The Billionaire’s Forgotten Fiancée (12 page)

Trevor paled, flinching.

“You don’t know what that did to me,” she said. “You don’t know what it’s like to lose someone you love like that because you’ve never loved anybody the way I love Shane. He gave me my engagement ring—
again
—and I know he loves me. So I’m going to grab this chance and make sure we can work the problem out—whatever it is. I don’t want to be alone again. If you can’t be supportive of my decision, you can at least not sabotage it.” She let out a shuddering breath and blinked as her eyes prickled with unshed tears.

“Damn, Ginger.” He reached out and hugged her stiff body. “I’m sorry. I had no idea you felt that way.”

“Now that you know, what are you going to do?”

“I can’t promise I’m going to like the guy, but I’ll butt out. And try my damnedest to look the other way when I see you guys sucking face.”

She laughed, finally relieved. She would’ve hated to be at odds with Trevor over anything, much less Shane. “Thanks.” She unbent and hugged him back. “You’re the best brother any woman could ask for.”

* * *

Shane waited until Ginger came back. He hoped whatever talk she needed to have with Trevor hadn’t gone too poorly. Her brother seemed juuuuuust a trifle overprotective. Shane would’ve approved of that if Trevor hadn’t thought he needed to protect Ginger from him as well.

Soon they emerged from the barn. Trevor shot him a glance and went off, while Ginger came toward Shane. She looked so sweet and sexy, her hips sashaying. The movement was even more provocative because she wasn’t doing it on purpose.

“So… Everybody still alive?” he said.

“Barely, but he’ll behave. It’ll mean the world to me if you can be gracious to him in return.”

“Hey. Gracious is my middle name.”

She chuckled. “Sure, SLAP-y.”

He cringed. “You know about that?”

“Yup.” She peered up at him. “Do you remember mine?”

“No.” He frowned. “That puts me at a disadvantage. What is it?”

“Grant.”

“Seriously? That’s it?”

She nodded. “After Ginger Grant from
Gilligan’s Island
.”

He felt completely lost. “Is that in the Caribbean?”

“Nope. An old TV show and Dad was a fan. Do you feel advantaged now?”

He snorted and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “We should get going.”

“Where?”

“Back to the city. Trevor’s right. We can’t be doing the things I want to do to you at your parents’ house. I don’t want your father shooting at me or your mother poisoning my food.”

“I can’t go yet.”

“Why not?”

“I told them I was staying for a few days, and they were so excited. I don’t take a lot of time off or visit often.”

“How come?”

“Well. For holidays, we split our time at your family’s and mine.”

He stared at her, aghast. “Is it nice at my family’s?”

“Honestly? Not always.” She chewed on her lower lip. “The dinner last night was pretty decent since your dad wasn’t there. It can get pretty tense when your parents are together. Oh, and Dane.”

“That I can believe.”

“But you know…your parents live in L.A. Mine don’t. So I don’t see them as often as I’d like.” She put a hand over his chest. “Pretty please?”

“Okay. I’ll stay here with you too then.”

“Really? But—”

He kissed her. She opened up to him instantly, as though she’d been dying for his touch. He groaned into her mouth. “No
but
s,” he said firmly as he traced the delicate line of her smooth jaw.

“Okay,” she whimpered.

He pressed little kisses all along her neck. She shivered, and her grip on his shoulders tightened. Damn she was responsive. She probably wasn’t even aware of the tiny rocking movements of her hips that were driving him insane. He wanted to strip her and take her in the grass…except…

He pulled back. “We have to go inside.”

“But—”

“Lusty wench. Behave.” He slapped her lightly on the ass and took her elbow, starting them back to the house.

She ran her teeth across her lower lip and gave him a dark look that promised retribution. Shane shook his head. He didn’t care. His ring was back on her finger, and that was all that mattered.

Ginger had laid out a new toothbrush and razor for Shane to use. She giggled behind a hand at the baggy, old pajamas Trevor had lent him.

“You should’ve told me you didn’t pack,” she said. “I would’ve driven you to the store so you could pick up some stuff.”

“Wasn’t thinking very clearly this morning. I just had this overwhelming urge to come out here and get you back.”

She grinned, stupidly happy. “Well, this’s your room.” She gestured around. It was the absolute smallest room in the house, but it had a bed. Her mom had put a set of fresh sheets over the mattress.

“At the opposite end of the hall from your room,” Shane mused, looking around. There was a tiny desk by the window, which overlooked the barn. He rapped the desk with a knuckle. “And quite fragrant, if you leave the window open.”

She chuckled. “Should’ve expected that when you barged onto a farm.”

He kissed her. “Well then. Good night.”

“Night.” She closed the door behind her.

Everyone seemed to go to bed early on the farm, but Fraser explained everyone also got up early. Like five thirty, before sunrise early.

Shane lay on the small bed and stared at the ceiling. He supposed that wouldn’t be too bad if he could get himself to fall asleep soon.

The night before he’d dreamed about his parents. Probably flashbacks. His memories seemed to be coming back as he spent time with the people who’d been in his life before the accident.

So far most of the dreams had been pretty shitty. Had he had any good ones?

Probably he had, and they probably had featured Ginger. He wished he could remember them. He wished he could remember what Ginger’s favorite colors were, her favorite food, the sound of her voice when she sang—if she sang at all—and their first date and first dance and first kiss and first sex…

His mind drifted, and the tension slowly seeped out of his body. He fell asleep…

…then a hand roaming over his chest and belly woke him up. “What—?”

“Shh…” Ginger put a finger over his lips. “Trevor’s a light sleeper.”

“What are you doing?”

“Finishing what we started earlier.”

“You naughty girl.” Even as he mock scolded her, his body came to life, his cock hardening.

She slipped her hand lower and grasped it. “Ah-hah. Somebody’s happy to see me.”

“Damn, Ginger…”

“Don’t make any noise. Somebody’s going to hear.” She kissed him then, her mouth open and carnal. She licked his tongue, teasing and taunting him to thrust inside her, and he groaned against her and pulled her down over his body.

Ahh, yes.

Without breaking the kiss, she squirmed until she was straddling him. She rocked, her flesh hot even through the layers of clothes between them. She was absolutely shameless as she sought her pleasure. And it was so damn hot it was all he could do to stop himself from pounding into her now.

He pulled her nightgown up until it was bunched under her armpits. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and the moonlight gave her a silvery otherworldly glow. She was so beautiful, it made him shake.

She was his.

He buried his face between her gorgeous breasts and inhaled her orchids and butter cream scent. He brought a nipple toward his mouth, and flicked his tongue over the tip, liking the way it beaded. She tightened her hands in his hair, and with a grunt, he took the whole nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

She bucked, her back arching. She pushed her torso into his face, and he cupped her ass in his hands, squeezing and fondling as he tormented her breast. The other one trembled, its exposed nipple beading like it could vicariously experience what he was doing to the one in his mouth.

He pulled back, dragging the extended nipple between his teeth. Ginger muffled a moan with her hand. He took the other one into his mouth. He wasn’t tender anymore, rough with his teeth and lips and tongue. She writhed against him, wrapping her arms around him tighter and silently begging for more.

His mouth still on her tit, he pushed her thighs apart wider. She was dripping wet, her nether lips swollen and so damn slick. He ran his fingers up and down, careful to bump into her clit every time, but not with enough pressure to make her come. He wanted to drive her to the edge, hear her beg him to fuck her. He wanted her filthy and desperate and out of her mind with need.

“More,” she moaned, her voice low and uneven.

“Not yet, babe.”

“You…are…evil.”

“And you like me that way.” He brought his juicy fingers to his mouth and licked. “Damn, you taste amazing. You have no idea what I want, do you?”

“Shane…”

* * *

Ginger teetered at the edge. She was going to die if he kept teasing her like this.

Tunneling her hands into his hair, she pulled him up for a kiss. He didn’t even hesitate. His talented mouth…Oh yes. He plundered her like he had every right to, and she loved it. She wanted him to know she belonged to him and him only. She didn’t want him to ever think about how he might end up like his parents, especially his father. She wouldn’t let him.

She moved against him and moaned with frustration. He was still in the pajamas, which were getting in the way. She rolled them over, and Shane adjusted his position so they wouldn’t fall off the small mattress. “You’re entirely too dressed,” she muttered. She reached down and undid all the buttons, laying his chest bare. When he reached for the bottoms, she slapped his hands away. “I’ll handle this.”

He cocked an eyebrow. With a wicked grin, she pulled them down slowly, unwrapping him like a birthday present. His cock sprang out. She licked her lips at the glistening tip. The veins on his shaft seemed to pulse.

She pulled him deep into her mouth. Salt and the heady flavor of Shane flooded her senses, and she moaned. He was too big for her to suck to the hilt, so she used her hands to compensate.

He hissed out a curse.

“Shhh,” she said. “You’re going to get us caught.” She resumed, licking and tasting and sucking all over his cock, leaving no part untouched. Her fingers delicately played with his balls, weighing and caressing them.

His breathing grew choppy. He braced his feet flat on the bed and thrust into her mouth, careful not to gag her. His hands clenched into fists, and the muscles in his stomach were rigid. She could tell he was close. Yes, yes.

The last time he’d come on her. This time she wanted him to come inside her so she could taste his climax.

Suddenly he grasped her arms and pulled her up. He devoured her mouth like she was a feast after a famine, while he shoved two fingers inside her. She was so primed they glided in with no problem. His kiss muffled her cry as her walls tightened around his fingers. She needed more.

“Fuck, you’re so damn hot.” He thrust them in and out, only up to two knuckles. She tried to move, have them deeper inside her, but he kept an arm around her waist, trapping her.

“Shane, please…”

“Tell me.”

“I want you inside me,” she whispered heatedly in his ear. “I want you hard and hot and fucking me, claiming my body. Making me yours.”

“You’re already mine,” he said against her nape. “But damn… Do you have a condom?”

“Don’t need one. I’m on the pill.”

“But in Thailand, you said—”

“I lied.” She’d had to in order to stop him from taking her fully.

“You bad, bad girl,” he whispered and flipped her over.

She spread her legs as wide as she could, so wanton in her need. He took his weight on his elbows and plunged into her in one, harsh stroke.

She bit her lower lip at the most incredible sensation. He was so big, he stretched her to the limit. It felt like he was filling every empty corner of her body and heart.

He pushed in and out of her, each thrust hard and controlled. The delicious friction caused her walls to tighten and clench, and she tightened her jaw to contain a scream. Her breasts bobbed, and even the slight movement of the cool air seemed too much for her overly sensitive nipples.

He changed the angle of his pelvis, bumping and grinding into her clit. Her vision whitened, and she let out a silent scream as a fiery orgasm incinerated her every nerve ending. He soon joined her, his mouth pressed against the spot between her neck and shoulder as he shuddered and emptied into her.

He rolled to his back, taking her with him. He breathed roughly, sweat beaded along his hairline. With a soft smile, she traced every perfect line of his beloved face.

“Even if you don’t remember everything, you haven’t changed that much,” she whispered when they could breathe normally again.

“You mean, I’ve always been a great lover?”

She giggled. “Dirty and demanding.”

“See? Just like I said.”

She laid her cheek against his chest, listening to his heart beat. Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum. So comforting. So real. She closed her eyes. This was exactly the way it should be.

She yawned. “I should probably go back.”

His arms tightened around her. “Stay a little longer.”

“But—”

“If you fall asleep, I’ll carry you to your room.” He kissed her on the forehead.

She smiled. “Okay.”

* * *

The next morning Ginger opened her eyes in her own room and smiled to herself. Shane wasn’t just a great lover. He was the greatest lover. She just couldn’t tell him because he wouldn’t be able to fit his head through his tee-shirts.

She walked out into the hall to use the bathroom and almost ran into Trevor. “Sorry. Hi.” She grinned goofily.

“Morning.” He frowned. “You know… You really should be a little more quiet. You kept me up quite a while last night.”

Her jaw dropped. Before she could respond, he walked down the stairs.

She put her hands over her flaming cheeks. Great. So her brother had heard everything. At least her parents were heavy sleepers.

When she made it downstairs, her dad had already finished with breakfast and gone out to check on his cows with Trevor. Ginger sat at the table as her mom placed a mug of steaming coffee in front of her.