We Shouldn’t: The Raven Brothers - Book 2

by Kaylee, Katy

  “This is a group of my buddies in the military,” I said when her eyes came upon another picture. “I just put that out.”

  Her eyes were questioning as she turned to look at me.

  I shrugged. “They were all packed up. Even the family ones, until recently. I didn’t want to be reminded of the loss, you know?”

  She nodded and pressed her hand over my chest. “I know.”

  “All of a sudden, it felt like it was disrespectful to hide them away. Their loss crushed me, but in their lives, they gave me so much. Hiding them away because I couldn’t face my grief was a pussy thing to do.”

  “No.”

  “It was. I was afraid of the feelings…the triggers.”

  “And now?”

  “Now I honor them and their contributions to my life and this world.”

  Her smile was so sweet, and I swore I saw emotion in her eyes. Could it be love? How the fuck did I know? I only knew she felt something for me.

  Her hands wrapped around my neck and pulled me to her. Her lips were soft and warm as they glided over mine. It was the first time she’d initiated contact between us, and my heart did flips in my chest.

  Her hands slid under my t-shirt and she squeezed my pecs. “You said something about sex in a bed.”

  My dick, already half hard from her kiss, shot out to full tilt. “I did.” I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to my bedroom. I set her down by my bed, and she was immediately pulling my shirt up and over my head. I loved how she was taking the lead, and I let her.

  “You have the best body, Hunter. Did you know?”

  “If you like it, that’s all the matters,” I said as I stepped out of my pants and boxer briefs. Her eyes raked over me, making my dick throb as it stuck straight out at her. “You’ve fallen behind,” I said reaching out to draw my finger over her chest and down between her cleavage until my finger was blocked by her blouse.

  She smiled as she undressed for me. Each bit of skin she exposed made me so hot for her. I wanted to lick every inch of her body.

  When she was naked, she pressed her hands to my chest and pushed. Indulging her, I fell back on the bed. “Take me, woman,” I said.

  She looked at me like I was a smorgasbord. I’d had plenty of women look at me with lust in their eyes, but Grace’s eyes showed more than that, and it made my heart swell.

  She climbed over me, her eyes feral as she took in my body. “I don’t know where to start.”

  I wanted her to impale herself on me, but kept that to myself. Instead, I put my hands behind my head and crossed my legs.

  “I’ll just wait until you decide.”

  Without any preamble, she sucked my cock into her mouth and just about sent me into hyperspace.

  My hips bucked up in response, and immediately, my hands gripped the headboard to keep from holding her head to my dick. She was in charge here.

  “Do you like your balls to be touched?” she asked as she used both hands to jack me in a fucking fantastic twisting motion. Whatever porn she was watching to learn this shit, it was good stuff.

  “Yes,” I said, hearing the hoarseness in my voice.

  “Can I suck them.”

  “Ah fuck…” I groaned. “Yes. More gently than my dick.”

  Her hand stroked my cock as she used her other hand to cup my balls. She licked and then sucked one into her mouth.

  “Jesus, Grace…God, that’s good.”

  “Is this the only way to do this?” she asked.

  I lifted my head. “What do you mean? We did it with me standing the other day.”

  “Like when you had me over your face. Can I do this another way like that?”

  Seriously, my brain was going to explode. “Come lay down here.” I propped up pillows so she wasn’t completely on her back, but instead, just at an incline.

  Then I straddled her thighs and brought my dick to her mouth. “Like this?”

  She dragged her tongue down my length and sucked my balls again.

  “Yes, so good…” But I didn’t like that I wasn’t more involved. “Want to try something else?”

  “Am I doing this wrong?”

  “No, baby. But it’s not much different from yesterday, and you want something different right?”

  Her head bobbed eagerly. I gripped her hips and pulled her down until she was on her back. Then I turned around so my head was facing her pussy.

  “Roll with me, baby.” I changed our positions, so now she was on top, with her head by my dick, and I was on the bottom, at her pussy. “Now we can both feast.” I pulled her hips down until her wet pussy was on my lips. I moaned at her sweet taste.

  “Oh God, Hunter,” she said as her hips gyrated on my mouth.

  “Suck my dick,” I said.

  “It’s hard to focus when you do that,” she said, but she gripped my cock, and then took him as far as she could into her mouth. I swore I could feel the back of her throat, and I nearly came right then.

  “Fuck … I love your mouth, Grace.” Remembering we were supposed to be pleasuring each other, I used my fingers to open her pussy lips and used my tongue on her clit.

  “Oh…” her mouth came off my dick, but she used her hand to jerk me off.

  “Are you going to come?”

  “Yes…so close, Hunter.”

  “Give it to me. Give me your cum.” As she continued to stroke my cock, I sucked on her clit and then thrust my tongue inside her.

  She cried out, and her juices flooded my mouth. I continued to lap and suck, drawing out her pleasure.

  “I’m boneless,” she said as she tried to stroke my dick.

  “No worries, baby,” I said as I moved until we were face to face on the bed.

  “You’re not done.” She reached for me, but I pushed her hand away.

  “I’m going to put a condom on, and then fuck you from behind. Can I?”

  Her eyes flashed with heat. “Yes.”

  I kissed her first, feeling so fucking grateful for a woman who was willing to learn and be adventurous in bed. And who’s touch sent my world reeling.

  24

  Grace

  Tuesday

  I was so glad Hunter was willing to let me lead and to be patient as I learned what brought him pleasure as well as discovering what I enjoyed. Instead of feeling inept in the bedroom, he made me feel safe and beautiful, sexy and capable.

  I watched as he turned to get a condom from his nightstand. The muscles in his back bunched and stretched. I reached out to run a hand over their strength.

  “You’re so strong,” I said, placing a kiss on his shoulder blade.

  He turned onto his back, and I watched as he rolled the condom on.

  “And hard,” I added as I admired the steel length of him. For a moment, I wanted it inside me without the condom. I wanted to know how it would feel with his skin moving against mine. Perhaps, it was time to think about going on the pill.

  He turned his head to me and smirked. “Careful, I’ll come before I get inside you.”

  “What a waste that would be.”

  He took my chin in his hand and pulled me in for a hard kiss. “Ready, Doc?”

  I nodded, not quite knowing what to expect. I knew about doggie style sex, but I was curious about how it felt and of course, if I’d be able to please him that way.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” he said as he moved onto his knees.

  I did as he said and felt his hand run down my back. “Beautiful.” He kissed me in the middle of my back. “Actually, kneel and put your hands on my headboard.”

  I rose up on my knees, gripping the headboard. He used his legs to inch my stance wider. He slid his fingers between my thighs rubbing me as his tongue licked along my neck and shoulder.

  I sighed at the sensation he sent through my body. It was amazing how a single touch or lick could awaken every nerve in my body. His other hand came around me and pinched my nipple. I felt that right in my clit. My hips bucked seeking more pressure from
him.

  “You want my cock, Grace?” his voice sounded strained. The only downside of this position so far was that I couldn’t see his face.

  “Yes.”

  “Say it,” he demanded.

  “I want you.”

  “Say you want my cock,” he clarified.

  “I want your cock.” I’d never been one to use what I thought was vulgar language. Right now, it seemed hot and sensual.

  He groaned. “Who. Whose cock do you want?”

  God, he was toying with me. He was hard as a rock a minute ago, so why was he teasing me?

  “I want your cock, Hunter.” His fingers teased my entrance with greater pressure and purpose, and I moaned. “Please. Now.”

  He lightly bit my shoulder. “Your wish is my command.” Except for the first time, he’d always taken his time pushing inside me. I liked to think it was because he was concerned about hurting me since I was still new to all this. It was another sign of his gentler side.

  This time though, he plunged in all the way in a single thrust. It didn’t hurt at all. I felt pressure as he filled my body, but it was the delicious kind. Our combined moans of pleasure echoed between the walls of his room.

  “Fuck, do you feel good,” he said, his voice rough with passion. He stilled, steeped inside me as his hands cupped my breasts and pulled me until my back was against his chest. “Kiss me, Grace.”

  I turned my head, tilting it back, and his lips crushed down on mine. The angle was awkward, and yet, so beautiful too. For a moment, I wondered if this was the type of thing he’d done with all the other women he’d been with. But I quickly pushed that thought out of my head. It didn’t matter. They only had him once. I got to keep having him. No matter how many other positions he’d had sex in, I was the one he chose to have more than once.

  He broke the kiss, trailing his lips over my shoulder as his hands moved to my hips, and he started to move. I reached forward to the headboard again, gripping it as he plunged in again and again.

  It felt different but so pleasurable. I just wished I could see him. I wanted to watch his face as he worked himself up and up, and then went over. I jerked my head to whip my hair out of my face, and then looked at him over my shoulder.

  His gaze caught mine. “Fucking Christ, you’re so sexy.” He drove in harder and faster, and I swore I could feel him expanding inside me with each thrust.

  “Oh God, Hunter…” I could feel my own orgasm inching toward release with each thrust.

  “Come on me, Grace,” he growled, and his hand moved from my hip, around my belly, and to my center. He pressed against my clit, and a hot white light blasted through me.

  “Oh yes…I’m coming…” My orgasm flooded my body like a tsunami. My entire body contracted and then shuddered as pleasure radiated to every fiber of my being.

  “Yes…Grace…God, I fucking love it when you come on my cock.” He gripped my hips with both hands and let go, his body slamming into mine, until finally, he plunged in and held, grinding against me as his powerful release overtook him. He did it again and again, until he finally, withdrew and sat back on his heels. “Jesus,” he panted.

  I turned around and looked at him, sated, exhausted, and so real. There was no mask of indifference or anger on his handsome face. It was just Hunter, raw and bare. I pulled him close, wanting to experience the real him.

  He wrapped his arms around me and maneuvered me until we were laying in the bed. “I came so hard. May be out for the count the rest of the night,” he said.

  I kissed his chin. “Don’t sell yourself short, Hunter. I know you. You’ll be locked and loaded in no time.”

  He laughed. “With you? You’re probably right.” He gave me a quick kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were less flirty and more serious. “Stay here with me tonight, Grace.”

  My initial reaction was to say no. I was under investigation for sleeping with my client. I shouldn’t even be at his place now, much less in bed with him. If Mr. Brown or the person who reported me was following me, I could lose my license to practice.

  But being in Hunter’s arms was like a dream come true. All my teenage fantasies about true love flared to life. While that was dangerous, it was also sweet and something I wanted to experience. I’d lived my life on the straight and narrow. I’d sacrificed fun and romance to reach my goals. If I was my own therapist, I’d ask myself if my goals were all there was to me. If that was all I wanted. My answer would be no. I also wanted love and passion. I wanted Hunter.

  “Yes,” I said.

  Relief spread on his face. “Yes? I was afraid you were going to talk yourself out of this.”

  I shook my head. “I’ve made my bed, so to speak.”

  He grinned. “It looks pretty disheveled to me.”

  I snuggled up to him, loving the sound of his heartbeat as I rested my head on his chest. “We need to be careful, though. I don’t know who reported me or where they saw us.” I lifted my head to look into his face. “Do you have any idea who might have reported me?”

  His eyes narrowed and darkened. “No, but when I find out, they’re going to regret messing with my love life.”

  Love?

  “One thing Ravens don’t tolerate is other people getting in our business.”

  I was curious what he’d do to the person. I could see that Hunter was capable of violence. He was in the military, which meant he was trained in it. But even with all the volatility he’d shown, I’d never seen a sign of violence. So maybe he’d just ruin them financially. Or take them to court for slander or liable. The only problem with that was that I did have sex with him while he was a client that first time. Of course, maybe it wouldn’t matter. He had the money to keep someone in court, spending all their money on legal fees. In that case, he could bankrupt them even if they were right.

  “Well, since we don’t know where we were seen and who reported it, we’ll need to be discreet,” I said. “No more going out in public together.” I wondered if there was someone in the yoga class that had seen us and knew I’d been his therapist. Or maybe it was someone in the veteran group, since I’d made the referral for him.

  “Whatever you say, Doc.”

  “Is there someone in your group that might have said something?” I asked him.

  He shook his head. “I can’t imagine why. I haven’t said anything about you in it, and even so, I don’t think they would. They appreciate my helping Jacob, and … I think they’re a little afraid of me. Of my stature and money, at least.”

  “Hmm.” I rested on his chest again and drew lazy circles on it with my finger. “Not being seen also means no sex in your office or in the backroom of a club.” Maybe the person who told on us was the man he’d kicked out of the room the night he’d taken my virginity. I discounted that idea. It seemed impossible that someone working for the Ravens would be bold and brave enough to do something like that.

  Hunter snickered, pulling my thoughts away from trying to figure out who reported me.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked.

  “If you keep bringing up all the forbidden sex places, I’ll be forced to ravish you again.”

  I laughed. “So much for being out for the count.” Feeling sexy and flirty, I continued in a serious tone, “But it’s important that you know where we can’t have sex. Not in my office for sure. And no more bump and grind on the dance floor of your brother’s club.”

  Hunter groaned. “You know I’m almost always hard around you, right? Or even thinking about you.”

  “We probably shouldn’t have sex in a car or the elevator. Too risky.”

  His eyes were dark in that sexy way that promised he was about to do sinful things to me.

  “And definitely not the washing machine in the laundry room of my building or—”

  He cut me off by giving me a scorching kiss. “How about right here, right now, Doc?”

  25

  Hunter

  Next Week, Thursday

  When it became cle
ar that Chase had been bitten by the love bug, I remembered thinking what a putz he was. How could a powerful man like that fall under a woman’s spell? Overtime, I saw that Sara smoothed out his rough edges, and he seemed happier. He was less prone to being sucked into my and my brothers’ drama. I still thought it was nuts to put so much faith in another person, but I’d accepted that it worked for him.

  As I sat across from Grace having dinner at my place, I had to wonder if maybe a woman in my life was working for me too. Over the last week, we’d settled into a routine in our clandestine relationship. The highlight of my day was when she’d show up at my place after work. And while we usually had sex, that wasn’t the only part I looked forward to. I enjoyed being with Grace. She was smart and funny, insightful and patient. She wasn’t without her own demons, which made me feel less imperfect around her. She showed me that everyone had something off about them, including therapists.

  She was an excellent listener and would often let me talk about things that happened during the day that had me on edge or that happened in group. But she didn’t use any of her therapy techniques on me; at least, I didn’t think she did. Her questions seem more out of curiosity than in seeking insight.

  The best part was that the dreams were waning. They came later in my sleep, and I’d even had a night or two where they hadn’t come at all. Halle-fucking-lujah.

  Grace was still concerned about the investigation, but at least she was willing to see this relationship through. I’d always thought I could take or leave a woman, but with Grace, I found myself feeling like she was necessary, not just for my sanity, but for my happiness as well. I remembered the other morning watching her get ready for work in my bathroom and thinking how right she looked there, and that I should ask her to stay, to move in with me. I put the brakes on only because of this investigation and knowing how important her license was to her. Although, to hear her talk, she didn’t seem sure that being in private practice was what she wanted. But until this investigation was over, she didn’t feel like she could explore more options. So for now, we lived in a little bubble of no one knowing about us. Well, no one at the licensing board.