Find Her, Keep Her (24 page)

“Lobster rolls…” I sigh. His mouth feels so divine.

“You’re so warm, babe. I missed your warm skin.” He only stops nibbling on my chin when my stomach growls. “When was the last time you ate?”
 

“Breakfast.”

“Daisy, Daisy, Daisy…” he chastises. He pulls over to the side of the road, opens the glove compartment, takes out his cell phone, and orders lobster rolls. “What else, babe?”
 

“Garden salad.”

“Garden salad,” he repeats.

“Anything else?”

“Oranges,” I say for some strange reason.

“Do you have any oranges?” he asks without pause. He listens. “Just add them; I’ll pay you for them.” I love that my wish is his command so much that I lean over to rest my chin on his shoulder. “Yeah, sure, uh-huh. And I want it ready when I arrive in ten minutes. Thanks.” He drops the phone to gather me in his arms. We make out like crazy.
 

“Belmont, I’ve been wanting to say I’m sorry.” I breathe. We stop kissing. He stares longingly into my eyes. “I didn’t want to make you feel dirty or ashamed of anything.”
 

He turns his face away from me. I feast my eyes on his perfect profile. He mutters incoherently.
 

“Are you angry?” I ask, suddenly worried.

“No.”
 

He slides his seat back, reaches over to guide me onto his lap, and unzips his sexy Tom Ford trousers. His penis is as hard as steel. Our mouths are parted, blowing hot air past each other’s lips. He tugs the crotch of my panties aside, puts himself inside of me, and shoves my hips down on his lap. He groans with every firm thrust. He’s deep, very deep inside of me. We keep our eyes connected.
 

I lower my mouth onto his, and he shakes his head. “No,” he mutters. “I can’t come–not yet. I just want to be inside of you for a minute.”
 

Soon he takes himself out of me. I get back into my seat, and he puts his hand around my neck.

“Shit, this is frustrating,” he mutters.

“What’s frustrating?” I sigh. I still feel remnants of him inside of me.

“How much I want you right now. In so many goddamn ways.”

I take him by the hand that’s around my neck and kiss the back of it. “You can slow down, Jack. I’m not going anywhere.” I smile at him.

“Promise.” His gaze is delicate.

I nod.

We stop in front of a restaurant in Edgartown near the pier. I wait in the car, and he’s in and out in a matter of minutes.

“Shit,” he mumbles with a lopsided grin as he reaches on the floor to retrieve the cell phone. “They heard us.”

I chuckle as Belmont puts the bag of food on the backseat and speeds away. He’s driving really fast. I can’t believe how famished I am and not solely for food. We kiss at every stop sign. His fingers have found their way to that spot under my panties. I can’t believe he knows how to stimulate me and drive at the same time. I suck in air as I pin my back against the seat.
 

“Tell me when you’re close, baby,” he requests. He continues to glance at me with a watchful eye, making sure I don’t forget.

“I’m close.” I sigh and clamp down on his arm.
 

He removes his hand, cuts a sharp right, and barrels down the driveway.
 

We’re home.

 
The car screeches to a stop in front of the door. Belmont hops out of the car, runs over to my side, opens the door, and guides me out. He lifts me off my feet and sits me on the warm hood. We kiss feverishly. I gasp as he shoves himself inside of me. He shifts his hips, slamming in and out of me so fast that I’m on the verge of climaxing.

“Not yet, baby…” He pulls out and pins his rigid penis against my dress. He moans before his tongue takes another quick dive into my mouth. “One day, I’m going to master this.”

“Master what?” I’m barely able to say.
 

“Being around you without wanting to make love to you. When you walked onto the patio tonight, I wanted to rip your dress off,” he says, tugging at the plush material. “Let’s go to bed.” He lifts me off the car and sets me on my feet.

We bring the lobster rolls, salad, and sliced oranges with us. Belmont leads me up the stairs into my old bedroom. We put the food on the dresser, and we fall onto the king-sized, comfortable bed. The mattress and bedspread feel so familiar. Instead of pillaging me right away, he spreads out beside me.
 

“You didn’t make me feel dirty, Daisy,” he says. “I knew you’d come around.” He tugs the sloppy knot holding my dress closed and spreads my dress wide open. “However, I didn’t think it would take that long. What the hell were you doing?”
 

I look at his eyes, but he’s focusing on unclipping my bra. Only for a second does he glance at my eyes.

“Working, I guess. My mom wondered why in the world I cared to begin with.” I skip a breath because his fingers are kneading the tip of my left nipple.
 

“So Heloise Krantz is your mother. I would’ve never guessed it.” He grins. “She’s a goddamn ballbuster! She fired me once before I could even finish the first sentence. She shouted, ‘Get him out! Find me someone who can fucking act.’ My balls were officially busted.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, that sounds like her when she’s working. How did you find her? And how in the world did you get her to come?”

“Your travel agent gave me her name, and I called a friend of hers. Do you know Libby Donaldson?”

“I know her,” I say. She’s my mother’s best friend.
 

“First I had to tell Libby about us and what the hell I did to you, and then she called your mother, and Heloise called me. Getting her on a plane to Martha’s Vineyard was the easiest part.” He pauses. “She didn’t even apologize for busting my balls either. And she remembered what she did.”

I laugh. “Knowing my mom, she truly believes she did you a favor.”

“Ha,” he says. “That’s what she said.”

“See? I know my mom.”

“She gave me her blessing.” He digs that little black velvet box out of his pocket and sets it on top of the pillow. “You know what I want, don’t you, Daisy?”

I take in an extremely deep, cleansing sigh. I nod.

“I know you’re used to going at it alone, which is why it took you so long to leave this on my door.” He slides a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and opens it. It’s the note I left for him on the night of the wedding.

“Oh, you got it,” I remark.

“I got it too late. Charlie was home when you left it, but he was upstairs fucking.”

“Oh, you mean the young girl?”

“How do you know she was young?”

“I ran into them the day before at the coffee shop in Oak Bluffs.”

“I wish I was the one who ran into you.”

“I went to Linda Jeans. Two men at the counter were talking about you, I think. There were saying something about Jack being a good guy and would give one of them work.”

“Did listening to them make you want me?” He lifts his eyebrows twice.

I grin. “Just as much as hearing you talk about your clean-water project and…” I look down at his pants and vest. “Is this Tom Ford you have on?”

His smile grows larger. “I thought you’d notice.”

“Oh I did. And I’m so turned on.”

He dips his fingers into me. “I see.” He doesn’t take his fingers out of me, but he doesn’t shift them either.

The mere fact that he’s touching me there is so erotic that all those sensitive spots tingle again.
 

“Oh shit, are you going to come, baby?” he asks. He’s very tuned in to my body.
 

“I don’t know,” I breathe. “Maybe you should remove your fingers.”

He narrows one eye to think about it. “Uh um,” is his answer. “I’m going to dine on you soon, and I need you wet.”

I gulp. That sounded so sexy.

“Tell me more. I need to know what you were doing when you weren’t with me.”

It’s hard to concentrate with his fingers inside of me, but I try. “I don’t know. I went to weddings, took lots of pictures.”

“What for? Personal research?” He lifts his eyebrows, grinning.

“No, I changed the focus of my article. You were right; the taxicab series wouldn’t work here. Did you pay Todd to drive me around?”

He chuckles. “I’m guilty.”

“And what about the list?”

“What list?”

“Todd secured me a list of all the weddings that are taking place on the island. You had nothing to do with that?”

“Nope. That was all Todd. But he’s a good guy like that.” Belmont finally removes his fingers. “Don’t move, baby.” He jumps to his feet to quickly take off his vest and shirt and step out of his pants. I watch as if he’s a scene in a film. His schlong is the perfect length and girth and ready to seek refuge inside of me. Once he’s completely naked, he stretches, poking me in the hip with his pole. “Did you go to Emil and Sidney’s wedding?”

“Um hum,” I hum.
 

He snakes those fingers back inside of me. Once again, I skip a breath.
 

“You’re contracting,” he whispers.

“What do you mean by contracting?” I breathe.

“You’re going to come…” Belmont must realize he can’t stop my body from reacting to him if he’s not willing to stop touching me there. He kisses and trails tender bites up my shoulder, down my collarbone, to consume my right nipple. “You’re extra warm, baby, even in here.” He sinks his fingers deeper.
 

“Maybe I still have water in my head or something. Or my body is probably healing from the trauma of drowning,” I offer up as some excuse.

Suddenly he freezes. “Are you hurting anywhere?”

“No,” I assure him, “I feel fine.” I would be tired if I weren’t so excited that he’s next to me.

He guides himself down to my nether regions, and his mouth latches on to my clitoris. Belmont means to make me come and come hard. I twist and turn and clutch the bedspread. He offers no reprieve. His tongue is working so diligently that he doesn’t gaze up at my face like usual.
 

My thighs quiver. I’m panting like crazy. It’s so close. And then I’m gripped by the blast. I scream.

Belmont shoves his erection inside of me before my orgasm subsides. He grunts as he plunges in and out of me. “You’re so warm and tight–and wet.” He’s shifting slowly, trying to delay the inevitable.
 

“Your body is soft all over,” he mutters. “You’re a goddess.” He pauses. Thrusts. “I’ve got to have you forever.” He pauses. Thrusts. “Marry me, Daisy.” He pauses. Thrusts, thrusts, and thrusts again.

Did he just ask me to marry him?
 

“Are you asking me to marry you?”
 

He reaches up to grab the black velvet box. He props himself up on his elbows and opens the tiny box.

I gasp. The ring is exquisite. The larger center diamond is pink and the white diamonds surrounding it are formed into the petals of a daisy.

“I am,” he replies.

“I know ‘I love you’ doesn’t count if you’re inside of me, but does that apply to ‘Will you marry me?’” I ask, joking. He laughs, but I can see in his eyes that he’s a little worried that I’m evading the question. “You know everyone will think we’re crazy–engaged after what? Five days?”
 

“Six,” he quickly says. “You’re it for me, Daisy. If marriage isn’t something you want, that’s okay too, but we’re going to be together either way.”

“No,” I say, and right away, he looks deflated. “I mean, no, I didn’t want marriage before. What the hell, maybe we are crazy, but yes, I’ll marry you.”

He flinches, taken aback. “You’ll marry me?”

“I’ll marry you.”

“She said yes!” he shouts victoriously. He takes the ring out of the box and slides it on my finger. “I told you your tits belong to me.”

I laugh. Now that he’s officially branded me, he pillages me with his rock-hard penis. He goes deep, real deep, as if he’s trying to touch my soul. Sooner than later, he releases an ocean inside of me. But he doesn’t pull out.
 

We make out feverishly, moaning and groaning until he rises again. This time, he hangs on longer. He curses and complains that he can’t get deep enough.
 

Over the course of the night, we make love so many times that I lose count. We stop to eat, but he chooses to go down on me while I eat the lobster roll. I giggle the entire time, but we eventually get through it.
 

When the sun comes up, he’s still filling me with his liquid fertilizer. We can’t sleep. Even when the staff brings my things into the house, we’re laughing and talking.

We work out some things. I’ll live in Martha’s Vineyard with him until February. He’ll wrap up a few projects, and then we’ll officially move to Tribeca for a while. I’ll cancel my trip to Lima. We’ll fly out to tell my parents. For some strange reason, he wants to get my father’s blessing.
 

“You don’t really need it,” I try to convince him.

“Trust me, babe. I do. You said you were all wrong about your mother. If you’re wrong about your father, he’ll have my head if he has to walk you down the aisle without being asked to first.”

“There’s no walking me down the aisle. I give myself away,” I say as my cell phone rings. I reach to get it before Belmont can pull me back into his body. It’s in my purse on the floor near the bed.

“It’s a local number,” I say and answer.

“It better not be Pete,” he says as I say, “hello.”

“Miss Blanchard?” a woman asks.
 

“Yes, this is she.”
 

Belmont frowns. He recognizes the change my voice has taken.

“I’m calling from the Martha’s Vineyard Hospital. We took some blood tests yesterday. You didn’t tell us, but when was your last period?”

“Last month,” I say, kind of already knowing where she’s going.

“It’s a little early, but you have a slightly elevated level of hCG in your blood. It’s not high enough to confirm pregnancy, but we just wanted to make you aware. Why don’t you come in in thirteen days and—”

“Are you sure the elevated levels aren’t from swallowing contaminated water?” I hope.