Trust Me II, page 1
TRUST ME
II
DT Jones
Copyright © 2013 DT Jones
All rights reserved.
All rights reserved. The novels contained in this omnibus were each published separately in the United States
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This book is dedicated to my loving husband, Jim and to my great and supportive family.
As always, I could never have done this without your encouragement and patience.
A special thank you goes to Lori, who helped me through this process with wonderful advice and strong suggestions.
You’re the best!
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER ONE
Creighton and Sandra stood silently on the steps of the church, hand-in-hand while Chang instructed Miing to arrange the wedding party for photos. It had been a wonderful ceremony, and Sandra was very happy that her new husband insisted it be recorded because she wasn’t sure if she could remember everything that happened. Her mind was racing, her heart was pounding and she acted methodically, repeating word for word what Reverend Keller told her; though she wasn’t sure if she had spoken them in the proper order.
“One last picture,” Creighton insisted, sighing deeply as he looked at Sandra. They had been standing on the steps for nearly forty minutes; moving this way and that, having their picture taken with this family member and then another, with his parents and then with Mary and James; siblings, wedding party, Reverend Keller and finally alone as a couple.
The limousine was parked at the curb with Clark behind the wheel and Harvey standing nearby watching silently. Creighton and Sandra stepped into the back of the sleek black car, closing the door to the noise of cheers behind them. The guests would be returning to the farm for a catered supper at six o’clock, but for now the newlyweds would be allowed some time by themselves. Creighton insisted they needed to change and rest up before the evening’s activities. So much had happened that morning alone, that by the time the car pulled away from the church both Sandra and Creighton collapsed into the lush leather seat. They were exhausted, hot and in need of a cool drink.
Smiling at his new wife, Creighton reached for the chilled bottle of Louis Roederer Cristal Brut 2004 and popped the cork. Sandra watched him pour the champagne into two crystal glasses from the small bar, amazed at how her heart still jumped whenever he smiled at her. He handed a glass of bubbling liquid to her, winking as they touched the crystal rims together. She smiled back, her heart fluttering, her mind reeling with excitement. She was married!
“Happy?” he asked her, looking over the top of his glass.
“Yes, very,” she sipped the sweet liquor then glanced back up into his dark blue eyes. “Now your training begins. You may have been the most incredible bachelor that ever lived and a better lover than Don Juan, but you still have to learn to be a husband.” Creighton choked on his drink as he looked back up at her, eyes wide.
“Really? I have to be trained now, do I?”
“Of course; all men have to know what to say and what not to, when to obey and when to take charge. You know, running errands, taking out the trash and changing diapers, that sort of thing.”
“So the hen-pecking starts already, eh?” he teased with a broad smile.
“You don’t have to learn of course, the choice is yours, but if you ever want to hear purring again…” his smile increased as he leaned into her and kissed her lips briefly.
“I will do whatever is necessary to make you purr, but it’s the growling and screaming I enjoy most.” She blushed as she looked into his eyes. She could not remember a time when she was this happy.
“I’m sorry our wedding night will have to be at the flat in Chelsea,” he said after a few moments, leaning against the back of the seat. His long fingers caressed her knee as they spoke, sending waves of anticipation and desire up her leg, to settle at that one place he knew and loved so well. “I was hoping to celebrate the start of our new lives together in our own home, but with everything that has happened today, I don’t think that’s a wise idea just yet.”
“I don’t mind, so long as you’re there with me. I’d hate to think of our wedding night without you.” Creighton took a sip of his champagne then glanced sideways to her.
“That is one thing you won’t have to worry about.”
She sat her glass aside on the bar across from her and laid her head on his shoulder sighing contently as he kissed her forehead. It had been a day filled with so many emotions that she felt like she had just come off a roller coaster. Sandra looked at the lush interior of the stretch limousine and thought about the future, what it held for them and all that she had left behind. So many things had happened to her over the past two weeks that it was hard to imagine she had not dreamed it all. If she had not met Creighton, or rather if he had not introduced himself to her that day on the beach, she would be packing to return home. She was sure she would have enjoyed her vacation, though it would have had a totally different ending and she would never have known what love truly was, or how thrilling sex could be.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly.
“My vacation,” she said in a hushed tone as he laid his cheek against the top of her head.
“Some vacation, eh?”
“More of an adventure I’d say,” she teased.
“I thought that’s what you wanted; adventure, romance, the happily ever after, fairytale ending.”
“And that’s what I got.” He lifted her chin with his forefinger so she had to look into his dark blue eyes, concern echoing in the depths.
“Any regrets?”
“Not a single one,” she smiled. “I am extremely happy you are a perverted stalker, and I’m thrilled I won your contest.”
“Ever think about where we would be now if I had been able to make your acquaintance two years ago?” He asked her, kissing her lips gently, setting free the tingles to travel along her nerve endings.
“Things happen for a reason.” Sandra closed her eyes as he kissed her cheek and the corner of her mouth, feeling the heat of desire waking inside her. She lifted her chin so he had further access to her neck and throat, giggling when he leaned into her, pressing her against the back of the seat. Creighton branded her delicate skin with the touch of his hot mouth sending the familiar sensations surging through her veins like melting chocolate, warming and enticing her until she moaned softly.
“I can’t wait to get you alone,” he whispered in her ear, his large hand cupping her swollen breast through the material of her wedding gown and bustier.
“I have a secret,” she whispered softly. Creighton lifted his head from her collar bone and looked into her green eyes, a curious frown creasing his brow. “I’m not wearing any panties.” His eyes widened as the image of what she revealed passed through his mind. A wicked grin curved his lips as his hand slowly moved to the small of her back, then to her hip, causing her to bite her lower lip to keep from laughing.
“I want to see,” he told her in a hushed tone.
“You wouldn’t dare?” She knew the answer before he spoke it.
“I would and I will,” he insisted, lifting her dress and frowning at the layers of clothing between him and his ultimate goal. Sandra lost control and laughed as she struggled to pull her dress back down. The result ended in a brief wrestling match between them until Creighton won out and pulled her down to the leather seat, her dress around her waist, her slip and veil lying discarded to the floor
“Very nice,” he told her while he looked down, admiring her with greedy eyes. Her white garter belt held up the tan stockings with the edge of the lacy waistband resting just below her belly ring and she smiled, knowing what her naked body did to his libido.
“A sight worthy of worship,” he murmured, leaning into her and kissing her navel, his tongue playing with the jewel; teasing, tickling and licking and smiling at the goose bumps that erupted on her delicate flesh.
“We can’t do this…not here,” she argued weakly.
“Why not? We’re married, that means I have a right to take you wherever and whenever I wish.”
“But in the backseat of a limousine?”
“Back seat, front seat, bonnet, any place I wish. Give me a few moments and I can make it so you don’t care where we are either.” Sandra giggled again, his fingers caressing his initials that lay across her bare skin, causing a warm shiver to move down her spine to settle in the one area she knew he was eager to explore.
She ben
“Your body is tattling on you,” he whispered causing her to gasp. “You’re wet and ready for me.”
Closing her eyes and biting her lower lip again, Sandra prepared herself for the tantalizing onslaught of pleasure. It had been a long and frustrating day, filled with anger, fear and hope, but in his expert hands all those memories of guns, crazy ex-cons and irritating sisters quickly melted away, leaving behind a moist heat that demanded attention.
Creighton moved down her body, tracing his initials with the tip of his tongue, smiling when she moaned softly; her knees falling further apart. He continued to torture her with his tongue, his fingers slowly moving in and out of her wet vagina until she was panting a soft purring sound, just as he promised.
“I told you I would persuade you,” he assured her, glancing up into her flushed face. “Shall I continue or would you prefer I stop until we get home.”
“Lesson one; never stop,” she ordered, feeling the vibration of his deep chuckle against her crotch as he pressed his mouth across the letters and gently nipped the tender skin.
“You will learn, Mrs. Ashford that I can be as efficient of a student as you are.” Sandra smiled, moaning softly as his mouth continued to explore her, sucking and nipping at the swollen nub of her clitoris until the need for him began to wash over her at an alarming rate. Just when she was certain she could stand no more, she felt it; the heat, the desire, the dizzy overwhelming tidal wave of sensation flowing through her. Her hips arched into his touch, her fingers winding into his thick dark hair as she called out his name. Creighton rode out the crest of her orgasm with her for several long moments then eagerly moved above her. She wasn’t sure how or when he had unfastened his pants, but when the hard swollen tip of his arousal pressed against her, slipping easily inside, she knew she really didn’t care.
Creighton thrust against her hard while the road beneath them aided in their movements, bumping and grinding against the pavement causing her to feel the sensations below as well as above, taking her on a new path of ecstasy. Sandra lifted her legs higher, wrapping them around his waist, feeling his hands slip beneath her as he lifted her buttocks off the seat; making the contact between them deeper and more solid.
The feelings of desire began to grow again; she knew it wouldn’t be long before they were both experiencing the joy of orgasm. No sooner had she thought it, then it happened, the thrusting grew more urgent; quicker, harder, deeper as the fullness of him inside her began to grow thicker, taking her over the edge once more. She clung to his shoulders, pulling him down to lie on top of her as she cried out his name, feeling the overwhelming dizziness embrace her once again. Creighton joined in her release, pinning her slender frame to the seat with his weight, growling savagely next to her ear while he spilled his hot seed inside her.
They lay there for a few minutes, panting, until Creighton slowly lifted onto his elbows, smiling down into the face of the woman he adored. The love he had for her shined in his eyes and Sandra could not resist smiling back. Her heart felt full, and she wanted him to know how much she loved him, but words alone couldn’t express the depth of her feelings.
“So much for waiting until our wedding night,” he teased her, brushing his lips across hers.
“There’s no backing out now, Mr. Ashford,” she assured him. “You just consummated our marriage, which means you’re stuck for life.”
“Linked to you forever? What a dreadful thought. I suppose it’s just something I’ll have to get used to.” Creighton smiled as he leaned up on his knees between hers and gently caressed the tattooed handcuffs that connected his initials together.
“There are worse things in life than spending it with the woman you love,” he said gently, his eyes caressing her body.
“Like what?” She smiled as she looked into his handsome face, capturing his gaze once again.
“Like never meeting you; I can’t imagine what my life would be like if Michelle had not insisted that I go to Kansas two years ago.”
“She insisted?” Sandra sat up in front of him, watching the memories fill his eyes.
“It was more of a way to get me out of my flat and back into the world of the living. I have people who do the work for me, so I don’t have to be bothered with all the traveling any more, but she insisted that I needed to see the place for myself. If I had refused, if I had stayed in Chelsea, we would never have met, and I would never have known what true love really was.”
“Like I said, things are just meant to happen. But I think you should give the girl a raise for dragging you all the way to America.”
“I already did,” he assured her. “Just as soon as we got back to London after that first trip, quite a nice one as a matter of fact.” She sighed contently as the car slowed down and turned a corner.
“We need to get dressed,” he insisted. “We’re almost home.” Sandra struggled back into her slip, smoothing her hair and dress down the best she could as Creighton straightened his tie and pulled his pants up across his slightly limp erection. She was amazed at how he never looked like he was completely satisfied, at least not like the farm animals she had always seen during mating season. Once they had mated, they shrunk down to nearly nothing, but this man, her husband, always appeared to be large and hard.
“What are you staring at?” he frowned, picking up her veil and handing her glass of champagne back to her. Sandra blushed scarlet and bit her lip again.
“I was thinking about your…partner,” she said causing his frown to increase.
“The Don?” he asked, and she couldn’t help but giggle.
“No….that.” She looked down at the bulge in his pants and blushed. He followed the path her eyes had taken and looked down to his lap, then looked back to her, raising an eyebrow.
“What about it?”
“I was just wondering if you were happy with me…in that department.”
“Why would you ask such a thing? Of course I’m happy with you, more than happy.” His frown increased as he studied her expression, trying to understand what she was talking about.
“You never seem to be…relieved.” Creighton laughed, once he realized what she was talking about and kissed her cheek, pulling her closer to his side.
“How am I supposed to recover properly, when I have you staring at me all the time? Besides, I’ve told you before, I can’t get enough of you. I’m addicted to your body.”
“So you married me for my body?”
“Yes…among other things.”
The car pulled to a halt and a moment later Michael Landry, the doorman of the building, opened the limousine door for the newlyweds. Creighton stepped out, adjusting his jacket before reaching in and helping Sandra out. She smiled with a deep blush when the man nodded, tipping his black cap to them, calling her Mrs. Ashford. They walked casually into the building and stopped at the desk as Creighton spoke quietly to the woman behind it. She smiled and said something in response, then looked across his shoulder to his new wife. Sandra was certain the greeting she offered was not with the same enthusiasm as the one she gave to Creighton, but she responded in kind and walked with her husband to the elevator, his hand around her waist.
Once inside the lift, he pulled her against the back of the box, away from the young man who ran the controls. He smiled slyly to her as he glanced from the corner of his eye, but chose to remain silent until the lift came to a halt. He handed the young man a folded bill and walked with Sandra across the marble foyer. The doors to the lift shut and Creighton unlocked the front door to the flat, lifting his bride into his strong arms.
“Am I ever going to be allowed to enter a room on my own?” she teased him as he carried her across the threshold and kicked the door closed.
“Doubtful,” he answered, setting her on her feet and kissing her hard, but brief. Sandra laughed at the childish expression on his face then turned, following him into the living room and watched as he removed his jacket and tossed it across the back of the sofa.
