The Storm Inside (21 page)

My eyes caught on the black journal tucked inside my bag. I still hadn’t opened it. I knew I was being a chicken, but the words inside that journal were important. I knew they’d change the way I saw Jake, and I was scared it would change us. We were good and I was desperately holding on to the comfortable pattern we’d fallen into. Part of me was dying to see a side of Jake that was always just a little out of reach, but the other part of me wondered if it even mattered. If Jake could leave his past behind, maybe I should too. But then, he’d given it to me for a reason. I think he knew I would always have questions, questions he wasn’t always capable of giving me. This journal was a compromise and I was saving it for when I needed it. Until then… I was going to enjoy having Jake in my life.

At precisely five o’clock, Jake knocked on my door and swept into my office with a smart, authoritative air that promised a night of fun was ahead. His three-piece suit looked fantastic on him, as usual.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his eyes intent on me.

I blushed, knowing instantly what dirty thoughts were in his head, “I think so.”
Was that my voice?
If it was, she was a wonton hussy.

I liked it.

Jake’s eyes longingly lingered on the side of my desk where he had fucked me so well, weeks before. I raised an eyebrow, “Now, now… we can’t be doing that. This is during business hours.”

He smiled at me wickedly, “When does that stop us?”

I shook my head and stood, walking around to press him into the side of my desk, our warm bodies connecting for the first time since this morning. “Never… but I try to be good at work…”

He grabbed my ass hard, it sent a thrill through me, and he smiled his cocky smile, “To cocktails…”

The ride there was quiet, we could both feel the excitement building in the air, our libidos tightly wound, our senses on fire. At least mine were. And by the stern look on Jake’s face, I knew he was working hard at controlling something. My money was on his desire for me.

Once inside we made the necessary rounds and when Jake got pulled into an intense conversation with the owner of some development I could have cared less about, I took my opportunity to explore. It took me five minutes to find the perfect dark corner. It was a hallway off the main room that lead to a ballroom, or at least that was what it looked like to me. The room was empty with stacks of chairs up against the walls. The lights were out and the hallway was very dimly lit. Along the left wall was a long table with two giant fake trees on either side. This hallway was our spot.

I made my way back to the bar, snagged a fresh whiskey for Jake and gin and tonic for me. I found him in the same spot I left him, but the conversation had clearly turned toward simpler things.

“There’s my girl,” he smiled at me warmly, but I could see the heat emanating from his eyes.

“Oh, baby… here you go,” I murmured, pulling the handkerchief out of my bag.

Jakes eyes zeroed in, dark and intense. “Thank you, darlin’,” he murmured, taking the gift and turning in to me so no one else realized what he was really doing. And what he was really doing was pressing the open side of that handkerchief to his nose and breathing in my scent.

He sighed and whispered, “Fuck you smell like heaven, Eve. I’m hard right now.”

I grinned with victory as he shoved the handkerchief into his pocket and spun me around in front of him to hide his erection.

“If you’ll excuse me Lawton, my lady saw some art she’s in love with…”

Lawton barely noticed us leave as he rushed to another unlucky victim. He certainly didn’t notice that Jake had his firm erection pressed to the small of my back.

Jake breathed in my hair as he drew his nose up the skin of my neck. “I love you…”

I smiled even though he couldn’t see it, “I know.”

I lead him down the hallway and we practically shoved our cocktails and my clutch onto the little hallway table as Jake manhandled me into the dark corner. I loved it when he was so turned on he couldn’t help himself, when he didn’t know his own strength.

“Perfect,” he purred.

“I know,” I gasped as he pressed me into the wall, one thigh between mine.

“Are the panties the only thing you took off?” he panted, pulling back enough to look down into my eyes.

I shook my head and bit my lower lip, “No.”

He sucked in a gasp, his eyes rolling back in his head and his hands convulsively seized my arms. “You are so fucking hot.”

All that was well and good, but what I wanted was for him to touch me. I’d been waiting hours for his touch, so I reached up to his left hand, peeling it away from my arm, and placed it on the thin layer of fabric.

He sucked in a breath, “Shit, it’s like there’s nothing there.”

It was incredible how naked I felt under this blouse, my nipples on fire for his attention. He gently, teasingly, ran his hand over the soft fabric and I immediately started panting, my nipples begging for more. I thrust my chest up higher.

“Oh, baby…” he moaned as his tongue snaked into my mouth, its velvet caresses taking away all my sense of reality. His large thumbs ran over my nipples and they peaked against the fabric, adding to the multitude of sensations I was feeling.

He teased me until my nails dug into his shoulders. Then he pulled back, nothing but black want in his eyes and let his hand travel down to my thigh.

I flattened my back against the wall and took a deep, deep breath, slowly letting it out as his fingers traveled up. I swallowed the moment his fingertips touched the slick of wet coating my sex.

Jake thrust his jaw out as he tried to control his own breathing and slowly brushed against me. I closed my eyes and shuddered as he did it again and again. Light touches getting stronger and stronger until he stopped. “Look at me,” he commanded.

And I did. I opened my eyes, panting hard, my nipples riding up and down against the fabric of my blouse, taking in the open surroundings of the dark hallway, looking down toward the faint sounds of the party. We were alone… for now.

I swung my wide eyes back to Jake and at the exact moment he had my full attention he finally thrust two fingers inside me. I bit my lip just in time to quiet the cry that escaped my throat.

Jake leaned in closer, his hot breath dancing across my lips, “That’s right… shhhhhh.”

This was what we loved so much, the high that came with being together in public. Any little thing could ruin it. A wayward sound could reveal us just as easily as a lost guest.

I nodded, still panting, my lips pressed tightly together as he worked me, bringing me hot and swollen right to the edge of climax, but no further.

He was panting heavily now, too, and I knew he was ready. I focused just enough to find his belt, sliding the leather free, unbuttoning and unzipping, diving inside his boxers and finding his hot, throbbing cock.

He shuddered, leaning in to me as my I palmed him, working my fist up and down his length several times until I felt his shoulders stiffen. His hands slid up my thighs, hiking my skirt up, then under my arms to press me up while I guided him deep inside me.

I bit my lip again, suppressing the cry of pleasure that so desperately wanted to come out at the same time Jake buried his face in my shoulder, muffling his own groan of pleasure.

He had me so hot, so swollen and ready for release it only took two strokes, two glides of his perfect dick inside my slick body, for me to come apart. My arms tensed around him, my head back against the wall, my thighs squeezing his waist, as wave after delicious wave roared through me.

And Jake was right behind me, taking only a moment longer, his dick kicking as he pumped into me. The moment he was done, I slid my feet back down to the floor and Jake reached into his pocket to retrieve the handkerchief and panties.

He pressed the fabric against me and pulled out, tucking himself back into his boxers. I squeezed the handkerchief between my thighs as his hands disappeared to do up his pants.

The minute he was buttoned up he pressed his body against mine, his forehead to my shoulder, while we came down off our high. He nuzzled my neck, his hands massaging my bottom and hips. I loved his after sex caresses, they were always so loving and attentive.

“Good choice…” he murmured, admiring the location I’d selected.

“Thanks for the invite.”

He chuckled, a deep rumble inside his broad chest, “We weren’t supposed to come, but when Greg mentioned it, I couldn’t resist.”

I smiled, enjoying the feel of him, “I could tell by the eleventh hour invite. I was so hot today waiting for this.”

He growled flexing his hips against me, “You were not the only one.”

He kissed me, long and tender, his fingers tangling in my hair before he went back up my skirt and fished out the handkerchief.

His fingers trailed down the exposed skin of my thigh before repositioning my skirt and sticking the handkerchief back in his pocket. “Good as new,” he murmured.

It was then an older gentleman wandered down the hallway, he stood perfectly still and he didn’t seem to notice us as he mumbled something about the bathrooms and turned to leave.

Jake’s smiled at me slyly, finally stepping back and offering me his elbow, “Shall we?”

“We shall.” I replied. We rejoined the party as if we hadn’t just fucked in the hallway.

Chapter 15

“Come here,” he purred seductively. It was late on Saturday afternoon, and we were in my laundry room out back behind my house. It was an outdoor room with screening for walls. It mostly kept out the roaches. Mostly.

I sauntered toward him feeling like pure sex. He saw me and only me, his eyes locked on my body and his muscles taut with tension. Jake needed me.

It didn’t matter that we’d had sex two times already today. We were insatiable. We’d woken up having sex. And he’d had me while I sunbathed on the bow of my boat. We should be satisfied; we should have had enough sex to at least get us through the end of the day… but no. Here we were, attempting to put our nasty towels from our day in the wash and all either of us could think about was being naked.

Naked with Jake deep inside me where he belonged. I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling he belonged nowhere else, that we were two beings who should never have been separated, we were meant to be one.

His index finger ran along my arm and up my shoulder finding the knot of my bikini top and tugging. My top fell down, exposing my tan breasts. Did I mention my top had been off most of the day?

Jake grinned wickedly, his green eyes lighting up with delight. He may have seen them all day, but he never seemed to get enough. I waited for him to continue my undressing, something he loved to do with a great deal of flair.

He leaned back against the washer and stroked his stubbled chin. “If I were an artist I would paint you…” he purred. “Instead I’ll just memorize you.”

Then his talented fingers untied my bottoms and finally he turned me around, pressing my body flush against the cool metal of the washer, and released the rest of my top. It fell right inside the open machine. I rolled my eyes, “You planned that.”

Jake chuckled, “Actually I didn’t. I just happen to be that good.” His body left mine for a moment. Then his trunks and my bottoms made their way into the washer, too. He pressed his erection into my backside as he reached up to the shelf for the detergent, carefully measuring out the correct amount, closing the lid, starting the cycle, and all the while grinding me into the machine.

Little spikes of pleasure hit me with each movement and I was wet and wanting by the time the machine started. Which only made me gasp and moan. The machine vibrated just enough to heighten my excitement.

“Fuck me, please,” I groaned.

But he didn’t comply. In fact, Jake decided it was time to torture me, placing a hand on the small of my back to hold me in place while his fingers trailed a tantalizing path between my legs. Then he slid his hand up my back to press between my shoulder blades, lowering my chest until my exposed nipples danced along the cool metal of the vibrating washer.

I started panting harder. Jake had a knack for discovering new and exciting ways to pleasure me. And I knew how much he liked the challenge. Jake seemed to get as much pleasure from pleasing me as he did from actually fucking me.

Which was just fine with me.

Because as much as I liked making Jake happy, I liked being teased more.

“How does that feel?” I could hear the breathless way he asked.

“So good,” I replied. I was very close, but the pleasure was exquisite. I didn’t want it to end; I wanted to draw it out as long as I could.

“Let me up…”

Jake stiffened, “What’s wrong, baby?” his voice was laced with concern and his hand immediately came away from my back.

“Nothing,” I purred, turning toward him. Nothing a little fun of my own couldn’t cure. I fell to my knees and grinned up at him.

To my extreme pleasure his eyes rolled back in his head. “Well, then…” he sighed.

I wrapped one hand around his fully erect cock and ran my tongue all the way up its length, tasting the Gulf of Mexico.