Fallen (Stolen, Book Three) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (2 page)

Ethan gripped her hips and pulled her tight against his body. He was hard again. Her pulse thundered in her ears. She wanted him again already.

“I could live inside you,” he growled against her lips. Cool air washed over her heated skin when he pulled away. “But we are going out today.”

He turned her around toward the door and smacked her ass when she reluctantly moved her feet. Her shriek of surprise only made him chuckle. The sound sank down into her bones and made her legs weak.

He took her keys and locked the door behind them, then with a hand on her lower back, led her to where he’d parked his car last night. Ethan helped her in and then jogged around to the driver’s side. The air changed as soon as he slid into the seat.

How anyone could own air, she didn’t know, but Ethan somehow did just that. He commanded it whenever he was around. His body took up space that seemed larger than life. Whenever she was around him, she felt protected. Safe.

“Where are we going?” How she managed to get the words out was beyond her. Her mouth felt too dry to talk, confined in the small space with him. She could smell his cologne and it sent heat through her veins. When he ran his tongue along his bottom lip and then grinned over at her, his look full of promise, she melted into her seat.

Being with Ethan wasn’t the problem at all.

The real problem was going to be surviving him.

Harper wasn’t sure how Ethan knew, but he took her to the Public Garden and they spent the day walking the pathways hand in hand. She begged him to ride in the swan boats and he reluctantly agreed, after she whispered naughty promises into his ear. She took him to her favorite spot, an out of the way place under the canopy of a weeping willow tree where he kissed her senseless. She even talked him into staying late enough that they could stand on the Lagoon Bridge after the sun set and look out at the lights of the city.

It never failed to make her heart beat faster, but tonight, with Ethan’s warm hand over hers, she couldn’t quite catch her breath. The moment was one of the most perfect ones of her life and she never wanted to forget it.

Honestly, she never wanted to leave because tomorrow, their relationship would be all over the gossip sites and their privacy was going to cease to exist. At least now, before the news of her pregnancy got out, it would just be about the two of them. God, when everyone found out about the baby she knew they were going to eat her alive.

On the way back to her apartment, Ethan stopped and grabbed Thai takeout from one of her favorite places. Everything about today had been for her just like he promised and it made her fall just a little bit harder.

When they were done, Harper put away the leftovers, came back into the room and with a sly grin, sank to her knees between his legs. Not one to back out of a promise, she ran the tip of her finger along the top of the waistband of his jeans, loving the way his muscles jumped under her touch. His skin was hot and firm and she leaned forward to press her lips against it, just above the button.

He groaned low in his throat and shifted his hips.

“A promise is a promise,” she whispered huskily, staring up into his darkening eyes.

His gaze was soft and hard at the same time. He reached out and ran his thumb down her cheek then over her bottom lip. Her tongue darted out, running along the underside and he sucked in a harsh breath. The hard bulge of his cock pressed against his zipper and she stroked up and down through his pants.

His eyes grew darker and his jaw clenched.

“I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock, Harper. Right the fuck now.”

Heat pooled between her legs at the demanding tone in his voice. God she loved it when he sounded like that. She popped the button and slid the zipper down, then tugged the sides of his jeans and boxers enough so that he could lift his hips and she could pull them down enough to free his cock.

Air hissed between his teeth when she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the underside of the tip. Her tongue danced over the head and his cock bobbed. Looking up, she met his gaze and then slowly slid her mouth down over the tip. She stroked her tongue in lazy circles then sank down further, until she had half his length sucked in tight.

His deep groan echoed in the room when she very slowly raised her head then sank back down, taking her time to enjoy every single inch of him. He let her control the pace for a few more minutes and she reveled in the way the muscles in his stomach jumped and tightened. At the way his breathing would stop, then pick up with deep exhales.

He grew harder in her mouth and he shifted his hips, tried to push himself in deeper but she kept up the slow shallow movement. Until a low growl vibrated his chest and she felt his fingers tangling in her hair.

“Enough. I want in your mouth Harper, all the fucking way in.” There was a dark edge to his voice that spread delicious chills over her body. When he took control, it sharpened every nerve in her body, pulled them tight.

She looked up at him, took in the way his jaw flexed and hardened, at the way his eyes burned into hers.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded before pulling her head down and guiding his cock to the back of her throat.

Her hands rested on his thighs and she curled her fingers, scraped her nails across his skin. He groaned low in his throat and pulled her back up his length. She moved her tongue against the underside as he steadied the rhythm, pushing faster and deeper into her mouth.

“Fuck.” The word hissed from his mouth and he sank into her mouth faster. His breathing great harsher, shallower. Harper felt him growing, swelling and she widened her mouth while tightening her lips.

His free hand slid behind her neck, cradled her as he bucked his hips, thrusting into her while holding her head still. He took what he wanted and she was more than happy to let him. He owned her and they both knew it. She was his and she would let him do whatever he wanted because it made her feel things that she never thought possible.

His pleasure was hers. She gave him everything he asked for.

“Fucking hell your mouth is sweet,” he gasped. “So hot and tight.” He growled and fingers tightened in her hair. “Going to come baby. Going to come so fucking hard.”

He pumped his hips, driving into her throat relentlessly as liquid heat pooled between her legs. Tension coiled in her stomach. His breathing changed, grew ragged when his voice turned raw. He growled and stilled, holding her tight, buried deep as he pumped his release down her throat.

Fire raced through her veins and she swallowed. She moved her tongue up and down the length of him, loving the way he pulsed around her lips. The pull on her hair eased and his fingers stroked lightly over her scalp.

Under her touch his muscles relaxed and he dropped his head to the back of the couch, exhaling a long satisfied breath. She slid his cock out of her mouth just as slowly as she started, then sat back on her heels, rubbing her damp thighs together.

She could spend the next year just looking at him. The dips and valleys and lines that defined his body were mouth watering and she couldn’t stop from leaning forward to lay her lips on his hip bone.

A lazy grin tugged his mouth up and he trapped her with his stare. Hunger burned in his eyes and she clenched involuntarily.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said in a deep promising voice. Then he stood up and lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the bedroom where he showed her exactly how hungry he still was.

T
he buzzing
of Ethan’s phone pulled Harper from sleep the next morning.

She woke cradled in his arms, one leg thrown over his thighs and his heart beating under her ear. He reached over while pulling her tighter against his chest and pressed a kiss to her temple before he answered.

“Dad.” His sleep deepened voice brushed over her skin and she pressed her face into his neck. “Yes…They actually used the word tumultuous? Christ…Yes, it’s true…Yeah, okay we can do that. See you later then.”

He set the phone down and pulled Harper across his body so that her legs slid between his. He ran his fingers up and down her sides before tangling them into her hair and pulling her face down.

She wanted to talk about what had just happened—wanted to know what his father had said to him. She knew his father must be furious at the news, but just how furious?

Ethan didn’t seem interested in talking, however.

He nipped at her lips, caressed them with his tongue before sinking between them, stroking the ridges in her mouth. When she was breathless, he broke the contact, but kept their faces only an inch apart. His hungry gaze captured hers and held her captive. Already her body was responding to him and the craving buzzed under her skin.

She shifted against the hardness pressing into her stomach. Insatiable. That’s what she was when it came to Ethan. His strong hands wrapped around her thighs and he opened her legs until she was straddling his hips. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it a few times before holding it straight up.

Harper sucked in a breath. The sunlight played over the ridges in his chest, highlighting the dips and valleys that she would never get tired of running her fingers over. His eyes were half closed and he ran the back of his free hand over the hard tips of her nipples.

She threw her head back and arched into his touch.

“I want you to ride me, baby,” he growled, massaging her breasts.

A low moan escaped from between her lips and she braced her hands on his chest, lifted her hips and pressed her opening over just the head of his cock.

“Eyes on me, Harper. I want to watch you when you sink that sweet little pussy down over me.”

She clenched against the sudden rush of warmth between her legs that his words caused. With her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, she stared into his eyes and slowly lowered herself down over his length.

“Fuck,” he exhaled on a harsh breath.

“Oh god,” she gasped, feeling him fill her until she sat on him, sheathing him completely inside her.

His hands gripped her hips and he rocked her back and forth, keeping her planted firmly against him. He was so deep that she couldn’t take a full breath. He felt too good filling her that way.

“They want us to come to dinner tonight,” he said, pulling her down so that he could press his lips against hers.

“Wait—what?” she said, surprised at the change from dirty talk to real conversation.

“My parents,” he groaned. “Want. Us. To Come.” He slid deeper still. “To dinner.”

It took her a moment to clearly understand what he said because his cock was doing delicious things to her. Parents?

“Your parents?” she squeaked out. Her hips stopped and she stared down at him. This was too fast. She wasn’t ready to look into the eyes of the man her father was trying to ruin. Again. “I don’t have anything to wear,” she blurted out. It was the first thing that came to her hazy mind.

She struggled to push herself off Ethan but he held onto her hips tight and grinned up at her. That sexy grin got her every time.

“Keep moving, just like that.” His heavy lidded gaze sent a shiver of desire coursing through her and it dulled the panic enough so that she braced her hands on his chest and rocked her hips.

“Like that?” she whispered.

“Fuck yeah.” He gripped her tightly and lifted, sliding her up and down along his cock.

Harper groaned low in her chest and her head fell back. She pushed up and let him pull her back down. They set a slow but deep rhythm that had her toes curling and sweat breaking out over her body. Tension coiled low in her stomach but when she tried to speed up, to reach her climax, Ethan kept up the torturous pace. It built so slow that she ground her teeth together.

Every thrust took the pleasure up a notch but not enough to send her over the edge.

“Please,” she whimpered, over and over again.

She dug her nails into his muscles, arched back deeper to get as much of him inside her as she could. Air lodged in her chest and she strained toward her release. His harsh breathing filled her ears and he growled deep in his chest.

He was using her body to jack himself off and she wanted to scream it felt so good.

Pleasure tightened and coiled, then as he pushed up into her, exploded in an inferno that washed over her body so slow that she couldn’t keep the scream inside her throat. It flowed to the tips of her fingers, her toes, wrapping her up in something so good it hurt for several long seconds.

Under her Ethan groaned and stilled, but her body was too tight, as if marionette strings were holding everything stretched on the verge of collapse. A sob erupted from her chest and she sucked air into her lungs. Little by little, the tension seeped from her muscles and she sank down to lay over Ethan’s chest.

There wasn’t enough air in the room to satisfy her need to breathe. Her nails were still holding onto his shoulders and she made them release. Under her ear his heart thundered.

“Fuckin hell,” he exhaled roughly, but his hands were gentle as he stroked up and down her back, soothing her still trembling body.

She pressed her lips to his sweaty neck, not ready to move from his arms.

“This is crazy,” she murmured against his skin.

“Which part?”

“All of it.” She pushed up so that she could look into his eyes. “Us. Your parents wanting to meet me. Who our fathers are. It’s just...how can this even work?” What if his parents hated her as much as they hated her father? She wouldn't blame them.

Something darkened in Ethan’s eyes and he ran a hand over her shoulder, behind her neck to tangle in the hair there. He held her firm but gentle. She couldn’t look away from his stare. “It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, Harper. I told you already. You and me. You’re mine now.” His other hand slid around to rest between them. His thumb brushed over her lower stomach. “You’re both mine now.”

Tears burned her eyes. Emotions flooded through her and took her breath away.

She was teetering on the edge of falling in love with him. It wouldn't take anything at all to push her over that precipice. It was too fast and things that burned this hot typically snuffed out just as fast. If that happened…

He tugged her closer and brushed his lips over hers. They were still connected and that only heightened the emotion burning in her chest. His kiss was tender and combined with the way he was looking at her, it was almost too much.

And then he palmed her stomach, spread his fingers outward, his touch warm and possessive, and all she could do was hope like hell Ethan didn’t end up destroying her.

* * *

H
is parents place
on Martha’s Vineyard was beyond words.

Harper tugged on the hem of her soft grey dress, one of many that Ethan bought her when he insisted they go shopping earlier. She tried to argue, but he didn’t listen because she said she had nothing to wear.

I take care of what’s mine Harper. Don’t argue with me. I’ll win every time.

He’d spent too much damned money on her but wouldn’t take no for an answer. Her wardrobe had doubled now along with the sexiest lingerie she’d ever owned, and which if she were honest, she couldn’t wait to wear for him.

Her stomach tightened, but not for the good reasons. Standing at the door, about to meet his parents, she thought she was going to be sick. If this was reversed and it was her father, he’d rip Ethan apart.

Except she hadn’t heard a single peep out of her family. They had to know. The news was everywhere now. Even the Globe had picked it up.

“I can’t do this,” she whispered. “They’re going to hate me.”

“If they hated you already, they wouldn’t have invited us to dinner. I’m not saying there aren’t motives, my father usually has them, but they know better than to fuck with you, okay? I promise I won’t let them make you uncomfortable.”

He pressed his lips to her temple and the tension inside her eased a little.

The door opened. She leaned against Ethan when he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Good evening Mr. Matheson. Ms. Wentworth.” A grey haired man in a suit pulled the door opened and motioning them inside. “You’re parents are waiting in the back parlor, Mr. Matheson.”

“Thank you Charles.” Ethan clapped the man on the shoulder and guided her through the enormous entry.

The house, it was breathtaking. Right out of an Architectural Digest spread. Marble floors gleamed; ceilings rose and natural light bathed everything from a wall of windows to the left.

“It’s amazing,” she breathed out.

Ethan slid his arm around her waist and pulled her to his side. “Been in the family for a lot of years. My mother recently redecorated though and all this is new. Used to look more like hunting lodge but she was tired of all the dark. Went in the opposite direction and now everything is fucking white.”

Not Everything. Pops of color came from drapes and flowers and side chairs. Harper grew up in a house about this size too, but this one felt warm, even though it should be stark. This was a home, not a showpiece for money.

Their families were so different.

Nerves gripped her tight and she swallowed against a lump in her throat. They were going to hate her, because her father was trying to ruin Ethan’s family—and now they would think the same of her.

“I don’t think I can do this,” she whispered. Voices came from a room just down a hall and Harper’s feet froze. She’d had to deal with so much dislike already, but she couldn’t handle seeing hate in his parent’s eyes.

Their child’s grandparents.

Oh god.

“Ethan…”

“There you are.” A woman swept from the room and stepped in front of Ethan. A subtle wash of perfume filled the air and the woman cupped his cheeks, pulled his face down and then placed a kiss there.

Ethan’s mother was stunning. Her dark hair was down and curled around her shoulders, framing a face that would rival the biggest Hollywood beauty. She had on a dark blue sweater and cream colored pants that made her tiny frame look even smaller. Ethan stood over a foot taller than her but somehow appeared dwarfed by her presence.

The joy on her face faded a little as she stepped back and turned to Harper. Her reserved expression took in Harper before Ethan’s mother moved to take her hand.

“So nice to meet you, Harper. In case Ethan hasn’t told you, we’re glad you could make it tonight. We look forward to getting to know you.”

Harper’s lips trembled just a little as she smiled. “Thank you, Mrs. Wentworth.”

“Please, call me Valerie. Ethan, you’re father has a glass of Scotch waiting for you.”

Valerie took Harper’s hand and led her into the room behind Ethan. Enormous glass doors were open to a patio and a gentle salt scented breeze wafted through. The ocean glittered bright blue not too far away.

“I thought we’d dine outside tonight,” Valerie said, indicating a cozy table that had been set with china and candles, just outside the door. “Dinner will be ready in about a half hour. Enough time to get to know each other. Would you like a glass of wine?”

Harper’s glance slid to Ethan. They hadn’t really talked about when they were planning to tell his parents about the baby. He met her gaze and a smile tilted the corner of his lips up.

Her pulse leapt.

“Harper isn’t much a drinker. Iced tea?” he said.

Okay, so they weren’t going to tell them yet. Harper nodded. “That would be nice. Thank you.”

Her glance kept sliding to Robert Wentworth who was watching her, a neutral expression on his face. She had expected to see blatant loathing, so at least she wasn’t a pile of smoldering ashes yet.

“Dad, this is Harper. Harper, my dad, Robert.”

The imposing man took a step forward and held out his hand. His grip was firm and warm.

“Nice to meet you. Have to say we were a bit surprised this morning. We had no idea Ethan was seeing anyone.” Robert sent a pointed glance at his son who only lifted one eyebrow and took a swallow of his drink.

Harper felt the heat climb in her cheeks. “We met recently.”

“I’m not surprised the media got a hold of this already. Given who you are. Who we are.”

She couldn’t deny what he said. Her eyes fell to the ornately colored Oriental rug covering the floor. Harper had expected that would be the first thing to come up.

“Christ, dad,” Ethan growled, coming to stand beside her. His arm slid around her waist and he pulled her against his side. “You could at least ask how we met,” Ethan said. “Pretend to be cordial for god’s sake.

“How did you meet?” his father challenged.