Clifford Arbor: The Seduction of Raven Peters (8 page)

His fingers grazed her clit. She arched into his touch groaning.

"You’re our woman. No one else is allowed to touch you. You’re ours." Jackson’s possessiveness spiked her lust further into mindlessness. His lips crushed against hers, his fingers stroking her slowly, bringing out every nerve ending from the slightest touch. She bit her lip trying to stifle her moans. If he didn’t let her come soon she would be howling the roof off.

"Let me hear your moans." Jackson stopped with his fingers still on her clit.

"Please."

"I want to hear you scream." His fingers began another assault on her bud, forcing her to cry out and scream his name. Raven gave him everything, the sensations he was evoking were powerful and she didn’t want it to stop.

"Louder." His fingers moved to her vaginal entrance pushing past the tight muscles which hadn’t been used for some time. At least her vaginal muscles had only been used by the small vibrators she used and those little plastic devices had no comparison to the full, hard muscled man now commanding her body.

She cried out as his thick fingers penetrated her body, fucking her to his knuckles. Her knees closed around his hand trying to stop him, the natural instinct of her body after being so long without a man.

"Open for me," he demanded of her.

"You’re too big," she said.

His large hands circled her knee, opening her up to his will.

"If my fingers are too big for your pussy, how do you expect to take my dick?"

His words should have frightened her. If she was a normal person, she’d be running away.

She never in all of her life said she was normal which probably explained the dripping cream rushing out of her pussy at his erotic words. Her stomach tightened and her nipples threatened to pierce the flimsy fabric of her shirt.

Raven forced her legs open and Jackson’s hand remained resting on her thigh, its tanned skin a contrast to her pale flesh. She stared at that hand while his two fingers worked past her tight, unused muscles, expanding her with every movement. He used her natural lubricant to coat his fingers, to ease his way.

"You like the idea of taking my cock?" He chuckled. His hand moved from her thigh to open her long skirt up to his view. "No panties, nothing in my way, baby."

Jackson added a third finger, making her lean back so she was open which made it easier for her to take all of him.

"My dick is thick."

Raven opened her eyes to stare at him, licking her lips.

"Is that a promise?"

His eyes closed to slits. "You’re dangerous."

It was her time to chuckle.

Jackson stretched her wide with three fingers, inserting them all the way inside her body as his thumb grazed her swollen bud now peeking from under its hood. It was sensitive and she gasped with each feathery touch. Her vaginal channel clenched together as his thumb moved, tightening her hold on the three fingers inside her body. His movements increased and she clutched onto the side of the bar, her other hand reaching out for something, anything, to hold onto. Raven’s hand connected with his free one and she held on. As her body wound tightly and her pants for breath filled the air, she thrust up to meet him pulse for pulse. Her head moved from side to side with every pulsing beat.

His thumb was relentless and Raven couldn’t hold off any longer. Her cunt clenched around his fingers and she relinquished her trust to him to keep her safe as she split in two. Her screams bounced off all the walls.

Harley could probably hear her from next door. Raven collapsed against the minuscule excuse for a side and Jackson caught her, extracting his hand reluctantly from inside her body, her womanly fragrance wafting between them.

He stroked her hair which had fallen from the clip she’d put it in earlier and simply held her.

He whispered words of love and forever.

Raven came round with a moan.

"What happened?" she asked sleepily.

"You passed out for a minute," Jackson said, dropping a quick kiss on her head.

"That’s never happened before. Is that normal?"

"Of course it’s normal, sweetheart. It just means you had a really great orgasm." Jackson smiled at her.

"You two are really going to be the death of me," she mumbled against his chest, her voice filled with the need to go to bed and sleep.

"Do you want me to phone Beatrice and let her know you’re not coming in today?"

She shook her head yawning. "I have to go to work."

"Maybe it would be best if you stayed home," he advised.

"I’m not staying at home. I’m new here Jackson. I don’t want to appear lazy." She yawned again and he kissed her on the nose.

"Then I’ll drive you."

Raven started to protest but he held up his hand.

"I won’t take no for an answer." He tucked a curl back behind her ear. The action tender, delicate and loving. "I want to know you're safe." His hand rested on her neck, holding her close as he talked seriously with her.

"I guess you leave me no choice."

About twenty minutes later Raven sat next to Jackson as he drove her into town for work.

She glanced over at him, watching him, and when he turned to look at her, she turned her head away but kept looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He must have sensed her eyes on him.

"What’s the matter, Raven?" Jackson asked, catching a glimpse at her.

"Nothing," she said, looking out of the window at the cliffs overlooking the ocean. Again she was transported to the beauty of the scenery where she now lived and worked. "Beautiful isn’t it?"

Raven snuggled down in her seat allowing the comfort to ooze inside her body making her even calmer and more relaxed than she’d been in years.

"Not as beautiful as you."

She smiled, charmed by his seduction.

"A girl could get use to these compliments," she warned him.

He chuckled. "Stay with me and Harley and you’ll be getting compliments all day long."

"How old are you?" she asked. Raven wanted to know more about the two men who seemed determined to believe she was the right woman to live with them and right now she had the opportunity to get some answers.

"I’m thirty-three. You?"

"Twenty-eight. What about Harley?"

"He’s the same age as me. We were best friends growing up. He’s an amazing man." She could hear the love he felt for Harley.

"You love him."

"Yes. I do. He’s been there for me when I needed him." Jackson stopped and stared intently out the window.

"What other family do you have?" Raven asked, looking out once more at the ocean.

"No one. I had a brother but he...he passed on." Jackson ran his fingers through his hair.

"I’m so sorry. My parents died some time ago. They had me later in life and so I was expecting it. I miss them but they made me accept that they’d be gone long before me and helped me be independent trying to get me ready for life." Raven reached over to touch his arm, offering him comfort, letting him know she’d dealt with the loss of a family member, a loved one, and she knew what he was going through to a certain extent.

"It’s hard," he agreed.

"What about Harley? Does he have any family?"

Jackson laughed.

"What?"

"Harley has a huge family. They no longer live in Clifford Arbor which is why you haven’t met them yet. They moved out several years ago. He has two sisters. Tina who now lives in America, she’s married with three kids. Catherine moved to the city to try and make it in her own design firm. Then he has three other brothers. John who lives in Australia with a wife and finally Daniel and David who live in the country with his parents. I think they're trying to set up their own farm. They're the twins of the family. Unexpected and the youngest of the bunch," Jackson informed her, laughing animatedly. He finished off laughing at a memory of the two youngest Banks brothers.

"Wow. Sounds like an amazing family."

"They really absorb you into the fold. I feel like a member of their family. You’ll probably meet them at Christmas. They come back up and decorate their old house."

Raven was warmed by hearing about Harley and his huge family. It explained his openness.

He always had someone around him. She smiled.

"Have you ever been married?" Raven asked. She’d almost gotten married in Italy to an artist and a drunk, but came to her senses in enough time and fled back to England stil wearing the white dress.

"Once." The one word came out in a growl of disgust, Jackson’s fingers tightening around the steering wheel turning his knuckles white. His entire body went tense.

"I take it marriage was not a good decision?" Raven asked tentatively.

"The worst decision of my life."

Raven waited uncomfortable with the heavy silence that fell between them before he continued.

"Her name is Patricia. I went for a trip to Vegas, ended up blind drunk and married to the devil in human female form." Jackson stopped talking momentarily, watching the road. "I got back to England and discovered I’d married the woman who was going to destroy my life and end the life of my younger brother, Tyler."

Raven gasped in horror. His wife was responsible for the death of his brother?

"Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Jackson. Is she in prison?"

Was he stil married to her?

He laughed, a mocking sound piercing to Raven’s ears. "That’s the worst part, she was nowhere near him. She convinced him she was in love with him and I was hurting her someway. I wasn’t. Wouldn’t go near the bitch, but he thought I was. Anyway, I don’t know exactly what went on that night but I know he ended up blind drunk, drugged on anything he could get his hands on and drove himself round a tree."

Raven could hear the blind anger.

"Patricia appeared two days later, wanting money and not a care in the world that she’d somehow caused the death of the man who loved her. I divorced her on the grounds of adultery."

Raven glanced around the town as they made their way into Clifford Arbor. It was stil early and she could see the shop keepers opening doors. The coffee shop already had steam coming out the door.

"I don’t know what is worst. The fact that my brother is gone and I don’t know what set him off, what made him drink, who gave him the drugs, or the fact that I don’t care because I know deep down inside it was all Patricia’s fault." Jackson pulled up outside of Beatrice’s book shop. Jackson stopped the car, slumping over the wheel as dejection hit him square in the gut.

Raven unbuckled her seatbelt and moved as close to him as she could get. Taking hold of his face in her hands, she turned him to look at her.

"Your brother is gone. No matter what you think it will always hurt regardless of the answer.

Why risk your future happiness? If you knew the answer, would it help or just make you torment yourself more?" Raven kissed him on the lips, not caring who could see. Jackson needed the comfort she could offer and maybe that is why she ended up in Clifford Arbor.

To offer this man some peace amid so much pain and heartache.

"I’ll see you and Harley tonight." Raven kissed him one final time on the lips then s picked up her bag and opened her door.

"I haven’t scared you with my past?"

Raven turned round and saw the wonder on his face. Leaning over she kissed him again, smiling as he responded. It felt like they’d been a couple for years rather than a few short hours.

"It’ll take more than a crazy ex-wife to get rid of me. You and Harley have promised me something special and even though I’m doubtful of the time we’ve known each other, I’m willing to work it out." She got out of the car closing the door behind her. She leaned down by the open window. "Drive safely."

Jackson watched Raven walk into work, her ass tempting him especially now that he knew the little witch didn’t even wear any panties. He shook his head, amazed at what he’d admitted to her. He said he wasn’t going to bring the subject of Patricia up, but in the heat of the moment, he didn’t want to hold anything back. He wanted Raven to feel comfortable around him.

He started up the car and made his way to work, which he didn't really have to do but it kept his mind busy. Jackson’s family had managers to run their businesses and manage their wealth. But he needed to do something with his days besides sitting round, twiddling his thumbs. Working on a building site meant he didn’t need to go to the gym and that was great since he hated working out purposefully. Not that he had anything against people who worked out in a gym. He just couldn’t stand the whole organized bent of the machinery. He pulled next to Harley’s beat up truck, grabbed his helmet and protective gear, and made his way into work.

Al the men were sipping coffee waiting to start their day. Jackson searched the men finding Harley with Carl and Edward Jeffrey and Chase and Lawrence Spencer. Jackson made his way over, smiling and acknowledging people as he walked by them.

Harley handed him a coffee.

"So what is everyone discussing?" Jackson asked, taking a sip.

"Emily is pregnant." Chase and Lawrence answered him simultaneously, both looking worried.

"Congratulations." Jackson shook their hands, feeling incredibly happy for the loving threesome.

The two men smiled but didn’t seem happy about her being pregnant.

"What’s the matter?"

"You’ve seen how small Emily is, can you imagine her bringing a full sized baby into this world. The doctor already said she is going to keep an eye on the size of the baby in case of any problems. Emily is ecstatic but I’m scared to death. What if something happens to her?" Chase sighed.

"It’ll work out," Harley tried to console.

Chase and Lawrence nodded, moving away from the group, probably to phone Emily to make sure she was all right.

"Those guys are total goners." Carl spoke first, bringing Jackson’s attention back to the two brothers.

"You’ll meet a woman soon and you'll feel the same," Jackson assured him.

"I hope so," Carl said.

Edward just nodded. He was the quiet brother and only spoke when he felt like it or when he thought his input was necessary. Carl and Edward Jeffrey were the town’s bad boys and were no longer allowed anywhere near Raven.