Chapter 30
By the time I end my call with Donovan, we have a rough plan put together. However, that hasn’t stopped my gut from churning since the moment I saw that fucking bruise on her face.
I wanted to turn right back around and find Elliott Moore and permanently rearrange his face. The only thing that stopped me was how scared and vulnerable Jade looked when she opened the door. She tried to put on a good show, but when she realized it was me, the wall she had between herself and Elliott crumpled, leaving the shattered parts for me to help pick up.
Her back is to me now as I approach. She’s been standing and looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows while Donovan and I talked on speaker to hatch our escape plan and figure out how to take down Elliott as well as Vinny and his crew.
Jade interjected every so often, offering ways she thought she could help. I know this is her battle and one she wants to fight herself, but every cell in my body is screaming for me to protect her, for me to fight that battle for her. I had to stop myself from shutting down any part of her being directly involved the entire phone conversation.
No matter how much I want to protect her, I won’t take this from her. She deserves to take the proverbial knife and stab Moore right in the heart with it for what he’s done to her. Even though I don’t want her in harm’s way, I know she needs this, so I’ll do everything in my power to keep her safe while she kicks some ass.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask as I wrap my arms around her from behind.
My palms find the perfect place on her hips. I can’t describe how damn good it feels to have her in my arms. I haven’t been able to get her out of my head since the night of the charity event, and I’ve thought of a million different scenarios that would allow me to touch her again.
This isn’t one I thought about. I may still be livid at Moore for daring to touch her, but I won’t waste this moment, and I won’t taint it by letting him have any part of our time together.
“I want this to be over. I want to go back to before I made the stupid decision to hitch myself to Elliott. Ugh, why? Why did I do this to myself?”
She turns in my arms, exasperation etching her face. I reach up and lift her chin so I can see her eyes better. “Don’t do that to yourself. You never could’ve known it would turn out this way.”
She laughs, but it isn’t at all amused. It’s self-deprecating. “Really? Really? I couldn’t have predicted that marrying a man in a business deal wouldn’t end in fucking roses, sunshine, and happily ever after?”
The fire I’m so used to reignites in her eyes.
I shrug one shoulder. “You thought he was a good guy. Your dad loved him, and I think you must have thought that one day you could love him, too.”
Her eyebrows pull together in concentration. “I should’ve known better. I should’ve known I don’t get to have that.”
“Why would you say that? You deserve to be happy just like anyone else.” I don’t understand what she’s saying. It makes no sense. Jade deserves to be happy and to be loved as much as anyone I know. She does so much for people without them knowing. She doesn’t want the praise or some stupid plaque to hang in her office for her charitable donations.
What she does for other people comes from the purest of places. Her heart.
After the charity event, I did some research of my own. It bugged the shit out of me that I didn’t know why she was there, and frankly, I was surprised that she was. What I found shouldn’t have shocked me, but it did.
Jade Foster is one of the most influential women on the west coast for sponsoring and bringing awareness to domestic violence, homelessness, mental illness, and child warfare. It wasn’t easy to find this information because she’s done a damn good job remaining anonymous.
She doesn’t do it for fame or recognition. She uses her power and status to pull the puppet strings of some of the biggest players in the US to help the people who need it the most. It’s so awe inspiring and so damn admirable that I feel like a mere mortal standing in her presence, and she doesn’t even know I know her secret.
She shrugs one shoulder, mirroring mine just moments before. “I don’t want that. I don’t want to be devasted the same way my father was when my mom died. I won’t allow myself to fall apart like that. I have too much to do to let that happen.”
One of the many missing puzzle pieces in figuring out Jade Foster falls into place, and it makes me like her even more.
“What if it doesn’t end in heartbreak and tragedy? What if it ends with a love so pure and all-encompassing that you don’t know where it ends and you begin?”
Her eyes widen as they search my face. “There are no guarantees in life.”
“Exactly, so why not risk it all?” I ask as I lean down and capture her lips with mine.
She instantly melts into me, her hands come up to fist my shirt. She pulls me against her chest, and I go with no hesitation. Not anymore, not with her.
She moans as I deepen the kiss. Our tongues dance together, each tangling for dominance. My right hand runs up the back of her loose t-shirt and skates across her spine at a tantalizingly slow pace. I want to take my time with her tonight. Our first time was rushed and frantic, each of us chasing a fix that only the other could give.
She breaks our kiss and tilts her head back, effectively pushing her breasts into my line of sight. I quickly lean down and suck her left nipple into my mouth through the thin t-shirt. She doesn’t have a bra on, so my contact instantly pebbles her tight bud. She reaches up to run her fingers along the back of my neck.
“Just like that. Make me forget about all of it, Colin, just for one night.”
I pinch and pull on one nipple as I suck on the other one before releasing it with an audible pop.
“You can forget for tonight, but come tomorrow, we’re getting rid of your fucking fiancé for good,” I growl, and I mean every damn word.
“You better mean that because I can’t stand the thought of marrying a man so vile.” Her tone is solemn, almost as though she’s picturing the whole sordid event in her head as we speak.
“I promise I won’t let it come to that. You’ll marry Elliott Moore over my dead body.”
My eyes slam shut as I have a visceral, physical reaction to the image flashing in my mind. It’s of Jade walking down the aisle in a sexy as hell, all white wedding dress, but it isn’t me standing at the end of the aisle. It’s Moore. I won’t let it happen. She isn’t meant to be with him.
I knew after the moment I kissed her in that dark and deserted office that she was meant to be with me. When my lips touched hers for the first time, I realized I never stood a chance at walking away from her. Not then and certainly not now.
If she marries anyone, it’s sure as hell going to be me. A feather light touch skates across my cheek, and instead of opening my eyes, I lean into her palm.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” she asks.
I decide to tell her a half-truth because I don’t think she’s ready for that yet. Jade trusts no one. I need to play this right. If I go too hard and too fast, she’ll run as fast as her legs can carry her.
“I’m thinking that I want you. I keep picturing you spread wide in front of those windows for the whole world to see me devour you.”
Her surprise squeak brings a smile to my face as I open my eyes to take her in. She looks at me, then over to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The bright lights of the street below illuminate the otherwise dark and quiet night sky.
When she looks back at me, I see a bright, mischievous spark in her eyes. She rises from my lap to walk toward the windows. “These windows?” She spins on her heels and gestures toward the clear glass. I nod and lean back on the couch, eager to see what she thinks of my little idea. She smiles. “What if someone sees us?”
I shrug one shoulder. “What if they do?”
“I didn’t know you were a naughty pretty boy, Colin Brooks.” She doesn’t sound upset in the least.
“I want to see how naughty you can get, Princess.” My words seem to spur her on.
She reaches down and slowly lifts the hem of her shirt up to expose flawless and soft skin along the way. I groan and reach for my rapidly expanding cock that’s already growing painful at the little show she puts on for me.
She tosses her shirt to the side, leaving her topless in front of me. Next, she spins on her heels to face the large windows. Her hips move in small, tight circles as she reaches down to thumb the edges of her loose sweatpants.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier. She’s uninhibited as she pulls the sweats down over her firm, round ass cheeks. The pants fall to the floor in a heap around her ankles. She delicately steps out of them, leaving her standing naked with her backside to me. Hot damn, she didn’t have any panties on.
She raises one hand over her head, and her back arches. The motion pushes her breasts forward and so close to the window that it looks like her nipples are pressed against the glass from here. I can’t just sit and watch her any longer.
I stand and quietly make my way over to her. My front presses against her naked backside, and my right hand comes up to palm her breast. “Is this what you want, Princess?”
I pinch and pull at her nipple. My free hand goes to her mound, and I insert one finger. Her head falls back to rest on my shoulder as I continue to pump in and out of her. She moans before saying one quiet word that effectively breaks my restraint. Not that I had much to begin with.
“More.”
I hate to let her go, but I need to so I can get my damn pants off. My right hand drops her breast, but she quickly replaces mine with her own. Not for long sweetheart, those belong to me.
My fly comes down in record time before I shove my pants off and take my boxer briefs with them. I quickly toe my shoes off and shuck my pants. They fly across the room, landing with a loud smack against the tiled floors.
She chuckles and looks back at me as she continues to pleasure herself. I lean forward and capture her lips with mine before I move my hand between her legs once again to continue pumping my finger inside her. My cock bobs free between us, brushing against her ass every time she pushes back into me.
Her pussy is slick with need as I insert another finger, priming her for the one thing I know she craves most right now.
My cock.
Suddenly, I back away a few feet, leaving her standing at the window as I fist my cock. I pump up and down my shaft as she looks back at me with a questioning look on her face.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll take care of that pretty little pussy of yours, but first, I want you to dance for me.”
An almost shy smile graces her lips as she turns to face the windows again. She stands in front of me completely naked, not giving a single fuck if someone sees her from below.
Her plump ass sways slightly to the music in her head. I watch as she raises one hand above her and places it on the glass. She sways and twirls, letting go of what few reservations she may have had left.
I watch her reflection in the glass, and the come hither look I see on her face tells me she enjoys this very much. By how hard my cock is, I think she can tell I enjoy it, too. She watches my hand pump up and down before covering the head as I repeat the motion.
I groan when she bends forward, placing both her hands on the glass to brace herself for a moment before looking back at me over her shoulder. She quirks a brow as she waits for me to join her. I step up to her and skim my hand along her hip before gripping both sides tightly in my hands. I pull her up as I line my cock up with her entrance, and in one swift push, I’m inside.
“Oh, fuck me,” she whispers.
“That’s exactly what I plan on doing,” I say as I plunge into her over and over.
The sound of our bodies slapping against each other is loud and unabashed. Her screams for release fill the silent night air as I relentlessly pump into her. My pace is unapologetic, and she takes it like her life depends on it.
“Such a good girl. Take my cock, take every fucking inch, Princess.”
Her nails claw against the glass as she pushes her ass back into me. My hand feathers her clit as I pound into her. Both of us chase our releases as her breaths fog the glass.
“That’s it. Right there, Colin. Faster. Harder.”
She whimpers when I hit that sweet spot deep inside her. Her back bows, and her palm slaps the fogged glass as she comes all over my dick. Her core clamps down, gripping my cock as she screams out her release. I slow my pace, my painfully hard length gently stroking her walls.
I lean in, and my tongue darts out to trace the shell of her ear as I whisper my encouragement. “That’s my girl.”
Her legs start to give out, so I grip her hips tighter and pick up my pace again to find my own release. It only takes a few more moments before I pull out and come all over her ass as she rests her forehead against the cool glass overlooking the city.
My cum coats both cheeks and the lips of her pussy. It’s the most beautiful sight. I like to see my princess a little dirty, and I plan to keep her that way for the rest of the night.
Not caring about the mess, I carefully pick her up into my arms and cradle her against my chest as I turn to walk away from the clear night view. That’s enough sharing my girl for the night.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I ask in a husky voice.
“Ready for round two?” she laughs. “Because I may need a few minutes to recover.” Her arms wrap around my neck as she points at a hallway to the left.
I walk that way. “I was thinking more along the lines of a nice long soak in a tub… together.”
“Oooh, I like that idea very much. It just so happens I have the perfect tub for that.” She sighs and places her head on my shoulder as I make my way down the long hallway. “Last door. I’m sure you can figure out the rest. I’m just gonna rest my eyes,” she says just as her eyes close.
I chuckle at how damn cute she looks, and instead of going straight to the bath when we enter her room, I head for a very large, very plush bed covered in a million throw pillows. I gently lay her on her stomach before venturing into her bathroom. I find towels and washcloths in a closet inside, and I wet one with warm water before returning to clean her backside and then myself.
I toss the washcloth into a hamper in the bathroom and grab a soft blanket from an armchair in the corner of the room. I cover her and crawl into the bed behind her. I pull her back against me.
She blows out a soft breath, and a slight snore leaves her lips. I smile as I pull her closer. We’ll rest for just a bit and then try out that tub she mentioned. Before long, my eyes close, and I drift off into a blissful sleep where my dreams are filled with one intoxicating and beautiful woman.
One who has slowly and equivocally stolen my heart.