Obsessed: Part Two (6 page)

"I didn't expect you to call so soon." I brush past him as I walk through the door of his apartment.

"I can't stand this." He shuts the door behind me. "I thought a lot about what you said to me."

I nod before I turn to walk into his apartment. I try to contain my excitement but I've been floating since he called a few hours ago to say he needed to see me. This is what I wanted. It's what I've been waiting for.

"Sit down, Ivy." He motions towards the couch before disappearing into the kitchen. I place my purse down softly on the coffee table and cross my legs. The black dress I chose is comfortable and crafted to hug each one of my curves. I want this night to end of all of the scattered nonsense that has been clouding the space between us. I need it to.

He returns with two half-filled wine glasses in hand. He settles in close to me and hands one to me. I take a small sip before placing it down next to my purse. Getting tipsy makes my emotions tumble to the surface and that's the last thing I need tonight. I want him. I know he wants me. I just need him to open up and tell me what's really going on.

"You were right, beautiful." He lazily rests his right hand on my knee before continuing, "someone did cheat on me."

I feel a surge of energy rush through me at the moment his hand makes contact with my skin. Stay focused Ivy. You can't get to the bottom of this if you're constantly thinking about what he can do to your body. "I thought so."

"It's still hard to talk about." He gulps most of the contents of his glass in one movement before placing it down next to mine. "I want to share."

"It will help." I rest my hand on his, stroking his index finger with mine. "It helped me to talk about what happened with Mark."

He nods and smiles softly. "I met her a few years ago. We worked together."

I feel a twinge of jealousy run through me. I wanted this. I wanted to know the truth but am I really prepared to hear him talk about how much he cared for another woman? How much she hurt him?

"She was different. Unlike anyone I'd met. Brash and direct. She made it clear right after we met that she wanted me. Most women aren't like that." He stops to lift the glass to his mouth again.

"Most women aren't like that," I repeat. I'm not like that. Was that why he was so indecisive with me?

"That's actually a good thing." He pulls me hand under his now and squeezes it. "She was nothing like you."

I nod, deciding right in that moment that I'd absorb that as a compliment. I needed to. They weren't together anymore so that meant something. It had to.

"I fell for her fast and hard." He breathes in a deep sigh before he continues, "it was bound to crash and burn at some point. I just didn't see it coming."

"What happened?" I ask tenderly. I know what it feels like to share details of a betrayal of that magnitude. I know how exposed and open I felt and I want Jax to know that I understand the depth of that pain.

"Things were going great," he admits. "I was crazy about her. It was one of the only times I've dated someone exclusively."

Again I feel the dark edge of jealousy rise within me. It's over. That's what matters. I can't think about whether she meant more to him than I do. I can't cloud my judgment with petty thoughts like that. "She sounds very special," I say weakly.

"At the time I thought she was." He looks at me before raising his hand to brush away a wayward piece of hair that has fallen onto my cheek. "I didn't understand how special a woman could really be back then."

I blush knowing that he's now talking about his feelings for me. Despite everything that has happened between us I want him to want me. I want him to need me and maybe even love me.

"There was another guy we worked with." There's a slight edge to his voice now. "He was her boss. She did assistant work for him."

I nod not wanting to interrupt. I squeeze his hand coaxing him to continue.

"He was an arrogant bastard," he seethes. "He took whatever he wanted and he wanted her."

"I'm sorry." I stare at his face. His jaw is tightening, His eyes have clouded over. "How did you find out?"

"I didn't walk in on them or anything." He pulls back a touch and picks up the glass. He finishes what's left before he speaks again. "She actually just came right out and told me one day."

I pause before I respond. He wants me to respond I can sense it by his silence. "That takes courage," I offer.

He places the glass down before he turns so he's directly facing me. "She wasn't courageous. That wasn't it." He shakes his head and stares down at our entwined hands.

"Mark didn't tell me about any of them until I stumbled on an email," I say through gritted teeth. I'll never get used to saying that. It still stings each and every time I repeat it.

"I didn't realize that. Who was the email to?" he questions before standing to walk back into the kitchen to refill his wine glass.

"It's strange." I adjust my dress slightly as he sits back down next to me. "I can't remember her name now. Back then it felt so important and life changing. I guess I just blocked it out because I wanted to forget the entire thing."

"What did it say?"

"The email?" I take a small sip of wine to settle my anxiety over talking about Mark again.

He nods. "Do you remember what it said?"

"Not word-for-word anymore." I stare at the shape of his hand. It's so strong and unyielding. I love his hands. I love feeling his hands on me. "The point of it was that he was waiting for her in his hotel room. He sent it to me by mistake."

Something shifts slightly in his stance. His hand becomes more rigid. The tempered tone of his breathing changes. "Where was he when he sent that to you? Do you recall?"

"Yes," I whisper. "He was away on business. Chicago."

His breathing stalls briefly and he jerks his hand from mine. I sit silently while he finishes his second glass of wine in one large swallow. "How do you do it?" His voice is barely audible.

"Do what?" I lean in closer.

"Talk about it?" He turns to face me again.

I search his eyes for some semblance of understanding. "It helps me make sense of it all I guess."

"I hate her." I instantly see the tears welling in his eyes. "I hate what she did to me."

I just want to wrap him in my arms and cradle him next to me. "I know." I sense the tears rising to the surface now and I don't hold them back. "It's a horrible pain. That level of betrayal. I know."
He embraces me tightly, pulling my head into his chest. I hold him closely as sobs course through his body and mine.

"I would never hurt you like that." There's panic in his voice as he pulls away from me and grabs my shoulders with his hands. "Never. You know that. Tell me you know that, Ivy. Tell me."

I look deeply into his eyes. Everything has changed. The veil of darkness is gone. He's pleading. He's wanting. "I know," I say it with strength of belief in his words.

"I don't know how I deserve you." His lips claim mine and I hungrily pull him towards me. He scoops me up and carries me. I don't care where we're going. I don't care where we end up. This is where my heart needs to be.

He lays me gently on his bed before he pulls back and starts unbuttoning his shirt. I sit up. I reach for his belt. I need to taste him. I've wanted to for so long. I pull the belt from his slacks and deftly undo the zipper and clasp. I push them quickly to the floor and pull his magnificent cock into my hand. I stare at it. I love every part of him. I love all the pleasure he's given me.

"Oh, Jesus," he moans as my tongue circles the wide tip. I pull it into my mouth. As I gently run my tongue along the base of its crown, I feel it swell between my lips even more. I pull more of him into me. My hand gently stroking its entire length. He's so large. It's so much. I want to please him.

"That feels so good," he growls. He buries his hands in my hair, pushing me to take more. I slide him deeper within my mouth. Then pull him out. I lick the entire length. Soft gentle strokes, then harder. His hands pull lightly on my hair.

I take the length of him into my mouth now. I hollow my cheeks and I find my rhythm. I pleasure him. I'm stroking, licking, biting, tempting. I want to taste him. I need that so much.

"Stop." He pulls back abruptly. "I want to come inside of you." He's breathless as he claws at my clothes, his cock bobbing up and down in the air. I try to reach for it but he pushes me back. I'm undressed and so wet. So wanting. He pulls my body into his. I finally feel him in my hand again and I try to guide him inside of me.  He flips me over in one fell swoop until I'm on top.

"Ride me." He pushes my body down until my wetness is pressed against him. "Use it. Use me."
I take him inside. I almost scream from the sensation. He holds tight to my hips. He pushes himself up from the bed. I press down. He's so deep within me. So deep.

"Jax, please." I move back and forth, pulling him deeper and deeper. "I need to come."

"Not now. Not yet," he commands.

I try to hold in my release. I lean down and run my tongue over his neck, down his chest. I take one of his nipples between my teeth. I feel his body tense. "I'm there," he screams. "Now, Ivy, now."

My body shakes as I feel him fill me with his desire. I collapse onto his chest. He wraps his strong arms around me and tenderly kisses the top of my head.

"I'm never letting you go."

"Never," I whisper.

"Will you give in on the Veray issue now?" I playfully run my finger around his nipple.

"After that, I'll give you anything you want, beautiful." He brushes his lips against mine again and I inhale his scent. I could spend all day every day with this man in this bed.

"I want the contract to be done." I perch myself up on one elbow so I'm looking directly at him. "I want us to get that out of the way."

"Me too." He tenderly runs his hand down my cheek. "I want that attorney of yours out of your life as soon as possible."
I laugh gleefully. "What is it about him?"

"Nothing." Jax winks at me. "I just don't want you hanging out with the guy."
"Let's see." I tap my index finger on his chest. "Could it be his broad shoulders and perfectly sculpted ass?"

He raises an eyebrow as he listens intently to me.

"No, maybe it's his gorgeous blue eyes. Or could it be his jet black hair?" I tease.

"He's a lawyer." Jax reaches for my hand and pulls it to his lips. "I don't trust them. You shouldn't either."

"He's a good guy." I frown. "I've known him since I was a kid."

"That doesn't make him trustworthy, beautiful." I feel his tongue trace a pattern across my palm. "It makes him an old friend, that's all."

"Speaking of old friends." I yank my hand from Jax's grasp. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Something more important than me ravishing your body one more time before I let you sleep?" He rolls over so he's facing me and I feel his semi-hard cock rub against my stomach. My arousal is instant.

"Yes." I moan as he pulls me to him. "Please, wait. I have to ask this."

"Ask what?" he glides his hardness over my mound. I feel it briefly brush my still swollen clitoris.

"What?" I say as I greedily move my hips to try and pull him inside of me.

"Nothing," he says as his lips crush mine again. He growls as he enters me hard and fast.

I almost come the instant his fullness reaches its tip. I'm already aching from earlier. I can't take much more. He can push me to the edge of utter fulfillment so quickly. I start to move my hips to try to take even more of him in.

"That's it, Ivy." He responds in kind. He pulls me closer so every possible part of me that can be touching his naked body is. "Drink me in. Swallow me. Use me."

I speed up the pace of my hips. I fuck him harder. I pull him deeper. I can't get enough of him. I'll never get enough of him.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth as he lets out a deep guttural growl. "You're so wet. You're mine.

I come from the sound of his voice, from the feeling of him buried so deep within my body. I scream out his name as he pushes himself into me before his body shudders.

***

"You were going to ask me something earlier, weren't you?" He places the steaming mug of coffee down on the nightstand next to where I'm sitting on the bed. I'm wrapped in the sheet we just made love on.

"Do you always serve coffee in the nude?" I giggle as I pick up the mug.

"Be careful." He reaches to pull it away from me. "It's hot. Let it cool for a minute."
I pretend to pout as he sits next to me. I drink in the sight of his naked body. He's so comfortable sharing himself with me now. He's opened up. I can see it and I felt it when he took me into his bed.

"I need to go to Boston to see my dad." I purse my lips, knowing that it may be too early to bring this up but it's something I desperately want.

"You've never mentioned him before." He reaches for the mug now and takes a sip himself before placing it back down. "Is he alright?"

I take a deep breath. "He's fine. We were actually estranged for a few years."

He raises an eyebrow and I know instinctively that he wants more details about that.

"My Mark years." I wrinkle my nose hoping that will explain enough that I won't have to go into specifics.

"I like your father already." He reaches for the mug again and hands it to me after taking a sip of the steaming, fragrant coffee.

"I asked him to take the train here so we could talk about things and it went really well." I smile as I remember the huge bear hug my father had given me on the platform at Grand Central Station before boarding his train home.

"I'm glad." He rests his chin on my knees and stares into my eyes. "Family is really important."

"I agree." I reach for his hair and pull it through my fingers. He closes his eyes in response and lets out a faint moan. "That's why I wanted you to come with me to celebrate his birthday this weekend."
He pulls his head up so quickly that I have little time to react. I pull his hair by mistake and he yelps.

"I'm sorry." I giggle. "There should be a warning when you move like that."

He pulls his hand into a fist and playfully shakes it at me. "I should punish you for pulling my hair out." He reaches to rub his scalp.

"I'll kiss it and make it better." I pull my bottom lip out and whimper.

He launches his body towards me and I melt into his arms once again.