Deceitfully Yours (13 page)

Jude

After our dinner on the deck, we went for a swim.
Kylie was against it, but I convinced her. The irritated look on her face when she realized how cold the water is here, even on a warm day, was priceless. The freezing temperature should’ve worked to calm my raging hard-on, but it didn’t. The minute we got into the stateroom and she stripped off her wet bikini, I was all over her like an animal in heat.

Now as she moans and writhes beneath me
, I know this feeling goes beyond lust or simple caring. Her legs are splayed over my shoulders, and she clenches the sheets. I grip the headboard for leverage as I fuck her.

I fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked her before. Her whimpers tug at my heart
, and her moans cause my dick to swell larger than I thought possible. I know she’s not ready to hear how I feel about her, so I fuck her like it’s possible to fuck my love into her. Maybe if I fuck her until the headboard rips off the wall and the bed collapses under the strength of my love, she’ll be able to see it.

She will wake in the aftermath of the destruction my love has left and appreciate the war waged in this bed for her. She’ll see the wreckage and know tonight, in this bed, I fucked her with my mind, body
, and heart. Most importantly, I fucked her with the strength of a man consumed by the power she holds over me.

I watch her as she comes undone under
neath me: her finger nails clawing into my back, her high pitched screams filling the room as I power into her. She looks up at me as though I control her world. In reality a Dom is nothing without someone to make his world peaceful. She is my peace. I want to protect her and make her mine.

My muscles tense as her warm, wet tunnel clenches down on my cock, milking it with such intensity it causes my mind to shut down. She’s whispering words in my ear as my body collapses on hers, twitching from the impact of my orgasm. She runs her fingers through my hair and kisses my neck
, and now I know.

I know what it’s like to be completely lost to love.

Kylie

The Baxter
Hotel is pretty exquisite. Every time I walk through the door, I always feel something stir inside me. You can see how much work has been done to restore it to this kind of beauty. Now that I’ve met Jude, it's different. I know how much this place means to him, and I'm proud of his accomplishments. My heart fills up a little when he gets that spark in his eyes talking about his hotel.

The young woman at the front desk smiles as I approach. “Welcome to Baxter
Hotel. How may I assist you?”

“Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Baxter.”

Her smile slips. Then she pastes it back on. “Is Mr. Baxter expecting you?”

“No
. Just let him know Kylie’s here to see him.”

“Mr. Baxter is a very busy man. He doesn’t break his schedule for anyone.”

“I’m sure he will for me.” I try to replicate her fake smile, and it aggravates her.

“Listen,” she says leaning over the counter. “Women like you come in here every day. Mr. Baxter doesn’t pick up strays.
Would you please leave before I call security?”

Maybe my skirt is too short
, but I wore it to tempt Jude. I don’t think I look trashy enough to be considered some sort of groupie. I pull out my phone and send Jude a text.

I
’m at the front desk. Ur watch dog won’t let me in

The receptionist
has her arms crossed, and she’s glaring at me so I cross my arms and stare into her eyes until her phone rings.

“Baxter Hotel,” she answers.
“Yes, she is, Mr. Baxter. Sure, I’ll send her in right away, sir.” She hangs up the phone and avoids looking at me. “I’ll buzz you in. Go right through those glass doors. His office is at the end of the hallway.”

“I know where it is. Thank you so much.”

She finally looks up at me and whispers, “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for keeping the other women away from him.” I wink at her before I head
toward Jude’s office.

Jude is sitting behind his desk with his hands behind his head when I walk in. “This is a surprise,” he says.

I hold up the basket in my hand. “I thought I might convince you to join me in the park for lunch.” I set the basket down and clear the files on his desk. He smiles and narrows his eyes as I slide onto his desk, giving him a naughty glimpse at my underwear.

“I think
your receptionist deserves a raise, because apparently she has to keep a barrage of beautiful women at bay.”

He moves his chair forward
and slides his hand up my thigh. He looks at me with those sexy brown eyes and says, “Are your eyes getting greener?”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

His hands already have my body on full alert. His thumbs continue to slowly inch my skirt up.

“Yeah, I definitely think your eyes are colored with j
ealousy.” He parts my legs and fits himself between. “Why should we go out to eat when everything I want is right here?” His tongue glides up the inside of my thigh.

“Jude?”
God, that feels amazing.

He licks the crotch of my panties
, and I almost jump off his desk, but he holds me down as his tongue assaults me. He pulls my panties to the side and licks over me so slowly I’m panting for air. My moans are increasing in volume, but I can’t hold them back.

“May I come, Sir?”
When he sucks my clit into his mouth, the building tension inside of me almost bursts free.

“Come for me,”
he whispers against my engorged clit. His warm breath is like a feather tickling my sensitive flesh. I fall apart on his desk as his tongue slowly glides over my clit. I lean back as my body goes lax from immense pleasure.

The clink of his belt buckle
causes tremors in my body. The anticipation the sound builds in me is unbearable. He yanks my leg until my ass is at the edge of his desk. Then he pushes his thick cock into me.

His
intense gaze is powerfully magnetic. I force myself to keep watching so I can witness the myriad of emotions passing through his eyes as he rams into me. Passion, animal lust, possessiveness, and something else. Something I’ve become familiar with but I’m too afraid to name it, so I close my eyes and let him take me to a level where thought is not necessary or possible. He fucks me on his desk until we both come, smothering each other’s cries with deep kisses.

********

Jude has a car waiting to take us to the park once we get ourselves together. Unfortunately, Raul is our driver, and his face scrunches up in disgust when he sees me walking toward the car. “Be careful with this one, boss. She’s a schemer.” I narrow my eyes at him and he smiles. “I just wish I could figure out what your game is.”

“Fuck off,” I say before sliding into the car. Thank goodness there’s a divider so I won’t have to see his face all the way to the park.

“Why do you have a driver? You always drive your car into the city.”

“Raul only drives me around the city. Have you ever tried finding parking when you have five minutes to get to a meeting?”
That does make sense, but I hate having to deal with Raul.

I lace my fingers with
Jude’s and lean my head against his shoulder. “We should do this more often.”

“Do what? Lunch in the park or sex on my desk?”

“Both.”

He laughs
and kisses the top of my head. We fall into a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride. I’m taken aback when Raul opens the door and we’re at a park I know all too well.

“Why here?” I ask as Jude sets up the blanket under a huge oak tree.

“It’s quieter. You don’t like it here?”

“It’s fine.” We sit together
, and Jude pauses while taking out the sandwiches I made.

“What
’s wrong?”

“You see that house over there
?” I point to the small white bungalow with a calm river running behind it. “That’s the house I lived in with my mom until she died.”

“Oh…God
, I’m sorry. If you want to go—”

“No, it’s fine. I’ve avoided this side of town for so long. I thought I’d break somehow if I came back
, but I don’t feel that way. It kind of feels like I’m coming home.” It’s kind of weird that he would pick this spot for us to have our picnic. If I wasn’t the one who suggested the impromptu lunch, I would think he knew about my childhood home.

He passes me a sandwich and leans back against the tree. “What was your mom like?”

“She was amazing. She had long dark hair and stunning green eyes. I contemplated dyeing my hair a few times to see if I’d look like her.”

He reaches out and touches my hair. “I love your hair
. Don’t change it.”

I involuntarily lean into his touch
, and he smiles at me.

“She was a nurse. She loved to take care of people. The night she died
, the whole hospital was in shock. All the nurses were huddled together crying. She was pretty special.”

He
looks away, and when he turns back his face is strained. “Are your nightmares about her death?”

I shake my head and sigh. “No. They’re not about her.”

He nods but doesn’t push for further details. He pulls me between his legs with my back to his chest and wraps his arms around my waist.

I lean into him and enjoy feeling loved in the last place I remember feeling that way.

Kylie

“Jude asked me to go to his sister’s wedding.”

Stacia pauses with her coffee halfway to her lips and gives me a knowing look
, then shakes her head as she proceeds to take a sip.

“Do you think I should go?”

She looks at me, and I can see she’s making an extra effort to keep her opinion to herself.

“Come on, Stacia. You’re the only person I can talk to about this.”

“Do you really want to know what I think, or do you need me to say what you want to hear?”

“I want your real opinion.”

She looks relieved as she places her cup on the table and touches the back of my hand. “If this was a normal circumstance, I’d say grab your happiness and forget about everything else, but it’s not. He took you to Sunday dinner with his surrogate family. Now he wants to introduce you to the real deal. You need to come clean.”

“Are you crazy?” How can she think that’s even a possibility? I’m well aware I’m taking a serious risk with Jude
, but telling him the truth can only make things worse.

“If you just tell Jude
—”

“Tell me what?”
His voice jars me, causing coffee to spill on my lap. I push my chair back. Jude grabs a napkin and wipes coffee off my skirt.

He pulls the hem of my skirt up
, and I catch his hand before he exposes me to the whole café. “I’m just checking if you got burned.”

“I’m fine. What are you doing here?”

“Jax and I stopped to get some coffee, and I noticed you over here. This must be Stacia.”

“Oh. Yes
, this is Stacia.” My nerves are on edge. Jude appeared out of thin air, and I nearly got exposed. Jax steps up to the table and immediately zooms in on Stacia.

“I’ve heard a lot about you
. It’s good to finally meet you, Stacia,” Jude says, shaking Stacia’s hand. “This is Jax Bennett. This is Kylie’s roommate, Stacia.”

“Stacia
, huh? Can I call you sometime?” Jax’s forwardness throws Stacia, and she stares at him blankly for a few awkward seconds.

“U
h…no. I’m not single.”

I know that’s an outright lie
, but I won’t call her on it now. I am tempted to call Jax out for flirting with Stacia when he has Candice. Maybe he’s interested in inviting her to join them, but I’d rather Stacia stay away from what seems to be an already shaky relationship between Jax and Candice.

“We can be friends.” Jax is
being very persistent, but Stacia has oddly turned cold to his effort to pick her up.

“
You’re not looking at me like you want to be friends,” she says.

Jax smirks at her
. “What am I looking at you like?”

“You’re looking at me like you want to…” Stacia’s voice fades
, and she turns her face toward me, as if I know what to do to save her.

Jax slips into the booth nex
t to her, crowding her. “Like I want to what?” he asks. He’s daring her, provoking her.

She glares at him
, but he doesn’t flinch.

He’s relentless in his pursuit. “Like I want to fuck you like an animal
in heat.” His lips curl into a sexy smile. Then he leans in and whispers something in her ear.

Oh. My. God. I can’t believe I’m witnessing this
, but I can’t look away.

Jax watches her curiously
for her next move, but Jude cuts off his opportunity to make her more uncomfortable. “We have to go, ladies. Enjoy your lunch.” He runs a hand through my hair and leans over to kiss my face. He grazes his lips against my ear, and he whispers, “I missed you last night.” God, why must he be so incredibly sweet and seductive every time I see him? Last night was the first in weeks we’ve spent apart. I reach up and touch his face, run my finger along the raspy hair on his chin. He pulls away and smiles at me before walking off.

“Hope you change your mind about my friendship offer,” Jax says.

“I won’t,” Stacia snaps.

“You will.” He winks at her
then follows Jude out of the café.

She pulls out her phone and begins to absently go through it, and that’s when I realize she was nervous
and probably very turned-on. The only person to ever make Stacia nervous is Mason, and not in a good way.

“You like him!” I exclaim. H
er face turns a shade of pink as she meets my gaze.

She leans over the table and whispers, “You didn’t tell me Jude’s best friend was Thor.”

I hold a hand over my chest as I laugh at her amazed expression.

“Seriously
, Kylie, that man is the hottest thing with a dick I’ve ever seen.”

“Well
, he’s a twin so there are two of those walking around.”

“Two?”

“Yup, they’re identical except Jay has short hair.”

“I’d love to have two helpings of that.”

“Jax has a girlfriend.” Whatever game Jax is playing I don’t want Stacia getting involved.

“He has a girlfriend?”

“From what I can tell, I think they’re in a Master/slave type of relationship.”

“Oh…” She stares out the window blankly, but I can tell she’s picturing Jax as her master. I’ve done it plenty times with Jude.

“Can you imagine belonging to that man twenty-four/seven?” I ask.

“Any woman who takes that man on will be so caught up in him she won’t even realize he’s taken over her life.”
She points toward the window as if he’s still out there. “I can’t handle a man like that.”

“I haven’t met a man you can’t handle.”

“That’s not a regular man. He’s an intimidating example of masculine power. I’m used to wrapping men around my finger. I can deal with a man who needs control in the bedroom, but that man wants total control and I can’t give him that.”

Looks
to me like Stacia wants to be that someone, but I hope that’s not the case because I don’t want Jax or anyone hurting her. I continue to drink my coffee as Stacia gets eerily quiet and lost in thought. There’s no doubt who’s consuming them, and this spells out trouble in my head.