Marriage of Convenience: The Raven Brothers - Book 1

by Kaylee, Katy

  And with that, no further words were said, except for a few “fuck yeah” and one “I’m gonna come,” from Chase. I rode him, faster and faster, chasing my own pleasure, heightened by watching him as he reached for his.

  “Yes, baby, right there.” His thumb stroked over my clit, and that was it. I was soaring with bliss, my entire body going taut as pleasure flooded me. Chase bucked up, and I felt his essence fill me.

  “I love you, Chase,” I said, kissing him hard, wanting him to know for sure how much he meant to me.

  “I love you, baby. Fuck do I love you.”

  I’d just buttoned the final button on my shirt, when Chase’s father knocked and opened the door. Chase zipped up his pants, and his father’s brow rose.

  “Am I interrupting?”

  “Not anymore,” Chase said.

  My cheeks heated. “I can leave you two to meet.”

  “No,” Chase said, taking my hand. “Let’s tell him. Let’s tell them all.”

  I grinned. “Okay.”

  “Tell me what?” My father-in-law frowned.

  Chase called Alex on the phone and asked her to get his brother’s there. Fortunately, none of them had left the building, and within a few minutes all the Raven men were in Chase’s office. It was always way too much testosterone for me, but I stood by Chase with his arm around me.

  “You summoned?” Kade said, looking annoyed.

  “I did. I have something you all need to know.”

  “You know you’re not king yet?” Kade said.

  “You know you’re still a spoiled brat, right?” Hunter said to him.

  “Boys, let your brother speak,” Cam said.

  Chase grinned at me. “Why don’t you tell them.”

  I swallowed as joy bubbled up and threatened to make me blubber again.

  “Tell us what?” Kade said with an annoyed tone.

  “I hope our sons are better mannered than him,” Chase whispered in my ear.

  I laughed and then looked at Chase’s brothers and father. My family. “Chase and I are having a baby.”

  All the annoyed expressions morphed immediately into cheers.

  Cam was the first to reach me and hug me. “Ah my sweet girl. You’ve given me such joy.” He kissed my temple.

  Ash was next, giving me a hug. “I still don’t know why you let this big galoot touch you, but I’m very happy for you.” He turned to Chase, giving him a hug too. “I’m happy for you both.” I noted a tinge of sadness in his voice. Chase told me that he thought Ash had loved and lost and I wondered if he was thinking about what might have been.

  Hunter wrapped me up in one of his protective bear hugs and then shook Chase’s hand and gave him a slap on the back. “Congratulations to you both. You deserve happiness.”

  Kade hugged me last, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Congratulations, Sara. I know you’ll be a great mother. I’m sure you’ll be able to overcome whatever impact this asshole will have on your child.”

  “I can’t wait until a woman brings you to your knees,” I said.

  He frowned. “Hey, be nice.”

  “Celebration at Kade’s tonight,” Chase said.

  “I’m not prepared to close down tonight.”

  “Then in the private space.” Chase said. “I’ll cover all costs.”

  “I’m charging you double,” Kade said.

  Ten minutes later, Chase and I were alone again.

  “You’ve brought a lot of joy to my family,” Chase said pulling me into his arms.

  “They’ve brought a lot of joy to me too.” I rested my head against his chest, loving the way it made me feel safe and loved. Like I was home. “I just wish your brothers could have their own happiness.”

  “My father does too, but they’re all even more hard headed than I am.”

  “Do you think they’re a lost cause?” I asked.

  “I think it would take an amazing woman to change them, and since I have the one amazing woman, they’re out of luck.”

  I lifted my head and looked up at him. “You’re amazing too.”

  He grinned. “You inspire me.” He cupped my face in his palms. “You showed me love, Sara. I regret so many things about how we started and how I treated you, but I promise, I’m going to dedicate my life to make you and our child—”

  “Children.”

  His smile grew wider. “Children. I’m going to spend every day making you and our children happy.”

  “Don’t you know, Chase? You already do.”

  ***The End***

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  An Innocent Halloween (Excerpt)

  DESCRIPTION

  It’s just one Halloween night.

  Seriously, what could go wrong?

  Turns out, everything….

  Alex Connors, the most eligible bachelor in the town.

  And me?

  An inexperienced doctor who has no time for filthy, forbidden relationships.

  But Alex seems…well…let’s say…different.

  Com’on, this is not a good idea. Period.

  You wanna know why?

  1: You don’t fraternize with your patient’s dad.

  2: He’s hot, strong, dominant, older.

  3: Turns out he’s my dad’s best friend.

  Sh!t. This billionaire is going to be the end of me.

  His strong arms wrap around my waist and melt my insides.

  I can’t let that happen!

  God…help a girl. Pleeeease.

  Every reckless action has a consequence.

  And mine is growing in my belly, waiting to be exposed to the world.

  PROLOGUE: CLAIRE

  I was breaking just about every rule right now, and I didn’t care.

  My entire life I had been struggling to get people—well, men, to be honest—to take me seriously and to stop making naughty nurse jokes, and yet here I was, wearing a naughty nurse outfit I’d gotten from a Halloween costume store (a very nice outfit from a very nice store, I was not settling for cheap synthetics) with the short skirt and too-tight top and everything. And I didn’t care.

  Because I was currently straddling the lap and in the arms of the man I’d been dreaming about, lusting after, touching myself while thinking about for the last month.

  I had dedicated an embarrassing amount of orgasms to that man. And the whole time I’d been wondering if he could possibly, really want me too. If I was just delusional and kidding myself.

  Of course there were so many reasons why I shouldn’t have wanted him in the first place. So many reasons why I should’ve walked away, even now. But oh, God, I couldn’t do it, not for anything. Not when he was kissing me, his tongue teasing me, darting in and out of my mouth, just past the seam of my lips and promising me so much more. His hands were sliding up my hips, my back, around my sides, his thumbs skimming the underside of my breasts. I was so wet I could feel myself dripping with it, and I couldn’t stop squirming on his lap, feeling his hard cock pressing firmly up against my soaked underwear, my aching clit.

  “Please,” I couldn’t stop whimpering. I wanted him to touch me so badly, to fuck me properly, I could hardly see straight. “Oh—oh, please, please…”

  Earlier tonight, he told me a secret. It was Halloween, and we were all wearing masks, all dressed up as someone else, and something about that was making everyone bold. It made him bold enough to share his truth with me.

  What he didn’t know was that I had a secret as well. />
  I was a virgin.

  I hadn’t planned for it to be like that. I hadn’t sat around going, none of these men are good enough for me. I hadn’t thought that I was going to save myself for marriage or my one true love or anything. But I had been so focused on my career, I’d led such a solitary life, I hadn’t even gone on a proper date with someone since my undergrad. Medical school had been a nightmare of work, even more so as a woman.

  Between one thing and another, between wanting to be perfect, to be the best, in my chosen field, I had just… sort of let relationships fall to the wayside. It had been hard enough to maintain friendships, let alone find someone to date. Adding sex into the mix of things always made everything that much more complicated, made it all so much more intense, and I definitely did not need that.

  Now, here I was, never been intimate with a man before, about to go all the way, and with the hottest man I had ever known.

  When I’d thought about losing my virginity I’d been a bit scared at times. Worried I wouldn’t be good enough, that I’d disappoint my partner. Worried that we’d do it wrong and it would hurt, or that I’d be laughed at for it being my first time. Worried that my insecurities would ruin everything. But now that the time had come I had no doubts whatsoever. I trusted this man. I knew that it was going to be amazing, that he would take care of me.

  We kissed again, feverishly, deeper than before. I was practically grinding against his cock, mindless, chasing my own pleasure. I should’ve been stopping this. And not because of my sexual history (or lack of one).

  This man—this man was the last person I should’ve been sleeping with. He was completely forbidden. If anyone found out about what we were doing, I would lose my job, the position I had worked so damn hard to achieve, all of my time and effort down the toilet. Right now, though, none of that really seemed to matter.

  Who would find out, anyway? We were smart, we were careful.

  And all that I could think about, all that I could focus on, was how much I needed him to fuck me. Nothing else mattered. Not in that moment. I knew what I wanted, and it was him.

  He pulled away, brushing my hair gently from my cheek, and that soft, caring movement nearly undid me. That was why I was so comfortable with him. That was why I trusted him with this and honestly, why I was so damn turned on by him. He wasn’t just sexy, he was caring and thoughtful and gentle.

  I stared into his eyes, eyes that no mask could hide—he’d decided to dress up as Zorro, which if you asked me was one of the sexiest possible options he could’ve gone with—warm honey hazel eyes that had captivated me from our first meeting, and then I felt this wave of emotion sweep over me.

  Despite all of my attempts to resist my desire for him, despite my walls and my solitary life, this man had broken through. I had never felt this way about anyone, had never even wanted to feel this way about anyone.

  But now I knew what I had been missing all of this time.

  I knew why people were so into romance, why they craved this kind of relationship, this connection with another person.

  Now that I had it, I never wanted to lose it.

  I never wanted to lose him. Alex.

  Alex reached behind himself and undid his cape, and it hit me like a bolt of lightning that this was happening—was really going to happen. I felt a renewed surge of impatient desire and energy, desire thrumming through me like the beating of drums. I wanted to give Alex the best night of his life, to make it so that he never even thought about anyone other than me. I wanted him to want me, and only me, for the rest of his life. This felt like a turning point for me, like I was crossing the Rubicon. That after this, I wouldn’t just be myself, I would be a we, an us, a part of something bigger with this man.

  I playfully pushed at Alex’s chest, keeping him sitting as I stood up. I wanted him to desire me, to be driven as insane with want by me as I was by him. I raised my leg and drew my hand up my thighs, slowly, teasingly drawing my fishnet stocking down my leg.

  His eyes got steadily darker as he watched me discard first one thigh-high, then the other, leaving my legs bare. He tracked my every movement with his gaze, and I could almost feel his touch, the fire of his eyes as they burned, watching me as I swayed and slid my hands over my body.

  I had never really thought of myself as the kind of person who put on a show. I was fairly confident in how I looked. I had curves, and I’d been complimented on my auburn hair plenty of times, enough to make me feel it was one of my best features. But it was one thing to simply think that I looked good and another thing completely to show myself off. I’d normally be embarrassed, feeling like this wasn’t how it should go, that I was making an idiot of myself.

  But Alex was looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole. Like it was taking everything in him not to grab me and fuck me senseless. It made me feel powerful. It made me feel like I was in control, like I could do anything.

  I moved my hands around to my back and slowly slid the zipper of my outfit down. The fabric peeled off of me, revealing the lacy, daring underwear I had worn for the occasion. I had a push-up bra and a thong on, both of them dark red lace, see-through in some parts. I could feel a fresh rush of slick sliding down my thighs as I watched Alex watching me, as I took in his flushed skin, his hands clenching on the arms of the chair he was sitting in. I felt incredibly sexy, incredibly powerful.

  Teasing him a bit more did sound like a fun idea. I was tempted to touch myself, to pinch my nipples, play with my breasts, to rub at my clit through my wet, clinging underwear… but I was far too impatient for him. Perhaps another time, when I was driven less to distraction.

  Although I suspected that Alex would always find a way to drive me crazy.

  I straddled him again, kissing him deeply, our tongues sliding together as he claimed my mouth again. Alex’s hands were on me at once, sliding up my body, grabbing my breasts and making me squeak in surprise and pleasure before moving his hands down, skimming my stomach, toying with the hem of my underwear. He was so hard and thick between my legs, and I already felt so close, I knew that if he let me I could just grind against him until I came. I felt desperate, needy, like my skin was too small, my body too hot to handle it all.

  Alex’s hands moved around to grab my ass, squeezing, and before I could even register anything other than pleasure as he guided my movements, sparks going off between my legs as I rubbed up just right against his cock—he stood, carrying me.

  I yelped in surprise, laughing a little, wrapping my legs and arms around him. “Don’t worry,” Alex rumbled, a playful tone in his voice. “I won’t drop you.”

  “I didn’t think you would,” I assured him.

  He carried me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed, which was equal parts fun and hot. He was so damn strong, he could move me around just like it was nothing, and it made me want him that much more. I wanted him to manhandle me a bit, to get me exactly where he wanted me and then fuck me hard and rough.

  Alex pulled off his costume as I watched, which was hot enough, but as he reached up to take off the mask, I shook my head. “No, wait.”

  He looked at me expectantly, a smirk tugging up the corner of his mouth.

  “Leave it,” I whispered.

  There was something unbearably sexy about the idea of him still wearing that mask, like he was the mysterious stranger who swept me off my feet for a night of wild passion, who ravished me and drove me to heights of ecstasy I’d never known before, and then vanished into the night, leaving me with nothing but the memory of the pleasure he’d given me.

  Romantic, I knew, perhaps overly so, but I had never had anything like this. I was making up for lost time. And who cared? Alex? No. He was smiling down at me like he enjoyed the idea of leaving the mask on, and then before I could even offer up any explanation he was crawling across the bed towards me, his firm, muscled body on glorious display. He moved like a tiger, seconds from pouncing, making my blood sing with anticipation.

  Alex gra
bbed my legs and then yanked me down the bed to him and I squeaked again in surprise, right before he fastened his mouth on my breast through the lace of my bra. My hands flew into his hair and I arched, gasping. Oh, God, it felt so good, his tongue and teeth working me, flicking, circling, biting down just enough to make me shiver. “A-Alex,” I gasped out, jerking and rubbing up against him, feeling like a cat in heat. “Oh, please, please—”

  “Mmm, please what?” he asked, pulling away and undoing my bra. He tossed it to the side, then did the same with my thong, yanking it down and throwing it somewhere. Now my glistening, soaking pussy was on display for him, showing him just how much I wanted him—no, needed him—but I didn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed. I wanted him to see how much I desired him.

  “Please—please fuck me,” I managed. I had never asked someone that, I had never been in a position to, and I hadn’t wanted to, either. Why would I? No man had shown me such care and attention, such respect, such interest. I had never felt like I could trust a man, or maintain my interest in him long enough, to get to this point.

  Not until Alex. And here I was, wanting him so badly that I could barely even articulate it.

  “Well, you did ask so very nicely,” Alex mused. “But I think… first…”

  He bent his head down, his hands on my thighs, and kissed down my stomach. It took me a moment to realize where he was headed, what he was intending, and I nearly sobbed in desire. I had read plenty of stories, I knew what this was, but I’d never gotten farther than some basic making out. Now, though, it was actually happening to me.

  Alex kissed down my thighs, slow, sucking kisses with just a hint of teeth that left me gasping and breathless. Then he moved back up, back to where I was slick and aching, and finally, finally put his mouth on me.

  My hands in his hair tightened as he curled his tongue through my folds, licking up my slick like it was ice cream, carefully avoiding my clit. I pushed up into his mouth, wanting more, needing him to touch me right at my clit, needing to come. I was so close to orgasm I could taste it in the back of my throat and the man was teasing me, that was what it had to be, he was teasing me and very rudely so I might add.