Bound by Steel

by Connie Lafortune

  I quickly undress and place myself between her silky thighs. Missionary. It’s the only position I was afraid to implement back at the cabin for fear she would recognize me. Bella moans and opens wider for me to slip inside. But I don’t. Instead, I just stare into her lustful eyes and get lost. Not only do I want to remember this moment, I want to absorb it. Soak up every second, every minute until it’s permanently ingrained into my memory. Forever. Because this was never supposed to be, yet she’s right here with me and she remembers. Everything…

  “I love you so much, Isabella. And I am going to spend every day of my life proving to you just how much.”

  Bella

  My heart feels like it’s going to burst at the seams. Words just aren’t enough to convey how much I love this man. My husband. “Make love to me, Ryker. Please. I’ve waited so long for you and I don’t want to wait another second.” When I stare into his beautiful blue eyes, a feeling of peace mends my soul. What once was broken is now whole because of Lyra. My twin. I will explain everything to Ryker and I hope he will forgive me, but for now I just want to feel him. To love him. And, most importantly, to give myself completely to him.

  “I wanted to savor you, Bella. Like a fine wine. But I understand your need because it matches my own. So we’ll make love and tomorrow I will fuck you until you’ve forgotten your own name.”

  Yes, oh god yes. His dirty mouth sets me on fire. Right now all I want is for him to fill me up so I can’t think or breathe. I’m panting by the time his hands twine with mine as he brings them over my head. Stretching me to the max as I feel the tip of his cock teasing my slick entrance. I want to slide down his length but I can’t because he’s taking control. His gaze never wavers as he slowly and wickedly inches his way inside of me. He hisses out a sexy moan when he’s filled me to the hilt. And I whimper every time he pulls out completely and then fills me up again with his thick, hard cock. Over and over again until my legs tremble and my back arches and I want more, more, more, more! “Ry, I need to come. Pleasssseee…” When his mouth latches onto my nipple and he sucks hard, I’m just about there. The flicking of his tongue and the tightening in my core sends ripples directly to my clit.

  “Not yet. I want to come with you, precious.” I’m mesmerized as I watch his back flex and his hips piston with every long thrust. And I have the sudden urge to lick the fine sheen of sweat that suddenly appears. My breasts are now heavy and tender from all of his sucking. God, I want to come. Desperately. Ryker suddenly lets go of my left hand and lifts my leg so he can go deeper. Oh, fuck!

  “I want to hear you scream my name, Bella. Now!”

  Our bodies are in such sync that I obey his every command. I clench around his steel cock and scream, “Rykeeerrrr, I’m coming…” When his mouth crashes into mine, I feel his seed spill inside of me. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filling me, sending us both spiraling out of control. Our moans are now lost in a sea of swirling and tangled tongues. His hands are possessing, controlling, dominating. I’m finally home where I belong…

  My heart skips a beat when he pulls away and glides his thumbs along my swollen lips. Ryker looks so damn sexy and sated that I want to curl myself around him and never let him go. I can’t stop staring at him. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on. The silence is comfortable as we just take each other in. Both of us thankful that we’ve somehow found our way back to one another. “Do you know how much I love you, Ryker?” I love the way his lips curl into a sexy grin before he kisses the corner of my mouth. Ah, hell’s bells. Now I’ve just turned into a puddle of mush…

  “I think I might, Bell. But if you want to tell me, I’d love to hear it.” His gorgeous blue eyes are caught up with mine, waiting.

  “I loved you back at the cabin when you saved my life. When I thought I was Lyra. Apparently my heart and soul knew long before I did that you were already mine. I felt a familiarity. A connection. It pulled me in and wouldn’t let go no matter how hard I tried to fight it. You felt it too. I know you did. Long before you had proof that it was really me. It’s true, we are two bodies with one soul and that’s how much I love you.”

  “I will never take one more day for granted, precious. Never. I am beyond thankful that you remember me and I will spend eternity trying to be the best husband I can possibly be. I love you, Bella Steel. You have saved me in more ways than you can imagine.” He leaves a tender kiss on my lips before getting out of bed. Leaving me cold and empty. But I don’t have time to miss him too much when he returns with a warm cloth to clean me up. Once he’s finished he crawls into bed, pulls the covers over us, and holds me close. There’s no place else I’d rather be.

  I long to tell him the truth but I’m scared. What will he think when he finds out Lyra was my twin and I let her assume my identity? And that one time cost her her life. Now I have to tell Ryker the truth and Mr. and Mrs. Harper that their daughter’s dead and I’m very much alive. I can’t even begin to imagine the repercussions that all of this will have on everyone’s lives. As happy as I am, I can’t forget that there’s a dark cloud hanging over me. The sooner I get it over with, the better it will be.

  “Would you like to talk now, precious, or save it for tomorrow?”

  God, I swear he can read my thoughts. I don’t ever remember being as nervous as I am right now. Not even when I was up on stage, dancing to a sold-out crowd. Or a standing ovation. My sister’s dead because of me and I need to get it off my chest before it eats away at me. So taking a deep breath I begin to tell Ryker everything from the beginning. Hopefully, he’ll understand. “I’m sure you probably have put two and two together by now and figured out that Lyra was my twin. Both of us were put in foster care at the age of two. Unfortunately, a lot of couples didn’t want to take on the responsibility of two children, so we were separated. I had already been chosen by the Bennets when Mr. and Mrs. Harper chose Lyra a few months later. And they legally adopted her when she was six. Apparently, neither family knew their daughter had a twin.

  “You already know my story so I won’t bore you with the details. Anyway, one night after a show I was in the restroom and Lyra appeared in the mirror beside me. Both of us were shocked. Obviously, we were too young to remember one another. It was so surreal to look at someone and see yourself staring back. We went for coffee and talked until the sun came up that morning. After that, there was no doubt in our minds that we were sisters. So we agreed to go for a blood test just to have proof. I’m sorry I never told you about her, Ryker. I don’t know why I was afraid to tell you, but I was.

  “Not long after we found out we were twins, Mrs. Harper called and wanted to interview me after a show. Lyra and I thought it would be fun to play a trick on her and pretend to be me. So I coached her on every question I thought her mom would ask me. And when the night finally arrived, we changed into each other’s clothes, swapped purses and off she went. All I can remember is watching her cross the street with a cat-ate-the-canary-grin, like she pulled it off. Then a car came barreling out of nowhere and that’s the last thing I remembered until today…”

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  August

  Ryker

  I was hoping when Bella and I returned from New York that everything would be different. Unfortunately, my source turned out to be a dead end and I’ve had several conversations with Mrs. Harper to no avail. So, it’s time for me to pull out the big guns. She won’t like it but I really don’t give a shit. I’m meeting with her tomorrow morning at ten. It’s time for me to show my hand and time for her to fold.

  Sadly, Bella’s been pretending like nothing’s changed. She continues to go to work every day and comes home to me at night. And more often than not, we skip dinner and feast on one another. We have a lot of years to make up for and I’m only too happy to oblige. But it’s taking a toll on her whether she wants to admit it or not. And I know after seeing her ballet shoes, she’s desperate to start dancing again. Not professionally, but for her own peace of mind. It might be
impossible for us to let the world know she’s still alive, but the Harpers have a right to know their daughter’s dead.

  Cody’s so used to our comings and goings by now, she doesn’t even stir when Bella comes crashing through the door. “This has been the day from hell and it just keeps getting worse!” I’m motionless as she storms into the living room and throws her phone on the couch.

  “Bad day, precious?” Had she still been clutching her phone, I would have never asked her that question. But seeing it tits up on the sofa, I have no fear. Unfortunately, I forget about her purse as it comes sailing through the air. Aimed straight for my face. Hey, I know firsthand how much shit she carries in there, so I duck. Phew, just in the nick of time. Until I foolishly stand up only to be hit in the chest by one of her three-inch heels. “What the fuck has you all riled up, woman?”

  “Well, for starters, I spilled my coffee all over my favorite skirt on my way to work…”

  “Did you burn yourself…?” Immediately, her hand goes up.

  “No. Now please let me finish. It gets better. Then Mrs. Harper, my mother, calls me and insists we get together for lunch tomorrow. She’ll be in town and would like to see her daughter. I don’t know if I can pull it off, Ryker. Over the phone, yes. In person, I’m thinking no. I really did try to get out of it but she wouldn’t hear of it. All I could think of at that point in time was, it comes in threes. Something else is bound to happen and sure enough, it did. Gage is coming home this weekend because he really misses me. How does that grab ya?”

  Like a vice grip straight to my balls. But if I play my cards right, his homecoming just might work in my favor. “Bella, you knew you were going to have to tell him sooner or later. It was inevitable. I’ll be right by your side when you tell him and…”

  “The hell you will, Ryker. This is something I have to do on my own. As much as I appreciate your support it wouldn’t be fair to Gage if we both attacked him at the same time. No, I’ll go next door before he arrives. It’s time for me to tell him the truth so we can all move on.”

  This could get ugly but I’m not going to interfere. If Bella feels like she can handle him all by herself, then so be it. There’s a difference between letting her think she’s on her own and her actually being on her own. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. And I will be breathing down his neck without him even knowing I’m there. “If you don’t want me there, precious, then I won’t be. There’s no doubt in my mind that you can handle him. In fact, I’m quite sure a twelve-year-old could do the job.”

  “Stop being facetious, Ryker. Gage is a good man. Any woman would be more than willing to stand in a long line for his attention.”

  “Well, I suppose he’d have to be if he captured yours. And as far as I’m concerned, we’ll all be better off once this whole charade is over and done. That way we’re free to move on with our lives. Now I’d really like to make the last part of your day much better than the first. Come with me, precious.”

  “I appreciate you wanting to help but I don’t want to go out, Ryker. I’m anxious and tired and I just know the lunch with Mrs. Harper tomorrow will be a disaster. I need time to think about what I’m going to tell Gage…” I silence that beautiful mouth with mine. Because my name or God’s is the only one I want to hear her screaming right about now. I’m tired of his name being a topic of conversation, and after this weekend, I don’t want to ever hear it again.

  “We’re not going out, Bell. Because the things I want to do to you would get us arrested if we were out in public. So, first thing’s first. I want you to run yourself a hot bath, while I get us each a glass of wine. Then I will top it all off by giving you a full body massage. I don’t want you focusing on anyone but me. Understood?”

  “Perfectly,” she whispers against my lips.

  “Good. I’ll get us each a glass and meet you in the bathroom. Get undressed. The only thing I want to see you wearing is a smile. Got it?” And when she does, my heart stutters. So beautiful. Someday soon, I hope it will be a permanent fixture on her precious face. One more touch of her lips against mine and then she saunters down the hallway. Just thinking about what I’m going to do to her has my cock throbbing in my jeans.

  When I step inside the bathroom and see her chin deep in the tub, I groan. Bella’s enveloped in the rich scent of apples lingering in the air. Warm apple pie is the only thing I can think of and I suddenly can’t wait to taste her. Mmm.

  “Care to join me?”

  “I thought you’d never ask.” Luckily, the Andersons have a Jacuzzi tub which accommodates the both of us. Oh, don’t you worry. We’ve tried this several times before and we were more than pleased with the results.

  I hand her our glasses so I can get undressed. Then I slowly slide in behind her so I don’t disturb the water. Been there, done that. Once I’ve situated myself, she leans back and hands me my glass. One long pull of its plummy tartness has me fucking hard and ready to play. So I twist my hand in her thick mane and give it a little tug. Eliciting a small moan from Bell and exposing her sleek neck for me to devour. Tipping the glass, I trickle a few drops of the fruity wine onto her neck. And dive in for a taste. My tongue flicks over her pulse while my mouth sucks up every last drop. Her sweet skin mingling with the underlying tartness of the wine is a heady combination. And if what I have planned for her tonight doesn’t take her mind off of Mrs. Harper and Gage, nothing ever will…

  Bella

  Ryker’s hungry mouth on my neck tugs on that direct line to my aching clit. Making it throb and pulse to its very own heartbeat. And when his hand slowly glides down my chest and begins toying with my rigid nipple, I come undone. Almost dropping the glass clutched in my hand. “Mmm, maybe drinking wine in the tub wasn’t such a good idea, Ry.” My glass is still full but his has to be almost empty by now. No sooner do I say it when I feel the rest of his wine spill down my neck and chest.

  “The faster you drink, precious, the sooner we play.” I can’t speak as his tongue flicks across my shoulder blades. How does he expect me to drink when all I can feel is him? Everywhere. His cock’s thick and hard against my back and his mouth and hands are playing me like a violin. I’m throbbing and wet and it sure as hell isn’t from the bath water. When he pauses in his ministrations, I take a tentative sip of wine. “Our bath will be cold by the time you’re finished, Bella. While your husband is hotter than a firecracker, ready to blow at any second.”

  When I feel him shift, I automatically sit up. But when he pulls himself up and steps out of the bath, I’m confused. Until he grabs the wine glass out of my hand, finishes it in one big gulp, and then sets our glasses on the vanity. I desperately bite the side of my cheek just to stop the smirk that wants to break free. Is someone in a hurry?

  “Good God, woman! I wanted you to relax but I’m not getting any younger.” Without delay, he pulls my legs out of the water and begins lapping and licking me all over until I’m delirious and panting.

  “Ryker, I want you inside me.”

  “Soon, precious.” His hot breath tastes of sin and wine all twisted together. And when he grabs my hair, I get lost. In him. “I’m going to wash away your stress. Fuck you until you forget your own name. Only then will I give you a full body massage, so you’ll fall into a deep and restful sleep.”

  “Mmm, what are you waiting for,” I manage to whisper in between his passionate kisses. Immediately, his talented hands are lathered and washing me from head to toe. They feel so good on my skin that I’ve forgotten all about my loofah. I just sit back and enjoy Ryker’s labor of love.

  “Sit, Bella. So I can wash your hair and rinse you off.” I can’t even put into words how wonderful it feels to have his hands gliding through my hair. He’s gentle, yet rough and thorough. It kinda reminds me of the way he fucks me, yet makes love to me at the same time. My neck’s resting in the crook of his arm as he washes out all traces of the shampoo. And once he’s finished, he slides me beneath the water to rinse all the soap off of my body.
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  “There, precious. Now you’re squeaky clean and good enough to eat,” he whispers. Shivers course through my body as I wrap up in a towel. While Ryker’s fingers gently comb through my hair. His chest is pressed firmly against my back when he leans down and begins sucking on my neck. My clit has a mind of its own as it strives for his attention. Aching for his touch. “Lie down on the bed, Bella. I want you wet and waiting by the time I step out of the shower.” I love the way his hand holds my jaw firmly in place as he dives in for one last kiss. Oh, he needn’t worry. I’ve been wet from the very beginning.

  After I sneak a peek at his perfect ass, I walk into the bedroom. Turn down the covers and throw my towel on the floor. And lie across the bed so my head is dangling off the edge. I’m feeling wicked and naughty and I want my husband’s cock in my mouth. I want to flick his apa with my tongue and suck until I can taste pre-cum. I know if I deep-throat him in this position he will bury his face between my legs. And I love the way he washes me with his mouth. Lapping and licking until I come all over his face. Hell! Where is he?

  “Precious, are you sure this is what you want?”

  Ryker still looks sexy upside down as I watch him swagger into the room. Naked as the day he was born. With his magnificent cock standing at attention. His apa glistening at the tip. Hmm, from the shower or his arousal? “Yes, Ryker. I’m one-hundred percent positive. I want you fucking my mouth.” He growls before guiding his thick hard cock into my gaping mouth. While I wrap my arms around his muscular thighs. Holding on for dear life.