Marriage of Convenience: The Raven Brothers - Book 1

  Marriage of Convenience

  The Raven Brothers - Book 1

  Katy Kaylee

  Copyright © 2019 by Katy Kaylee

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  Contents

  Description

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  An Innocent Halloween (Excerpt)

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  She’s going to be my everything.

  My wife. The mother of my child.

  The reason I get my share of the billion-dollar inheritance.

  The problem?

  It’s all FAKE.

  Sara took me by storm.

  Those big blue eyes and that petite waist.

  I’m the first man to claim her innocence.

  My brain goes out of the window when I touch her pure skin.

  Hiring her for the job was a bad idea.

  Because fake has turned into real.

  And real is crazy as sh*t!

  My innocent little woman has a big dark secret.

  Is it too late for us to undo the mess that we’ve created?

  Prologue

  Sara – Friday night

  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my god!

  When I imagined my first time having sex with a man, this was not at all what I’d conjured in my mind. Growing up sheltered in a strict conservative family, my only experiences with romance came from fairy tales. Sex was taboo, and something I’d learned about by eavesdropping on girls in high school talking about it.

  Not that I didn’t understand sensuality. I blossomed early, starting with my breasts and then my hips. My mind hadn’t changed during puberty, yet boys, and even men, treated my eleven-year-old self differently. My parents punished me for growing a woman’s body at such a young age, making me wear loose clothes and limiting my access to anyone or anything outside of our church.

  Even so, now nineteen, I wasn’t a stranger to arousal. Mostly I turned myself on with thoughts of handsome men desperately in love with me ravishing my body, since the boys at Catholic school only touched the girls they would someday marry. The summer before college, I had a flirtation with the young man who ran the concession stand at the park near my house. He touched my breasts under my shirt, and I touched the hard length in his pants. At the time, it had been titillating, and I’d felt more alive than ever before, but it hadn’t been anything as incredible as the stories I heard from other women or read in the Cosmo I hid under my bed.

  In college, I thought I’d have my chance to discover love and sex with Glen Walker. He was the epitome of the all-star handsome jock: athletic, strong, and blond with a mischievous, yet charming smile. He’d been the Prince Charming to my Cinderella, except when he wasn’t. I’d been willing to give myself to him, but when he decided that we’d get married after college, he said we’d have to wait to have sex. Like me, he came from a conservative religious family.

  It didn’t stop him from having sex, with my roommate no less. It always struck me as strange when spiritual men didn’t abide by the wait-until-marriage-for-sex rule themselves, but were insistent that the women they married were virgins. When Glen decided I’d make a perfect, subservient wife, he’d kiss me, but that was it.

  I’d been so needy emotionally, I’d agreed to all of his demands and conditions until one day I realized I was living under the same stifling, controlling rules I’d fought so hard to leave at home. On top of that had been Glen’s anger. Something about how it would seethe and fester scared me. What would happen when it exploded? So I ended it and did what I had to do to get an internship in New York with Raven Industries.

  Chase Raven scared me too, but not in the same way Glen had. What scared me was how much I wanted him, and the things my body felt when, with a swipe of his hand, he sent a vase flying to make room for me on his hall table with desperate desire that I’d never seen in a man. Lust, I’d seen, but this was like he was going to fall apart if he didn’t touch me. It was exactly how I felt. It was exactly what I’d read about and always longed to feel.

  He pulled my shirt off, pushing my bra aside and then he sucked my nipple into his mouth, and holy hell, I was on fire. His fingers pinched my other nipple as he bit and sucked my aching breast, and I swore to God, I felt it right between my thighs. My hips rocked as a torturous need built in my core.

  He pushed my skirt up and then yanked my panties down, as his lips followed course, his tongue running a trail over my belly and lower.

  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my god!

  “Are you wet?” he asked hoarsely, as he rubbed his finger through my folds. My body jerked at his touch. Every nerve ending on my skin was firing, and I felt like at any moment I was going to blast off. I loved it and at the same time, I was scared to death. There was no doubt that Chase had tons of experience in sex, and while I appreciated being on the receiving end of it, I didn’t know how to reciprocate. I wanted to touch him too, but my senses were on overload and all I could do was try to breathe and feel.

  “Fuck, you’re dripping.”

  Was that bad? His tone suggested that he liked it. But maybe it was gross.

  And then his mouth was on me there, and I was probably going to hyperventilate and pass out. His tongue was hot and soft on my sensitive core. My hips were rocking, wanting something more.

  “Oh my God.” I gripped his head to hold him to me.

  “You like that, Sara?” His deep voice reverberated against my center, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

  “Yes, oh please…” I was panting as tension grew and grew. I was going to snap or maybe explode.

  “Do you need to come?”

  I needed him to stop talking and make whatever was happening reach its pinnacle. “Yes. More, Chase… please more.”

  He chuckled, and I wondered if what I said was wrong. Cosmo often had articles about letting your man know what you wanted in bed, but maybe Chase preferred someone who was quiet. I bit my lip, just in case.

  Then I knew I’d done something wrong when he pulled back and stood. I was getting ready to apologize for whatever I’d done, when he’d undid his pants, shoving them along with his boxers down. His hard length sprung free, and I had to gasp at the size of it. It was long and thick, pink along the length, and a darker plum on the tip. It looked soft to the touch, and I hoped it was when he put it inside me because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to manage it.

  His cool gray eyes watched me as I looked at him. “Like
what you see, Sara?”

  I swallowed hard. I’d touched a man’s dick before, but I’d never seen one. And what I’d felt hadn’t seemed as large as the one Chase was now aiming at my burning core.

  He sheathed himself in a condom, then rubbed the tip through my folds and the sensation sent a flash fire through me. I let out a long moan. He brushed his tip over my aching nub, making my hips buck again.

  “You’re going to be fucking fantastic,” he groaned. “You’re so tied up. You need me bad, don’t you baby?”

  “Yes.” Oh God, just do it, I wanted to say, and at the same time, I was afraid. Would it hurt? Would it feel as good as every sensation running through my body seemed to indicate it would? When we were done, would Chase be as careless with my feelings as everyone else I’d ever let myself be vulnerable with had?

  His tip pressed against me, opening me. I sucked in a breath, readying myself.

  “Do you like slow or fast, Sara?” His voice was hoarse, the muscles on his jaw were tight, as if he was trying to control his own urges.

  How the heck did I know?

  Was this like a Band-Aid? Do it fast or would slow give me time to adjust to him?

  He pushed in a little further, and I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him.

  “Mmm… you’re tight. I like that.” He withdrew, and it was only at the loss of sensation that I realized how much I needed him to fill me.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged him.

  He laughed, making me feel silly.

  He pushed in again, his eyes watching me as he did. His fingers gripped my hips, and he adjusted his stance.

  “Ready baby?”

  I nodded.

  He withdrew again and then surged his hips forward until they were flush against mine. A sharp stab of pain had me gasping.

  “Ah fuck!” He growled as his dark gray eyes flashed with shock and glared down at me. “You’re a virgin?”

  1

  Chase - Earlier that Week, Monday

  Unfuckingbelievable!

  As a kid, I’d idolized my father. He’d been like Superman and God all in one. By the time I was twelve, I realized his only love was his business and my admiration of him waned. He sacrificed a good marriage and four sons to pursue his real passion: money and power.

  While he’d been a terrible husband and father, he was an outstanding businessman. One that I’d come to respect and admire even if I didn’t care much for him as a father.

  My father started with a tiny hotel in the SoHo district of New York City and today, Raven Industries was one of the largest privately owned hospitality conglomerates in the world. We had hotels and resorts, golf and tennis clubs, restaurants, and nightclubs all around the world. Each of us, me, my father and three brothers had our own place on the Forbes top 100 richest people in the United States.

  My father was an asshole, but he was a fucking amazing businessman, who passed his knowledge and expertise on to his sons, and then let us go like chickens in a cockfight. The only thing that kept us from destroying each other was that we each had our own domain within the business. I managed the hotels and resorts, while Ash ran the nightclubs, using his tech know-how to produce holographic effects to wow customers. Kade, the baby of the family, and still a baby if you asked me, managed the restaurants. Hunter escaped the family for a time by enlisting in the Marines. There were many times I couldn’t help but wonder if he had the right idea by leaving the fold. That was until he came home and clearly, he wasn’t the same man as when he left. They say war is hell. One look at Hunter and I could see it was a hell that never left a man.

  While Cam Raven, my father, may have been a terrible family man, I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed the fruits of his efforts, or that I didn’t get off on the challenge of business. I liked my life, and so, I could forgive him for being the worst father a boy could have.

  But now he was standing in front of us saying that all he’d done to achieve a multi-billion-dollar empire was a mistake. That made no sense. Especially since he instilled in us from a young age that the business was the most important member of the family. He lived and breathed this business and raised us to live and breathe it too. So what the fuck was up with him?

  I scanned the faces of my three younger brothers. Their surprised and suspicious expressions echo my own feelings. What’s the old man up to?

  Hunter opened his mouth to speak, but my father cut him off.

  “I know what you boys are thinking. It’s weak to admit to making a mistake, but when it comes to you boys, I have.” My father stood calmly at the head of the large boardroom table. I stared at him from the other end. His once dark hair was now silver. I had his sharp steel eyes, but today, his were determined instead of piercing.

  “Losing your mother has changed me. Put things in perspective. I’d be a terrible father if I didn’t stop you from making the same mistakes I made,” he said.

  “You are a terrible father,” Kade scoffed. While he was often rude and sarcastic, his comment was on the mark.

  “I was young when I married your mother. I didn’t have the same aversion to women as you four boys seem to have—”

  “I have no aversion to women. I have an aversion to marriage,” Kade said.

  “Aversion to commitment then,” my father amended.

  My brother Ash scowled at my father and I could only guess that it was related to the fact that he’d once been in love but had given her up, presumably because the company came first.

  “My point is, we were young when we married and started having you boys. I thought we had all the time in the world to be together, so I focused on work, building a secure future for all of us.” He sat back and took a deep breath. “I got that, but now the woman I built all that for is gone.”

  “You and mom haven’t had a relationship since long before she died,” I quipped. I wasn’t going to let him rewrite history. Sure, they lived in the same house and put on a good front in public, but there was no marriage at home behind closed doors. He hired people to care for her during her illness and didn’t make it home from a business trip in time to say goodbye when she finally passed.

  “True. I regret that.”

  “Bullshit,” Kade said under his breath.

  “Now I realize that life is short. I built this business, and you boys have taken it beyond even my wildest dreams. I’m very proud of you for that. You don’t need me around anymore.”

  My ears perked up at that last comment. As the oldest son, I was in line to succeed him as the company's CEO.

  “But therein lies the problem.” My father’s gaze moved from me, to Kade, to Ash, and then Hunter. “I did such a great job instilling in you that business is first, that you’ve lost sight of what’s important, just like I did. Only it’s worse for you boys. I only had me when I was growing the business, but there are four of you. I raised you to be your best, and compete for the top, even if that meant stepping on family. Your success right now, is only because I’m here and keeping your bitter rivalries from tearing this company apart.”

  “That’s not true,” I said, as an unsettling feeling built in my stomach. What was he planning?

  “It is true.” His piercing gray eyes pinned me down. “You know it is, Chase.”

  I held his gaze, not letting him intimidate me, or make me feel bad for doing what I had to do ensure control of the company even if it meant undercutting my brothers.

  “All of you are clamoring for your piece of the pie, trying to outdo and undercut each other.”

  “We’re only doing what you raised us to do,” Kade said, with the same sense of annoyance I was feeling.

  “I know, and that was wrong. I should have taught you to work together instead of fighting to reach the top. I’d hoped that by having you compete, you’d work harder, be smarter and more innovative, which you have been. But it also has driven a wedge between you. Your mother always hated that.”

  “What’s going on here, dad?” Hunter asked, also wi
th irritation.

  “I’m planning to retire, but I can’t leave the company to you boys without risking your tearing it apart.”

  That unsettling feeling turned into oh shit. What the hell was he going to do?

  “So, what’s your grand plan now?” Kade asked derisively. “Who will get the company if you’re not keeping it in the family?”

  “Oh, family will get the company, just not you boys.”

  Fuck.

  “Instead, your children will inherit the company,” my father said.

  “Perhaps you’ve had your head stuck up your ass too long to notice that none of us have children,” I pointed out. “None of us are married, and as you said earlier, none of us have any prospects for getting married.”

  “I think he’s gone mad. We should have him tested for dementia or maybe simply committed,” Kade said with his usual edge.

  I ignore his comment. “Seriously, how can our families inherit the business if we don’t have them?”

  “The only reason you don’t have families is because you’re too focused on working and outdoing each other.”

  “Again,” Kade piped in. “That’s because you wanted us to be like that.”

  “And now I want you to change.” My father leaned forward, resting his hands on the table. “I know this seems out of character, but I’m telling you, you don’t want to get to be my age and have a life full of regrets.”