A Valentine Destiny [Holidays in Destiny 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Chloe Lang

  Brock’s face darkened. “None of that was your fault, Grace. You were innocent.”

  “Innocent about that, but not about everything that followed. I learned early on that kicking a grown man in the balls stops them. I was always sent to another home, because those creeps blamed me for what had happened. Another scar. Are you getting the picture, Brock? I’m not perfect. I was broken, too.”

  He grabbed her hands and gazed into her eyes. But he didn’t say anything. It was clear to her that he wanted her to continue.

  She sighed, feeling the weight of all those dark years again. “Not all my foster parents were bad. There were good ones, too. Many. But I didn’t care. I never gave any of them a chance. I was mean to them, always pushing them away. I became harder and harder to handle, always lashing out. I started shoplifting. Not because I wanted anything, but just for the thrill of it. I didn’t have any friends. Didn’t want any. I knew that in a month or two I would be shipped off to another house, another set of foster parents. I was angry and didn’t trust anyone. I felt so alone. The other orphans in the houses I grew up in feared me because of how mean I was to them. I ended up in trouble after hotwiring my last foster mother’s car and the court sent me to a juvenile camp for girls. So you see, Brock, we both have scars.” She touched his face, as tears filled her eyes. “We both have reasons to look in the mirror and think we don’t deserve happiness. But we at least deserve a chance.”

  He lightly brushed his lips to hers, delivering a tender kiss. “I’m so sorry for all you had to go through. No child should have to suffer what you had to.”

  “You suffered, too, Brock. I’ve told you about my scars. Tell me about yours.”

  “That’s why I came, Grace. Cooper and I were stationed in Afghanistan.” He told her about how their vehicle had been blown up and how rebels had captured him. “They were cruel from the outset. That first night every one of them kicked me in the gut. When their commander arrived the next day, a whip replaced the kicks. Night after night, the rebels tried new methods of torture on me. Knives. Hammers. Electricity. Whatever their evil minds could devise, they did to me. Whenever I started to fall asleep, they would throw ice-cold water in my face. They told me that all I had to do was sign a piece of paper denouncing the United States. But I’d taken an oath to uphold the Constitution. It was my country. My home. Even in my most desperate hour I could not bring myself to sign that paper. Their commander was enraged and made it his mission to break me. His whippings became a regular part of my existence. My body was ripped to shreds.” He lifted his shirt for her again.

  She gazed at his scars, reaching out to touch them. Now that she knew the pain he’d endured, she understood. “How long were you a prisoner?”

  “Six months, though it felt like an eternity. Cooper led a team that rescued me and four others. The rebels had a total of five prisoners, but I had never seen the others. Two died before the extraction. The rest of us remained in the hospital for months. We were malnourished and in bad shape. I was the last to be released. But even though my body was healed, my mind took a little longer. Actually, until coming to Destiny and seeing Sam I had nightmares about being captured almost every night. They’re gone now, thank God. I fully recovered, Grace. But I’ve been a fool letting these horrible scars come between you and me.” He touched her on the cheek. “You’re right. We do deserve a chance at happiness. I love you, Grace.”

  “Oh, Brock. I’ve waited so long to hear you say that. I love you, too.”

  He pulled her in tight, kissing her deeply. “I want to be with you forever. I want to build a future with you, me, and Cooper.”

  She ran her fingers over his square jaw. “That’s what I want, too. I love you so very much.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Brock had never heard anything more beautiful than Grace confessing that she loved him. Nine months of constraint, pushing his desire for her deep down inside him, were no more. He was free. Free to make love to the woman of his dreams.

  He gazed at her. She smiled. Without hesitation, he devoured her mouth and sent his tongue into her. Crazed with want, he pulled her in closer, melding their bodies together as tight as possible. This was their first intimate expression, his mouth conquering her soft lips. But there would be more. Many more.

  Still locked in the most sensual kiss he’d ever experienced, he felt her frantic attempt to unbutton his shirt, which caused his normally ever-present control to vanish.

  His hunger roared. He wanted her. Wanted all of her. Wanted to hear her moans of pleasure. To see her trembling with delight. To taste her delicious nectar. To inhale her sweet scents. To feel her writhing under him, lost to the orgasm he would give her.

  Something so very primal rose up inside him. The chains were gone. The beast was unleashed. He began kissing her neck and moving his hands over her body.

  “Damn these buttons.” Her voice was heavy-laden with passion.

  He looked at her face, which was flushed. Her lips trembled.

  He ripped his off shirt, and buttons flew everywhere. “Let me help.” He reached for her blouse, and they continued wildly undressing each other.

  She seemed as starved for him as he was for her.

  He guided her to stretch out on the sofa and covered her naked body with his own. “God, you feel so soft, Grace.” His cock had never felt so hard, his balls so heavy.

  Ablaze with unrestrained fervor, he bit down on her taut nipples. She scraped her fingernails on his back, which only fueled him more. They were unchecked and spontaneous. He swallowed her breasts and she moaned, wrapping her arms and legs around his body.

  Her scent filled the room. Orange blossoms and sex.

  The dam had broken. There was no holding back. It wasn’t possible. Too long they had waited for this moment that they both craved.

  “Please, Brock. I need you. I need you inside me.” Her breathy request severed the last remaining thread of his self-control.

  He thrust his cock into her sweet, tight pussy.

  “Yes. Yes. God. Yes.” Her uncontrollable writhing under him inflamed him beyond reason.

  “You feel so good, baby. That’s it. Tighten down on my cock with your pussy as hard as you can.” He slammed into her, again and again, going deeper with each stroke.

  She raised her hips higher, clearly trying to take more of him. “Oh…I’m…coming…Brock. Yes. Feels so good.”

  Rampant with need, he closed his eyes. His entire body tightened and he plunged into her pussy one more time.

  Coming in her was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. There wasn’t anything inside him that wasn’t present and alive, awake and on fire.

  He held her tight for a time, as their breathing quieted and their bodies calmed.

  When he opened his eyes, he found the most beautiful woman in the world gazing back at him. “I love you, Grace, more than I thought I could love anyone.”

  She leaned up into him and brushed her lips against his chest. “I love you, my hero.”

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  Grace held on tight to Brock, kissing his neck. “I’ve never let loose like that before. That was wild.”

  “Yes, it was, baby. We were out of control. Both of us.”

  “It was amazing and unforgettable.”

  He smiled. “We’ve wanted each other for so long. And now I have you. I’m never letting you go, Grace. This is forever.”

  “Yes. Forever.”

  He lifted her off the sofa and into his arms. “We’re going to finish this in the bedroom, baby.” He brushed his lips tenderly over hers as he carried her to the bed.

  Slowly, he lowered her down to the mattress, deepening the kiss. He grabbed her hands, gently pulling them over her head so she could not move them.

  He ravished her mouth and then released one of her hands.

  “Touch me,” he commanded in a tone everything inside her instantly responded to.

  He was now in control. She loved the Dom inside him.

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nbsp; She ran her hand down his body, feeling every muscle, until she touched the tip of his dick. Hoping to spur him on, she whispered as innocently as she could, “Like this, Sir?”

  “You know what I want, sub.” His eyes narrowed and he clamped down on one of her nipples with his teeth. “Give me what I want. Touch me the right way. Wrap your delicate fingers around my hard cock. Now.”

  She trembled with delight, enjoying every dominating word from him. “Yes, Sir.”

  His dick was so thick she couldn’t bring her fingers together. She wanted to know how long he was, so she stretched out her hand, trying to measure him. But his cock was longer than her fingers.

  He laughed. “I’ll save you the trouble, sweet sub. I’m ten inches.”

  “Oh my God,” she blurted out. “No wonder you were so good.”

  He released her other hand. “Cup my balls, baby. Explore me with your hands.”

  Keeping hold of his shaft, she brought her other hand down. Gently, she squeezed his balls.

  He shifted his body up the bed, until her lips were next to his cock. “Now taste me.”

  “Yes, Sir.” With both her hands holding him, she swirled her tongue over his tip, drinking down the single drop of saltiness that sat there.

  “That’s good, baby. Perfect.” His praise sounded like warm honey to her ears. “Swallow me.”

  She obeyed instantly, lost to his domination. While cradling his balls and squeezing his cock, she slid her lips down his shaft as far as she could. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat and she pulled her head back slightly, breathing through her nose.

  She loved feeling his hands in her hair. He tugged on her locks slightly, a gentle reminder that he was in charge.

  “Feels good, baby. That’s perfect. Your sweet mouth is driving me crazy.” He kissed the top of her head. “Release me for a second.”

  Again, she could not resist him anything. Slowly, she slipped her mouth off of him. “Like this, Sir.”

  “Just like that, baby.” He flipped around on the bed, moving his body so that they were side by side in a perfect sixty-nine position. “Now you can suck me again.”

  She swallowed him once more and felt him drag his tongue over her pussy.

  He grabbed one of her ankles and lifted her leg over his shoulder, parting her wide. She could feel the heat of his breath skating over her swollen folds. Her pussy ached and her clit throbbed.

  He pressed his lips to her pussy, delivering the most intimate kiss. Then he drank from her, bathing her flesh with his wicked mouth. “God, you taste so good.”

  Her body was burning and his words urged her on. She sucked on his cock, sliding up and down his shaft. She wrapped her arms around him, grabbing his ass, which was firm just like the rest of him. The pressure, deep inside her, amplified to a fiery pitch.

  She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and then released him for a second. “I can’t take much more, Sir.” Then she latched on again.

  “Go ahead, baby. Give yourself over to your orgasm. Drown me in your sweet cream.”

  And like all his other commands, this one, too, she could not refuse. She exploded as the pressure released, sending electricity through her. Wild spasms spread from her pussy through her entire body.

  As her contractions continued, she heard him say, “I’m coming, too, baby.”

  She tightened her lips around him and sucked as hard as she could until her cheeks hollowed out. She felt his hot liquid hit the back of her throat and she drank down every drop.

  Brock rolled onto his back. “Flip around, baby, and get on top of me. I just want to feel your body on mine.”

  “Yes, Sir. I want to feel yours, too.” Still vibrating from the climax he’d given her, she climbed on top of him and laid her head on his shoulder.

  He stroked her hair. “I’m so happy, sweetheart. I finally feel complete and whole again.”

  “And I feel safe and secure in your arms.”

  He cupped her chin and tilted her head until she was looking up at him. “You are so beautiful.”

  She traced the little scar above his eye. “And you are so handsome.”

  “I love you, Grace.” He kissed her, and she tasted forever on his lips.

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  Brock continued running his hands through Grace’s long, silky red hair. Having her naked body on him was a dream come true. There would be many more nights like this one. He would make sure of that. “I love you so much, Grace. I’m so happy lying here beside you.”

  “I love you, too.” She kissed him lightly. “Wow. You’re amazing at making love.”

  “That’s the secret, sweetheart. We are in love. Sex is good. Sex with love is out of this world.” He traced her lush lips with his finger.

  “I still can’t believe this is real.”

  He smiled. “It’s real. Trust me.”

  “I do trust you, Brock.” She gazed at him with her beautiful, big, green eyes. “I trust you completely.”

  He pulled her in tight. “Damn, woman, how did I ever live without you?”

  “I don’t know, but you won’t ever have to worry about that again.” She snuggled her body into his. “We have so much more to learn about each other.”

  “Like what?”

  “Chinese food is my favorite food. Did you know that?”

  “Actually, I do know that. I’ve been with the CIA for a very long time. Your favorite dish at Phong’s Wok is Sesame Chicken with steamed rice, correct?”

  “Have you been stalking me, Agent Grayson?”

  He grinned. “It’s Officer Grayson, sweetheart. Agents are in the FBI not the CIA.”

  She laughed. “You didn’t answer my question, mister.”

  “Let’s just say that since you arrived I’ve been keeping an eye on you. For your protection only, of course.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Now, I get to keep my hands on you, and I like that much better, don’t you?”

  “Very much, Officer Grayson. So you know about my favorite food. What do you want to ask me?”

  “You never told me how old you were when you went to juvie.”

  “I was a fifteen-year-old hellion when I was sent there. It took me six months to realize that I was ruining my life. They sent me to Miss Hughes, a new counselor at the center. That’s when I turned my life around, thanks to her. She’s the reason I chose to go into psychology. I wanted to help children who were going through what I had been through, like the boys at the ranch.”

  “How long were you there?”

  “Until I finished high school.”

  “What happened after you got out?”

  “I went right into college, determined to become a psychologist. I got a part-time job and student loans my first year. For the remaining three years of my undergrad I was awarded full scholarships for my academic performance. I was so driven and applied to several prestigious graduate schools. Everyone accepted me, but I chose to go to Miss Hughes’ alma mater, SMU in Dallas. Because of my determination I graduated Summa Cum Laude with both my Master’s and Doctorate.”

  Pride for her swelled inside him. “My girl is a genius.”

  “Not a genius, just a hard worker. And my guy is a hero.”

  “Not a hero, just a dedicated soldier. Tell me more, sweetheart. What happened after you got your doctoral degree?”

  “I worked for the juvenile court system in Dallas. After a few years, I grew tired of the big city. So when I heard about the job at the Boys Ranch in Destiny, I jumped at the chance to come here.” She kissed him again. “I’m sure glad I did. Now, my turn.”

  “Your turn?”

  She grinned. “To ask you questions. What was your childhood like?”

  “Norman Rockwell-ish. I was the oldest of three. Two younger sisters. Mom and Dad had a farm in Arkansas. Still do. My sisters are both married with kids. I’m anxious for you to meet all of them.”

  “Me, too. Next question—”

  “Questions
will have to wait, sweetheart.” He pinched her nipples, and loved seeing her catch her breath. “I’ve got something else in mind for now.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Grace opened her eyes and stretched on the bed. She was so happy, happier than she’d ever been in her entire life. Brock had brought her flowers. They had told each other their darkest secrets. Brock’s walls were gone. He’d let her in. The horror he’d suffered and survived was incredible. He was a hero. My hero. His scars were his medals of honor, and with all her heart she loved the soldier who wore them.

  Where is Brock?

  She looked at the clock on her nightstand and sat up. 1:30 PM. “It can’t be that late.” But she knew it was. Brock had made love to her all night long. And her sleep that followed was the best she’d ever had.

  She smelled coffee. He had to be in the kitchen. Was he making breakfast for her like Cooper had? Breakfast this late? She grinned.

  She needed to call Cooper and let him know that everything was fine, just like he said it would be.

  She put on her robe and slippers and walked to find Brock. The kitchen was empty. Where is he? By the coffee pot were the roses Brock had brought her—and a note.

  Good morning, Grace.

  Coop is back. Talked to him on the phone and told him our good news. Have gone to meet him. Today is Valentine’s Day, sweetheart. Planning a big surprise for you at the club tonight. Be ready for us to pick you up at 7.

  Love,

  Brock

  “It’s Valentine’s Day. My first one being in love.” Giddy with excitement about her surprise, she couldn’t stop smiling. “I’m in love and they love me.”

  Anxious to find Valentine’s gifts for Cooper and Brock, she ran back to her closet. She wanted to surprise them, too.

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