrust harder into her as he pulled his cock out, and she gasped, her body shuddering.
“Well, pet? Do you want me to stop?”
“I...”
But he was already reaching for her, and then he was lowering Jane on him, and she shuddered anew as he impaled her with his engorged cock.
Her knees slid into his seat, and she automatically adjusted herself over him.
“Do we stop?”
But she was already riding him. “Oh my God.” She couldn’t help it. “ Oh my God. Let’s not stop.”
And so they didn’t stop, causing Jane and Christian to arrive rather late even though the car had been parked outside the Coopers’ home for some time.
Jane awkwardly intr
oduced Christian to her parents and sister.
“Call me Mike,” her dad said.
“Hetty would do for me,” her mom said as she planted a kiss on Christian’s cheek.
“I’m Emma,” Jane’s teenager sister piped in. “And did you guys hear about the earthquake?”
Christian and Jane glanced at each other in surprise. An earthquake?
“I was looking outside the window earlier,” Emma said innocently, “and there was this rather gorgeous BMW parked out front. It was rocking really bad.”
Jane could feel her cheeks burning.
“It must have been a 6.0 or something.”
Christian coughed.
“Excuse me,” Mike said, “while I go get my shotgun.”
“Dad,” Jane wailed. “Nothing happened!”
Hetty raised a brow at her eldest daughter. “I don’t recall raising a liar for a daughter.”
“Mom!”
Her entire family laughed.
“Christian is—-”
“50 Shades,” the whole family suddenly exclaimed.
And it was Jane’s turn to laugh, realizing belatedly that 50 Shades had been something they had watched together on a whim, and it had been both the most awful and hilarious experience, with parents and daughters together while Christian Grey started having sex with a strung-up Anastasia Steele.
Christian made an effort to smile as four Coopers started looking at him with great interest. “You can all call me Chris—-”
The four shook their heads simultaneously.
“Christian,” Hetty said firmly, and her husband nodded in agreement.
Emma was grinning. “Imagine that. I have a Christian for a future brother-in-law.”
Christian winced at the emphasis.
Jane patted his arm, saying laughingly, “Just give it up.”
The whole family moved into the dining room, where it appeared the Coopers were still in the middle of dinner preparation. Christian was amused as everyone automatically moved into what seemed like their respective stations: Mike by the oven, Hetty bending over the stove to check on her stew, and Emma reaching for the knife as she resumed chopping onions.
“I’ll set the table up,” Jane volunteered at the same time and led Christian out of the kitchen.
As soon as the door swung shut behind them, Christian hauled her close and pressed a soft kiss on her lips.
She looked up at him, startled. “What was that for?”
“I like your family,” Christian said. “And I’m glad I do.”
She grinned. “So you were worried, too.”
Christian grunted.
Jane surprised him with a sudden hug, her arms going around his waist. It was rare for her to initiate contact, and he looked down at her, startled and slightly concerned. “What is it, pet?”
Her voice muffled against his chest, she whispered feelingly, “I’m really glad you like them, too.” And it was true. They had been together for a month now, and she had seen for herself that Christian hadn’t lied to her about the way he treated most people with either indifference or contempt.
When dealing with the former, he was rather brusque, almost cruelly so, and when dealing with the latter, he could be downright scathing.
And yet he liked her, Jane thought, and her family. It was a fact that she was still struggling to accept.
Christian’s phone started to ring, and Jane readily disengaged herself from him. “Go ahead,” she said with a smile. “I can set up on my own.”
“I’ll be with you as soon as I can.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve heard that before.” And usually, ‘as soon as you can’ meant Christian leaving the bed in the middle of the night and coming back to her side in the morning.
Jane started with the place mats first, and to her surprise, she had just started distributing dinner plates when Christian emerged from the outside. Fifteen minutes for a call? That was definitely a record maker.
But then she caught the look on his face, and his next words, spoken rather stiffly, confirmed what she already knew.
“I have to go.”
“Awkward,” Emma said.
Christian grimaced, and Jane tried to swallow back a laugh. She took hold of his hand, saying, “Excuse us, please.”
“But we want to eavesdrop,” Hetty protested.
“Ignore them,” Jane advised Christian, who by now had become stiff as a board. When they reached the front door and she was about to reach for the knob, Christian’s hand suddenly covered hers, halting its movement.
“Are you angry?” he asked tautly.
She slowly turned to look at him. “What do you think?”
Christian jerked. “I think...” His breathing came out in a painful sigh. “I think I have the better end of the bargain, but I’m too selfish to let you go.”
Jane bit her lip. “I hate it when you suddenly act sweet.” And then she couldn’t help it. Throwing herself at him, her arms going around his neck, she whispered, “I’m going to miss you.”
She felt another powerful sigh rack his chest.
“Same here, pet.” His lips pressed to the top of her head, and he muttered against her hair, “I hate it when you suddenly act sweet, and I don’t deserve it.”
She laughed against his chest.
“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m leaving?”
“Well...” She lifted her head. “It’s just occurred to me that there was a scene just like this in Bridget Jones’ Diary.”
“I know what you’re talking about, pet.” Christian smirked. “And you really have a good imagination. I should hire you as my writer for my adult game.”
Jane’s eyes shone. “Because I’m letting you off so nicely, will you finally tell me what game that is?”
He chuckled. “Deal.” He cupped her face, kissing her hard. “And thank you.”
Twenty minutes later, she returned to the dining room, hair a little mussed, lips a little swollen, and the rest of her suffering from a little sexual tingle, thanks to Christian Ravenhearst’s rather excellent quickie skills.
“Let me guess,” Emma said dryly, taking one look at her older sister. “There was an earthquake again.”
“Shut up.” But the words were spoken without heat. As Jane started placing forks and knives on the table, she could feel everyone’s gazes still on her. Without looking up, she asked, “What?”
“Does he have a red room?”
And since the question came from Mike—-
The three women of the Cooper family burst into laughter.
“Oh my God, Dad. Really?”
“What?” Mike was defensive. “I was asking for my daughter’s sake.”
“Or you could ask for his advice,” Hetty suggested primly, “so you can build your own one.”
Jane and Emma started to puke. “Yuck.”
Dinner was a quick and lively affair, with everyone tacitly agreeing not to talk about Christian. By six-thirty, they were already out at the porch. It was a long-standing Cooper tradition for everyone to give out candy to trick-or-treaters – but only after scaring them with a ghost story or two.
When she made it to bed, Jane was telling herself feverishly, Don’t text him. Don’t text him. DO NOT—-
But she did.
Jane: Christian?
Jane: Baby?
Jane: Anyone there?
Chapter Ten
Christian Ravenhearst’s grip on the steering wheel remained throughout his drive back to Miami. His conscience, dormant for most of his life, was now giving him hell. He had never lied about his work, and yet he had found himself doing exactly that, using it as an excuse to bail on Jane, the one woman who didn’t deserve it.
Fuck.
Half of him wanted to just turn the car around, go on his knees and say sorry for lying, and hope that Jane would take him back without any questions.
The other half of him, however, knew that he had already made his bed and the only thing he could do was
lie on it. He had lied. To the only woman who hadn’t ever given him hell about his “third party,” the same woman he had committed to marry.
Fuck.
A heavy traffic jam crept up, trapping Christian in the middle of the highway, and he stared sightlessly outside his window, blind to all the red lights blazing out of the vehicles queuing on the other lanes. He glanced at the passenger seat beside him, and its empty space mirrored the hollowness inside of him.
It was a direct contrast to how he had felt earlier, when he was with Jane and her family. Then, everything had felt right, too much so—-
And it had disturbed the hell out of him.
All his life, Christian had found it easy to keep most people at arm’s length, having learned early on that most people were bound to disappoint him. He only trusted a small handful to get close to him, and all of them were people he had known for years.
Or at least it was so until Jane Cooper.
The first time he had met her, he hadn’t thought to question this. The way she could unfailingly make him laugh had enamored him, her candidness he found refreshing, and the way their sexual chemistry was off the charts something Christian had hungrily desired to explore. Everything about her had become an obsession, one that only got stronger every day. And fool that he was, none of this had bothered to him. It hadn’t even occurred to Christian to consider it a problem. Why should it? He had hit the jackpot, finding a woman who made him laugh, turned him on like no other woman could, and understood his passion for his work.
What the fuck could go wrong?
Everything, as it turned out.
While Christian was at Jane’s place, he had received a call from the head of his encryption team, telling him about a small security breach resulting from the latest update to H. And since final approval of every update was his job, Christian knew the blame lay squarely at his door.
“But we’re already working on the fix, sir,” Ray hastened to assure him. “I only called to report because of protocol.”
“You did the right thing. I’ll hit the road in a couple and be back as soon as I can.”
Ray released an audible gulp. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t think this would cause you to cut your holiday short. Nothing’s really wrong.”