JAGGED EDGE: A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE (ALPHA MALE) (7 page)

“I’ve got this blow up mattress.” He dropped a small bag onto the ground outside. Then he unrolled the folded up mattress which had been the size of a rolled up newspaper.

“It’s bigger than a King’s bed. All provided for you from Jagged Edge.”

Sammi placed it down and watched as it inflated itself from one of his charged solar packs.

“You’re getting it ready now?” he asked.

“I need to see how well this top of the line Jagged Edge product works.”

He smirked and went back to unpacking.

Two minutes later, she had a blown up mattress that spanned the entire length of the tent. He wasn’t exaggerating about the comfort. She would lay back now and rest, but she wouldn’t be satisfied until Jag slipped in right beside her.

She admired him from the bed as he circled the camp in his tight t-shirt and athletic, muscle hugging pants. His ass looked amazing. It was just asking for her to grab a handful and squeeze to her heart’s content. Jag had an amazing athletic body, with golden skin she wanted to taste.

All her past boyfriends were skinny or flabby. That could be overlooked except for one big problem: they never knew how to please her. It was always about them. Never about her.

But that evening in the wine cellar, Jag made sure it was about her. He might joke about a competition, but the way he reacted to seeing her in the throes of that orgasm; she knew he’d been entranced by her. Could she say even in love? His expression hadn’t been cocky, he’d been stroking and caressing her long after she came down.

It had all been about her pleasure.

Now
that
was something new.

As she watched him prepare their camp, she fell for him all over again.

Others might not trust Jag, but they didn’t know Jag like she did.

She’d never stopped trusting him.

Tonight, she would make it up to him. She didn’t want him to be afraid of making love to her, or think she didn’t want it.

Because Sammi wanted every part of Jag she could get. With her reservations pushed to the side, she wondered just how long they might stay alone in these woods.

Chapter Eight

Jag

Keeping active helped keep his horny demons at bay. Jag remained in control, setting up camp before they searched for firewood. By the time they lugged it all back to camp, violet and red streaked across the sky.

Night would fall soon. He stacked the firewood, but his attention returned to his backpack, where he had that special gift for Sammi. He’d been worried when they hit choppy waves that they might capsize the raft. If he lost that backpack, he’d really be pissed.

“I see you finally listened to me.” Sammi pointed to what he held in his hand.

The Firestarter. For a long time, Jag would try to start fires by hand. It proved difficult and time consuming, and it frustrated her more than it used to frustrate him.

“I should’ve annoyed you and tried to do it by hand for old time’s sake, but my whole plan for this trip is to try not to piss you off.”

“You’re a brave man. It’s like trying to walk through a minefield.”

“Please, Sammi, you’re not half as tough as some of the women I’ve dated. They would’ve been pissed at me if I didn’t take them camping within walking distance of a boutique, or a five-star restaurant. They’d probably want to be helicoptered out for the night.”

Jag flicked the switch of the starter and it took a minute for the fire to catch. They watched as it swept over the kindling, bursting into a steady flame.

“I’m sure they weren’t all that bad,” she said while placing her hands out to feel the heat.

“No, they weren’t all difficult. But none of them were as good as you, rest assured.”

“What makes me so good?” Fiery shadows danced around her curvy body in the coming dusk.

The way the light caught her emerald eyes, lighting them, drew a need in him like someone dropping a weight in his gut.

“I never understood why you always put yourself down like that,” he said.

“I’m different, Jag. You always understood that. I don’t belong in this century. I like to read and watch boring movies, some of them in black and white and silent. Do you know how odd that makes me nowadays?”

“There’s plenty of people like you,” he said. If he wasn’t stunned by her beauty right now, he’d have her in his arms. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

“I’m standing right by the fire. If you look at me you’ll see me blushing. It’s not fair.” Sammi backed off, but Jag wouldn’t let her.

She needed to know how beautiful she was.

“Don’t hide. Come closer.”

Sammi stepped into the firelight again. His heart swelled as he searched for the right words. Instead, he decided to tell her something that hurt his pride. He’d always tried to hide it from her, as making himself vulnerable wasn’t a ritual he practiced often.

“This whole time, you had no idea I had a thing for you when we were younger?”

Sammi burst out laughing. “Now I really know you fell on your head rock climbing.”

But when she saw his serious expression, she didn’t keep up the nervous laughter. “You’re serious?”

“All the other girls were boring. You weren’t boring at all. You talked different, dressed different, you actually listened to me and were interested in things other than what was on the surface. You had class. And you had my respect. Even if I
did
want to do some dirty things to you.

“You were like this secret that I could never fully figure out, the gift that keeps on giving. And when I first saw you, it was like the first home run I ever hit, a sense of magic that I’d struck gold; that I’d remember this moment forever. It struck me truer than anything ever before…but I swore I was a young idiot. You had it all. Turns out I’d been wise beyond my years, because the same feelings are still there, even after years of trying to run from them.”

Sammi’s smile stretched from ear to ear. “You still haven’t stopped being nice to me.” She pushed her hands into her pockets, swaying her hips a little as she gazed off into the treetops behind him, pondering.

“I suppose that might be my problem after all. I’ve got to stand up for myself more.” Sammi’s rocking hips came his way.

His body reacted, the blood rushing to his cock, but he breathed slowly. He began the deep breathing he performed in high stress situations, what his business coaches had taught him.

But it picked up pace as she stopped within inches.

“And I’ve defended myself more with you,” she admitted softly, head dipped low. Her chin perked up. “That’s not right. You’re the person I should trust
the most.
The truth is I’m scared because I really do care about you.”

Jag’s breath hitched. The tent behind her looked good right now. So did that bag with his present for her.

Wait, he commanded. Wait. Jag tried to focus.

“And when you did that thing to me at the restaurant, that’s the first time anything like that ever happened to me, so I reacted wrong. The truth is, it felt good. Really fucking good.”

“That’s all I’m trying to do,” he said.

“I know it, but I was scared because it felt so good. No man has ever concerned himself with my happiness.. All they cared about was theirs. And you know, the stereotype would be that you wouldn’t care like that, that you’d be selfish because of your money. I was trying to protect myself. I was kind of a bitch.”

“No.” He swiped the air, telling her to cut that out. “Don’t say that. You weren’t close. I had a lot of making up to do for when I left.”

“You’ve done a good job, Jag. You’ve made me feel very special. And alive. For a few years there, I felt trapped in a terrible life. Then a year later, I felt trapped in a lonely life, like I’d die without anyone ever really loving me.”

“I’ll be here to love you. I’m not going anywhere. I promise you that, Sammi,” he said, his voice strong.

“You made me feel very special in that back room,” she said, and her hips rocked one more time closer.

Until they touched.

Jag stood as Sammi raised onto her toes to kiss him, and Jag met her with the same unbridled passion.

Sammi

Hands roaming over each other’s bodies, they fell onto the cushioned mattress. Jag devoured her mouth and pinned her beneath his weight as she shivered. His hungry lips moved lower to her sensitive neck, causing her to curl and wrap her legs around him.

His tongue flicked over her earlobes next and it was pure bliss. She hissed and grazed her fingernails across his back. When she got to his muscular, meaty shoulder she dug in.

“I don’t want to take it slow. You can’t ask me to,” he groaned before he palmed a handful of her breast.

“I want to eat you up from your head to your toes.”

His tongue grazed her collar bone, tracing a line of fire down to her breasts. Her arms shot up to ready herself to be stripped. But Jag pulled back. With a heady stare, they locked eyes and stripped off their shirts. He showed off his impressive six-pack, the toned and bronzed body that she wanted to explore every inch of.

“I’ll teach you every way you can have an orgasm,” he growled as he took a strong grasp of her ass and lifted her up.

Jag reeled her in. Breath hitching, she tried to slow everything down but none of it helped. He snapped off her bra and growled, the vibrations rumbling right down to her core.

He squeezed her breasts again, followed by his tongue licking the perky, hard as diamond areolas. “Fuck, you don’t know how many nights I’ve been thinking about these.”

Her cheeks flushed as the heat stoked inside her. She closed her eyes, grasping his shoulder muscles tight as he sucked her taut nipple past his lips. His thumb and forefinger toyed gently with the other nipple.

In tandem, he put pressure on her, building it up until a more intense orgasm than last time threatened, and that time had blown her naïve little world.

“I didn’t know it could be this good,” she breathed out.

“I haven’t even started,” he said, in between licking her left nipple now. “Wait until my face is buried between your thighs and fucking you with my tongue until you can’t breathe.”

Sammi cursed again. Her head buzzed, her ears rang. He bit a little into her nipple and pinched the other. The pleasure pain drove like a bolt of electricity to her clit.

“These come off.”

Oh yeah, he was all caveman. All beast now. With no restraint. And Sammi didn’t care to stop him now. This one might knock her out, but she’d wake up with a smile on her face.

Jag ripped her panties off. Bare, gooseflesh rose and she skirted back to avoid him. Once again, she scurried away scared, but as Jag stripped his pants off, she settled in after a reprieve from his touch.

His cock, swollen and throbbing, sprang right out as he took off his boxers. It stood straight up, with precum pearling at the tip. Sammi bit her lip. Her eyes were hooded and she could’ve purred at the sight of that awesome cock. Long, thick, with some taut balls and a small trail of clipped hair leading up to his stomach.

Her mouth about watered at the sight of it. Jag would get a blowjob she’d never dreamed she could do.

But before she thrust onto her elbows, Jag snatched her thighs and pulled her closer. His hot lips dropped down to her core. Sammi braced herself, but there would be no bracing for what he was about to do.

His tongue slipped from the bottom of her pussy all the way to her clit. She groaned like he punched her in the gut, all the air expelling from her lungs, her channel tightening. Thighs quaking, she tried to steady herself on the mattress but slipped.

She speared her fingers through his hair. Holding on, she moaned shamelessly as he flicked and caressed that bundle of nerves which had her kicking in the air.

Jag rubbed his lips over her velvety hot skin.

“That’s a fucking sweet pussy. Come for me, baby.” His tongue speared into her, and Sammi hollered again.

She watched sparks dancing underneath her eyelids after she let go. The orgasm crashed over her and she ran in a field of bliss. Her body floated until he caught her by the back of the neck and then planted a firm kiss on her lips.

“Fuck, I love it when you come!”

“Oh…” That was the best she could say.

Her jaw dropped, her tongue circled when he unrolled a condom and strapped it down the length of his huge base. There was something about it that was just so hot—maybe the fact that it took so long to get to the bottom.

Jag nudged her sensitive pussy lips with his cock tip. Rubbing back and forth, he teased her with the length and thickness. Her pussy clenched in response. Every nerve in her body felt like it fired.

Jag thrust inside her, pushing in until he buried himself to the balls. So slowly, every inch a moment of bliss. Her channel stretched to fit him as he prodded her open, rubbing against the sweet spot with his tip as he passed it by, giving her a taste of what was to come.

“Yes,” she panted, hanging on the ‘S’ as he drove deep inside her.

“That tight, juicy pussy.”

He slowly eased himself out of Sammi, followed by thrusting in satisfying, powerful strokes. Each time she rocked her hips to get closer. Once he pushed himself all the way inside, she grabbed his hair and took a deep inhalation of his masculine, woodsy scent.

“So good,” he rasped. Jag grabbed her wrists and pinned her down, settling his weight on her as he took what he wanted.

She loved the way her body consumed him. Sammi had never thought of herself as a sexual person, but she felt like a classic seductress now. Something came over her as she found that part of her that other men had tried to bury. The part that Jag called out.

He embraced it. A glint of heat flashed in his eyes before Jag again pinned her down. He slammed into her with that long, hard cock. Her thighs spread even wider. She was so slick and hungry for him that she could take all of him crashing into her. The sound of their hot flesh slapping resounded through the woods.

Her core clenched. Her shaking legs wound around him. His lips crushed hers. Another orgasm threatened to break her as Jag’s muscles rippled, his abs clenching too. He looked serene for a moment before his cock swelled.

Slowing, but still slamming into her, her pussy milked him for all his seed. This moment felt like fate and she wished that he’d never put on the condom in a very reckless moment.

“I’m coming,” he warned. And he looked a little shocked by it.

That turned her on so much. Sammi loved the way he watched her get off, as if that was what kept him going. When he saw her heading toward her peak, he put his thumb between them and rubbed her clit savagely.

They came in unison. He groaned as she opened her mouth to let out a moan, but her voice caught. Her head rolled back, as the orgasm submerged her in a bonding peace with the man she’d loved since she’d learned what love was.