by S. E. Lund
Everlasting
The Unrestrained Series: Book Six
S. E. Lund
Acadian Publishing Limited
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
About the Author
Also by S. E. Lund
Chapter 1
KATE
Drake Morgan was the sexiest, most intelligent and most romantic man I'd ever met.
And he was mine – every beautiful inch of him.
He leaned against the hotel bar, his arms spread out on the counter behind him, one knee bent, his slick black boot on the foot rest. He wore a crisp white linen shirt, open a few buttons, over black leather jeans. I could see the thick metal belt buckle beneath his shirt, which was untucked. His leather jeans were slung low over a very ample package.
He watched me intently from under thick black lashes, his bangs falling in his eyes in this incredibly sexy way while he waited for the bartender to fix our drinks. The corner of his mouth quirked up in that characteristic way, a gleam in his blue blue eyes.
Before he went to the bar to order for us, he leaned down to me, his mouth by my ear. "I have so many plans for you tonight, Mrs. Morgan," he whispered. "I hope you're ready."
Of course, he had to know that his words would make me more than ready and in fact, just moments after he said those words, I was already wet and aching deep inside. I'd be so ready that I doubted it would take me any time to orgasm when he began touching me later that night. It had been over ten days since we made love – ten days during which time I'd been sick with a stomach bug and Sophie had been sleepless due to teething. Drake had been working five days straight, twelve hour shifts in the ER at UCSF, the evening shift from three in the afternoon to three in the morning.
We were both exhausted and feeling incredibly deprived of each other.
He returned to the table with our drinks and we held them up and clinked glasses.
"To us. To trying to make up for ten days of deprivation."
"To us," I replied and took a sip of my vodka cooler. Drake had a vodka martini with a twist of lime. We agreed to have one drink before dinner, then we'd go to the dining room and eat a meal and spend some time walking outside as the sun set. We were staying at the Ritz-Carleton in Half Moon Bay, which was a glorious hotel overlooking the ocean a few miles south of our place farther up the coast closer to San Francisco. We'd driven by it on our travels and had planned to come and stay for weeks.
Now here we were.
Drake promised me a night of pleasure. I knew he'd deliver.
Sophie was with my dad and Elaine at our new house along the coast. When we first moved to California, we'd originally located in Monterey to be close to my father but when Drake's supervisor asked him to work at UCSF instead of the hospital in Monterey because of a staffing issue in the ER, Drake had been willing. It meant he'd either commute the two hours each way five days a week or we'd have to move closer to San Francisco.
I hated the thought of Drake on the highway every day, so we found another house along the coast closer to SF. It meant we were farther away from my father and Elaine, but it was safer that way and less strain on Drake. His schedule was already grueling.
As a result, our trips to visit my father were less frequent but we made a point of driving down to spend time with them on Drake's days off. They drove up and stayed at our place every couple of weeks so that Drake and I could spend some alone time with each other.
My cell dinged to indicate an incoming text. I checked and saw it was from Elaine.
ELAINE: Sophie just went down. I gave her some Tylenol and she was happy to go to sleep. Just thought I'd let you know so you can relax.
I texted her right back after showing Drake my cell.
KATE: That's good to know. I hope you two are comfortable and have a good night. She usually sleeps through the night but sometimes, she wakes up especially now that she's teething.
ELAINE: We'll be fine. You two enjoy yourself. Drake works so hard and long and you've been sick so you need grownup time.
KATE: We do. Thanks so much. Give my dad our love.
ELAINE: I will.
I smiled and put my cell away.
"Thank God, they're so willing to sit for us or we'd probably never get a night alone."
"They love it," Drake said and popped a pretzel into his mouth from the bowl on our table. "Don't kid yourself. Elaine loves indulging herself by looking after Sophie. And Ethan wants to get as much Sophie time in as he can."
Drake didn't say because he's worried about how long he has left to live but I knew what Drake was thinking. My father had fallen and had a stroke that left him partially paralyzed. He wanted to spend whatever time he had left in a warm climate so he could spend more time outside. We'd moved to California to be closer to him and to Liam, who was living in San Francisco with Maureen and Chris.
We'd been in our new place just south of San Francisco for two months, getting settled after a brief stay in Monterey. Everything was still all new and felt like we were on an extended vacation – except for the long hours Drake worked in the ER. Other than that, when he had his five days off, we were adjusting but we'd barely had any time alone since we arrived. It was the fate of most new parents and we were no different.
We had a nice meal, and then walked hand in hand along the cliff that bordered the ocean in Half Moon Bay. Down below, the waves crashed against the beach. We watched the moon setting and the stars peeking out from thin noctilucent clouds.
Drake took my hand and kissed my knuckles, looking deep into my eyes.
"Time to go back, Katherine."
That was the signal that I was to fall into submissive mode with him and I was surprised, because we hadn't done a scene for so long, I could barely remember how to do it.
I didn’t say anything, but I smiled, a thrill going through my body at the thought Drake was going to take thorough control over me, which I knew meant a night of pleasure.
He pulled me against him so that I could feel his body. "I hope you'll remember your manners," he said, his eyes narrowed. "Or I might have to punish you."
I widened my eyes, trying to act confused.
"Punish me, Sir?" I said, innocently. "I leave that up to you."
"Yes," he said and ran a hand down my back to my buttocks, which he gripped firmly through the thin fabric of my sundress. "I might have to deny you an orgasm. Only two instead of three."
"That would be so cruel, Sir. I assure you that I will obey you in all things from here on in."
I leaned against him, looking up into his eyes, wh
ich were heated.
"I hope so," he replied. "Because I was planning on making you come at least three times and I don't like to have to change my plans."
"I'm yours," I said, resting my head against his shoulder. "To do with as you please, Sir."
"You are, Ms. Bennet. You are."
I was.
I was so totally his that my knees were weak at the prospect of us doing a scene. As we made our way back to the hotel, I wondered what he'd do because I hadn’t seen him pack any implements and saw no ties in his suitcase.
What could he do that would involve kink?
As much as I wanted to ask him what he had planned, I didn't. That wouldn't be keeping in character and showing proper submission to his desires. Whatever he planned, I knew I'd enjoy it so I finally just let myself go, turned off my mind, and let him lead me back to the hotel, our hands clasped. He took me to the bank of elevators and we waited for the next one to come when we saw another couple enter the one that opened.
"We'll wait," Drake said and pulled me over to the wall across from the bank of elevators. He stood facing me, his eyes glued to mine, one hand on the wall beside my head.
When the next elevator arrived and we were alone, we got inside and as soon as the doors closed and Drake had entered our floor number, he turned to me and pressed me back against the wall.
He kissed me, one hand sliding up along my thigh to my hip and then my breast.
I couldn't help but see the security camera in the corner of the elevator.
"Drake," I whispered, tilting my head to the side, trying to alert him about its presence.
"Shhh," he commanded.
"But—."
He held a finger up to my mouth, his eyes intense. "Katherine..."
Then he began kissing me again and I shut my eyes, trying to obey.
"It'll give them a thrill," he murmured against my neck, his tongue wet against the skin at the base of my throat. He pressed his hips against me so I could feel his erection and that sent a huge wave of lust through me, making me dizzy.
When the elevator chimed, indicating we'd reached our floor, Drake moved away, leaving me breathless with desire.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me outside and I couldn't help but smile at the thought that some security guard sitting in a small dark room in the parking garage might see us and imagine what was going to happen next.
I doubted they'd be able to guess because even I had no idea.
Drake unlocked the door to our hotel room, which was the deluxe suite with a panoramic view of the ocean and a private balcony. It was far larger than we needed but it was private and it had an amazing view
Drake pulled me inside, closing the door behind him after putting the DO NOT DISTURB marker on the handle.
He didn't waste any time, pushing me through the entry and living room to the huge bedroom with windows overlooking the ocean. We were on the top floor and had a magnificent view of the ocean and sunset. It was marvelous.
I didn't get any time to appreciate the view nor did I want the time. Instead, I was focused on Drake, on his hands on my body, his lips on my jaw, my chin, my throat. I was at the side of the bed before I could even take off my sandals. When I reached down to remove them, he stopped me.
"No, don't," he said and stepped back a few feet, his arms crossed, his expression like a wolf about to devour his prey. "Keep them on."
I stopped and stood up straight, waiting.
"Pull down one strap."
I did and he stepped closer, his fingers trailing down from my jaw to my neck and then tracing lightly over the swell of my breast. I smiled as he began kissing my neck and jaw, closing my eyes and letting him do whatever he wanted to me. He slipped the other strap down and pulled it lower, kissing the other breast while one hand cupped it.
"Did I ever tell you that your breasts are perfect?"
He glanced up in my eyes while he exposed my entire breast, my nipple hardening in the cool air. While he kept his eyes locked with mine, he took my nipple between his finger and thumb and tweaked it, eliciting a gasp of breath from me. He repeated this with my other strap of my sundress, so that both my breasts were fully exposed.
"Perfect," he said and stood there, his knee between my thighs, his eyes on my breasts, his hands cupping them. When he bent down and took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, my back arched in pleasure and I moaned softly in response.
"This is going to be fast," he said, his voice throaty. "I need you, now. Turn around so I can take your dress off."
I turned and waited while he unzipped my sundress and let it fall to the ground. I stood in my heels and thong, my breasts free with him standing close behind me.
"Take your thong off as well."
I did as he commanded, making sure to bend down extra deep and slowly remove my thong, pulling it off me and stepping out of it.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "You have a perfect ass and it's all mine."
I stood up straight, but he put one hand on my back and kept me bent over so I complied, waiting for him to do whatever he would do.
I heard the zhrrr of his zipper coming down and the jangle of his belt being unbuckled. He was going to fuck me, right then and there. No preliminaries.
I didn't need them at that point, my body already swollen and wet.
I felt him step closer behind me and then his hard cock slide against my pussy, the head stroking my clit. I couldn’t help but push back, wanting more stimulation.
"Stop," he said. "Let me do everything."
I stopped and closed my eyes, trying hard to stand still. I felt his arm go around my waist and his fingers find my folds, spreading me wide and the stroking his cock over my slit.
"Nice and wet," he said, his mouth beside my ear. "Almost ready."
He stroked his cock against me slowly, back and forth, until I was breathing rapidly, aching to feel him enter me and start to thrust. I wanted so badly to press back against him, to find the head of his cock and feel it press inside of me, but fought to obey his order to remain still.
"Do you want it?" Drake asked in a husky voice.
"Yes."
"Tell me what you want, Katherine."
"I want you to fuck me, Sir," I said, my voice shaky, remembering my manners.
"What else do you want?"
"I want to have an orgasm, Sir."
"You will have one, Katherine. You'll come on my cock while I fuck you. Do you want that?"
I gritted my teeth as he stopped his motions while he waited for my answer.
"Yes, please, Sir. Please let me come on your cock while you fuck me."
"You have my permission, but tell me when you're close. I want to time my own orgasm to come when you do."
"Yes, Sir," I said, biting my bottom lip, waiting for him to finally slide inside of me and give me the relief I needed.
He continued stroking his cock over me, rubbing the head against my clit while I remained bent over, my hands pressed against the wall in front of me. I smiled to myself, for as much as he suggested we'd do something kinky, he couldn't wait.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Katherine," he said and I felt the tip press against my pussy, searching for the entrance to my body. When he slipped inside a few inches, I groaned and couldn’t help but press back, wanting to feel him fill me up entirely.
"Stop," he said, his voice shaky. "Don't move."
I remained still and waited while he slid fully inside and remained like that, not moving. I knew he was relishing the sensation of filling me entirely. My body contracted around his length, hungry for sensation.
"You are impatient, Katherine," he said, a touch of amusement in his otherwise-aroused voice.
"I'm sorry, Sir," I said. "I need you, badly."
"I know what you need, Katherine.
"You do, Sir," I replied, my eyes closed, trying to keep a smile off my face. Luckily, he couldn't see my face, but I was certain he could hear the hint of humor in my voice, no matter how hard
I tried to sound contrite.
He leaned over me, one hand sliding around my body, his fingers on my clit. He began to stroke me while we stood still, our bodies joined, his cock inside me as deep as it could get.
"Nice and hard," he said when he stroked my clit, eliciting a delicious ache in my core. I would be quick, once he started thrusting.
When he removed his fingers, I groaned at the loss of sensation, but I was so ready that I didn’t need additional stimulation. It felt so good with him inside of me, filling me, that I knew it wouldn't take too long to come.
He gripped my hips and began thrusting, slowly at first – agonizingly slowly, withdrawing completely only to enter again, angling his cock so that the head struck a sensitive spot inside of me over and over. Soon, I felt that familiar buildup of sweetness inside my core, and I knew I would come with only a few more thrusts.
"I'm ready," I managed to say, forgetting to add the "Sir" part of the equation, but Drake seemed not to notice – or care – for he began to thrust in earnest now, pumping, entering me and filling me up. When my orgasm began, my whole body tensed as white hot pleasure coursed through me, spreading from my core down my legs and up into my chest.
"Oh, God," I gasped, my breath caught in my throat, my body spasming around his cock. He thrust harder, faster, with my hips still in his grip, then he slowed his motions and thrust slowly through his own orgasm, his body shuddering over top of me.
When he was finished, he slipped his arm around my waist and raised me up, supporting us both with a hand against the wall.
"Fuck, that was good," he said, his voice next to my ear.
"It was."
"I planned to tie you up and fuck you slowly, but I needed to fuck you fast and hard."