The Thorntons Box Set

by Nic Saint

  The tall man had sank into a moody silence ever since they’d boarded the plane, and she wondered what was eating him. She decided that since she couldn’t sleep anyway, she might occupy her mind by experimenting with a little project.

  Slipping a hand down Roland’s leg, she was gratified to find her companion jerking up a head that had briefly sunk to his chest.

  Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he stared over. “Are we there yet?”

  “Not just yet,” she whispered as her hand trailed down his thigh until it reached his package. She let it rest there briefly, wondering about his response. They’d been intimate several times since making their first acquaintance, and yet she still regarded the man who had her heart a mystery. He rarely spoke of his personal life, and since intimating the truth about what had happened between him and Chloe, had offered her no more clues to his personality, which was complex, she had decided.

  He rolled his head aside and stared into her eyes as her slender fingers massaged his crotch through the fabric of his jeans. She licked her lips and let her other hand slide down her blouse, popping the first button to allow him a peek at the swell of her ample bosom, and was rewarded by his eyes dipping down her cleavage as she felt definite liftoff in the vicinity of his nether regions.

  “God, woman,” he groaned, “you’re going to drain me.”

  “That’s the idea,” she returned throatily as she popped a second button and slid her finger along the flimsy material, her nail digging into her soft flesh. With a soft grunt, he reached over and slipped his hand beneath her blouse, then moved up to cup her breast in his grasp. Making short shrift of her bra, he was kneading her naked flesh and his fingers tugged at her raised nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger as his eyes bored into hers.

  “Care to join the mile high club?” she whispered.

  “Don’t mind if I do,” he came back, and leaned over to crush her lips beneath his. As their tongues tangled, she placed her hand full on his crotch now and felt his burgeoning cock clearly through the material, straining at the leash.

  He yanked up her blouse, then, and when his mouth swallowed her nip, she closed her eyes in delight, moistness spreading between her thighs. His hand slipped down and she clasped it between her boiling thighs, then spread them wide to allow him to experience the heat and wetness for himself.

  He slipped the crotch of her slip aside and slid his fingers along the slick ridges of her petals, engorged and burning for his touch… and more. His mouth still exploring the delicate skin of her tit and sucking in her puckered nipple, his fingers easily slipped inside her burning cunt and she gasped in exquisite agony as he pistoned deeply inside.

  It wasn’t enough—not nearly enough—and she quickly unbuckled him, popped the button of his jeans and zipped him free. The dark satin of his slip felt soft under her fingers, and when she reached inside the elastic band, she suddenly held his throbbing hardness in her hand. She had to feel him inside of her—just had to—and she leaned over, darting a quick look around.

  No one was stirring as the cabin was still plunged in darkness, and when she took him into her mouth, she relished in the soft feel of his velvety glans against her tongue—a Thornton cock rising up in her mouth as she flicked her tongue along the ridges below his cockhead. And then he bucked slightly, and then he was fucking her mouth with slow gentle jerks, the hot wetness of her tongue driving him to ever higher reaches of ecstasy while his fingers still explored her pussy, his thumb briefly touching her clit and sending a surge of electricity racing up her spine.

  She released him, and whispered, “I want you inside me, Ro. Deep inside me.”

  Chapter 23

  They reached the lavatories in next to no time, not heeding the presence of a stewardess eyeing them curiously, nor a fat passenger looking up from his movie, his eyes darting knowing looks over the half-moon glasses perched on his nose, a sly smile playing about his lips.

  They pressed into the small space and Roland had her up against the wall of the tiny booth, licking into her mouth and trailing a slick trail of saliva down her neck to her collarbone and down to her tits. She almost cried out when he sucked in her nip and grabbed her fleshy mounds in his hands, digging in his fingers.

  She reached down urgently and pulled the crotch of her panties aside, baring her slick clit and flower and when he reared up and planted his thick cock firmly at the heart of her sex, she slung her arms around his neck, pressing his head against her chest and letting herself be speared onto his towering rod as he arched into her, claiming her cunt for its own.

  He reached down and cradled her buttocks in his hands as he punched into her harder and faster with each feverish stroke. And as they fucked like crazy, their breath coming in short gasps of lust, the short thrusts of his cock pushed her to ever higher states of frenzied ecstasy until she felt something explode deep inside her. She bit down on her hand to muffle the whimpered cry of release as she shuddered against Roland’s hulking frame taking her with an abandon that left her reeling and shivering in heat and raging lust.

  And then suddenly he exploded, his balls ejecting their hot stream of seed straight into her pulsating vagina, coating and slicking her center and reaching all the way into her tender womb and leaving them both trembling and panting wildly.

  When she looked up into his eyes, level now with hers, she saw the lust and the love reflected in them she felt herself.

  “Welcome to the club,” she panted, then briefly wondered if this had been a first for him or just one more notch on his belt. She dispelled the thought as soon as it reared its ugly head, and then he kissed her and all thought was wiped from her mind as she still felt him stirring inside, his cock still rigid and hot in spite of his release.

  “God, what are you?” she sighed against his lips. “Superman?”

  “Just hot for you, babe,” he panted. He clasped her sweating breast under his hand and rubbed the tip under his thumb. “You drive me wild, Alicia. Crazy and wild.”

  A mischievous glint appeared in her eye and she worked her cunt muscles to milk his cock, ecstatic to feel him hardening inside her, his length buried all the way up her vagina, all the way to the hilt. She suddenly felt ready for another experiment. A first for her. “Wanna fuck me in the ass?” She kissed him voraciously, drinking him in greedily.

  He eyed her wildly, then abruptly whipped her around and pressed her up against the flimsy panel of the lavatory booth and spread her ass cheeks wide, her tits experiencing the exquisite cool of the polyester. Then he was pressing his cockhead against her trembling sphincter and she shut her eyes tight as he pressed on, relentlessly pushing in deeper.

  “God…” she grunted as he suddenly entered her there, and she brought a hand down to her clit, swollen and engorged like her labia, and as he pushed deeper still and then entered her, guiding his thick cock all the way into her screaming behind, she fought for release, her breath shuddering and quaking and her body screaming in agonized delight.

  And then he was fucking her asshole, ever deeper and ever harder pushing up inside her, that long, curving fuckstick of his plundering her body where no man had ever entered before. It was his reward, she knew, his reward for saving her life from the atrocities Bashar’s men had had in store for her. And then he was rocking in sync with her, slamming home with so much force she was squeezed against the wall and he took her eagerly, his hot breath on her ear, his body molding against hers, and his cock buried deeply up her bowels, and the shudder and tremors suddenly gave way to the most liberating climax she’d ever experienced, and at that moment he, too, came, his balls squeezing up against his body and then pumping what little remained of his seed straight into her body, pooling there like the rest of it had in her vagina.

  “I’m yours now,” she murmured against his mouth when he’d released her from his burgeoning length. “I’m all yours now, Roland Thornton.”

  He merely smiled as they kissed deeply, passionately and with abandon, and briefly
fingered her throat as he took her mouth, then cupping her heaving breast and finally curving to the small of her back and pressing her against him—one body—one mind, and she was lost in his embrace as she’d been to his lovemaking.

  Minutes passed—or seconds—and the soft rapping on the door stirred them from their union as effectively as the ringing of a bell. With shared grins they quickly got dressed and when they finally released the door to let whoever had disturbed their peace, they found themselves staring into the indignant eyes of Kevin.

  “Fuck!” the young reporter growled. “I can’t leave you guys alone for one second or you’re at it again! What’s wrong with you people? Rabbits could take your correspondence course!”

  Without responding, Alicia, feeling magnanimous and playful, placed a hand on the young man’s cheek and gave him a loving kiss. Roland’s eyebrow arched up at this, and he shook his head in abject jealousy. And Kevin? He remained suspiciously quiet for the remainder of their flight…

  Chapter 24

  There was something in the air of New York that put a smile on Roland’s face. The moment the plane doors swept open and he stepped outside, he breathed in that nippy April air and felt rejuvenated. Home. Home again. Finally. It was hard to believe he’d been gone almost a whole month, his business in Colombia stretching way beyond the time he’d allocated to deal with Harlan’s nefarious business partner over there.

  He pounded Kevin on the shoulder, eliciting a pained yelp from the reporter. “Good to be back, huh, buddy?”

  Surprised at this rare outburst from his partner, Kevin nodded his agreement. “Sure. Anything beats those Colombian flies and that muggy heat, not to speak of those pesky drug dealers.”

  Alicia, joining them at the foot of the stairs, looked less relieved to breathe in the New York air. A native of San Francisco, the East Coast wasn’t really what she considered home, Roland knew. “Don’t worry,” he said, tracing a hand along her cheek and relishing in the feel of her glorious raven hair against his fingers. “We’ll find your father and send the both of you on a plane home in next to no time. Home awaits you too, darling. Trust me.”

  A tremor tugged at the corners of her mouth, and he wondered briefly what she was thinking. He’d vowed to keep his promise and he would. Could she doubt him? He didn’t think so, and even if she did, his actions would prove her wrong.

  Events had already been set in motion to find and bring back her father, and her gratitude would wipe out the doubts she was now harboring.

  ‘Trust me,” he repeated, but he could see in her eyes his words landed on deaf ears. His lips tightened. He’d show her what he was made of—would earn her trust so there was no more reason for second-guessing either his motives or his actions.

  “Let’s get out of here,” he growled, and slung a hand around Alicia’s shoulder, steering her in the direction of the terminal building.

  As they walked out into the main arrival area, he searched the crowd for a familiar face, and was happy to find not one but two meeting his scrutiny.

  Pushing on, he enveloped his little brother Scott in his arms, before adding his sister-in-law Anna in the hug. “So good to see you, bro.”

  “Same here,” Scott intoned with shiny eyes.

  He gazed at Anna for a moment, and couldn’t help but notice the slight bump she was harboring under her shirt. “I see you’ve been taking care of business?”

  “Sure have,” said Anna softly, and she leaned in for a loving peck on his cheek. Ever since being instrumental in saving the young woman from the clutches of Harlan’s eldest son Ty, she’d been grateful to both him and his family, and now that she was family herself, he felt even more protective of her than before.

  As head of security for Thornton—the family and the business—protecting people had become second nature to him, but never did it give him more satisfaction than when he could protect his own from the clutches of the forces of evil.

  He jerked a hand back and gestured to Kevin and Alicia, looking slightly flustered by this family reunion. “Kevin Chandler, Alicia Sumner, this is Scott, my little brother, and his wife Anna.”

  “Pleased to meet you,” said Alicia courteously as she pressed Scott and Anna’s hands.

  She wasn’t feeling too sure of herself right now, and meeting Roland’s family only increased her growing discomfort at being back in the States. She’d been gone for such a long time, it would take her a little while to get accustomed to being back here, she knew. But more than that, she felt unsure of her future, which now seemed linked with Roland’s, at least where she was concerned. It had taken only one look at her ‘boyfriend’ to know that his heart lay here in New York. His life, his family, his past and future…

  So what about her? Where did she fit in? If she was absolutely honest with herself, she knew she didn’t fit in here at all. Not in his life and not in this part of the country, even. He was a billionaire, running part of a multinational company that operated across the globe, his work taking him all over the place all the time. She was a scientist, and once her father had been found—if he would ever be found—she would return to her dreary life of researching the impact of human life on the planet’s environment.

  Not exactly something that would interest Roland Thornton, a man living a dangerous and exciting life. Admit it, she told herself, he’d had his fun with her, fucked the living daylights out of her, and now he’d throw her aside like a well-worn toy and move on. Other women would come and go, and Roland wouldn’t even give her a second thought.

  She’d seen it in the way his face lit up at the sight of his brother Scott and his wife. Family. Home. It meant the world to Roland, and she was absolutely, completely out of all that. How she’d even for one moment thought she could have a place by his side was beyond her. Talk about being delusional.

  She inwardly groaned. He would laugh in her face if she told him that visions of weddings and eternal vows shared had briefly flitted through her mind as they were making love on the plane…

  All gone now, her childish hopes and dreams crashing against the granite walls of reality. She willed herself to project a brave face. He wouldn’t have to indulge her company for much longer. Soon she’d be out of his hair and he could pick up his life where it had left off. Without her.

  So she smiled and expressed her gratitude to Scott for picking them up at the airport, and then joined the brothers as they headed to the parking lot, where they boarded a car and then she was whisked away to an uncertain future, Roland engaged in deep conversation with his brother on the front seat, while she shared the back seat of the SUV with Scott’s wife and Kevin.

  She stared out as the landscape pushed her deeper into the depression that had set in the moment the plane touched down on the tarmac. Traffic signs, bridges and trees streaked by in a continuous dispiriting blur as they made their way from JFK down the Southern Parkway to East Hampton.

  Suddenly a friendly hand was placed on her arm and when she looked up, she was struck by the kindness in Anna’s eyes.

  “Wanna talk about it?” the woman said softly.

  “I don’t know—” she began, confused.

  Anna directed a pointed look at the back of Roland’s head, and then back at her. “Trust me. I’ve been there, and I think I know how you feel.”

  She shook her head, not wanting to engage in a personal conversation with a stranger, least of all Roland’s sister-in-law. “No, I’m fine, thank you.”

  Anna grinned and leaned closer. “He’s in love with you, you know. I can tell.”

  She frowned, the intrusion into her personal space too much to bear.

  Anna gave her arm a little squeeze. “He won’t let you down. Roland is not who you think he is. He’s much, much more.” She nodded as one who knew. “And then some.”

  Hope stirred in her bosom at the strange words from this strange woman, and she eyed her suspiciously. “Why are you telling me all this? You don’t even know me.”

  Anna’s eyes bo
red into hers. “But I do know you, honey. You’re me. I fell in love with a Thornton before I realized what I was getting myself into.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Fair warning. They’re not all they seem.”

  “They’re… not?” she ventured, hesitantly.

  Anna shook her head slowly as a smile lit up her features. “Trust me, honey. They sure ain’t.”

  Chapter 25

  “I don’t know what you mean.”

  Anna slung a hand across her shoulder and led her inside. “Let me get you something to drink. You look parched.”

  They’d arrived at the house and Roland, Scott and Kevin had immediately sequestered themselves in one of the conference rooms while Anna led a flustered Alicia into a large kitchen.

  The house itself was grand, and once the car had swung through the arched wrought-iron gates, the Thornton ’T’ prominently on display, she thought she’d landed in a different world altogether. The gravel drive meandered past what looked like rolling parkland to the left, small copses of trees dotting the smooth turf and even a small chapel rising on a gently sloping hill.

  The fact that her mouth hadn’t dropped open she credited to her strong sense of self-restraint. So this was how the other half lived, she thought as the house loomed up at the end of the drive. Sitting squat and massive as a mastodon, the Thornton mansion resembled one of the castles of old, complete with turrets and battlements and ivy covering part of the facade. A porticoed front door, complete with columns, led to a long hallway, suits of armor providing a medieval touch while large canvasses described the ascent of the Thorntons to the throne of economic power.

  “Bit much, huh?” grinned Anna as Alicia arched a critical eyebrow at the display of opulence, her feet clacking on the hardwood floor and her finger draping along antique furniture that sure as heck hadn’t been bought at the local IKEA.

  “It’s pretty… impressive,” she agreed, feeling her self-esteem retreating ever more into its shell. She briefly stopped in front of a statue of a naked Adonis, a fig leaf strategically placed atop his package, and blinked.