Loving Jagger, page 5
part #2 of Wild Heart Series
“Hey, baby,”
His voice falls into my ears, and my knees turn soft. I enter the room just as he unpacks a paper bag. He glances over his shoulder and does a double take.
“You don’t want much food tonight,” he says arching an eyebrow as he gives me a quick once over and flashes a cocky smile.
I edge toward the kitchen counter, stifling a grin.
“You’re good,” I say, taking inventory of the selection of fruit, vegetables, cheeses, seafood, and wine.
I turn to him just as he sinks his teeth into an apple. He wears a soft, black cotton shirt, fitted on his torso, undone at the neckline, and faded dark navy jeans.
“You thought I was an idiot?”
I shake my head.
“By that logic, my ex-husband was. Anyway... Are you hungry?” I ask, unable to conceal my displeasure.
He puts the half eaten apple on the kitchen island and wraps his arms around me. My hands rest on his chest as his eyes lock mine.
His smile fades away.
“Listen to me... If you want to enjoy this moment and whatever else lies ahead of us, you have to let go of the past. Let it become an abstract notion. Don’t blow life in it every day,” he says slowly and then cups my face, his eyes filled with warmth and a loving smile.“You’re no longer the person you were when you were married. Anytime we subtract something important from our lives, a part of us dies, and every time we add, we’re reborn. You’re adding. Don’t look back.”
He tilts his head and kisses me softly, a discreet scent of cologne enveloping me.
“Okay?”
“Yes,” I mumble, frozen.
“You okay?” he asks.
“You make me feel so young...” I mutter.
He grins.
“Isn’t that good?”
“... and stupid.”
“I guess it’s not,” he says, chuckling.
“How come I didn’t think about what you just said?”
“It’s easier to see stuff when you look from the outside. I’m sure there’s shit about me I can’t figure out, but you can.”
“I’m not so sure,” I say as I put the food he bought in the refrigerator. “I don’t know much about you.”
“Ask me, then,” he says.
I toss him an inquisitive glance.
“Are you going to answer?”
He gives me a naughty smile.
“Maybe.”
I slip on the mittens and pull the roasted fish out of the oven. A scent of herbs, garlic, and lemon follows me to the table.
“Mmm. That smells great,” he says.
I set it on the table before I bring the baked potatoes. His gaze sweeps the food as he inserts a corkscrew and tugs the cork out of a bottle.
“It’s already chilled,” he says, filling the crystal goblets with white wine.
He places a kiss on the tip of my nose, peels the mittens off my hands, and pulls the chair out for me.
“What do you want to know?”
“Why are you doing these jobs when you could probably make more as a DJ in Europe than working here?”
“Experience, boredom, my parents... you.”
“Are you saying you work at Rapt, because of me?”
He smiles, amused.
“Mainly. I didn’t show up for work today because I wanted to quit. There was no point in running into you every day if you didn’t want to have anything to do with me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
He gives me a full mouth grin.
“So basically you keep the job so you can keep an eye on me...” I say, smiling playfully.
“And on that boss of yours. He keeps dragging his ass in your office.”
“He’s my boss, for fuck’s sake!”
“Mm-hmm... All dressed up, two-day stubble, sunglasses on his head, or chest or whatever... I’m not buying that shit. He can email you. That’s why I set up your new email,” he says, sticking his fork in a piece of fish as if it’s Jonas’ balls.
My chest rocks with laughter.
“You’re a bit jealous,” I say.
“You think?”
“Do you honestly believe I’d fall for his tricks...”
“Ah… so you admit he’s showing off around your office.”
“He probably does it in every cubicle.”
“I’ve never seen him in other offices.”
“Maybe because he wants to promote me to Editor-in-chief.”
“Does he?”
His smile drops from his face, genuine worry setting in his eyes. My smile withers away.
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” he says, evading my eyes.
“Please don’t do that.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“It doesn’t mean anything... other than more work for me,” I say, suddenly upset.
He catches the nuance in my voice.
“And more time with him... and maybe a chance to know him better...”
“Don’t be a...”
I uselessly swallow the word realizing how volatile the situation has become.
“Kid?! I’m a kid? It’s reality, baby. He’s young, good-looking and a multimillionaire, and circles you like a shark since, if not before, I started to work there.”
Anger and frustration bleed in his voice.
“Okay... Let’s get this over with before the fish gets cold. He’d circled me before, and there was someone in the previous job, and there were others. I’m not making this up. I’ve always worked close to power men, and some found me attractive enough to care to ‘circle’, but nothing happened. I may be inexperienced, but I’m pretty stubborn and consistent when I say no. ”
“But you were married,” he says, the pout making him adorable.
“Yeah... But I wasn’t loyal to the Institution. I was loyal to the man, one I didn’t even love. You can’t shackle me or marry me to keep me away from other men. I’m not your problem. I’m not making you insecure. Money does. His money. Braxton’s money.”
His eyes slant at the corners.
“You’re gonna make your money Jagger.”
“I can’t make it staying here,” he says seriously as if he’d already given it a lot of thought.
“What do you mean?”
“I made good money last year. I started to make several grand a night. I traveled a lot, I spent the summer in Ibiza.”
“So why’d you come back?”
“My parents. They tried to convince me to give the college a go. They wanted me to spend at least one year in the States, to figure shit out. I came back in January. We went back and forth, and they finally realized I’m not gonna do it, no matter what they said. Some people make more money in a couple of years than those with college education make in a lifetime, and I want to be one of those people.”
His eyes light up, filled with passion.
“So now you’re here, killing time,” I say.
“More or less.”
“Would you have gone overseas had I not come back to you?”
“Probably, but that’s no longer the case.”
A chill goes down my back.
“Please don’t say anything,” he says as I open my mouth.
“You can’t stay because of me. It’s not fair for you to stay or for me to be saddled with remorse,” I say.
“I’m not. I swear I’m not. I’ll go back when the time is right, but not now. Please, Violet... Trust me. We’ve already talked about this. We’ll figure it out as we go. Okay?”
His eyes fill with desperation and my heart weeps as I sense the essence of him. Strong and vulnerable, passionate, and now getting a taste of love, his life increasingly complicated, slipping out of control. He struggles to learn fast and grow into the man he’s meant to be. He’s anxious, impatient, his emotions bigger than his heart.
His eyes glisten as he takes in my falling tears.
“Please...”
His voice trails off.
“I’m not leaving you, Jagger. I’m not running away from you again. I understand there are things we don’t know right now. The answers will come to us when the time is right,” I say with a serious voice, and his eyes brighten, his lips creasing into a smile. “And in the meantime, let me put this back into the oven,” I say with a different voice. I turn to him as I wait for the food to get ready, and he searches my eyes, his features relaxing as if a weight has lifted off his chest.
“You’re a good woman, Violet.”
“I hope it will serve me well,” I say bringing the fish back to the table.
“It will. Trust me. It will.”
“Let me do it,” he says rising to his feet, and nudging me to the chair.
With elegance and poise, he serves the food, then sits and we start eating.
“Mmm... This is awesome,” he says.
We start talking about food, and it turns out he’s a knowledgeable foodie, as passionate as I am.
“Why don’t you blog about it?”
“I do.”
“For work. What about doing something on your own?”
“I want to, but my job eats most of my time. Plus, up to now, I had no one to cook for.”
“Well, how about from now on you photograph and post everything you cook. I can optimize your website and get you some traffic to start with. You can create your own version of Rapt. You’re doing it anyway for Jonas, why wouldn’t you do it for yourself?” He pauses, barely suppressing a naughty grin. “You can include the blow job tips and whatnot... We can do a lot of research, together. Threesome for instance...”
His eyes glint with mischief. He’s pulling my leg.
“Have you come up with all this on the spur of the moment while you were eating your potato, or is it something you’ve pondered over lately? Not the threesome...” I rush to clarify, red up to my hairline.
He bites the inside of his cheeks, a sly smile spilling in his eyes, spreading over his cheekbones.
“You want to pull me out of my job, don’t you?”
“Something like that...”
“Hmm... It crossed my mind. It’s just that, I didn’t have a good reason to work from home.”
“But now you have.”
“Yeah... I might,” I say, curling my lips into a smile, and lowering my eyes.
He leaps out of his chair and scoops me out of mine twirling with me.
“Jagger, stop it,” I say laughing. “Put me down, or I swear, I’m not gonna give you...”
He freezes.
“Yes?”
“Dessert.”
He lets me down, and I stroll to the fridge.
“Good thing it’s the dessert.”
“You should taste it first and then speak.”
I cut him a slice, place it on the plate, and wait for him to take the first bite. Moments later, he licks the dessert spoon clean and moans.
“Fucking shit. This is heavenly. What’s in it?”
“Layered sponge cake, vanilla pastry cream, fresh whipped cream, all made from scratch, and berries.”
“May I marry you?”
“No, you may not.”
“Five years from now?”
“I’ll think about it,” I say grinning.
“At least you didn’t take it off the table.”
“I no longer take anything off the table. If anyone would have told me I’d be here with you, talking food and marriage while I can’t wait to get in bed with you, I would’ve laughed my ass off.”
“Hmm...”
He rises to his feet and extends his hand to me, a small smile playing on his lips. I offer my hand as I slip out of my chair.
“Where’s your laptop?”
“Bedroom.”
“Perfect.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“You no longer have to wait.”
He walks me to the bedroom and gently nudges me on the edge of the bed. He pushes my laptop open and plugs a memory stick in it. Ambient music pours into the room. Evocative and nostalgic. Dreamy. Captivating.
The candlelight fills the room, spreading a faint glow over his face, setting off his mysterious eyes. He pulls his shirt off, sweeps me off the edge of the bed, and lays me in the center of the mattress, on my back. I hold my arms up in the air as he pulls my dress over my shoulders. He peels the small panties off me. His palm brushes my stomach and my smooth folds.
Expertly. Confidently.
His jeans hit the floor.
He hovers over me and starts kissing my breasts, my stomach, the inside of my thighs, his lips trailing my skin, hot and passionate, his erection jutting in the air.
Trembling, I pull his hair into my fist and bring him up to me. Our lips lock, hungry, our mouths thirsty, our tongues greedy. We deepen our kiss, moaning, craving each other insatiably.
His blood is boiling, and so is mine.
“There are many things I can’t give you right now... but this is not one of them...” he breathes in me, his throaty voice sending a shiver down my spine.
He takes my mouth again, the way he tangoes my tongue making the pull inside my belly coil tightly. He nudges my legs open and lowers his head between my thighs, blowing softly over my clit without touching me.
The hypnotic music fills the room, flowing through me as I start rolling my hips, my senses getting drunk on him, his touch, and passion. His wild love.
He showers me with kisses, his lips tracing my slit barely touching me, his soft breaths teasing me.
Following the slow beat of the music, I move my hips, hands tangled in his hair, fingers splayed over his cheek, the heel of my palm doing the small circles he usually does to me. Brushing his bottom lip with my thumb, I tenderly entice him.
His eyes get foggy, and his gaze dips. I tilt my hips up, and he crashes his mouth on me, sliding his lips and tongue over my throbbing flesh. My pulse shoots through the roof.
Starting at my entrance, he gives me a long, wet lick, and then seals my clit between his lips and tongue, sucking on it, stroking it hard. Without experiencing much more, I explode in his mouth.
His hands hold me down as my hips jerk uncontrollably. The sensation is hardly fading when he changes the rhythm of his strokes, his tongue swirling and licking and then thrusting in me and fucking my core.
I grip his hair harder, riding that next high. It takes him a second to push up and lodge himself between my thighs, catching me just as I come undone. He drives his big, fat cock in me, slamming me with no restraint.
“Don’t stop, Jagger,” I murmur, completely swept away, indulging on that perfect feeling.
His hand curls around my neck, holding me tight as he thrusts hard and fast, not letting me down from that peak until he comes bursting inside me.
6
VIOLET
It’s still dark outside, yet the birds are already chirping. I reach behind my back, brush the sheets, and fill my hand with his hard ass.
He grunts.
“Are you asleep?”
“Mm-hmm.”
I roll to him. Sprawled on his stomach, a pillow squeezed between his arms, his cheek crushed against the mattress, he looks asleep. I slide my fingers through his hair, roll them down his back, and cup his butt.
“Keep doing it,” he says mumbling in his pillow.
I stroke his back and knead his ass.
“You’re a little tease, you know.”
He cracks an eye open, and looks up at me. Propped on my elbow, I drink him in.
“You should look down,” he says.
I roll the sheet off him and eye the full and perfect erection peeking from under him.
I grin.
“How can you sleep?”
“Do I look like I’m sleeping?”
I slide down to his groin, sneak my hand under him, cuff his cock, and mold my lips on the crown, softly nudging him to roll to his side.
“All right... all right,” he mutters. I curl both hands on him and sheathe him with my mouth.
He’s hard and bursting in a shell of silk.
“Your mouth is heaven,” he says with a low, raspy voice, his hand caressing my back.
I shove him deeper, giving him hot, long, wet strokes. A rumbling shakes his chest, his hips jerking, his grip tight on my hair.
“Oh. Fuck yeah, baby... Don’t stop,” he says, his voice clearer.
His hand closes into a fist as he grabs my hair, and holds my head against his hips. I run my hand between his legs and stroke his balls.
He groans.
“Violet...”
He watches me with heavy eyes, hard to the point of bursting, and I stop moving with him deep inside my mouth, exerting pressure... Squeezing.
“Fuck... fuck!!!”
His cum hits the back of my throat.
“Fucking hell… baby,” he says, shaking his hips, his eyes hazy with arousal.
I swallow, and then he pulls out of my mouth, his hand taking over as he shoots high on his chest, his eyes still unfocused with lust.
He slows down, his muscles starting to relax.
“Anyway…” I say with a soft voice as his breathing steadies. “I wanted to know if you’re going to work today or not... because I have to go...”
He grabs my arm and pulls me back. Laughing, I crash on top of his body. He rolls with me and spoons me and then nuzzles the back of my hair.
“You treat me really nicely,” he purrs.
“It’s nothing out of the ordinary,” I say.
“Well, if this ordinary for you, I’ll be a very happy man for a very long time.”
I shift my position, and turn to him, my shoulders resting on his arm. Propped on his elbow, he looks down at me as I examine his eyes.
“I’m serious.”
I push up and kiss him.
“You’re a beautiful man, Jagger, inside and out. I hope I’m not gonna screw it up.”
He smiles, confident and mature.
“You’re not. Cooking like that and blowing me in the mornings already puts you on the path to excellence,” he says, giving me a full mouth grin.
“You’re such a smart ass.”
“It’s the truth, baby,” he says with a gravelly voice. “Listen, there’s something I need to talk to you,” he says seriously, and my smile fades away.
“What is it?” I ask, the blood drawing out of my face.
