Enlighten (Thornhill Trilogy Book 2)

by J. J. Sorel

  When we were on our own, I said, “What the fuck were you thinking?”

  Realizing that she’d been caught, Tabitha looked down at her feet. “You didn’t see us?”

  I nodded sharply. “I did.”

  “Oh, come on, Clary. I’m drunk. And when he rubbed himself against me with that big, hard erection, I went to jelly. He’s so fucking sexy.”

  “Tabitha, that’s my future father-in-law.”

  “So?”

  “He’s got a partner. And need I remind you that you have Evan? Who will break you in two if he finds out?”

  “He won’t. The only person who knows is you. And I’m sure you’re not going to tell anyone.”

  “Fuck, Tabs. You’re rotten. I don’t even feel like talking to you. I’m seriously pissed.”

  “It wasn’t completely my fault. His hand crept into my panties, and as he started to play with me, I just lost control. I’m a sex addict, Clary. I know I’ve got a problem. I’ll make it up to you.” She grasped my arm. Petitioning me, her big green eyes were supplicating pools.

  “There’s only one way, and that is not to go near him again.”

  She licked her finger and held it in the air. “I promise. I promise.”

  “Let’s go back in and act as if nothing happened, then,” I said, weighed down by this latest scandal. Not so much, Tabi, because I knew how weak she was around sexy older men, married or not. But it was Grant’s involvement that made my head hum with discord. Was infidelity genetic?

  Aidan’s head moved to and fro. He was looking for me. I hoped he hadn’t observed me with Tabitha.

  “Hey, baby. What’s happening?”

  “Nothing,” I said, summoning meek acting skills.

  His brow lowered as he mined deeply into my eyes. “Something’s happened, Clarissa.” He brushed my hot cheek. “By night’s end, you’ll tell me.” He put his arm around me. “For now, let’s go in and have some cake. And try to smile. Because a moment ago, it looked as if the sky had fallen.”

  Shit. Why did I have one of those faces that gave the game away? Luckily, I hadn’t decided on a career playing poker.

  As we stepped back into the party, I passed Grant. He smiled, and I returned a quivery half smile.

  We were back at our table with Tabitha at my side. Evan was all over her like a rash. She giggled away as if nothing had happened.

  Once again, Tabitha’s impetuosity played havoc with my principles. She sought drama. A slideshow went through my head of all the married men she’d been entangled with.

  We’d discussed it over and over, this unhealthy chink in her personality. I put it down to the fact that her father had died when she was young.

  Considering Tabitha’s moral center, especially when drinking, had a tendency to lean downwards when it came to sex, I wondered if I should punish her. Or preach to her. Or just hate her. The latter, I couldn’t do. She was like a sister. And when it all came down to it, she would give me her last dime.

  I recalled how, when I was unemployed, she had shared everything with me. Tabitha was generous to a fault. And the times I was unwell and she mothered me back to health.

  I couldn’t turn my back on Tabitha just because she was a sex addict.

  Aidan, meanwhile, kept stealing little glances at me that I met with a meek, sweet smile.

  His strong shoulder rubbing against mine, he whispered, “I can’t stop thinking about your tasty little naked pussy.”

  Instead of my standard giggle in response to Aidan’s smutty murmurings, my facial muscles stiffened. I found myself questioning whether the Thornhill men were all sex addicts.

  “What’s happened, Clarissa? I can read something going on in that pretty head of yours.”

  My face cracked into a smile. “Nothing, Aidan.” With my lips lingering in his ear, I whispered, “And yes, my pussy is very hungry.”

  His frown smoothed as a sultry grin claimed his face.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  After we’d saluted the last guest, I fell against Aidan. I was so exhausted. Talk about roller-coaster emotions—from the dizzying heights of utopia to crawling in a grimy gutter.

  When we arrived back at our room, I kicked off my shoes and fell onto the bed.

  Aidan removed his dinner jacket and unbuttoned his silk shirt. That did it. My tightened veins were suddenly deluged by a flow of blood heat.

  Delectably bare chested, Aidan went to the fridge and brought out two bottles of Evian. He poured one into a long glass and passed it to me.

  As he downed the little bottle in one go, I could see Aidan had worked hard. Playing music was physically demanding.

  The bulging sinews of his naked arms made me hunger for him. I’d forgotten about the sordid business of Grant and Tabitha.

  “Before I make love to you slowly, one little bit at a time…” His fingers crept up my arm and ended on my chest, making my nipples spike. “My beautiful, sexy, wife-to-be, you’re going to tell me what went on in there earlier.”

  Hell.

  I was stuck somewhere seriously uncomfortable. He would hate Tabitha. His father, he’d forgive, because that was his dad. But Tabitha, girlfriend to his best buddy, would not fare so mercifully.

  How could I defend this indefensible act?

  Tabitha made me seethe because of the precarious position she’d put me in.

  Sweat trickled between my shoulder blades. I needed to come up with a lie. Then it came to me. Susana. I would pretend I’d found Susana with Will in the kitchen.

  Still, it left a foul taste in my mouth. What if Aidan discovered it was a fabrication? How could I lie to him?

  While my brain tangled with that moral conundrum, I dragged the silky fabric of my dress up my thighs and caked on a look of seduction.

  It worked. Aidan’s eyes hooded, and as his hands slid up my thighs, he groaned.

  He stood me up and undid my zipper. My dress pooled to the ground. I stood before him naked. His legs were slightly apart to make way for his growing bulge. I sashayed over to him and sat on his lap.

  “Clarissa has been naughty. You’re holding something back.”

  Oh, it was this game we were playing. Hm… the last time he’d spanked me, I was so aroused, that after that I’d do anything to annoy him. Was Tabitha rubbing off on me?

  Aidan turned me over and rubbed my bottom gently, then spanked me.

  Noticing me wince, he asked, “Does that hurt?”

  “A little.”

  “Do you want me to stop?” His voice was thick with arousal.

  “No.”

  “Good, because you’ve been a naughty girl.” He rubbed my butt again and then struck me again, generating swelling heat deep into my core.

  His hand was so teasingly close that I ached for his fingers to pay a visit. I could feel his hardened cock on my stomach.

  My heart was beating hard. Had we only just made love a few hours ago?

  “Oh… baby.” His voice was thick. “You’re drenched. You like this.”

  I didn’t respond. The burning need for him to fill me was agonizing.

  He turned me over. His blue eyes sang with arousal. He dropped his boxers and sat me on his lap as his fiery, moist lips made a meal of mine.

  Aidan nuzzled his face into my breasts and sucked on my nipples.

  As I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, our eyes locked, heavy lidded and lust filled. His extended sigh blended with my moan. Oh, my, the stretch, the burn. He entered me deeply. As I placed my weight on his big, muscular thighs, I could feel every glorious inch.

  Pushing my weight down onto his firm and curvy biceps, I moved up and down.

  He gripped my bottom. “My cock wants to taste you slowly.”

  I fell into his deep blue gaze. Aidan’s face was flushed with arousal. His heart pounding against mine. My flesh was so charged with electricity that the slightest touch sent a sharp bolt through me.

  He pulled out and lifted me with his strong arms. My eyebrows drew in s
harply. He laughed. “I don’t want to come yet, baby.”

  “On the bed, angel, open your legs. I need to devour you.”

  What was a girl to do?

  I lay on the bed with my legs wide. My hands tangled in his hair as his tongue teased the senses out of me.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

  AIDAN

  Four hours later, having come more times than was humanly possible, I stretched out my arm for Clarissa to merge her warm softness into me.

  She was the best sleeping tonic. Having Clarissa there all the time had done wonders for my head and well-being. I knew that well enough. Because whenever I went away, the sleep-depriving nightmares returned with a vengeance. But whenever I returned home with sweet Clarissa in my arms, I slept like a baby, free of ghosts.

  It was noon. I needed the sleep. It had been a big night. One of the best nights I’d had in a long while, if ever.

  Clarissa was to be my wife.

  I couldn’t believe that the sleeping angel I was staring at was to be mine. I loved watching her, asleep or awake. Hers was an addictive beauty. She had so many faces, each equally beautiful.

  Her sexy, luscious lips, which had drunk me dry earlier, were now slightly apart. The white pillow was covered in her mess of black hair. And that milky, soft skin, sent a fresh charge of blood down my body.

  I crept over to the other side of the room and called Susana for coffee, juice, and a hot breakfast, asking her to bring the coffee and juice first. I jumped back into bed. Having Clarissa naked and warm against me was the only way to start a day. I had it bad. She was an addiction.

  Her big brown eyes opened. Her sweet smile made the room brighten.

  “Hey, baby.” I kissed her lightly on the lips.

  She lifted herself up. I was going to stop her, but she was naked, and I loved having her full breasts in my face. As did my cock, stretching in response.

  I stroked her swan neck and held her.

  “What time is it?” she asked.

  “It’s twelve.”

  “Really?” She pulled away.

  “Why, have you got to be somewhere?” I asked.

  “No, but we’re normally up earlier,” she said, falling back into my arms.

  A knock came to the door. “Come in,” I said.

  Clarissa gave me one of her wide-eyed, bashful stares and pulled the sheet over her glorious nakedness. I didn’t care as much. I knew it was Susana. The only shock she’d get would be seeing a pair of magnificent breasts, the way nature had intended them to be.

  Susana wiggled in with the trolley. She was sex on legs. Not that I was attracted. She wasn’t my type. If anything, I’d grown tired of the flirty smiles and fluttering false eyelashes, not to mention the low-cut blouses that paraded her plastic tits in my face when bending unnecessarily in front of me. If it hadn’t been for Will, who seemed happier than I’d seen him in a while, I would have given Susana her marching orders.

  “Just leave it there, thanks,” I said. She brought the trolley over by the bed.

  “When would you like your breakfast?” She asked, taking a peek at Clarissa.

  I glanced at Clarissa for an answer.

  She shrugged. “Whenever you want, Aidan.”

  Good. A session of hard fucking in the shower before breakfast suited me fine. “Give us thirty minutes,” I said, looking at Susana. She returned a knowing smile. All that was missing was a wink. Hm… I thought I was going to have to have a word with Greta to get this girl to behave.

  Clarissa rolled her eyes.

  I shook my head. “What?”

  “Didn’t you see the way she looked at you? She’s not even subtle about it.”

  I adjusted my body up against the pillow. “I’ve noticed.” I sipped the coffee. My head demanded it.

  “Can’t you just employ a normal, garden-variety maid?” she asked.

  I tilted my head to get a better view of her pretty face, almost losing my train of thought as my eyes travelled down to her voluptuous tits.

  “I take it you don’t mean a maid who does the gardening?”

  She giggled. “No. You know? Like Alice in The Brady Bunch.”

  I sniffed. “I didn’t watch that show. It was too sickly sweet and ‘happy families’ for me.”

  “Yeah, well, it was part of my wasted youth.”

  “From what you’ve told me about your upbringing, it didn’t sound too wasted. Anyway, a maid with a uniform, got it.” I tapped my forehead with a two-finger salute.

  “Mm… Hang on. I don’t know about the uniform,” she said, biting her bottom lip, her large-eyed gaze making my cock twitch.

  “Now, what’s wrong with a maid in a uniform?” My hand ran up her thigh.

  I gleaned a glint of arousal in her sudden change of color.

  “Do you think I’d be turned on by a maid’s uniform?”

  She raised a brow.

  I shook my head in disbelief. Clarissa really had a bad image of me. “The only thing that would make me hot is seeing you in a little short French maid’s costume, your hair out, buttons undone, and pantyless. So that when you bent over to make the bed, I could sit back and enjoy the show.”

  Clarissa giggled. “Aidan, you’re such a sex maniac.”

  I continued the fantasy. “And if you didn’t behave…” My fingers crept up her soft, warm thighs.

  “What would you do, Aidan?” she challenged with a cheeky curl of her lips.

  “I’d have to place you on my knee and spank you. Just like last night.”

  My fingers travelled all the way up, and a little slickness met them on entry. “What have we here?”

  She smiled with her eyes half shut.

  “This is turning you on, Clarissa.”

  She flinched.

  I pulled my soaked fingers out. “Did I hurt you?”

  “I’m just a little sore.”

  “Oh, Princess. I’m so sorry. We went a bit hard last night.”

  “Don’t apologize, Aidan, I loved every minute and inch of it.”

  I laughed. “Good to hear.” I put my arm around her and held her. “I’ll give your lovely little pussy a break today, then.”

  She licked her lips. “My lips aren’t sore.”

  I ran my finger around her soft, full lips. “Mm… that sounds promising. Let’s have a shower. All this talk about Clarissa the pantyless maid is making me seriously hard.”

  She stiffened, her mood darkening. “I hope I can make you happy.”

  “Princess, you make me more than happy. I’m ecstatic. I’ve never known what ecstasy was until I felt you.”

  “But can I keep making you feel that way?” She sighed.

  “There’s something going on in that pretty little head of yours. You need to spill.”

  “It’s just that you’re always aroused. You seem hypersexual. I’m scared eventually you’ll need variety.”

  “Hypersexual? Then you must be too.”

  She shook her head with a shadow of a smile.

  “Just before I met you, Clarissa, I hadn’t had sex for six months. It might not seem like a long time, and to be honest, it sickens me to admit that I was once a sex addict. But one day it just stopped. I stopped being turned on until...” I took a strand of her long, black hair and twirled it around my finger… “I met you.”

  “Which was only three months ago, Aidan. I’ve read somewhere that the first six months to a year is full of lust, but after that, boredom of routine can ruin things.”

  “I could never be bored around you, Princess. You’re so sexy that even if you were wearing men’s pajamas I’d still get hard.”

  She giggled.

  I tapped her dainty nose. “That’s better.”

  “When did you know?” Clarissa asked.

  “What, angel?”

  “When did you know you wanted to be with me?”

  “The moment I saw you sitting among a bunch of girls who all looked alike. You stood out. And it wasn’t because of your somewhat eccen
tric clothing. You glowed. I must admit those scrumptious, restless thighs and your tits bursting out of that ill-fitting shirt helped. You steamed me up, that’s for sure. I couldn’t walk after that.”

  She smiled wistfully.

  “What’s wrong, Clarissa?”

  Her eyes pooled. “I’m just scared, Aidan.”

  I took her into my arms and kissed the tears off her cheek. “Clarissa, I don’t know what I can do. I love you, angel. I really do. I’ve never felt this way before.”

  “Not even with the schoolteacher?”

  My brow caved in. “No. That wasn’t love. It was teenage lust.”

  “Last night,” she said, sniffling.

  I passed her a tissue. “What happened last night? You were meant to tell me, but I got side tracked.” I grinned.

  “I found your father…”

  “You found my father doing what?”

  “He was with Tabitha.”

  I bristled. “I fucking knew it. I knew she was bad.”

  Clarissa broke out of my arms. “She’s not bad.” Her eyes were wide and feisty.

  “You need to elaborate, sweetheart. She was doing what with my father?”

  “He had his head buried between her legs.”

  I nearly choked on my juice. It was the way Clarissa’s little sweet voice said it. For some reason, I wanted to laugh. “Okay. So, tell me what part of that isn’t fucked?”

  “What about your father’s doing? I mean, there’s Sara,” she said, her voice had gone up a decibel.

  “And what about Evan? Who’s a loyal buddy. He’d never, I repeat, never cheat on his woman.”

  “He beats her, though.”

  My face folded into disbelief. “What?”

  “He ties her up and beats her.”

  “For sex play you mean? S&M? That type of thing?”

  She nodded.

  “Has Tabitha complained?” I asked.

  She shook her head slowly.

  “Then she’s into it. They’re adults. Each to their own. This is different, Clarissa. She cheated on Evan.”

  “But what about your father’s part in this? Why are you just blaming Tabitha?”

  “Because my father’s weak where pretty young girls are concerned.”

  “And so is Tabitha around older, attractive men. They’re both complicit, Aidan. Can’t you see that?”