Forever Rain (Rain Will Fall Trilogy #1) (28 page)

Jordan’s finger dug a little tighter on my waist.

“I believe Zoe will be quite busy during the next few months. She just expanded her office, so do call and make an appointment to see her,” Jordan interjected.

WTF? Did he really go there? I so don’t need a personal timekeeper.

Charles’ brows shot up. “Congratulations, Zoe. That is great news. I am very proud of you.”

“Nice meeting you. Charles, is it?” Jordan said smoothly.

“Yes.” Charles was about to lean in to kiss my cheek when Jordan spun me around. We took our seats beside our guests.

“Make sure you take Andre with you to that lunch,” Jordan whispered in my ear. I elbowed him on his arm. “Lunch is not all he wants to have with you.”

I squinted my eyes at him but he was looking at Charles as if sizing up the competition. Thank goodness Charles was looking elsewhere.

“A couple inches of these stilettos are going in your foot if you don’t stop acting like a caveman,” I whispered back to him.

He had the audacity to smile and wink at me.

The concert started and Yo-Yo Ma and the incredible Houston Symphony that accompanied him wowed us. Niels and Eline seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed the event and were gracious and complimentary guests. Eline and I promised to keep in touch. Jordan escorted them to the car and driver he hired for them while they were in Houston.

Jordan slid into the limo after me and the door closed behind him.

I yelped as he pulled me onto his lap.

He nuzzled my neck and slowly ran his hand up my leg. His large warm hand paused on my body. My chest heaved as I waited in anticipation for more of his touch. Jordan bit me lightly on my neck and a delicious shiver ran down my body settling between my legs.

I wiggled on his lap trying to get him to move his hand higher. All night I had been totally aware that I was not wearing a thread of underwear, and several times during the show, Jordan ran his hand casually up my thigh, but not high enough to be blatant of his intentions. He’d even whispered that he was turned on knowing that I was naked under my dress, which had me squirming in my seat since his wicked suggestions did blissful things to my body.

Suddenly Jordan set me on the seat beside him and reached for a bottle and two glasses. He poured two finger of bourbon in each glass and handed me one.

“That was just a little warm up, pretty lady.”

I glared at him. “Did you really just do that?” I was now totally turned on and for a moment I considered attacking him with another kissing session, but I sipped the amber liquid instead. The decadent liquid burned down my throat and settled warm in my stomach.

“Patience, my dear Miss Caine.”

“Not one of my virtues.”

He chuckled and sipped on his drink.

“Tell me more about your idea for the home health division you wish to start.”

“Are you frigging kidding me already? I can’t keep my mind off sexing you right now.”

“Maybe this is a test.”

“I hope I fail miserably then.” I sat in the corner sulking.

“So who are you considering for your medical director?”

“Why, Charles, of course,” I answered, knowing full well that I had no intentions of asking Charles.

“Like hell you are. He wants to fuck you.” Jordan’s eyes glinted dangerously in the dim light of the limo.

“Well, someone needs to!” I yelled at him.

Jordan growled, tipped the glass to his lips and gulped down the rest of his drink. He slid closer and held the glass to my mouth.

“Drink,” he commanded.

I gulped some of the contents and choked on it. The liquid burned down my throat as I continued to cough and sputter. Jordan finished my drink and threw the glass on the seat across from us.

He pulled his jacket off and threw it on the floor. He was pissed, and for some weird reason that turn me on even more. Jordan slid to the floor and pulled me in front of him. His hands reached for his belt and zipper of his slacks. The sound of his zipper caused a rush of goose bumps across my skin.

Pushing away from the seat, he pulled me on his lap. With perfect aim, his cock pierced my pussy.

I screamed his name in lustful need as he pushed forcefully inside me. My vagina clenched lustfully on his erect penis as my juices coated his cock. I leaned my head into his neck and moaned his name begging for more pleasure. My breasts lay heavy and full, wanting his touch as well. Every square inch of my body begged to be handled by Jordan’s masterful touch. His grunts mixed with my moans of pleasure vibrated in the quiet vehicle. I held onto his shoulders with both my legs straddling his body. The force of his movements crushed me against the seat and I welcomed the weight of his body against mine. My breath was sporadic as it landed on Jordan’s neck. I kissed his neck and sucked gently on the taunt skin. I wanted to mark him so badly as the incredible feeling of carnal erotic pleasure washed over me.

My orgasm rose and crashed into me quickly. My fingers dug into his shoulder as I found my release. I screamed his name and milked his cock that was pounding against my hot need.

Jordan’s slammed his shaft in me one last time. His body shuddered as he came.

We lay spent with ragged breathing and erratic heart rates that slowly returned to normal.

Jordan lifted me up then pulled out of me. He lay his head on my lap as he continued to kneel on the floor. I ran my hands through his soft hair.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean for it to happen that way.”

“I hope you’re not apologizing for making love to me. I begged you to do it and I would have been super pissed if you hadn’t.”

“I shouldn’t have done it because I was jealous.”

“Jordan?”

“Hmm?”

“I yelled at you to fuck me and you did.”

“OK.”

“I like what you did just now. It was hot. It turned me on. Enough said.”

He pulled back and looked up at me. I eyed him warily, not sure if he was going to drop the subject.

“I just need to say one more thing about Charles.”

“What about him?”

“He’s a surgeon, right?”

“Yes. An excellent heart surgeon.” Now I had no idea where he is going.

“I may just have to readjust his fingers if he even considers touching you. I would hate for him to sit behind a desk for the rest of his career pushing papers.”

Now I laughed and Jordan joined in.

“That goes for any other man as well,” he added.

“Got it.” I giggled at his boyish jealousy.

“We’re almost home.” He kissed the top of my head.

A few minutes later the limo pulled into the circular drive in front of the house and George opened the door. We entered the house and Jordan gripped my hand and took to the stairs. He closed the door behind us after we entered the bedroom and led me to the bed.

“Take only the dress off. I want to fuck you in your shoes and jewelry.” He unzipped the dress at the back. It fell at my feet silently, then he pulled off his clothing.

“Lie on your back at the edge of the bed.” His voice was low, commanding. I complied.

He stood at the side of the bed and fisted his cock, pumping it slowly. I gazed unabashedly at the beauty of his body.

His other hand ran slowly up my leg to my mound. His finger ran down my slit then slipped inside my pussy. I was wet and ready for him again. He pulled his finger back out and lifted each of my legs by the heel of my ‘fuck me’ shoes.

I felt my legs quiver, my ass lifting off the mattress silently, begging him to take me again.

In one swift motion he pushed his erection deep inside me. I arched my neck and groaned his name, ready to ask for more, but he immediately started pumping his cock inside me. I felt the pleasure soar deep inside me.

“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes which were glazed with sexual desire and looked up at him.

“See how beautiful you are. Sexy as hell with these ‘fuck me’ shoes. Remind me to fill up that closet with more.”

My chest heaved and my body responded with needy greed to be taken by Jordan. I ran my hands across my legs and up my torso to my breasts. I rubbed them and squeezed both nipples as my back arched off the mattress. I was mewling and pushing my bottom toward his huge cock that pumped deep in me now.

Jordan stopped and I looked up at him again.

“Lie on your stomach and put a pillow under your chest.”

“I want to come. I need it so bad,” I implored.

“Not yet. Not until I tell you or we don’t finish this tonight.”

“But, I can’t…”

“I will fucking jack off with you watching me if you don’t do as I say and you still won’t get what you want tonight.”

I scrambled up to the top of the bed with my body begging for release. I felt my throbbing pussy and the juices running down my thighs. I grabbed the pillow and lay on it as he instructed.

“Now, kneel and spread you legs but leave your chest on the pillow.” He positioned my ass in the air and came up behind me. I felt his erection on my bottom.

The broad head of his cock sat at the entrance of my pussy.

He pushed in slowly and groaned as he slid further into my wet folds.

I readjusted my legs and pushed my ass toward him.

His huge cock slid all the way in.

I felt his balls hit my pussy again and again. He held onto my hips as he controlled his strokes.

“God, baby. I wish you could see how fucking sexy you look. Your long hair over your back and the pillow, ass tilted up in the air, legs spread open and your glistening pussy begging to be taken. Absofuckinamazing.”

I giggled at his made-up word.

He spanked my ass twice. “No laughing when I’m about to fuck you senseless.” He demonstrated just what he had in mind for me by pulling out and slamming back in, repeating the motion countless times.

I held onto the pillow as he pushed into me.

“I want this pretty puckered ass, babe.” He pushed a finger in the tight entrance of my ass.

I inhaled sharply with the sting of the intrusive finger. That would be new for me. We’d talked about it, but Jordan wanted us to wait since my sex ed with him was on a steep learning curve.

He pulled his finger back out. “Soon, but not tonight,” he said.

His hands gripped my hips again. With each slam of his cock, I groaned as pleasure washed over me. His balls continued to slap my pussy making an erotic sound. Jordan pushed me further to the headboard as he continued with his sensuous assault on my body.

My body rocked with the pleasure of his magnificent body over mine. I wanted this. I wanted more. My inner walls of pleasure clenched onto his shaft as if promising never to let go. His manhood swelled inside my hot center as he drove further in me.

“Ah, Christ. Come with me, Zoe. Come now!”

My body convulsed as Jordan guided us to the pinnacle of ecstasy where we took a leap into oblivion together calling out each other’s name. I fell on the bed with Jordan on top of me.

Our bodies were slick with the sheen of perspiration and our lungs pulled in air to grateful bronchioles that were starved for oxygen. Slowly, we became aware of our positions.

Jordan rolled over and pulled me into his chest. We stayed in that position until his cock softened and slid out of me.

“Are you OK?” he asked.

I nodded and smiled up at him.

Jordan took off my shoes and jewelry, then pulled the cover over us.

I nestled into his chest contentedly and my eyes fluttered closed.

Chapter 28

I don’t know how he does it. Jordan was ball of energy that doesn’t seem to slow down. Sunday morning I woke to God-awful singing. I wobbled out of bed and leaned into the bathroom door to see him vigorously washing his hair while singing, “Treasure” by Bruno Mars.

He looked through the glass shower at me and grinned.

I shook my head and went back to bed. He was totally hilarious with his singing and just wouldn’t shut up. A few minutes later he was standing by the side of the bed.

“Don’t you like your song that I chose for you?” He was naked in all his gorgeous glory. I pulled the covers over my head. Jordan jumped on the bed and tickled me through the comforter. We wrestled and played until I pulled a pillowcase off one of the pillows and waved it like a white flag.

“Just don’t ever be tempted to give up your day job. You would not make a dime as a singer,” I teased him.

He laughed, jumped off the bed and pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt. Commando.
Oh yeah!

“I need to get going. I have totally neglected my house.” I scrambled out of bed.

“I’ll take you, but first shower and breakfast.”

I saluted him and went to the incredible shower, turned it on full blast with all five shower heads beating down on my sore muscles.

Becky had homemade waffles with maple syrup and fluffy scramble eggs ready for us.

Jordan took me home in his sexy Maserati. During the ride home I texted Jenna to check on her but David texted back saying she was still sleeping from the Phenergan that she took earlier.

A visit with Aunt Suzette was long overdue so I texted her asking if we could meet for dinner tonight. I needed her advice and wisdom, plus I missed her company and I wanted to talk with her about planning a baby shower for Jenna in a few months.

Jordan came inside my house for a few minutes, and then I remembered that I forgot my luggage at his penthouse, which I told him. All I had with me was my purse and computer.

“I don’t think I packed much from your house anyway. I had my driver bring some of your clothes from my penthouse the morning we went to San Francisco.”

“Which is why I didn’t recognized any of the clothes that I wore but I was way to busy to argue about it, you sneak.”

He pulled me in a kiss and nibbled on my lips.

I broke off the kiss and shoved him through the door just as my phone started ringing. It was Mia on Skype.

“Have you been with Jordan the whole weekend or what?”

“Well, hello to you, too.” I grinned at her. She was sprawled delicately on a lounger at her father’s pool.

“I miss you, biotch.”

“Yeah, I miss you too, but don’t you have someone else to harass?”