Power

“Hmm, I love a good counter-offer,” I say.

“Let me see if I can convince you.” She slides down my body and all is forgotten—it’s just the two of us.

The world can pause for all I care. Babies, jobs, and life can wait as she takes my cock into her mouth and everything fades

York early, or go hang with people her own age, why would that be bad?”

I look at her, but I speak to Iain. “Get Larry to track Raven’s phone. Find her, and make sure she is safe.”

“I’ll get on it right now.” He moves toward the door.

Rachel peers at me cautiously.

“And Iain?” I finally look away from her and over at him. His brown eyes remain calm while he waits. “Please apologize to Eddie and Michael. I was taken by surprise. I thought something bad had happened to her. They still have their jobs.”

“I will let them know.” He leaves me with Rachel.

She licks her lips. “Do you have something you want to confess to me?”

“No,” I retort, needing to get the hell out of this room and away from her. I can’t believe she left. Yet, then again, I would have done the same thing if the roles were reversed.

“Jett. This is a good thing.” Rachel follows me into our room.

I stare out the window watching a minivan pull up. She wraps her arms around me, and I stay silent. Sam steps out of the van with his bag of magical things.

“Leave it alone, Rachel.” I step away.

“I saw you two,” she snaps.

“What did you say?”

“I saw you with her. I watched the way you kissed her, looked at her. You’re in love with her, and you don’t even know it.” My head is spinning. Maybe I’ve done some questionable things in my life, but is she actually telling me she watched me fuck Raven?

“You’re mistaken.” I need to get away from her.

“The great, mighty Jett Powers finally being brought down. How does it feel, my love?” She walks over to her purse and grabs her cigarettes.

“It meant nothing, Rachel, just sex.” I clear my voice and the doorbell rings. “That’s Sam.” I walk out of the room.

“Don’t worry, Jett. Eventually your pecker will work again.” She lights her cigarette as my nostrils flare in distaste.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot you dislike women who smoke. But since Emily is the only one getting me off right now…” She inhales as I leave her ranting and walk down the stairs.

“Sam’s in your office, and all the footage from last night is cued up on your computer,” Iain says while he types on his phone.

“Where is she?” I stop before I enter my office.

“Her phone is off, but the last spotting was at LAX. Do you want me to hire someone?” He straightens.

“Yes, and track all her credit cards,” I demand, entering my office. I lower myself into my chair, barely speaking to Sam. He knows what to do. I hold out my arm.

“Cocktail, or just B12?”

“Both.” I lean my head back, trying not to see her, but as soon as I close my eyes, she’s there, her puffy lips forming a smile, almost taking my breath away.

“Where the fuck is Raven?” I roar.

She takes a step back. “How would I know?” Her words don’t matter; her eyes tell me everything I need to know. She can’t even try to pretend.

“Put some clothes on. I’m calling the police.”

“What? Why would you call the police?” Her eyes narrow and she plants her hands on her hips, completely ignorant to the fact that my security team has their Glocks drawn and is rushing in.

“Get the footage. Raven is gone. How the fuck did this happen?” I turn to look at Eddie and Michael as Iain bursts into the room.

“Mr. Powers, Raven left last night.” Eddie lowers his Glock.

My pulse is pounding out of my chest. “What? Why wasn’t I notified?” I swing around to look at them. “You’re fired. Get out.”

“Mr. Powers?” Iain holds up his hands and motions for his guys to leave the room.

Iain is my main man, but if he allowed Raven to leave me…

“Did you let her go?” I walk up to him.

“I did. She said that her mother had given her a new American Express Black Card and that both of you were… occupied at the time. Seeing as she’s an adult, and I was not instructed that she wasn’t allowed—”

“I never said she could leave,” I hiss as Rachel steps in between Iain and me.

“Jett, why do you care?” I look down at her. “I’m your fiancée, her mother, and if Raven wants to leave and go back to New

But thinking about Raven? I’m hard as fuck.

I do a final rinse off and step out. I need to call Sam and have him come over and give me a B12 shot, at least, because my head is pounding, and my mood is turning darker the more awake I get.

After brushing my teeth, I pull on some jeans and a T-shirt, barely looking at Rachel as I text Sam. I need coffee before I check on her. Fuck it, I can’t feel shittier. Might as well get it over with.

I walk down the hall, drenched in sweat as I make my way to her door and knock.

Nothing, but what did I expect? I pound again as my mind tries to block out the betrayal her eyes held for me.

“Raven.” Still silence. I lean my arm up on the door frame and wait, my pulse starting to race. Twisting the door handle, I brace myself for her pain, her anger, anything but what I’m seeing.

I take a breath and glance around. For the second time in my life, I see red and grab an empty drawer, still open from her packing, and throw it against the wall, watching it crack and splinter.

“Raven?” I scream, kicking the bathroom door open. Her scent instantly envelops me, and I look up, seeing the shampoos and lipsticks she’s left behind.

“Iain?” I bellow as I move to the window and look down at the sunny day.

“What’s happened?” Rachel runs in, still naked, her face looking like she has two black eyes since she clearly passed out in her makeup

“Iain.” I look at him. “Please, let me go. Trust me, Jett and my mom don’t care.” I wipe my cheeks, trying to stop the insane tears from flowing.

His brown eyes go from me to Brody. “Do you need money?” He reaches into his wallet handing me a lot of cash.

“No. My mom was kind enough to give me an American Express Black Card so I’d leave. I’m good.” My voice drips with sarcasm.

“Just take the cash. You never know when you might need it.” He tucks it in my bag.

“Thank you. I’ll pay you back.” I sniff, and the tears that had slowed start right back up.

“Listen, man. This is unacceptable. Raven is not a prisoner. Open the gate or I’ll call the police,” Brody yells at Iain who smirks.

“He’s rescuing you, huh?” He arches a brow at me but pushes a button on his phone and the large, wrought iron gate opens.

“Yep.” I say over my shoulder as I walk toward Brody who grabs my luggage, tossing it into his trunk.

“Raven?” Iain calls out.

“Yeah?” I stop and turn, though Brody reaches for me.

“Cheer up. Things always work out the way they’re supposed to.” He smiles, then turns and walks up the driveway. The gate closes, and Brody puts his arms around me. I want to scream back at Iain, What does that mean? or You don’t understand, but he’s too

Something’s wrong. I sleep like the dead. Sighing, I prop myself up on my elbows. My mind replays last night. Jett and I made love. He was mine, connected, kissing me, loving me. I probably didn’t need to be so transparent about my feelings for him, but whatever. I’m sick of lying. I’m crazy in love with him, and he needed to know.

“Why are you smiling?” Someone sitting in the corner chair leans forward.

Bolting up, I grab the sheet.

This is what you want, I keep telling myself as I walk down the stairs.

This life, my job, everything that I’ve worked so hard for. No worries, no feelings, no drama.

Order.

So why do I feel robbed that I can’t go skinny-dipping in my pool with Raven?

“It was nothing, baby.” I kiss her again, because I can’t seem to stop, and stand. Reaching for our wineglass, I walk over to the brick outdoor oven where the bottle sits and look over at the spot where I thought I saw something.

Nothing.

I flick on the bistro lights, still nothing. Grabbing the bottle and glass, I return to Raven who is smiling, her legs crossed, looking so beautiful and happy. A feeling of contentment flows over me as my eyes caress her face.

“Put your robe on, my love. I’m gonna have Iain turn the cameras back on and walk the property.”

“Really? I wanted to go skinny-dipping.” She pouts, and for a moment I almost say fuck it. But Rachel could come home anytime.

“Not tonight.” I hand her the wine and pick up her robe as her eyes peruse my body.

“You’re so hot.” She grins. Sitting up, she places one leg on each side of the lounger. My eyes dip to her wet pussy on display for me, and my cock is hard already.

“Robe, Raven,” I hiss.

“Oh, alright.” She takes a sip of the wine.

Gritting my teeth, I watch her neck as she swallows. She’s testing me. My hands ball into the robe. I’m ready to spank her ass, then make her gag on my cock. Maybe we should go back upstairs to her room?

Finally, she stands and takes the robe. “I’ll be back. Let me get some clothes.” Not waiting to see the look on her face—I don’t need to—I can feel her disappointment.

I rush up the stairs. This is the right thing to do. Rachel may be a bitch, but she doesn’t need to see me with Raven.

I frown, kicking my door open and grabbing my sweatpants and a T-shirt. Christ, when did I become a hypocrite? I don’t give a fuck if anyone sees me fucking. But it’s different with Raven. The need to share her is not there. In fact, it’s the opposite, if I’m honest. I’ve developed an almost animalistic rage at the thought of anyone touching her besides me.

Control, Jett.

Get these urges contained.

Rachel is your fiancée, and Raven… you shouldn’t even be thinking about anything more than having pizza and watching TV with her.

“So tight and wet and mine.” Pulling out, I slide in again, her nails digging into my back as I start to lose sight of everything but this fucking pleasure.

In and out, I pound into her. All the while, she scratches and claws my back and chest.

“That’s it, beautiful,” I praise her.

Leaning up, she bites my lip, then sucks on the bottom part.

Wild, untamed, almost violent, yet tender all wrapped together. Taking her hand, which is digging into my chest, I lace my fingers with hers.

“I’m going to come,” she pants out.

My mouth takes hers. Our tongues tangle and my stomach muscles tighten.

“Jett, I’m going to come,” she screams and I let her, not caring who hears us.

“That’s it, Raven. Come, baby. Let that fucking cunt milk me.” My eyes hold hers. And as I claim the last bit of her soul, I watch her die and become reborn. She whimpers as her pussy contracts in pulsing beats.

“Fuck, that’s it. I’m gonna fill you up.” My own breathing is harsh as her slick, warm cunt pulses so hard it forces my cock to spit out my seed, over and over.

“Christ.” I grab hold of the back of her head and jerk it, letting my mouth suck on her pulse, feeling everything, the pleasure so intense it’s tingling in my toes while I stay deep inside her.

Connected.

Our eyes remain locked. She tries to catch her breath, and I try to steal it. When I let go of her hand so I can thrust in one more time, she smiles.

Sighing, she laces her hands in my hair as I kiss her eyelids, her nose, her ear…

The fuck? Did something just move behind the garage? I lift my head, but don’t pull out as I search for whoever was watching.

“What’s wrong?” Raven turns her head.

“Nothing, I thought I saw someone.” I look back at her and kiss her berry lips.

“Wait, what? Who?” She tries to look again, but I see nothing, and I’m still riding the high of having one of the best orgasms of my life.

I’ll have Iain check the property to be sure. Right now, I’m gonna eat pizza, drink wine, and cuddle with Raven. I slowly pull out as she groans in protest

hen I move to the other, this time I suck and bite. Her nails dig into the cushion. I lift my head and she slowly opens her eyes.

This is our moment. This second as our eyes connect, it’s all there, her love, her needs, her wants. No matter what happens, she will always fully and completely be mine.

“Jett,” she whispers.

“Yeah?” I blow on her nipple. “What do you need?” I reach over for the wineglass.

“You. I only need you,” she moans as I pour wine on her belly button.

“You’ve got me. I don’t even know how.” I dip my head to lick the liquid. Her breathing picks up speed.

“Tell me, tell Mr. Powers, where you want to be sucked on next?”

“My pussy,” she screams and arches up.

I can’t help but smile. I barely got the question out.

“This is my cunt. You understand, Raven, no one else touches it, including you, unless I say so.”

“Yes.” Her eyes flutter as she watches me trickle more wine onto her pink, wet core.

“Ohhh.” She leans up on her elbows, her head falling to the side as she watches me lower my head.

“That’s it, baby. Watch me suck on your cunt.” Instantly my tongue licks her sweet clit back and forth.

“Fuck, you taste good. Tell your daddy exactly what you need.” My own breathing becomes harsh. I bury my face in her, latching onto her delicious nub as she chants my name.

“Oh God,” she whines, weaving her hands through my hair.

I rub her juices all over my mouth, needing her scent like I need oxygen.

“Jett… Daddy…” Her hands tighten. “I need to come.” She gasps. “I need to come in your mouth.” While she pants, I keep sucking on her clit, feeling her whole body tighten. Spiraling over, she jerks against my mouth.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough.” I give her clit another lick, then slide up her warm body, thrusting my cock deep inside her tight, wet pussy.

“Jesus,” I growl.

Her cunt tightens around my thick shaft as if it wants to squeeze every drop out of me.