Taming Angelina: The Temptation Saga: Book Four

by Hardt, Helen;

  Rafe’s eyes turned to dinner plates.

  Good, good. Just what I wanted. “I figured you wouldn’t have a suit here, so I didn’t want to make you feel bad.”

  “God, baby. Why are you doing this?”

  “Doing what?” Good, let him squirm. Let him see what he’d be missing. Let him imagine her using her body to pleasure Frank Longhorn in bed.

  He stalked toward her like a wolf scenting his mate. “Damn you.” He grabbed her and pulled her to him, crushing her body to his.

  Their lips met in a frenzy of teeth and tongues.

  She gasped, her heart beating so hard against her chest she knew he must be able to feel it. “You have too many clothes on.”

  “Damn right I do.” He shed them quickly.

  Her skin tingled as he bared himself. So gorgeous, a sculptor’s dream. A painter’s fantasy. Though she had no artistic talent, Angie was sure Rafe could inspire her to create a masterpiece.

  She dropped to her knees, the cement of the pool deck grating into her skin. She didn’t care. She needed that beautiful cock in her mouth.

  Sweet, stiff hardness. She licked the head, sucked on it, trailed tiny kisses down to the base of his shaft.

  “God, baby.” His voice cracked.

  “Mmm, you like?” she teased.

  “I like.” He grabbed the back of her head. “Take me. Take all of me.”

  She obliged, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth. Pleasure ripped through her. He stroked her hair, keeping to her rhythm, never rushing her, moving with her, guiding her in his pleasure. Giving oral had never been her favorite part of sex. Rafe changed that.

  “Baby, baby, yes, yes.” His voice drifted over her, a soothing caress.

  No man had ever ejaculated in her mouth. She’d never even considered it, thought it too…too… She wasn’t sure. But she was sure right now. She wanted that from Rafe.

  She continued to torment him, adding her hands so she could pleasure his entire massive length at once.

  “Baby, slow down. I don’t want to… God, slow down.”

  Not in this lifetime. She wanted this more than she wanted to breathe. She continued her assault, faster, faster, faster…

  Until pulses began beneath her tongue.

  “God, baby, I can’t stop it—” He panted, his breath coming in rapid gasps.

  She continued, hoping he knew it was okay. Hoping he would give her this gift that she’d treasure always. Hoping—

  He came with a gush over her tongue. The salty tang of him slid over the roof of her mouth, down her throat.

  She shivered. This was the most erotic experience of her life. She’d never forget it.

  Never.

  And she knew in the depths of her being, she’d do this for no other man. Ever.

  She pulled away from him. Rafe’s gaze was upon her, staring down at her with lust and anticipation.

  “I’m sorry, baby.”

  She shook her head and smiled, only now realizing the pain in her knees. “Don’t be. I wanted it. I wanted to do that for you.”

  “It was amazing.”

  “For me too.”

  He pulled her to him. “I hope you don’t think we’re done.”

  “You mean?”

  “Hell, yes. I may not be eighteen anymore, but you affect me like no other woman. Let’s go sit in that tub and soothe your sore muscles, and I’ll show you exactly what I’m capable of.”

  She couldn’t wait.

  Chapter Eighteen

  After a soak, Rafe set Angie on the edge of the tub and tantalized her with his talented tongue. She shivered as he pleasured her, whispered against her flesh how good she tasted, how pretty she was. How would she live without this?

  She had to. She had no other choice.

  After he had given her several orgasms, he stood and thrust into her. She stared into his black eyes, her gaze never wavering, and dug her nails into his dark shoulders, her back arching, as he pushed into her again and again. Completion, total fulfillment.

  Perfection.

  “Baby, you feel so good.”

  Thrust.

  Thrust.

  Thrust.

  “God, so good.”

  One final thrust, and his cock spasmed inside her. Filling her. Completing her. Making her whole.

  He sank against her, his slick chest tantalizing her nipples, and then pulled her back into the water and crushed her against him. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, a soothing kiss.

  A kiss that said goodbye.

  She held back her tears until he was gone.

  * * *

  “Please? Isn’t there anything you can do?”

  “I’m sorry, Rafe,” Lisa said on the other end of the phone. “It’s like Dallas said. A divorce takes about six months to finalize. I wish I could help you, but I can’t.”

  “I understand. Thanks.” He hung up the phone.

  What did it matter anyway? Angie had already decided what was important. Her inheritance. She’d marry a man she didn’t love to get it. She’d already made that choice. The fact that they ignited fires in bed didn’t matter. The fact that he was hopelessly in love with her didn’t matter.

  Did she love him? She hadn’t said it, and he had no idea.

  But their lovemaking was so full of passion, almost surreal. He’d never experienced anything like it.

  He feared he never would again.

  * * *

  Angie awoke in a cold, clammy sweat. She’d dreamed of Rafe. Of their lovemaking. Of a future with him.

  A future with him wasn’t possible. He was married to someone else. But perhaps somewhere, she had no idea where, another man existed whom she could love and who could love her in return.

  Her parents hadn’t been in love. They’d married because Mama had been pregnant with her. While they had given her a wonderful life and she appreciated it more than she could ever say, hadn’t they deserved to be in love? Hadn’t they deserved to feel about someone the way she felt about Rafe? And hopefully would feel about another man at some point?

  One thing had become clear as day.

  She could not marry Frank Longhorn.

  Her heart broke at losing her inheritance, but it wasn’t worth it. The old Angelina would have done anything for the ranch.

  Not this Angelina.

  Not the Angelina who had experienced what it felt like to love another human being with her entire heart and soul.

  Before she changed her mind, she called her mother.

  “I’m sorry, Mama. I just can’t do it. It’s not fair to Frank, and it’s not fair to me.”

  “Are you sure, Angelina?”

  “Yes, I’m sure. Frank deserves a woman who loves him. A woman who isn’t marrying him just to use him. A couple years ago I might have been able to do this, but now I can’t. I’ve changed. I’m not the spoiled brat I used to be.”

  “I’m proud of you, Angie,” her mother said. “And you are right. Frank deserves better. And may God forgive me. Your father deserved better. Most importantly, you deserve better. You deserve love. I don’t want you to settle for anything less.” She sighed. “There may be a way out of this yet. I need to talk to Jefferson.”

  “I’ll come with you.”

  “Angelina—”

  “Mama, this concerns me. Anything you have to say to him can be said in front of me.”

  “Yes, perhaps it’s time.”

  “Time for what?”

  “I’ll be at your place in half an hour. Let’s go see your uncle.”

  * * *

  “Mia, and the lovely Angelina.” Jefferson Bay’s deep voice was laced with sarcasm as he opened the door to his hotel room.

  “We need to talk,” Maria said.

  “Perhaps you and I had best talk in private.”

  Maria shook her head. “This is Angie’s business. After all, she’s the one who’s about to lose her inheritance.”

  “So you didn’t find a suitable suitor after all?” He c
licked his tongue. “How very sad. But how very lucky for me. I now own half a ranch.”

  “You don’t own anything yet, Jeff,” Maria said, her voice shaking. “Angie still has over a month to get married.”

  “Let me guess… She’s holding out for love, right? Love is overrated.”

  “Is it?” Maria inched closer to him. “Is it really? Don’t you remember?”

  “I remember only that you betrayed me by sleeping with my sainted brother. I may have loved you, but you didn’t return my love.”

  Maria’s eyes misted. “That’s not true, Jeff. You know it’s not.”

  Dear Lord. Mama and Daddy had never been in true love. They’d made no bones about that. Yet they’d had a good life. All that time, had Mama been in love with someone else? With Jefferson? Angie’s legs wobbled beneath her. What else would be revealed today?

  “I know only your betrayal, Mia. You slept with my brother and had his child—this beautiful girl in front of us. It’s only fitting that I be the means to the end of your and Wayne’s love child.”

  “Damn it, Jeff, you know I was never in love with Wayne.”

  “Really?” He scoffed. “A marriage that lasted this long and produced three children? You’re lying.”

  “You were going to prison.”

  “I was innocent! I would have fought, Mia, if I’d thought there was even a ghost of a chance that you and I could be together.”

  “Why didn’t you?”

  He raked his fingers through his hair, making it stand on end. A wolf, Angie thought. He looks like a wolf in fear for his life. Strange.

  “Because you made it clear you thought I was guilty. Dear Granddad had all but hanged me already.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me you were innocent? I would have believed you. I would have stood by you.”

  “No, you wouldn’t have. You had already run to Wayne by then.”

  “I ran to Wayne because—” She choked into sobs. “My God, I can’t do this.”

  Angie regained the strength in her legs. Her mother needed her. She walked to the woman who had given her life and embraced her. “She just lost her husband, for God’s sake. Can’t you take it easy on her? I’m the one you’re trying to ruin. Your argument is with me, not her.”

  “How little you know. You’ve told your children nothing of me, have you, Mia? Yet you stand there and tell me you had feelings for me all that time ago.” He glared at Angie. “I can hurt your lovely mother by hurting you. Icing on the cake.”

  “No, Jeff,” Maria choked out. “I won’t let you do this to her.”

  He smiled. Not a nice smile. A wicked smile. An evil smile. “I don’t see that you have much of a choice.”

  “I’m sorry, Mama. I’ve already told you I’m not marrying Frank. And there isn’t time for me to fall in love.” She was already in love, but her mother didn’t need to know that. It hurt too much to talk about anyway.

  Again the blurry vision of Rafe’s supposed wife invaded her mind. What might her face look like? Was she brunette like Angie? Or blond? Or red-haired like that horrible Lori at Deb’s?

  She shook her head. Lori and Deb. She’d been awful to them. Absolutely bratty. Lori wasn’t horrible. Angie was.

  No longer. Along with disinherited Angie came new and improved Angie. She’d make amends for all the nastiness she’d spewed in the past if it took the rest of her life. She’d begin tomorrow by boxing up all the clothes she never needed in the first place and donating them to charity. She’d be moving in with Mama soon anyway. The smaller closet in her old bedroom would thank her.

  “You’re right, Angie.” Maria steadied herself, taking some of her weight off Angie. “You’re not going to marry Frank. You’re not going to marry anyone you don’t love just to get a piece of land.”

  “Then I think we’re done here,” Jeff said, moving toward the door. “Nice to see you, ladies.”

  Maria rushed forward and pounded her fists onto Jeff’s chest. “Damn it, Jeff, we are not done here!”

  “Mama?” Angie said, inching toward her mother and uncle.

  “You won’t do this to her. I swear you won’t!”

  Jefferson gripped her mother’s shoulders. “I stand to gain everything by doing this.”

  “But you can’t.”

  “You keep saying that, Mia.” He shook her.

  Angie inched forward a little more. She would not let him hurt her mother. He eased off, though his hands were still clamped onto Maria. Angie inhaled and stayed put.

  “Why? Why can’t I?” he continued. “Why shouldn’t I take what should have been rightfully mine in the first place?”

  Maria whipped her hands upward and grabbed both sides of Jefferson’s face.

  “Because she’s your daughter, God damn it!”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Angie’s heart plummeted to her stomach. Had she heard right?

  “Mama?” Her voice squeaked.

  “I’m sorry, Angelina. I shouldn’t have blurted it out like that, but it’s true. Wayne Bay is not your biological father. Jefferson Bay is.”

  She swayed, her muscles tensing. Her knees weakened and threatened to collapse under her. Her doting daddy not her daddy? It couldn’t be.

  “You’re lying, Mia,” Jefferson said, “and it won’t work.”

  “It’s not a lie, you fool. To be honest I’m surprised none of you suspected it at the time. If it’s proof you want, you and Angie go for a DNA test. I guarantee the results will show she’s yours.”

  “How? Why?”

  “Didn’t you wonder why I suddenly had an interest in your brother when I’d had none previously? Didn’t you wonder when my baby girl was born a month early? No, none of you gave it a second thought. It seemed so obvious to me, but neither you, Wayne, nor your grandfather batted an eye over it.”

  The words rang in Angie’s ears. First they made sense, and then they didn’t, and then she was sure this had to be a dream, and then she knew it wasn’t. This was real. Terrible and horrifying and real.

  “I think I might be sick,” she said.

  Maria rushed to her and helped her to one of the queen beds in the hotel room. “I’m so sorry, Angie. I never meant for you to find out like this. I never meant for you to find out at all.”

  “At all?” Angie blinked her eyes. This was her mother, right? The same woman who’d hugged her and kissed her boo boos. The woman who would never keep something this important from her. From her father. “How could you? How could you lie to me all these years?”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Sorry? Angie didn’t know this woman at all. “Daddy never knew? Never suspected?”

  “If he did, I didn’t know it.”

  “Mia, I demand an explanation right now.”

  Uncle Jefferson. She’d nearly forgotten he was in the room.

  “Yes, I owe you both that much.” She sat down on the bed and took Angie’s hand in her own. She rubbed it lightly. “I found out I was pregnant after you were arrested. With all your trouble with the law, I assumed you were guilty.”

  “After everything we shared, how could you know me so little? Do you really think I could kill someone?”

  “No.” Maria shook her head. “But I knew you’d go to prison for a long time anyway. I figured you’d had a hand in it. After all, it wasn’t the first time you’d been at the scene of a crime. There was no way around it. You had a record. I needed to make sure my baby—our baby—had a chance at the life and the name she deserved. So I seduced Wayne, and a month later, told him the child was his.”

  Angie’s head spun. She widened her eyes, as if toothpicks held her lids up, to keep them open.

  Jefferson plunked down onto the other bed. “Oh, Mia.”

  “I’m not proud of it. But he adored your daughter, Jeff. She was his favorite. She wanted for nothing while he was alive.”

  “Oh, Mia, you don’t understand.” His head sank to his hands.

  Maria gripped Angie’s hand tighter.
“What? What are you not telling me?”

  “I only pleaded guilty because I thought you’d betrayed me. I’d been ready to fight. To fight for us. To do anything to get out of the mess I’d gotten myself into and go straight for you. I was going to get a job, make my own way, prove to my grandfather that I wasn’t the fuck up he thought I was. I was ready to prove it to you. For us. Mia…why?”

  Angie gulped back bile. Was this really happening? Images of the words swirled around her head in black-and-gray letters.

  “You were the love of my life,” Jeff said, his voice wavering. “All this time, I had a child. A child I never knew.”

  Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.

  Had she said the words out loud? She wasn’t sure.

  “Mama?”

  “Yes, Angie?”

  “Harper and Catie?”

  “They’re your father’s. Er…Wayne’s. I never strayed during our marriage. Not once.”

  “And I—”

  “Jeff is your biological father. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to find out this way. Or to find out at all—”

  “You planned to keep this child from me forever?” Jeff’s voice had deepened, tinted with more anger, almost rage. “Didn’t you think I had the right to know I had a child?”

  “And didn’t you think I had the right to know who my real father was?” Angie demanded. She tried to sit up, but her vision blurred.

  Maria’s weight sank down farther into the bed, as though she wanted to melt into it, to melt away and never return. “Angie, you had a real father. A real father who adored you.”

  She tried opening her eyes again. Bad idea. “Would he have adored me so much if he’d known the truth?”

  “I don’t know. But what does it matter?”

  “What does it matter? Are you serious?”

  “And what about me, Mia?” Jeff interjected. “What about me?”

  “You were serving a life sentence. What would you have done with a child? What would I have done as a single mother?”

  “You never loved Daddy,” Angie choked out.

  “He never loved me either.”