Revenge Era (The Revenge Games Book 1)

I DID SOMETHING BAD

Until last week, I’d prided myself on my ability to control almost everything in my life. There wasn’t much that tempted me—not a music deal that I’d spend too much on because of ridiculous notions of a passion project, not by the flashiest of cars, and never by a woman. But the temptress in front of me? She’s stolen all my control. What was once a string so taut it threatened to snap every time she opened those pretty red lips is now two shredded pieces, flapping in the wind.

Lake fucking owns me, and she isn’t for sale.

Leaving her naked and writhing on my bed, I stalk to my drawer. She was so close to coming I could taste it. I left her balancing on the precipice when I stopped us outside.

Fuck, I’ve lost my goddamn mind, taking her out in the open like that. My property is secluded and the trees and fencing keep it even more hidden, but still, it was reckless.

I’ll never get into my hot tub again without picturing her sucking my cock.

Or the dirty way I took her as if she wasn’t mine for the taking.

She definitely is. The girl is as in this as I am. But the game we’ve been playing tonight? The one where she belongs to him, but I steal a taste anyway? Yeah, that makes me a dirty fucking scoundrel.

She makes me a dirty scoundrel.

It should feel wrong, pretending she’s still my son’s girlfriend. But he’s an ass and he doesn’t care, so why should I? We’re not hurting anyone. Just playing out a little kink that apparently turns us both on.

Here, now, with her brown hair fanned out on my pillow and her lips swollen from sucking me off, with her hard pink nipples on display and her legs spread, she’s a goddamn vision.

As I roll the condom on, she whimpers and runs her fingers over her swollen sex. “Need you.”

“Say it louder, Lake. Tell me how much you need my cock. How it’s my cock you get off on. My cock that makes you come.”

Tongue gliding across her lips, she shudders. “Yes, Ford,” she purrs. “Your cock is the only one to ever make me feel this way.”

Fuck, that word, cock, from her beautiful mouth? It knocks me back. The world sees her as a sweet, demure star, but I know better. And fuck if it doesn’t make me stand taller, knowing I’m the only one who gets to see her this way.

I kneel on the bed and shuffle closer. “Hold yourself open for me.”

She obeys, spreading herself. Her back bows off the bed when I slide my cock between her lips, coating it in her desire.

“Fuck, Ford, why does this feel so good?” Her voice is pained, desperate.

She’s a damn siren, pulling me closer. Unable to resist, I dip my head and devour her mouth. Forgetting the games and the commands, I thrust inside her and swallow her responding moan along with anything else she’s willing to give me.

We fuck like we can’t get enough of one another. Like we’ll be torn apart if we don’t hold tight. Her nails dig into my ass as she thrusts her hips to match my pace.

“You feel so good, Lake. I’m never going to get enough of this tight little cunt. Of the way you squeeze me. Of your sounds.”

She bites my lip as she spasms around me, then throws herself back and screams through her orgasm. Every pulse around me sends me closer to the edge. I want to hold out. I don’t want this to end. But I can’t fight the wave crashing over me. When my balls draw up tight, I know I’ve lost the battle. So I squeeze my glutes and set a punishing pace to the finish line. But she’s coming with me. With my thumb, I find her clit and circle it. “Come for me again, Red. Give me one more.”

“I—can’t,” she cries beneath me. Only her pussy is telling me another story. As if on command, it pulses around me again.

“Yes, you can. With anyone else, maybe you couldn’t, but this greedy pussy wants to come for me one more time. Don’t hold back now, my dirty little slut. Give it to me. It’s mine. You’re mine.”

Lake grasps the sheets on either side of her and clenches down on me. I have to physically fight to keep my eyes open to watch her hurtle over the edge, then I’m spilling inside her. The orgasm is more intense than any I’ve ever experienced. It reaches every inch of my body, but more than that, it hits my heart, leaving it beating erratically just for her.

That’s what she’s made me. Erratic. Crazy. And so fucking gone for her.

I collapse beside her and suck in a lungful of air, then another, before I have the wherewithal to toss the condom into the bin beside my bed and pull her onto my chest. She’s breathing just as heavily as I am, and her heart pounds out its own rhythm against mine. For a long moment, my heartbeat is so loud in my own ears I can’t think straight.

The quiet lasts so long I get worried that maybe I pushed her too far. “Lake,” I murmur, looking down at her.

She tilts her head back so those stunning blue eyes are locked on me. “Yeah?”

“You okay?”

She gives me a sleepy smile. “Perfect. Just a little tired.”

“Bathroom, then sleep,” I say, pulling her up and carrying her to the en suite.

Lake giggles in my arms, her body warm and soft against my chest. “You don’t have to carry me everywhere.”

When I set her on the rug in front of the vanity, I nod to the toilet and lift one brow.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she frowns. “I’m not going to the bathroom with you in here.”

A chuckle escapes me. We’ve explored one another’s bodies and minds and fantasies. Yet that’s a step too far for her. “Let me brush my teeth, then I’ll leave you to yourself.”

When I’m finished, I rifle through a drawer and find a brand-new toothbrush for her, then I give her privacy. I take advantage of the moment and head downstairs in search of my phone. Unfortunately, I have an early morning, so I need to set my alarm and check my e-mails to make sure everything is set for my meetings.

I take a minute to check my texts too. Daniel wants to know if we’re still on for the game later this week. There’s nothing new from Millie, and she still hasn’t responded to my last message. She wasn’t thrilled about the stories involving Lake and me floating all over the internet. Hopefully Daniel can talk to her.

As for my other son, I have a single unread message from him that reads Seriously?

Not sure how Lake would feel about that.

His thoughts on it weren’t enough to warrant a phone call.

Idiot.

When I step into my room, Lake is sitting cross-legged on my bed. She doesn’t look up from her phone. Like she’s pretending to be really into whatever she’s looking at.

“Everything okay?” she mumbles, her head still bowed and her shoulders slumped.

I plug my phone into the charger next to the bed, check the alarm once more, and slide between the sheets, wrapping an arm around her midsection and pulling her closer as I do. “All good. Just checking messages from my kids and setting my alarm for tomorrow. I have an early morning.”

Lake tenses beside me. “Right,” she says, still sitting up and averting her gaze. “I’ll arrange for a car to take me back to Boston.”

“Why?”

“You have to work,” she says slowly, like that makes all the sense in the world. “I’ll pick up my stuff, then I’ll probably head to New York for the rest of the week.”

My heart sinks. I knew it was coming. I can’t keep her forever. But I’m not ready to let her go.

“Or you could stay,” I say softly, studying her, waiting to dissect her reaction.

She sits a little straighter and finally looks at me. “Stay?”

“You seem relaxed here. Why not stay and take a break? No one will bother you. The paps can’t get near my place,” I reason, really trying to sell the idea.

“Ford, my parents’ house is just as secure.”

With a nod, I drop my gaze. Why would she want to stay here? She’s probably itching to meet up with Melina…to get back to her life. I’m fucking this up. Security has nothing to do with why I want her to stay.

Speak now. If I don’t, I’ll be smacking myself later.

“Then stay for me.”

“Stay?” she questions again, like she’s buying time while she processes the implications and whether she wants to agree.

Though I shouldn’t force her to make the decision now, I don’t look away. I want her to want me. I want her to stay because she wants to be with me too.

I push her onto her back and hover over her, caging her beneath me. Then I lower my lips to hers and plead my case. “Stay until you have to go back on tour. Stay with me.”

She doesn’t give me words, but I don’t need them when her mouth opens and she kisses me. That’s the only answer I need. The one I crave. Her honesty. The real Lake admitting that the connection between us is exactly what I think it is.

There’s no urgency to her kiss, because we have time. And that’s exactly what I’m desperate for. More time with her. More kisses. More nights between her thighs. More her.