Accepting Destiny (25 page)

“Look at me, Jackson.” Yes, I realize I’m playing his game now, but his eyes are closed and he looks to be in pain. Almost. He opens his eyes as he takes one last long stroke, and he
explodes. My body jolts again and rolls of intensity take over my body and we fly apart together.

The sun shines brightly in to the room, rays of sunshine cross my eyes and I come alive. I roll over to snuggle with Jackson and find nothing but cold sheets. I look around the room and it’s empty. Our clothing still in piles on the floor.

I crawl out of bed and head to the bathroom in search of a robe or something, but find nothing. So I pee and brush my teeth and splash some cold water over my face. When I come out of the bathroom, Jackson is standing next to the bed, holding a tray of food. The smell of coffee and bacon fill the room, and my stomach growls.

“What’s this?” I ask as I come back towards the bed.

“What does it look like?” He says, with a frown. “It’s breakfast,” he sets the tray on the bed, then pats it for me to crawl back in.

“Aren’t you going to join me?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I am, scoot over.” As he plants his ass next to mine and nudges me over to his side of the bed. He sits and then reaches for the tray, pulling it up between us. He takes a piece of bacon and holds it to my lips, but when I try and take a bite, he pulls it away.

“Ahhh, playing games again this morning are we?” I ask
, as I grab his hand and tear the bacon away from his fingers, shoving it in my mouth.

“Hungry?” He asks.

“Starving,” I say, around a mouth full of bacon.

“Well, there’s more in the kitchen. Hilda cooked us up a big breakfast. I could only fit so much on this little tray.”

“Hilda’s back? When did she get here?”

“This morning. She and James came home early to help out
, since we both just got out of the hospital. She likes you, you know?”

“Who?”

“Who were we just talking about?” He smarts off.

“Hey, I just woke up and haven’t caffeinat
ed myself yet,” he hands me a steaming cup of coffee.

“Thanks,
” I say as I take the cup from his hands. Our skin touches for just a moment and that old electric current runs straight through me. He feels it too, because he made no move.

“We had a nice conversation at the beach, after you left to come take care of whatever it was you had to do.”

“Oh you did, did you? Now I’m afraid, because Hilda could really spill my secrets. What did she tell you?”

I shrug my shoulders and look at it, not sure I want t
o reveal what she told me, but his icy glare has me spilling the beans. “She told me I have some kind of hold on you, that she’s never seen you like ‘this’ before. Not sure what she meant by that.”

“Humph, well she’s right, Ally. You do have a hold on me a
nd I can’t let you go. She’s never seen me this way, about any woman.”

“Even Madison?”

Rage fills his eyes and he looks away, “No Ally. Not even Madison, and especially not now, after what she’s done. Did I love her once? Yeah, but not the way I love you. She was.....‘arranged’ I guess you would say, so we tried to play the part for our parents, but it was more real for her, than it was me.”

He looks back at me, his eyes softening as they meet mine. “Whatever Madison and I had, it’s long been over. Please don’t over think this. Madiso
n is my past, you are my future,” he says as he leans in, slanting his mouth over mine. He tastes of coffee and bacon. I put my whole being behind the kiss. His tongue forces it’s way between my lips and tangles with mine, creating a fevered rush of blood between my legs.

He leans forward and grabs the tray of food, setting it on the end table. He then leans over me and pulls me down flat on my back. His lips find mine again and the kiss turns more
heated and passionate. His hand travels up my tee shirt and his fingers skim my tummy, traveling lazy along my skin.

Once his fingers reach my breasts, my back arches and I press my chest in to his hand
, silently begging for more. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, tugging and twisting, sending tingles down my spine and straight to ......there. Yep, my clit is now throbbing and aching and I really wish he’d put his mouth on me. We have so much time to make up for, that the sexual tension between us is.... “Argh!” I sigh out, as his mouth latches on to my nipple.

I was so focused on the throbbing between my thighs
, that I didn’t realize he had shifted his position. I can feel his hard cock against my thigh, his hips thrusting against me. I almost giggle at the dry humping, but figured, now might not be a good time. I close my eyes and just feel, cause if I over think it again, he’ll jump my shit. Right now, jumping my shit would be nice, but not ‘that’ kind.

I close my eyes and give myself over to the sensations
, as his lips travel down my stomach, towards the apex of my thighs. He tugs down my panties and slowly lowers them down my legs, kissing my inner leg as he goes. His hot breath against my skin cause a rush of moisture to coat my inner thighs. Jackson sucks in a breath and hisses it out between his teeth.

He groans as his finger drags through my slit, pulling my cream
up and over my clit. “Alexandra,” he growls. “Always so responsive. You un-man me,” he says, as his lips latch on to my clit and he pulls it in to his mouth. My hips buck under his mouth, but he doesn’t stop. He places his hands on my thighs to hold me down and he continues torturing me with his tongue. Exquisite torture. His mouth, tongue and lips combined with his heated breath starts drawing the climax out of me, this one starting at my toes and slowly creeping up my body.

He inserts a finger and curls it upwards, stroking the upper wall of my vagina. He presses against that highly sensitive area as his thumb presses against my clit. “Holy shit, I’m gonna.......” And my voice is cut off by the spasms that overtake my body. I fight to keep control, but it’s a losing battle.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he whispers from between my legs.

I struggle to open my eyes, and look down to where he is. His eyes are on mine and his fingers continue to stroke me. I see my juices coating his face
, as his heated gaze penetrates my soul. The combination of sensations throws me over the edge and I come hard. “Ungh!!”

“That’s it baby, let it go,” h
e says, as his finger slides in and out. “This. Is Mine,” he says on one last thrust of his fingers. Before I get my wits back, he is plunging his hard cock inside me, driving to the hilt. I don’t even remember him taking his clothes off. I feel his balls slapping against my ass, as he pulls my thighs up over his shoulders. He takes a few more strokes before he pulls out and flips me over to my knees.

“I love taking you this way, Alexandra. Your ass to stare at, while your tits sway be
neath you. So hot. So beautiful,” he says as, he slams in to me. My fingers curl in to the pillow and I hold on for dear life.

He’s gripping my hips and pulling me in to him, each stroke going deeper than the one before. I can feel his grip tighten, as he gets closer to release. He pulls back, almost unsheathing himself completely
, before slamming back in. He leans in and reaches around me, almost pulling me upright. His fingers delve between my legs and the heel of his hand presses against me. “Come on, Alexandra. One more time. Let me feel your pussy clench my cock.”

His words are my undoing and I fly again, my eyes slamming shut and a gargled moan seeping from my lips
, as he grunts and takes one last thrust, then he stills. He empties himself inside me and the slickness of our fluids almost send me over the edge again, but I fight it. I don’t think I can survive another orgasm so close to the others.

Jackson pulls out and I feel his come oozing out of me and trickling down my thighs as I collapse face first on to the bed. I
feel his weight leave the bed and I quietly wonder, where he’s going, but don’t have the strength to ask. Then I feel him behind me, spreading my legs. “Oh no no, not again. I can’t handle it,” I say, as I hear him chuckle behind me.

“Relax, Alexandra,” h
e says, as I feel a warm washcloth against my skin. I melt every time he does this. As he gently wipes away his release, I relax under his touch. He drops the wash cloth on to the floor and crawls up beside me, pulling me in to his arms and we both drift off to sleep.

I wake up and roll over, reaching for Jackson. My eyes open as I realize he’s not beside me. The sheets are cold again. I look at the clock and realize its noon. Shit, I haven’t slept this late in....never. I peel myself out of the bed
, throw on a tee shirt and shorts and head to the bathroom. As I brush my teeth, I see the pink mark on my neck. He marked me! Oh geez, now I’m gonna have to explain this to Tim when I go back to work. Fresh out of the hospital and I already have a fucking hickey. As I stare at myself in the mirror, I see someone different. Yeah, I’m still Alexandra Sanders, but I’ve been claimed. I’ve turned in to a woman, rather than a young lady. My future unsure and a bit frightening.

So much has happened in the past few months that I’m not even sure who I am anymore. I’ve missed so much work and my life has been turned upside down with the appearance of the man formerly known as The Suit. He’s different too, after all that we have been through together. He’s softer, yet more demanding than he was, over protective I guess. I’ve never had someone protect me like this and it’s a bit unnerving, but exciting at the same time.

As I think about the events of the past few days, a subtle pink blush creeps up my neck. My cheeks are rosy and my eyes are bright and clear. I feel.....loved. This man has come in to my life in a big way and I’m not sure how I would survive without him. He’s my friend, my nem
esis, my protector and my lover. I realized I loved him while he was in a coma. Well, I realized it much earlier than that, but fought my way through the feelings and ignored them. I wasn’t ready then, but am I ready now?

As I stare at myself in the mirror, I feel him behind me. He
gives off this aura and I can sense him, before I see him. I silently wonder if that’s normal, but I shake it off, as his hands press against my shoulders. “Good morning, Ally. Or should I say good afternoon?” He whispers in my ear.

“Good afternoon,
” I breathe out, as his strong fingers massage my shoulders.

“Are you hungry? Hilda made some sandwiches before she left for the day.”

“Yeah, after this morning, I’m starving.”

He chuckles, “Well come on then. I’ve been slack in the food department and I need to feed you. After last night and this morning, you’re going to need to regain some energy.”

I flush at the remembrance of this morning, how he conquered my body so completely. I was sated and exhausted, but so fulfilled and I silently wonder what it would be like to wake up like that every day, wrapped in his arms. I shake off the thoughts, because realistically I know that it’s way too soon for thoughts like that.

We sit down at the kitchen table. There are sandwiches, pasta salad, chips and cookies spread across it. “Wow, all of this for lunch?” I ask.

“Sustenance, Ally. We’ve both been barely surviving on hospital food for the last few weeks and we both need to get our strength back up,” he says, as he shoves a sandwich in to his mouth. “We are going out for dinner tonight, so we need to go get you a dress. Unless you have something at your apartment we can go get,” he says, with a mouthful of ham and cheese.

“I don’t know, how dressy does it need to be? I have work dresses, but nothing fancy.”

“Well, then we’ll go shopping. We have reservations at Park 75 for dinner. You’ll need a cocktail dress.”

“Cocktail? Why, what’s the occasion?” I ask
, as I pop a chip in to my mouth.

“We’re celebrating,” h
e says with a huff, like I should already know this.

“Celebrating what?” Okay, so I took the bait.

“Being alive, Alexandra. We survived the accident and we are celebrating survival. Not only are we physically alive, but we are mentally alive. I want to take you out and show you off. Let the world know, that no one can bring us down.”

Wow, I’m not sure what to say to this. I’ve never been to a fancy place like that. Well, The Watershed when he kidnapped me from the airport after we met in Miami, but that was different. He was attempting to woo me, and I guess I fell for it. Hook, line and sinker.

“Jackson, you don’t have to take me to fancy places and spend all that money on me. I just want you, not the elaborate lifestyle that comes with it. Just you,” I say as I lean in to kiss him.

“I know, and that is one of the many reasons why I fell in love with you, Ally. You’re a simple, smart and beautiful woman. You know what you want in life
, and you go after it, but you expect nothing in return. I want to take you to places like this, I want to spend money on you. I want to celebrate us. Please, give me this one night.”

He
looks so sad with his puppy dog eyes and I can’t resist him. I’m not sure I could resist him anything. “Okay,” I whisper.

“Plus, you’ll need that dress for our trip I’m planning.”

“A trip? Why? Where?” I ask surprised.

“Remember in the hospital I asked you to go away with me? Well, we’re going to Miami in a few weeks. I’ve neglected the office there and I need to go down and take care of some things. We’ll stay at my condo on the beach. Plus, I want you to see the office there and let me know what you think.”