Chapter 11
11
R AIN
He covers my lips, my cheeks, my hair, my neck, and my shoulders with soft, warm kisses that make me squirm with pleasure.
As soothing as it is, his warmth is chased away by a cold sensation.
Panicked, I jerk upright and snap my eyes open. Frantic thoughts bounce around in my head.
I flick my eyes to the windows. It’s raining, and gusts of wind whistle against the glass.
It’s also dark outside, and the city lights are smudged, shimmering behind a curtain of water.
A flash of lightning mars the sky before a clap of thunder booms nearby.
Shivers race down my spine.
I flick my eyes to the side of the bed. Was I dreaming? Or was he really here, kissing me? Making love to me?
I glance around.
My clothes, my purse, and my phone are all here.
Smoothly, I slide off the bed and leave the room naked.
His scent drifts to me, filling my nostrils.
It wasn’t a dream.
He’s here.
I search the rooms when a shaft of light glows under the bathroom door, catching my attention.
I open the door.
Lit candles cast fluttering lights over the walls.
Lying in the tub, with his head propped against the edge and his eyes closed, he enjoys a few moments of calm.
My heart swells.
“James?”
I call his name again while stepping into the bathtub.
He cracks an eye open and smiles before straightening and making room for me next to him.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, welcoming his arm around me.
“I can’t sleep.”
“What time is it?”
“Four.”
I glance to the side––his phone and an empty glass of wine are next to him.
“Is everything all right?” I ask.
“Yes,” he rasps.
“Where are your cigarettes?”
Slowly grinning, he looks at me.
“I’m trying to cut back.”
“Is it working?”
“No. Not really.”
“Is it because of me?” I ask.
His gaze slides down, filtered through his lashes, a secret smile tilting his lips.
“Is it?” I insist.
He peels his eyes away and tilts his head back, running his fingers through his hair.
I notice the slow motion before moving my eyes over his neck, chest, and sculpted shoulders.
“It is for me...” I murmur.
My arms open before locking around his neck, and my lips land on his cheek.
I hug him tight before I straddle him, covering his face in kisses.
“I love you so much, James Sexton.”
A mysterious smile lines his lips.
“I thought it was a fucking given,” he says.
“No need to be cocky with me, sir.”
He chuckles.
“Are you seriously doing it for me?” I ask, looking at him incredulously.
“I’m doing it for us.”
“Us?”
His eyes sparkle with emotion as he slowly nods.
“Yeah... Us.”
Unexpected, overwhelming joy flows through me.
My chin trembles as I tilt my head down, take his face in my hands, and press my lips against his mouth.
“You make me so happy,” I breathe into him before we kiss.
His touch is tender, warm, and positively arousing.
We break the kiss before I pull back slightly and look at him, my arms still around his neck.
“Never in a million years would I have thought you’d be here with me tonight. You didn’t answer my messages,” I say.
“I was on a conference call,” he says, guarded.
“Are things okay?”
He spreads and drapes his arms over the edge of the tub, evading my gaze.
“Yeah... They are,” he says before sucking in a long breath as if they’re not.
“Are they?” I insist.
His eyes shift to me, their sparkle gone.
“Yeah... They are overall. I only ran into some problems in Asia. New regulations. I’m hoping to have it sorted out by the end of the summer.”
“That means a delay.”
“Yeah…” he murmurs.
He doesn’t seem too happy with the new development.
“Will it affect the rest of the company?”
“No. But it will impact the revenue projections and jeopardize our line of credit.”
I sag a little.
“It will eventually take care of itself,” he says.
He swings his gaze to the right, grabs the bottle of wine, and fills his glass.
He lifts it and motions to it, inviting me to take a sip.
I curl my hand around his fingers and tilt the glass against my lips.
The red wine coats my palate before rushing down my throat, spurring heat inside my body.
“How’s your friend?” he asks, tearing the glass away from my lips.
“She’s good. We went to a club, she found a guy, and we parted ways.”
“Good for her.”
He looks down and drinks more wine.
“I was in Boston on Friday,” I say.
He shifts his gaze up, and surprise gleams in his gaze.
He sets the glass on the side.
“Why?”
“I wanted to talk to Daria. Well… I had to track her down first.”
“You could’ve used Maxwell.”
“It wasn’t necessary. I found her on my own. She’d changed quite a few addresses and men before I got to her, and I assume a few jobs as well. Anyway... I found her.”
His eyes stay locked with mine.
“Okay.”
“She told me why she hadn’t stayed in touch with me.”
He reads my eyes.
“Did she?”
“Yes. Apparently, she had some time to reflect and seemed changed.”
“Good. It was about time,” he says, a faint grin lining his gaze.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He studies my face.
“Are you mad at me?” he asks.
“No. I wish I knew what happened.”
“She wanted money.”
“I know. She told me that. I would’ve never forked over that kind of money.”
“There you go.”
“You also wanted to teach her a lesson.”
“Possibly. But more importantly, I wanted to stop her from acting like a jerk.”
“It worked,” I say.
“Yeah, it did.”
“Okay, but she shied away from my family.”
“She stayed away because she was embarrassed. I asked her to come back when she was ready to treat you like a member of her family.”
“All right,” I murmur, tipping my gaze down.
“You said she was changed. In what way?”
I look at him.
“She’s expecting a baby.”
His eyebrows tilt up.
“That’s good, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Of course, it is. My mom is thrilled. She also said she was sorry… In her own way,” I add. “Although I still think she’s full of envy.”
“Why?”
I shrug.
“That’s just her. She’s always regarded you like some sort of a prize.”
He bites his lip, giving me a cheeky smile.
I wag my finger at him.
“You’re a lucky woman, Rain Sexton,” he says, pulling me closer, instantly getting hard.
My lips stop inches away from his while our gazes melt into each other.
“Sometimes, I don’t feel that lucky,” I murmur. “Especially when you’re away.”
He mulls over something in silence, his fingers brushing strands of hair away from my face.
“You can always come with me.”
“I don’t think it’s gonna work.”
“We can try it.”
“To Monte Carlo?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t travel this week. I promised Ed I’d help Thea to get settled in when she flies back.”
He tips his head back, grinning.
“Okay. You can come when you’re done.”
“I need to finish my book.”
“You can work on your book. I won’t bother you.”
A smile tickles my lips.
Smoothly, I tip my head down and kiss him softly.
His cock hardens even more.
“I love you, James.”
I kiss him again, my hand sliding over his abs, dipping into the water before curling around the root of his erection.
Slowly, I move my fist up and down, our mouths locked into a kiss.
The water drips behind me, and another bolt of lightning glows outside the windows.
“This night is perfect,” I say quietly, locking him in my embrace.
Moments of silence pass while he ponders.
“Stop taking the pill,” he murmurs against my lips, moving his hands to my chest and tenderly kneading my breasts.
My lips tear away from his as I straighten a little and peer at him.
“What are you saying?” I ask, puzzled.
Our eyes connect, and I simply melt.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
Smiling, he nods.
“Yeah... I’m sure.”
My heart pounds faster.
“Are you going to be back home by the time it happens? If it happens?”
“I’m sure it will happen.”
“This is not only about me expecting a baby.”
“I know.”
He studies my eyes.
“I know what you want,” he says, no longer smiling.
My hand stops moving, still wrapped around him.
“But it’s not what you want,” I say.
“I don’t want to be away from home. None of us want that.”
“Who is us?”
“Lex and Ed.”
“You talked to Lex?”
He nods.
“Yes. And Ed as well.”
He pauses before he continues.
“Life has changed for all of us. I’m not so sure we would’ve liked this kind of lifestyle years back when we were single, let alone now that we’re starting our families. I’ve planned for this for a very long time. I knew our lives would change at some point. I don’t want to stop your life and mine because of this company. I made it what it is not because I sacrificed my life and struggled but because it fits into our lives. That’s what it owes its great success to. So, I’ll let things roll how they want to, but right now, I want to think about you and me.”
With that, he pushes up, slipping from under me and rising tall in front of me.
His hard cock bounces in the air.
He grabs a towel from a stack while I look up at him, my legs folded under me, my eyes hovering over his torso before moving down to his erection.
“You have to take a break from blowing me if you want me to put a baby in you,” he says.
Grinning, he scoops me up, throws me over his shoulder, and walks out of the tub with me.
Holding me with one hand, he runs a towel over us before smacking my butt and pushing the bathroom door open.
He strides across the corridor with me dangling from his shoulder and enters the bedroom.
Smoothly, he puts me down on all fours.
“Don’t you fucking move,” he says, running his hand between my legs.
“I want to see.”
“You’ll see.”
From the nightstand, he snatches my phone.
I look over my shoulder.
“Be patient,” he says, sliding his finger over my phone and turning the camera on... I assume.
He also turns the nightstand lamp on and places the phone camera on the bed, between my legs.
I’m completely open to him.
“Seriously?” I murmur.
A laugh vibrates in his chest.
“Shut up. You’re gonna like it.”
His first touch sends a shiver through my bones.
He lowers himself to the edge of the bed, grips my butt, pulls my center even more open, and drags his tongue between my legs, from my folds to my entrance and my back ring.
An earthquake shakes through my hips.
“James…”
I moan his name again.
“I want you to get really wet for me,” he says as if I need to.
I’m already dripping.
He drags his tongue up again before swirling it around my center and slipping it between my folds.
He sucks on my clit.
My hips shake, rocking against his mouth.
My back arches.
He blows hot air on my sex, spurring tingles between my legs.
I’m going up fast as he licks my pussy and fingers me at the same time.
Abruptly he pushes up and presses the smooth crown of his erection against my entrance.
Slowly, he slides his hard length into me.
Thick. Hard. Perfect.
He rocks his hips, driving his hard-on into me.
My center is warm and slippery, pulsing with pleasure.
“Good?”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur, propped on my hands and knees.
I glance at him over my shoulder, my phone in his hand this time.
One hand stays latched onto my hip, the other handling my phone.
He thrusts.
“There,” he says, tossing my phone on the bed next to me.
I pick it up, place it in front of me, and look at the clips.
The first one captured his mouth on my pussy.
The second one was shot from above, showcasing my back, my waist, and my hips and his hard shaft entering me repeatedly.
The sensation of pleasure only gets more intense.
Controlling his pace and force, he strokes my rear entrance with his thumb.
It takes a few moments before he smoothly slides it in, his rhythm matching the cadence of his strokes.
I roll my hips, meeting his touch.
“Perfect,” he grunts, picking up speed.
I couldn’t agree more.
My eyes are still on the video loop playing in front of me as I experience the heart-grabbing pleasure.
His grip hardens as I clench around his hard meat fast.
“That’s fucking good,” he rasps.
Within moments, my moans ripple through the air, accompanied by the noise of skin slapping skin.
Tense, I shake, my heart pounding, his warm release trickling down my thighs before it all becomes a calm, unending bliss.