Trusting Jay: (A Chicago Suits Romance) (Loving Jay Book 1) (19 page)

“
I
’m really
grateful for everything you’ve done for me,” I began after a drink of coffee.  The words faltered, but I was determined to get them out.  “Matt hurt me really badly.  He lied to me.  About who he was.”

Jay didn’t move.  I continued, “He lied about who he was, and you did the same.  Well, lied about who you were.  But Jenny, she’s right, she said your motivations for lying were different.  Matt.  He…”

“You don’t have to tell me what Matt did to you.”

“But I want to.  I need to.”

“My parents died when I was seventeen.  I used the inheritance to pay for my education and buy my condo outright.  It was supposed to set me up, to make my life easier.  Then I met Matt.”  I stared into my coffee cup.  Embarrassed at what I had to say.

“When I met him, he was studying to become a doctor.  He was struggling to pay his bills, I asked him to move in with me so he didn’t have to spend money on rent.  Then after a while he was going to get kicked out for not being able to pay his tuition that year.  So I took out a mortgage and gave him the money to pay his tuition arrears.”  I looked up, Jay was shaking his head.  His fists balled so tight his knuckles were white.

“Before I knew it, I had a mortgage so large I could barely afford it.  I couldn’t afford it.  I mean, I can’t afford it.”  Jay’s fist pounded the table, causing me to jump.  I gulped and look at Jay, his nostrils were flaring.

I continued, my voice shaky, “One day Marla went to meet a new client about hiring for their finance department.  It was a call centre operation.  As she walked up to the entrance, Matt was there.  The whole thing was a lie.  He wasn’t studying medicine.  He was selling solar panels over the phone.  He wasn’t studying to be a doctor.”  Jay picked up his mug and hurled it against the wall, shattering it to pieces.  Coffee spattered across the paint.  I jumped, and tears welled in my eyes.

He came over and stood beside my chair.  He cradled my head against his frame, and the tears flowed in earnest.  Shaking, he pulled me to stand and embraced me.  My head moved with his shallow breaths.

After a time, his breath calmed, and he said, “I’m sorry he did that to you.”

My initial shame gone, I felt much better.  Relieved.  Like maybe Jay understood me better.  Understood why it was so crucial to be able to trust him.  I wrapped my arms around him and pulled myself closer to him.  Close enough to flatten myself as I melted into him.

“Thank you,” I said, then kicked myself.  Stop saying thank you.

Jay tilted my chin up to meet his eyes.  He wiped my tears, and said “If there’s one thing I can promise you in life, it’s that I’m nothing like him.  Nothing.  Matt and I could not be more different.”

I gave a little nod and lean back into his chest.  All I wanted to do was close my eyes and be safe.  Safe in his arms.  James’ arms.  We stayed like that some time, before sitting back down and finishing our breakfast, the coffee soaked wall beside us.

“I have a meeting I can’t get out of, I’m taking it from my home office so we can have lunch together.  But in the meantime, make yourself at home.  Rosie will see to all your needs.”

“Okay,” I said, disappointed.

* * *

I
plodded aimlessly
around the never-ending house.  Through room after room, some formal some casual.  I needed to think things over, I couldn’t deny my feelings any longer.  Couldn’t deny his reasons for lying made sense.  It was just, hard.  Hard to forget everything.

Jenny would reassure me.  I made my way back to my room to find my phone, but couldn’t.  I buzzed Rosie.

“Yes?” she said.

“Do you know where my phone is?”

“No, sorry.”

“Can you ask Jay, James for me?”

“I’ll get him.”

After she left I stood in the closet, examining all the amazing dresses.  Jenny would go nuts at them.  I stopped at one that stood out a short, tight red satin dress with a plunging neckline and back.  I will be wearing that to dinner and see where it leads me.

“Abbie?”  Jay said from my bedroom door. 

“Thanks for coming,” stop saying thanks, “Sorry for interrupting, I can’t find my phone, do you know where it is?”

“It was lost at the club, but I will get you another one.”

“Oh,” that really sucks.  “Thank you.”  I groaned at myself.

“Anything else?”

I shrugged my shoulders.  “Nope.”

“I have couple more hours of work to do before lunch.  I'll show you how to work the cinema and you can watch a movie.”

“Sounds great,” I said smiling.  I’m always up for watching a movie.

He showed me how to work the apps and how to open the automated curtains, then I settled in to watch The African Queen.  I’d seen it so many times I could recite most of the lines by heart.

Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn bickered away, but I didn’t hear a word of it.  I’d drifted into a trance of Jay.  His trance.

Silence snapped me back to reality when the credits finished rolling.  I put another movie on.  Funny Girl.  Figured I needed a laugh.

And I did laugh.  My mind wandered to the photo in the email and smiled.  That afternoon was amazing.  The things he did to my body, and the way he’d made me feel were nothing short of incredible.

The movie ended, and I realized how hungry I was.  It must be well after lunch, I’m surprised Jay didn’t come looking for me. 

* * *

A
fter a couple of wrong turns
, I found the breakfast room.  All trace of coffee was gone from the wall, and the broken shards of mug had been cleared away.  No one was there, so I pushed the blue button.

Rosie appeared.

“Can you get me Jay?” I asked.

“Of course.” She said, and left.

Jay came in a few minutes later.

“Enjoy the movie?”

“Yes,” I said and hugged him.  I breathed in his clean scent, my body relaxed and I hugged him tighter.

“Let’s sit, the cook has prepared more chicken soup to heal you.”

I squeezed him, not wanting to let go.  Not sure if I should forget the lie.  We sat across from each other, and he captured my eyes in his.  My cheeks burned at the heat of his gaze.

I steadied myself and said “It's so weird, I didn't even know your name.  To find out someone you felt so connected with wasn’t who you thought they were.”

He put his spoon down.  “I’m still that person.  The one you
are
connected with.”

We finished out meals, and I followed him into a cosy room with a plush sofa positioned in front of a fireplace.  I sat on the sofa and watched Jay as knelt to build a fire.

With his back to me he said “I didn’t like seeing you touch that other man.  Seeing that other man touch you.”

“Sorry.”  Though I wasn’t sure why I was apologizing.

He turned around and bore his eyes into me.  “I don’t intend to see it happen again.” 

I shifted myself on the sofa, trying to escape his gaze.  He turned his attention back to the fire and my muscles relaxed.

The fire flaring, he sat beside me on the sofa with his body against mine.  My chest fluttered at the contact.  At his proximity.  He put his arm around me and I leaned into him.  Let his warmth comfort me though my insides were churning.

He pressed my head to his lips.  Kissed my hair, my cheek.  He put his lips to my ear, lowered his voice and said, “I loved when you called me Jay.  When you screamed it in ecstasy.  You’re the only person who has ever called me that.  It felt, special.  That that part of me only belongs to you.”

The words sent tingles rippling throughout my body.  I could not resist him any longer.  I turned my lips to his and kissed him.

He responded with hunger.  His hand gripped the back of my head, holding me to him.  Not letting go.  I moaned into his mouth at the lightning bolts he sent through my body.

I ran my hand over the muscles in his arms, and across his strong chest.  I fought with his shirt buttons, trying to get underneath his shell.

He stood, taking my body with him.  I held onto his neck as he carried me out of the room, up the sweeping staircase.

Halfway up the staircase he said, “The last time I carried you up these stairs, on that night, your scent mixed with the Clive Christian perfume drove me wild.”

My eyes widened.  What happened that night?

“Don’t worry, I didn’t touch you.  I would never hurt you.”

I squeezed him tighter and said, “I know.  I trust you.”

W
e passed
my bedroom and went through a doorway near the end of the hall.  He stood me beside the bed and kissed me.  My tongue reached deeper into his mouth.  Wanting more of him.  He broke the kiss, and I moaned in complaint.  He bit at my neck in response before finding my lips once more.

While we kissed, I undid his shirt buttons, exposing the beautiful six pack of his.  I pushed my hands up and down the muscles, they tensed in response to my touch.  My pussy moistened at the knowledge of what was to come.  Of the way he would make me feel.

Jay stepped back and pulled off my t-shirt.  Reached around and undid my bra then undid my jeans.

“Ah,” I gasped as he pushed me onto the bed then wiggled my jeans off.

“I was hoping you’d wear a dress.”

I thought of the red one.  Later, for sure.  He kissed up my belly, over my breasts up my neck and to my mouth.  He slid his hand up the inside of my thigh then under my panties.  I rolled my hips at the contact.  Six weeks.  Too long to go.  Never again.

His fingers traced over my lips, sending a shiver up my spine.  My breath left me and I struggled to fill my lungs again.  I gasped, searching for air but finding his lips.  His fingers slid up and down my slit and found my entrance.

My heart thumped out of time.  I was doing this.  I wanted this.  Him.  I wanted him. 

His fingers entered me, at an agonizingly slow rate.  Once inside, they moved at the same slow pace.  Taunting me.  Again.  His other hand ran over my breasts and the curve of my hip.

I reached down to find the outline of his hard cock through his suit pants.  I clutched it like I was trying to pull it through the fabric, but Jay pushed my hand away. 

“Please,” I whispered.

“Please what?” he said, his voice stern.

“Please.”  I reached back to his pants, but he rolled onto his front, taking his cock from me.  At the same time, he dug his fingers a little deeper, drawing my attention back to them. 

I looked up at the ceiling and spread my legs as far as possible, wanting him deep within me.

His thumb flickered over my clit and I buckled.

“It’s been too long since I’ve had this pussy.  This beautiful, tight pussy for me to bury myself in.”

His voice in my ear, so powerful, so confident sent my pussy into overdrive.  I clamped down on his fingers and he moved faster.  Not much faster, just not as slow.

“Please,” I said again, grasping at his bicep.

“I’m making up for lost time.”

Jay moved down my body, kissing my skin as he went.  He took each nipple between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue.  His bite became stronger, sending a jolt between my nipple and pussy.  My pussy walls became even slicker.  I ached to feel his cock sliding in and out of it.

His kisses carried on their journey, biting at the soft skin of my belly as he went.  Hard enough that I acknowledged there would be bite marks tomorrow.  He was branding me his.  And that’s okay.

He reached the soft triangle of my pubic bone and carried on nipping me.  He was so close, his mouth so close.  I swallowed in anticipation, and knotted my hands through his hair for reassurance.  I realized I was holding my breath but couldn’t release it.

His head moved down, hovering over my mound.  I held his head harder, trembling.  In one move he sucked my clit into his mouth and held the soft skin above it between his teeth.  Exposing it to his mouth and the air.

The fingers in me quickened their pace.  He flicked my clit a few times with his tongue, then blew cold air across it.  I flinched from the coolness.  The cold air sent all of my insides on fire.

He blew a continuous cool blast of air across my most sensitive part, which he gripped between his teeth so I couldn’t move away for fear of the pain.

I squirmed under his touch.  Under his breath.  I could feel myself being bounced off the damn’s edge, about to burst, and I squealed.

Jay released my clit from his teeth and sucked it into his mouth.  Sucked hard as he worked me with his fingers. 

“Jay,” I screamed without thought.  All thoughts of everything fled me, all I knew was ecstasy.

My body writhed.  He released me from his grip.  I tried to catch my breath, to enjoy the last ripples of his touch.

Jay rolled onto his back and undid his suit pants, pushing them down and exposing his throbbing cock.  He rolled onto me.  Settling himself between my legs.

I waited for him to enter me, but he only rubbed against me.  He gripped my jaw and brought my lips to him.  He kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth.  I tried to kiss him back, but I was in too little control of my body to manage it.

At last he entered me, his huge cock forced its way into me.  Pushing out all the doubt and filling me with strength.  My body tingled all over again as he moved inside of me.  Each thrust caused more and more tingles until my body was a sparkling mass.

“Jay, Jay,” I called out, my voice breathy.

He dug into me, filling me with his cum and I plunged into another orgasm.

“Jay,”  I yelled out, before relaxing back into a quivering mess.

We were still, catching our breaths.  Jay laid on me, trapping me without putting any of his weight on me.  Cocooning me protectively.  I hooked my legs around his, never wanting him to leave. We laid tight against each other, the rest of world melted away. We dozed off, the light dim when I awoke again, still wrapped in Jay’s arms.

* * *

“
I
’m going
to have a quick shower,” Jay said, kissing my hair and rising from the bed.

My body, still weak from the drug, was exhausted and I let the bed take all of my weight.  My eyelids flickered, and I was about to close them when some photographs caught my eye and piqued my interest.

I couldn’t resist.  I got out of bed and walked across to the sitting area.  A whole living room within the bedroom.  It was Jay’s bedroom.  I could tell from the lived-in feel that so many of the rooms in the mansion lacked. 

I let my fingers drape along the back of the sofa as I made my way to the side table covered in photographs in various sizes and styles of frames.

They were family snapshots.  Some old, black and white ones of what must be grandparents, or even great grandparents.  Some looked like recent holiday snaps of stunning scenery.  But the ones that intrigued me most were the ones that looked like Jay as a child.  Sitting on a horse.  Cuddled as a baby in a woman’s arms.  Wearing a graduation cap.  There was a second of him with the woman, and a third, always of him as a young child.  I assumed she was his mother, but there were none of a man, a father.

I picked up the one of the woman cuddling the toddler.  There was something about the way she looked at the camera.  The way her smile was lop-sided, causing her eye to crease.  I traced along her features, trying to place their familiarity.  Her nose was identical to Jay’s.  Why do I know that face?  I tapped the frame with my finger, trying to place her.

“Hey, being nosy?”  I jumped at the stern tone of his voice. 

I put the photo down, worried I’d angered him.  “You were such a cute baby.”

My eyes slid over his body, glistening with water drops.  I went over to him and felt his muscles with the tips of my fingers.  “And such a cute adult,” I said looking up at him.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t bother getting dressed.”  Jay lifted me and carried me back to the bed.  I didn’t plan to leave it until I had to start my new job.

The End