Lara and the City of Angels (11 page)

His hands were gentle as he slipped off her bra and gazed at her breasts. She could feel his approval through his jeans. His cock was so hard, it strained against the confining material and Lara eyed the bulge with increasing interest.

“If I had a woman as beautiful as you in my bed every night, I wouldn’t be able to take my hands off you,” he murmured against her stomach.

“I suppose I look pretty good for my age but I still have the battle scars from pregnancy,” she responded as she traced the slightly indented lines on her skin against her otherwise taut stomach.

Kristian smiled and kissed them one by one gently. “They don’t make you any less gorgeous, Lara. It’s natural and you have a short abdomen. The only women I have ever seen who don’t seem to get stretch marks are those with long torsos or the Amazonian model types. Don’t ever think badly of your body. It is forbidden in my presence.”

His fingers worked along the sides of her thong while his mouth had slid back up to her delectable nipples. This time, he licked the left rosy peak before his whole mouth covered it and sucked on his gently.

The fire in her lower stomach had her shaking with need and her whole body warmed with every touch, kiss and caress.

Slowly, Kristian lowered her thong and slipped it off before he threw it on the floor. He spread her legs and admired her moistened sex which was shaved, Brazilian style. She felt more exposed than she’d ever been but his intense gaze only made her feel desirable and insatiable instead of cheap.

He placed a hand on her belly as the other worked fingers between the lips of her sex. She tried to sit up on her elbows but he said, “Lay down. You want to be completely relaxed for this.”

She didn’t know what to expect but as his tongue lightly traced her outer vaginal lips before it met her aching clit, she inhaled sharply. Obviously schooled in the joys of sex, his tongue traced her swollen nub before he placed his mouth around it and sucked hard; this very act sent waves of pleasure through her body.

Her first orgasm by this man was as memorable as the feel of his hands on her skin and the deep masculine scent of his very essence.

Apparently, he wasn’t done as he began to work several fingers in and out of her moist sex. She could barely contain herself with the frenzy of emotions he drew from her much too easily. His fingers found her G-spot; the only other men who were remotely aware what it was happened to be in her swinger’s group but that list did not include her husband.

From what she could remember of their sex, it was usually a crude affair. A few misplaced fingers and a couple of rubs on her clit before he’d entered her roughly. He was not an oral sex man—at least not when it came to reciprocity. Sure, he loved his early morning blow jobs but he had never gone down on her.

Funny, every man in their swinger’s group—and all the women—knew what she tasted like but her husband was completely oblivious to this simple, intimate fact about his own wife.

Her mind stopped reminiscing about a past which would soon be behind her forever as Kristian brought her to a vaginal orgasm and she creamed all over his fingers.

He licked his fingers before he crawled toward her and kissed her passionately again. His lips were silk and his tongue tasted even better. “I can’t wait until I am inside of you.”

She slipped her hand between their bodies and unbuttoned his jeans before he undid the zipper. “Don’t you want me to do you too?”

Kristian smiled before he grabbed her hands and kissed them gently. “Nope. You have all the time in the world to discover my body but tonight is all about you. I know you have had some very pleasurable experiences in your swinger’s group but this is about you and me. I want to pleasure you because I can feel myself falling for you…hard. I want you to be in my life, Lara. I don’t want you for my girlfriend. I want you to be my spouse and my partner in
every
way.

“I’m not a fool as I know it is much too early to ask for marriage and the whole bit but I want to make you happy. I want to see those gorgeous green eyes of yours light up in ways you can never imagine. Eventually, if you are ready for that next step, we can pursue it but even if you are never ready, I am grateful to be here for you. I want to give you and Auriel all the happiness you deserve.”

The sound of her daughter’s name made Lara’s heart melt and she knew Kristian was a keeper. He spoke of her child like his own and not even Sean had made such a heartfelt attempt to bond and she was his daughter for Christ’s sake.

She so desperately wanted to be in the moment with this beautiful man but she couldn’t help compare and contrast the different emotions and feelings between the two men. This man genuinely cared for her and wanted her because she was a wonderful woman, not because she was an heiress or a MacIntyre. He didn’t care about her moneyed family because his family wasn’t poor in the slightest.

All the thought of family disappeared from her mind as she felt the weight of his lean, hard body pressed against hers. He’d shed his jeans and everything that constricted his cock and he lay between her splayed legs though he had not bothered to explore her depths with his manhood yet.

Kristian cleared her tousled hair away from her face and stared into her eyes, his steel blue eyes filled with lust and heat. “Tell me this is what you want and I will grant your wish, Lara.”

She hadn’t meant to be so unladylike, explicit or her words to come out so deep and raspy but she murmured, “Fuck me,” in his ear and that was all he needed to hear.

He slowly guided his cock inside her as if she were a virgin and she gasped until she felt him slide into the hilt of her depths. Their fit, slightly tight even though she was wet, became more comfortable and as he moved inside of her, she found his rhythm and began to match his thrusts with no problem at all.

They were both silent lovers, more accustomed to sighs, moans and whispers than talkers. She didn’t want to hear about how great it was to be inside her, she wanted him to prove it by giving her yet another much needed orgasm and Kristian seemed to inherently sense this about her.

Lara became more confident and aggressive the longer their lovemaking lasted. She changed their position by rolling them over and she was suddenly on top of him.

The view of his taut lean chest and washboard abs didn’t drive her crazy with lust because this man was hers and she knew he would be willing to do anything it took to make her happy. She never thought something like that would ever occur to someone like her, not after Sean’s betrayal but she could not deny how good it felt to be in charge of a perfectly naturally and stable relationship.

She rolled her hips around his manhood and did everything in her power to drive him wild with lust and coax a major orgasm out of him but he merely smiled and sat up.

As his hard chest pressed against the soft silkiness of her breasts, she melted and he pulled her in for a kiss. They moved with one another with such fluidity, they seemed to be one entity as opposed to two different people.

She threw her head back and found herself losing control. She needed him to be as close as possible to him yet she wanted him to orgasm and become united with her as a feeling of pure pleasure started at her toes and traveled up her slender legs. Her world shattered around her at the same time as a monster orgasm seized her body.

Lara’s muscles spasmed and gripped Kristian’s manhood in a vice-like grip which brought a growl through his throat as he thrust into her faster and faster until he came in a molten liquid of heat which left his body and poured into hers.

Their hearts beat wildly yet in time with one another and they stayed glued to each other for a long time before she collapsed on to the bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

“That was…wow,” she said and couldn’t believe sex had rendered her speechless.

Kristian leaned toward her before he kissed her softly on the lips. “If you think that was something, you haven’t seen nothing yet.”

Lara smiled in an after sex glow and as her lover took her into his arms, she fell into a peaceful sleep.

Chapter Eleven

Three months later…

A
lthough Sean couldn’t deny how distressing the situation between him and Lara had caused, Blake Burton, the director of his latest film allowed him to leave so he arrive back to the States in time to meet Lara in court.

His soon to be ex-wife had decided to file their divorce paperwork in Clark County—the location they’d married—as opposed to Los Angeles County—the location where they lived.

The weather had cooled in Las Vegas but it had nothing compared to the iciness of the courtroom where he sat across from his ex-wife, each with their own hot-shot, expensive and powerful attorneys.

Her bastard father, Gavin, turned his back on Sean real quick once his daughter had spilled her guts, so to speak, and told her family about the swinger’s group, their sex life, or rather, absence of one, and her fabulous new boyfriend who happened to be heir to a fortune as large as hers.

Sean knew he had very little—if any—chance of getting back with his wife but now he was fighting for his very own daughter. His soon to be ex-father-in-law had decided to play hardball and had threatened him in no uncertain terms that if he did not hand over full custody of Auriel to Lara then his “private activities” would somehow become “public knowledge”.

Sean laid his hands flat against the table and listened to the judge as he explained his ruling. He mostly tuned out until this Judge Glendon declared he would have to hand over one third of his wealth to his wife in lieu of child and spousal support.

“I hope this sits well with you as you and your wife have been married for almost seven years and much of your wealth has been made while you two were together. As there was no prenuptial agreement, the amount of money I have allotted your wife would be approximately thirty-four percent what you made while you two were married.”

His attorney stood up and addressed the judge. “My client finds this completely acceptable.”

“Your wife has also allowed you to have shared custody of your daughter, Auriel MacIntyre Buchanan. Is this all right with you, Mr. Buchanan?”

Sean nodded at his attorney and the lawyer answered for him.

“As everything else has been settled before this day in court then I will grant the divorce between Lara MacIntyre—née Buchanan—and Sean Buchanan. Court adjourned.”

Lara smiled before she embraced her co-star and lover, Kristian Stenfeldt, before she shook the hand of her attorney. He walked past his attorney and cleared his voice.

Her green eyes focused on his before she smiled albeit reluctantly. “Hello, Sean, how are you doing?”

“How do you think?” He managed a small smile in return as he was patently aware it was easier to catch bees with honey than vinegar. “Listen, can we take a walk and talk…privately.”

He expected her to say no but she whispered something in Kristian’s ear before they kissed on the lips quickly and she joined Sean. They walked side-by-side in silence until they’d exited the courthouse. No one recognized him or if they did, his poker face was more than enough to detour them away and to prevent them from approaching for a goddamn autograph.

She turned toward him once they were outside in the cold autumn air of Las Vegas. It was much chillier than it would have been in Los Angeles at barely fifty degrees but the sun shined and the sky was blue with large white fluffy clouds. On any other occasion the atmosphere would have been romantic but to him he found the whole environment as stifling as the courthouse had been.

“What is it, Sean?” she inquired in a tight voice. The warmth and love in her usually pleasant demeanor were sorely lacking and her green eyes were chilly as she glared at him.

“Baby, I know I did you wrong and I know we’re divorced now but…please don’t leave me. I was an asshole and I can’t explain why I did you the way I did but you have to believe how sorry I am and I will never take you for granted again,” he explained in an earnest voice that cracked several times.