Accepting Destiny (16 page)

I pull up the suit and adjust the thin straps, shoving the girls up and in to the built in cup. Whoa. Talk about cleavage. He’s gonna freak and make me take this off, which would be a good thing.

I wrap the sarong that I picked up, around my waist to cover my ass and thighs. There, that’s better. Though it’s going to be hard to swim with this thing around me and I don’t plan to take it off until I am fully submerged in the water. I decide to sneak out without him so I can jump in before he knows I have, that will be a good way to hide my flubber.

I still don’t understand what he sees in me, really. I know I should just go with it, but it’s hard. I see myself for what I really am, and maybe with some work
, I can see what he sees. I sure hope so, because I hate feeling this way. Maybe I should go on a diet and start jogging or joining Heather at the gym. Yeah, I’ll look in to that once I am finally home and back to my normal life. Normal. There’s that word again.

I grab a beach towel out of the closet and sneak down the stairs and head out to the pool. I look around and don’t see Jackson, but I can hear Hilda in the kitchen
, knocking around pots and pans. I take a deep breath of whatever it is she is cooking and damn that smells good, my tummy rumbling again. Been a long time since I’ve had a home cooked meal.

I step out on to the deck, the humidity slapping me across the f
ace and fogging up my sunglasses. I don’t see Jackson, so I drop the sarong and glasses and step in to the cool water. Well, warm water I guess, but it’s better than the stifling heat.

Once the water is up to my shoulders I lean back and wet my hair
. I float on my back adjusting to the temperature. I’ve always loved the water and decide to start my exercise routine now with some laps.

I get through three or four laps and stop at the edge, coming up for air. I look up and Jackson is standing by the side of the pool
. He is wearing low hung swim trunks, that sexy patch of hair disappearing between the vee of his abdomen. Holy shit. My eyes trail up his chest, to those steamy green eyes and I melt back in to the water.

He hunkers down and looks at me, amusement in his eyes. “Getting some exercise are we?”

“Ummm, just a few laps. I was on the swim team in school and I’ve kinda missed it,” I say, as I push back off the wall, still staring at his amazing body.

“Well, carry on,” h
e says, as he slides in to the water.

I start the backstroke and make my way to the other end of the pool, but not putting my head back in the water. My eyes stay glued to him as he stalks forward towards me, following me with a predatory look in his eyes. I reach the wall and stop, because I can’t go back the way I came.

He reaches me in the deep end, the water only up to his shoulders yet, I can’t touch the bottom without going under. He cages me to the side of the pool, one hand on either side of me as I hold myself up. He slides his hands under my arms and pulls me to him, my legs wrapping around his waist.

I lock my ankles behind his back and grab on to his shoulders. I can feel his erection pressing against me, even though the water is cool. Don’t guys usually shrivel up in cold water? I laugh internally
, because my mind goes weird places sometimes.

He grinds his cock against me
, as he walks backwards to shallower water, then edges himself towards the side of the pool. He lifts me up and sits me on the side, my legs dangling in the water. He stands in between my thighs and presses his fingers in to my thighs.

“What is this you have on?” He asks me, a hint of anger in his eyes, or is it amusement?

“A bathing suit,” I answer a little smarter than I probably should have.

He groans as his fingers trace my skin
, under the thin straps over my shoulders, then travel just over the swell of my breasts that are pushed up over the top. This suit actually put the girls up to where they are supposed to be. “Where’s the bikini?” He asks, as his eyes travel over my body, stopping between my legs that are spread open for him to stand between.

“I’ll wear it soon. Baby steps.”

“Mmmm, can’t wait to see you in that one, and out of it,” he says, as he looks back into my eyes and leans in for a kiss.

Not wanting to put on such an elaborate public display of affection, I sco
ot back and push his hands off me, diving back into the water, over his head. I come up on the other side and blink away the chlorinated water to look back at him, but he’s gone. Then I see his long lithe body under the water, coming towards me like a shark.

He pops up just in front of me.

“Baby steps?”

I nod, “Yes, baby steps.”

“Baby, I’ve already seen you naked. A bikini is not far from that.”

“I know, but you know how I am. I’m not comfortable with my bo
dy and I need to work my way into this kind of exposure. If there were other people here, I’d be in shorts and a tee shirt, swimming fully clothed.”

“No you wouldn’t, not with me around. Ally, you are beautiful and I will never stop saying that. Now kiss me before I lose my mind.”

As his lips come down on mine, the combination of the cool water and his hot tongue sends a shiver down my spine. His arms go around my neck and he pulls me against him, as he walks backwards, in to deeper water. I wrap my legs around his waist because I can no longer touch the bottom. His mouth never leaving mine.

He turns around and lifts me to the side of the pool, my ass making a wet squishy sound as it hits concrete. A split second later his face is pressed between my thighs and he’s pressing his tongue against me in an erotic display of affection. “Jackson, no. What if someone sees?”

I ask, as I try to push his head away.

He pulls back and looks at me, his eyes full of heat and passion. “Then let them see. I hav
e no problem having an audience,” And he goes right back to where he was, his fingers pulling aside my wet bathing suit and his heated breath fluttering along my now aching flesh.

I squeezed my thighs shut, effectively trapping him in between them. Not a good look, but it is what it is. He chuckles against me and the vibrations turned up the heat just a notch. “Jackson, not here. Let’s go inside. You might not care to have an audience, but I do. Please......ungh!!” I flop my head back as his tongue penetrates me. A few more seconds of this and I won’t care about an audience either.

I guess the squeezing of my thighs on his head, has caused a breathing malfunction and he pulls back, gasping for air and then grabbing my knees to pull me back in the water. Once again, my legs wrap around him and I hold on to his shoulders, my sex grinding against the bulge in his bathing suit.

He walks backwards to the steps and crawls on to them, leaving me straddling his lap. He pushes his fingers through my hair and pulls my face to his, his lips ghosting over mine in a sweet but
sensual kiss. “Let’s go inside,” he says, as he stands up, my body slowly sliding down his, my hands trailing down his chest and abdomen.

He sucks in a breath and pulls me against him. I look up at his face and he’s smiling, but it’s not a happy smile. Well, it is kinda, but it’s more a sexy smirk and my heart drops to my stomach because I suddenly feel like I’m in for it.

He takes my hand and leads me up the stairs and on to the screened in porch, then into the house. The air conditioning blasting against my wet skin. He doesn’t drop my hand, just pulls me along to the sofa in the living room. He coaxes me to sit down and I comply, because I can’t bear to argue with him. The look in his eyes could melt steel, and that’s exactly what I feel like doing right now, melting.

He stands in front of me, my eyes now level with his rising cock. My body freezes as he drags his fingers through my wet hair down to my shoulders, then he gently tips my face up to look at him. I know what he wants and my body is caving in, ready to give it to him.

“Wait. Where’s Hilda?” I ask, as I glance towards the kitchen.

“She ran in to Port Saint Joe for a few groceries. We have about an hour before she gets back.”

I reach up and undo the drawstring to his bathing suit, my fingers are cold and shaking as I tug the laces free. I tuck my thumbs under his waist band and tug down, freeing his now fully alert cock. I lean in and circle my tongue around the engorged head, taking the small drop of fluid that lingers there with me. A low growl rumbles out of his chest as I take him fully in to my mouth.

I feel his fingers press in to my scalp and he pulls me towards him, causing the tip to hit the back of my throat. I relax my throat and try to avoid gagging a
s my eyes start to water. He senses my discomfort and releases me, allowing me to pull back. The combination of the sun, chlorine and Jackson is filling my senses. I drag my tongue along the underside, then swirl it around the head before taking him in to the root again. My lips hitting his pubic curls.

“Jesus, Ally. This is all go
ing to be over before it starts,” He says, as he tries to pull out of me, but I clamp my lips around him and suck even harder, a silent message that I’m not stopping. I feel his cock swell and throb under my tongue as he rolls his head back, groaning. “I’m gonna come Alexandra, you’d better.......” And his voice stops as the warm fluids spray to the back of my throat. I swallow it all down, tugging and pulling every last drop.

I can feel his legs trembling under my hands, which are pr
essed against his thighs. “Shit,” He breathes out on a deep sigh. He tips my head up to look at his eyes and I lick the remaining drops off of my lips.

He reaches under my arms to lift me up
, when the phone in the kitchen goes off, jerking us both out of the moment. “Damn it,” he says, as he pulls his bathing suit back up and turns towards the kitchen.

“What?” He screams in to the receiver. Then
, his eyes drop and he turns his back to me.

My heart starts racing and a huge lump forms in my throat. I can tell by his reaction that whatever it is, isn’t good. He talks q
uietly now, so I can’t hear him. I stay put and watch his body movements and how he keeps dragging his hand through his hair. Something isn’t right and my gut feeling tells me......well, I’ll let him tell me.

He sets the phone down and leans in to the table, his head dropped between his arms. I can see his
biceps flexing and bulging, the vein in his neck is throbbing. He stands upright and turns to me, a gloomy look in his eyes.

“I have to go back to Atlanta. Something’s com
e up and.......and I have to go,” he says.

“It’s okay, I’ll go with you. I need to get back to......”

“NO! You will stay here with Hilda and the security team. I’ll have one of them take me to the airport in Panama City. I have to go......promise me you’ll stay here.”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on. You dragged me down here and now
, you’re leaving me here alone. I want to know what’s happening, I deserve to know.”

He takes a deep breath and looks at me, but I can tell by the look on his face he’s not going to tell me shit. “Jackson, please. Tell me.”

“Something has come up at the office and I need to go take care of it. I’ll be back in a day or so.”

“Jackson, don’t piss me off. Tell me what’s happened.”

“Fine. Someone hacked in to the Woman’s World servers, spewed a virus all over the network and extracted some......proprietary information. I’m the only one that has certain passwords and code, to alleviate the issue and I can’t do it remotely. I’m sorry, but I have to go. I hate to leave you here, but....”

“Then I’ll leave too. I can stay at your penthouse and have James take me to work. I promise to never be alone
, unless I am at your place.”

“No Ally, I’m afraid it isn’t safe there either right now. The network is all connected and the security system was breached. No one broke in, but the alarm is fried and I can’t have you there unprotected.”

I turn my back to him and try to walk away, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me in to him, my back pressing against his chest. “I’m sorry, Ally. But once I clear this up, I’ll be on the first plane back here, I promise.”

I turn to face him. “When do you have to go?”

“Now, well once I get dressed. I’ll leave my things here as a promise to you that I’ll be back in a few days,” he says, then presses a soft kiss against my, now trembling lips. I really....REALLY don’t want to stay here alone. I know the grounds are crawling with security, but without Jackson here.....I won’t feel safe anymore.

Tears prick the back of my eyes and I fight them off, but one slips down m
y cheek. “Shhhh, don’t cry Ally,” he whispers, as he pulls me in to his arms. “You’ll be safe here with security and Hilda, you know, she may be older and small, but she’s feisty,” I chuckle, but it’s a feeble attempt at laughter.

“Okay,
” Is all I can say.....because there is nothing else to say. His kisses my forehead and takes the stairs two by two, to the bedroom. I flop my shaking body on to the sofa and fight off the sobs. I need to hold it together until he leaves, then I’ll bury myself in the pillows where his scent will remain.

Just a few minutes later, he comes back down dressed and ready to go. He looks so good in his cargo shorts and green polo shirt. His eyes feeding off the emerald in his shirt. I fight off the tears again, but he pulls me in to his arms and holds me tight. “I’ll be back in a few days. I left the keys to the car on the dresser, just don’t go anywhere without taking someone with you. Promise me?”