Conviction: Devine (20 page)

I barked out a laugh, moving into her and opening her legs when the table edge propped her arse up. Closing my eyes, I rested my forehead on hers and inhaled her sweet scent. “Why do I always fuck up?”

“Because you love me.”

I smiled at her, tracing the length of her nose with the tip of mine. “I do. I would never have taken Henry from you. I was just hurting. I’m so sorry.”

“You seem to say sorry a lot lately.” She sighed. “I’m hurt that you didn’t trust me, Jake.”

I nodded. “But remember about a year ago when you saw that photo in the paper of Gen and me.” She cringed but nodded. “And that was just a kiss. Imagine receiving photos of us . . . together.”

“Yeah, I know. But you need to trust me. I’m still angry that you installed cameras to keep an eye on me!”

Tasting her lips as I kissed her gently, my dick hardened when she huffed out a faint moan. “I need to see you every second of the day, sweetheart. My heart aches for you constantly. I only check in when I’m away with business, I promise.”

She quirked a brow, calling out my fib. “Yet in the video you just showed me, if I remember rightly, you were home.”

Giving her my best smile, I fluttered my eyelashes, giving her a taste of her own medicine. “Got me, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” she whispered then bit into her bottom lip when I roughly pinched her nipple. I loved the way she lit up with pain, the need in her the only aphrodisiac I needed.

Gripping her face, I pulled her up and spun her round, slamming her back against the wall. Sensing my need, her fingers worked at my belt, unbuckling it quickly before her hand slid into my trousers and she pulled my cock free.

Her teeth were on my neck as she hungrily licked and nipped my skin. Fumbling with her jeans, I managed to slide them down to her thighs before I spun her round to face the wall and thrust inside her urgently.

“Fuck!” we both cried out together. My knees were already trembling with the amazing feel of her cunt around my dick. Our groans were loud, our talk filthy and our love-making as intense as our love for one another.

Her hands slapped against the wall as I fucked her hard and fast, her loud cries clearly filtering through the open window and gaining us a round of applause when we’d finished.

Laughing, Isla turned to me. “I missed you,” she whispered.

“Me or my dick?” I asked, laughing with her as I stuck a hand out of the window and gave everyone a thumbs up.

“Just your dick, darling. Your farting, burping and snoring I haven’t missed.”

“Then I’ll just have to keep you up all night so my snoring doesn’t irritate you.” I smirked.

“Jake.” She smirked back. “I know you have a big dick, and I definitely know you know how to use it. But aside from those amazing characteristics, you’re a man. Once you’ve come, you’re out for the count, snoring compulsory.”

My mouth popped open. “You make it sound like I shoot my load and just roll over.” When she quirked a brow at me, I shrugged and blew her a kiss. “Okay, okay. I’m a typical bloke.”

Her gaze on me softened and she held my cheek. “You’re far from a typical bloke, Jake.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Is there a joke coming?”

Chuckling, she shook her head. “No. You’re my husband and I love you so much. We may create monsters, baby, but our monsters were created for each other.”

I couldn’t have agreed more. Our monsters were the things that bound us, our passion and infatuation with one another the very things our souls fed from. And when I took her again—slowly—over my desk I reminded her just what our monsters were best at.

I
NARROWED MY EYES
on Leah and pressed end on my phone, sighing in frustration and worry when for the hundredth time, Kris declined to answer my calls. He was still missing and my heart ached for my best friend. I had heard nothing. It was as though he’d dropped off the end of the earth and I was becoming anxious. I knew he punished himself for something in his past. He never told me exactly what but I sensed it was something from his childhood and when the pain became too much, that’s when he would visit Miss Genevieve’s and get beaten to within an inch of his life. Four times in the last year I’d picked him up and cared for him. Our hushed conversations and my anger at him during my nursing was what had brought us closer as friends. He trusted me because I kept his secret and I leaned on him, confiding in him when being married to Jake proved to be a little bit overwhelming. Because of our friendship, he had managed to stop the beatings, coming to me whenever the craving became too much. He hadn’t had a relapse for several months yet now,
now
I was worried.

Leah ushered me through the house towards the front door.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Shush. It’s a surprise.”

“What is?”

“Your surprise.”

Rolling my eyes, I relaxed and allowed her to do her thing, her excitement suffocating as she guided me quickly through each room. Making me stand still, she grinned at me then opened the door.

The breath in my lungs caught in my throat as a path of pink rose petals led to a limousine. “Oh!” My eyes landed on the suited driver stood smiling at me.

“Mrs Devine,” he said politely as he handed me a flute of champagne and a single red rose. “Alcohol free.” He gestured to the champagne. “If you would care to climb in we’ll get on our way.”

“On our way where?”

He smiled and tapped his nose. “On the way to your surprise, of course.”

I’d never been the most patient of people and I scowled at him, all their secret ‘surprises’ frustrating me. Turning to Leah, she held up her hand. “Henry is fine, now go.”

“Go where?”

“To see your husband.” She winked. “Wave goodbye to Mummy, Henry.” They both waved like loons as the driver urged me inside and shut the door behind me.

I couldn’t help but grin when I spotted the bottle of ginger beer beside a glass of ice, the only thing I would drink the last time I was pregnant. Jake knew me so well. Quickly exchanging the sweet bubbles for the pure nectar, it slid down my throat effortlessly as I leaned back and rested my head on the back of the seat, enjoying the short ride to wherever.

I couldn’t help thinking that not twenty-four hours ago my life had been so different, full of so much sadness and hopelessness. How quickly things could change.

I blinked when we pulled into the private airport and then straight onto the tarmac where Jake’s small plane stood waiting. After pulling to a stop, the driver got out then opened my door, gesturing for me to climb out.

“If you’d like to follow me, Mrs Devine,” a prim hostess said as she greeted me with a tight smile. “Your husband is waiting for you.”

“Thank you.” I smiled back as falsely before turning back to the driver and thanking him.

“Enjoy your trip.” He winked as he climbed back in and drove away.

The click of the hostess’ heels was regular and perfectly paced as the sound of them echoed across the silent air strip. I couldn’t help but admire her pert little bottom packed nice and snugly in her short grey skirt. I’ll admit I gave a jealous pout as I followed her up the steps and into the plane.

“Mr Devine, your wife is here,” she drawled politely.

“Thank you, Amanda. Please escort her in.”

Amanda turned, flashed me her pearly whites then moved to the side of the doorway and allowed me to pass.

From the first day I saw him, Jake took my breath away every time my eyes found him. He was stood to one side of the compact cabin, his gaze snapping to me as I walked in. He didn’t smile. He didn’t greet me with any words, nor did he acknowledge me with a gesture. He simply stood, simmering and intense. His chest heaved high and low behind the cover of his crisp light blue shirt, the top button already popped open and the knot of his tie loosened.

“Hey,” I choked out, fighting against the tightening of my vocal chords with the pure rawness he radiated. His deep green irises burnt into me and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

Silently placing his glass of whisky on the table beside him, he turned and flashed a look to Amanda. “Leave us.”

She blinked, as stunned as I was by the husky growl of his demand before she tipped her head and walked into the cockpit, sliding the door closed behind her. My vocal chords had gone on strike and my knees trembled when he slowly stalked across the small space towards me. I gasped when he suddenly gripped my chin and yanked my face up so my eyes were on his.

“Isla,” he breathed as he ran his thumb harshly across my bottom lip. “Do you have any idea how much I want to hear you beg?”

“Beg?”

“Beg—for—me—to—fuck—you,” he clarified with soft kisses across my jaw. “Beg me to fuck your arse, your cunt, your mouth and then . . .”

“ . . . then?”

“Then I want to hear you beg for my cum to decorate your pretty little tits.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Uh-huh,” I repeated as my mouth dried and all available moisture pooled in southern regions.

“How hard?”

“Hard,” I huffed out as his lips ventured down the V of my dress, his kisses scorching my skin.

“How hard?” he growled when my answer didn’t satisfy him.

“Very hard.”

He stepped back, leaving me wobbling on the spot for a moment, the rush of blood surging my system making me lightheaded and breathless. Watching me for a moment, he stood still, almost brooding. “Take off your dress.”

I didn’t need telling twice. As soon as the words left his mouth I whipped my dress over my head. He licked his lips and swallowed when I dropped to my knees before him, my eyes holding his as I reached up and unbuckled his belt.

Shaking his head slowly, he moved back out of my reach. “Take off your bra and give it me.”

Being a good girl, I fumbled with the clasp of my bra, unhooked it and handed it to him. His gaze rested on my breasts as he took it from me, the hunger in his eyes making my arousal as fierce as the yearning in him.

“Stand up.”

I stood.

He leaned forward and kissed me, his mouth moving delicately and adoringly over mine as his hands framed my face. “Fuck,” he whispered. “I love you so much.” The tenderness he spoke with was a huge contradiction to the way he looked at me, the primal craving he displayed making me shiver with longing.

Just as I opened my mouth to reiterate his loving statement, he slid my bra into my mouth and tied it in a knot behind my head. “Shush,” he breathed as his fingers softly trailed down between my breasts, my nipples pebbling with his sensitive touch.

“Take off your knickers and give them to me.”

Bending at the waist, I slithered them down my legs, stepped out of them then handed them to him, my cheeks flushing when I felt how damp they were.

Closing his eyes as he brought them to his nose and inhaled, Jake released a faint groan before he moved behind me, yanked my arms back and tied my knickers around my wrists.

I shivered when his tongue tracked every grove of my spine and ended at my backside. Cupping each buttock, he caressed them gently. “The perfect roundness of your arse is something I’ve always loved. Did you know that?”

I shook my head, my eyes closing and the moan I released muffled by my bra. He shuffled about underneath me and when I looked down, his face looked up at me from where he lay on his back under me. “Your cunt is so damn beautiful when it’s flushed with your arousal.”

I nodded.

“Sit—down,” he ordered.

I struggled to position myself over him, my trembling legs making it difficult to balance, so lowering my body slowly, I just managed to straddle his face.

The groan I released was loud when his tongue ran the length of me then dipped into my anus, his spit lubricating me ready for him. Dipping his finger inside me, he swapped his tongue for a finger and concentrated on my clit as his finger slid into my arse. Jake groaned when his actions slicked my pussy more, his mouth feasting on me like he’d been starved of me for so long. Slipping another finger into my backside, he thrust a finger into my pussy and stroked the tip of it against the sensitive spot inside me as he sucked hard on my clit. I rewarded him with what he wanted—my orgasm. His growl of approval was fierce as he pulled his fingers out and devoured every drop from me.

Moving out from under me, he stood behind me, his hard body pressing into my back firmly. “Bend over the table so your face and shoulders are resting on it.”

I bit into the cotton of my bra, trying to muffle a moan of approval and shuffled into position, my cheek squashed against the small table that sat between the two luxury leather seats.

Nothing happened for the longest moment, and just as I was about to turn to look at him he struck my bottom with his palm, the crack loud in the small confined space.

I gasped loudly, enjoying the sensation that ran through my body.

“Are you mine, Isla?” Jake asked through clenched teeth. I nodded quickly, making sure he knew I was confident of my answer. Another strike slicked my pussy further, the warmth of pain almost making me beg in need. “No one else will ever touch you.” I nodded again, lifting my bottom into another of his smacks, the force feeding something deep down inside me. I yelped when he fisted my hair and pulled me upright, his grip harsh and painful. “You belong to me. You will always belong to me. Every—fucking—inch—of—you.”