by Malone, Nana
Her hand traced a path from his shoulder and only stopped to explore his chest, before it moved down to the waistband of his shorts. When her hand reached beneath the thick elastic waistband, every nerve call in his body screamed Danger Will Robinson, Danger.
Delicate fingers eased around his already engorged cock. When she pumped the length of him slowly easing her hand from the base to the tip, he bit off a stream of curses. “Damn it, Izzy, what are you doing? We—”
“You want to argue with me? Or do you want sit back and enjoy this?”
He knew when to shut up.
Backing up against the training bed all the while tugging at his shorts, she released him from the confines of his shorts. When the hard length of him sprang free, her eyes widened with mischievous glee. He had no time to register the look before warm breath encircled his cock.
He squeezed his eyes shut and willed his body to relax. He was not a fourteen-year-old about to embark on his first sexual encounter. He had some control. Didn’t he? It had been a while though. He’d missed her.
He lifted his head and peeled his eyes open to look at her. Nothing was more erotic than watching her full lips engulfing every inch of his penis, then slide back and release him.
Too tempted, he wove his hands into her hair, the thick texture enough to drive him climbing toward the peak. “Izzy.” Her name came on a breath he didn’t know he had left in him.
When she traced her hand up his thigh, he knew we wouldn’t last long. Using every non-verbal cue he could think of, he tried to warn her. “Izzy, wait. I’m—”
She didn’t listen.
One hand continued to work the length of him in alternating turns with her lush mouth. The other hand traced a path up his thigh until it reached his balls. The instant her fingers grazed the sensitive skin, he knew he was lost.
She knew it as well. He could swear he saw her smile through his haze of ecstasy. As he soared over the cliff of dizzying pleasure, her mouth milked every last drop of his essence from him.
She released him and grinned. “So exactly how does one evade the paparazzi?”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Brash ringing permeated Izzy’s cocoon of lustful relaxation. She reached for the phone, ready to pitch it across the room when she realized she wasn’t in her bed, and it wasn’t her phone. She lifted her head and took in the sleek contemporary furniture.
Jason’s.
With Nick at a sleepover, they’d snuck in under the cover of night. That, and she’d ducked down in the car once they’d hit the coast.
The phone shrilled again. She stretched and released the protesting groans of muscles unaccustomed to such—vigorous use.
“Jason, phone.”
The running water of the shower was all she heard. Groaning, Izzy wrapped a sheet around herself for modesty, not that she had any left. Giving semi-public blowjobs could do that for a girl.
Without knocking, she entered the bathroom, smiling at his rendition of Living on a Prayer. “Hey, Bon Jovi.”
The sexy smile she’d grown so accustomed to spread across his face with a lazy ease.
“No free shows, Princess. The toll is you have to join me.”
Her laughter bubbled up in her chest. “Oh no you don’t. I’m not getting my hair wet this time. It takes forever to dry.” When she slid the glass door aside, she scooted out of his reach. “Not to mention you’ll be really late for your meeting.”
“But I have to drop you off anyway, and you need a shower too.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“You’re incorrigible.”
Playfully, he flicked water at her.
“Jason!” She held the phone over the toilet. “Try that again, and the phone gets it.”
He held his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. But you’ll have to make up the toll charge.”
“Looking forward to it. Your phone’s blowing up.”
He ducked his head under the showerhead. “Hmm, called more than once? Probably Aaron to remind me not to be late.”
“I thought it might be important.”
He grabbed a towel off the shelf. “Could you pick it up if it rings again and tell him to chill. I’ll be there on time.”
Izzy smiled as she meandered out of the bathroom. This was all a dream. Things like this, men like Jason, didn’t happen to her.
Through half of her adult life she’d gone through the motions of dating. Of relationships. Of sex. If this was what all the fuss was about, she could shoot herself for missing out.
Thanks to Nick’s sleepover, she and Jason had some uninterrupted alone time. Perfect alone time. She shoved the cloud of doubt that threatened to rain on her bliss to the far reaches of her brain. He wasn’t permanent, but she deserved to be happy for a while, no matter how long it lasted.
Another persistent ring brought her back to present. “Hello, Jason Cartwright’s phone.”
A long pause of silence followed.
“Aaron, is that you?”
“I must say, Izzy, I applaud you for going after what you want.”
Sabrina. What the hell was she calling Jason for? “You’ve got nerve. We haven’t seen you since you humiliated your son at his exhibition match a couple of weeks ago. So much for turning over a new leaf.”
“Look who finally got a backbone. Must say, I’m impressed.” Her chuckle said anything but. “Now, be a dear, and put Jason on the phone.”
“You can’t have anything to say to him. He already turned you down for money. It’s sad you keep trying to insert yourself his life. He’s not dumb you know, he’ll figure it out.”
“Isn’t it enough that you stole my son, now you want my cast offs? Sad, sad, Izzy. When will you get a life of your own and stop trying to live mine?”
Izzy felt the anger rise, ebb and hum on her skin. “You should take better care of what’s yours in that case. Otherwise, they will find somebody better geared for the job.”
A stream of shrill epithets flowed over the phone line. For once, Izzy wished she could see Sabrina as she pitched one of her infamous tantrums.
“Sabrina, as much as I’d love to listen to you, I need to get dressed. I’m afraid we stayed in bed too long. Did you want me to give Jason a message?”
For a full minute, silence ruled the airwaves. When Sabrina spoke, she kept her voice controlled and level. “Maybe you should ask your new boyfriend about the last time we slept together. I’ll bet the money he paid me to keep quiet, he doesn’t tell you the truth.”
“You’re lying.”
“I have no reason to lie. He’s already paid me.”
Despair treaded heavy footsteps on Izzy’s former happiness. “No, he said he didn’t give you any money. He said—”
“We both know he can’t be trusted, the faithless prick.”
Sudden awareness sprinkled with fear tingled at Izzy’s brain. “Is he Nick’s father?”
“Oh, this again? You really are a one-trick pony. We’ve been through this already.”
“And I want the damn truth out of you, for once.”
“Truth is, I haven’t the foggiest. But once you ask your boy toy about our past, I think your numbers might add up. I was never as smart as St. Izzy. But I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Do tell Jason to call me. We have a few more things to discuss.”
Cold filled Izzy’s marrow at the silence on the line. Slimy, icy, fear crawled over her skin. Jason could be Nick’s father. She’d suspected, but suspecting, and suspecting with cause, were two different things. She clutched her hand to her belly and prayed she could quell the rolls of nausea. Jason had lied to her.
Jason came up behind her, hair damp from the shower and placed feather light kisses on the nape of her neck. “Was that Aaron calling to tell me to get my ass in gear before—” He stopped talking when she turned to face him.
“It wasn’t Aaron.”
She watched as the tension ebbed onto his shoulders. “Who was it then?”
“Is it true, Jason? You paid Sab
rina?”
His normally tanned face blanched by varying degrees. Both of his hands raked though his wet hair. “It’s not like she made it out to be.”
“Then what is it like, exactly?”
“Izzy—”
“Because right now it sounds like you lied to me.”
A long breath escaped his lungs. “Sabrina’s been blackmailing me.”
****
Some things you couldn’t take back. Jason knew by the shock on Izzy’s face, this was one of them. Part of his brain screamed for a recall button as he watched Izzy’s lithe, naked form gather her clothes and retreat into the bathroom. He couldn’t lie. Couldn’t evade. Couldn’t pretend.
No more hiding.
“I didn’t lie to you at first.”
“Just in the end.” She shook her head. “She said you went back to campus to see her. Is it true?”
“I didn’t go back to see her, I went back for you.”
“Bullshit. You never came back for me.”
He reached for her hands, but she pulled away from him. “I did. I’d heard from Coach about how you’d had a hard time, and—”
“So you came back to see me after I cracked up on the court. But then you accidentally fell into Sabrina’s bed?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Right. And how do you account for the fact I never saw you?”
Hot, fierce shame washed over him. “I went by your place and ran into her before I ran into you. She told me you were dating some guy, Bryce or something. Pre law guy.”
“Bryce? He’s gay.”
His back stiffened. “Yeah, I guess it wouldn’t be the first time she lied.”
“So you couldn’t find me, so you jumped in the sack with Sabrina just for shits and giggles. For old time’s sake?”
“I know. It’s the dumbest thing in the world I can say. I was so rotten drunk. I was happy you were happy, but I wanted to punish myself because I’d let you go.”
She shrugged. “I don’t give a shit how it happened, it still happened. And even if that’s old history, the fact is, you’ve had a million opportunities to tell me the truth, and you haven’t.”
“I was young and stupid. I tied one on that night at some stupid house party. I got so drunk I couldn’t see my own feet. Sabrina was there and—”
“So what? Sabrina asked you for money to keep it quiet, and you forked it over instead of telling me the truth?”
Shit. “No. At first I told her no. But after what happened at your place, she said things would get worse for Nick if I didn’t give her the money. I just wanted to protect you.”
“Protect me? You were being Jason Cartwright, selfish prick. You talk about not wanting to be that selfish asshole who only thinks about himself, but that’s who you are. Sleep with Sabrina, lie to me, pay Sabrina off, it’s all about protecting yourself. You always take the path of least resistance.”
“That’s not who I am, Izzy.”
“Then who the hell are you? Because I don’t know.”
Why hadn’t he told her? Why had he lied? Why hadn’t he told her earlier? Had he sensed her growing attachment and, in typical fashion, needed to shake her off before it got too sticky? Too messy? Or worse, had he feared he’d fallen so irreversibly in love with her, he wouldn’t be able to escape with his heart intact if she left him and not the other way around?
He cleared his throat, choosing to interpret her question. “Izzy, I’m sorry, I can do better, be better. What can I do to make this up to you?”
“That’s just it, Jason, you can’t go and wave your magic wand and make it all better. Simple fact—I can’t trust you. Another simple fact, Sabrina has some hold on you, you can’t seem to shake free. If you’d just told me when we first started, this wouldn’t have been that big a deal. Just a blip. I would have forgotten it.”
Shame gave way to defensive anger. “Are you so sure? You wear your pride like a fucking badge. You’ve been looking for an excuse to run, and I just gave you one so you’re out the door.”
“You can pull that reverse psychology shit on me all you like. It doesn’t change the fact you’re a coward.”
She went into the bathroom, presumably to get ready. The soft click of the bathroom lock signaled the irreversible closing of the door on their relationship.
Chapter Thirty-Three
“So when do you plan on coming out of this funk? The whole broody, depressed, jilted lover thing is so last year.”
Izzy’s head snapped up from her task to glare at Jessica in her newly blonded form. “This coming from the woman who changes boyfriends as often as she changes hair color.”
The biting words escaped her lips before she could wrestle them back into their prison cell at the back of her throat. The stabbing pain in her chest, fear clutching at her belly, constant state of nausea, and pure as spring water rage—none of those were Jessica’s fault. If she needed to blame anyone, she’d blame herself. Then she thought better and added Jason on the list.
Jessica deflected the jibe with aplomb. “I’ll let that one slide, Muff. I know you’re pining.” Jessica plunked herself into the overstuffed beanbag chair in Izzy’s office. “I told you not to fall in love with the guy.”
Izzy shoved the proofs in front of her aside. She didn’t need to review them anymore, she had the perfect ones for the SI shoot and for her editor. She was too distracted to focus on getting the gallery pieces out to their new owners, so she tried for busy work. “Jess, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’ve just been…” Unable to find the right words, she spread her arms. “I’m sorry.”
Jessica gave a brusque nod of her head. “Forgotten. I get it. He’s a bastard. But I’m worried about you. You look a hot mess.”
Izzy cringed as she sat back to take in her outfit and wondered where she’d gone wrong this time. “I’m a little wrinkled maybe, but hardly a hot mess.”
“No, not your clothes, though they could use a little color. I’m talking about you. You’ve been walking around like a zombie for the past week. You’ve dropped a few pounds…” She paused and frowned. “Though, I’d love to know your secret for that. And don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve made yourself sick with worry. You’re drinking tea and eating saltines like it’s your job to stave off nausea. Frankly, if I’d known what kind of effect he’d have on you, I never would have suggested you get together.”
Izzy shook her head. “I’m fine.” When she realized Jessica wouldn’t accept that answer, Izzy added, “I’m upset, sure, but I’m not heart broken or anything.” She tasted the lie on her tongue and decided to swallow the bitter flavor.
Jessica worked her lower lip. “Okay, Slim. If you say it’s not a heart problem, then what gives? The distracted, snippy, forlorn-looking Izzy isn’t much fun at all. I’d like the other one back, please. She may have also been distracted, but at least she was also fun and witty.”
Izzy considered. She didn’t want to have to relive the exhausting disappointment or the heart-shattering pain, but maybe if she shared, she’d stop feeling so miserable and be able to let some of it go.
“Jason slept with Sabrina.”
Jessica’s movement to her feet was so fast it caused a draft to wisp hairs into Izzy’s face. She picked up a paperweight. “I’m gonna kill that mutha trucka.” Jessica tossed the paperweight between her hands. “Then I’m gonna go after that skinny, coked out bitch, and show her what it really means to hurt. Withdrawal’s got nothing on me.”
Izzy couldn’t help the laughter that skipped out of her mouth. “Damn, remind me not to piss you off, okay?”
Jessica’s lips curled in a baring of teeth, but her tone lightened. “You like? I’ve been practicing my sassy black woman routine.” She tossed the paperweight again. “That doesn’t mean I can’t do murder. That fucking prick. I figured he’d get bored, or stop calling, but to sink lower than a pile of ant shit and sleep with that, that…” She gesticulated wildly while she searched for the right word. Jessica�
��s eyes widened when she found it. “That Cu—”
Before she could complete the phrase, Izzy jumped in. “Easy does it. What would the Mormon rocker say?” The intricate pain of resentment, nausea and jealousy coursed through her as she spoke the next words. “It wasn’t recent. After he left for the pros. He came back to school. They got together.”
Understanding there was no longer a need for the imminent bashing in of Jason’s head, Jessica put down the weight. “Okay, maybe we need to back up. I’m confused.”
“Yeah all right. You already know he left that night fifteen years ago.”
Jessica plopped back down in the beanbag chair and grabbed a handful of jellybeans from the candy dish on Izzy’s desk. “God, I heart a good soap opera. Go on.”
“Well, apparently he came back about six months later. To see me.” She sighed. “Or so he claims.”
“Hmm. Guy comes back to see girl. Guy doesn’t see girl, but somehow finds he accidentally-on-purpose got naked with girl’s best friend?” She blew out a breath. “So Mr. hot-enough-to-melt-in-your-mouth thinks you’re moron enough to drink this brand of Kool-Aid?”
Izzy shook her head in exasperation. “I don’t know. Sabrina never told me he’d come to see me. He never made the effort to see me. But I wouldn’t put it past her to deliberately not have told me.”
“So you know what I’m gonna ask you next right?”
Already on the same page, Izzy nodded. “Is Jason Nick’s father?” Izzy massaged the bridge of her nose. “I honestly don’t know. I’ve considered before, but the timing was all wrong. And, even now, with what I know, the timing is still iffy. Nick was born a month early according to Sabrina. Only she would know for sure.”
“Honey, I’m sorry. I can only imagine what you’re dealing with.”
Izzy’s lips trembled into a semblance of a smile. “I appreciate it. I wish I knew what to do now. I don’t even think Jason’s considered Nick in the equation. If he’s Nick’s father…” She grabbed a tissue from the dispenser on her desk. “I don’t know what I’ll do if he wants custody.”