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Drawn Together bs-6

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by Lauren Dane


  “I have little weights too. We’ll deal with those next time. For now you look like the best present I ever received and I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.”

  “All right.” She put her hands back into position and watched his pupils swallow a bit more of his irises.

  He blew out a breath and stepped closer again.

  He fisted his cock over and over as he watched her. She couldn’t tear her eyes from the way he touched himself. So sure and unashamed.

  But she wanted to be touching him. So much that she ached from it.

  “Please.”

  He paused. “Please what, darlin’?”

  “Please let me do that. Please touch me. Please fuck me. Whatever. Just please.” She’d never in her entire life begged a man or a woman to give her something sexual.

  He moved to her, reaching out to caress a hand over her hair, stopping to tip her chin up so he could brush his lips over her mouth. “So pretty. How can I turn down a request from such a beautiful woman?”

  He straightened, sliding the head of his cock against her mouth. The salt of him awakened her senses and she had to clasp her hands tighter to keep from reaching out. He hadn’t told her she could.

  She swirled her tongue around the head, smearing that pre-come as she did. He grunted when she took him into her mouth totally, sucking him back as far as she could without losing her balance or doing something undignified like gagging.

  He fucked into her mouth slow and easy for some time. Long enough that the rhythm of it lulled her senses.

  Jonah watched her as he clenched his jaw to keep control. He wanted to spin her around and thrust his cock into that sweet, juicy pussy. But this was too good to stop. Her compliance, the way she was with her hands clasped, wearing the hoops he’d given her in her nipples and clitoral hood, the chain against the pale cream of her skin, he wasn’t ready to let that go just yet.

  “Yes, yes, like that.”

  She’d had her hair up for their dinner out but when they’d danced it had come loose a little, sending tendrils around her face and at the back of her neck. He pulled the pins out, letting it all free, so cool and soft against his hands and wrists. Thick and dark.

  He held her head, cradled it between his palms as he began to fuck her face. To press his cock deep and pull back, watching the slick, dark stalk of his cock, the swell of her lips. The sound was enough, wet around her moans and hums of pleasure.

  She got off on this as much as he did. Thank God.

  Finally he couldn’t hold it back any longer so he pulled out, letting go. “That’s enough for now. I want you on your back. Hands above your head. Spread your thighs.”

  She complied, moving slow. Her expression was dreamy, in direct contrast with the swollen, dark nipples.

  Her scent hung in the air, beating at him.

  “You smell good enough to eat.”

  He grabbed her ankles, pushing her feet back and her knees up, keeping her open to his gaze and his mouth. She was dark and wet, swollen.

  There was no more waiting. He had to take her.

  He took a long lick, tugging on the ring with his teeth. She shivered and then moaned.

  “You’re so juicy. Do you like this, hmm?”

  “God, yes!”

  He smiled before he went back to work. Licking, sucking, loving every dip and fold. Her pussy was as delicious as it was sensitive. He knew she wasn’t far from climax. Felt the tremble in the muscles of her thighs as he sucked her clit slowly and slid two fingers up into her cunt.

  He picked up his pace, flicking his tongue against her clit relentlessly, keeping the pressure even until she breathed out his name and came against his lips, her hips rocking to take what she wanted from him.

  After she’d stopped trembling, he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.

  “Hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind.”

  He’d put a condom near when he’d brought the nipple jewelry over, so he got it on quickly as she moved into position. Her back was gorgeous this way, her hair over her face. He’d let her hide for the time being so they could both keep their bearings.

  He wanted to roll around in her scent. His hands smelled like her skin. Like coconut and sex and whatever it was that made up Raven.

  He aligned his cock and slid deep in one hard thrust and she groaned so deep in her gut he felt the vibrations of it to his balls.

  He grabbed her hips and began. Slowly but surely, stroking into her deeply. Over and over as he drove himself up, back toward the climax she’d nearly toppled him into just minutes before.

  The muscles and curve of her hips played against his palms as he held on.

  Being with her was totally natural and yet utterly unreal all at the same time. She was so much more than he’d bargained for. Everything.

  He pressed in one last time with a snarl as he let himself fall into climax before toppling to the bed, holding her close as he came.

  He slid onto a barstool next to his brother.

  “I ordered you a scotch.”

  Jonah tipped his chin. “I knew there was a reason I kept you around. I haven’t eaten yet; you have time for a bite?” He really wanted to bounce some stuff off Levi, who in addition to being his brother, happened to also be his best friend. He knew anything he said would be kept in confidence.

  “Daisy’s got some shindig with Delicious so I would just be eating leftovers of some sort anyway. They have a decent bar menu here.”

  They did, and he and his brother ordered food and headed to a booth when one opened up.

  “The server was giving you the eye.” Levi lifted his glass. “Still got it, even for an old guy.”

  “I fucked her once. Right after the divorce.”

  Levi snorted. “Damn.”

  “It was all right. She made a lot of noise, but I don’t think she really meant it.”

  “Maybe you need me to show you where everything is?”

  Jonah snorted. “I know where everything is. I never felt compelled to call her again. Because as Raven points out, I’m an asshole.” He laughed.

  “She said that?”

  “As it happens, she was making a very good point.” He explained it to Levi, who shrugged and nodded.

  “She’s pretty smart. But sort of . . . wild. You having a midlife crisis or something?”

  “Fuck off. You’re shacked up with a girl nearly half your age.”

  “Dude, there’s a lot to be said for midlife crises. Mine came with a hot artist with tits that defy gravity. What’s not to like? I have all my hair and I’m in love.”

  “A crisis implies there’s something wrong you need to make up for. This isn’t a crisis. It’s the opposite. I feel totally clear for the first time since Carrie was born. I’m head over my ass in love.”

  “Love? Jonah, you’ve been seeing her what? A month?”

  “Not quite. But I’m not a teenager. I’ve been to the rodeo, so to speak. I know what infatuation is. I know what lust is. Lust was me fucking the server over there. This woman gets to me. Not because she’s gorgeous, though certainly that’s a bonus. Not because she’s insightful and intelligent, talented, artistic. Not just because she makes me feel like no one ever has in bed. There’s a connection with her that I’ve never, ever had before. I click with her. She . . . I don’t know how to put it into words that do it justice, Levi. But she makes me feel. She makes me work harder than I ever have with a woman. Goddamn, she’s defensive. Bitchy. Sharp and prickly. But so vulnerable. Fragile. The sum of her is irresistible.”

  “So you’re going to save her? Is that it? Be the guy who’s done what no one else has?”

  “First of all, Dr. Phil, I already have done what no one else has. I listen to her. I accept her. But I don’t take her shit. And I don’t let her push me away. I’m not with her because I’m some fuck-drunk frat boy who has a hard-on for ink and piercings. She’s something else. More than I ever thought I’d find in a partner. She’s a grown-up. She listens to me.
She sees things in a way most never will. I don’t need to save her. She’s a woman who’s done plenty of her own saving. She’s endured a lot.” He sipped his drink.

  “I’m just saying it seems sudden. You’re not a sudden type of guy.”

  “Isn’t love really about someone being something no one else has been? Isn’t that what you have with Daisy? What you didn’t with Kelsey? What I never did with Charlotte? Isn’t it about that connection that clicks and settles down all that noise in your head? She excites me. She challenges me. I’m on fire when I’m with her. Not just the sex, though, wow. She’s that part inside I never knew I’d been missing. But now that I’ve found her, I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

  Levi dug into the sandwich he’d ordered. “Wow. Well, congratulations then. For what it’s worth, I like her. Though she’s prickly, no doubt about it.”

  “Now I just have to convince her I’m in it for the long haul. A lot of people have failed her in her life.” Jonah paused, wiping his mouth. “This is going to make us both uncomfortable, but here goes. You’re into the D/s stuff right? I mean, we’ve skirted around it . . .”

  Levi nodded. “It wasn’t something I was really able to get into with Kelsey. I dabbled before Daisy. But she, Daisy, I mean, she just—it works with her. You and Raven?” Levi ate a while as he thought. “I’d be careful around any possible stuff that might bring up her abuse. I’m assuming she’s got some in her background and that’s what you were referring to.”

  “I don’t want to say too much about that. She’s given me her confidence and I can’t betray it. But it hasn’t been an issue. Her sexuality is strong. She’s vibrant. She knows what she wants and I have zero doubt that if she didn’t want it, she’d let me know. This isn’t therapy for her. Or me for that matter. She needs . . . a strong hand. She needs to let go of all her control.”

  “So you’re going to take her in hand?”

  “Not in a paternalistic sense. Like I said, she’s a grown-ass woman. But all her bullshit notions about what a relationship is, what it means to be with someone, they need to be broken apart. She submits, holy shit, she gives over and it’s like everything just feels perfect. I need to break down her defenses, so she knows she can count on me.”

  “That makes sense. Bind her perhaps?”

  “I can’t believe we’re having this discussion.” Jonah snorted, taking a few hearty gulps of his scotch.

  “Ha. You started it.”

  “I’m going to collar her.”

  Levi sat back. “Really? I can’t imagine she’d go for that.”

  “Not to own her. But I think she needs that underline on my commitment. It’s a declaration from me, a tangible one. I think she needs to be peeled open, layer after layer, and since we really click sexually, I think that’s our key.”

  Levi nodded. “I can see that. But I’d be sure my first-aid kit was stocked. Just in case she sees it differently.”

  Jonah snorted. “She’s dangerous enough to kick my ass if I push too hard.”

  “Hot though. Daisy undoes me when she’s like that. So, when are you seeing her again?”

  “She’s coming over next week to do some more on my back. But I’m trying to get her to agree to be my date for the museum benefit this weekend. You and Daisy will be there, right?”

  “Yes.” Levi gave him a look. “You sure about that?”

  “Why?”

  “Don’t give me that face. Mother is going to be there. Have you told her about Raven yet?”

  “I’m a forty-two-year-old man. I don’t run my romantic life past my mother. Anyway, she and I are having lunch before the board meeting on Thursday so I was planning on it then.” He shrugged. “I mean to make Raven part of my life. I’m telling Carrie about her this week. I wanted to do it face-to-face, but she’s getting ready to go to Paris with her friends and I wanted her to know before I took her around anywhere she’d come into contact with Mother.”

  “How do you think Carrie is going to react?”

  “If she isn’t happy for me, I raised her wrong.”

  “True. It’s not like you’ve been bringing all manner of random chick around since you and Charlotte split. Mother, on the other hand . . .”

  “Whatever.”

  “You know I’ve got your back. You kicked my ass when I messed things up with Daisy. We want you to be happy like we are. And in case you’re wondering, those are her words. I’m more prone to bad words and threats to keep you in line.”

  Jonah grinned at his brother. “Hopefully it’ll be all right.”

  Raven lay on her belly, dancing a plastic horse around as Alexander made growling sounds with his.

  “Dude, horses don’t growl.” Ben grinned at his son.

  “Mine do.” Alexander nodded once and went back to growling and prancing.

  Raven tried not to laugh.

  “Good thing you came over. Brody and Elise will be here in a few minutes with Marti and Rennie.”

  Alexander clapped. “Yay! Pizza!”

  “I was thinking tacos.”

  Alexander got serious for a moment and then nodded. “’Kay.”

  “Want some help?”

  “You’re not going to try to beg off?”

  “You’d only guilt me into staying. I haven’t seen the girls in a few weeks, anyway.”

  Erin liked the change in her friend. It had been a very long time coming. But Raven seemed comfortable with Elise at long last. And maybe even herself.

  “Ben, you need to take over horse duty.” Raven handed the plastic horse to him and he settled in with Alexander.

  They went into the kitchen and washed up. “So?” Erin began to pull ingredients from the fridge.

  “Things are good.”

  “I didn’t even have to poke at you for ten minutes to get you to tell me. Must be good.”

  Raven looked up from where she’d started cleaning the produce. “It is. They are. Whatever.”

  “You two have spent a lot of time together lately.”

  “We have. We spent pretty much the entire day together on Monday. Went up to Snoqualmie to look at the leaves. Walked a lot. He’s a hand holder. Opens doors. Pulls my chair out. He glowers at people if they don’t move out of my way when we’re on the sidewalk.”

  Erin loved that about her men. Loved the way they always made her feel protected. Cherished.

  “It’s not that I can’t do it for myself. But he likes to and I let him. He sort of gets that I’m letting him. He’s nice to me. Though, he’s so pushy. Always wants to know about my childhood and stuff.”

  Erin stilled a moment and then kept moving. “And?”

  “I told him some. He saw the scars. I told him about that. He knows I was in foster care. Not all of it,” Raven added quickly. “I don’t want his pity. I don’t know if I could stand it. If he pitied me, I mean.”

  “Sometimes, just saying it out loud lifts the weight.” Erin knew about this personally. Knew what it felt like to hold all that pain inside until she’d finally shared it with Todd and then Ben. Knew that it had brought them all closer to have shared her grief.

  Knew too that Jonah Warner would keep pushing Raven to share and that hopefully, if Raven didn’t balk and run off, she might have found a person worthy of her confidences.

  Raven lifted a shoulder. “It’s hard to say it out loud sometimes.”

  “I know. But it’s not you. You did nothing wrong.”

  “Academic.”

  Erin knew about guilt over things that weren’t her fault too.

  “Sometimes you should listen to your head as well as your gut.”

  “I’m trying. He wants to stay over. God.”

  Erin snorted as she began to shred cheese. “I imagine he’s not one to take no for an answer.”

  “No.”

  “Why don’t you just tell him?”

  “Tell him what? I don’t need therapy, Erin, so don’t start on me with your freaking psychological mumbo jumbo about why I like
to sleep alone.”

  “Alexander has slept over.”

  Raven smiled, softening. For her baby. Love swamped Erin just then. Raven would take a bullet for Alexander. She loved that boy and he loved his auntie right back.

  “He’s my best guy. Clearly the rules can be broken for him.”

  “I’m just saying, rules were meant to be broken. Especially when they exist to bandage some long-ago trauma that may need a little sunlight and fresh air.”

  Raven grunted and went back to work.

  Brody came over before Erin could do much more nosing around. Marti, Brody and Elise’s toddler, came into the kitchen at a full run, her arms open. When she saw Raven as well as Erin her face lit even more. She squealed with total joy as Raven stepped to her and swung her up into a hug.

  “Martine, my love. I think you’re a foot taller now.”

  Marti threw chubby arms around Raven’s neck.

  Rennie came into the room and it struck Erin that her niece was nearly a teenager. In just a few months she’d be thirteen. But she had her mother’s beauty. Pale hair, big blue eyes. A dancer’s long, lean body.

  “Why hello, Rennie.” Erin hugged her.

  “Hey, Aunt Erin.” She grinned. “Thanks for the awesome paints. I’m working on something now. You know, to thank you.”

  Elise came in, smiling at the sight of her daughters with Raven and Erin.

  “I want to see too.” Raven handed Marti to Erin and then tipped her chin to Rennie, who still looked at her like she was the most awesome fireworks show ever.

  “My art?”

  “Yeah. Your dad showed me some the last time I saw him. He’s got like forty pictures of it on his phone. But that’s not the same as in real life.”

  Rennie blushed and then bent when Alexander came in, patting her thigh. “Yo, Nee!”

  “Hey, Alexander.” She knelt to hug him and he handed her a horse.

  “Come play.”

  Rennie waved at them and followed Alexander out.

  “She’s a great kid,” Erin said before turning her attention back to Marti, kissing those chubby toddler cheeks. “Where’s Brody?”

  “Jeez.” Raven went back to work. “Hello, Elise. How are you? Sorry about Erin’s manners. You know how she gets when she’s got a baby in her arms.”

 

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