Blackmailing the Virgin (An Alexa Riley Promises Book 2) Page 6

Her mouth parts for me, and I sweep my tongue in, tasting her. I feel her hands come to my chest and rest there as I claim her as mine all over again. She may not think she wants this, but her body has other ideas.

  As the kiss deepens, I know it needs to end, so reluctantly I pull away and rest my forehead against hers. I take a moment to catch my breath and then put her hand back in the crook of my arm, leading us over to the table.

  When Bill spots us, there’s a moment that passes, and I expect to see shock. But instead he nods in our direction and stands to greet us.

  He reaches out his hand to me and I take it, grasping it firmly. Becky stands and says hello to Felicity and then looks over at me, a little surprised that I’m here. But Bill is unfazed.

  “Calder. I thought you might be joining us for dinner this evening. Please have a seat.”

  I feel Felicity tense on my arm, but she stays silent as she sits down quickly, no doubt to try to hide the baby bump that I have no intention of keeping a secret.

  “Bill, good to see you. I realize we should have had this talk back in New York, but circumstances have changed.”

  “I can see that,” he says, looking over at Felicity. “Anything you’d like to tell me, dear?”

  I see Becky’s hand fall to his wrist and give it a squeeze. It’s a sign of intimacy, and she’s trying to calm him down. There’s much more happening at this table than anyone is willing to admit. For now.

  “Um, Dad. You know, Calder.”

  “Oh, yes. The man who employs my firm. Even work in the same building. We’re acquainted,” he says with a laugh.

  The waiter decides to pop over at this moment to take our drink orders. I get a glass of red wine for myself and water for Felicity.

  After he leaves, I look at Bill and decide I’ll be the one leading this meeting.

  “Look, you’re obviously aware of what’s happening between your daughter and me. I should have told you sooner, but Felicity and I wanted to wait until she was finished with school.”

  He looks from me to his daughter and raises an eyebrow. “Is this true?”

  Felicity looks at me and then at her father, nodding her head. It’s the safest thing for her to do since she’s such a terrible liar. Her brows do this cute little furrow every time she tries.

  “We wanted to tell you together. We are expecting and are to be married.”

  I see a vein beside his eye twitch. It’s the only reaction from him for a beat, and I see Becky squeeze his wrist yet again. A moment of silence passes, and Becky is the one to break it.

  “Oh my, this is absolutely wonderful news. A baby! How far along are you, Felicity? When is the due date? We should get you back to the States right away so that we can get your doctors set up. Right, Bill?”

  Becky’s enthusiasm goes a long way to ease some of Felicity’s tension and in turn relaxes me.

  “Yes. You should come immediately.”

  Bill’s statement is meant to sound concerned, but I take it to mean that he wants her to come to his home. That won’t be happening.

  “Felicity?” I say, reminding her of our agreement, prompting her to interject.

  “Oh, um, Calder and I are going to live together when we get back to New York. We’re going to get married right away, and he, I mean, we’d like to get the nursery ready as soon as possible. I’m already so far along, but with school ending, I can come back now.”

  I squeeze her hand, letting her know she did a good job. It’s exactly what’s going to happen, and Bill needs to hear it from her. I only hate how forced her words are. I want them to be filled with happiness.

  “And what about Sidney?” Bill asks, a smug note in his voice.

  I feel Felicity tense, but I just sit back in my chair and sip the wine the waiter has dropped off for me.

  “Sidney and I have been friends since we were children. There is nothing to tell.”

  I feel Felicity’s fingers trail across my wrist, and I smile as I look over at her. She looks hopeful, and I give her a small wink. She must have been worried that Sidney and I were more than just close friends. I’m happy I could ease that worry for her. The only reason I hadn’t told her sooner was that it was Sidney’s secret, but now things have really changed. I can’t hold back any longer.

  The rest of the dinner is spent talking about the baby and the wedding. Becky takes over with questions, and I’m surprised by how excited Felicity sounds at times. It gives me a sliver of hope that I can make her fall in love with me. I keep my hand on her thigh through dinner, needing to touch her constantly. I’ve spent far too long away from her, and I need to make up for lost time.

  When we are finished, I bring Felicity back to my hotel room. I don’t hesitate once the door is closed.

  I toss the small bag of clothes I made her bring with her on the floor and pick her up, carrying her to the bedroom.

  “Calder. We need to talk. I want answers.”

  “Not now. I’ve waited months for you, and I won’t be held off any longer.”

  When I get to the bedroom, I stand her up beside the bed and unzip her dress, pushing it off her body. Her curvy hips try to hold on to it, but I push the material down the rest of the way. She’s still without panties, and it makes my blood heat. Seeing her round belly and wet pussy has the caveman in me growling to come out.

  “Take off your bra, sweetheart.”

  I jerk at my tie and undo the knot. Then I start pulling at my own clothes as fast as I can. I watch as she unfastens her bra and her big breasts are revealed to me.

  “Fuck, they look bigger.”

  The blush creeps up her chest and to her cheeks as she nods. “They are.”

  “Mmm, more of you to love.”

  I pick her up and settle her in the middle of the bed, then come down on top of her. My cock is already impatiently seeking entrance.

  I nudge her wet opening as my lips come down on hers. I’m careful to hold myself over her belly so I don’t crush the baby between us. But I need to be on top of her. It’s been too long, and if I don’t control the pace right now, I’ll cum all over her pussy without even getting inside it.

  Pushing inside her tight channel, I sheathe myself in her warmth.

  “Fuck, I’ve missed your pussy, sweetheart. Best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

  “Calder,” she moans as she tilts her head back and falls into a rhythm with me.

  “That’s right, Felicity. Say my name, because you belong to me.”

  I feel her pussy clench at my words as I slowly thrust in and out. Leaning down, I take a hard nipple in my mouth and feel her fingers go to my hair. She lets out a loud moan, and I realize they must be so sensitive.

  I move my mouth from one nipple to the other, back and forth and back and forth. I build up her orgasm, edging her for as long as possible. She’s so close, but I want her to beg me for it. I want her to know that only I can give her this kind of pleasure. Then she’ll never leave me. I can’t ever have her trying to get away.

  “You want me to make you cum?” I ask, nearly out of breath. My steady thrusts are making me sweat, and I feel her soft skin sliding against mine. This lovemaking is sexy as fuck, and I don’t ever want it to end. I want a thousand nights like this and then a thousand more.

  “Yes, Calder. I’m just a breath away. Please.”

  “Tell me you love me.”

  I feel her tense, but I angle my hips and put pressure on her clit with each stroke.

  “Calder!” The change in sensation almost makes her scream, but she hasn’t cum yet.

  “Say it, Felicity. Or I will keep it from you all night. I’ll make love to you so slowly that you’ll remain on this edge for hours.” I slow down the thrusts to emphasize my point. “Give me what I want.”

  She looks at me, her beautiful green eyes begging me to give her relief. She wants to say it, but she’s terrified. I know the feeling.

  “I’ll always be here to catch you, Felicity.”

  “I love you,”
she whispers.

  It’s exactly what I want, and I thrust hard three times, giving her what she wants. Her orgasm is fierce, and she screams my name into the room. For half a second, I feel bad for the people in this hotel, but then I smile and follow her over the edge. Let them hear her. Let them hear my wife and how much she loves her husband.

  My own orgasm nearly rips me in two as I hold myself inside her, cumming in long thick spurts. I feel like my body is being drained of every drop of cum, but I hold myself up to keep from crushing her and the baby.

  Once I feel the last drop of cum leave my cock, I roll to the side, pulling her on top of me. I keep her to the side a little so that the baby isn’t squished between us.

  As Felicity tries to catch her breath, I run my finger down her back, feeling her cool damp skin. We are a sweaty mess, but I already want her again.

  Thrusting up, I fill her with my thickness, letting her know I need her again.

  She sits up a little, looking down at me with a raised eyebrow.

  “You can sleep through this if you want. But I need you at least four more times before our flight leaves.”

  Chapter Ten

  Felicity

  “Did you want something bigger?” Calder asks, putting his finger under my chin and making me turn my head to look at him. I swear, every time he touches me my skin tingles. It’s like he has some special power over my body. I hate and love it. I’ve never felt such passion in my life than I have in the past two days. Calder can’t seem to keep his hands off me, and I can’t seem to find the will to try to push him away. Even in my sleep, I seek him out.

  I’ve just been pushing my food around my plate for the last five minutes. This was not how I thought my wedding night would go. I guess this isn’t how I’d seen any of this going—rushing down the aisle to marry a man who was blackmailing me into it. For the sake of our child. Not because he loved me. I’d tried to tell him we could raise this baby together but we didn’t have to be together. That had set him off.

  I just shake my head and turning my head back to my food. I feel like the last forty-eight hours have been at hyper speed. Now I’m back in New York in Calder’s penthouse. Married. Calder wasted no time getting us back to New York and getting us a marriage license. I’m shocked he had the patience to wait the required twenty-four hours. He’d even thought about just flying us to Vegas, but I’d talked him out of it, telling him I was worn out and just wanted to sleep.

  “We can plan something bigger if you like. Do a second wedding,” he tries again. He is the most confusing man I’ve ever meet in my entire life.

  He can go from sweet to boiling with anger in the blink of an eye. I’m starting to notice it only happens with me. With most everyone else, he seems to be calm. Put together. Like he’s in total control. But with me, I make one mention of us not being together and it’s like the world is ending.

  He’d lost it the one and only time I’d tried to reason with him on the plane back to New York. It had then exploded into a fight, with him reminding me he would never let me go. Then he made me tell him every detail there was to know about my friend Mark. Every. Single. Detail.

  It was clear Calder was not one to share his toys. Ever. I couldn’t find the will to asking him about Sidney. I didn’t think my stomach could handle it. So I didn’t even try. What would be the point? No matter what he said, I couldn’t leave.

  My father had taken the news well, and I didn’t want to throw another log on the fire I’d already made, one that would end the career he’d worked so hard for.

  “I don’t like to be the center of attention. A small wedding with just us and my father was perfect.” I turn to look at him again. “See, you don’t even know me. If you knew even a little about me, you would have known that.”

  He smiles, leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on my lips. “Oh, I know. Everyone says you’re shy, but you don’t seem to be that way around me. In fact, you seem to be full of fire.”

  I can’t even fashion a retort because it’s true. I’m all kinds of out of sorts when I’m around him. What’s even stranger is, I like it.

  “But trust me, Felicity. I pay attention to everything you do. Like when you get nervous, like you did walking across the stage at graduation, you tap your index finger against your palm. Or when you get turned on, you push your hair behind your ear and let your finger trail down you neck.” He leans in again like he’s going to kiss me “Or just when you’re about to cum, you let out these little puffs of air. I’m already addicted to the sounds. I’m not even sure I could cum without hearing them now.”

  He turns, going back to cutting up his steak and puts a piece in his mouth. I just stare at him, shocked by what he said.

  “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Let’s not start this marriage off on the wrong note. We can make this work. We could be perfect together.”

  I look back down at my food. I want to laugh. Start out on the wrong note? This whole relationship seems to be one wrong note after another. We’re a freaking mess. He blackmailed me. How is this marriage not starting on anything but a wrong note? To top it off, he only married me because I’m knocked up. It’s the only reason he even came for me.

  I hadn’t heard from him in months. Not a call or anything. It’s not like it would be hard for him to have found me, even less so after I saw the stupid file he had on Mark, which he got himself in under an hour!

  But as pissy as that all makes me, he’s right. I don’t want to fight with him. Hell, a giant, pathetic part of me is happy he forced us together, because he was right that night in his hotel room when he made me tell him I loved him. Because I do. I have from that very first kiss. He flutters into my every thought, whether I want him to or not. Even if I make a conscious effort not to think about him, it still proves that I’m thinking about him.

  “I just didn’t see my marriage starting this way. I wanted…” I trail off, my emotions getting the best of me. Calder stands abruptly, the chair hitting the floor. He picks me up, making me squeal, and sits me on the kitchen’s breakfast bar so we are at eye level with each other. His hands land on either side of me, caging me in.

  His movements are abrupt and fast, but his eyes are soft. Filled with concern.

  “Tell me. Tell me what you wanted. What were your plans?” His voice is just as soft as the look on his face.

  “I thought you made our plans already. What does it matter now?”

  “You want me.”

  I narrow my eyes at his cocky words.

  “Hell. I wanted you, too. Why else would I come crawling into your bed?”

  “Because the word is I’m easy.” There I go again, not holding anything back.

  “I was a dick. I was pissed and jealous. Mad at myself for not finding you sooner. I hated the thought that there could have been men before me who had the chance to steal you from me. I was even more pissed because I thought you might move on to someone else. I’m fucking sorry for that. I should have known. I could taste your innocence that first night I kissed you on the balcony. There was no faking that. I felt it deep, but it just seemed too good to be true. I hadn’t had anything sweet in my life in years and there it was again. I was fucking shit-scared it would be taken from me.”

  “That was really sweet.” I have to admit, when he throws these little tantrums over my attention or being jealous, a little part inside me gets a thrill from it. I know part of him cares.

  “Tell me.” He leans in a little more as if he can’t wait to hear what I have to say. “You want to play your violin? I won’t stop you. Your own studio? I’ll build you one. Just tell me what you want, sweetheart, and I’ll give it to you.”

  “I wanted to be in love when I got married. Then have babies and all that. Everything is just backwards.”

  “You do love me,” Calder growls.

  I just roll my eyes.

  “Say it.” I can’t count how many times he’s made me say it now. He never says it though.

 
; “I love you,” I tell him. I know he won’t stop until I say it, and it’s true. I just can’t bring myself to say it on my own. Maybe because he doesn’t love me.

  His body visibly relaxes. I almost feel like he might be starved of love. It reminds me how little I know about him. Calder has told me nothing of his family. I only know his parents both died seven years ago because I read it online during my internet stalking of him.

  “Let me show you, baby. Don’t fight me every step. I can talk till I’m blue in the face and say sorry over and over until I’m hoarse for the way I acted, but let me show you. Give this a chance. You’ll see I’ll give you anything you could ever want. Will you do that?”

  “Okay.” What do I have to lose? It’s clear he isn’t letting me go.

  He leans the rest of the way in, taking my mouth in a deep kiss. One of his hands comes to my belly, rubbing the little bump. Then he slides me off the counter. My legs go around his waist as he carries me down the hall and into the bedroom, laying me on the bed.

  I think he is going to make love to me again, but he slides off the bed and removes my shoes before disappearing into the bathroom and coming back with a bottle of lotion in his hands.

  “I read that it will help with swelling if I rub your feet regularly.”

  “You read?” I can’t help but giggle.

  “I couldn’t sleep last night. I might have stayed up reading as much as I could. I know nothing about babies and pregnancy. I was an only child.” He sits down at the end of the bed, pulling my feet into his lap.

  “Do you think we should move? The market is good right now. We could sell this place. Unless you want to keep it. It’s close to your father. Or maybe we could sell this and get one in your father’s building and one out of the city.”

  “It’s your place. I’m okay with whatever.” I hadn’t really thought about where we should live. But there really hasn’t been much time with as fast as everything has happened.

  “I think if you want to do your own little studio, we should have something here in the city and some place outside.”