Rich and Seductive: The Fraternity Brothers Series Book Three

by Rose, Emerson

  “You want coffee, T?” Fiona asks Trinity. She comes up with a nickname for everyone. I’m surprised it’s taken her this long to find one for Trinity.

  “Yes, make it a double,” Trinity says.

  “Coming right up. You tell him about your visitor yet?” Fiona asks Trinity.

  “No, I was waiting on the caffeine.”

  “What visitor?” I frown, and there’s alarm in my voice. I’m not even embarrassed at sounding jealous. I don’t like the idea of her having a visitor late at night.

  “Kelly was sitting on my doorstep last night when I got home.”

  “Why on earth would she be at your house?”

  “She was hurt and needed a safe place to go.”

  “And she chose your house for that?”

  “I told you she was at the bonfire. She says she watched me walk home.”

  “How did she get hurt?”

  “Her boyfriend, BJ, the one I told you about, pushed her down and gave her a black eye. The rest of the story might be a little disturbing, I’m warning you.”

  I close my eyes and visualize a man hitting Kelly, and it makes my stomach churn. “Okay, go on.”

  “Were you aware she was bipolar?” Trinity asks.

  “No. I knew she had some erratic behavior at times, and she could be reckless, but I never knew she had an official diagnosis.”

  “She did, and she went off her meds after college.”

  “The same time she broke things off with me.”

  “Yes. She spiraled into a manic episode that led her to hook up with a dangerous crowd of people including her boyfriend, BJ. She’s developed an addiction to heroin, thanks to him. He convinced her into telling him where your yacht was located and when you would be there. He damaged the mast so it would fall on you and cause you to be hospitalized. He wanted you out of the way so he could rob you while you were recovering.”

  Fiona slides a cup of coffee onto the table in front of me, and I breathe in the aroma of dark coffee beans.

  “So, it was BJ who caused my accident?”

  “Yes, it wasn’t an accident after all.”

  Someone sabotaged my yacht. A vision of the mast breaking in half easily when I hadn’t even begun to work on it streaks through my mind. Another memory. “Yes, I remember now. I hadn’t done anything to the mast when it broke. It was much more damaged than I anticipated. Why did she help him?”

  “As I said, he got her hooked on heroin. She couldn’t afford the habit and quitting cold turkey made her sick. He manipulated her into helping him.”

  “Bastard.”

  “You can say that again,” Fiona says, sitting down next to Trinity opposite me.

  “I’m still confused as to why she came to you of all people for help.”

  “She knew BJ wouldn’t look for her at my place.”

  “So, what were you doing all night?”

  “Talking, convincing her to turn BJ into the police, and Fiona got her into a rehabilitation center in Seattle. We put her on a plane right away. She should be settling in by now.”

  “That seems kind of you, all things considered.”

  “See, he thinks it’s weird, too,” Fiona says, pointing at Trinity.

  “I don’t understand why you believed anything she said after all the lies she told me.”

  “I was a drug addict, Lennon. I know how far a person will go to satisfy that craving. Not to mention she’s mentally ill and abused. I wanted to help her, no matter what she’d done.”

  I knew she was an angel. No mortal would be so kind and understanding. I stare at her in amazement. How did I get so lucky?

  “And by the way, she’s pregnant. It’s possible that it’s yours if you two were sleeping together during the past eight weeks,” Fiona says.

  Visions of Kelly and me in bed tangled in the sheets panting and sweaty with lust flash through my head. Shit, we had been in a relationship.

  “You remember something, don’t you?” Trinity asks, placing her hand on top of mine on the table.

  “Yes. We were intimate. I don’t know when or how long, but I remember being with her. Is there a paternity test that can be done this early?” It’s such a jarring sensation when these flashes of memories start coming back to me like bits of a movie I watched long ago and have forgotten.

  “Yes, it’s a blood test called the Non-Invasive Prenatal Paternity Test. It’s a simple blood test from both parents.”

  “I want it done immediately.”

  “I understand. I’ll contact the rehab center and tell them it needs to be done,” Fiona says.

  “And I can draw your blood right here at home,” Trinity adds.

  “Good. Did you call the police on this BJ person?”

  “Yep, he should be in jail as we speak. Not sure how long he will be there, but at least it’s on record that he hurt Kelly, and she’s going to get a restraining order against him,” Fiona says.

  “She feels terrible about trying to manipulate you when you were suffering from amnesia. She asked me to tell you she never wanted you to get hurt, and she’s very sorry about everything,” Trinity says.

  I snort. “Too little too late. I wish her the best, but I hope never to have to see her again.”

  Fiona’s expression is doubtful. “Ditto, man, but if that’s your baby…”

  “If it’s my baby, I’ll support it. If she can’t stay clean, I’ll get custody and raise it myself.”

  I didn’t plan on having kids, but I’m not an asshole. I want to be a part of that baby’s life if it is, indeed, mine.

  “You’re a good man, Lennon,” Trinity says squeezing my hand.

  “Me? I’m just willing to take responsibility for a mistake. You’re the one who stepped up and helped someone who has been trying to keep us apart. And you’re the one who will watch me raise a child I fathered with someone else if it comes down to that. Are you sure you want to be a part of my crazy life?” I don’t want to ask the question. What if she says no, not really, that’s too much to ask? Or, no, I didn’t sign up to raise someone else’s kid.

  “Yes, I’m one hundred percent positive.”

  “You’re not skittish about having a baby around?”

  “I love babies. I just don’t want to have one of my own.”

  “So, it’s the carrying around and delivering of the baby you aren’t interested in.”

  “No, it’s the possibility of passing along an addiction and being responsible for another human being’s happiness that I’m not on board with.”

  “Were your parents addicts?”

  “No. I’m not willing to take any chances, though.”

  “Understood.”

  “Why don’t you want to have kids?”

  “He wants to keep all of his inheritance and take it with him in his casket when he dies,” Fiona says with a chuckle.

  “Hardly. I already have a will, for your information, and a large portion of my family’s fortune will go to charity if there’s no one else to pass it along to.”

  Fiona raises her eyebrows and nods her head. “Nice. You leaving me something for putting up with your stubborn ass all these years?”

  “Oh, I don’t know, there might be something left for one of your many charities.”

  She sticks out her bottom lip in a pout. “Nothing pretty or sparkly?”

  “Do you see a lot of pretty, sparkly things around here, Fiona?”

  Her pouty lips contort into a snarl. “I guess you’re right, this place is all doom and gloom.”

  “What? Not you, too.”

  Trinity looks away out the window holding back a laugh. “You don’t like this house either, do you?” Fiona asks her.

  “I never said that. I prefer more of a California beach style instead of East Coast antique, is all.”

  Fiona’s gaze returns to me. “You’re going to sell this house, aren’t you? For her. And then you’re going to build right on the beach.”

  “I couldn’t sell this house if I wa
nted to. It’s in my father’s name, and it’s been our family home for over one hundred years.”

  “Really? That’s fascinating. And for the record, I don’t want you to sell or move out of your house. I simply have different taste, that’s all,” Trinity says.

  Fiona sighs deeply and places her palms on the table. “Well, lovebirds, I gotta go. I have a million things to do today, and I wasted half of it in bed.”

  “Sorry, if there were anyone else who could have helped me, I wouldn’t have called you,” Trinity says.

  “What about me? You could have called me, you know. I have a few connections.”

  “You’re still recovering, and I didn’t want to wake you. Besides, Fiona is a nurse, and we were dealing with injuries.”

  “Speaking of connections, I told the rehab center to bill you for Kelly’s treatment,” Fiona says standing up and putting her coffee cup in the sink.

  “You what?”

  “The old Lennon would have wanted to do it. You have a history with that woman, one that wasn’t all that bad until the past couple of years. When you remember it all, you’ll know I did the right thing.”

  “You know, it’s annoying that you know more about me right now than I do. I’ll trust you on this one, though, since right now paying for that woman’s treatment is the last thing I feel like doing.”

  “You’ll thank me when all your marbles fall back into place,” she says, dancing out of the room.

  “She’s something else, isn’t she?” Trinity says watching her go.

  “Yes, she is. I’m more interested in you, though. What do you have planned for today?”

  “Nothing much. I should check and make sure Kelly got settled into treatment and that BJ is still in jail. He might be pissed off at me for taking his plaything away.”

  “How would he know it was you?”

  “Kelly believes he has friends who would do things for him. She makes him out to be a gang leader, but I’m not sure how much power he actually wields.”

  “Hmmm, best to be on the safe side and stay here with me today. In my bed. Naked.” I smirk, and she squirms in her chair.

  She tries to look nonchalant shrugging her shoulders and dropping her gaze into her coffee cup with a tiny smile, but I can read her real body language, and it’s saying yes, yes, yes.

  “Or, you could come and sit on my lap right here in the kitchen. Callahan is gone for the day, and no one else is on the grounds.” That gets her attention. Her head snaps up, and she glances at the bulge growing inside my lounge pants.

  “You’re sure no one is here?” she asks.

  “Pretty sure. Part of the thrill of having sex out in the open is the possibility of getting caught, though. You never know when someone might show up to say, work in the garden or deliver a package.”

  “But, no one is supposed to be here, right?”

  “Correct.”

  Her face breaks out into an ear-to-ear smile before she stands up and shimmies out of her shorts and panties, letting them fall onto the tile floor at her feet. I reach for her hand, pulling her toward me, and she straddles me in my lap. I slide my hands up her smooth thighs and grip her voluptuous ass, pulling her closer to me and my erection.

  She begins unbuttoning her wrinkled, slept-in blouse, and I nudge her hands away to take over. She drops her arms at her sides and allows me to lead the show. Every button released brings me closer to her amazing body being pressed up against mine.

  When her shirt is open, I push it off of her shoulders, leaving her bare but for her lace bra. Reaching around to the back of my collar, I pull off my t-shirt in one smooth motion. Her arms float up as if they have a mind of their own and begin exploring my chest and shoulders. She leans forward and kisses my neck first on the right side and then the left.

  I’m rock-hard now, my cock is straining against the material of my lounge pants between us. I need to feel her against me, all of her, inside and out. I unhook her bra and watch as she shakes it free onto the floor with her shorts, panties, and blouse.

  I want to bend her over the table and ravish her, but my damn leg prevents me from doing so. She scoots forward plastering her beautiful dark skin against mine, and I kiss her long and hard losing myself in the moment.

  Her moans and whimpers drive me crazy. I want to be inside of her, need to be inside of her. She pulls the drawstring on my pants and releases my stiff cock, stroking it only once before I lift and impale her. I moan as she slides down around me, her slick pussy encasing my cock.

  “God, you feel amazing. I wish this feeling, being one with you, could last forever,” I whisper against her soft breast.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” she says, settling herself completely around me.

  I breathe her in, the scent of lemon and the ocean exuding from every pore. She even smells like I imagine an angel would.

  “Good to know, Angel. Good to know.”

  20

  Trinity

  I’ve had sex with my share of men but what this is with Lennon is so much more than any of those experiences. It’s not merely sex, it’s spiritual. All of my senses are hyper-heightened. I’m hungry for him, hungry to take in his chiseled body with my eyes, to listen to his moans, feel his slick body wrapped around mine, smell his sandalwood and musky scent, taste the salty sweat on his skin.

  Each sense individually makes me yearn for him, but all five at once push me over the edge into ecstasy. His rough voice slices through my out-of-body experience. “I need you, Angel,” he says, sliding his hands under my ass, encouraging me to move.

  And move I do, up to the tip of his thick cock that fills me like no other man, and down taking him inside me to the hilt. With my toes on the floor and his hands under my behind, we start a slow rhythm at first. I explore his mouth with my tongue, sucking and nibbling on the flesh of his full bottom lip. The urge to bite it is so strong, I move on to his ear and press my cheek against the side of his head so he can hear my breath in his ear. This spurs him on, and he picks up the pace thrusting up into me hard, over and over. His hands are everywhere suddenly, then one is between us, and I move to press my forehead to his as we watch him circle my clit with his thumb as he thrusts in and out of me.

  It’s too much. Without warning, I drop my head back, arch my back, and come around him. My brain explodes with a million sparks, and I dig my fingernails into his shoulders.

  He never stops. He fucks me like it’s his job, and I’m about to name him employee of the month.

  Over and over he continues until suddenly when the aftershock of my orgasm is over, he stops. “Turn around,” he says in a gruff voice.

  I pull away and stand losing my balance on my weak legs. I grab the edge of the kitchen table, and when I’m turned around, he pulls me close as he sinks into me again, one hand on my breast the other between my legs. Moving my hands to the arms of the chair, I lean back against his chest and slide my legs outside of his, giving him full access to my entire body to do with as he pleases.

  Again, his pace begins slow and builds until his body stiffens behind me. With one last thrust, he roars, causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin as we come together. I drop my head back against his shoulder and listen to the only sound in the house—our panting. He slides his hands up my flat belly to my breasts and cups them as we recover from the most intense sexual experience of my life so far.

  “We didn’t get caught,” he says, and I feel him smile against my cheek.

  “Not yet,” I add.

  “Ah, does that mean we’re going to spend the day christening every room of my house?”

  “Maybe not every room. This is a very big house. We should probably save some for another time.”

  “Like next week when Callahan goes golfing.”

  “Or, you could send him on vacation for a week. When’s the last time he had a vacation?”

  He nudges me forward and moves me to face him in his lap. “I can’t remember.”

  “Are you ser
ious? You never let him go on vacation?”

  “I’m not a slave driver. I encouraged him to vacation every year for a long time. Every time he refused saying he prefers his own surroundings. Why don’t we take a week and spend it at your place?”

  “My place? It’s kind of small. So small that it would only take a couple of hours to christen all four rooms.”

  “I don’t mind, in fact, I want to see where you live. I’ve been wondering about it ever since you made it clear that you aren’t fond of my… how did you put it again? My big, dark old house.”

  This man has the memory of an elephant. I can’t believe he remembers me describing his house. “I should never have told you my design preferences. I apologize. Your home is beautiful, and it has tons of old-world character and charm.”

  He tucks a stray hair behind my ear and cups my cheek. “You don’t have to lie, Angel. I didn’t choose this house. I grew up in it. I don’t even know what my design preference is. Who knows, maybe I’ll like your place better.”

  I shrug and turn to kiss his palm. “Okay, when do you want to go?”

  “How about now?”

  “Now works for me. Come on, I’ll help you pack.” I stand, and he ties the drawstring on his lounge pants while I gather up my clothes and put them on. For the first time, it occurs to me that Fiona may not have gotten out of the house before we started fooling around.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks when I pause with my shorts halfway pulled up my legs.

  “You don’t think Fiona was still in the house when…”

  He tips his head to the side for a moment. “I don’t remember hearing the door close, but I’m sure she was gone. She would never have interrupted. You know how badly she wants us to be together, don’t you?”

  “She does enjoy playing cupid, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes, she does. She’s pretty good at pushing two people together when she believes it’s right.”

  “And you think she believes we belong together?”

  “I do, don’t you?”

  I tug up my shorts and slip my shirt on. “I care for you a lot, yes,” I say looking away.