Six weeks later
Jay paced the pool deck from end to end, going over all of his reasons for confining Allie. The risk to her was too great if she were allowed the freedom to resume the things she enjoyed. Because the things Allie enjoyed tended to mean throwing herself headfirst into situations that could too easily get her into trouble. But that was part of what made Allie who she was. The woman he loved.
Jay had been pacing indoors, but the confining space had caused his claustrophobia to well up too close to the surface. He’d thrown the French doors open and resumed his brooding outdoors, under the amused speculation of his security team.
“I should’ve gone with her,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.
But she hadn’t wanted him to. She’d asked him to stay home and wait for her. To trust her to know what she was doing. Fuck that. The second she walked in the door, he was chaining her to their bed, imprinting himself on every inch of her body and never letting her leave his side again.
Jay decided that was a perfectly reasonable action to take for a guy that, six weeks ago, nearly lost the woman who owned his soul. It just went to show how much she fucked with his head that he was willing to let her out of his sight today. He had other motivations though. Unfinished business. Hershel’s victims, the ones still living, and the families of the dead had finished with him. Jay had painstakingly researched and found them, then given Hershel over to them with the promise that they could do what they wanted with him as long as he still lived. Jay got the pleasure of finishing what was left of him. Today, they had delivered on that promise.
Jay checked his phone impatiently and swore. She should be home by now. He checked with security.
“The car’s at the gate, boss,” he was informed immediately. Was that a note of amusement? If so, then they would be having a conversation. Tomorrow. Today was for Allie and wiping away the filth of his morning. He didn’t care if he showed impatience and eagerness to be with the woman he loved. She was his world and the rest of the planet could fuck right off.
“When she comes out here, eyes off,” he growled into his phone before hanging up.
Thirty seconds later he heard the front door slam and the tap tap of her shoes as she wandered through the house. She headed right out the back door and onto the patio, shading her eyes with her hand. She didn’t see him at first and he didn't call to her, instead drinking in her easy beauty in a sleeveless light blue summer dress with gold and red splashes along the hem that hugged her curves. She had a cardigan over her elbow that she’d been wearing earlier and sandals with low heels on her feet. She wore her long hair swept back in a loose ponytail with curls cascading down her back.
When she caught sight of him, she grinned, dumped her purse on the pool tiles and launched herself into his arms. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her off the ground while she held onto his shoulders and laughed as she went unexpectedly airborne. He cupped the back of her head and pressed her head into his neck, burying his face in her hair and drawing her scent into his lungs as though he hadn’t touched her in years.
Gently, he lowered her back onto her feet and kissed her lips, cheeks and chin. She laughed and kissed him back. He knew they were acting like their separation had been much longer than just a few hours, but in reality they hadn’t been out of each other’s sight since her kidnapping. The separation had been wrenching for both of them, though they knew it was necessary for a healthy relationship.
“Tell me you hated every moment and never want to go back,” Jay demanded, taking her hand and pulling her down onto one of the wide couches in the shade of the patio terrace.
Allie laughed. “I loved every moment, Jay. It was amazing! I don't know what changed your mind, but you can’t know how much going back to work means to me. Even if sending five bodyguards was a little bit overkill.”
Jay felt pain bloom in his chest and took her hand in his. Turning it over, he kissed her palm. “I should never have taken that from you. I was being selfish. When I saw you in that little office on the Zheng He pointing that gun at me, ready to take down anyone threatening you, I realized how much of a fighter you are. Fuck, baby, you’ve fought me beautifully every step of the way and I just never saw it properly. I only saw the possibility of you getting hurt if I let you go.”
She lifted his hand and kissed his knuckles. “You just wanted to keep me safe,” she said softly.
“I’m the one that put you in danger,” he growled, his voice hard. His fingers stiffened around hers as they remembered the way she was taken and her rough recovery after, the concussion and the nightmares.
She shook her head. “Hershel did that.”
“I trusted him.”
Allie wiggled closer to him until she was sitting in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and pressed her head against his chest, listening to his heart beat steadily. It comforted her to hear proof that the man that she loved more than her own life was here with her.
“You can’t beat yourself up, Jay. You trusted a boy with a childhood that was similar to yours. Only his shaped him into a different kind of man than you. I’m assuming you would have done a thorough background check on him, like any of your men. He was a great actor, nothing about him sent up any red flags for me either and I’m trained to see manipulation and lies from a mile away. He was a master!”
Jay nodded thoughtfully. She continued, “You also chose to trust the guys that came and helped to get me back. You trusted Greg who’s been watching over me like some kind of psycho mother hen from the moment I got back. And you trusted Feng to help break down Li Wei’s organization from the inside. You managed all this without any bloodshed.”
Jay didn’t think it would be prudent to mention Hershel’s fate at this point, which most definitely included plenty of bloodshed.
“My mom chose to trust that little boy that climbed in through a hotel window to save her life. If she hadn’t done that, then neither of us would be here,” Allie whispered.
Jay’s arms tightened around her and he nuzzled her hair with his nose. She shifted on his lap, wiggling her delicious ass all over his cock. He groaned and gripped her hips tightly, guiding himself against her.
“If you’re determined to stay mad at yourself, then I’m just going to have to work on cheering you up,” she said breathlessly, turning around on his lap and sliding down his body.
“Fuck, Allie,” he groaned, seeing where she was headed. “I thought I told you, no more this week.”
After she was recovered enough to resume a sexual relationship she’d been obsessed with giving him blowjobs for some reason. Not that he was complaining, but it drove him insane. He never lasted very long once her gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock. She’d been shy and hesitant at first, but then, as she gained confidence, she pretty much blew him to the edge of insanity. He usually returned the favour, but he could only orgasm so many times compared to her and he didn’t particularly enjoy being at a disadvantage.
She slid down his body and off the edge of the couch until she was kneeling at his feet between his spread knees. She reached for the zipper on his jeans, but he caught her hand in his and raised an eyebrow at her. She bit her lip and batted her long, silky dark eyelashes at him. He was fucked.
“Please, Jay,” she moaned huskily, rubbing her breasts against his knees.
Fuck.
He released her hand and leaned back against the lounge couch. Reaching back he stripped his T-shirt off and tossed it while she carefully slid his zipper down and reached into his jeans to pull out his already hard cock. She grinned up at him, pleased with her prize. He had trouble not grinning back. Instead, he adopted a stern expression.
“You stop when I tell you to this time. Am I clear?” he asked, using his best no nonsense boss voice.
She nodded solemnly and, without wasting any more time, leaned forward between his legs and licked him from the base of his penis to the tip. She watched curiously with her head tilted to the side as his own head fell and his eyes rolled back. She liked watching his reactions, the little witch. She continued to lick him, swiping her tongue up and around until she reached the tip, then starting over again, teasing him until he was ready to grab her and force her head onto his cock. Then, finally, as if sensing his growing frustration, she enveloped the tip in her hot, velvet mouth and, with agonizing slowness, sank down.
After weeks of practice she was almost able to take all of him. He knew she was afraid of relaxing her throat and taking him the rest of the way. He would teach her, but for now he still wanted to be gentle. It didn’t matter. The feel of her mouth, no matter how far she took him, felt like fucking heaven on his dick. He knew she genuinely enjoyed working him over. Her pussy was wet every single time. The thought made him even harder, driving him closer to the edge of coming in her gorgeous little mouth. He knew she could feel it. She brought her hand up to the base of his cock in anticipation.
He couldn’t have that. He wasn’t going to come anywhere but inside of Allie’s precious little pussy today. “Time to stop, love,” he told her.
Of course, she did not stop. She loved having this small bit of power over him. He took her ponytail in his fist and gently pulled her off of his dick until the tip popped out of her mouth. She frowned, her red lips pouting beautifully. He dragged her up his lap and kissed her, ravaging her mouth his lips and tongue, forcing her to take all of his years of pent up need for her. She held on to him and gave as good as she got, her attraction for him flaring hotly between them as she moaned helplessly into his mouth.
Jay jerked her around on her knees until she was facing away from him. He took a fistful of her dress and tore it down the back. Too bad, it was a lovely dress. Just not as beautiful as her flawless, brown skin. She gasped and held her arms out in disbelief as he yanked off the tatters of her dress.
“Jay!” she said, half laughing and half shouting in protest. “I liked that dress!”
When he finished pulling the dress from her, he quickly disposed of her bra and panties in a similar manner. Her shoes probably landed near the pool, if not in the actual pool, but he didn’t care.
“I’ll buy you a dozen more just like it,” he said gruffly, pulling her up into his lap. She tried to crawl up facing him, but he pushed her face down over his lap so her ass was on display.
“I wanted that one, not a new one!” she said, wiggling all over his lap, her bare belly against his exposed cock.
“Yeah, well I asked you to stop fucking me with your mouth, and you didn’t listen, did you, Allison?” he asked, his voice low.
Allie froze. Too late she realized his intention. His hand came down on her ass, making her jump. He spanked her several times. Not hard enough to hurt her, just hard enough to spark sizzling heat in her backside that spread throughout her body. Soon she was squirming on his lap, her body flushed with arousal. Jay paused from spanking to nudge her legs apart and slide his fingers into her dripping pussy. She moaned deep in her throat and pushed back against him, wiggling her hips to deepen the sensations. She dug her fingers into the couch cushions and buried her face in a pillow.
Jay alternated spanking her reddened ass cheeks with thrusting his fingers into her pussy. From this angle, with her body arched across his lap, he was able to easily reach her g-spot, caressing her into an explosive orgasm that was most likely heard by his entire security team. Jay decided it was a good thing they had been pre-warned of his intentions, or the couple might have been rudely interrupted by well-meaning snipers. He didn’t like the idea of their knowing what was happening under the shade of his patio terrace, but it was better than no protection at all.
Allie was beginning to relax from her explosive orgasm. He grinned down at her sprawled across his lap. Her juices were soaking into his jeans, which turned him on like nothing else. He couldn’t wait to get inside that tight pussy. He leaned over and kissed her warm ass cheek, still imprinted with a red handprint. He shifted her slightly so he could slide out from under her and, standing, removed his jeans and briefs.
Jay grinned down at her. He nudged her leg off the couch and opened her pussy up. She instinctively tried to close her legs, but he slid between them. Despite her growing boldness, Allie could still be shy. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up until she was on her knees, then pushed two long fingers into her pussy and pumped them against her g-spot. She shouted and tried to crawl away, but he held her still, forcing her to take the intense sensations until she was bucking wildly against him and coming again. Once her channel began clamping down on his fingers, he replaced them with his cock, slamming himself home.
Allie screamed hoarsely, digging her hands into the couch cushions and pushing back against him, burying herself on his cock, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure Jay would always provide for her. He knew between the blowjob she gave him and strangling tightness of her soft pussy he wasn’t going to last long. Reaching under her, he glided his fingers across her slippery clit until she was crying out, clawing the cushions and shuddering as she came underneath him.
Jay thrust himself savagely into her, savouring each pulse of her tightening pussy as she came around him. He came very shortly after her, shouting her name and tangling his fingers in her long hair to force her head back for a kiss. It was more forceful than he meant it to be. He knew he would probably apologize for it, because it probably hurt. It was an expression of the depth of his feelings for her and maybe she knew it, because she never protested when he did things like that.
They collapsed together on the couch, Jay rolling Allie so she wouldn’t be crushed underneath his weight. They lay that way for a while until Allie was able to catch her breath. A cool breeze came off of the ocean, lifting her hair slightly. Jay picked up a lock and rubbed it between his fingers, enjoying the silky texture. Her arm dangled off the side of the couch. She picked up a torn section of her dress and turned accusing velvet brown eyes to him. He thought she’d never looked prettier.
“Do you have something against my clothes?” she demanded.
“On the contrary,” he argued. “I like the way you dress.”
“It doesn’t seem that way,” she grumbled.
He laughed. “I just prefer you naked.”
Allie pushed away from him and stood. He frowned, thoroughly enjoying the view of her gorgeous curves gleaming in the sunlight, but wanting her back in his arms. “Get your ass back here,” he demanded.
She shook her head and walked backward toward the pool. “Come and get me.” She flashed him a grin, turned and dove in. Jay was on his feet and following her into the water within seconds. He had her captured and laughing in the circle of his arms before she could even surface.
They swam together and discussed their plans to travel to Kelowna the following weekend. Allie was particularly excited because her mother was due back from Arizona and Jay had arranged for the two women to spend time together. Jay was looking forward to seeing Rob, Veronica’s husband and the owner of a Vancouver security company. Jay wanted to discuss new ways of keeping eyes on Allie while she was at work without being too invasive. He knew Rob would be on board with the idea of keeping his step-daughter as safe as humanly possible.
“We also need to plan our wedding,” Jay told a floating Allie who he was swimming alongside. She immediately sank beneath the surface and came up spluttering.
She shoved wet hair out of her face and glared at him. “Was that a proposal?” she asked suspiciously.
“No, love,” he told her. “I’m telling you, we’re getting married. You can start planning, the wedding will be in early September at the vineyard.”
Her mouth opened. She stared at him. Then her mouth closed. “Today is July 28th, Jay.”
“Good girl.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m your good dog, Jay Le Croix. A September wedding is impossible! My mother is going to lose her mind and you know it. Plus, that was the worst wedding proposal ever. I don’t remember agreeing to marry you. Do you remember my last shit show of a marriage? Because I sure do. I’m not exactly eager to get on that party train again.”
Jay took her by the arms and pulled her relentlessly into the muscular hardness of his naked body, letting her feel his arousal beneath the surface of the water. His anger at her words dissipated as he looked down at her and saw the genuine fear in her eyes. She was scared.
He tucked a section of wet hair behind her ear and glided his hands over her cheek and then down across her neck and collarbone. She looked so vulnerable, but also tough at the same time. She was a beautiful contradiction and that was part of what he loved so much about her. Her wedding gift would be the ten years of birthday, Christmas and graduation gifts he’d purchased but never been able to give her. There were also years worth of letters he’d written to her and stored in a promise box along with the gifts to one day give the woman he loved.
“Allie, I’m never letting you go. I’ve loved you since the first breath you took. I won’t survive without you. I want to be tied to you in every way possible. Every part of me is yours, I belong to you. Do you understand?” he asked huskily.
“Yes,” she whispered, stepping closer to him.
He brought his hands up to her face and touched her ears then cupped her jaw and tilted her head. Pressing his lips against hers, he said, “Because you’re mine.”
THE END