Almost Forgotten (Contemporary Erotic Romance) (The Broken Men Chronicles Book 2)

by Carey Decevito

  “Damn!” Danica hid her face in my chest while I tilted my head back and laughed.

  “Why should you…” Jordan started and his eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Oh! Ew! Gross!” He headed out of the kitchen.

  “Keep thinking about it that way for the next ten years!” I called out to him as he flew out of the kitchen.

  Chapter 45

  With Jordan dropped off at Trevor’s, Mike spending most of his day at the hospital and Danica floating from one place to the next to get ready for tonight’s ball, I headed home to relax, tend to a few work-related tasks and get ready.

  By the time five o’clock rolled around, I hurried to my car and rushed over to Danica’s. The sight I was met with had me in a temporary heart-stopping stupor.

  Clad in a pearl grey gown that seemed to have been sewn onto her body as if made with her figure in mind, she looked ethereal — an angel. Her hair was curled in large, soft twirls with the front half pinned up. The bodice was a form-fitting halter that was cut in a modest “v”, hinting at her cleavage but keeping her covered, while the length fell to the floor in a pool of silk covered organza that seemed to flow with her body’s every movement.

  I gave her the signal to twirl for me and lost my breath when I discovered that her back was bare, the dress starting at her lower back, bordering the edge of respectable and indecent.

  I gulped, wondering how the hell I could have gotten that lucky. “You look amazing!”

  She gazed down at herself then met my eyes. “You like?”

  “I love it,” I said, “and you.” I brushed my lips against hers so not to smudge her makeup which she had kept subdued and natural. “Sweetheart, you’re going to turn heads tonight.”

  She grinned. “So will you, handsome.”

  The champagne was flowing and the music played a series of ballads to which Danica and I danced to before Stan and his wife made their approach.

  “Jake.” Stan stuck out his hand to which I shook. “It’s good to see you.” The man’s eyes floated to the woman on my arm. “And who might this lovely angel be?”

  “Danica Withers.” She presented her hand. Releasing mine, he took it. “It’s a great pleasure, and I’m his girlfriend.” I was surprised at her labelling me with a title but I found that I rather much liked it and looked forward to being able to call her something more than my girlfriend in the near future.

  “Did I just hear right?” Stan’s wife asked. “I’m Hope by the way.” The two women shook hands. “It’s very nice to meet you, Danica.”

  Danica gave her a beaming smile. “Likewise.”

  Stan eyed me with an arched brow. “You date?”

  “Not really,” I said.

  “Not anymore.” Danica looked at me and I grinned. “Long story short, we used to date in high school. We’ve… reconnected since.”

  “She’s the one that got away,” I kissed the side of her head, “and she’s stuck with me now.”

  “Well now, Danica, I suppose we should expect you at more of these events in the future,” Stan said and I didn’t miss the note of approval in his words.

  “Of course! I know you hear this all the time but what you guys do amazes and inspires me,” she said.

  “We may be the faces of Standhope but there are many more that make us who we are,” the man said. “So many from the communities we work with are involved with every aspect of our projects.”

  “You should think about portraying that. Putting a variety of faces to your platform would enhance the relations you have within prospective communities and increase your support,” Danica said. “I work in public relations so if you ever need…”

  “I love that idea!” Hope jumped in.

  “You’ve got a deal lady!” Stan stuck out his elbow toward her and nodded toward the dance floor. “Jake, this one’s a keeper. What do you say pretty lady, care for a dance?”

  I laughed. “Don’t I know it.” I released Danica’s hand from my elbow. “Go ahead, sweetheart.” I turned to Hope and offered her my hand. “How about we show them how it’s done?”

  She smiled and accepted my hand. “You’ve got a deal, counsellor.”

  Chapter 46

  The hotel’s private terrace was decorated in fairy lights. Candles in crystal holders lay on the center of each table. As warm as the evening was, no one seemed interested in acquiring fresh air.

  With a penchant for dramatics and tremendous flare, Stan sought out consolation from Hope as I pulled a giggling Danica away from the dance floor, after three dances with my client who seemed taken with her.

  “Where’re we going?” she asked.

  “Not far.” I patted her hand after wrapping her arm around mine. “I just want you to myself for a minute, it’s getting a little stuffy in there don’t you think?”

  Her brow arched. “What are you up to?”

  “Nothing.” I was quick to say.

  “Jacob?” She stopped walking altogether and pulled me to a halt.

  “What? Can’t a man take his woman out on a terrace where no one is around and indulge in...”

  “Are you sure that’s all?”

  “What did you think I was doing?” It was my turn to eye her with question.

  “Well…” She peered down in a sheepish manner.

  I started to laugh. “Oh, sweetheart,” I began, searching her eyes which required me to cup her face and tilt it back, “if I were to pop the question, it wouldn’t be here. You know how I like to do things.”

  She grinned. “I remember the first time you asked me out,” she said. “I still can’t believe you didn’t end up in detention for it.”

  I laughed. “Me neither. Too bad there’s no PA system around, huh?” I sobered. “I was a dork.”

  “No you weren’t.” She pressed her front against mine. “As overboard as it was, I loved it. I fell in love with the football jock that wasn’t afraid to make a fool of himself.”

  “And what of the man that stands here tonight?” I asked, our faces inching closer.

  “He’s surpassed that young boy by miles, Jacob,” she said. “Although you’re not the same guy you were in high school, you’re so much more now and I’m so proud of who you’ve become. It might have been fifteen years but I feel like despite that, it’s like we’ve never missed a beat with the exception of gaining a son, tougher skin on our backs and wisdom.”

  “I feel the same way.” My mind floated to my being a father.

  “If you’re thinking that you’re not going to cut it as a dad, think again, hot shot.” She winked.

  “How’d you know that’s what I was thinking?”

  “In case you haven’t noticed, I know you.” She cupped my cheek. “I’ve never seen Jordan so attached to anyone else other than Dad and Mike before. If he doesn’t love you yet, he’s falling. Sure it won’t always be all sunshine and rainbows but we’ll work through it. I love you more for the concerns you have but there’s no need to doubt, Jacob, you’re a natural. I see the love you have for this family and I can’t be happier right now.”

  I crashed my lips to hers and poured the emotions that were reeling through me. When I pulled away, I leaned my forehead against hers. “Thank you.” I gave her a soft peck. “You always know what to say to calm me when I start losing my head about something.”

  “You make it easy, counsellor.” She winked. “And you don’t lose your head often.”

  “True.”

  She grinned. “Now, kiss me again like you just did. I think tonight might be a nice, slow night.”

  “Sweetheart, you’re forgetting something,” I whispered by her ear.

  “Mmm?”

  “I have plans for you.” I kissed her jaw. “My enjoyment will be…” I kissed her neck and she opened for me. “Very…” I kissed the other side of her neck. “Very…” I nipped her earlobe. “Thorough.” Her body shivered in my arms and I knew that I had her where I wanted her. “Dance with me.”

  “Out here?”

/>   “Out here,” I said, “where it’s just you and me, without the envy, without the looks. I may be proud of the woman I have but I’m sick of everyone’s eyes devouring you when I’d rather be home doing it myself.”

  “Yep,” she began, letting her body sway with mine, “you’ve still got that silver tongue. I’m looking forward to this thoroughness you speak of.”

  Chapter 47

  Since Mike was returning to Danica’s tonight, we’d made the decision to stay at my place. After parking the car, I went to open the passenger side door. Danica took the hand I offered to assist her out and I escorted her up to the house.

  “Are you tired?” I asked as I stuck and turned my key in the deadbolt.

  “No,” she said as I guided her through the doorway and shut the door behind us. “I would love to get out of this getup though.”

  I smirked. “Then let’s do that then, shall we?” I pulled her toward the kitchen and out onto the back patio.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Stay right there and wait for me.” She nodded and did just that while I rushed inside.

  Soft music now played on the outdoor speakers. I fetched the champagne out from the fridge and poured us a couple of glasses. Still standing where I left her, minus her heels which she’d kicked off to the side in my absence, I said, “Come here.” It came out more as a command but my desired outcome was achieved. Danica’s back straightened and she followed through. “Follow me.” I walked away with our drinks and headed up the small set of stairs that led up to the balcony.

  “This is off of your bedroom, isn’t it?” she asked and looked around. “This is gorgeous!”

  “I figured that you’d appreciate it,” I said and set our champagne flutes down on the ledge of the Jacuzzi.

  Her eyes were glued to the tub. “I don’t have a swimsuit.”

  “Sweetheart, it’s just you and me.” I began to strip, her eyes leaving the tub to ogle me. Naked, I climbed over the edge and sat in the hot water and turned on the jets. Danica’s eyes had darkened and I found myself giving her another command. “Strip.”

  Without question, she licked her lips, looked around her for reassurance that no one was watching and began to take off her clothes, turning her back to me. I watched as the fabric pooled at her feet in one graceful movement, leaving her wearing nothing but a grey lace thong.

  I groaned. “Those will have to go too, baby.” She peered at me over her shoulder where her eyes glimmered with wickedness and shimmied out of the small piece of fabric.

  The sight of her ass when she bent over could have knocked me onto my knees had I been standing. Tease. “Baby, come here.” She walked toward me with purpose, a devilish grin splayed across her lips.

  I stood and gave her my hand to help her get into the tub, enjoying the jiggling movement of her breasts, and sat her down sideways across my lap. Running my fingers downward over her breastbone, she sighed and leaned her head back on the ledge of the tub.

  “Now, sweetheart,” I began, “I’m beginning to think that you like me overpowering your decision making.”

  “You’d be right,” she said on a sigh, keeping her eyes closed and letting me do as I willed to her body. My fingertips didn’t leave her skin as they ran an indiscernible pattern. “I love not having to think, I love that I can trust you.” She opened her eyes and stared into mine. “You always know what I want and need.”

  “So you like not having a choice?”

  “No.” She lifted her head, shifting to cup my face in her hands. “I love taking over and controlling you in bed, I love the feeling of power that comes with it but I love the other side just as much.”

  I grinned. “Great answer.” I didn’t want a woman that did what she was told, one that took and never demanded in return. I knew that Danica was the right one for me but I also needed to know how far I could go with her. “Are you willing to give yourself over to me tonight and let me call the shots, just like this morning?”

  She giggled. “You’re starting to sound like one of the Doms in my books.”

  “Okay, now, you’ve got my attention.” I chuckled. “I knew you liked your sexy books but Doms? I know where the friskiness comes from but BDSM?”

  “I stumbled upon it by mistake.” She bit her bottom lip. “A girlfriend loaned me a book but once I started reading it, I couldn’t put it down and next thing I knew, I bought the entire series.” Her hands fell from my face to land on my chest. “I’m not into the whole whips and blood or anything extreme, I just like the edge to it all from time to time. Or at least, I think I would,” she shook her head, “I don’t know.”

  “So you’re curious?”

  “What are you getting at?” She sounded nervous. “Are you asking me if I want to be tied up, spanked, and whatever else comes to mind?”

  “Precisely, sweetheart,” I said as I ran a finger between her folds. Her head fell to the side onto one of her shoulders, her eyes shut. She relaxed into my arms and I heard her quick intake of breath. “I remember your reaction to me biting your nipples on our first night together, the way you reacted to my slapping your ass this morning, how hard you come when I give it to you hard. I know you love it gentle and your reactions are explosive but…” I inserted two fingers deep inside her and listened to her moan, her eyes snapped open, glazed, then began to roll shut again. She fought it off and kept her eyes on me. “There are a lot of things I want to do with you — to you. The question is,” I swallowed hard, mesmerized at how well I could play her body, as if it were my own instrument, “will you let me?”

  “Please.” Her hips arched into my hand in an act of begging.

  I pulled my hand away from her, running it the entire length of her upper body before sitting her up and manoeuvring her so she straddled my thighs, my hardened cock poking her ass, with her back to my chest. Her head fell back to my shoulder.

  “There’s something I’ve wanted to try,” I said and started petting her pussy again. She was limp in my arms and I had to wrap my free arm around her to keep her against me. My hand left her heat and travelled down the side of her thigh to its underside. I loosened my grip on her enough so I could run my hand over her ass. I felt her cheek twitch beneath my palm. “Have you ever…” I let my question trail.

  “Only toys.” My body stiffened in surprise. She noticed. “I told you once, I had to compensate.”

  A finger found her puckered rosette and rubbed over it a few times. The vixen pushed her ass into my hand. I cleared my throat. “What kind of toys?”

  She turned around to face me, straddling my waist. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she smiled that lascivious smile of hers. “You know,” she began and nipped my jaw, “plugs, dildos, that kind of stuff.”

  “How about one of these?” I pulled out my surprise which, earlier in the day, I had stashed in the small storage cabinet built into the tub.

  She laughed. “Honey, that’s a plug.”

  I grinned because she didn’t know what else I had planned. “I know,” I said. “Have you ever had double penetration?”

  She shook her head indicating the negative. “Just a plug and clit massager,” she said.

  I licked my lips, loving her overtness. “Well then, you’re about to.”

  She may be nervous but the darkening of her eyes told me that she was excited.

  I lifted her to her feet and said, “Bend over and spread your legs.”

  She held on to the edge of the tub, doing as I requested while I primed her for my taking.

  The sight of that ass of hers, bare to the elements and the bedazzlement that now protruded from its puckering hole made me hungry for what was coming.

  I positioned myself behind her and guided my aching cock to her entrance, rubbing it over her bare lips.

  “Are you ready?” I asked. As soon as she nodded, I began to push in, amazed at the sensation of tightness all around me which caused me to take my time and savor the feel. “Christ, you’re so ready
for me.”

  I must have been going too slow for her own liking because with one swift push, she rammed herself into my crotch thus swallowing my cock whole.

  “Fuck!” I growled into the back of her neck, my grip tightening on her hips.

  With slow and sure thrusts, I began to move in and out of her. Her moans were like music to my ears and when I felt her clench me, I reached over for the controls I had grabbed prior to entering her.

  “Oh God!” she screamed out as soon as the vibrations hit her. “What the fuck is… Oh! Oh God!” I smirked, speeding up my strokes and adding my fingers to dance around her clit as she was forced to take it all.

  My cock felt the vibrations coming from her ass and it felt amazing. It was my first time using a vibrating plug and I have to say that I was looking forward to a repeat session.

  “That’s right, sweetheart, take everything I’m giving you,” I whispered into her ear. “One day, I’ll bury my cock inside…”

  “Jacob, oh God! Fuck! I...” Her words cut themselves off. I could feel her pulsing muscles as she fell into her first climax. Relentless, I kept thrusting, a bit more forceful now, pushing her toward the edge without her first wave of bliss dissipating. “Again, I’m coming again!”

  I growled. “Fuck, I love this.” This time, I intensified the vibrations and it took her into a whole new level of bliss.

  Her body stiffened up as her upper torso shot up against my chest. My arms went to support her against me, allowing one to clutch a breast, tweaking its nipple before switching to the other.

  When she rolled into her third orgasm, she started pleading. “This is insane. I can’t take any more.” With how much she shook in my grasp, I believed her.

  I turned the plug off and drove her home, forcing her to bend forward again, my hand on the back of her head to keep her in position while my other hand pulled her hips back onto me every time I thrust forward. When my balls tightened, I never expected to achieve near blindness.

  My load came hard, fast and loud, extending her climax and I remained aggressive with my thrusts until the last of my tremors died down.