by Knight, Evie
The moment he’d stepped into his office, the tension in the air slapped him. No, it’d felt more like a punch. What business did Logan have holding her hands or caressing her face? Colin watched the entire exchange. They’d been too immersed in their conversation to notice he’d been standing there short of a few minutes before making his presence known. His friend never did anything just because. Logan always had an ulterior motive behind his so-called good deeds, and Colin would be damned if he left Ariel alone with him.
He spent the past few hours reading Logan’s background check on Ariel and her family. It’d explained how she knew of loss and mourning. Her parents died in a plane crash several years ago, and her uncle took her and her brother under his wing. Besides attending the best schools in the States, and having a degree in business administration, she’d never held a job. Colin laughed when he read it. He’d known it the moment she answered his first interview question. The report gave him more information than he cared to know, including her bankrupted state. She really did need a job. But it still didn’t explain why she’d come to England. Where the hell were her brother and uncle?
Colin looked at the time on his cell phone. It was past eleven o’clock at night, where the hell was Ariel? As if his thoughts conjured her, the latch on the door clicked. He remained seated on the couch, legs propped on the coffee table, with his gaze fixed on the door. Logan had better left or he’d be sorry.
Ariel opened the door to her cottage, a crease formed between her brows. “Colin…” She glanced around the room, closing the door, remaining next to it. “H-how did you get in?”
Colin studied the length of her body, appreciating the way her short dress accentuated her slim curves. He took a better look at her toned calves, imagining how he’d slid his fingers to her thighs, spreading her legs until he settled between them. His cock twitched at the thought, reminding him why he’d broken into her safe haven.
He eased back on the couch, making himself more comfortable. “You’re back. How was dinner with your boss?” The words turned his mouth dry.
Ariel walked to the chair across from him, dropping her bag on the seat. “Fabulous. How did you get in?”
“Surprised?” Colin asked.
“Yes.”
Good. “You’re moving in tonight. This place isn’t safe. Anybody can break in. Do you need help packing your bags?” he asked.
“Excuse me, what did you say?”
He rose from the couch and took the few steps toward her. “No need to repeat. You heard me right. You can’t stay here any longer. If anything happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to live with it for the rest of my life.”
“Stop the theatrics. I’m not going anywhere with you tonight,” Ariel said.
No way he’d let her stay in this place, not after how easy he’d broken in. Well, not exactly. Ariel didn’t need to know he’d bribed the owner and gotten a spare key. He’d rather put the rest of the night to good use. Colin missed her all day. He’d be damned if he went to bed without her next to him.
“I’m done talking, gorgeous.” He pulled her in his arms and covered her lips with his.
Ariel opened her mouth, his tongue collided with hers, demanding control. She trailed her hands along his arms until reaching his nape, lacing her fingers in his hair. Colin gripped her thighs and lifted her, carrying her out of the small living room into the bedroom.
“A-Ariel,” he said against her lips. It didn’t matter anymore another man did the wining and dining for him because he’d be the one to take her to bed. His cock strained against his jeans, begging to be let out. Colin wouldn’t stop, not unless she said so. He drew up her skirt to her waist their hands tangled as she helped him get rid of her thong. He’d take his time later. At this moment, he wanted to feel her come around his engorged shaft as he drove into her again and again.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered on her skin, brushing his lips, tracing the line of her jaw until reaching beneath her earlobe. The heat of her labored breath, mixed with the warmth of her body, enveloped him. Colin plunged his fingers into her drenched channel, his thumb massaging her clit.
“Colin, please. I need you now.” Ariel rocked her hips against his hand.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. Colin knelt on the bed and she reached for his pants. With jerky movements, she undid the buttons and pulled them down, freeing his hardened cock. Colin retracted a condom from one of his pockets, handing it to her. Ariel licked her lips, taking the foil package from him. She closed her hand around his shaft then leaned forward and kissed the tip. She sucked him into her mouth, twisting her tongue around his shaft.
Colin groaned grabbing a fistful of her hair. “I’ll come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”
“Sounds yummy.” She sucked harder.
He tugged her hair, shifting his hips. “Condom,” he said. She continued to take him in her mouth. Colin pulled her hair harder. “Get the fucking condom, Ariel.”
She rolled the condom on. He gripped her by the waist, pushing her back on the bed. He entered her in one full thrust and remained still, filling her with every inch of his, allowing her heat to run through his body. Her lustrous black hair sprawled on the white sheets, her lust filled gaze bore into his, burning him outside in. Her lips parted slightly, waiting for his next thrust.
Ariel tilted her hips, tightening her legs around his waist, bridging the non-existent gap between them. His cock was all the way in her, his balls pulsed, screaming for release. If he didn’t reign in his desire for her, it wouldn’t take him long before he lost control.
“Colin, fuck me.” Her words were a plea.
He obliged, lunging into her, fucking her like she’d asked. Hard and fast. The smell of their arousal filled the room. Every whimper, every moan drove him wild with passion, with a need to own her.
“Fuck me.” She shuddered underneath him, her muscles clenching around him. Colin let himself go, his hips driving into her as his hot cum filled the condom. When he finally controlled his breathing, he lay on the bed next to her limp body. He removed the condom, tossed it aside, and adjusted his jeans.
“What just happened?” Ariel asked, breathless.
Colin pulled her back to him and whispered at her ear, “A good fuck.” He kissed her temple, molding his body to hers.
****
The way Colin had kissed her, carried her to the bed, and filled her, still made her body tremble. Her clit ached for release, yet again. What a naughty dream this is. Ariel didn’t want to see where else her imagination would take her in this dream. If she tightened her muscles a little more she’d break into another orgasm, spending whatever little energy she had left.
His hot mouth closed around one breast suckling it gently, lapping at her nipple as his hand stroked her other breast, practiced fingers pinching at her nipple, puckering it. Determined to give herself release, Ariel pulled her arms down, finding them securely fastened to the bedpost. She opened her eyes, blinking a few times to focus on her surroundings and the man hovering over her. No wonder it felt better than any dream.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” Colin smiled, leaning in to kiss her. His kiss wasn’t hot and urgent, but sweet. Her body arched against his, craving the contact of skin on skin. The pull on her arms reminded her hands were secured to the bedpost.
“Colin, what are you doing?” Ariel looked down her body. A pool of heat sat low in her belly at the warmth of his naked body on top of hers. He’d unbuttoned the front of her dress and parted it in half along her sides while she’d been asleep.
“Unless you’re with me, you have to wear a bra at all times.” He bit down on her nipple, his mouth a sweet torture on her. She gasped at the pain, trying to suppress a laugh, a giggle escaping her, as his words played in her mind.
“Oh, you think it’s funny.” Colin clamped down his teeth on her other nipple.
“No,” she cried and another giggled eluded her.
His fingers nipped her clit. “It’s
not funny, Ariel.”
She jerked, finding her ankles also confined to the bedpost. Ariel groaned in frustration. “You can’t do this.”
Colin laughed and looked down at her. “What are you going to do? Run?” His fingers entered her, his thumb circling her bud. “You like this?”
Oh, God, did she like it? The restraints limited her movements. She wanted to end it, needed Colin to give it to her. Now.
“Gorgeous?” he asked at her silent response, dragging his fingers up her belly, leaving a wet path along the way until reaching her lips.
Gosh, did he have to make her suffer this way? Ariel opened her mouth, ready to suck his fingers. Her mouth watered with the anticipation of tasting herself.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. No, gorgeous.” He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them. “Mm … you’re as decadent as I knew you’d be.”
She angled her hips in an effort to close her legs—even a small fraction—to bring herself some relief. Colin gave her a wicked grin and gripped her thighs, spreading them further apart until his face hovered between her thighs.
“Colin, I can’t take this.”
“Ssh. I want taste every inch of you while I’m at it.” He blew at her core. Her lips contracted causing her juices to leak out of her entrance. “So beautiful,” Colin whispered, licking her.
“Oh fuck.” Ariel arched her back.
He held her thighs in place as his scorching tongue explored her, tracing her folds, driving into her entrance, drinking from her. The restraints added to her aroused state. Every time she pulled, he licked, driving her mad with need. After this night, she’d be officially spoiled for any other man. There’d never be a man like Colin.
Ariel moaned when his mouth covered her core in its entirety. He lapped at her clit, his teeth grazing it. Her orgasm came in a series of waves from opposite directions in her body, meeting at the center of her pussy, right where his tongue rocked her world. She never thought herself a screamer until loud cries left her lips. Ariel tossed her head from side to side. Her body trembled, leaving her out of breath when his tongue coaxed another orgasm out of her.
Colin pulled a condom from one of the pockets of his pants, sheathed himself and plunged into her. He hovered over her, his forearms supporting his weight. “Come for me again, darling,” he whispered, catching her mouth with his.
Her body quivered under his, her orgasm hadn’t yet diminished. Ariel couldn’t come again, she tried telling him, but her words were lost on his lips when he kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth. Colin thrust into her, slow and easy, drawing out his movements, each time his cock reaching deep inside her.
She rocked her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust until she couldn’t. Her body vibrated from head to toe in the longest orgasm ever. Ariel couldn’t tell when the last one ended and the new one began, or if it’d lengthened the previous one. Somewhere along the way she’d gotten lost in ecstasy haven. Colin kept his rhythm until her body stopped shaking. He withdrew from her and removed his condom.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“I want to come on you.” Colin straddled her, positioning his cock between her breasts. He squeezed her breasts, bringing them close together to cradle him, then slid his shaft in and out of the channel he’d formed.
Ariel wet her lips, wishing she wasn’t restrained so she could suck him into her mouth. Next time he’d be the one confined. His growl sounded almost savage when hot cum spurted from his cock. His cum rolled down her breasts, leaving a hot trail that cooled off too soon, making her well aware of the mess he’d made on her. She didn’t care. Colin restraining her to the bedpost, making love to her, outdid all of her dreams.
Colin loosened the belt confining her arms. He rubbed her wrists, placing a kiss in each of them before doing the same thing with her ankles.
“You used my scarf?” Ariel asked in disbelief.
He grinned. “You can’t blame me for my creativity.” Colin winked at her and headed to the bathroom comfortable in his naked state. “How long do you think it’ll take you to pack?” He returned with towels in hand, sitting next to her on the bed.
“I still have two weeks—”
“No. I won’t have it. You won’t stay here another day. This place isn’t safe.” Colin cleaned her breasts with the towel.
“What will keep me safe from you?” Ariel asked.
His hands stilled and he looked at her. “You’ll always be safe with me. I want you to know that. Never forget.”
The sincerity in his eyes let her see the side of Colin he tried hard to hide. “Let’s hit the shower.” Ariel said, trying to lighten up the mood, ignoring the mixed feelings squeezing her chest.
His upper lip curled into a lopsided smile. “Yeah. I’m afraid I made a mess on you.”
Ariel snatched the towel from his hand and tossed it at him. “You, Mozart, will pay for this,” she said, giggling as he pulled her from the bed and carried her to the bathroom.
Chapter Seven
Colin glanced around Gérard’s sitting room, welcoming the short afternoon break from rehearsal. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. It’d taken some work to convince Ariel not to spend the past two weeks at the cottage and move in to his house. He’d never have guessed sweet little Ariel to be so bloody stubborn.
His housekeeper readied one of the best guestrooms for Ariel to use on the opposite wing of his bedroom. Not convenient at all when Colin planned to visit Ariel every night, if she allowed it. He bet Lola did it to annoy him. Damn woman.
“A penny for your thoughts.” Gérard slapped him on the back. “If I didn’t know you better I’d say you’re smitten with Ariel.”
Colin glanced at his friend. Gérard took a seat on the lush chair across from him and crossed his ankle over his knee. Colin wasn’t about to fall into Gérard’s trap. He liked having Ariel close, but it didn’t mean he was love-struck. He wasn’t. Ariel … she … She stirred things in him. In no way did it mean he’d fall head over heels for a woman a second time. No. He’d learnt his lesson long ago, and didn’t need a reminder of the pain a broken heart and betrayal caused. Colin wouldn’t put himself in such a situation ever again.
“Well?” Gérard gestured with his hands.
He cursed under his breath. “Well, what?” Colin hadn’t been in the mood to mingle with the rest of the musicians during their break, so he’d opted for hiding out in one of Gérard’s rooms. It’d helped him so much. Not. He wished for solitude, he got company instead.
Gérard smirked. “How are rehearsals going?”
He considered his response for a moment. “Great. All is going according to plan, I guess.”
“You guess? Do you want me to tell you what I think?” Gérard asked.
“No.” Colin tapped his fingers on his leg, turning his head in the direction of a sound at the door.
“Good, I’ll tell you anyway. I—”
“Hello, my favorite brother.” Julianne stood at the door, a smile on her face.
Colin grinned. “As I recall I’m the only brother you have.”
Gérard looked up, fixing his gaze on Julianne.
Colin cleared his throat. “Weren’t you going to tell me something, Gérard?” He eyed his sister then his friend, finding it interesting both grew too quiet for his liking. Those two never shut up. What the hell?
“Um, right—”
“Don’t you listen to a word he says.” Julianne walked toward Colin with open arms.
He rose from his seat and embraced his little sister in a hug. It’d been a while since he’d last seen her. Julianne’s unexpected visit took him by surprise.
“Why shouldn’t he listen to me?” Gérard asked, breaking their little family reunion.
Julianne stepped back to face Gérard. “Why? You can’t be trusted, Gérard Laurent.”
“That’s a lie and you know it.” Gérard stood, narrowing his eyes at Julianne.
“Why don’t you two kiss and make up?” Logan strode in
the room.
Christ. What was this? A freaking gathering of sorts? Colin blinked as Logan’s words dawned on him. “You better stay away from my sister.” He stared at Gérard.
“You can’t trust someone who lies.” Julianne raised her brow. An air of superiority surrounded her.
Gérard took a step forward. “Omitting truths isn’t lying.”
“If omitting truths isn’t lying, I wonder what your definition of lie is,” Logan said.
“Who lied to whom?” Colin looked at them one by one.
“What the hell are you both doing in my house anyway?” Gérard looked from Julianne to Logan and back. “Last time I checked you weren’t musicians, and no one else but them are allowed in and out of my house during the day. Do I need to fire my butler for letting you in?”
“Stop trying to be funny, Gérard. You suck at it,” Julianne said.
“What the fuck is going on?” Colin asked.
“Gérard, call him brother already, won’t you? You’ll make us all a favor.” Logan took a seat, a look of annoyance on his face.
“Shut up, Logan,” Gérard said.
“Yes, shut it, Logan,” Julianne said.
Everyone went quiet for a moment, thank goodness. It’d gone from peaceful to chaotic in mere minutes. Colin preferred not to learn whatever his sister and Gérard were up to. He wasn’t ready to deal with anything close to what he imagined it’d be.
“Tell me, Colin, who is this girl I have to give my thanks to for getting you out of your cave?” Julianne broke the silence.
“She’s a fantastic woman, if you ask me,” Logan said.
Colin gave Logan a side glance. “Ariel,” he said.
“Ooh, what a pretty name. I must meet her.” Enthusiasm lit up Julianne’s face.