Sweet Jayne (39 page)

His hand reaches out and his touch flutters over a bruise on my breast. Then, he leans forward and kisses it. I let out a happy sigh when his tongue flicks out. He runs the tip of his tongue over the sore bruise and then teases my nipple. I’m craving him desperately.

But I know, just like me, he’ll have his own demons to sort out. I’ll give him what he needs so that we may move forward and leave the past behind us. At last. I thread my fingers in his hair when he moves over to my other nipple. His teeth gently graze the flesh causing me to suck in a harsh breath of air.

“Did I hurt you?” he murmurs against my flesh, his hot breath tickling me.

I laugh. “Quite the opposite. You’re driving me wild, handsome. Te necesito.”
I need you.

He rises back up to his full height, regarding me with narrowed eyes. I love being under his scrutiny. Like I’m some never-before-seen creature that needs understanding. That I’m a hypnotic drug. Rare. Precious even. I want to be the only one who he’ll ever look at this way with a beautiful mixture of lust, love, and undeniable attraction.

His fingers find the bottom of his T-shirt and he peels it effortlessly from his body revealing a nicely sculpted chest for a forty-five year old man. Donovan has aged well and doesn’t look a day over thirty-five to me. He’s every bit as sexy as the day he stormed into our lives. After he tosses his shirt and begins working at his belt, I can’t help but think about Mamá. She’d found Donovan
for me
. Played a masterful game of deception that could have backfired drastically
for me
. Because of her desire for me to be happy and successful, she plotted
for me
. When she gets back from her cruise, I’m going to have a long sit down with her. I’ll explain to her everything that’s happened. There’ll be tears but then I will present her grandson to her. A product of her unconventional matchmaking. A child created in love.

“You’re smiling. What’re you thinking about?” he questions, his voice husky and deep.

I chew on my lip and let my eyes scan over his perfect body—strong and filled out in all the right places. His cock hangs thick and alert. Eager to be inside of me. A shiver of delight runs through me. “Just thinking about Mamá. How she’s going to freak out once she realizes she has a grandson.”

He chuckles and raises an eyebrow at me. “We’ll never get to see him again. She’ll fatten up our boy with her choripan con chimichurri and keep him all to herself.”

When we stop laughing, our eyes meet, both hungry for the other. I don’t get a word out before he pounces. His hands grip my ass and he lifts me, carrying me straight for the bed. We fall together, my head bouncing once before his mouth is back on mine.

I’ve missed this.

So fucking badly.

“I thought about you every second of every single day,” he growls against my lips before nipping the flesh of the bottom one. “Always you, baby.”

His dick slides against my bare pussy causing me to whimper and mewl like a little kitten. I need him inside of me like yesterday.

“Donovan…”

“I’m going to fuck you and suck you and devour every goddamned inch of your body. Once I take you, there’s no going back. You’re mine forever,” he tells me, his voice deep, dark, and delicious.

“Forever,” I agree, my words a breathless promise.

His cock pushes against my slick opening and then he drives all the way into me. I start to cry out but he silences me with a kiss deep enough to steal my soul. With Donovan, he can have it. It belongs to him anyway.

“So beautiful. So fucking beautiful,” he coos as he thrusts into me, brutally and uneven. No rhyme or reason to his lovemaking. Just desire and need and love guiding his body.

I melt at his touch and his tender words. With every pound into me, I soak up his love. I can feel him in my nerve endings. My every thought. My heart.

His teeth nip at my lip again causing me to cry out. I want him nipping at me everywhere. My neck and ears and tits. Everywhere all at once. He’s too much and not enough. It drives me insane with need.

“Donovan…”

He pulls away from our kiss and rests on his palms on either side of my head caging me in. Our eyes meet as he thrusts slowly, almost lazily into me. I love the intensity he stares at me with. That although his gaze is heated and borderline scary with need, the love and protectiveness over me shines through, comforting me.

“I’m fucking you, Nadia Jayne. It will always be me.”

I nod and stare into his beautiful orbs that let me peek at his good soul. If I were capable, I’d climb inside of him and cocoon myself with his love.

“Touch your clit while I fuck you. I want to watch you come all over my dick, pretty girl.”

His words ignite a match within me and I eagerly slide my fingers between us. My sensitive bundle of nerves is throbbing with the need to come and I’m all too happy to help out the cause. Me, touching myself, while he devours me with his hungry gaze has me soon writhing beneath him.

“Look at me when you come, beautiful. Say my name when you do it.” His commands are breathy and hoarse. He’s barely hanging on by a thread. I crave to yank at it and unravel him forever.

“Oh, God,” I murmur as the exhilarating sensation of an orgasm born by love begins to spread like wildfire.

“Say. My. Name,” he grunts, his thrusting becoming more powerful.

“Donovan!”

The second I cry out his name, I am sucked into the vortex of an all-body consuming orgasm. Years of stress and pain, melt away as pleasure and love whip around me. His heat floods through me as he too loses himself and his thrusting slows until he all but collapses on my weakened body. We lie conjoined, our bodily fluids mixing together as if they were created to do so, and remain motionless. Our heavy breathing is the only indication we’re both still alive and here on this earth.

“Te amo.” My words are soft and but a whisper.

But he hears them.

Even with time and space and questions separating us, I felt like he always heard me, especially during the worst of times. Times I’d been a victim of Logan’s brutality. It was always Donovan cutting through the haze of my hate and pain. He was the voice of reason. My comfort. My sanctity.

“I love you too, baby,” he murmurs, his face buried somewhere in my hair.

I smile and run my fingernails up and down his shoulders.

“Donovan?”

He lifts up and regards me with a lazy smile I want to lick. “Yeah?”

“Will you marry me?”

His laughter fills the room and warms my soul. “Crazy girl, you’re not supposed to be the one asking.”

I pout when he slides out of my body and climbs off the bed. His ass, all firm curves and muscle, tightens as he strides over to the dresser in the room. He opens it and retrieves a small blue box I recognize as Tiffany’s. I’m going insane with need to see what’s inside but he disappears into the bathroom. When he returns, the box is gone but he’s carrying a wet cloth. He’s already wiped himself clean so when he sits down on the edge of the bed, he gently wipes away any remnants of our lovemaking from me.

I’m antsy and can’t sit still any longer. “What was in the box?”

He flashes me a smile. “Before you disappeared, I bought you this.” His palm reveals a dainty solitaire diamond ring. It’s not flashy or gaudy but it’s not small by any means. It seems perfect.

“You held on to it all this time? Without knowing if I’d ever come back?” I question with tears welling in my eyes.

He grasps my hand and slides it on my ring finger. “I knew if I could ever get my hands on you, you’d let me put this ring on you too. Just had to find you first.” His wink has my heart fluttering around in my chest.

I admire the ring and beam at him. “I love it. But…”

He scowls and it’s so cute. “But what?”

“Won’t people think we’re crazy? You marrying your stepdaughter? Like you used to worry about?”

His hand tugs mine and he brings it to his lips. He kisses the knuckle above the ring he just gave me. “Fuck those people. Since when do we care? It’s always been the Donovan and Nadia show. If they can’t accept us, they can fuck off.”

I sit up on my knees and attack him with a kiss. I’m straddling him with him inside of me again before my next breath.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I tease with a wicked glint in my eyes. “And then tomorrow take me to the courthouse and marry me.”

He slaps my ass with both palms and urges me to ride him faster. His teeth find my tit and he bites down. When I moan, he chuckles. “Anything for you, dirty girl.”

I fucking love Donovan Jayne.

A
lot can change in three weeks. In my life,
everything
changed. The dark burden I’ve carried for nearly ten long years has been lifted. Every single day, I find
her
, my sweet baby sis, in my kitchen cooking breakfast. I still have to rub the sleep out of my eyes and pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.

“Uncle Kasper? Can you stay home and play Minecraft with me?” Tay questions from the bar while he watches his mother flip bacon.

I walk over to him and ruffle his light brown hair. He’s a cute little kid, even if he does look mostly like Logan and is a painful fucking reminder of what transpired to bring him into this world. Kase hasn’t recounted what happened in detail to me, but I’ve read her testimony. Rape. Torture. Physical abuse. All things Nadia suffered from as well. Although, once Nadia came along, my sister was spared from almost all of that.

A pang of guilt washes over me. I still haven’t spoken to Nadia like I want. There’s so much I need to say to her.

“Sorry, little man. I’m swamped up at the station. Maybe you, your mom, and your sister could come visit me for lunch, though. We could go to that diner you like so much where the chicken nuggets are shaped like dinosaurs.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Will Ames be there?”

My heart swells at the mention of my girlfriend, that’s what she is despite her eagerness to not “label” what we are. “She meets me every day. I know she’ll be glad to see you again. When I talked to her on the phone last night, she said she had a geode for you.”

His nose scrunches up. “What’s a geode?”

“It’s a rock. Kind of ugly on the outside but beautiful on the inside. She says it’s purple. Do you like purple?”

He nods, a toothy grin spreading across his cute face.

“Eat up, sweetie,” Kase says and sets a plate full of scrambled eggs with a side of fruit and bacon in front of him.

When he starts eating, she finds her way into my arms. I hug her to me. My sister is finally here. After all this time, I’m still completely fucked in the head over this.

“Any plans for the day, little bit?” I question, my voice hoarse with emotion.

She nods and pulls away to dish up more food on a plate. “Mom is going to come over and see the kids for a bit. She looks better than I remember.”

“Now that Dale’s out of the picture, she’s finally getting her life put back together.”

I accept the plate and sit down to eat. We’re all quiet, each of us lost in thought. I’ve made sure Kase and Tay have been put into counseling—the best our city has to offer thanks to Donovan. They go twice a week and I hope it’s helping. Tay seems like your typical seven-year-old. But Kase sometimes walks around with a glazed over look in her eyes.