Stern Desire Love Redeemed (20 page)

He pulled out of me and lay next to me.

"I love you more than you know, Kyra," he said as he kissed my tears away. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Do you realize this is the first time you told me you
loved me while awake?"

"I guess I couldn't hold it in any longer."

"I'm glad to finally hear it."

"I love you, Jared Stern," I repeated.

"I love you, Akyra Harris. I cannot imagine you not being in my life...Kyra, we didn't use any protection!" The realization suddenly came to him.

"Don't worry about it. I took the shot." I was
starting to become very good at lying.

"Do you realize we are in a wet puddle?" Jared asked.

"I think I peed the bed," I said shyly.

"Couldn't hold it?"

"There is no way I could hold anything in. You extricated everything from me, including my hidden feelings for you."

He laughed and rolled me on top of him. I rested my head on
his chest, listening to his heartbeat, as he held me ever so tightly. He smoothed my hair back, and the stainless steel watch by Audemars Piguet on his left hand suddenly got me thinking. Why hadn't I ever seen him without a watch, and why did he react that way in the hospital when I had tried to take a look at his hand? What was he hiding and would I ever know?

"Beautiful watch. Can I see?"

Jared held his arm out for me to see. The beautiful
timepiece fitted snugly to his wrist. I held his hand and, under the pretense of admiring the watch, I tried to scrutinize his arm for any suspicious markings. His body suddenly tensed under mine. The rise and fall of his chest ceased as he held his breath. His heart raced. I released his hand and he let
out a soft sigh of relief. His hand returned to my back and, with gentle feathery fingers, he caressed my lower back. Quietly, I listened with my ear pressed against his chest as his heartbeat returned to a normal rhythm.

J.C. and I waited in the waiting room. I positioned myself in a chair facing the hallway to see Jared's return. As he came into view, I told J.C. I was going to use the ladies room. I borrowed the key to the restroom from the nurse at the desk and headed down the adjacent hallway. I
noticed that the unit was circular, so if I kept on going, I would find Room B57. I rounded the corner and saw Jared passing the nursing station, heading toward the waiting room.

I slipped into Room B57.

Ella was sitting in the bed, her back against the wall, knees pulled up tightly to her chest, and her head rested on her knees. She was motionless.

What did he do to her?
I thought.

I had no idea what state of mind she was in. What if she got all crazy on me and attacked? Self-defense classes might have come in handy today. I needed those pictures, and I did not have much time.

"Ella?" I said.

She slowly looked up at me, all broken and defeated. Then she looked away again.

This is not good,
I thought.

"What is it that he sees in you?" Ella asked
loathingly.

"Probably something you're lacking."

She snickered, "You have no idea."

I decided I'd better get straight to the point.

"Ella, I have fulfilled my part of the deal. Now you need to do your part."

"What deal are you talking about?" she asked, still not moving.

"Listen, you might be able to fool everybody else, but
you are not fooling me. I got Jared to come and visit you. Now you want to renege on our arrangement."

"Sorry, I can't help you." She looked up at me. "You don't scare me as much as he does."

So, I need to scare you,
I thought.

I moved closer to the bed.

"Ella, what do you value more than anything in this world? What is the one thing you can't stand to lose?" I asked in my
smooth, therapeutic voice.

"Jared," she said, and looked away again.

"What else?" I asked calmly.

"My career."

Now we were getting somewhere.

"Anything else?"

"The lifestyle... traveling, shopping, everything laid out at your feet."

"How about your sister?"

She looked up at me again, quizzically.

"What do you know about my sister?" she said, looking shocked and confused.

I'd gotten her full attention. "Listen to me, Ella. You
should realize by now I have the upper hand. I know what you are up to and I refuse to play your game. I was the one who got Jared here. If it was not for me, you would still be calling and begging. You better realize that one word from me and you could lose everything," I warned.

"He would not do that. He promised."

"I could say you called me, you threatened me. That should get him mighty mad, don't you think?"

Fear returned to her eyes.

"I'm tired of fucking around with you. Do you think you are the only one with incriminating evidence? Did you know he has pictures of you, in very compromising positions, which I have already found? Imagine those
pictures on the front of the tabloids. What would become of your career, your lifestyle? And what would happen to your sister? She would end up in some dump of a facility, neglected and sitting in her crap all day, instead of that cushy
home being waited on like a queen." I took a deep breath. "So, now tell me. What is it going to be?"

She was scared. I'd gotten to her.

"You wouldn't do that."

"When I'm fighting for what's mine, there are no
lengths I will not go to. Don't let this innocent face fool you, Ella. You don't give me what I want, I'll walk away, but trust me: when you think everything is okay, when you think you have won and you least expect it, I'll tear your
fucking world down around you and bury you underneath it."

"I underestimated you, Akyra. You'll have to call my assistant. His name is Johnny."

"Number." I got my phone from my bag.

"Nice bag," she commented. "Did he get that for you?"

"Actually, I can afford to buy my own bags," I replied. "What's the number?"

I entered the number she told me. It rang a couple of times and her assistant answered.

"This is Kyra," I said. "Do you have some documents for me from Ella?"

"Yes," he replied.

"I'll call you back." I hung up.

"Is this the only copy?" I asked.

"No, I told Jared where the others are."

One thing I'd learned was to never turn your back on a crazy
person, or on one who was pretending to be, especially after you have pissed them off. So I backed up to the door.

"Be careful, Akyra," she warned. "You don't
know what you are getting yourself into. A sweet girl like you could really get hurt."

So, I decided to give her a word of advice, too.

"Clean yourself up, get back on your feet, and don't
fuck your life up over a man."

"My life was fucked up long before Jared Stern," she said angrily. "He just made it worse."

I closed the door behind me.

"God, please forgive me. You know I would not act on
those things I said in there."

Down the hall, Jared was standing at the nurses station with his back to me, and the nurse was pointing in the direction of the restroom. I hurried in the opposite direction and rounded the corner, praying that I made
it there before him. If not I'd tell him I got lost. Luck was on my side. As I put the key in the door, Jared came into view, so I removed the key from the door and walked toward him. He put his hands around my waist and kissed me
tenderly on my forehead. A shiver ran down my spine. Why was I so powerless with this guy? His touch, his look, rendered me totally helpless.

"Let's get out of here," he said as he took my
hand.

I returned the key at the nurses station, and she did not acknowledge me. She was too busy gawking at Jared.

J.C. and the chauffeur were waiting by the black, shiny limo. As we approached, the chauffeur opened the door and I slid into the rich,
soft, leather seat. Jared sat next to me and put his hand around my shoulder. His nose went to my hair and he took a deep breath.

"I just love the smell of your hair," he said.
"I love the way you smell all over."

I suddenly realized that J.C. was not sitting with us, but in the front with the chauffeur and the privacy glass partition was up. What was he up to? I was not going to make out with Jared in the back of a limo
while driving around New York with J.C. and the chauffeur a few feet away. I had to learn to be spontaneous and make it second nature.

He lifted my left leg over his. Just knowing what he was
about to do, before he actually did it, had me wanting him. His hand went between my legs and he began to caress me. I was wearing some very thin leggings that did not offer much protection from his probing fingers. As his thumb circled and massaged my clitoris - my other tongue - the aching turned
into deep, intense burning. I attempted to remove my leg off his, but he restrained me by putting his leg over mine instead.

"Jared, please not here," I whispered, but his persistent, invading fingers refused to stop.

I held back moans and groans, and even though I was not comfortable making out in the back of a limo driving around New York with J.C. and the chauffeur in the front, it was too risqué and pleasurable for me to try
and stop him. Part of me wanted him to stop, but the other part wanted to shout, "Fuck me right here, right now."

"I love how you get so wet by a single touch," he said.

He smiled as I squirmed under his fingers.

I did not notice his hand was no longer around my shoulder until I heard a rip. My eyes flew open as his fingers entered me.

"Jared, not here," I whispered.

"Just go with it, babes," he whispered back as his finger repeatedly and steadily plunged into my warm, leaking, quivering v-jay. In and out, deeper and deeper his finger went. He added another finger. I sunk into the seat and raised my hips as my v-jay stretched to accommodate the
additional appendage. His eyes were blazing green with passion. He unzipped his pants and I saw his magic stick straining against his boxer briefs. He unleashed it and it flew up to his stomach. He was hard, looming majestically
upwards, threatening to invade me to inflict painful pleasure. I straddled him. I took hold of his magic wand and guided him inside me.

"Mi Dios, que usted es tan dulce, tan apretado, tan
jugoso."

My God, you are so sweet, so tight, so juicy.

Those sexy, nasty words, uttered in another language off his velvety tongue, aroused me even more. I slowly lowered myself on quivering as
he filled my love tunnel. This was where he belonged. I lost all my inhibitions and I began to take him on a wild ride. I held on to the head rest and wrapped my legs around his hips, gyrating wildly and forcefully.

"Oh, baby... take it easy."

"Too rough for you, babe?" I whispered teasingly.

He uttered a loud, animalistic moan and reciprocated. His hands grasped my breasts, my silk blouse an annoying barrier between his hands
and my boobies. Frustrated by the blouse, he yanked it over my head. Impatiently, his hand grasped my breast, and he shoved my perky nipple into his warm, watering mouth, suckling like a starving baby. I wanted him deeper. I unwrapped my legs from his hips and planted my feet on the seat. I winced as he
unexpectedly raised his hips and the tip of his penis bounced off my cervix. He was deep inside me, thrusting vigorously. The pain aroused me even more. I fucked him hard, and watched as his passion-filled face fought back his
impending climax. His hands were on my ass, squeezing, trying to slow down my momentum. I felt like an animal that had been caged up and then finally released, and he was my prey. I looked down on him and his eyes were blazing.
He was speaking incoherently - the only thing I recognized was my name.

"Fuck, babes, what got into you?" he asked breathlessly.

"You," I mumbled and covered his lips with mine.

"Babes, slow down, please," he begged. "Keep up, baby," I taunted. I crushed my lips against his, then firmly took his lip between my teeth and pulled.

He attempted to adjust my position, trying to take control,
but I shoved his shoulders back into the seat.

"Not yet, babe. Better hold it," I teased, not slowing down.

"I'm sorry, babe. I can't..."

He held me tight, crushing me to his chest as he exploded
inside me.

"Holy fuck! Mother of..." He was too loud. I clamped my hand over his mouth. His eyes were wild with passion as he squeezed me hard, smashing my breasts against his chest. I attempted to move, but his
hold was steadfast.

"Don't move yet," he said, his eyes closed as he tried to regain his sanity. "I wish we could stay like this forever."

I sat there with him inside me until I felt him go limp.

"Kyra, what the hell was that?" he asked finally.

"That was me making you happy."

"You've been holding back."

"Not really. You've just formally met her."

"Met who?" he asked.

"Nikki Wild."

"Nikki Wild," he repeated.

"Her name says it all."

"I like her."

He took his handkerchief from his pocket, lifted my leg, and wiped away our juices from my v-jay. I made a mental note to start travelling
with wet wipes. When he was done, I sat back in the seat and put my Gucci top back on. At least it was still intact. My leggings were now crotchless, but my top would cover that. I fixed my makeup and sat back like nothing had happened. Jared was dressed again and tucked the handkerchief into his blazer pocket. He
placed his hand around my shoulder and took a deep breath as he held the fingers that had been in me to his nose.

"I just love how you smell...and taste, I might add."

"Do you think they heard?" I asked Jared.

"Do you care?"

Not in the moment, I hadn't. But I did now.

"Will I meet her again?"

"Meet who?" I asked, pretending not to know who he was asking about.

"Nikki."

"Maybe."

"I'd love to meet her again," he said, nuzzling my
hair.

"I think we're home." The car was pulling into the Four Seasons. The chauffer opened the door. Jared and I climbed out. He took my hand and led me inside.

"Where is J.C.?"

"He went on an errand."

I knew what that errand was. I needed to find a way to go on an errand of my own. Never letting go of my hand, we entered the lavish lobby of the Four Seasons and walked toward the front desk.

As we approached, a young woman at the desk looked up and smiled. "Hello, Mr. Stern. Welcome back. Everything you have requested is in your suite. I hope you find everything satisfactory." She handed him
the key cards.

"Thanks, Eve." He took the key.

"You're welcome, Mr. Stern. Please let us know if you need anything." That sounded kind of personal. "Ma'am," she finally acknowledged me. "Have a good evening."

We got to the very big, richly furnished suite. The first thing I noticed was the racks of clothes: expensive designer clothes, shoes, accessories, hats, and even undergarments.

Jared's phone rang and he answered it. "Jess, what do you have for me?"

This might be my chance, but he did not let me go.

"Jared, I need to go freshen up," I said when I
realized he was not going to let go of my hand.

"Hold on, Jess." He pulled me close and kissed me hard.

I turned and started to walk away. "By the way, I'm going down to the gift shop. I'll be back in twenty minutes."

"Wait for me. We'll go together."

"I'm just going downstairs. Not out onto the streets of New York."

"Kyra, please wait for me," he said sternly.

"Jay," I said seriously. "It's downstairs, for Pete's sake. Take care of your business. I'll be back in a few minutes."