The Passion Series (8 page)

3 – Second Thoughts

The painting was to be delivered to Ryan’s home tomorrow. She should be pleased, but instead regret swelled inside her. She couldn’t dispel the nagging thought that she’d gone too far this time. It was over the edge, she was sure. Doubts haunted her.

Her art wasn’t the only subject that was her Achilles heel. Ryan had tried to convince her to forget about Christina, but the former girlfriend wouldn’t give them any peace. She was vocal in the tabloids. Heather wasn’t used to all the attention. Her inner voice kept telling her to back away. She wasn’t right for Ryan. She knew that was true. It was just that he didn’t know it yet.

Ryan had his own issues with Christina. She seemed determined to either have him or ruin him. That woman had a vicious streak that he’d never seen when they were together. It was clear she didn’t tolerate having a woman she called “a nobody” step into a relationship with Ryan. She was determined to claim him for her own.

That was never going to happen. Christina was up for the lead with Ryan in his next film. That had disaster written all over it. His agent was lobbying the casting director for another choice, but it wasn’t easy going. Having the two top stars meant more ticket sales, and box office numbers were everything in the movie business.

Ryan focused on the work he had to do. Before the filming started, he had more time to work on his gold and silver investments and the recently added mining companies. He’d started his own investment business years ago and it was now starting to pay off. He was grateful for the success he’d had in Hollywood, but it was all so much pretense. Working in his own company was a breath of fresh air for him.

He’d better call Heather to let her know what time the car would pick her up tomorrow. Seeing the finished painting was a bright spot to look forward to. It was a special painting, not just because of his vision, but even more, because Heather was the artist. He knew her erotic nature. A wave of heat coursed through his veins just thinking of her. He could only imagine what the finished painting would look like, considering the passionate nature of their relationship.

“Heather, my love.” He put his cheek against the cell phone as if he could feel her skin on his.

“Ryan.” There was something in her tone. “There’s a problem. What I mean is, I’ve been thinking. Maybe the painting isn’t right just yet. I’d like to delay, if that’s okay.” Heather was at her kitchen table, the color photos in several entertainment magazines still open. She’d been riffling through them again.

“I’m sure it’s perfect, Heather. You were so happy with it yesterday. What’s changed?”

She’d no idea how to tell him. There were no words. The silence made Ryan anxious. “Heather?”

“We need to talk,” she started.
Oh, why did that sound so trite?
“I’ve made a mistake. I mean, you’ve made a mistake but you don’t know it.”

“Heather, baby, what in the world are you talking about? Has someone talked to you?”

“Who would have talked to me? Should someone have talked to me?” Heather’s heart began to beat faster. Just as she’d feared, her life was falling apart. “I’ll explain when I see you, if I’m able to. Oh, Ryan, I don’t know what to do.”

“Please don’t worry. I’m coming to pick you up, immediately. Don’t go anywhere. Are you at home?” Ryan was already grabbing his jacket and on the way out the door.

“Yes, but I don’t know if that’s good idea right now.” She felt the tears and was unable to hold them back.

“Trust me, it’s a good idea. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

4 – The Porsche

Ryan got there faster than she thought possible. When she saw what he was driving, she wasn’t surprised. His bright red Porsche 911 was so flashy. It momentarily took her mind off her troubles. She’d tried to get herself together, changing into her jeans and grabbing her light green cardigan sweater, just in case it got cold later. Quickly, she’d put on makeup, using the tricks she knew to make her swollen eyes look better, not sure how well it worked. Her hair was loosely tied at her neck.

Ryan was smart enough not to bring up any sensitive issues just yet. He made sure to get her in the car before she bolted. He could see she’d been crying. He wanted to put his arms around her, tell her everything would be okay.

The luscious car worked its magic. A slight smile crept into her eyes when he helped her into the leather passenger seat. Ryan sprinted to his side and hopped in. Hitting the accelerator was always a thrill, no matter how many times he drove the powerful car.

Off they went toward Malibu, the scene incredibly picturesque. Pacific Coast Highway would be a sweet ride this afternoon. Ryan was glad he’d driven his favorite car to the office today. It had to be a good omen.

Heather let her mind wander, the speed of the magnificent car taking her away from the discussion she wouldn’t be able to avoid. Ryan was thoroughly enjoying the ride with the music cranked up. She admired his lean thighs under the tight jeans. The muscles flexed every time he shifted and the adrenaline rushed through him.

Ryan turned down the music. She took in his worried look and averted her gaze, unable to face his gray-green eyes just yet. She knew she had to be honest with Ryan. If only she could find the right words.

Ryan reached over to squeeze her leg in encouragement. She took a breath and began as best she could. “I had the locks changed. And security knows that Jamison is not allowed to enter. But I can’t forget him barging into my home, my private studio. It disturbed me.”

Ryan gripped the steering wheel, his biceps flexing. He’d be sure Jamison never bothered her again. And that idiot would not want to deal with Ryan’s fury if he upset Heather further. “You’re safe, Heather. Trust me.”

She did feel safe, here with Ryan. She took in his muscled chest and arms under the tight shirt. If he wrapped his arms around her, she’d never fear anything. Except…

“Ryan. I want to be open with you. I’m trying to be, anyway.”

Ryan gave her a glance. Her eyes looked down at her lap. He wanted so badly to make this go away, whatever was crushing her. He reached over and stroked her cheek with his hand.

She gave a weak smile. “You see, Jamison always thought my art was, well, as he puts it—trashy. I trusted his opinion—in the beginning, anyway. And it wasn’t just art that he objected to. I, um, you know me. Sometimes my desire takes over. I don’t hold back, just like with my art. But he always rebuffed me.

“I’ve been thinking about this for days, ever since Jamison saw the finished painting. I shouldn’t have cared what he thought. I don’t care. Yet his cruel words hurt. They hurt like they always have. He hits me at my weakest point—my sexuality.

“Maybe women aren’t supposed to be so open. Maybe he’s right. My art goes too far, pushing the limit, really goes beyond any acceptable limit. It’s offensive. Maybe I’m…”

“Heather, stop,” Ryan said softly. His heart was melting. “Baby, please. You’ve got this wrong. You know Jamison is cruel. He was harsh with you, not good for you. I don’t want that to stay with you.

Listen to me. I’ve been more myself with you than I ever have with any woman. You are special. I knew that from the first moment I saw you. The instant I saw your angel’s face, those shiny blond curls, that pouty mouth, I craved you. I crave you every moment of every day.

“But it’s not just that. You have love inside you that was meant to be shared. It shows in your paintings. Don’t hide it, baby. The world should be honored that you share that part of yourself.

“I’m deeply touched that you trust me enough not to hide your passion. I want it—all of it.”

Heather looked up through her thick lashes. At first, no expression showed in her features. No man had ever said that to her. All Jamison did was
try to change her, make her more…acceptable. She’d been embarrassed to be so—yes, wild. She’d attempted to hold back her real nature, but was never happy, no matter how hard she tried.

The only complete happiness she’d felt was with Ryan. That was what had her so freaked. If he knew,
really
knew the depths of her passion, would he feel the same toward her? He was claiming he would. But that was in private, not revealed for the world to see.

He’d yet to see the painting she’d done. It personified her feelings for him. She feared it was too much. She had a sinking feeling that he may not want to display it in his home, prominently in his wine cellar, where he held parties with other celebrities.

Now that it was done, she was all too aware that it made a statement. Not just the statement that Ryan had commissioned. It was clear to her that it revealed her inner emotion, her true erotic feelings. She’d somehow imbued the canvas so she, Heather, was bared for all to see.

Ryan’s words had restored her nerve—better to seize the moment while she had strength. She couldn’t delay. She had to know how he’d react. Butterflies seized her stomach, yet somehow she found her voice. “Take me back right now, Ryan. It’s time to reveal the painting.” Heather had a lustful glow in her eyes. It gave Ryan hope.

5 – The Unveiling

Heather guided Ryan down the stairs to her studio, her excitement renewed. She was sure he’d love it, or was she?
It’s too late now.

There he was, staring at the painting, not saying a word, giving nothing away. Seconds seemed like an eternity. Heather’s heart fell. She’d revealed too much. Too bold; she was always too bold. She questioned whether she was brave enough to reveal her inner passions but, too late, Ryan was already lost in the sensual art.

She looked back at the painting, noting the deep red tones of the scene. It was more revelatory than anything she’d ever created. There was a beautiful woman in the nude in the middle of the vineyard, completely confident in her sexuality. Her long blond hair blew in the wind like the leaves on the vines that surrounded her.

She ate of the grapes as if they were the apple in the Garden of Eden, and the look on her face was just as erotic as Heather imagined it would be. She was one with nature; her nakedness was only a statement to the natural beauty of the female form, nothing held back. Her pouty red lips beckoned, with sensual pleasure coursing through her as much as any orgasm would.

If Ryan knew anything about Heather, he knew she was passionate by nature. Every encounter reaffirmed that for him. He felt as if he’d entered her soul, looking at this painting. It was everything he’d asked for. No, it was beyond that. It had come to life. It begged the viewer to join in the pure pleasure of wine and women. Not any woman, the woman who showed her sexuality without even a hint of inhibition. The pure goodness of erotic sex shouted from the canvas.

He didn’t say a word. He looked at Heather, who stood as still as
a statue. She’d bared her soul; let him see her most intimate feelings. Nothing was hidden and he was the man to drink of this glorious elixir, if any man was.

6 – Bound Together

Looking at the emotion flooding over Ryan, she was glad she’d held nothing back. Nothing diluted, no compromise, just honest and bold. Emotionally naked, she stood, arms uselessly at her sides, waiting interminably for Ryan to say something. She desperately needed to know that he wouldn’t reject her.

The erotic mood of the painting gripped Ryan in an unexpected way. It took him beyond, further than he’d ventured before in his desire for Heather. Erotic sensations engulfed his senses. He stepped closer to her, seeing the doubt in her eyes. His hand reached out to her and she responded.

Grasping her wrist, he pulled her to his chest and wrapped both arms around her. She had her arms around his waist, her head pressed against his hard chest. His heart beat loud and fast, as did hers. All uncertainty melted.

They stood as one, bound together. She felt his erection growing, pressing against her, arousing her. Her panties were already wet. He stroked her hair, then her cheek. His hand felt hot against her cool skin. She had nothing to hide now. It was a new feeling, nothing to hold back. She could give herself fully for Ryan’s pleasure, for her own pleasure.

Ryan yanked the ribbon loose that held Heather’s hair, letting the golden curls fall wildly around her shoulders. He pulled off her knit top, dropping it to the floor, looking with longing at her round, soft breasts, barely covered with a light-cream lace bra. He kissed the plump top of her cleavage and licked her skin, across her chest and up her neck, finding the sensitive spot just under her jaw. He kissed her there, breathing his hot breath on her skin. She felt molten heat flow inside her abdomen.

His hand held the back of her head, buried in her glossy hair. He pressed his mouth to hers, kissing tenderly as if to tease. Then, with unexpected violence, he kissed her hard, as if he couldn’t get enough. Their tongues slid together, rubbing, caressing. She thought she’d stopped breathing, was gasping, kissing him back as hard as he could kiss her.

Like teenagers, they rushed to rip each other’s clothes off, wanting to be naked, to feel the most intimate places they could find, places never to be shared with another. Ryan’s hot, strong cock pressed against her. He held her uncovered breasts in his hands, supporting their weight, holding them in each palm. She felt she was his, all his.

She reached out and touched his red, hard nipples, pinching them, hurting them only a little. She grabbed a handful of his dark, thick hair, pulled his head back, and leaned in to kiss his neck sweetly. Her mouth found his nipples, one at a time, running her wet tongue over them and biting, feeling them turn to little pebbles.

Both Heather and her crazed lover moaned in pleasure when she grabbed his cock in her fist and pumped it quickly. It was so hot, it nearly burned her skin. Ryan reached down and held her sex in his hand. Her core tightened and her eyes closed for a moment.

“Put your hands on your ass cheeks.” Heather grabbed behind her, feeling the hard muscle beneath her soft skin. “Rub them,” he commanded. Her pussy clenched as she rubbed, her ass sensitive to the touch. Her back arched and her breasts were offered to Ryan, bare, begging for attention.

Ryan’s tongue flicked each little red berry, getting harder the more he played, each nipple overly sensitive now. Heather whimpered. Ryan grabbed her around the waist, lifting her so her feet were off the ground, kissing her wildly, crushing her mouth.

When he set her down, his hand covered her little ass. He rubbed in a circular motion. Heather felt her clit tense and her muscles tighten. Ryan continued to rub. “Relax,” he instructed as he began to play with her little asshole.

She felt she should be embarrassed, but she wasn’t. Lust was all she felt. She didn’t want him to stop. The more he teased, the wetter she got. In some remote part of her mind, this surprised her. Yet it felt so right. She wanted it. Her hips leaned back into his touch.

He nuzzled her neck. A little shock went through her when he gave her a hard slap on one ass cheek. It hurt, but she craved the pain.

His hands were around her waist again. He wanted to eat her up. He nipped at her neck and sucked at each breast. A fistful of hair was tangled in his fingers. Heather panted and writhed in his grasp.

Ryan sat on the thick carpet and pulled Heather down with him. He cradled her in his lap like a doll. His fingers stroked the outer lips of her sex, tempting her. “Play with your nipples.” Heather reached to pinch each of her nipples, to roll them in her fingers, the sensation felt directly in her clit.

Ryan’s fingers reached deeper inside her, sliding in her wetness. He entered her with two fingers, intent on a slow finger-fuck. Her legs stiffened in preparation for the orgasm she sought. “Not yet, baby,” he whispered. He took his fingers out and rubbed his palm over her mound, grinding out pleasure. She was panting, along with Ryan.

Without warning, his fingers slid inside her again. She gasped. Her hips moved up and down to meet his strokes. Again, he removed them, only increasing her desperate need. The pad of his thumb found her neglected clit, at last, while she still had a shred of control. He massaged it expertly, just firm enough and slowly, but not too slow.

She begged him to release her orgasm. “Please, please.” Ryan’s already swollen, aching cock got bigger with her pleading. Heather rubbed her nipples as if in a trance. Ryan rubbed her clit, not stopping, pushing her over the edge.

Her orgasm rocked through her body, taking her over, too late to be stopped. She let the waves of pleasure take her, screaming softly throughout. It didn’t seem to end. She gradually relaxed in Ryan’s arms. One orgasm only served to make her want more.

She wanted Ryan inside her and reached out to stroke his hard dick. The thought raced through her mind that she was relieved they wouldn’t have to use a condom. They’d planned for regular sex. She didn’t want anything covering his manhood. She wanted to feel every raw inch of it.

Ryan guided her to get on her hands and knees. She felt primitive in that position, offering her naked butt to him. Yet it made her hotter than ever. She arched her back, pushing up higher, inviting him. He took both hands and grabbed her ass, hard. Heather lifted even higher and Ryan leaned over and bit her lightly, holding the little rose tattoo on her right buttock
between his teeth.

His wet tongue found her dripping pussy. Ryan breathed in, loving the smell of Heather after she’d come. He tasted the sweet cream between her legs, lapping greedily. He reached under her to cup her breasts, rolling them in his hands. Then he lifted under her stomach and guided her hips back until she was lying flat. He spread her thighs apart.

Heather buried her head in her hands, feeling completely vulnerable. Ryan’s strong hands spread her ass cheeks again and his finger pressed on the resistant little hole. The other hand found her warm cleft. He guided her to rub against the soft carpet, allowing it to massage her clit. His fingers were inside her again and another orgasm, stronger than the first, began to take her.

She rubbed her clit fervently while Ryan slid his fingers in and out of her. Her nipples pressed into the hard surface under her. She couldn’t have stopped the orgasm if she’d wanted to. Her entire vagina convulsed at once and she moaned as she fell into a hard release.

Ryan turned her on her back to face him and balanced his weight on his elbows, looking over her. Seeing the flush in her face and the softness in her eyes heightened his arousal. He bent her legs and placed her calves over his shoulders. “Ryan,” she purred.

He put the bulbous tip of his penis inside her and a male growl roared out of him. He slid deeper and deeper inside her. His lips kissed her breasts, her nipples, and her neck. She had her hands in his hair, running them over his shoulders, wanting him in her forever.

Ryan’s strokes became harder and more insistent. With her legs up over his shoulders, Heather was shallower for his penetrations. She felt his long penis probing deeply inside her, filling her up. He swelled even bigger and his fucking sped up. Her legs were bent back, her vagina open wide for him.

She continued panting in rhythm with his motions. They moaned together, giving way to Ryan’s powerful release. He tensed his length and his cock convulsed in orgasm, his balls tight under it. His cum poured out of him, filling Heather to overflowing. His deep moan of pleasure engulfed her senses. He released long and hard, quiet only when every drop was squeezed from him.

All was silent, only the sounds of their heavy breathing echoed in the room. Ryan lifted his head to kiss her tenderly on the lips. She stroked his jaw and down his neck to his shoulder. The words seemed to come slowly, foreign at first. He’d never uttered them before. Yet they flowed from him like honey. “I love you, baby.” Tears of joy filled her eyes, her throat constricted and her heart swelled. She reached up to place her hand lovingly on his jaw, adoration glowing in her eyes.