Undeniable: Reverse Harem Story #3 Page 5

  He trusted me to get us there and for that I was floored. Chance’s soul was gentle and somehow it hadn’t been destroyed. I would treasure it like the gift it was.

  “All of it.” He told me. “Can you just tell me all of it tonight? I want you and I can’t think anymore. My brain is off. I just… love you, Giovanna.”

  I nodded, not misunderstanding him. “Squeeze my breasts and then when you’ve had your fill of that I want you to suck hard on my tits. As hard as you can. I don’t mind a pinch of pain.”

  His breathing picked up, and he lifted his head, doing just as I asked. Chance was into my boobs differently, maybe more than the other two. It came with his love of me in all things panties and bras. His family used to make them, mass produce them in foreign countries, and then they’d sold the business. He lived now off that inheritance. If he was to be believed, his fascination with the garments had formed early, but me in them was what he really liked.

  I believed him.

  “Chance.” I stopped him right before he began. “I want your shirt off.”

  He nodded. “I love skin-to-skin.”

  I did, too. When his shirt was off, he returned to my breasts, taking one in his hand while he bit down on the other one. I cried out. Yes, that was what I’d wanted him to do. “You taste like strawberries.”

  His voice was low. I wrapped my arms around his bare chest. My breasts were swollen from his ministrations, and when my free nipple touched his skin, it burned in response. Yes, I was ready for this. I wanted him.

  I pulled back and kissed him. We never, any of us, spent enough time just kissing each other. He made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like a sigh. “I love you, Chance.”

  He tugged me closer, and I let him. Whatever he needed tonight, however he needed me, he was getting it. He let go and returned to my breasts, taking the other nipple in his mouth. He bit down, and I jolted. Yes, I loved that. If there was something wrong with liking that kind of pain, then I didn’t mind being wrong.

  I dug my fingers into his back, and he grinned. Yes, I’d say Chance didn’t mind it either. “Keep going. Lower. And take off all your clothes now. I want to be able to touch you, too.”

  He pulled back just enough to remove his clothes from his body and throw them aside. I ran my hands down his chest, feeling the slightest dusting of hair. His abs were well defined although he remained thin. It was like Chance was surprisingly strong. Long and lean.

  I let my hand travel further down until I could touch his hard cock. It jumped under my tiny touches. He flared his nostrils. “I’m going to come fast. I… I want to make you come before I’m in at least once. If that’s okay with you.”

  “Truth is Chance, you know I want what you want. You want me steering tonight I steer. But if that’s what you want? Do you think I’m going to say no? Make me come.”

  He rolled me over until he could move over me on the bed. I might have pointed out another time that having him on top sort of negated the submission of this, but I was getting the impression that what he wanted was to know he could turn off being in charge if he so desired.

  Maybe my agreeing to it had been all he needed? I didn’t even really know what was going on with Chance just yet. But damn, I loved him and I wanted him. For now, that was enough.

  He crawled down my body, kissing as he went. Chance spent a few minutes really kissing my scar. He loved on it like he needed to make sure every inch of it was swept up in his adoration. I closed my eyes. Each kiss made me shiver. Eventually, he got right where I wanted him to be. He moaned, which only made me wetter. I squirmed with want.

  Chance didn’t touch me with his finger as I expected but instead went right in with his mouth, licking my clit with a long stroke. I cried out, and he moaned again. “You are so fucking hot, Vonni. I could do this all day, every day.”

  That was quite a thought. But then I couldn’t think at all. He licked and licked, making love to my clit as if it really was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. I couldn’t breathe, and I also never needed to breathe again.

  And then just like that I came, hard. My hips bucked off the bed, and I cried out, over and over again. I gripped onto the bed. His mouth met my own, drinking in my cries. He pushed my legs slightly further apart before he pressed inside of me, suddenly balls deep. The fullness swept through me while the sense of belonging to him made the moment even more special.

  “Hold on.” He pulled out, grabbing for a drawer next to the bed. Oh, that was right. The condom. We’d been so lost to the moment, but he remembered. He quickly sheathed himself, and then I had the sheer joy of him when he pushed inside me again.

  We both cried out. “I love you, Chance. I love you, love you, love you.”

  “I love you so much.”

  We spoke some version of the words over and over while he moved inside of me. He’d said he wasn’t going to be able to hold out long, but he was wrong. We were so in sync, the minutes passing slowly. How could there be so much pleasure in the universe? How could it be that—after everything that could go wrong did—I was here with Chance?

  My thoughts were nonsensical. It was just about the two of us. And as he cried out, coming inside of me, I found pleasure again, right there with his body on top of mine and his heart holding my own as tightly as our bodies embraced.

  * * *

  Chance wasn’t sleeping and neither was I. I listened to him breathe and to the sound of his heart as the night moved slowly by us. New York City was alive outside, the Upper East Side quieter than other parts of the city, but still alive and chugging. Still, I was cocooned with Chance, happy to do nothing but lie there with him and let the rest of the world do what it wanted to do.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” If he didn’t, that was fine but something was eating Chance. He wasn’t himself, and I was here for him whenever or if he ever wanted to confide.

  He nodded. “A lawyer employed by my father has been trying to get in touch with me. It’s been… bringing back a lot of crap that I always think I’ve got a handle on and then I don’t.”

  I leaned up on my elbow to stare at his lovely face. “Living with your father beating you until you were old enough to kick him out on his ass and tell him to never speak to you again isn’t exactly the kind of thing you get over. Maybe it’s more like you live to cope with it.”

  “Yes, the psychologist I saw for a while after, to deal with both that and the death of my mother, talked about coping skills. So you and she are on the same page.” He brought my hand to his mouth to kiss it. His lips were gentle. “I worry I have him inside of me.”

  I shook my head. “You don’t. You can take my word on that.”

  “Okay. I will.” He sighed, squirming.

  No wonder he’d been off. This was a huge jab at his equilibrium. “Has your father or his lawyer tried to get in touch with you before?”

  “Not once.” He sighed. “I haven’t returned a single phone call, text, or email. He’s just being very persistent.”

  I kissed his side. “What do you suppose he wants?”

  “I’ve been dwelling on this way too much, Vonni. I don’t want to fuck up at work and sometimes I just can’t stop thinking about it. If he were dead, I’d know. He’s enough of a figure in the sense that we’re very rich that someone would report his death in the news somewhere and I’d get an email or text about it. Someone other than this lawyer.”

  That made sense. “Have you talked to your brother? Is he trying to reach him?”

  “That’s another thing. If he was trying to reach Jack, you’d think that Jack would be in touch with me about it.”

  I bit down on my lip as I considered this. “Didn’t you tell me that Jack tried to protect you for years and years? Maybe he still is. Maybe he’s thinking that not contacting you is protecting you.”

  He tilted his head to the side. “I didn’t consider that. Or maybe he’s waiting for me to contact him.” He rubbed his eyes. “All of this wou
ld be easier if I just responded. Like I’d actually know what they wanted and then I could decide I needed to deal with it or wanted to or not.”

  “But you’re stuck in this circular loop where you can’t do anything. What are the other reasons he could be calling? Could he be trying to sue you for your grandmother’s money?”

  Chance shook his head. “No, she was my maternal grandmother. He doesn’t have a say in any of this or in what Jack inherited. He has his own money, and if he’s blown through it, that’s too fucking bad. I’m not helping him.” He visibly swallowed. “My mother fell on ice and hit her head. That’s how she died. I wonder sometimes if he pushed her. I mean, I have no proof of that, just this gut feeling. Did he kill my mother?”

  That was awful. Even if there was no basis in fact whatsoever, to have to live with the question must eat at him. I ran my hands through his hair. “I am so sorry about this.”

  “What if he wants to apologize? Ask for forgiveness? Am I capable of forgiving him? Do I even want to?”

  Well, there was the crux of the problem for sure. “How do you feel about that?”

  “I don’t know. I really don’t.” He sat straight up. “I’m calling in the morning.”

  “Do you have to wait that long?”

  Chance leaned over to look at his phone. “It’s ten p.m. I think the lawyer is probably home. Not business hours.”

  “Look, I don’t know a lot about these things, but it seems to me that if Banyan can get a plane for all of you to go to India and bring his father’s doctor in under a day, then maybe the lawyer who works for your father doesn’t get to work regular hours either. I mean, maybe he’s being paid to take your call whenever it happens.”

  He blinked, staring at me. “You’re fucking right.”

  I kind of thought I was. I was new to this whole the rich can have whatever they want whenever they want it thing, and I was only observing it from a distance. Chance grabbed his phone. He pressed a button and waited with the phone on speaker.

  It rang. I could be wrong. We might very well end up listening to some message for the law offices telling us to call back tomorrow.

  When a voice answered I let out a breath I’d held.

  “Is this Charles Montgomery?”

  I might never get used to hearing Chance referred to that way. He nodded as he spoke. “It is. Who am I speaking with?”

  “Oh, you called back my cell phone. This is David Robinson, Jr. I’m your father’s attorney. We’ve been trying to get ahold of you.”

  A muscle ticked in Chance’s jaw. “I’m aware.”

  He didn’t elaborate past that. Apparently, if this man wanted to speak to Chance, he was going to have to do all the talking.

  “I see. Well, Mr. Montgomery, I’m very glad that you decided to return my call. Your father is very anxious to speak to you. He doesn’t believe you will speak to him directly. I am reaching out to you on his behalf, as I told you in several messages.”

  Chance remained silent. I squirmed in discomfort. I hoped he never got silent with me.

  David spoke again. “Your father isn’t well. He’s been diagnosed with a terminal illness, and his doctors have told him to get his affairs in order. I’m legally allowed to tell you this and to inform you that he would very much like to get back in touch with you before he dies.”

  My heart fell into my stomach. So Chance had been right; his father hadn’t died, but this was an asking for forgiveness thing. Or maybe not. That word hadn’t been used here at all.

  Chance jolted forward, looming over the phone that he dropped onto the bed. “I have no interest in being one of the affairs that my father gets in order. He can consider me crossed off his to-do list before he dies. I am not interested in the least in a reunion.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that. If you change your mind, please reach out to me.”

  Chance hung up a second before he picked up his phone and threw it across the room. It hit the wall with such a loud thump that I jumped.

  He put his head in his hands. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

  I got to my knees, drawing him close to me, his head on my chest. I hung onto him as his body began to shake. “It’s okay, Chance. You don’t have to hold it in. It’s okay.”

  A loud sob tore from his body. His arms finally came around me, holding on for dear life as tears hit my chest. “I’m sorry, Vonni. I am not a crier.”

  “Don’t you dare apologize. This is awful. So bad I don’t even have words to give you. I’m sorry your father was this man. I’m sorry you have to face this. I am just so sorry.”

  He didn’t say anything else. He just let me hold him while he cried. This beautiful man, who I loved so much, always carried all of this inside him and with no indication on the outside.

  Eventually, he fell asleep in my arms, wrung out beyond what I could fathom. My parents were heartless. Chance’s dad had been a monster. And yet my sweet love was so good inside I knew I’d never understand the depth of it.

  Chapter 5

  I stumbled downstairs at two in the morning. I couldn’t sleep. Chance was out like a light, sleeping the way only a person whose brain had completely shut down could do. My heart clenched when I thought about it. I was looking for my phone charger. I never seemed to remember where I plugged it in. I sighed. There were a lot of rooms in this beautiful old house and a lot of outlets to go with them.

  Finally, when I found it in the quiet kitchen, I plugged in my phone. Somewhere in the distance I heard a television. Banyan sometimes fell asleep with it on in his room. I doubted it was Maven. He was trying to keep better hours, and he liked quiet when he slept.

  Chance wanted to renovate the house, but I hoped when he did that it didn’t lose the charm that made this place feel like home.

  I clicked on my email app. I hadn’t wanted to check it with 1% battery on the phone. I scanned through my emails. Nothing from my mother or father, not that I’d expected any. I sighed. That was going to be an ache with the same power to floor me as Chance’s father was for him. Not that I wanted to compare. We were all entitled to our own pain.

  A message caught my attention. MollyMay was the screen name. I blinked. It couldn’t be. Could it? With shaking hands I opened up the subject line that read Saw You. I hadn’t thought about my former roommate since I’d been back. I assumed the police were looking into it and that she’d gone into the wind. I’d been gone for weeks with no communication, and I wasn’t in my small college town anymore.

  But there it was… I sucked in a long breath.

  Giovanna

  Hi, love. Just saying hi. I saw you on the street today. Well, I was looking for you. You got out of a taxi and walked inside. Took some snooping but I figured out where you live. Public records and all that. Can’t wait to see you soon. We’ll burn together.

  Molly

  I leaned over and puked right into the kitchen garbage. She’d been here. How was that possible? When my stomach emptied, I forced my shaking body up. I gripped the wall. I couldn’t be this person. I wouldn’t be the woman who fell apart.

  I held onto the wall and followed the sound of the television. I climbed the stairs, finally finding myself in Banyan’s room. He lay face down in the bed, shirtless and in his boxer shorts. Banyan snored loud enough I could hear him over the television. He was really out of it. I shook him twice before he lifted his head.

  “Hey, baby.” He blinked awake instantly, rolling over. “What’s wrong?” His arms came around me, drawing me to him. “You’re shaking. Hard. What’s the matter?”

  I couldn’t speak. I handed him the phone, pointing to the email. He stared down at the glowing screen in the dimly lit room. He lifted his head, letting go of me to cup the side of my face.

  “It’s okay.”

  “No.” Maybe he didn’t understand. “Banyan. It’s Molly.”

  He nodded slowly. “I know.”

  Why wasn’t he understanding this? “She knows where we live. We are at risk here. We have to get
out. We have to go into hiding, to run. Do you hear me? We have to wake Maven and Chance and…”

  He kissed me lightly on the mouth. “I’m sorry you’re scared. I promise you’re safe here. There are guards on the house. The most high tech security money can buy. I had it put in while you were sick in India, while we were coming to get you. Guards are watching here round the clock. No one is going to set fire to this house, no matter how twisted Molly is. Now that we know she’s here, I’ll increase it so someone is following you all the time. This isn’t a college town. This is New York and the NYPD. Tomorrow, we’ll go see them. I promise this will be okay. I promise.”

  I swallowed back some of my tears. Between Chance and now Molly, I could end up shaking for the next twelve hours. Adrenaline was a tricky master. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Honestly, I forgot. It was a box I clicked off, and in the process of getting you home safe and healthy, I wasn’t focused on it. Then you were recovering. At no point did I think to leave you out of it. I’m not that guy. Clearly, Maven and Chance forgot, too. I’m sorry, love.”

  I pressed my head down on his shoulder. “I know you’re not the guy to keep secrets. I’m just glad you did it. So even if she’s out there right now she can’t burn us.”

  “Someone would see her coming and stop her. We should probably make more of an effort to close the blinds. Unless we want to give them a show. I didn’t think about that either.”

  The thought broke me out of my haze. “The windows were closed earlier. When we were, ah, grouping it in the bedroom.”

  “Grouping it? I like that term. Let’s stick with that. Now that we know she’s near we’ll be watchful. We won’t be dumb.”

  I supposed that made sense. “Sorry that I woke you.”