Forever Rain (Rain Will Fall Trilogy #1) (26 page)

He got to his feet and swung me easily into his arms. We went further down the hall to the music room.

“This is a lovely room, and I didn’t know you played so many instruments. Such a talented man,” I teased him as I looked around the room with gleaming instruments. The black baby grand piano was the focal part of the room.

“Smart ass. Remind me to spank you later.” He set me in front of the piano and slid onto the bench beside me.

“No, I don’t play all these instruments. I play the piano and saxophone, but I hope to have kids that take an interest in music.” He waggled his eyebrows at me and I rolled my eyes at him. He ran his hands across the keys and played a few seconds of a lighthearted melody, then started playing
Fleur de Lis
. At the end of the tune, he started chopsticks and I joined in this time.

I didn’t play the piano very well, not having had enough time to practice, nor confident enough to play what I do know, but I knew
Chopstick
. By the end of the playful tune we were laughing in stitches as our fingers raced across the keys.

“Now for the grand finale.” We headed upstairs and turned to the right of the stairway and down the hall. Jordan opened the door to one of the two bedrooms at the end of the house.

“Unless they are invisible, there is no furniture in here.”

“Nope. These two rooms are for you to decorate as you wish. Put your Zoe touch all over them.”

Seriously?
I decided to keep the moment light although I was touched by his never-ending thoughts of me. I walked over to the window and sat cross-legged on the window seat.

“I say we leave them like this. One can definitely be your time out room, you know for those speeding tickets you are collecting all over Houston.”

“You have a smart mouth, you know that? Come here and let me put something long and hard in there.” Jordan was still at the door but I was feeling a little naughty, or maybe I was just horny.

“Is it just me or is this room warm?” I used my hand as a fan to my face.

Immediately sensing that I was in a playful mood, Jordan leaned against the doorframe and smiled at me.

Really?
He wasn’t moving, so I upped the ante by pulling up one leg and resting the heel on the edge of the window seat. His brows shot up but he stayed where he was.
Fine!
I hiked up the skirt to my waist and let my knees fall apart exposing my smooth pussy. I looked at Jordan and he was staring intently between my legs. I let my eyes travel slowly down his body and stopped at the zipper of his shorts. It was bulging, the zipper straining against his erection, but he still did not move. I dropped my hand to my wet heat and inserted a finger and pulled it back out. It was wet with my juices and I slowly sucked it off in my mouth.

“Holy fucking Christ,” Jordan growled. He quickly locked the door behind him and pushed a button on the wall beside the door. The blinds behind me came down as Jordan pushed me onto my back. In one deft motion, he was at my wet need and his mouth clamped on my slick folds. My ass came off the seat as he grasped me and pulled me further toward his mouth.

I squirmed and bucked against his talented tongue seeking more. I gasped with need. With hands in his hair, I pushed his face into me.

He complied and rewarded me with his tongue flicking my clit. He went from my clit to the slit of my vagina and pierced me with his tongue.

“Oh God, Jordan, that feel’s so good. Yes, baby, just like that.” I was overcome with need and not embarrassed to ask for what I wanted from him.

“Please, please…I need it. I do, Jordy, I do.” I was withering and moaning for more.

“Greedy little girl today. You want to come?”

“Yes, yes, I do. I want it. I need it.”

“Hmm. Not very convincing.”

“Fuck me already.”

He laughed huskily between my legs. He blew on my pussy and took my clit in his mouth again and continued fucking me, faster now.

“Jordan, I…I, it will be in your mouth.”

“Hmmm,” was his only response, as the suction on my clit increased.

I teetered on the brink, my slickness oozing onto his tongue as I splintered in his mouth. My juices coated his lips as he lapped it up. My legs quivered and I groaned above him.

Jordan pulled me onto the carpeted floor. I grabbed his shorts, fumbling with the button as he pulled at the zipper. His cock sprung free and in one swift motion he was in me. He pushed his huge penis in my wet vagina again and again.

I held onto his arms as he neared his release. My pussy clamped down on his cock as I came again. I threw my head back with closed eyes as his powerful frame shuddered above me.

“Ah. Christ, baby.” He groaned above me as his orgasm ripped through him. He shoved one last time, emptying the contents of his sac into me. His face was on my neck, both of our harsh breathing filling the quiet empty room.

I was humbled at the realization that I affected this man this way. This powerful, rich, yet sensuous and caring man, buried deep inside me.

Jordan reversed our position and I was now lying on top of him. We stayed on the floor for a few minutes, our bodies replete.

“Your tour isn’t over yet. Let’s get you cleaned up so I can show you the last of the inside tour.” He got up and grasped my hand to help me stand. We headed down the hall to the master bedroom when my phone rang.

“Jenna. How are you feeling?”

“A little better today since I had medication. I try not to take it, but I hate feeling icky and the medication does help.”

“Good. Aunt Suzette back home?”

“She went home yesterday after I promised to call her at least twice a day. She will be such a good grandmother, and David’s mom is over the moon happy.”

“A baby is always a good reason to be happy.” I sighed as I thought of my own biological clock that was ticking. I shocked myself with that random thought.
It was random, right? Right.

“So how are you and Jordan doing? And yes, I want all the details.”

I laughed at her nosey remark. “Well, we are taking it slow, but it’s going well, like holy hot hell we are…well, let’s just say I’m making up for lost times in the sex department.”

Jenna let out with a hooting laugh and told David what I said. I heard him whistle in the background followed by a, “Go, Jordan. That’s my boy.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. I couldn’t believe I was sharing my sex life with my brother-in-law.

“We need to get together soon and catch up. Like in a couple of weeks. Hopefully I will be feeling better or you and the girls can come here to Austin for another visit.”

“Sounds like a plan. Love you, sis.”

“Love you too, Zoho.” We ended the call, and I freshened up then went in search of Jordan.

He was on his phone as well in the hallway. From the sound of it he was turning down an invitation for tonight. He ended the call with a, “Later, man.” Then he turned toward me.

“Jenna doing well?”

“As long as she takes her meds. The first trimester is the hardest for most women. Maybe she will be over the nausea in a few weeks.”

We went back down the hallway and past the two empty bedrooms. We came to a heavy glass door and Jordan stopped to key in some codes then used his index fingerprint for identification. He opened the door and turned on the lights by remote control on his phone.

The room was exquisite and adorned with incredibly beautiful paintings. In the middle of the room was an easel. I walked slowly toward the painting on display. It was of Jordan and me dancing at Jenna and David’s wedding. It was a side view of us. I had my right hand on his shoulder and my left hand in his right. His left hand was around my waist and we were looking at each other, smiling. I stood in awe and turned toward Jordan.

He cupped my face in his hands. I closed my eyes, willing the tears away.

“I wanted a photo of us together, so just before I asked you to dance, I asked the photographer at the wedding to take one of us. I asked him to send it to me and not the bride and groom. I never got around to showing you the photo. Five years ago I asked a painter to paint the photo into a portrait.”

I placed my head on his chest and he slipped his arms around my waist, rocking us slowly from side to side.

“I’m speechless. A painting of the first time we met. Truly, I…of all the paintings you have in this room, you display this one in the middle of the room?”

“Of all the paintings in this room, this one is the most valuable to me. I wanted a picture of you because I was not sure that you would want to see me again. Sure enough, you turned me down. When I met you, I was quite impressed that you were so appreciative of art. Sometimes when we had cuddling time on your sofa, we used to talk about courses you were taking. Remember your art appreciation class?”

“Yes. I loved that class, and the next semester I took the advance course just because I wanted to know more about art. I see where you’re going with this. You must have some of the paintings that I ‘appreciated’.”

“So right you are.”

“So this is your art room. Yesterday, when you said that you would show me the art room, I thought you took up painting or pottery. I’m astonished at the pieces you have here.”

Jordan turned me around and started on one corner of the room. We walked slowly around, discussing each piece and its creator. There were paintings from Omar Chkhaidze, Francois Mathieu, Andy Warhol, to African and South American sculptors. The room had no windows and looked like a museum with professional lightings that was placed strategically enhancing the paintings, pottery, precious stones and other rare antique and pricey pieces.

“This is a beautiful collection, Jordan, and an incredible testament of your financial success and love of art.”

“It pleases me that you like the collection. I hope to continue to add to it with your help.”

“I would like that,” I replied.

“Would you like to go for a swim in the pool, maybe lay out and catch some rays?”

“Great plan. Do I have a swim suit?”

“Do you ever.”

Back in the closet that I was quickly becoming familiar with, Jordan pulled out a drawer with an array of bikinis.

“Holy shit. I might as well go topless. These threads barely cover my nipples.”

“That would suit me just fine, but I suggest not today since I have a few staff around.”

“Jordan, I was kidding.”

“Zoe, I’m not.”

“Perv.”

“Totally.”

He grinned that mischievous boyish smile that was sure to make me give in to any of his demands. If I had panties on, they would be soaked.

Chapter 26

I changed into the flimsy and quite revealing two-piece bikini then went in search of Jordan. He was waiting for me at the bedroom door. He growled and made a grab for me but I dodged him and ran to the stairs. I took the stairs two at a time and ran to the back door but he caught up to me.

He tickled me and playfully pushed me through the door. We jumped in the pool and swam a few laps. My limbs were relaxed and I felt more rested than I had been in weeks.

“Out with you. I need to get some sunblock on that delectable skin of yours. I don’t want you to burn, then I wouldn’t be able to touch you and that just won’t do.” Jordan led me to a padded lounging chair. I plopped down. He dried me off and applied the lotion.

We lie side by side enjoying the afternoon sun. Becky brought us some freshly squeezed lemonade with a plate of fruit. I was more curious about her now and asked Jordan to tell me more about Becky.

“I know that she was my mother’s best friend in high school and she was one of the few people that mom would see besides her family. They spent a lot of time together when mom was pregnant with me and the following year as well.”

“I’m glad that your mother had someone her own age to keep her connected to the outside world, like what was going on in school and with other friends. She must have been a great source of comfort at a very painful and confusing time for your mom. Do you think you mother ever confided in her about the rape?”

“I often wonder that myself but I have not asked her. I would like for Becky to tell me on her own.”

“I suppose she may be waiting for you to ask her. Maybe she thinks that it would be too painful for you to hear, if she knows anything, that is.”

“It’s possible. My grandfather still thinks that mom is alive. He’s in denial of her death.”

“Sounds like he needs closure, like some kind of evidence that she’s really gone.” I reached for Jordan’s hand, needing the tactile connection to let him know that I cared.

“Unfortunately, that is impossible but if it help’s him to get through his day by thinking of her as alive, then so be it and I will not discourage him.”

“I can’t begin to imagine the pain that he feels. You and I are in a similar situation since we didn’t know our parents, therefore we don’t miss who we don’t know, but this was his child. No wonder he’s still hanging on to the hope that she’s out there somewhere, still alive. I suppose I would do the same.”

“There just seems to be no leads or evidence that she is. No plausible explanation for who did it and if someone knows, they sure as hell aren’t talking. You would think that it wouldn’t be easy for people to disappear, but whoever did this to my mother…”

“It’s been thirty-seven years since she disappeared, right?”

“Yes. Becky has shared photos of her and my mom when they were teenagers. Maybe that’s why I like having her around. It’s one of the few connections that I have with my mother.”

We fell into a companionable silence then Jordan said we needed to get out of the direct sunlight, but I suggested a stroll around some of the backyard and he happily obliged by pulling me to my feet and pointing out the obvious.

“This is the pool.” He made a grand gesture with his hands.

“Never would have guessed that one, Sherlock.”

He laughed that low, sexy as hell laugh that sent butterflies flying in my stomach.

Palm trees and foliage that were indigenous to Texas adorned the beautiful contemporary pool and hot tub. Blooming flowers overflowed from massive decorative pots. A pebbled path led into the woodsy area of the estate. Live oak and other trees and plants filled in the landscape.