Into the Flames (Out of the Ashes Book 2) Page 2

He drops a kiss to my cheek. As if reading my mind, he says, “Don’t worry, there are outdoor heaters if the weather doesn’t cooperate. So we’ll definitely be putting that to full use this weekend. I hope your dad doesn’t want to see too much of you.” He turns me so I’m facing him and it’s then I realize that he’s removed his shirt. I’m faced with a solid wall of muscle. His lips find mine and he devours my mouth. “Lauren, baby, this is killing me.”

  I smile against his chest. “Dean! We have got to start getting ready. But… I know it’s not exactly what you want and is probably only going to torture us both but would you shower with me?”

  “Baby, the torture will be more than worth it to finally see everything that is beneath that dress.” Slowly he lowers the zipper in the back and pushes the dress from my shoulders. His sharp intake of breathe proves that he wasn’t expecting what was, or should I say, wasn’t beneath the dress. Because of the tight fit of the sheath, I wasn’t wearing a bra and my nude G-string left little to the imagination. My thigh highs were topped in the same color lace as the dress I’d been wearing. I’ve never been this exposed to a man before. I’m embarrassed to be standing in front of him in nothing but my underwear, if you could even call them that, and heels. I only hope the picture is exactly what he wants to see.

  “Baby, you are utter perfection. And this has been well worth the wait. I promise I’ll make you so happy.” For a moment it seems like he’s saying something else but I let it go thinking it’s just the lust talking. He turns away from me for a moment to start the shower then brings his gaze back to my eyes. His normally soft brown eyes are dark with desire when they meet mine.

  “Dean.” His name, almost a plea, falls from my lips. Knowing what I’m saying, he wraps me in his arms and brings his lips to mine. A fire ignites in me, burning slowly from my lips all way down to my core. Dean slips his hands under the thin strips of fabric that holds on the G-string and with one tug, it falls from my body. He kneels in front of me and taking one of my knees in his hand, removes my shoe and then rolls the stocking down my leg slowly, dropping kisses to my thigh, knee and ankle on his way downward. He then proceeds to do the same thing to the other leg.

  As he stands he runs his fingers to the slick spot between my thighs and slips them between my folds. I gasp in delight; the pleasure almost becoming too much to bear. Dean grips me by the arms a little too tightly but in the heat of the moment, I push it from my mind. I know what I want; unfortunately, there isn’t time for that right now. But he picks me up and carries me into the shower. I watch as the water slides over his taut body. Every part of his body is ridged muscle. This man before me is truly beautiful and he loves me. Sometimes I can hardly believe it, like it’s a fairy tale and too good to be true. I look down at Dean’s naked body; his cock erect and throbbing almost painfully. Immediately I drop to my knees and run my tongue up his length. He sucks in a sharp breath. “Baby, fuck, that’s so good.” With his encouraging words, I take him all the way into my mouth as far as I can and wrap my hand around the base of his cock. I want this as much as he does. “Oh god, Lauren!” He grunts as I bob my head up and down on him and run my tongue around his shaft. I move my hand in time with my mouth and know he’s close to coming undone. “Fuck baby.” He screams as he sinks his fingers into my hair and plunges his cock further into my mouth. I gag but try to relax as he takes over the movement. I continue to tease him with my tongue and he plunges in faster and faster.

  The pain of his fists in my hair and the way he is fucking my mouth is too much, but whenever I try to move away his hands tighten in my hair holding me in place. I push back against his thighs hoping to relieve some of the pain that way but like stone, he doesn’t budge. Thankfully it’s only a few short minutes later when I feel him hot and wet in the back of my throat. I swallow down all that he has to give me and look up at him. “Lauren, that was… Oh baby, did I hurt you?” He looks down at his hands fisted in my hair.

  “No, it was fine.” I lie not wanting to ruin our moment together, I’m sure he just got carried away. “I wanted to give you that so much.” That part is not a lie; I have been thinking more and more about what it would be like to be intimate like this with him. The only problem is when I pictured us together this, this controlling almost angry man, is not what I pictured at all.

  “God baby, that was so good. I can’t believe you have never done that before. You’re mouth is pure heaven and I’m the only one that will ever get to fuck it.” He pulls me up to my feet and plunges his tongue into my mouth. I don’t even have time to process his words as the fierce kiss sets me off again. I run my hands across his chest, scraping my fingernails lightly over his nipples. “Now baby, don’t get me going again. We’re running short on time as it is and I need to do something for you before we have to get ready.” This time he drops to his knees and throws one of my legs over his shoulder. I stand there precariously on one leg, unsure of what to do. This is the furthest Dean and I have ever gone and I don’t have any experience with this.

  “Grip my shoulders tight, baby and don’t let go!” He gives me a sly smile. “There will be a time when you feel like you can’t hang on any longer that’s when I need you to grip me tighter. I don’t want you to fall.” With that, his head dips between my thighs and he licks through my folds. Holy shit! This is a completely new sensation for me. I’m burning up from the inside out.

  “Dean!” I half groan, half scream his name. He just smiles and continues his assault on my pussy.

  “Baby, you taste like heaven. I can’t wait to be in this sweet cunt.” I flinch at his choice of words but with the things his mouth is doing the thought soon flees my mind. He circles his tongue around and over my clit. I hear myself moaning and screaming as his tongue finds its way into my warmth. My knee feels like it’s about to give out and suddenly I know exactly what Dean was talking about. I grip his shoulders so tightly I’m afraid my nails will draw blood but I can’t let go. The intensity is building and I feel like I’m being ripped in two.

  “Dean, oh god, Dean.” I hardly recognize my own voice; the sensations he’s creating are almost too much. Then he thrusts his tongue inside me and I come apart. He laps at my juices bringing me down off my high and then drops my leg from his shoulder.

  “Sexiest fucking thing ever. Lauren, I admit that I’m little sad we haven’t done this before. But you have been more than worth the wait, baby. I hope I can make it through dinner though.” He kisses me hard and deep allowing me to taste myself on his lips and tongue. “Tonight.” He whispers in my ear as he begins to wash up and get ready for the evening.

  Once we finally manage to get out of the shower and get ready, we meet Daddy and Mother at the restaurant on the vineyard for a celebratory dinner. I’m giddy with thoughts of what will happen later with Dean. I feel more than ready for this and he’s been more than patient. After the shower, I have a brief idea of what’s to come. At the thought of what happened between us, I grow damp and Dean glances at me with a knowing smile as if he can tell exactly what I’m thinking about and is thinking the same thing himself. My father clears his throat breaking the connection between the two of us. “Alright love birds, enough making googly eyes at each other.” His tone is light but there’s something behind it that I just can’t put my finger on. Something not quite right. “I was beginning to think the two of you were skipping dinner all together.” He looks at Dean reproachfully as he says this.

  “Sorry, sir. Lauren takes longer to get ready than I thought. But it was well worth the wait.” He winks at me and smiles at the secret we share. “She is so beautiful.” I changed from the lace sheath to a black one shoulder mini dress. The shoulder was made of black lace and the same lace trimmed the hem of the dress which came to barely mid thigh but I didn’t care. I wanted to show off a little for Dean. He wraps his arm around my waist and walks me to the table; his thumb brushing against my stomach ever so slightly.

  “Well now, since we are celebrating I have already taken
the liberty of having the vineyard bring some wine for us. I know your birthday is still a few weeks away but this is a special occasion.” Daddy winks at me. As we enjoy our wine, Daddy orders some scallops and escargot to start our meal. Once we’ve finished those and ordered our meals, he raises his glass in a toast. “To my beautiful daughter, the light of my life. I’m so proud of you. Today you’ve achieved a great dream and now you can spread your wings. To your future.” With tears in my eyes, I tip my glass toward him and take a sip.

  Barely a whisper, I manage, “Thank you Daddy.” He beams back at me; his pride in my accomplishment apparent on his face. Beside me, Dean clears his throat.

  “I wanted to wait for dessert but since we are making toasts… I have one of my own I would like to make.” A strangled sound comes from my mother and I swear for a moment she blanches but then her face relaxes and she becomes poised as if nothing happened. What’s going on with her? Dean takes my hand. “Lauren, like your father I’m so proud of you. I know you plan to go on for your masters next fall but I’m hoping… Well, I’m getting ahead of myself. Lauren, you have become so much more to me than I could have imagined. When I’m not with you, I’m constantly thinking of you.” A choked sound comes from my mother and I see the tears in her eyes. I turn my focus back to Dean. He drops to one knee in front of me and produces a small black box from one his pockets. Oh god, I did not see this coming. “Lauren, I love you with everything I am. Will you be my wife?” He opens the box to reveal the most beautiful diamond solitaire set in platinum. I throw my arms around his neck in delight. Nothing could be more perfect than this moment.

  “Yes, Dean. Yes, there’s nothing in this world I want more than to be your wife.” Tears run down my cheeks. I look at my mother and she’s crying also. Could my mother actually be moved for something that was happening to me? Could she actually care? Daddy’s face is blank; he has taken on the stoic look so commonly worn by my mother. I can’t tell if he’s happy or not.

  “Oh, baby, you have made me the happiest man ever.” He brushes his lips to mine in a soft kiss. “Later.” He whispers and sits back down. A few minutes after our meals arrive, Dean excuses himself with a look in mother’s direction.

  Now that it’s just the three of us, I lean over to Daddy. “Daddy, are you okay with this?”

  “Sweetheart, I knew this was coming. Dean asked me last week if it would be alright for him to do this tonight. But I must admit; it’s hard to lose my little girl.” Mother jumps up suddenly excusing herself as well before Daddy continues. “Just be careful with him. I worry about you.” His tone is ominous, foreboding. He likes Dean, that much I know; he wouldn’t have someone working so closely with him if he didn’t like them. And he’s happy that I’m happy but there’s something else, like a warning he’s trying to give me without saying it outright.

  That’s the moment though that Dean returns to the table, straightening his tie. He smiles at me and goes back to his meal without a word. A few minutes later mother returns and despite leaving to go clean herself up as she said, she looks worse than before she left. I give her a curious glance but then again, I’ve never understood my mother and she never made any effort to understand me so we just sort of tolerate each other.

  Dessert arrives and I’m glad for the distraction and for the meal to come to an end. Since Dean’s proposal, things have become tight and a bit awkward. I just want to get back to the cabin to spend the evening with him. As we finish our meal, Daddy stands and extends a hand to my mother. “I don’t think your mother and I will be staying after all.” He glances from her to me and then over to Dean.

  “But Daddy, what about our weekend?”

  “Sweetheart, I want you to have some time with your new fiancé and not have to worry about your parents hovering over the two of you. Enjoy your weekend.” He drops a kiss to my forehead and leads my mother from the restaurant.

  “Did I upset him?” Dean’s voice breaks into my reverie.

  “I don’t know what’s going on. He said he just wants us to have time to ourselves.”

  “Baby, no news could be better than that. I’m not sure we’ll leave that cabin all weekend.” He smiles and brings my hand to his lips, running light kisses across the knuckles. “Shall we head back?”

  Fire burns deep within me from just his simple touch and suddenly I’m more than anxious to get back to our cabin. “Yes.” I stand and turn to leave.

  Dean grips my wrist and pulls me into him. “I’m really looking forward to tonight.”

  As we step through the door of the cabin, we become a tangle of kisses and hands. His hands roam my body as his lips seek mine. We move halfway down the hall toward the bedroom when his fingers find the zip to my dress and he peels it from my body. “So fucking sexy.” He growls into my mouth as he pushes his tongue past my lips. He lifts me and I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs go around his waist. He presses my back to the wall. I feel his erection straining against my core through his trousers.

  “Dean, please. I want you.” That’s all the encouragement he needs. He moves me away from the wall and walks us into the bedroom where he drops me on the bed. Quickly he strips and is over me in the next instant. He roughly removes my bra and panties while I kick off my heels. His hands are everywhere and a bit rough.

  “Oh Lauren. I didn’t think I could want you this much, baby. I’ll try to go slow though.” His mouth captures my nipple and he grazes it with his teeth. I moan in pleasure but this still isn’t what my body craving.

  “Please, Dean. Please, I need you.” I’m burning up, sure that if I don’t feel him soon I’ll combust.

  “A little impatient, are we?” He smiles and takes my other nipple in his mouth, teasing and torturing me. Suddenly my pelvis is being lifted and his cock strains at my entrance.

  “Yes, Dean.” I whisper breathlessly as he runs the tip of his cock over my clit. Then he plunges in. I’m blinded by the pain. I can’t feel anything else. He’s thrusting into me like an animal, ignoring my pleas and tears of pain. I didn’t think it would be like this. “Dean, please. Dean, stop.” If he hears me, he does nothing to acknowledge it. I push up against his chest but he brings his full weight down on me, pinning me underneath him.

  “You feel so fucking good I can’t help myself. God, this is so good. Just give it a minute. You need to get used to me.” His relentless pace never slackens. Dean directs some of his attention to my breasts; his fingers digging into my flesh so hard there will be bruises in the shape of his fingertips tomorrow. His other hand winds into my hair; he grips it in his fist much like he did in the shower and with every thrust he pulls back on it. My scalp burns in pain and I’m afraid he’ll draw blood. “Baby, yes.” Dean groans as he begins to move harder and faster. He sits back on his knees and lifts my butt, his fingers dig like barbs into each cheek. Then he’s all out pounding into me. I feel my thighs slick with blood. The urge to wretch is overwhelming. I’ve given this man something that was utterly precious to me and this is how he treats me. The fiery pain rages inside me and I try again to move to stop him, to plead with him, but he holds me firm, pinned underneath his hips. “This cunt is so sweet.” He growls; his hand moves from one breast up to my throat as his other hand winds into my hair again, this time even tighter. “You are mine, Lauren. No one else will ever have you. Don’t even think about giving this to someone else.” The more I struggle beneath him the harder he presses down on my neck and pulls at my hair.

  With a loud growl, he plunges in even harder and spills himself inside me. “You are going to be my wife and no other man will ever have you. Do you understand me?” His words are a harsh whisper in my ear. He kisses my jaw. “If I’d known you would be this sweet, feel this good there’s no way I could have made myself wait this long. God Lauren, you feel so good.” I feel him hardening again inside me. “I need you again, baby now.” Hot tears stream down my cheeks and sobs shake my body. When did I start crying? Is this how it was supposed to be? He is unconce
rned with my pain; in fact it seems to please him. The more I cry the harder his shaft becomes.

  Dean’s already moving again. A bit slower this time but this isn’t what I want. I want him to stop. I know I willingly gave him my virginity but this, well, this isn’t consensual. Definitely not how I pictured my first time. Though I have no experience, I know it shouldn’t be like this, an experience this powerful with someone you love, who loves you in return shouldn’t feel so wrong. I want nothing more than to break our connection. I try to move him but he won’t budge. “Dean, please stop. Dean?”

  “Oh baby, I can’t; you feel so damn good. I promise to try to make this time feel good for you too.” I don’t feel good though; I feel dirty and used. His lips crush mine but I don’t respond to his kiss. He begins his attentions to my breasts again in earnest and runs his hands down my body. There is no pleasure in any of his kisses or touches. Dean moves in a slow rhythmic motion. His weight presses me back into the mattress. I feel cocooned by his body, but oddly the sensation doesn’t provide any comfort from my earlier fear. I try to wash these thoughts and feeling from my mind. Maybe he just got carried away before, I try to convince myself. Dean pumps into me hard a few more times before finding his own release again. “Damn, baby if it’s always like this with you I’ll never get enough; there’s no way anyone else could feel as good as you.” I’m so confused by everything that happened tonight. One moment he was professing his love and proposing; the next… Well I don’t even know what happened. He doesn’t even seem to care that he ripped through me like a knife. Being with him is like riding a roller coaster without a safety belt.

  Chapter 2

  “Darling, please open your eyes. Please wake up, please. It’s killing me to see you like this. Please, darling.” I faintly hear Gavin pleading with someone but I have no idea what’s going on. Man, how much did I drink last night? My head’s throbbing. I can make out a few other sounds in the room now. Where the hell am I? I hear a faint beep and smell the disinfectant. The bed I’m lying in is really uncomfortable. Why am I not at home? Did Ian take me somewhere? Where is Ian?