The Consequences Series Box Set

by Aleatha Romig

  Even in the nocturnal darkness, the freshly fallen snow reflected the sheen of the moonlight’s brilliance, brightening the world beyond their bubble. The bare, leafless trees were a far cry from the palm trees of their paradise; nonetheless, as Claire stared toward the windows, she didn’t miss the white sand and multicolored flowers that covered the lanai. No, as she stared outside and saw the flakes that continued to cascade from the sky, Claire relished her home and her family.

  The radiating glow from the fireplace added to Claire’s delight. Embers and remnants of fire, set earlier by the staff, filled the master bedroom suite with warmth while the sweet aroma of burning timbers permeated her senses. With the cold outside the windows, the roaring fire had been inviting and welcoming upon their arrival. As she relaxed against the soft pillows, Claire marveled at her reality. She was home. Suddenly, a childhood story—a favorite of generations—came to mind while simultaneously an unconscious smile came to her lips. Dorothy had definitely been right: there was no place like home.

  Other than a break for dinner with his family, since their homecoming, Tony had been occupied with all things Rawlings Industries. Though the island was no longer hidden from the authorities, Internet service was less than stellar. Even with all of Phil’s knowledge and connections—those that only money could buy—attempts at communication, in any manner other than email, were painfully slow. While they were away, Tony had been kept abreast of the happenings at Rawlings, but until this afternoon, his input had been limited. After dinner he was back in his home office.

  Their home office was much different than it had been in the old estate. The new one lacked the dark cherry paneling and regal mahogany desk. Instead it was homier and lighter, containing two equally sized desks. Truly it was their home office. As lady of the house, Claire had the responsibility of the household staff and the daily operations of the estate. When Tony had the new house built, he could have easily had two offices constructed; however, he purposely chose to share the space that at one time had been declared his and his alone. Though Claire had complete access, on their first day and evening home, she chose not to spend her time catching up on her responsibilities. There would be plenty of time for that. Instead, she worked to help unpack and acclimate Nichol back to Iowa. Now, as she neared sleep, Claire pondered the length of the day. With crossing the international dateline, and in essence, going back in time, the day seemed to have lasted forever.

  Though the heat of the flames lulled Claire toward the blissfulness of sleep, her mind spun with countless possibilities for fun, snow-filled activities. She knew that if she were excited about the snow and cold, Nichol would be also. Then, without warning, her consciousness filled not with the aroma of the burning wood, but the unmistakable scent of cologne. Without visual confirmation, every fiber in Claire’s body let her know that she was no longer alone. Though she hadn’t heard her husband enter their suite, the intensity of her suddenly rapid pulse confirmed that he was there.

  Still not opening her eyes, Claire’s lips moved to a slight grin as she listened and heard Tony moving quietly around the darkened suite. It wasn’t until he settled into the big bed that she scooted closer and molded herself to his side. Immediately, his arm wrapped about her petite frame and his deep voice filled the suite, which moments earlier had contained only the crackling of the simmering fire.

  “I thought you were asleep. Aren’t you exhausted?”

  “I am,” she admitted, “but I’m also enjoying the peace and quiet.”

  “Next time we go to the island, it would be all right with me if we had fewer guests.”

  Claire nodded against his chest.

  “Speaking of guests,” Tony continued, “what were you and Emily talking about at the airport?”

  She lifted her head. “What were you, John, and Brent talking about?”

  “I believe I asked first.”

  Propping her chin on her fist, Claire replied, “She was thanking me for a wonderful getaway and saying how much they enjoyed it.”

  “Hmmm. That’s pretty much what Brent and John were saying too.”

  “Tony?”

  “What?” he answered, as he pulled her back to his chest.

  “Did you hate it? I mean, you didn’t seem like you did. Yet I know you didn’t used to like to be around so many people.”

  “I didn’t hate it. There were times I wanted to be alone with you and Nichol, but I didn’t hate it.” He sighed. “We’ve both been alone, and I know how much you enjoy having other people around. If that’s what you want, I want it too.”

  Claire smiled against his warm skin, enjoying the tickling sensation of his soft chest hair against her cheek. “I do. I’m happy to be with people and with friends. I know the Meredith thing was strange at first, but no one knows how much she helped me. I love seeing her with Jerry and the kids. The risks she took for me… well, I can never thank her enough.”

  “I think you have. Just like you enjoy seeing her happy with her family, I think she feels the same way. Once in a while, I’d notice her watching you with a hopeful smile. I may have been skeptical when I first heard about her connection, but not anymore. I’m glad she and Jerry took us up on our offer and came with us.”

  “I also love this,” Claire added.

  “This?”

  “Being alone, just the two of us, or three of us.”

  “Or six, if you include Eric, Phil, and Shannon,” Tony corrected.

  Claire sat up quickly, pulling the blanket dramatically around her nightgown-clad body, and mocked, “What? Eric, Phil, and Shannon are in here?”

  With only the embers of the dying fire illuminating his devilish grin, Tony reached for his wife and pulled her close. Laughingly, he said, “Mrs. Rawlings, what have I said about that smart mouth of yours?”

  Raining a trail of kisses from his chest toward his lips, Claire replied, “As I recall, you said you like it.”

  Suddenly, her world was reversed. No longer was she above him: now, with her head on her pillow, Tony hovered mere inches above her face. The weight of his chest pressed against her suddenly sensitive breasts.

  Claire’s insides tightened as she watched in amazement and wonder at the emotions swirling through her husband’s chocolate-colored eyes. The suede of exhaustion mixed with the shimmer of amusement both faded into the darkened abyss of desire. How had there ever been a time when she couldn’t read his every thought? His current thought—his current intention—was not only visible, but becoming more prominent by the moment. “Versatility?” she baited.

  “Hmm, yes,” Tony cooed, as he teased the slender strap of her nightgown. “Those amazing lips can not only spew smart comments and retorts, but I believe they’re also capable of untold marvels.” Kisses to her exposed shoulder interrupted his words. “I don’t believe. I know.”

  With his continued encouragement, Claire’s previous thoughts of sleep quickly morphed into a smoldering heat: one that possibly exceeded that of the one burning in the grate. As the tension within her continued to build, the seclusion of their private suite lifted any inhibitions they may have maintained during their crowded retreat. “You seem quite confident, Mr. Rawlings.”

  Easing her nightgown over Claire’s head, Tony tossed it to the floor, creating a puddle of silk near their bed while his lips moved from her collarbone to her breasts. With deliberate precision and painstaking leisureliness, he moistened each nipple causing them to harden as his abrasive cheeks brushed the sensitive skin. Arching her back toward him, Claire’s playfulness turned sultry. No longer did she want to offer bold retorts. The only thing on her mind was the man skillfully teasing and caressing her exposed body. Despite the warmth of the crackling fire, goose bumps formed on her arms and legs. Each move of his mouth, inch by inch downward, over her stomach, nearing the place she needed him most, helped to build the frenzy within her.

  When his advances met the only remaining obstacle, Claire lifted her hips to help him remove her panties. Tony’s
deep voice pulled her from her endorphin-induced trance. “There were definite advantages to my previous rules.”

  At that moment, she couldn’t have agreed more. Grinning, Claire began to ease the lace panties from her hips.

  “Wait,” Tony commanded. Sitting upward on their large bed, Tony reached for Claire’s hand. “You’re so damn beautiful. I want to watch you take those off. I want to see you… all of you… as you give yourself to me.”

  Blood rushed to her cheeks as she tried to hide her gaze. Tony cupped her chin and pulled her green eyes towards him. “Don’t look away. I love you. We’re finally alone. I want to see all of you, including your beautiful eyes.”

  Watching the man before her, Claire smiled, accepted his hand, and stood. With the soles of her feet upon the soft satin puddle, Claire waited. It wasn’t the warmth of the fire that filled her with the confidence to do as he’d asked. No, it was the sultry heat she witnessed in his dark eyes. The fire within him wasn’t a reflection of the one burning across the room. It was the culmination of weeks surrounded by too many people, the need to connect to one another, and the desire that stems from a connection that surpasses all boundaries.

  With the glowing embers inside and the reflection of snow outside illuminating their world, Tony led his wife to the rug in front of the giant fireplace, moved to the sofa, and sat before her. “Now, Mrs. Rawlings, let me see. Show me what’s mine and mine alone.”

  Latching her thumbs beneath the lace, Claire slowly pulled her panties down her thighs. Letting go of the material, she allowed them to fall to the floor and stepped out of them. Resuming her stance, she again waited for her husband as invisible bonds from his gaze held her in place. Rising from the sofa, Tony moved gracefully toward her, each step predatory as he circled her form, his eyes glued on only her. From her round, soft globes and hard, taut nipples to her neatly trimmed sex, his eyes devoured as his erection tented the gym shorts he’d worn to bed.

  “You are so damn beautiful,” Tony growled as he stopped behind her. “I want you so much.” Purposely keeping his erection away, he leaned near her neck and breathily asked, “Do you have any idea how fuck’n sexy you are right now?”

  Tipping her head to the side and closing her eyes, Claire gave him full access. Inhaling his intoxicating scent of cologne and musk of desire, she replied, “I know how sexy you make me feel.”

  With his lips upon her skin, he continued to tease. “These last two weeks, I wanted to see you like this, so badly. I wanted you totally naked… in the pool, on the beach, in our suite with the doors open to the damn world, just like we used to do.” He nipped her skin playfully, causing a gasp to resonate from her throat. “I wanted my wife to be available to just me, but…” He twisted a nipple then tenderly caressed it, creating the perfect combination of pain and pleasure. “…I couldn’t have what I wanted. No, I had to share. I had—”

  “You just said you didn’t—” Claire began.

  “Shhh,” he whispered, putting his finger to her lips. “I’m not done.”

  With each word, each breath, her tension grew. Claire didn’t want him to continue taunting; she wanted him. His demanding tone and suddenly possessive demeanor had her ready and on the verge of explosion. With nothing but words, he could twist her to the brink. This was the man who’d taken not only her body, but also her heart and fulfilled her every desire. “Tony, please,” she begged.

  Wrapping her in his arms, he pulled her back tightly against his chest. Claire wasn’t sure when he’d taken off his gym shorts, but by the sensation of his hardness against her lower back, they were definitely gone. “Ohhh…” she mewed.

  “What, Claire? Please, what? What do you want so badly you’ll ask for it even after I tell you to shush?”

  Melting against his chest, Claire replied, “You. I want you. I’ve wanted more of you than I’ve gotten in the last two weeks. We’re home. I want to see you too.”

  “My dear, I’m right here.” His hips moved slightly against her as his embrace pulled her closer. Resuming his CEO tone, Tony continued, “And I promise, you’re going to see me; however, as I recall, I asked you to let me finish. Didn’t I?”

  Unsure if he wanted a verbal response, Claire nodded.

  “That’s a good girl,” he replied, as he loosened his embrace and brushed the sides of her arms with the tips of his fingers.

  Her lips parted, allowing the slightest sound to escape. Claire couldn’t have stopped the whimper if she tried. Tony’s gentle touch was almost painful. Claire wanted his arms around her, strong and sturdy. She needed to know he was there. The lightness of his touch had her body begging for more. She was ready to begin verbally pleading when Tony reached for her fingertips and led her to the sofa. Kneeling before her, gently spreading her legs, his darkened gaze continued to devour, as his lips moved up each thigh in preparation to do the same. Between taunting kisses, he said, “As I was saying, I had to share.” With a devilish grin, he peered up her body until their eyes met. “I don’t know if you’ve ever realized, but I’m not good at sharing.”

  With a gleam in her green ones, Claire nodded, still unsure if she should speak.

  “Now, that doesn’t mean I can’t do it. For you, my dear, I’ll do anything. However now… now that I have you all to myself, I plan on taking full advantage of you.” He leaned back, taking in every exposed inch of his wife. “Full advantage. I don’t only want to see you. I want to feel you, hear you, and taste you.” Just before he reached his destination, his warm breath teased her sensitive skin as he said, “Now I’m done talking. I think this conversation has gone on long enough. There are much better things for both of our mouths to do. Do you agree, Mrs. Rawlings?”

  Leaning back against the soft leather, Claire breathily replied, “Oh, God, yes, I agree.”

  Though more words did come forth, moans and sounds dominated their suite as they reconnected. No longer did the length of their day or the concerns of others fill their thoughts. Only the desires of pleasing and being pleased, filling and being filled, loving and being loved permeated their consciousness. It wasn’t until later, after untold heights, that they made it back to the soft sheets and king-sized bed. Even then, sleep had to wait.

  Finally, after they both were satiated, Claire nestled against her husband’s chest, inhaled his intoxicating scent and drifted off to sleep.

  There was no place like home.

  Chapter Three

  Late December 2016

  Claire

  Surround yourself with good people: people who are going to be honest with you and look out for your best interests.

  —Derek Jeter

  The stack of mail on Claire’s desk looked daunting; nevertheless, she dove into it with renewed vigor. In all the previous years of their marriage and before, she hadn’t been involved in the day-to-day operations of the estate. Now that it was hers, she wanted to do all she could and truly be hands on. In all honesty, she enjoyed the quiet time spent in their home office doing something productive. Although she was no longer forecasting life-threatening hurricanes—meteorology was more than likely gone from her future—Claire was doing more than she’d ever done before. Her work kept the estate running, which was a far cry from the idle hours she’d spent in the past. Besides, the name on the deed to the estate was hers: Claire Nichols Rawlings. She had every right to make the decisions, and it was one less thing for Tony to worry about.

  Since last fall, her husband had been busy becoming re-acclimated to Rawlings Industries. His two-year absence from the daily operations of his multiple corporations and financial endeavors required quite a bit of catching up. Even so, whenever possible, Tony chose to work from home. His devotion and commitment to plunge back into his life was not limited to Rawlings Industries. Tony wanted to spend as much time as possible at home with his wife and daughter. That was why, when faced with a full return to Rawlings Industries, he decided to share the CEO position with Tim Bronson. Tim had handled things exceptionally well i
n Tony’s absence; it only seemed right to keep him involved.

  With Nichol and Shannon playing upstairs, Claire settled into her plush desk chair and took on the two weeks’ accumulation of mail. Before she could make a dent, there was a knock on the door. Giggling to herself, Claire thought, it wasn’t Nichol: she didn’t knock. It was just another of her many father-like traits. “Come in,” she called, expecting Shannon.

  “Claire…” Phil’s voice caused Claire to look up. “…I wanted to catch you before you went through the mail. I was just told that today’s delivery was brought in here before I could go through it.”

  Phil wasn’t only Claire’s bodyguard and head of the estate’s security: he was also her friend. With their long history, Claire recognized something in his tone that filled her with a sense of foreboding.

  “Why?” she asked. “We haven’t received any more threatening letters or packages since before the trip. Have we?”

  Phil pressed his lips together. Golden flecks glistened in the hazel eyes that peered knowingly at her through squinted lids. With a furrowed brow, he replied, “I would’ve thought you knew. Haven’t you spoken to Rawlings? He said he was going to tell you.”

  Claire thought back to their time alone since coming home. It had only been one day, and honestly, last night there was very little talking. She worked to keep the blush from her cheeks as she remembered just how little talking they’d done the night before. Prior to that, they’d both been too busy doing other things or with Nichol. Discussions about the threatening mailings they’d received didn’t exactly seem like good family-dinner conversation. “I’ve spoken with him, but I guess we didn’t get a chance to talk about it, and he was gone this morning before I woke.”