Dangerous Pursuit (The Pursuit #3)

15 Birthday Girl

BIRTHDAY GIRL

Mia

M om and I are taking a break from conversation to savor our meals, giving me too much time to think. It’s been such a great day that I should be happier. Walker treated me to lunch this afternoon and paid for all the lingerie. We had so much fun. It was like old times, hanging out during the day like we used to. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed him since being out of school.

That’s part of my melancholy, but I know it’s not the main reason. Jackson told me to trust him, but how can I? I’m disappointed with the way things ended today. It gave me an unsettled feeling, and I don’t like it. Hearing that he was leaving for the afternoon gutted me. I figured things would be different after our connection this weekend. I thought… well, I’m not sure what I thought, but I know not seeing him for the rest of the day felt wrong. Especially after that kiss—that unbelievable, “take me to your place and finish what you started” kind of kiss.

“Mia, honey, what’s wrong? You look upset. Do you not like your dinner?”

“No, it’s amazing. I get why places like this charge so much. It’s more than worth it.”

“Then what are you thinking about so hard over there? I can tell something is bothering you. What is it, mija?”

I’m already keeping so much from my mom; maybe I should just get this off my chest since it’s not terrible. I hope.

Here goes nothing. “Mom, I haven’t said anything because it’s new, but I’m sort of seeing Jackson. You know, from the office. The Soloman’s son?” I clarify at seeing her confusion.

“You mean the man you’re working for? Why haven’t you said anything? How long have you been dating?” She doesn’t sound angry, just surprised and maybe a little hurt that she didn’t know.

“We had a rough start because he thought I was too inexperienced for the job, but after proving otherwise, he came around, and the last few weeks have been going well. Recently, we ran into each other outside the office, and one thing led to another. He said he’d been attracted to me for a while but held back because of my age.”

“How serious are you?” she asks.

“That’s why I’m upset. I thought things were moving forward. But maybe I read too much into it because today, he left for the afternoon… and he didn’t do anything for my birthday.” That sounded so vain. “I sound like a brat, don’t I?”

“Not at all. It’s a special day, and if someone cares about another person, it should be special for them too. I’m sorry, sweetie. Did something come up? Maybe it was a busy day.”

“No, that’s the thing. He only had one appointment. It’s almost like he was trying to avoid me.” I groan. “Ugh, maybe he was. I sort of made a fool of myself this morning and practically threw myself at him.” I rest my elbow on the table and put my forehead into the palm of my hand, mortified at the memory.

“You must really like him, then. I bet it will work itself out. Did he give you any reason to think he was upset?”

“No, and it’s driving me crazy.” I look at her and frown. “I’m sorry, Mom. I don’t want to ruin dinner with this. It doesn’t matter.”

She pats my hand. “It matters to you. And you’re not ruining dinner. Maybe wait and see what happens before jumping to conclusions. You could always call him later and ask what’s going on.”

The server comes to clear our plates since we finished dinner while talking.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to be that girl. It’s still new, and I don’t want to seem clingy. Ugh, I didn’t even see this coming. I mean, I was always attracted to him, but I never thought—”

“Well, if it isn’t the two most beautiful ladies in San Diego.”

I whip my head sideways to see Jackson striding to our table with two roses. My eyes widen in shock. What is he doing here?

He stops before my mom, bending slightly to present her with a rose. “You must be Sofia, Mia’s mom. I’m glad to finally meet you. I’m Jackson, Mia’s boyfriend.” He holds his hand out to shake, and if possible, my eyes get even bigger at his use of the word “boyfriend.”

She smiles at him. “Jackson, it’s so nice to meet you. What perfect timing. We were just talking about you. Mia, he should join us for dessert, right?”

What?

“I’m sure he has other plans, Mom.”

“Actually, I don’t. But only if you’re sure, Mrs. Marcos. I don’t want to intrude,” he says seriously.

“Call me Sofia. And I’m positive. You two should be together on Mia’s special day.” Her grin and teasing tone finally prompt a smile of my own.

“Well, in that case, Sofia, I’d love to. Thank you for the invite.” Jackson finally turns to me. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” He hands me a rose, cups my cheek, and bends down to place a chaste kiss on my lips—in front of my mom. My cheeks flame at his show of affection.

A waiter appears with another chair, and Jackson sits down while reaching for my hand. He proceeds to order one of each dessert on the menu before the waiter departs.

“How was dinner, ladies? This is one of my family’s favorites. I hope it lived up to expectations,” Jackson says, giving my hand a squeeze.

“It was delicious. I’m so glad your parents recommended it. I’ll be sure to let them know next week.” I bet his parents told him where we were going. And then it dawns on me… he must’ve planned this.

Mom continues, “So, Jackson, how long have you and Mia been dating? She was just telling me about it before you arrived. It sounds like a fairly recent development.” I never knew Mom was so sly.

“It is, and it’s not. I’ve been into Mia for quite some time but didn’t say anything until last week. I was waiting for the right moment, and it worked out since we had a chance to get to know each other over the last few months. Although, I think last week is when I really won her over.” He smirks at me.

Oh, he’s good—and so full of shit. Do you mean last week was when you decided to stop being an ass?

“That’s sweet. Mia was telling me that you were holding back because of her age. Does it bother you being with someone so much younger?”

Kill me now.

“Not at all, ma’am. I was more concerned about Mia and if she would be okay with it.” Liar. “I’ve been around her long enough to know how easy it is to forget her age. Her maturity level surpasses mine at times.” He laughs, and my mom beams, already won over. He’s charming the heck out of her.

When dessert arrives, we take a few moments to taste each one, oohing and aahing as we go.

“How did the rest of your day go, Jackson?” I ask casually, trying not to sound desperate.

“My meeting went well, and then I ran some errands before having dinner with friends. Now I’m hoping to convince you to go out with me after this. I planned something special for your birthday.” He turns to my mom. “If it’s okay with you, of course.”

“Well, it’s not up to me anymore. Mia can decide—not that she couldn’t before, but now it’s official. If she’s okay with it, then I am.” She smiles, both sets of eyes looking to me for an answer.

I’m relieved that my fears were all for nothing, the ache in my chest gone. “Well, it is a work night”—I smirk—“but I could probably manage to go out for a little bit.” He smiles in response, making my heart pound.

“I won’t keep you out too long, and if I do, you can start late tomorrow.” He winks and squeezes my hand. How is he so perfect?

“A benefit of dating the boss, huh?” I raise my eyebrows at him, making him chuckle.

“I suppose so,” he answers.

I look at my mom, and she’s practically glowing while staring at us. Shoot, I hope this was a good idea. She might be reading too much into it and seeing more than what’s there. I don’t want her to be disappointed if this doesn’t last, but I can tell she’s over the moon already.

The waiter comes to clear the table, and my mom asks for the check. “Your dinner has already been taken care of, ma’am. Happy birthday, Mia. We hope you enjoyed your evening and come back soon.”

I look right at Jackson. “Did you do this?”

“Maybe.” He shrugs nonchalantly.

Mom takes it from there. “Thank you, Jackson. That was very nice of you and a lovely surprise. I’ll get going and let you two enjoy your evening. Mia, happy birthday, honey.” She stands and comes over to give me a hug.

“Thank you, Mom. You don’t need to wait up,” I say quietly in her ear.

Jackson stands. “Sofia, it was so nice to meet you. You’ve raised an amazing daughter.” He just hugged my mom. This is so weird. “Why don’t we walk you out.” He reaches for my hand, not letting go as we follow her to the exit.

On the sidewalk, Mom turns to us. “Thank you again, Jackson. I’m glad we had a chance to visit. I’d tell you to take care of my girl, but something tells me I don’t have to.” She smiles up at him, completely smitten.

“You sure don’t. She’s my top priority,” he states matter-of-factly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mia,” Mom says before walking to her car.

It doesn’t go unnoticed that she didn’t say “tomorrow morning.”

Jackson

I turn Mia so she’s facing me. “Hey, birthday girl,” I say softly before cupping her cheeks and leaning down to kiss her until she’s melting.

Pulling back, I look her in the eyes. “God, you’re beautiful. So, before we leave here, I’d like to make sure you’re okay with what I have planned.”

“And what is that?” she asks, still dazed from the kiss.

“I wanted to bring you to my place and give you your birthday presents… then take it from there. How does that sound? And before you answer, I want you to know I have no expectations. Where this night goes is completely in your hands.”

“In my hands, huh?” She snickers and raises her eyebrow.

“Oh my God, that’s not what I meant. Christ woman. You’re in control tonight—as in nothing happens you don’t want. Would you like to come over?” Her face gets serious, and I’m nervous as she considers.

I held back today when she basically served herself up on a platter, but I won’t be holding back from going as far as she’ll allow tonight. My willpower has reached its limit.

“Well, you did mention presents.” She grins up at me, raising her eyebrows and making me laugh at her playfulness.

“Oh, Mia, don’t ever stop being my little girl.” I kiss her forehead. “You ready to get out of here?”

She nods and I waste no time leading her to the car, excited to have her alone at last.

It made me happy that her mom already knew about me. I didn’t think Mia would have told her about us, but the fact that she did means she might be as serious about this as I am. I’m glad I didn’t upset her by crashing dinner or introducing myself as her boyfriend—not that I’d feel too bad if it had. The sooner she realizes where my head’s at, the better.

We’re both settled in our seats as I pull onto the road. As always, I’m holding her hand and bring it to my lips for a kiss. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“You showing up was a surprise tonight.”

“Good surprise or bad surprise?” I ask.

“A good one. I’m thinking I already like you way too much, and I was upset when you left today. The fact that it affected me so much scares the crap out of me.”

I don’t know what to say. While I’m deliriously happy to hear those words, I don’t want her to be scared. But damn, I can’t say that those aren’t the same thoughts running through my own mind. Then it hits me—that’s exactly what I need to tell her.

“Would it make you feel better to know that you took the words right out of my mouth? I had my plan in place, but when I told you I’d be out the rest of the day and saw the look in your eyes, I almost backpedaled. I scheduled dinner with my friends to keep me away until it was time. Mia, the intensity of my feelings scares me too. I can assure you, you’re not alone in that.” I squeeze her hand.

“Thank you, that does make me feel better. I just don’t want something one-sided. Your reputation might take some time to shake off. I’d rather not end up being one of the girls you call for an office quickie.”

“Why do you think I stopped us today? That’s exactly what I don’t want. I didn’t want our first time together to be at work. But more importantly, I don’t want it to be anything other than special because that’s what you are.”

“Wait, does that mean we can’t fool around in the office?” she asks coyly, making me laugh and lightening the mood.

“Fuck no. I’ll be bending you over my desk daily. But only after you know, without a doubt, that that’s not all I want from you.”

“Well, hurry up and prove it because a certain scenario keeps replaying in my mind that I’d like to try.”

“Fuck.” I adjust myself, trying to relieve the pressure thanks to the little vixen beside me, and decide to give the car more gas to shorten the drive.

Arriving home faster than ever, I unlock the front door and waste no time leading Mia straight to the couch.

“Wait here for a minute,” I tell her.

She nods.

I start to walk away but pause and turn around. “Do you want anything to drink first?” I ask, setting my excitement aside and remembering my manners.

Mia laughs. “No, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” I lean down to kiss her and then head into the bedroom. Everything is already set, but I need to light the candles. Making quick work of it, I return to the living room with two wrapped presents in hand and sit next to her.

“Hey. I did lure you here with presents, so we better do that first.” She smiles brightly as I hand her the smaller box. “Open this one first.”

She tears the paper off, lifts the lid, and moves the tissue paper aside. She giggles immediately, bringing her hand to her mouth and covering it.

“I couldn’t pass them up once you told me,” I say, chuckling.

Smiling, she lifts the G-string panties and spins them around to look at the M&M prints all over. “They’re adorable, thank you.”

“I’m sure they’ll look better on,” I tell her.

She bumps me with her shoulder, and I pull her into me, kissing the top of her head.

“And I can’t wait to see if I’m right,” I add. She ducks her head shyly, which is funny considering her forwardness in the office this morning.

“Okay, now this one.” I hand her the second box. My nerves start to fire, anticipating her reaction.

She opens the box to the latest iPad and keyboard with a gasp.

“Jackson, no, this is way too much.” She shakes her head and hands it back.

I set it on the coffee table and pull her in for a kiss. It quickly deepens, our mouths fusing together. But before it gets too carried away, I pull back, smirking at her sigh of frustration.

“Mia, let me spoil you. I put a lot of thought into what to get and figured this would be perfect for school. Please accept it,” I plead with her.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my bosshole?” She smiles up at me, and my heart pounds.

“I pulled his head out of his ass. Now come here.” I reach my arm around her waist and pull her over, lifting her onto my lap to straddle me.

“Is this all right?” I ask before making the next move.

“It’s about time.”

“Is that so? What else is it about time for?” I ask, hoping her answer will tell me how far she wants to go.

“I’m pretty sure I showed my cards earlier and lost, so now it’s your turn,” she says shyly.

“Listen, I’ll gladly take the lead, but you have the upper hand here, okay? If it’s too much too fast, just say the word, and I’ll stop.”

“Okay. Can we stop talking now?”

“Demanding little girl, aren’t you? Well, I wouldn’t want to cause a tantrum.”

I grip her head and claim her mouth. It’s rough and hard, our tongues warring with each other, exploring every space. Her eagerness lets me know she’s ready for this. My hand reaches her chest while I grip her ass and pull her close, thrusting my hips to find the friction I so desperately need.

“The only thing I want coming out of your mouth from now on are sounds of satisfaction.” My mouth travels from her lips to the sweet spot below her ear, licking and kissing before I move to taste every inch of her luscious neck. Her head goes back, and she pulls my hair while rocking into my swollen dick, making me growl.

“You need it so bad, don’t you, sweet girl? Let’s see what you’ve been hiding from me. You’re such a brat, teasing me with all your low-cut shirts.”

My mouth travels farther as I yank her dress and bra down, popping her breasts out. They’re more beautiful than I imagined. She’s fucking perfect. My mouth finds her tight bud, sucking and flicking it with my tongue, resulting in the sexiest sounds I’ve heard yet while she shoves her chest out for more.

I’m not sure how much more of this I can handle until my willpower snaps, and I take this to the next level. I’m ready. She seems ready, and my dick is about to burst with how ready it is. The question is, to what level are we taking it?

Mia

I’ve been so wound up ever since this morning that I want more. I’m nervous about making a move after what happened in his office, but not enough to stop me from doing what I’ve dreamed of since a certain scene two months ago created a permanent fantasy in my mind.

Pulling my bra and dress back up, I slowly crawl backward until my knees are on the edge of the couch. My hand roams down his chest until I get to the bulge in his pants and rub it through his jeans.

“God, that feels good.”

That’s all the encouragement needed. My knees drop to the ground between his legs, and I reach for his pants, both nervous and excited at once. I’ve wanted to know what it’s like to make him go crazy ever since that day in the office. But before I make any progress, he places his hands over mine.

“No, Mia, tonight is about you.”

“Please, you have no idea how bad I want this. It is about me, I swear.” I look into his eyes, pleading.

“Goddamn, Mia, how am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You’re not.”

He caresses my bottom lip and tugs it down before relaxing back. Deciding I need a better view, I lean forward to open his shirt button by button. Holy shit, he’s seriously ripped. It’s always been evident from the muscles that bulge underneath, but it’s nothing like seeing the real thing and the six-pack—hmmm, maybe eight—that he’s been hiding. His body is a work of art.

It’s impossible to stop myself from roaming over his chest before finally making my way back to his pants. This time, he doesn’t stop me and even helps me when I slide them down to reveal what’s underneath.

Whoa! The minute it springs free, my eyes go wide. I don’t think I was prepared for this. I’m not sure if it’s possible to have been prepared for this. Maybe I should have spent a little more time watching porn. I saw a few different videos—I mean, come on, it’s great research—but he’s a heck of a lot bigger than any of those ones.

“Breathe, Mia. You gonna be okay there?”

“Yeah… yes. Um, you’re really big. Is that normal?” He chuckles in response. Am I just being na?ve? Are there a lot of guys this… massive?

“Sometimes I forget how young you are. I’m hoping that means you haven’t seen many of these. But to answer your question, judging from what I see in the locker rooms, it’s bigger than most.”

“Okay. ’Cause whoa.” I tentatively reach out and slowly wrap my hand around it, feeling how hard it is—but soft at the same time. It’s silky and smooth, and it twitches as I squeeze my fist and rub my thumb over the top, causing me to loosen my grip, fearing I did something wrong. Although, if the groan from Jackson is any indication, I didn’t.

“You don’t have to be afraid of it, Mia. I promise it won’t hurt you.” He smirks at me.

“Be careful with those promises. I’m pretty sure you’ll be breaking that one when the time comes.”

“Sweetheart, I’ll have you so wet and ready for me before we get there that I guarantee your pussy’ll be begging for it.” His words immediately cause my thighs to clench, triggering me to take the next step.

My head lowers, and I lick the moisture leaking from the top, wanting a taste. It’s salty. The tip is velvety, prompting me to kiss it and feel it against my lips. I lick at his precum again, and Jackson groans, tipping his head back.

Oh my God, I really like this so far.

“Fuck, you’re a tease. Are you trying to kill me here?”

Hmmm. I guess that means I should do less exploring and more doing. I squeeze my hand around the steel rod and move it up and down, pulling more sounds from him.

Deciding it’s time to just go for it, I open wide to take him in. His responding moan urges me on. I know I’m supposed to be sucking at some point since I’ve watched enough to know the basics, so I try that and immediately feel it jerk inside my mouth. Getting bolder, I rise to better the angle so I can take him deeper while moving my hand simultaneously since there’s no way I’ll be able to get him all the way in.

“Fuck, Mia, that feels so good. You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this. The real thing is so much better.”

His words make me moan, eliciting a guttural sound from Jackson, encouraging me. Suddenly, I feel his hands on my head, grabbing my hair, causing butterflies in my belly with what I hope is coming next. He doesn’t disappoint and takes charge, controlling my movements, just like he was doing that day in the office. It’s not long before I end up gagging, and I’m immediately embarrassed.

“Oh, fuck yeah, Mia. You sound so good choking on my dick. Do it again for me.” Okay… so he likes that.

He pushes my head harder, and I’m choking again whether I want to or not. He doesn’t pull back right away this time, causing spit to run down his shaft. It makes it slippery and easier to move my hand up and down under my mouth.

“Fuck, Mia. I’m so close. Squeeze it hard, baby.” He looks down at me. “That’s it, just like that.”

He keeps watching with a carnal look in his eyes. His hips start moving now, thrusting up, pushing it to the back of my throat. “You’re taking me so good. You’re my filthy little girl, aren’t you?” Holy crap, I could orgasm with his dirty talk alone. “Are you gonna drink me down, ’cause if not, you better finish with your hand. I’m right there, baby.”

I look at him intently, telling him exactly what I’m ready for… what I want.

“Uhhhh… fuck. Mia …” He holds my head down and stills as he grunts out his release. It’s not unpleasant, but it’s a lot, lasting longer than I expected. I don’t even come close to getting it all, the rest running down his shaft as he pulls me up and looks me in the eyes. Apparently, I did just fine.

“Holy shit, Mia. You’re fucking amazing. Come here, sweetheart.” He pulls me up, kissing me passionately. I’m sure he can taste himself, which is so weird to me, but what do I know? And seriously, this man can kiss, so who cares?

He leans back, tucking himself into his jeans. “How did I get so lucky when it’s your birthday? It’s definitely your turn to be treated, but first, I want you in my bed.”

Yes, please.