I handed Rain the packet. She torn it open and with expert precision rolled it down onto my full erection. Rain bit her lip and smiled shyly as she always did when I made her put it on me.
“Turn over and put that pretty little ass in the air for me, baby.”
She said nothing. She did as she was told.
I pushed her arms up over her head and in front of her. She squeeze the pillows to brace herself. She knew that when she said for me to fuck her, I would oblige. It wasn’t going to be soft love making. It would be powerful. I fully intended on showing her that I owned her body, owned her pussy and someday soon I would own her ass.
I hovered over her wet swollen pink sex and without warning, I buried myself deep and hard inside of her. Her gasp was swift and sexy. Yeah, I had her right where I wanted her. Shit, she had me too.
I pressed her back down and pushed my body forward. My rhythm showed that I clearly was going to come and so was Rain. I couldn’t hold on any longer I needed my release. I exploded while inside of her. She followed immediately after me. Fuck, I really wanted her to come first. Well, like I said, it was five weeks too long.
I pulled out still hard, covered with her orgasm. I didn’t move away. I kept her still and light skimmed my cock over her forbidden opening. Her exposed skin revealed goosebumps. She was scared and it was too soon after everything that happened to her. I left it be.
“Someday, Mrs. Kane. Someday soon, I’ll have that too.”
“That I have no doubt, Mr. Kane.”Rain said as she wiggled out from under me and pulled me forward so I was laying on top of her. Her grin was mischievous. She wanted to explore that part of our sex life as much as me.
For now, we laid together content, enjoying the moment we were in. We were relaxed. Our babies were sleeping, healthy. Rain had a small sexy smile playing on her face.
“What’s that smile for, baby?”
“For you, Dominick. Always.”
“Good. I always want to make you smile like that.”I confessed.
“Don’t worry. You always will.”She reassured me.
We stayed like this for a long time and just as we were about to drift off to sleep clinging to each other’s bodies, Rain’s phone buzzed.
I took it quickly to see who could possibly be calling my wife at this late hour.
“Raven.”She stated without question.
I grimaced when I looked at the screen and saw she was right. Raven had been calling a great deal recently, since her break up with Michael and her liaison with Conte.
I handed my wife the phone and left our bed to get cleaned up. I knew where Raven was concerned this could take awhile.
“Raven, what is it now?”Rain’s frustration was evident.
From the bathroom I could hear Rain’s twin. She was loud and cackling through the speaker. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but by the look of my wife’s expression as I walked back into the room, it was the same old shit.
She probably wanted to know what to do. Should she try to go back with Michael? Should she fuck Conte again? Should she walk away from both of them and find a new unsuspecting man to harass? This was her constant verbiage. I for one felt it was getting old, but Rain handled it in a very different way. One that stopped her in her tracks this time.
“Raven, this is old news. You keep asking what to do. I told you what to do. Stay away from both of them. Take a real vacation….ALONE. Clear your head and then decide how to proceed.”
“Rain, you're always annoyed when I call you. Why is that?”She seemed insulted.
My baby grinned. I smiled. Here comes Raven’s wake up call.
“Because you call every time I’m fucking my husband hard, Raven.”
Rain removed the phone away from her ear so I could her sister’s screams in the background. She looked at me and laughed. Then she disconnected from her and threw the phone in the nightstand drawer.
I looked at her and smiled.
“I don’t think she’ll be calling me back anytime soon.”She giggled.
“How did I get so lucky?”I asked her.
“What?”She seemed bemused.
“How did I get so lucky to choose the right girl?”
“It wasn’t luck, Mr. Kane.”She teased.
“What would you call it then?”I asked.
“It was an act of a lost man that needed to be found. Found by a lost girl that wanted to be rescued.”My wife made perfect sense.
“You make it sound so romantic.”My voice was soft.
“In the end, it is. It was fate.”She smiled, kiss my lips briefly and left to clean up and check on our babies.
I walked over to the fireplace. I took the glass of Brandy that I had left there earlier and brought it to my lips. The warm liquid washed over me. I reflected on the photograph Rain took of me years before we met. She had no idea who I was. I had to research and study who she could possibly be to me. How she would help me get Kane & Medici back.
Now all of it was out in the open and we came together in a much different way than I had imagined it would be. A much better way. We went through a great deal in a year and we came out united on the other side. Maybe not fully whole, but what couple ever is?
We were a family and Rain protected her family at any cost.
Do I have any regrets? Should I have done things differently? Perhaps, but I’m not a man that’s built that way. I took what I wanted for all the wrong reasons, but in the end got something I wasn’t even looking for.
I got‘My Somewhere’.
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
There are so many people to thank on this journey that I’m taking. First and foremost I need to thank God. He has gotten me through a tough couple of years and this one being the roughest for our family, with the loss of my sister-in-law, Mary, to ovarian cancer.
And if that wasn’t enough, I lost my Dobie Girl, Blue. She was my constant companion and showed me the meaning of her unconditional love every single day for the 13 years that we were together. I miss you terribly, but you never gave up, no matter how tough it got. I know, I need to do the same.
I need to thank the ladies of my street team, Cleo’s Wild Roses: Tracy Comerford Smith, Lisa Hedden Misak, Jessica Adkin Charles, Brooke Kroner,Yolanda March, Rebecca Rohman, Natalie Given Catalano, Jenna Schmitt, Angela Hamlyn, Sonia Martinez, Maria DelaCruz, Lori Sheirer, Wendi Buckley Galbreath, Tracy Gieseke Saliola, Erin Thompson, Tricia Gower Wilkins, Bobbi Vaughn-Reader, Maggie Comerford, Tracy Gumke Brewer, Mariela Bustos, Lindsay Thibodaux, Teri-Lynn Jeavons, Lucy Lala, Sadie Munerlyn, Trish Connors Angeli, Charmaine Butler, Holly Michelle Morales, Kaylee Lovering and Nikki Ann Scornavacca. You are always there for me personally and professionally. Your support, but most of all your friendship is so important to me that even words can't even describe it.
Thank you to my beta readers for giving me your honest opinion and advice, so that I can grow even further in my writing.
To the many bloggers (friends) who have given me a chance with Miss Taken and now, with Identity. There are just so many of you and I don't want to miss out on anyone, but you must know that I totally get your love for this industry and without you, being a newer author would be an even more difficult challenge. It’s you that post us daily and get us and our books in the hands of readers. For this and your support, I’m so grateful.
And lastly, but definitely not least, to my readers……You have amazed me constantly. With the letters you send me, the reviews and the all of the postings to get my work out there. It means everything. The time you take to read my work and do all of the things you do, never goes unnoticed. I couldn’t be more grateful for your support.
Thanks everyone, so very much.
Love, Cleo xo
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
This is Cleo’s second novel in the Miss Taken Identity Series. Cleo was born and raised in New Jersey, which is where she still makes her home today.
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BOOKS by CLEO SCORNAVACCA
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Miss Taken (book 1)
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Sibling Rivalry (book 3) coming in 2015
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Identity: …………..People aren’t always who you believe them to be (Miss Taken Identity Series Book 2) Page 44