When my mind felt as clear as it ever would, I headed home, but I couldn’t bring myself to take the exit. The sun was just beginning to set as I pulled up to Rod’s house.
I sat staring up at the house. He was my best friend who had always prepared for the future. He had bought this house anticipating a family. Though he loved the feel of my bike, he chose to buy a Sedan. A family car. The crunching of numbers thrilled him. The delicate process of securing contracts and mergers made him happy.
How could I ever contribute? I wasn’t ready to be tied down. I didn’t want to talk about a future, whether it was what we expected next year or even tomorrow. My hand hovered over the key. Leaving would be the best option for the both of us. But then again, I couldn’t prove myself a coward to my father. I told him that he couldn’t have control and I meant it.
My chest felt like it was going to implode as I took those few steps to the front door. Everything felt as though I was trapped in slow motion as I lifted my hand to the door. I had been here hundreds of times and had thought nothing of it, but this time it felt like the first.
The two raps against the door were swallowed by my frantic heart. I shuffled from foot to foot as I waited.
“Yes,” I declared when Rod finally opened the door.
He stared at me for a moment, blinking rapidly, clearly caught off guard. I stood on the porch of his house, completely vulnerable to what lie ahead.
“Umm,” he drew out.
“I love you,” I said quickly, making sure I didn’t sabotage my own plan.
The silence that followed resonated in the pit of my stomach. I tried not to flinch or look away. I had decided that I was going to do this. Fighting him wasn’t working and we were too far gone to go back.
“Why?” he asked.
“What does that mean?” I had to work to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. He had been the one to ask me if I loved him. He never said he needed a reason.
“I need to know why now? Why is it so easy for you to say it today and not yesterday?” He cocked his head, waiting for an answer.
We still stood in the doorway, this entire conversation completely exposed to the world.
“I went to see my father,” I hated admitting that I had broken down and done the one thing that I had said from the day he was put in the ground was absolutely absurd.
“You did?” His eyes widened at my admission.
All I could do was nod. I was still shocked that I had done it. He was another problem I never wanted to confront.
“You. Love. Me,” he parroted my admission, each word coming out through shocked breaks.
“I do,” I nodded my head up and down, letting what I said sink in for both him and me.
He smiled a large toothy smile before pulling me into his arms and kissing me. His lips were soft and gentle, our tongues slowly probing and exploring. I could feel another smile threatening to break through the moment and I couldn’t help but smile, too.
“Where does this leave us?” he asked, rubbing his thumb across my cheek.
“Making out on your front porch in front of all your neighbors,” I answered, reminding him we were still in public.
“I don’t care,” he shook his head back and forth.
He patted my face, moving down to my shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I asked through small snorts of laughter.
“Making sure you are fucking real,” he breathed. “I had dreamed of this for so damn long and now that it is really happening, I have no clue if it is real.”
“I am not sure what is happening, but I can assure you this moment is real,” I gripped his chin, making sure we saw eye to eye. “All I know is that I love you and I am tired of fighting it. I don’t know if I am ready for a relationship, but I am willing to give myself up to this, wherever it may end up.” I leaned in, giving him a light peck on his lips.
Without a word, he pulled me into his entryway and I kicked the door shut behind us. Hand in hand, he guided me through his living room and down the hall to his room. My dick sprang to attention at the possibility of what came next.
“I want to make love to you,” he said, facing me in the middle of large bedroom. “Now that everything is out in the open, I want to make love to you,” he repeated, pulling his t-shirt over his head.
The urge to touch him was so strong, I couldn’t wait for his shirt to hit the floor before my hands were running over his chest. His skin was so smooth and perfect. I ran the pad of my thumb over a small scar on his left shoulder. I remembered exactly how he had gotten it.
“You didn’t even cry,” I whispered, remembering how the barbed wire had gotten stuck in his shirt, ripping into his skin.
“But you did,” he reminded me as he pulled my hand away, lacing his fingers through mine.
I remembered how I had cried as if I had been the one bleeding and in need of stitches. It was also the last time I had cried for anyone. Declan Steele Sr. had made sure that I understood men didn’t cry.
“How the times have changed. Now, do you want to help me out of this shirt?” I asked, wanting to keep myself in the now.
We took our timing stripping away the rest of our clothes, leaving them scattered across the hardwood of the floor. We took our time with every touch, caress and exploration.
His body thrummed as I ran my hands along the curve of his side, dipping down along the outline of his abs. I traced each nipple, flicking them, relishing in the strong sigh it elicited.
I dropped to my knees, running my hands up and down his toned legs, trailing my fingertips around his balls. The corner of my mouth hiked as I watch his balls jump with how close I came to them. I purposely ignored his cock as it bobbed, vying for my attention.
I tapped his hip, wordlessly asking him to turn around. I had no idea what I was doing. This was a first for me.
I repeated my exploration, this time starting at the hard length of his calf and sliding my trembling hands upward, the entire time memorizing every inch of him. I ran both of my hands up his legs, molding them around the mounds of his ass.
I spread his cheeks, lightly running my fingers across his entrance. No part of this man would be a secret to me after tonight. I ran my fingertips up his spine, fanning my entire hand outward from the slight dimple that was so sexy just at the top of his ass.
I moved upward, memorizing how each muscle rippled and responded with every second that ticked by. When my hands reached his shoulder, finally traveling up to knead their way through his hair that was longer than he had ever let it get, his head dropped forward.
“Kiss me,” I coaxed, slowly turning him around to take him in my mouth.
His hands began their own exploration and I sucked in a shaky breath, his kiss moving from my lips, across my jawline, sucking in my earlobe. I tensed, the tender touch almost bringing me to my knees.
He didn’t stop there, his lips traveling down the vein that beat mercilessly in my neck, the rapid thrumming giving away how much this intimate moment was affecting me. He kept going while his hands lightly ran atop my heated skin.
This man that held my heart ran his tongue along my collar bone, nearing my nipples. He looked up at me, a wicked glint playing in his eyes, as he took one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. I choked back a moan until he bit down, the moan flying from my lips in a cry.
I flexed my hands behind my head. Though we had never decided that touching was out of bounds, it seemed to be an unspoken rule. He had given me my own time and I would return the favor. I shuddered as he gave my other nipple, which was already pert in anticipation, the same treatment.
“You are killing me,” I wasn’t as strong as he was. Having to wait as my cock demanded release was more than I was used to.
“Shh,” the sound hummed against my skin as he continued his kisses down the center of my abdomen. It was clenched painfully hard, the slight brush of his lips electrifying, sending my nerves singing straight between my legs.
I bit my lip a
s he turned his attention to my hip bones, his expert tongue sliding along the outside of my cock. I couldn’t help but laugh as it smacked against his face as he attempted to deny it any attention.
His hands ran up and down my tensed legs as he took his turn to slap my thigh. He was rougher in his turn than I. I obediently turned, Rod immediately going back to work.
His expertly trained tongue rained kisses all over my backside. I couldn’t help it, I groaned loudly, grabbing hold of my own hair as he spread my ass cheeks to run his roughened tongue along my anus. I grabbed the wooden post at the end of his bed, my legs no longer willing to hold me up.
“Whoa there, baby,” he grabbed my sides with his large hands.
“I need you.” The plea fell from my lips. I couldn’t give him what he had given me.
“Impatient bastard,” he laughed, coming to stand up and pressing his body against mine, his hard length pushing against my ass.
“Always,” I breathed, grabbing hold of the pole with my other hand. Rod turned me into a man I never knew I could be. I pressed further into his dick that pulsed with his own want.
“Right here?” It was a question I could only answer with a more aggressive thrust into his rock hard dick that had wound up wedged between my cheeks, the wide shaft pressing into my inviting entrance.
He laughed, his body rumbling against mine. I turned my head enough to watch as he padded over to a side table and pulled a small bottle of lube from the drawer. The click of the bottle opening was loud against the silence of the moment, my breathing the only other thing offering any sort of distraction.
I had only been on the receiving end of sex with a man on one other occasion and that had been negotiated. I tensed, unable to squash the few tendrils of fear that were able to snake around my arousal.
“I would never hurt you,” he said against my ear, his voice swollen with lust.
“I know,” I reassured him. I did know that. He would never be the one to hurt me.
“Good,” he breathed, sliding a cool glob of lube along my ass.
I sucked in a surprised breath as he slid in not one or two, but three fingers into my wet ass.
“Is it too much?” he asked, holding the tips just inside my entrance.
The feeling of just his fingers inside me was phenomenal, helping to shove away any fear of having his dick buried inside of me.
“No,” the simple answer was all I could come up with.
Rod’s warm lips ghosted along my neck as they slid further in, a soft moan escaping my lips when they began to push and pull out. The rhythm was slow at first but quickly began to increase until my pants were heard above anything else.
I rocked into his thrusts, burying his fingers knuckle deep. My thoughts were nothing but tendrils of sex and lust.
“So fucking perfect,” Rod’s voice was deep and guttural. “Are you ready?” he asked, pulling out without waiting for an answer.
“Make love to me, Rod,” I begged, uncaring of how desperate I sounded.
He moaned, pressing his hard length against my ass. I turned my head just enough to see his face. I wanted to watch him, to feel as well as see how much he loved me.
His mouth was lax and his eyelids heavy as he slid into me. It didn’t hurt as it had before. Rod was true to his words. The way he filled me was mind-blowing.
“Just…breathe,” he reminded.
I tried to breathe as his length completely filled my ass, our balls rubbing against each other. I cried out as he held himself there.
“Oh…my…” I began, ending in a shaky cry as he slowly began to pull out with the same care as before.
When his head was once again the only thing remaining inside, he gripped my sides harder, shoving himself inside of me. I yelled as he began a quick rhythm, the delicious thrust sending me hurtling into oblivion.
“If you need me to stop,” he grunted, unwavering in his quickening speed.
All I could do was shake my head no. I had stopped watching him long ago, the sheer ecstasy making any focus unobtainable.
I came loose, unable to hold in my orgasm when his hand snaked around to stroke my rock hard cock. It took just one slide of his slick hand and I exploded, my orgasm rocking me into him and my screams filling the room.
He groaned loudly, unable to maintain his rhythm, slamming himself between my ass cheeks before I felt his release. The feeling almost caused me to come again, even harder than before.
We collapsed against the thin pole, our hearts beating loudly as we both tried to regain our breath. My legs shook and prickled.
“Need. To…lie. Down,” I huffed out.
Rod wordlessly pulled out, his dick still semi-hard, jerking me onto his bed. I let out a loud breath. Wordlessly, we laid atop the covers, Rod holding me as everything fell into place.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“Why are you still going through with this?” he asked as we sat in the conference room.
Though spending the last few nights together had changed everything, we still sat in the same seats that we did during every other meeting.
“Are you telling me you don’t want to be in charge?” I asked as though I didn’t already know the answer.
He gave me a look that had my dick at full attention. I knew that look and would absolutely give in as soon as this meeting was over.
“I told you I didn’t want the company. All I ever wanted was you,” he answered, avoiding what he really had on his mind.
“This is the best decision for everyone involved. You know that. I don’t want this damn place and Jon won’t stop finding a way to take it from me. With you as CEO, it will be harder,” I explained for the umpteenth time.
We were the only ones in the room. I had been the one to call the meeting so being here before anyone else would prove just how serious I was.
“But you aren’t the same man that you were a month ago. He can’t use your past against you,” Rod said.
We had been talking about this for days and all I could hear was fear. He had even admitted that he was scared to have such responsibility. I used my own decision as my response. He was smart, capable and had practically been doing the job since I took it over. He needed to take a leap.
“Do you think any of these old bastards will care that I have changed? They have dealt with who I was for a very long time. You may be able to see through my shit, but they can’t. Jon will be able to sway the rest of the board in a majority vote to take me down, even with my siblings voting in favor of me,” I had just finished speaking when Emily walked through the door.
“He’s right,” she said by way of greeting. “Jon may be a raging dickwad but they like him better. His lawyers, as well as Erotica’s, have forced our hand on suppressing the images from the nightclub so we can’t prove that he isn’t the best face to represent Steele Corporations.” She said all this while taking her own seat.
“Well hello, Emily,” I said, giving her a salute. “For once in our lives, we are in agreement,” I said with a laugh.
“Don’t expect it to become a habit,” her words were dry, but her lips twitched as she tried to contain her own smile.
“Fine, but Jon is going to be pissed,” Rod’s eyes flicked to the contract and then back at me. “You’re putting a target on my head,” he finished.
I laughed, trying to get rid of the sexually-driven comebacks that popped in my head.
“I’m serious,” he said, trying to hide his own laugh.
“I know, on both accounts,” I said.
I was looking forward to Jon’s reaction. Unless my siblings had spilled the beans, he had no clue what was coming. He was still building a case against me.
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Everyone had begun to file into the room. Declan was one of the last people in the room so we couldn’t really discuss what was happening next. I had filled him in as things began to get nailed down, but in the last twenty-four hours we hadn’t really had time to talk.
Jon
was one of the last of the board to arrive. His face still sported almost completely faded signs of a fight. My eyes flicked to Declan, but he didn’t even flinch. I knew he was still beating himself up over the slip in his control, but the bastard deserved it so I couldn’t disagree more.
As usual, the lawyers were last to arrive, catching the entire room by surprise. Jon glared at me and I smiled back. Getting under his skin was a daily highlight.
“As you can see by the sharks that have entered the room, this meeting is going to go a bit differently,” I said, standing to face the entire room.
“What is this shit?” Jon’s question was like ice.
I chose to ignore his outburst, more excited for the next one.
“I never wanted this company and frankly, I thought my father decided to showcase the only bit of less-than-stellar business decision he had ever made by appointing me,” I looked to every man and woman that sat, watching and waiting, but none of them made a move to deny that.
“So in light of recent events, I have decided to transfer my title to Rod,” I kept my voice steady and as business-like as possible.
“Are you serious? You can’t do that,” Jon’s vehement denial was the first thought that flooded the room.
“Actually, I can. According to the lawyers, as primary shareholder I can do that,” I said, facing Jon. He looked murderous and had actually stood up with his rising anger.
He looked from me to the lawyers that sat at my side and then toward Rod, who kept his back straight and his face as neutral as possible.
“I didn’t call you all here to get your opinions or ask for permission. I brought you all here as witnesses. My legal counsel,” I waved my hands in the direction of the two men that hadn’t made any move to agree or disagree with the proceedings, “is strictly here to make sure the appropriate pages are signed and the entirety of the board is here to bear witness.”
Jon still stood, his back ramrod straight, both of his hands closed into fists at his side.
“What kind of game do you think this is?” he gritted out.
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