Stroke of Sapphire (11 page)

Jake motioned to the stove. “Anything I can do to help?”

She shook herself out of her sexual haze. “No. Yes. You can pour the wine. There’s a bottle of white chilling in the refrigerator.”

While Jake dealt with the wine, she got dinner on the table. They worked well together and the evening turned into something cozy and wonderful, but always with a sexual edge pulsating just under the surface.

They chatted about their day, or she mostly talked and he listened. She knew he couldn’t talk much about his work because of client confidentiality, but he did seem to enjoy listening to her talk about her work.

Dinner passed quickly and, with Jake’s help, the mess was cleaned up in no time. They took their coffee and pie into the living room. He forked up a piece and tasted it. He closed his eyes and made a sound of pleasure. “This is exceptional.”

Sapphire smiled, loving his reaction. It was all she’d hoped it would be. “I thought you’d enjoy it.”

“It’s incredible.”

They finished their dessert and, when they couldn’t find a movie, settled on a baseball game instead. She left long enough to dispose of the dishes and use the bathroom and then she quickly returned. Jake sat in the center of her sofa, arms spread across the back.

“Come here.” He patted his lap. Her pussy clenched as she made her way toward him. She sat on his lap and waited to see what he would do next.

Her legs were on the outside of his and when he moved his feet apart, he spread her thighs wide. “Lean back against me.”

She did as he asked and felt the hard press of his cock against her lower back. His hands came around to the front, one of them cupping a breast and the other delving between her thighs.

Sapphire waited, balancing on the edge of desire, but Jake simply settled back and watched the game. The man was diabolical. Every inch of her body was like a live wire. She could feel the heat from his hands through her clothing. Even though all he did was rest his hand against her breast, the mound swelled and the nipple puckered almost painfully.

And her pussy was wet and aching with need. She started to squirm, but he clamped his hands down tight, preventing her from doing so. A low moan broke from her lips. “Jake.”

“What do you want?” His breath teased her neck and she could feel the hard pulse of his cock against her back.

“I want you to touch me.”

“I am touching you.” The man was infuriating.

“Really touch me.” She managed to move an inch and his fingers rubbed over her distended nipple, drawing a low moan as pleasure rushed through her.

“You have to show me.” His low voice was almost hypnotic. “Take off your clothes and lie on the coffee table. I want to see your pretty pussy.” He muted the television and silence surrounded them.

Sapphire was surprised her skin wasn’t on fire with the amount of heat rushing through her. She stood and looked at him, uncertainty filling her. Jake’s eyes blazed with passion and something more, something she couldn’t quite identify. But the passion was enough. She pulled her top over her head and let it drop.

Jake reached out and turned her coffee table around so it sat perpendicular to the couch. He patted the wooden top.

She gathered her courage and slowly removed her shoes and pants, leaving her clad only in her sexy lingerie.

Jake’s eyes lingered on her breasts before moving to her mound. “The lace is sexy as hell, but I want you naked.”

She knew Jake needed to be in charge of their lovemaking, but was quickly realizing it was a double-edged sword. As much as she was getting aroused, so was he. His skin was flushed and his shoulders and biceps strained the seams of his sweater. He might be playing it cool, but he was as tense and wound up as she was.

That gave her the confidence to make her next move. She reached behind her back and undid the hooks of her bra. Bending forward, she let the straps fall down her arms. The bra dropped to the floor. Jake’s breath hitched and his gaze narrowed.

Oh yeah, she was turning him on big time.

Turning her back to him, she hitched her thumbs into the band of her panties and wiggled out of them. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her ass as she bent over, heard his sharp intake of breath.

“On the table.” Gruff and commanding, he left no doubt that he expected her to comply.

Sapphire sauntered to the table and sat on the edge before lying back on it. The wood was cool against her heated skin and she arched up, displaying her breasts for him.

“You are exquisite.” The reverence in his voice washed over her like a warm wave. “Put your feet on the edge of the table and let your knees drop open.”

She knew the position would leave her pussy wide open and exposed to him. Her heels were on the edge of the table by her butt before she could truly think about it. She dropped her knees and moaned as the cool air brushed over her sex.

Jake leaned forward and cupped her pussy with one large hand. “Who does this belong to?”

The possessiveness in his tone should frighten her, but it made her feel powerful and womanly and sexy. “You.”

“That’s right. This is my pussy.” He stroked one long finger over her clit and she couldn’t suppress a moan of pleasure.

Jake stood and she almost cried out as his hand lost contact. She swallowed it back and waited, her body trembling as she anticipated his next command. He walked around the table, studying her.

He leaned down and tweaked one puckered nipple, making it tighten even more. She arched into his touch and his low, pleased laughter washed over her. “Jesus, you’re so responsive.” He lightly pinched her other nipple and she cried out, her pelvis lifting off the table.

“Touch your breasts, baby. Pinch your nipples as light or as hard as you want. But keep your legs open. I want that pussy nice and hot and needy.”

Oh God. She didn’t know if she could stand much more of this. She took both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and teased them. It felt even better than it usually did because she knew he was watching her pleasure herself.

Jake walked back to the sofa, his eyes never leaving her breasts. He ripped his sweater over his head, exposing his chiseled chest and washboard abs. She longed to touch him, to lick every inch of his body.

He settled back on the sofa and opened his jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear so his cock sprang forward, eager and ready. He grasped the hard length in his hand, stroking once, twice.

Sapphire was panting harder now, her pussy wetter than it had ever been before. Jake motioned to his cock. “I want your mouth on me.” He crooked his finger at her.

She sat up and gracefully knelt between his spread thighs, remembering to keep her legs wide apart.

“Hands behind your head.”

She placed her hands in position, linking her fingers together to keep them there.

“That’s perfect,” he praised. He sat forward and fed the flared head of his cock into her open mouth. She closed her lips and sucked. “Fuck, that’s good.”

She used her tongue and the light scrape of her teeth on his shaft as he moved his length in and out of her mouth. One large hand cupped the back of her head while the other toyed with one of her distended nipples. Her hips swiveled and she whimpered with growing need. She felt so empty without him inside her.

He suddenly gripped her hair and pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. “Come here.” He lifted her in his arms and laid her out on the sofa, lifting one leg so her foot sat on the back. She was wide open and totally exposed once again.

Jake knelt between her legs, lifted her hips and brought his mouth to her. The second his tongue touched her clit she exploded. She cried out, her entire body jerking. Jake licked and sucked at her pussy while she came, pushing her into another orgasm. The room went dark around the edges, but she hung on, wanting to see him.

He was such a big man, tanned and muscled. So much larger than she. He hovered over her like some dark avenging angel, strong and ready to defend what he considered his.

He leaned back and swiped a hand over his jaw, wiping away her essence. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom, quickly sheathing himself. Then he sat back on the sofa and reached for her, lifting her easily until she was straddling his lap and facing him.

She loved him. It hit her like a ton of bricks. She really loved this man even with his insecurities and controlling ways. She knew he would always put her first and would never cheat on her. In their time together, she’d come to know him well. He was genuinely interested in her as a woman and as an artist and was supportive of her career. He might want to control her in the bedroom, but outside they were equals and neither of them would have it any other way.

All that went through her head in a split second and then the ability to think disappeared when he impaled her on his cock. He stretched the swollen sensitive tissue in her channel as he forged inward. The rough brush of his jeans against her thighs was arousing. Sapphire dug her nails into his shoulders and clung to him.

Dark pleasure coursed through Jake, feeding his voracious sexual appetite. Sapphire satisfied him in a way that no other woman ever had or ever would. He knew she was special, knew she was the only one who could quell the growing darkness within him. She gave him peace and an anchor in this world.

He could still see her naked and spread across the coffee table for him, so fucking perfect, her nipples straining, her pussy wet. And the way she sucked his dick was like a wet dream.

But nothing compared to having his dick buried deep in her pussy. There was resistance at first, because he was so big and her channel was swollen from her orgasms, but there was no stopping him.

This wasn’t what he’d planned. He had intended to run her a hot bath and then gently love her. But having her sit so close to him while they watched the ballgame had challenged his control and pushed his libido to his limits.

He had to have her.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and he savored their erotic bite. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and her pussy clasped him tight. He was in heaven.

He started to move and she moaned, her head falling back to expose the long, slender column of her neck. He leaned forward and gently nipped at the tempting curve where her neck and shoulder met.

Her sweet cries of passion grew louder the more he nipped and sucked at her neck. Her hot sheath clamped down tight around his shaft. His balls grew impossibly tight and he knew he’d run out of time.

Jake gripped her hips and lifted her an inch or two before dropping her back onto his lap. His cock pulsed hard, loving the way her wet channel surrounded him.

“Jake.” His name was a whisper from her lips, but he heard it as loudly as if she’d roared it, felt the telltale tightening of her slick walls around him, experienced the ripples as she came yet again.

His balls tightened and his orgasm erupted, shooting up his shaft and spilling into the condom. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to his heart. His cock continued to pulse as her sweet pussy wrung every last bit of juice from him.

When he was done, he dropped his head on her shoulder and inhaled her sweet scent mixed with the darker tang of sex. She nuzzled against his neck and sighed, resting against him, trusting him to hold her.

He never wanted to disappoint her again. That she’d given him another chance was nothing less than a miracle. He knew that and wasn’t about to fuck things up again. Sapphire was it for him. She might be younger and more innocent than he’d ever been, but somehow she was perfect. It was as though she’d been made specifically for him.

He’d pushed her even though he’d told himself to back off and give her time to adjust to him slowly. But she’d risen to every occasion, with little or no hesitation.

She squirmed on his lap and moaned. He needed to take care of her. Carefully, he lifted her off his chest. She shivered and he frowned. It was chilly here and the last thing he wanted was for her to get sick.

He had to take better care of her. He hitched up his jeans, ignoring the condom for now. Sapphire’s eyes fluttered open when he lifted her. “Where are we going?”

He started down the short hallway. “I’m putting you in the tub and then to bed.”

Her hand rested over his heart. “Are you staying?”

“Yeah, I’m staying.” He sat her gently in the edge of the vanity in the bathroom. “But no more sex for you tonight.”

She looked at him with a question in her eyes.

He cupped her cheek in his hand, marveling at the softness of her skin. “I want to hold you all night long.”

She sighed. “I’d like that.”

He didn’t just want to hold her, he needed to hold her through the long hours of the night. He needed to know she was safe and that she was his.

She shivered again and he turned away to start the water running into the tub.

Chapter Eleven

Sapphire glanced at the large picture window of a travel agency as she walked down the street. The woman reflected back at her looked happy and confident, but there was an underlying sense of unease hovering just beneath the surface.

It had been a week since she and Jake had last made love. Since that time, he’d been attentive and gentle, nothing like the commanding presence she’d come to know and love. It was as though he was forcing himself to be something he wasn’t, something he thought she needed. She didn’t like it.

She knew what it was like to try to be something you weren’t and it wasn’t fun. The consignment shop had been the first thing on her to-do list today. She’d taken all the new clothing she’d bought—all the short skirts, low-cut tops and spiky high heels—and dumped them there for resale. Two of the guys she’d dated during her “new Sapphire” phase had called in the past three days and were gently turned away. She was happy with herself, the way she dressed and the way she lived.

She just wished Jake would be himself too.

Oh, she loved snuggling up next to him watching movies and it was nice to go out to dinner, but when it was time to go to bed, Jake either went home or lay beside her in bed, not touching her. It was enough to drive her crazy. She was horny as hell and he wasn’t doing anything about it. And the one time she’d come on to him, he’d gently put her off.

What was he doing? What was he thinking?

She didn’t know, but tonight she was going to find out one way or another. She shifted the bags in her arms, wishing she’d shopped at a market closer to Jake’s place. Next time she’d know better. She planned to cook dinner at his apartment to surprise him and, once she had him fed and happy, she was going to make him talk to her.

He had no idea what her plans were, but she knew Topaz and John were home. She’d get John to let her into his brother’s apartment. She brushed aside the niggling sense of doubt and guilt that she was invading his space without his permission, but she shrugged it off. If a relationship was going to work between them he had to learn to open up and let her in. Other than the one visit they’d made to his home, they’d spent all their time at her place.

If she were a suspicious woman, she’d wonder why he wanted to keep their lives so separate. But she knew Jake and he was not the kind of man who cheated on a woman. On the other hand, he was the kind of man who was almost fanatical about protecting his privacy.

She turned a corner and sighed with relief when his building came into view. Her purse started to slide down her arm, but she managed to hitch it back up without dropping her grocery bags.

“Let me help you with those.” The voice startled her and she stopped, warily staring at the man who’d appeared in front of her, seemingly from out of nowhere.

“Ivan. What are you doing here?” The last person she’d expected to see was Ivan Gregor. She’d honestly be happy if she’d never laid eyes on him again. Now she’d have to be polite.

“I can take these.” He tugged on one of the bags, but she stubbornly held on.

“No, that’s fine. I can handle them.”

His lips pinched together in a thin line and his eyes narrowed. “I said, I’d take them.”

“And I said no thank you.” Her heart was racing and her palms were sweating. She assured herself there was nothing Ivan could do to her in the middle of a public street, but that didn’t stop her from wishing Jake would come strolling around the corner. The bruises from their last encounter were finally faded and she longed to forget all about Ivan.

She took a step to the right to move around him, but he moved with her, blocking her path. Sapphire swallowed hard and squared her shoulders.
Don’t let him see you’re afraid
. Bullies thrived on making other people afraid and she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“I feel we didn’t end things on the right note the other night.” Ivan ran his hand absently over his red silk tie. Like the night of their date, he was dressed impeccably in a tailored suit and leather shoes, his hair styled and his nails manicured.

“Apology accepted.” The quicker this was done, the better.

The corners of his mouth turned down. “I have nothing to apologize for.” His face was turning a deep, mottled red. He was barely holding on to his temper. Her tension rose exponentially.

“We’ll have to agree to disagree.” She shifted to the side again, but again he blocked her. Sapphire was beginning to get extremely nervous. The street seemed suddenly empty. Where were all the people? They were virtually alone.

“I don’t think so.” Ivan stepped closer and she took a step back before she could stop herself. He smiled, but it wasn’t a pleasant sight. “I think you should come for a drive with me so we can…talk.” As if by some prearranged signal, a dark sedan with tinted windows rolled up beside them.

Okay, now she was beyond worried. Now she was downright scared. The look in his eyes sent shivers down her spine. If he got her into that car it wouldn’t end well for her.

Sapphire tossed the bags of groceries at Ivan and ran. If she could reach Jake’s home, she could buzz for John. She ignored Ivan’s angry yell and raced toward the stoop, her low heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk.

A heavy hand came down on her shoulder and she was whirled around. She had a moment of
deja vu
, as it reminded her of the night of their date. Ivan grabbed her arm and started dragging her toward the car. Sapphire dug in her heels and started yelling for help.

Ivan swore and yanked her against his chest, slapping his palm over her mouth. Oh God, he was actually kidnapping her.

“Let her go.” The voice was male and deep, but not one she recognized.

“Stay out of this. My wife is ill. She gets like this when she’s off her medication.”

She couldn’t believe Ivan’s audacity. She shook her head and stared at the stranger, pleading for help. She lifted her legs, letting Ivan take her full weight at once. His grip loosened and she landed on the sidewalk on her butt. Wasting no time, she scuttled away before Ivan could grab her again.

But Ivan wasn’t about to be deterred and lunged for her, only to come up short when the stranger stepped in front of her. Ivan glared at the man. “Get out of my way. You have no idea who you’re fucking with.”

Sapphire inched away, chest heaving, limbs quivering. She had to get to Jake’s place to get help. She eyed the stranger more carefully. He was around six feet tall, broad with short black hair. But it was the way he carried himself that made her take a second look. It was familiar somehow.

It was like Jake, and John for that matter. This man had to be military or former military.

“No, I don’t think you have any idea who you’re fucking with, Gregor.”

Ivan stopped and stared more warily at the man. “Who the hell are you?”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” Sapphire sucked in a breath. She really didn’t think the guy was kidding, nor was he finished. “You’ve got much bigger problems on your hands without bothering the lady here.”

“You don’t tell me what to do.” Ivan was furious, but he was also scared. She could see it in his eyes.

The man shrugged. “Just giving some friendly advice. You can take it or not. Up to you.” It was obvious the man didn’t care one way or the other.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sapphire caught a flash of something. She turned and almost started to cry at the sight of Jake bearing down on them, his long legs eating up the sidewalk. He glanced at her and she realized she was still sitting on the sidewalk. She pushed herself up, her legs trembling. “Hi.”

He ignored her greeting and went straight to Ivan. “You stay away from her.”

The front doors of Ivan’s car opened and two men in dark suits climbed out, both taking up position on either side of him. Ivan squared his shoulders, more at ease with his bodyguards beside him. It reminded Sapphire of a bad movie, and these guys were obviously the muscle.

“I don’t take orders from some bodyguard.” Ivan laughed. “I did some research on you and you’re nothing but a former army bum.”

“Think what you want, but stay away from Sapphire.”

The stranger shifted slightly to the side, moving closer to one of Ivan’s men. There was an air of alertness around Jake and this man that made them dangerous. Sapphire shivered. Jake didn’t even glance in her direction, but somehow he saw it. “Go on up to the house, Sapphire. I’ll be along in a minute.”

One of the bags of groceries was strewn all over the sidewalk. The other was still intact. She grabbed that one and walked as fast as she could to Jake’s place. She pushed on the security buzzer for his brother’s apartment and felt a huge weight lift when John answered. “Yeah.”

“John, it’s Sapphire. You need to come down. There’s trouble.”

No reply, but seconds later, feet pounded down the inside staircase. The door opened and John stepped out, gun in hand. “Get inside.” He ushered her into the foyer and shoved the door shut.

Sapphire set down her purse and bag of groceries and leaned against the door, watching out the window as John approached the group of men. He kept the gun down by his side, mostly hidden from view.

“What’s going on?” Topaz’s heels clicked on the stairs as she hurried toward Sapphire.

She shook her head. If she started talking she’d probably burst into tears. Plus, she didn’t want to take her gaze off the men. She released a deep breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding when Ivan climbed into his car with his goons and left.

Jake spoke to the stranger who’d stopped to help her. Sapphire’s gaze narrowed when the two men did some kind of complicated male handshake. Then John slapped the stranger on the shoulder and said something to him. It was clear that they weren’t strangers. Jake knew the man who’d helped her. A neighbor, maybe?

The stranger left before she could get the door open to thank him. One second he was there, the next he was lost in the growing evening shadows. Jake gathered the spilled groceries, dumping them back into the bag, and then he and John strode back to the building. She wanted to throw herself in his arms, but wanted to be strong. After all, she wasn’t hurt, only scared.

Topaz stood behind her, tapping her toe against the tile entryway floor. “Will someone tell me what is going on?” she demanded as soon as John walked in the door.

“That’s what I want to know.” Jake’s jaw was clenched and she could tell he was angry. “What are you doing here?”

She leaned against the wall, needing the support. “I wanted to surprise you with dinner.” She motioned to the bags with the slightly squished groceries. “Surprise.”

He lowered his head and released a long breath. “It was a surprise, for sure.” Jake raised his head and reached for her with his free arm, tugging her against his chest. He squeezed her so tight she could barely breathe, but she felt safe.

The adrenaline that flooded her system during the confrontation now left her feeling weak and slightly sick to her stomach.

“You okay?” The concern in his voice almost made her burst into tears, but she blinked them back.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Well, I’m not. Who was that guy and what was going on?” Topaz was using her big sister voice, the one that usually got quick results.

Sapphire sighed. “Can we talk upstairs? I need to sit down.”

Jake shoved the grocery bag at his brother. John barely caught it before Jake let it go. “Bring the groceries,” he ordered. Then Jake scooped her into his arms and started up the stairs.

“I can walk,” she told him. It was stupid to have him carry her up the stairs, even though it felt really nice to be cared for.

“No, you can’t. I need to hold you.” Jake buried his face in her hair and inhaled. His muscles were like iron as they surrounded her.

“Who was the guy who saved me? I need to thank him.”

“No one you need to know.” Jake’s curt reply made her frown.

“You know him. That much is obvious.” She glanced over her shoulder at John and could see the surprise on his face. “Who is he, John?”

Her future brother-in-law shook his head. “Not my place to say.”

Sapphire glanced at her sister and Topaz gave her a slight nod. She’d get the name and information out of John if Jake wouldn’t tell them. Sapphire knew she could count on her sister to get answers.

Jake set her on her feet and unlocked his apartment door, shoving it open. “Everyone inside. We might as well get this over with.”

Sapphire went straight for Jake’s favorite chair, slipped off her low-heeled boots and curled up in it, sighing with relief as she rested her head on the cushioned back. Topaz settled herself on the sofa with John beside her. Jake started to pace.

“Okay, who was that guy?” Topaz demanded.

Sapphire took a deep, calming breath, knowing she owed her sister an explanation. “His name is Ivan Gregor and I went out on one date with him. It didn’t end well.”

Jake snorted and Topaz turned her attention to him. “What your sister means is the guy figured he was entitled to sex because he bought her dinner.”

“Is that true?” Topaz demanded.

Sapphire rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on. “Yeah, it is. He was a friend of a friend, but it didn’t take me long to realize he was a narcissistic idiot. When he walked me back to my place, he got demanding, but Jake came along and Ivan left.”