24. Wren

CHAPTER 24

Wren

T his time, his kiss was deeper, and my arms found their way around his neck. Making out with Blane was like mainlining a chocolate fudge sundae. Delicious, moreish, and undoubtedly bad for me. His tongue stroked against mine, and I was keenly aware of the moan I let out. Every sense was heightened, every nerve ending singing with electricity. His bare chest pressed against nipples begging to be released from the confines of my bra, and all the doubt inside me turned to desire. I wanted him. No, I needed him, and the feeling must have been mutual because now his cock had the girth and length of a utility pole. My damp patch was probably the size of a dinner plate.

“More,” I gasped when he pulled away.

But Blane only shook his head and lifted me effortlessly onto my feet. Tears prickled at my eyes in a heartbeat. Why were my emotions so intense around him?

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course not. But you’re not a three-hour girl, Wren Gillebrand, and dinner’s getting cold. ”

“You want me to…eat?”

“I want you to keep your strength up because I have plans for you later.”

My thighs clenched. “You don’t have to work?”

“Joseph can handle it.”

This time when I took a seat opposite Blane, I was shaking. In the space of ten minutes, my world had been rocked to its core, and that core was molten, a puddle of lava sloshing in my belly. I pushed my food around my plate, suddenly too fraught with nerves to eat.

“I thought you liked vegetables?” Blane asked.

“I do.”

“Should I order something else? La Nostra Casa delivers.”

“It’s not the food that’s the problem.” I took a deep breath and decided to be honest. “It’s you, going hot and then cold.”

Blane’s forehead creased in puzzlement. “No, I’m still hot.”

Oh, he was. Incendiary.

“I meant that one minute you’re kissing me, and the next you’re dumping me off your lap and telling me to eat my stir-fried salad.”

“That wasn’t me going cold. That was me desperately trying to act like a gentleman when what I want to do is bend you over this counter, tear off those stretchy pants, and fuck you until walking is nothing but a distant memory. And it’s still an option, but I thought you might need a moment to digest the next step in our relationship.”

“Our relationship?”

Our one-week stand or whatever this was? Weird connection or no weird connection, this couldn’t be a long-term thing. Blane was a living god, and I was…not. There was a fifty-fifty chance I’d have to leave Vegas an yway, so maybe it was worth the risk to experience his monster cock in the interim, but a relationship ?

“You felt the bond. What else do you think this is?”

“Uh, an ill-advised womanly reaction to good genes?”

“I’m not wearing jeans; we’ve already established that.”

A giggle burst from my lips, and then I realised he was actually serious.

“Genes as in genetics? Never mind, just forget the food and bend me over the freaking counter, okay?”

Blane moved at dizzying speed. One moment, I was staring at that handsome face, and the next, my cheek was pressed against icy granite. All the reasons why this was a terrible idea flashed through my mind as he kept his word and shredded my yoga pants.

He was my boss.

He was hung up on the past.

He held all the power.

But tonight, I didn’t care.

Every time I tried to permanently exorcise the ghost of Dom’s dick from my psyche, my chosen partner fell woefully short of the mark. Dating apps were a minefield. Either I attracted a forty-year-old sleaze who’d fabricated his entire profile, or I got a man with serial killer vibes. Caria had stepped in to rescue me more than once. And now I had to rescue her. Blane was my best hope for that.

Blane, who was currently fiddling with my bra strap.

“It’s hooked behind—” I started. “Okay, you got it.”

Why was there a weird burning smell in the air? I forgot to worry about it when he cupped my breasts in his hands, rolling my nipples in a way that sent sparks shooting downward. He was in the driver’s seat tonight. I was just along for the ride.

“So sweet and delicate,” he murmured into my ear as he nudged my legs farther apart. “I’m going to ruin you for mere mortals.”

I didn’t doubt that promise.

“Tell me you have protection? And I’m not talking about a gun,” I added to clarify.

“I don’t own a gun.” Was he serious? He was tangling with Zion and Laurent, and he didn’t have a single firearm? “But I do have plenty of condoms.” Good to know where his priorities lay. He dragged one finger through my slick folds. “And lube is irrelevant tonight.”

That finger skated over my clit, and a shudder ran through me. He’d barely touched me, and I was already ready to detonate.

“Hurry up.”

“I thought women liked it when men took their time?”

“Okay, so usually that’s true, but rules are made to be broken.”

Lords above, that finger was magic. It worked its way in maddeningly slow circles, pressing and releasing, teasing as Blane swept my hair to one side and peppered kisses across the back of my neck. It was over in roughly two minutes. The orgasm tore through me, and if he hadn’t pinned me to the counter with his hips, I would have sunk to the floor. My legs were as wobbly as a baby fawn’s. I slumped onto the granite and relished the refreshing coolness.

“Angels above,” I muttered.

“Not quite. I’m the other guy. Don’t move.”

“I can’t. I literally can’t.”

He walked away, and I felt that bond stretching, stretching, even though he was still in the apartment. And I hated that. I needed him close. I just…needed him. Footsteps, the rip of foil, and he pressed against me again.

“Spread your legs wider, my little succubus.” He ran a fingertip down my spine as I obliged, and that one little touch sent tentacles of heat through me. This was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Sex had always been me lying on the back seat of a car or later a bed, and even though Dom had been the best of my past lovers, I could count the number of times he’d left me satisfied on one hand.

Blane could leave me satisfied with one hand.

“Look at me, Wren.” He fisted his hand in my hair and turned my head to the side. “Are you okay?”

“Define ‘okay.’”

Oh, hell, he’d taken his pants off, his underwear too, and that cock was enormous.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Absolutely not. I want you to hurry up and keep your promise. Ruin me.”

First, he kissed me again, nipping at my lower lip. Pain mingled with pleasure, and I gasped as the sensation travelled through my body. All my life, I’d wished for gentle hands and rose petals, for sweetness and love, but it turned out that what my body really needed was a dirty devil who took control.

Blane pushed me down on the counter again, and that filthy cock nudged at my entrance. He gave me an inch. Two inches.

“More. I want all of it.”

He slid in on a groan, and I gritted my teeth as I adjusted to his size. Who would have guessed he was hiding that beast beneath those tailored suits? I mean, the three-hour girls had always left smiling, but I’d also heard rumours that payment was involved, so… Yowzers! He slammed into me, and I cried out.

“Oh my?—”

“Blane. I’m Lucian Blane, and that’s what you’ll call me.”

He gripped my hips and thrust again. I had to stand on tiptoes, and my calves burned as he pumped into me with a punishing rhythm. Or at least, it should have been punishing, and there was pain around the edges, but that was nothing compared to the orgasm barrelling toward me like a freight train. So wrong, yet so good. My whole body stiffened as I clenched around him, and when he released a moment later, a wildly different kind of heat spread through me.

“Angel…” Sweet Blane was back again. He leaned over my spent, sweat-slicked body, his breath puffing against my ear. “You’re beautiful. You’re perfect. You’re mine.”

“Yours,” I mumbled back, too shattered to say anything else.

Then I found myself in his arms, my limbs limp as he carried me to his bedroom. To his gargantuan bed with views over Vegas. I’d never been inside before, only caught glimpses from the doorway, and I realised there was a roof terrace to the side that I never knew existed. A private sanctuary in the middle of the city buzz.

“The glass is one-way,” he said when he caught me looking. “Nobody can see us.”

At that moment, I didn’t care about the glass. All I cared about was the connection. He laid me gently on silky sheets, and when he settled next to me, I curled against his side.

“That was so…so…unexpected.”

“I knew last night that it would happen. It was just a question of when.”

“I meant the intensity.”

He brushed damp hair back from my face. “That’s what happens when you meet the person you’re meant to be with.”

Blane was actually serious, wasn’t he? This wasn’t simply some line he was spinning to get me into bed. After those orgasms, I’d get naked with him any time he wanted, so there really was no need to lie.

“Talk to me, Wren,” he ordered.

“I…I don’t know what to say. I guess I’m a bit dazed right now.”

“You’re not the only one.”

“You don’t look dazed.”

“Looks can be deceiving.” A long pause. “I thought Nevaeh was it for me. That I’d met my soulmate and lost her, and I’d never again experience that bond. Then you came into my life and tilted my world on its axis. So now I have to adjust to the fact that my understanding was flawed, and that’s going to take a few days. I imagine it’ll take you time to get used to the idea as well.”

Blane stroked my back, the gesture comforting rather than sexual.

“I’m scared,” I confessed. “Of what I’m feeling, of what’s happening. My life is out of control, and you have all the power.”

“No, no, no. Wren, you’re the one with the power here.”

“How do you figure that?”

“You hold my heart in your hands, my darling, and you could crush it if you chose.”

I put a hand on his chest and felt those heartbeats, strong and steady, and they calmed my rising sense of panic.

“This is getting kinda heavy for a first date, Blane.”

“I don’t mean for it to feel that way. It’s just a simple fact. But if you’d prefer to hold my cock in your hands tonight, that would also be acceptable.”

The smirk was back, a relief because horny Blane was easier to deal with. Horny Blane didn’t send my emotions bungee jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge.

“I’ d rather taste you.”

He gestured toward his rapidly hardening utility pole. “Feast away.”