Sapphire (Steele Investigations) (3 page)

“Umm..Elliott?  I’m a little confused as to what’s going
here…and I’m a little nervous..I..I..I’m not sure what’s happened or
happening…”  I slowly turn my eyes to him a little scared of what I might see. 
He slows down for a traffic light and he turns to face me.  “Rainy, you’ve be
playing games and avoiding me for years.  The game finishes tonight.  I won. 
Or depending on how you look at it, maybe you won,” he winks.
He winks!
 Ugh
cocky arrogant ass.

“Elliott, there has been no game.  I don’t play games. I’m
just your regular normal non-game playing twenty one year old college student. 
And you’re….well, you’re you.” I skip the part about him being a  cocky
arrogant ass and continue, “Elliott, I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea, but I
won’t be sleeping with you.  I know your reputation and I do not intend to be
another notch in your bedpost.  So if you could take me home now..” I trail off
because I catch a glimpse of his eyes, which were soft but have now turned
hard.

“You
will
be sleeping with me tonight.  We
won’t
be making love tonight because you’re drunk.  And let me tell you, Rainy, when
we make love, and we will, you’re gonna want all your wits about you.”

Cocky arrogant ass!

We drive for a while longer, I’m not sure how much longer
because I’m lost in my semi-drunken thoughts which mainly centre around what
seems to be my only thought tonight
what.the.Hell?
 

“Rainy baby.  Sweetie we’re home.” I’m jostled awake and I
find myself in two strong muscular tanned arms that are attached to sex on
legs.  I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder,
breathing in his scent which can only be described as
Elliott. 
I do
this firstly because I’m drunk, tired and can’t be bothered fully waking to
co-ordinate myself to walk inside and secondly because this might be my only
chance to be the arms of someone as sexy beautiful as Elliott Steele.  He lays
me down gently on his King bed, which I sink into and I have a feeling the
mattress alone costs more than your average house, it’s that good.  I feel like
I’m floating on cloud. Add Elliott to the mix, and perhaps I’ve died and gone
to Heaven.  Elliott gently grabs my knee and slowly runs his hands down my leg
to my foot and removes my shoes, one by one, tenderly massaging my aching feet
as he goes. “Mmmm, that feels good,” I mumble.  I hear him rummaging around the
room and then he’s back, and he’s undoing the button of my jeans. “Uhh Elliott
what are you doing?” 

“Relax baby, I’m just taking your jeans and shirt off, I
have you one of my shirts here.  It’ll be more comfortable for you to sleep in
than denim and rhinestone,” he chuckles.  Oh, ok then.  Well I guess he does
have a point.  Thank the Heavens all my underwear are of the sexy variety, it’s
my little secret, and I recall that tonight I have on one of my favorite sets. 
The purple satin with black lace trim high cut panties with matching bra.  I
smile a little inside when I hear him suck in a sharp breath when he catches
sight of my bra and panties set as I tug his shirt over my head.  I turn around
on the bed on all fours and crawl up to one side of the bed, flop down on my
side and tuck my knees up so I can get back to sleep, I think I hear him mutter
“the death of me” but I can’t be sure.   I’m almost asleep when I feel the bed
sink down on the other side and then I feel a strong arm wrap around my waist
and haul me backwards into a solid wall of sexy.  I’m sleeping in a bed with
Elliott Steele. 
Holy shit!.
My eyes snap open when I notice his rigid
length resting up against my ass.  He must feel my body go tense because he
whispers softly in my ear, “Shhh baby. Go back to sleep.  Goodnight Sweetheart,”
and then he kisses my hair. 
He kisses my hair
. My body goes to liquid
and I do as I’m told. I fall asleep

******

I slowly open my eyes while going through my mental hangover
checklist – head, feels surprisingly good, just a dull ache, legs aching from
dancing, that’s normal, stomach feels okay – so I slowly pull myself up to a
sitting position and that’s when I remember where I am. 
Shit. Shit. Shit! 
I
cautiously glance over to the other side of the bed and it’s empty.  Oh, maybe
I dreamt the bit where Elliott got into bed with me.  Maybe it was wishful
thinking.  I expect to feel relieved but oddly I feel a little bereft.  I look
around the bedroom and notice firstly that it’s a very masculine bedroom.  All
the furniture is dark wood, solid and serves a purpose.  There’s no knickknack
or pieces of furniture placed throughout the room just because they’re cute. 
If I thought the mattress was Heaven last night, the bed is To.Die.For.  Solid,
chucky, dark wood frame with an intricately carved (I’m guessing it’s hand-carved
because it is the shit) bedhead, there’s a wooden chest at the foot of the bed
and I’m guessing it holds extra blankets, the bedside tables match the bed and
have industrial style lamps on them, there’s a walk in closet to the left of
the bed and beside that is a door.  I approach the door and pray that I’m right
in thinking it’s a bathroom.  I tentatively open the door and find that I’m
correct.  I take note of the enormous shower with dual shower heads and glass
screen, next to that is a mammoth spa.  Oh God how I would love to spend a day
soaking in that tub.  I quickly scan the rest of the room and find the toilet
to my left.

Back in the bedroom I find my jeans on the chest at the foot
of the bed.  I quickly pull them up, leaving on the Van Halen shirt he gave me
to wear last night which I’ve decided I’m keeping, and go in search of Elliott
so he can take me home.  I round the corner and spot Elliott in the kitchen, shirtless. 
Shirtless.
He has on a pair of faded blue jeans that sit just right on
his hips and are snug around his ass. Oh and what an ass it is.  My mouth is
dry and I’m pretty sure my jaw is on the floor as I take stock of the massive
tattoo that spans should to shoulder and half way down his back.  I never knew
he had a tattoo and it is smokin’ hot.  As in
smokin’ HOT.
He turns and
notices me staring.  He gives me a shit-eating grin and says “Like what you
see, baby?”

Cocky arrogant ass.

Instead of telling him this, I opt for, “I didn’t know you
had a tattoo”.  He doesn’t reply, instead he turns to plate up what looks like
eggs and bacon.  “Come sit up here on the stool and eat your food. I made bacon
and eggs.  After that, I’m sure you’ve got questions, you ask, I’ll answer. 
Then we have to race down the office so I can check on some work.  After that,
we’ll come back here and get to know each other a little better,” he smiles and
winks.

“Umm…okay..well..I guess I do have questions.  Elliott I’m
not really..”

 “Eat first. Questions later,” he cuts me off.

I do as I’m told and eat my eggs and bacon, and wash it down
a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.  I place my empty glass on the bench
near my now empty plate and gingerly look up at Elliott who is sitting across
from me.  His sapphire eyes are warm and he’s looking at me with an expression
I haven’t seen on him before. It’s a mix of wonder, lust, contentment and
something else I can’t put my finger on.  I give him a small smile and dip my
head as I feel my cheeks flush.  He leans across the bench and places two
fingers under my chin and gently lifts, forcing me to look at him.

 “Don’t ever look away from me baby,” he says as he stares
intently into my eyes, perhaps trying to read the emotion there.  I’m not sure
if he succeeds because, truthfully, I’m not sure even I know what I’m feeling. 
But he must be satisfied with whatever he see because he carries on, “Now, I’m
gonna lay it for you. You got questions, you ask ‘em when I’m done.”  I nod my
head in the affirmative to say I understand, and he continues, “Rainy, for
years I have wanted you, but you’ve always been too young. You’re twenty one
now and I’m not waiting any longer.  I’ve got feelings for you and I’ve always
been attracted to you.  You felt the same way until about five years ago when
all of a sudden you went cold.  Now I don’t know what the fuck that was about,
but I’m beginning to see that look in your eyes again. That look you used to
have when you wanted me.  I want this to work between us, I wouldn’t risk
everything if I didn’t think it would.  You graduate in six weeks, after that I
want you moving in with me. I had the best sleep of my life last night. Slept
like a baby wrapped around you and I want that every night.  We can either move
in here, or into your flat but I’m telling you now, I’m not living with my
sister again so if you want that she has to find her own place or we can buy
our selves something new.  Whatever you want.  You got six weeks to decide.
Until then, every night you’re either in my bed or I’m in yours.   I’m not a
hearts and flowers guy but everything goes to plan between us, I’ll put a ring
on your finger and we’ll have babies. As many as you want but I’d like four;
two of each.  Now, you got questions?”

I sit there dumbstruck.  I can’t believe this.  I wanted
this when speech to come out of his mouth when I was fifteen.  I stopped
wanting it when he starting shagging every other girl and wouldn’t even look
twice at me, and believe me I tried damn hard to get him to look! He’s always
wanted me? Well why the hell did he have to go on a shag marathon? I realize
that he’s waiting for me to speak so I conjure up something to say.

 I settle with, “If you’ve always wanted me, why did you go
on a shag spree, and not even look at me?” I also realize that I’m pretty
pissed off and I sound it too! 

He looks at me a beat, probably deciding how to answer
that
and replies, “I couldn’t have you.  You were too young, but it’s always
been you baby. Always.”

Oh.My.God. Omigodomigod, I’m chanting and doing a happy
dance on the inside. 
It’s always been me. It’s always been me.
That is
without a doubt the most romantic thing that has ever been said to me, so I
tell him, “That is without a doubt the most romantic thing that has ever been
said to me.” I feel tears sting the back of my eyes and concentrate on beating
them back.  His sapphire eyes go soft as he reaches his hand around the back of
my neck and gently pulls me forward as he leans across the bench.  Then he
gently, gently brushes his lips across mine.
I think I just came.

 He releases me and I sit there dazed, finally shaking
myself out of it and quite possibly because he’s just said the most romantic
thing ever to me, I softly, softly, so softly I kind of hope he doesn’t hear
it, say, “It’s always been you for me too”.  I look up at him to decipher
whether he heard me or not and he smiles at me. So sweetly. A smile I haven’t
seen him give anyone. Ever.  It is in this moment, that I decide I’ll just go
with the flow. If I’m honest, I’ve always wanted him. Never stopped.  I’ve just
spent the last five years pissed as hell at him because he never wanted me
back. 
It’s always been you, baby.
Yep, if there are more of those
romantic words I’m in.  They slide over your skin like velvet and it feels
fan-fuckin-tastic.  “No more questions?”  I blink up at him and realize he’s
standing beside me on my side of the bench and he’s asked me a question, which
he wants an answer to,

 “Erm not at the moment.  I..I’ve spent the last five years
pissed off and hurt that you never wanted me Elliott.  I don’t understand why
you want me now, but over the years I have convinced myself someone who looks
like you, would never
ever
want someone who looks like me, and I still
don’t understand what’s going on here but I’m willing to try whatever it is
that’s happening.  Are you,” I pause trying to find the right words, “Will you
be seeing other girls? I know from what Kami has said over the years that
you’ve had a few relationships but I’m not sure if they were monogamous and,” I
glance up at him to gauge his reaction to my question and prompt him for and
answer when the look on his face stops me in my tracks. His jaw is set and his
sapphire eyes are hard.

  “This,” he waves his hand between us, “is the real thing. 
There will be no others.  Are we clear?”

“Yes,” I reply softly, slightly embarrassed but can you
blame me?

“Good,” his sapphire eyes are soft again and he pulls me
close to his chest. His very
bare
chest.  I breathe in the scent of him
and resist the urge to run my tongue along his naked chest.  I wrap my arms
around his waist and melt as he places soft kisses along my forehead.

It’s mid-morning and we’re on our way to Elliott’s work. 
I’ve never been to his office and I only know that he and Travis own a company
specializing in security, tracking skips, investigations, for what I don’t know
but I don’t think it would be your everyday investigating who stole the cookie
from the cookie jar.  Judging by Elliott’s house, car and furniture, I think he
investigates some serious shit and gets paid
the shit
for doing it.

He spends the entire car ride with his hand resting on my
knee. I spend the entire car ride trying to control my trembling body, which is
pretty much a lost cause, because it seems as soon as he touches me I tremble. 
Elliott turns onto Bayard Close and pulls into an underground garage.  He
switches off the ignition and before I can turn to open my door he grabs me
around the neck and pulls me close.  So close our breath is mingling and I
think if I licked my lips I would also lick his lips.

 “You doin’ alright?”  I nod the affirmative.  My lips part
and he lowers his eyes to watch my mouth.  I concentrate on not panting or
giving into my urge to jump the console and eat him alive.  His eyes travel
slowly back up to meet mine and he pulls me so there is no longer an inch
between us, but a breath.  Then his lips are on mine.  He languidly places
kisses along my lower lip before sucking it into his mouth.  I moan. Loudly. Oh
God.  My lips part and he claims my mouth in a scorching hot kiss that make
every part of me tingle.  He runs his tongue along the seam of my lip, silently
asking for access.  Who am I to deny it?  I part my lips and his tongue mingles
with mine.  By the end of the kiss there isn’t an area of my mouth he hasn’t
explored.  He breaks away and we are both panting heavily.  I slowly open my
eyes and I’m met with hungry sapphire eyes