CHAPTER NINETEEN
Jason was allowed to go home three days after he woke up, his nurses and attending physician shocked by the speed of his recovery. His scar was barely visible, and there had been no infection or complication. He was ready to get right back to work, but Damian insisted he take a small vacation, no doubt so he could continue to manage the damage control. There would be no trial due to Vincent’s death, but that was a mess within the Darkblood Society. One Jason was happy to avoid.
He thought about Mary often, and in hindsight, her hospital visit felt like a dream. It probably was a dream. What were the chances she’d be there so conveniently to tell him everything he ever wanted to hear? It was unlikely, at best. At any rate, she never returned, and since his phone was broken, he didn’t have her number. He considered driving to her bar, but if his vision of her had been nothing more than that, then he wanted to respect her wishes and not contact her.
But he really missed the sound of her voice.
He missed it so much that he thought he was hearing things when he heard it outside his office door a week after he returned to work.
“No, I don’t have an appointment. I didn’t realize one was necessary. Is he really that busy in there?”
Jason shot up from his desk and hurried to the door. “It’s fine, thanks, Frankie. Come on in, Ms. Simmons.” He shut the door and added, “It’s great to see you.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”
“I don’t know. You weren’t answering any of my calls and I couldn’t get a hold of you here.”
“Your calls? My phone got busted that night. I got a new one and I didn’t have your number.”
“Oh. Oh, is that all? I thought...I thought I really blew it.”
Jason swallowed. “No. I wanted to come and see you, but I wasn’t sure if it was just a dream. It seemed like it.”
“They released my father’s body since the case was closed. I had the funeral and—”
Jason cut her explanation off with a gentle kiss. She moaned and parted her lips, the tip of her tongue glancing over his. The delicate touch sent a shock through him, and his arms tightened around her, his chest and groin both throbbing. She returned his embrace, her body fitting so wonderfully against his. Their tongues became more bold, their hands exploratory, each of them searching for skin, absorbing heat, raising goosebumps. They both came to the same conclusion at the same time, working together to tear away the barrier of their clothes.
He fell backward into the nearest chair, pulling her onto his lap. The position was perfect, giving him the best view of her gorgeous body as she positioned his hard cock between her thighs. He sought out her sweet, velvet heat, thrusting his hips forward, and she shifted to meet him, guiding him deeper and deeper.
With her hands on his shoulders, she met his gaze and began rotating her hips, grinding down on his dick, her juices making him slick, coating him from the tip to his balls. She groaned with each rotation, her muscles clenching around him, pulsing and fluttering, driving him crazy. His hands slid over her hips and up the curve of her back, then over her breasts. He cupped them with gentle pressure, teasing the nipples until they were hard and throbbing. With a moan, she cupped the back of his head, guiding his mouth to one pebbled peak. His tongue darted out, rolling over her skin before tugging the nub between his teeth. She keened her approval, arching her back and driving her hips down.
The more pressure he put on her nipple, the harder she fucked him, her nails raking over his shoulders and down his arms, her shouts getting louder and louder. He was sure everybody on the floor knew exactly what they were doing, but he really didn’t care. Nothing sounded as good as her shouts of pleasure, nothing felt as good as her body clenching around him, holding him down, taking and giving everything she could, everything she had.
His other hand slid between their bodies, finding her engorged clit. He pressed his finger to the throbbing flesh, moaning her name as he felt the first constriction of her impending orgasm. Lights flashed behind his eyes, and he pulled his tongue from her nipple, lifting his head to find her mouth. He kissed her hungrily, with the full force of his desire, his hunger, and his love. He did love her. From the moment he saw her outside his door, he knew it for a fact.
She broke apart, shouting his name as she shattered in his arms, which obliterated the last of his self-control. His cock jerked deep inside of her, and all he could do was hold her as he shuddered through the waves of pleasure.
“Oh, I missed you,” he sighed.
“I missed you, too. And I have something for you.”
“Something else?”
“Yes. I really can’t wait to show you.”
“Do I have to let you go?”
“I need my briefcase. I’ll be right back.”
With a sigh, he reluctantly released her. She crossed the room to where she’d discarded her brief case, pulled out a folio and returned to his lap, exactly as she promised.
“I had a friend of mine draw these up. They’re just suggestions. I’m not saying we have to go with any of them but I thought you might be interested, and well, here.”
At first, he didn’t quite understand what he was seeing. And then he didn’t quite believe it. It was Adventure Isle—now Dragon Isle—and each page held a new design; all taken from his original ideas, but expanded and perfected. The new rides, the Reptile House, the concert venue and park were all brightly, beautifully illustrated.
“What do you think?” she asked once he reached the last page.
“I think that’s a damn fine park. But I thought you weren’t interested in that market?”
“I want to honor my father’s memory and build the amusement park of his dreams. Will you help me?”
“It would be my honor. In the meantime, can I take you out to dinner?”
“What about round two?”
“Let’s eat and then we can have rounds two through eight.”
Mary grinned. “That’s what I like about you. You always have really good ideas.”
He kissed a line down her neck. “Is that all you like about me?”
She sighed, her head dropping back. “Among other things.”
“I could spend hours telling you about what I love about you.”
“Oh good. We’ll have something to talk about during dinner.”
Jason laughed and pulled her closer. During dinner, and then, for the rest of their lives.
THE END