COWBOY ROMANCE: Devon (Western Contemporary Alpha Male Bride Romance) (The Steele Brothers Book 2)

by Amanda Boone

  “Come,” Antony said with a smile. He led her into the luxury of the room. Raine turned in a small circle, trying to take everything in. He poured himself a measure of whiskey and offered her one, which she accepted, sipping the liquid fire down. Warmth spread through her.

  “Let me show you your room,” he said. Raine dutifully followed him to a double room with a massive bed. A picture window offered views over Houston, and she looked out over the twinkling lights of the city. Something caught her eye, and her focus shifted to catch Antony’s reflection as he blatantly ran his eyes over her. His gaze was so intense that it was as if Raine could feel it as it traveled from her calves, dragged over her thighs and hovered on her butt. His molten stare followed the contours of her body in the figure hugging dress, while she watched him. As his eyes reached hers, a lascivious smile spread over his features.

  He knows I’m watching him look at me.

  Raine was breathing fast when she turned round, her breasts heaving as she stared into Antony’s green eyes.

  “I should go,” he said in a voice dripping with sexual charge.

  “I don’t fucking think so!” she replied, shocking them both. Within the space of two heartbeats, Raine had stepped down out of her shoes, dropped her glass on a table and grabbed Antony by the lapels. “You want me? You got me!” she said and reached up to grab his head.

  Their lips met in a wet wrestle, almost battling for supremacy. Raine moaned as she felt him suck on her lower lip, followed by the top one. His tongue flicked across her lips, demanding admittance. She allowed him through. Raine’s hot mouth opened, allowing Antony to penetrate her with his tongue. His hands pulled her against him, and she moaned again when she felt his iron hard body against her. His tongue filled her mouth, lapping against her own as she fisted her hands in his hair and pulled him to her as if the world were going to end.

  Raine broke the kiss, panting and red-faced, and searched his features. They were an inch apart, and he kept sucking at her mouth. Blood coursed through her veins, and her heart beat like never before.

  “I wanted you…” Antony declared with a kiss, “as soon as…” he kissed her again, “I saw you this morning.” His mouth covered hers again, and she thrust her tongue in his mouth this time. Her hands ran down his shoulders and dragged at his jacket, which came off easily. Antony cast it aside, while he sucked her tongue.

  “You should have said so,” Raine told him. “I wanted you then too.” The heat built between them with their admissions, and Raine started undoing the buttons on his shirt until he ripped it off himself, sending the buttons flying across the room. Her hands roamed over the flat, hard planes of his chest, grabbing his ribs and scratching her nails down his sinewy back. Their mouths were still locked to each other as Antony drew the zipper on her dress slowly down. His strong fingers delved inside, finding the skin he had wanted to touch all day.

  “I have had a hard time keeping my hands off you since you boarded the plane earlier.” Antony told her as he dragged kisses along her jawline, up to her ear. Raine was starting to lose herself. Tingles flowed across her skin, starting wherever he touched and darting down to the deepest part of her abdomen.

  Antony kissed his way down her neck, nuzzling her collarbone, which made her gasp, before making his way back up the other side of her neck. He sucked little bits of her soft skin in between his lips and nipped at them, making Raine moan. When he reached her face again, his tongue entered her mouth once more. His hands managed to slide the top half of her dress down and now roved freely over her naked skin, exploring her curves and squeezing gently at various areas.

  “Antony,” she breathed.

  “Oui, mon cher?” he said, slipping into French. She smiled.

  “I want you,” she panted. “Badly.” Antony trailed his tongue down her throat and kissed his way to her cleavage, kneading her heavy breasts through her bra. Raine tossed her head back and cried out at his touch. He reached round and undid the clasp, freeing her from the confines of her bra.

  “Yes, baby,” she moaned as he kissed each breast in turn, supporting and kneading the heavy orb,s while she scratched his arms. “That feels so good.” Electric shocks pulsed from her nipples when he kissed his way around her areolas, lapping at her stiff nipples with the blade of his tongue. Bringing her body to new heights of pleasure.

  Her belly throbbed hard with her heartbeat as Antony teased her breasts, working his way round the outside of her nipples which ached to be touched. When he finally took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as he pulled his head back, she almost came.

  “Holy shit! How did you do that?” Antony just gave her his grin and stood back up.

  “Strip,” he ordered, and another flush of heat washed through her. She stepped away from him and let the rest of her dress fall to the floor, kicking it away and turning her back on him. She had chosen a small pair of black, lace panties, which disappeared in the deep valley between her ass cheeks. Wantonly, Raine slid her thumbs down the sides of her panties and slowly slid them down her butt and over her thighs. Glancing back, she saw Antony was glued to the show she was giving him, his eyes riveted to the apex of her thighs as she slid her panties off completely.

  By the time she had turned back around, Antony had stripped his lower half off as well and stood before her in his naked glory. His penis twitched almost every time his eyes took in another piece of her.

  “You are beautiful,” he told her. She crooked a finger at him, and they moved to the bed, laying facing each other. She leaned in and sucked at his lips before making her way down his neck and further down his body. She rolled him onto his back and licked at his nipples, while her hand roved across his taut abdomen. His breathing was becoming ragged as she worked her way further down, circling his cock with one hand.

  “Raine...no...” Her head came up from where she had been kissing the deep valleys between his abdominal muscles, and she watched his face as her hand ran up and down the length of his burning cock. His eyes became unfocussed as she rubbed her hand up and down, and when he finally closed them, she took the head of his penis into her mouth, sucking as she bobbed her head.

  Antony moaned deep and long as she worked her magic on him, licking and sucking the velvety head as he tried not to grind his hips.

  “Raine, stop...I’m going to...Raine! Ahh...”

  I never do this! I never do this! What the hell am I doing?

  Antony came, hard, his hips bucking against her face as she sucked down every last drop of the hot semen which exploded from him. When he had finished, he looked at her with something like reverence in his eyes. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, tasting himself in her mouth.

  “That was fucking awesome,” he told her, “I can’t believe how good that felt.” Raine lay back, her breasts rolling up to lie in big circles on her chest. Antony took her hand and kissed the knuckles, as he had done a few times that day. Unlike the other times, however, he carried on kissing his way up, past her shoulder and to her neck. His hand caressed her belly, feeling the firm roundness of it beneath his fingers. He kissed her nipples, taking each one into his mouth and making her moan.

  Antony changed positions, kneeling between her legs as he planted kisses all over her belly and sides, kissing her hips and the tops of her thighs. Raine moaned and panted, writhing as he worked his way teasingly towards her burning center. He lifted her legs and opened her to him, looking down at her soaking pussy hungrily.

  Antony locked his eyes on hers as he kissed the inside of her right knee and worked his way down. She felt his warm mouth on her most intimate area and cried out when his tongue grazed across the top of her ultra-sensitive clit. Antony lapped at her clit with long, slow strokes of his tongue, sending waves of pleasure up through her whole body. Raine could feel her thighs start to shake as the power of the orgasm she was about to have smashed through her. She scratched his head and sat up, her eyes wide as she came with a loud cry.

  “Holy shi
t!” she squeaked, “I’ve never come as hard as that in my life.”

  “Then wait until you try this,” he told her. Andrew raised one of her legs over his shoulder and ran his fingers down the inner thigh of her other leg.

  “What are you going to...?” She trailed off with a deep groan of sheer pleasure as his fingers dipped inside her pussy, and he hooked them up, pressing on her G-spot. That moan turned into a series of squeaks as Antony rubbed his fingers over her soft insides, slamming them up against her G-spot faster and faster as she thrashed on the bed.

  She grabbed handfuls of the sheets in her fists, the pleasure almost becoming pain as his fingers worked inside her. She could feel the intensity of another orgasm building inside her, completely different this time, but no less intense.

  “Oh God, oh God, ohGodohGodohGod...!” Raine’s body lifted from the bed as she came. Liquid shot from her pussy to soak her leg and the bed – and Antony – as she came.

  “Yes, baby, come for me,” Antony said, but his words were lost to her as she floated on a sea of utter delight. Jolts shook her body, sending ripples through her ample flesh.

  When she managed to open her eyes, Raine looked into the most beautiful pair of green eyes she had ever seen.

  “Antony,” she said in a sleepy voice, “Can we do that again?”

  He chuckled and pulled her to him. “Maybe tomorrow, mon amour.”

  THE END

  Billionaire Seduction: Possession

  A Billionaire Romance

  Possession

  For Raine Daniels the last six months had flown by like a shot. Since that rain soaked night when Antony had shown up, drenched and dirty, with rumpled clothes, and told her he had managed to get away from his controlling family the DuBesne’s, they had moved and created a new life for themselves.

  Both had wanted a clean break and chosen to move north to Connecticut, choosing a large house nestled between an area of forested woodland and a sandy beach offering views out across the bay.

  Raine woke each day to the bright, warm sun pouring through the huge windows and looked down at the garden below her with wonder. It was the same as it had been the first time she saw the place. Antony had come and wrapped his arms around her while she gazed longingly out at the view across New Haven Bay.

  “Could you be happy here?” he had asked, his French-American accent like an aphrodisiac in her ear.

  “We could be happy here.” She corrected him. That short sentence had been all it took for Antony to put in a bid for the place, and after a few weeks, they had bought it.

  It still felt new to Raine, far detached from her previous life in Texas and Illinois, far from her mother’s modest home back in Crutch Junction, where she had grown up among the dust and cacti of rural Texas. Everything was clean and shone with the obvious love and care, which had gone into its construction and maintenance. Marble surfaces complimented the wood flooring throughout, and the bathroom suite looked as if it had come from heaven, with sunken bath – big enough for both of them – and a shower in the corner with a wet-room floor – again, big enough for both of them – and every conceivable convenience already fitted.

  Raine padded through and took a shower, sadly alone as Antony had left early that morning to attend a business meeting in Detroit and would be away for a few days. Her body ached for him, even though he had been inside her a few scant hours ago, and she hated how she felt when he was not here.

  The whole place seemed far colder, much more spacious and vastly empty when he had to leave on business. Even when their friend, Celine, came over for coffee and a chat, Raine felt his absence like a physical ache, a loss she couldn’t describe. It probably didn’t help that she had fallen for him so hard and fast, meeting in a gym in Crutch Junction, where he had rented an entire hotel to ensure his privacy, and she had crashed in. A smile crossed her face as she showered, thinking back to the first time they met.

  Once dressed, Raine made her way through to the kitchen, filling and switching on the coffee machine – her caffeine intake had become legendary in these parts already – and the TV for the morning news. She busied herself, while the machine brewed her stimulant and took the pot out onto the deck to enjoy the morning. A quarter of the way through her latest read, Raine jumped when she heard the doorbell ring but made her way through to the front door, smiling as she recognized Celine’s perfect figure through the panes of frosted glass.

  “Bonjour, darling!” Celine greeted when Raine opened the door, leaning in and kissing her on both cheeks.

  “Hey, Celine,” Raine said with a giggle, happy to see her friend. Raine had been worried at first by Celine’s perfection, with her angelic face and tight, blond curls – especially as they had met when Celine was almost naked and in the suite of rooms where Antony and Raine had just spent the night – her figure could grace the catwalk of Paris, Milan or Rome, and her French accent merely added to her overall appeal. Her saving grace, for Raine at least, was that she was gay, and she had known Antony since he had been sent to France as a child to stay with relatives and get an education abroad.

  “I wasn’t expecting to see you today. Everything all right?”

  Celine nodded. “Oui, mon cher.” She began, “Well I suppose not everything.” Raine grabbed her hand and led her through the house, grabbing an extra cup as they went through the kitchen. Outside, Raine poured her friend a cup and slid it to her, the midnight liquid contrasting with the bone white porcelain starkly.

  Raine said, “Spill the beans.”

  Celine pouted and crossed her lightly tanned legs, letting the light brown, Louboutin simple pump dangle from the toes of her right foot.

  “I have split up with Betsy,” she said in a small voice.

  “Oh no, babes.” Raine managed to strike the right tone. “What happened?” She prepared herself for a dramatic recounting of the tumultuous relationship Celine had been having – for at least a week – with her latest girlfriend. Raine had come to love Celine in the short time they had known each other. The fact she had helped Antony get away from his family and kept his money safe from them aside, she was just a loveable person. But she couldn’t seem to work in any kind of long term relationship, and Raine often had difficulty in keeping up with which girlfriend she was with at the time. The simple fact was that Celine was irresistible to both men and women, so had no difficulty in finding someone else, and that merely added to the problem.

  “I don’t know, darling,” Celine began. “My main problem was she didn’t keep herself clean.” Raine’s eyebrow shot up, and Celine laughed. “She washed but...fuck it. There are only so many times you can go down on a woman and get toilet tissue in your mouth.” Raine just managed to turn her head before spraying her mouthful of coffee onto the lawn.

  “What?” She demanded after choking for a minute or so. Celine laughed her throaty laugh and fixed Raine with a disapproving stare.

  “Come on, darling, you are a woman. You know what things are like down there,” she said indicating her crotch, “If you don’t get a wax or shave or something you get a stubbly pussy.”

  Raine laughed but felt a flush creep up her neck. Celine was many things, but open and vocal about her sex life was certainly one of her major traits, and sometimes she embarrassed Raine with her tales.

  “So anyway after she has been for a pee-pee, then Betsy must have gotten some paper caught on her stubble, and I find it with my tongue. This means she doesn’t wash before coming to me.” Raine nodded in sympathy, not feeling much at all.

  “You do know what this all means, don’t you?” Raine asked after a few minutes of failing to wipe the image of Celine and Betsy from her mind. Celine’s face lit up.

  “Do you mean it?” She squealed, as excited as a little kid at Christmas.

  “We’re going to have a girls’ night out.” Celine clapped her hands. “Oh, I must get my hair done, and I need to go shopping. ’You’ll come with me won’t you, darling? And I’m going to need new shoes and...
”

  Raine smiled. It didn’t take much to make Celine happy again, despite the fact she was a business genius.

  The phone chimed as Celine babbled on about the new purchases she might make, and Raine grabbed the handset, hoping it was Antony calling from wherever he had managed to land.

  “Hello?” Raine breathed. She was met with silence, and her face fell.

  “Darling?” Celine asked. “What is wrong?”

  Raine hung up the phone and tried to force a smile. “It’s nothing really,” she said. “Not long after we moved in here, I started getting these calls. ’There’s no sound, no voice, nothing in the background, but...I know there’s someone there.” She sniffed. “It only seems to happen when Antony’s gone away. We never get any calls when he’s here and...”

  Celine got her cellphone out and called a number.

  “Jackson, Celine. I need some phone work done.” Her tone was completely different to when she spoke to Raine, tough and commanding as she gave this Jackson Raine’s address and phone number. “Get me a list of all the numbers calling here in the last four months.” She demanded and then just hung up. Raine was astounded. “What?” Celine asked.

  “Who was that, and who did you turn into?”

  Celine smiled. “That was Jackson. He does...certain undercover things for us.”

  “Illegal things?” Raine asked.

  Celine waved her hand back and forth uncertainly. “Not really illegal, darling, but he can get information when others can’t.”

  “What about you? It was like you were someone else.”

  Her friend chuckled. “That was my business voice. I use it for work all the time, or people do not take me seriously, with me being so fabulous and beautiful.”

  Raine laughed.