Back in our cabin, I didn’t know what to say. Everything we’d just heard swirled around my head like hallucinatory smoke coming out of a pipe.
“What just happened in there?” she asked me, her eyes wide, her face caught in a pantomime of astonishment.
“I have no idea,” I answered, honestly. I didn’t know what to believe, didn’t know what to do with it all. So I did the one thing I felt certain about. I wrapped my arms around Kara, exhaling into her hair, kissing her forehead.
“This is crazy,” she murmured, circling her arms around me, her hands along my back, tracing my muscles. Her touch felt so good, instantly igniting the flames within me. I kissed her neck, slow and loving, breathing her in, enjoying the hitch in her breath as I sucked on her soft skin.
“Are you all right?” she asked me, sounding more breathy, her hands clasping at my shoulders, traveling down to my chest.
“I am now,” I answered honestly, popping open a couple buttons on her shirt and taking her full breast in my palm. I leaned my head down and licked, pulling the silk down to get at her nipple.
“Declan!” she gasped, her peak hardening for me, so responsive. I sucked hard and she cried out again, her hands twining in my hair. Amidst all the uncertainty of the day, I knew what I needed. Right then, right there, hard and fast and raw.
I swept her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. My urgency built as I practically tore off her clothes. She fumbled at mine with just as much need. Nothing between us, I climbed over her on the bed. I grasped her legs and hooked them up and over my shoulders. I needed to possess her, drive into her and feel her come on my cock.
She looked up at me, her lips parted with arousal. I sank into her with one, deep, long thrust. Her eyes rolled right back into her head with pure, intense pleasure.
“Yes, Declan!” she cried out. I angled her just right and thrust into her again, the width of my thick cock spreading her pussy. With her legs up and over my shoulders, I drove into her, claiming her with savage need. I plunged all of the way in, groaning deep in my chest. Then I grabbed her hands. This ride was going to get rough.
“Brace yourself,” I told her, placing her hands up on the headboard. “I need to fuck you hard.”
“Yes,” she replied, breathless, pressing against the headboard and tilting her hips up to meet me thrust for thrust. I launched in, taking her so hard the bed shook. Her head nearly banged against the headboard. She had to push against it with her palms. My body was so big, my need so great driving into her, but I couldn’t hold back. Not anymore. And she didn’t want me to. Even as I stretched her, as her small frame worked hard to take in all of me, I could see how much she wanted it, how she matched every thrust. She grunted and screamed with pleasure.
I kept her legs up and over my shoulders as I rammed my cock into her, hitting her just right, her slick depths taking me in all the way, fitting around me tight as a glove. I loved watching her, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open, her tits bouncing and her skin glistening in a sweaty sheen. I brought my finger down and pressed, circled, pressed on her swollen clit in rhythm with my strokes.
I rammed into her again and again, merciless until her orgasm rushed up and consumed her. It shuddered through her as her eyes flew open and she screamed in deep, orgasmic pleasure.
“Yes! That’s it!” I drove into her, again and again, claiming her, marking her like an animal, our sweat mingling as I didn’t stop. I took the crest of the wave of her orgasm and rode it straight into another one, greedy, demanding more of her, more pleasure. She gave it up wholeheartedly, surrendering yet again into complete bliss.
“Take my come!” I roared. When I exploded in her it was with shuddering force, pumping come so deep inside of her she couldn’t form words, couldn’t do more than claw at my back, my buttocks, wanting more of me as if there could be anymore, as if she could possibly take even another inch. I filled her so completely.
I sank down on top of her, resting most of my weight to the side but staying inside of her still.
“You blow me away,” I murmured, kissing the side of her face.
She nuzzled against me and murmured, “I love you.”
I basked in her smell, her softness, completely sated. “I love you, Kara.”
I didn’t know about anything else I’d heard that day, but I knew that much was true.
CHAPTER 10
Kara
I didn’t settle down, not after we had sex, not after we showered and had sex again, not after he went to work out and I took a brisk walk along a hiking path.
I might never settle down again.
What an insane story! I felt like I’d stepped right inside an over-the-top soap opera, the kind where people had amnesia, mistook their worst enemy for their husband, and then discovered that they were a queen of a small European country.
Declan’s lawyer, Stephan, had stopped by briefly to say goodbye. He apologized for all the drama, advised Declan to give it some thought before he made any decisions, and left us with a dossier. A full file folder of information about the Kavanaugh family. Thick and black, it beckoned to me.
But I didn’t open it. That was Declan’s decision. I wanted to tuck into it like a tantalizing new book from my favorite author, but it wasn’t my call. This was his past. Now he had to decide about his future.
Declan came back from the gym like he usually did after a workout, shirtless, dripping with sweat and looking like a model for some kind of protein powder supplement. His chest was so chiseled and defined, his muscles so sculpted and perfect I had to admit I forgot for a moment everything that was going on. He was that drop-dead sexy.
“I can’t believe this,” he said, standing there with his hands on his hips.
“It’s a lot,” I agreed, forcing my attention back to the matter at hand.
I sat on the couch, the black leather binder in my hands like a Christmas present. “Can we open it?”
Bless him, a brief smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
“No. Well…” I paused, trying to express the whirlwind of emotions struggling through me. “I realize you learned a lot of crazy things today about your past. And your mom…she’s not winning any parenting awards. But you also learned about the present. And, yeah, it kind of sounds interesting, doesn’t it?” Interesting was a mild, watered-down way of my saying, “Declan, WTF!!! A family of brothers and a sister! And two hundred and fifty million dollars to boot?” Not bad for a day’s revelations.
“Aren’t you the least bit curious about them?” I asked.
He exhaled, running a hand through his thick hair. “I don’t know, Kara.” He shook his head. “It’s a lot to take in.”
I should leave off, stop pressing. Give him time and all that. But, come on! That thick file of information just about burned through my hands.
He sighed again, looking at me. The man knew me well. I didn’t even have to say a word. I raised my eyebrows and tried unsuccessfully to suppress a smile.
He nodded in defeat. “All right. You win, Kara. We’ll look through it.”
I squealed in excitement. “Come and sit. Let’s meet the family!” I patted the couch next to me.
“Let me pour a drink first,” Declan said wryly, making his way over to the wet bar. But with a scotch in hand, he joined me on the couch and we opened up the portfolio.
The first page was a big photo of an extremely handsome family. Holy shit, they looked like a Brooks Brother catalogue! Obviously a professional photo. Who did black and white photography anymore? I guessed uber-wealthy families in New York City, that’s who.
On the next page was a huge family tree, with lines and more lines connecting people way on back in the Kavanaugh lineage.
“Ooh, look, there’s a family tree. I LOVE FAMILY TREES!” I clapped my hands together in delight and couldn’t suppress a squeal.
“I think you just spoke in all caps,” Declan wryly observed.
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?I did,” I confirmed. “Look!” I pointed at the rectangles, each representing one of his half-siblings. “Here’s a brother, and another brother, and here’s your sister!”
“You sound like you’re looking at a box of chocolates.”
“Yes, it’s exactly like that.” I knew he was teasing me, but my enthusiasm remained undaunted. “Ooh! I love the name Kavanaugh. Does that sound Irish to you? Or Scottish? Maybe you have a family crest? Or a plaid?”
“I was probably related to Braveheart.” He sounded so deadpan I believed him for a second.
“Or you might be British? You might be related to the royal family! I’ve always wanted to meet Kate. She’s so classy.”
“I don’t see Kate Middleton in this.” Declan gestured down to the papers before us and, true, he probably was not related to Duchess Kate and Prince William. Still, this was pretty cool.
I turned the page and we got a bio of his older brother, Colton, now head of Kavanaugh Investors. Colton. It sounded so refined and snooty. He wasn’t even a year older than Declan. Huh. The math on that one made you wince. He must be the baby his father had left at home with his wife while he’d flown out to Montana to make himself another baby.
Anyway. I turned the page to the next sibling. He had an even fancier name, Asher. Wait. I grabbed onto Declan’s arm. “Declan!” I yelled, though he was sitting right next to me.
“What?” He leaned over, wondering what had alarmed me.
“Declan, do you see who your brother is?” I looked up, wide-eyed and open mouthed. “Ash Black!”