Bookish (26 page)

I hadn’t realized how much Isaac’s love would help me heal. With each pass of his tongue across my clit, I felt myself gaining strength. Jolts of pleasure rolled across my body and gathered in the back of my head until bright lights exploded and I could no longer contain myself.

I looked down at the most perfect man in the world, his face framed by my thighs and his tongue intent on getting me off and I came. I shuddered and rocked, he gripped my thighs with his hands and held me in place as I writhed on the countertop.

“Isaac,” I exhaled sharply. He looked up as my orgasm subsided, his eyes were glittering with triumph and desire, and I realized how much he’d needed this too.

Together we would get past anything, from Auntie Abby’s death to the public scandal regarding his birth.

Together we were stronger.

Chapter Thirty Four

He didn’t hesitate, he kissed his way back up my body until our lips were hungrily locked and I had my legs wrapped around his hips.

Once the floodgates were open, our need took over and there was no stopping us. He picked me up and I clung to him as he walked us towards the bedroom. He set me gently onto the bed and stood above me, letting his gaze wander across my body.

A couple months ago I would have shrunk from his bold assessment. Now I knew he wanted me, curves and flaws and all. I wanted him in all his perfection, knowing that even though he projected confidence to the world, he and I had more in common than I ever would have suspected.

“I want you naked,” he said and yanked at my skirt. I lifted my ass and let him drag it off me. “There, much better. Now open yourself for me, Ms. Britton. Touch yourself, let me see.”

I let out a small moan at the commanding tone, I loved it when he told me what to do, it satisfied some base need in me.

I watched him as I reached down and touched myself for him, ran my finger across my clit where his tongue had been only moments before. He let out a quiet growl and began to strip.

He pulled his shirt off over his head and I was filled with pride and lust, that perfect, rippled, bulging body was mine. The tattoos that had caused so much controversy between us moved as he twisted and tossed the shirt behind him. They were beautiful, and once again I was honored that he had shared his story with me.

Even though Chloe had taken that and tried to destroy us with it, the tattoos still held a deeply meaningful spot in my heart.

He turned back, grinned and unbuttoned his jeans. I realized I was holding my breath as I waited for the big moment, to see his massive cock again. God, how I’d missed that particular part of him.

“This is it Ms. Britton,” he smiled, “Once I’m naked, there’s no turning back.”

“Would you please hurry it along, Mr. James?” I laughed, “I’m getting lonely over here. I’ve done enough of this over the past few weeks to last a lifetime.” I languidly stroked my pussy for emphasis and smiled at his reaction. He stripped the pants off, followed by his boxer briefs, and let his monster spring free.

“I know how you feel,” he said as he climbed between my legs and dragged my arms up with him.

He positioned himself at my entrance, held my hands above my head and stared into my eyes, ready to thrust ahead and join us again as one.

“Wait,” I said breathlessly, “Do we need a condom? Has there been anyone…” I couldn’t even finish the question, fear of his answer nearly stopped my heart and pierced my ribs with anxiety.

“Anyone?” he asked, confused. He caught on and laughed, “Oh dear god, no. Ms. Britton, I am afraid I am solely yours. There is nothing you can do about it at this point.”

“Good,” I smiled, “I just saw some things in the press.”

“Carefully arranged dates and events,” he said, calming my irrational desperation with each word, “my PR team didn’t think it was good for my brand if I was seen as a boring loser with a broken heart every time I went out.”

“But were you?”

“Oh yes,” he said, suddenly very serious, “I was nothing without you, Aubrey. I was a pathetic, mewling mess. Even against my family’s wishes, I came back to you.”

“They know?” I asked, “About us?”

“Oh yes, no more secrets. I don’t care if they approve or not, I’m so in love with you that I made my choice and made it very clear where my loyalties lie.”

“Do they hate me?” I asked, “All of them?”

“They were terribly upset when they thought it was you, but once my investigator came up with information indicating otherwise, they were less upset. In fact, Madeline was thrilled. She really likes you.”

“Oh thank god,” I said and felt one more source of anxiety flee my body. “But you could have just asked me, you know.”

“I know Aubrey,” he said with a dark look flitting across his beautiful features, “I was wrong. I was so wrong. Never underestimate the power of a proper British family and their ability to oppress their feelings and control their children.”

“I’m just thrilled that Madeline doesn’t hate me. The rest of it means nothing to me now, as long as I have you.” I smiled and kissed him.

“You’ll never get rid of me now. But since that’s been established, Ms. Britton, might we get back to the sex?” he asked with a lopsided grin.

“Oh yes, Mr. James, please continue,” I giggled. I was cut short as he plunged himself inside of me, my laughter quickly turning to gasps of surprised pleasure.

I’d truly forgotten how incredible it felt to have Isaac James inside of me. He stretched me wide, filled me up and completed me. My body on its own felt ungainly and awkward at times, my body joined to Isaac’s felt liquid, like sinewy energy. I felt elegant and primal, loved and needed.

I dug my fingernails into his back, wrapped my legs around him, and tried to pull him into me as deeply as he could get.

“Fuuuuck…love…” he rasped and plunged into me, harder and faster as we picked up a frenzied pace.

I pulled at him again, groaned as he suddenly slowed and pulled out, each inch of him in agonizing contact with my body.

I dug my fingernails in and tried to pull him back, tried to force him inside of me again. I panted and grew frustrated at his lack of cooperation.

I looked up and Isaac was watching me with a bemused expression. “Don’t try to take control, Miss Briton. It doesn’t suit you.”

And with that, I knew I was putty in his hands. He was right, he was in control of this aspect of our love, and I wanted it. I wanted him to order me to be his slut, I wanted him to demand my absolute compliance, and I wanted him to give me that freedom. The freedom to have wild, passionate, guilt-free sex.

After all, how could I say no to him?

“Yes, Mr. James,” I said from under my thick lashes, “What would you have me do?”

“I want you to ask me for it. Tell me what you want. I want to hear you beg for my cock, Miss Briton.”

God it was so fucking hot, listening to him talk to me like that. I felt a heat creeping up my body and my cheeks flamed red from embarrassment and lust.

I knew what he wanted though, and I wasn’t about to turn him down. “I need you to fuck me, Isaac. I need to feel your thick cock inside of me, stretching me wide and filling me up. I want my pussy to be dripping with your cum.”

It was the dirtiest thing I think had ever left my lips, and it had the desired effect. Isaac’s eyes glazed with pure desire and he dove back inside of me, thrusting and fucking me harder than before.

He was making the most insanely hot little growling noises with each thrust forward. I felt wave after wave of bliss roll over me, dragging me under until I could barely breathe with the intensity of it.

“I’m coming,” I managed to gasp as the final tsunami hit and pulled me down. I heard myself moaning his name and breathing raggedly, felt my fingers dig into him and my pussy clench around him, milking him.

I was also exploding, lights and jolts were going off behind my closed eyelids.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded, “I want to see your beautiful eyes when I fill your pussy.”

My eyes snapped open and our gaze locked. I felt his body stiffen up and his hot seed pulsed from his throbbing cock. I felt our bodies collide one last time, frozen for a moment, hanging still in time, until we crashed back down together.

He rolled immediately and dragged me on top of him, his cock still hard and still inside of me. Our ragged panting was in time with one another and my sweat dropped down on him and stung my eyes as I let go and fell onto his body.

He stroked my hair as our hearts beat a million times a minute. I felt his cock slowly pull out, and I felt my inner thighs slick with our mutual lust. I felt it all, and more importantly, I felt whole again.

I didn’t know how long it would last, but I felt complete. I felt like Aubrey again, and it was perfect.

This was perfect.

Chapter Thirty Five

I called in sick the next day, and the day after that. Isaac cancelled an interview with a local fashion blog, and we ordered a lot of take out, anything that could be delivered and eaten in bed.

We watched movies, we cuddled, we fucked and we talked, we planned our future and we healed our past.

And we fucked. Again and again. I had completely forgotten how essential sex was to a relationship and to my life. Something I vowed to never take for granted again.

Marta was forgiving and greeted me with raised brows as I stumbled in on the third day wearing a grin the size of Texas.

“I do believe that is the expression the cat wears when it catches the canary,” she laughed as I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

“It might be,” I said, “it feels good to be happy again though.”

“You deserve it,” she replied.

I suddenly felt a blunt thud of guilt in the pit of my stomach. “How’s the house? How are the cats?” I felt guilty because I still felt as though I’d shirked my duties and shoved my problems into Marta’s lap. What would Auntie Abby think knowing that I’d abandoned the cats?

“It is fantastic,” she said with a grin of her own, “I love the house and the cats. Mr. Perkins might be my favourite though, but Annie May has a big piece of my heart. Oh, and Tom Tom…he’s a sweetheart…but that Gracie, she’s a joy…and–”

“I get it,” I said with my hand up, laughing, “Wow I didn’t think anyone would love them as much as Auntie Abby.”

She blushed and said, “I do. I guess I’m just a crazy cat lady after all.”

“That’s good for them and me,” I replied, “just let me know if you aren’t comfortable with the situation at all. Promise?”

“Definitely. And I want you to promise you’ll let me live there even after I tell you my news.”

“What news is that?”

“I’m selling the store.”

“What? I mean I knew you wanted to, but why now?”

“I can’t keep up with the payments,” she said sadly, “sales have slowed down because everybody wants books on their computers now.”

I suddenly had an idea. I wanted a job, and Auntie Abby had left me a little money. “What would you be asking for it?” I asked.

“That depends on who’s buying it,” she replied with a grin, “I might give you a discount if you’re interested.”

“Let me talk to my lawyer and I’ll talk to you about it.”

We agreed, and I stalked the aisles imagining it as my little book store. I loved the place, and digital books could never take the place of a real book in my opinion. It just needed to be marketed better, to let people know it was there.

I worked the day feeling strangely lighter. I felt as though the pieces of my life were finally falling together.

***

“Surely you have a couple extra zeros on this figure,” I said and shoved the papers back to the lawyer.

“Nope, that’s the amount,” he said, “your Aunt had a sixth sense when it came to investing. She made herself quite the bundle over the years.”

“I’d say,” I replied, “This is all mine?”

“All yours, I just need to know where you want it deposited. Also, I need to know if you want to sell her Apple stock or keep it.”

“She had Apple stock? She didn’t even own an iPhone!”

“She had a friend who hit her up in the early eighties for a loan. Instead of paying her back, he gave her shares in the company. They’re worth an estimated eight million in today’s market.”

“On top of the five million you’re giving me?”

“Yes, plus the house, the properties in Oregon and the antiques and jewelry. The total estate is quite significant.”

“Yeah,” I replied, stunned. “What do I need to do?”

“Give me your banking information and I’ll have it deposited. I’ll have the property deeds transferred, and for the stock?”

“Keep it in the company,” I replied, feeling very rich all of a sudden. I didn’t know why Auntie Abby had lived such a frugal life if she had this kind of money. I almost felt guilty being excited about it.

I left the office and Isaac was waiting for me outside. We walked to his car before I told him what I’d just found out.

Between the two of us, we were quite the power couple when it came to finances.

“First things first, we’re buying you a brand new reliable car,” he said, “I can’t stand the thought of you breaking down by yourself somewhere.”

“Actually,” I said slowly, “I know the first thing I want to buy.”

“What is it, love?” he asked with a sly smile, “Something sexy for you to wear? Perfect, let’s go shopping now!”

I laughed and punched him playfully in the shoulder. “No, I want to buy Marta’s book store.”

“Really?” he replied, looking me up and down, “a business owner? That sounds like a great idea!”

“Do you think so? I mean, I know it’s risky. People love their digital books now, and I know real book sales are way down. But I’d hate to see the store close.”

“I could always help you out,” he said, “Bring in the sex crazed romance readers with my charming personality.”

“Yeah,” I said, deadpan, “I’m sure it’s your personality they’d all be checking out when they asked you to grab a book off the top shelf.”

He laughed and shook his hips, showing off his perfect ass. “Well, whatever gets them through the door making my girl’s shop a success.”