The Rainmaker: Jake: A Von Larsen Crime Family Novel

by Piper Page

  What the hell is that all about?

  No, Jake was not going to win. I was here for a reason and that was to get close to Jake and find out what his dealings really involved. I waltzed up to the mirror and wiped at the corners of my mouth with a single finger, wetting my lips with the tip of my tongue. If he wanted to watch, I’d give him a show he’d never forget.

  My finger slipped between my glossy lips and I sucked on the tip, drawing it further in while I closed my eyes and moaned into my reflection. I let my now slippery index finger trace over the curve of my lips, the tip of my tongue chasing after it, until I encircled it and lapped down the length.

  Jake cleared his throat from behind me. He was standing in the doorway with drinks in his hands. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

  I could feel the heat fill my cheeks. “You caught me in a daydream.”

  “If that was a daydream, I’d love to see the real thing.” He handed me a glass of wine. “Cheers.”

  I smiled and took a step away, sipping at the smooth, crisp liquid. Jake moved to the foot of the bed and sat down. He watched me walk around and take in the floor plan. “What is this room?”

  “Just a room.”

  “It feels like more.”

  “Come sit with me.”

  My eyes narrowed and I stood my ground. “Who are you? You think you can play with me, Mr. Von Larsen, like a silly little girl who doesn’t know what’s going on here?” I was ready to put all my chips in and finish this game.

  He leered at me with a self-confident smirk on his wine soaked mouth. I watched him recline back on his elbows and not bend to my taunting. I felt like we were having a duel and waiting to see who would draw first.

  Me, and I never miss.

  I was about to show him what it was like to be left wanting. Something I doubted Jake Von Larsen had ever felt in his lifetime. I purposely turned my back to him, steadying my nerves by tipping back the rest of my wine. I bent over from the waist so that my skirt rode up the bottom swell of my ass cheeks, and I set my glass on the floor at my feet.

  Standing back up, I admired my reflection in the mirror, giving me a clear view of Jake behind me. My now empty hand ran over the fabric of my shirt, following the outline of my torso, up and over my breast. I could feel my nipples tighten beneath the silk of my bra. My fingertips lingered there, while I met his eyes in the surveillance glass. I moved my hand up behind my neck, rolling my head from side to side to relax my muscles. The cool air of the room kissed the back of my neck as I swept my hair up, revealing the lines of my shoulder blades and exposing the creamy texture of my skin, tempting him to get up and submit to me.

  He twitched upon the mattress and sat up, finishing his own wine. I had his attention. Moving at a slow, methodical pace, I faced him and walked to the foot of the bed, where he now sat upright. A single open-toed heel lifted to rest upon the bed beside his lap, opening my thighs to fit his knees between them, while the other stayed firmly planted on the floor so that my frame loomed over his seated position. “Do you bring women here often? Do they come of their own free will, or do you have to pay for them?”

  Shot fired.

  I gasped as his hands shot out around my hips and beneath my skirt, grasping a handful each of my lace-clad bottom. “Aly, you know who I am. You’ve been here before. We can continue this charade or you can let me fuck you, like we both want.”

  Well played.

  I wasn’t about to surrender. We were now on an equal playing field. “It’s nice to see your face for a change, instead of the dark side of a blindfold.” My hand reached back for his and drew it to the tender flesh of my inner thigh. I held it there, allowing him to feel the heat that was emanating from the center of me.

  “Aly.”

  I was unable to pull my eyes away, and I lost my breath when he stood abruptly from the bed, cupping my bottom with one hand and lifting me off from my feet as if I were as light as a feather. He kissed me full on the lips, invading my mouth with his tongue, ready to finally give me what I desired.

  He reversed our stance and laid me down on the satin sheets. His hands began to roam over my body, kneading and squeezing my flesh beneath the material of my clothing. I could feel my body quiver and my breath tremble.

  My own fingers, nimble and able from months of training, unfastened the buttons of his dress shirt. The cool air of the room mixed with the sensation of our hot mouths as we attacked one another’s necks and shoulders with tongues and teeth, the game having changed once again, now a wanting tug of war. I pushed his shirt from his body, hearing the last few buttons snap from their threads and bounce on the floor, lost.

  Jake carelessly tossed the marred shirt aside. His chest and back were ten times more alluring in person than on my computer screen. The details of his artistic inked designs were mesmerizing and I could envision my tongue and fingers tracing every line for hours. His mouth never ceased to greedily taste my throat and exposed chest. My body was weakening. No longer could I refuse and resist his touch. I ached in the pit of my stomach to fulfill the need he created in those earlier visits. I wanted Jake Von Larsen for more than work reasons now.

  What have you gone and done?

  My fingers dug into his bare shoulders. They felt like solid rocks in my hands. I called upon those long days of strength and endurance training and wedged my foot beneath me, using it as leverage to flip him onto his back. Jake eyed me with shock and sudden respect. I did not give him a chance to object. Instead, I climbed over his lap, straddling his legs. My hands moved down his steel biceps and forearms until my breasts pressed into his chiseled chest. My tongue probed his mouth, cutting off any words he may have had.

  I control this, I control me.

  The expression on my face must have been pleasing to him, because he laughed the moment I freed his mouth. He licked his lips, savoring the taste I left behind. A fleeting feeling of regret and fear rushed through me. What was I doing?

  “Are you going to keep those clothes on?” he asked.

  “Are you telling me to strip?”

  “Yes.”

  I felt my insides melt.

  Damn it.

  I needed to bring this back into home field. “You’ve already seen me naked. I want to see what I’m working with.”

  His eyebrows went up, but he accepted the challenge. I watched him slither out from beneath me and stand up alongside the bed. He took his time, believing that he was teasing me in some self-absorbed fashion.

  Two could play that game. I allowed my eyes to twinkle with enticement, while he remained tangled up in the material of his pants. My hand slipped between my legs and I arched my back, lifting my hips from the bed and easing the hem of my short skirt upward. The tips of my fingers disappeared into my wet folds beneath my lace panties. I closed my eyes and heard my mouth let the sounds of my building pleasure drift up toward him as I finger fucked my own body.

  His breath was raspy. "Oh yeah fuck, baby girl?"

  I imagined him saying this behind the glass when he watched me for the first time, and my body responded without hesitation. "If you beg me, I may let you join in. Do you want that?"

  Jake was like an animal on the hunt. Crawling up the bed over my body, he had my torso pinned between his knees. My arms were caught between his legs and my sides, unable to move. I squashed down the panic and reminded myself I was okay. I started this war and I could finish it. His strong fingers puckered my mouth into pouting lips. He traced the head of his hardness against them. “Lick me.”

  A shiver ran noticeably through my body. Not out of fear, but because I wanted to know how he would taste in my throat.

  What the hell, Alyson?

  My tongue darted out between my lips and his fingers. I heard myself whimper and his taut skin twitched in my face. My own hands were betraying me and my fingers opened my soaked lower lips once more, drawing out the pleasure my insides were screaming for. Jake pressed forward past my puckered mouth and sank himself deep into my t
hroat. I moaned in delight as I was finally rewarded with the taste of his skin. My fingers were deep inside, swallowed up in my own pleasure center. I struggled to lift my hips beneath the weight of his body, the motion pushing him deeper into the concave of my mouth.

  He growled. “Fuck.”

  Fuck.

  I felt him grow and then explode in my mouth, keeping himself buried deep in my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. I moaned around the sticky, wet fullness.

  "That’s it baby, come for me.” He held his position as the wave of my orgasm overtook me.

  I could say nothing nor do nothing but feel the most incredible sensation I had ever allowed myself to experience. The fear that any movement I made would dull the fleeting pleasure more kept me frozen, and I allowed myself to drift down back into reality. My toes were still curled when I finally opened my eyes and realized Jake had withdrawn from my mouth and was watching me with an intensity I could not decipher.

  My insides were still spasming when he decided to move off me and stretch out beside me. He stroked my hair, my face, the side of my neck. “You are an incredible woman, Aly Gallagher. I don’t think I will ever be able to let you go, and that scares the hell out of me. I’m leaving for Vegas this week. I’d like you to go with me.”

  Please be the truth and not another game.

  6

  Jake

  “If all you have is a hammer, then everything looks like a nail.” My father’s words were strong in my head as I rode in the back of the limo to get Aly at our designated pick up place. The sun was still hiding, waiting for the right moment to rise and start the day.

  I could see the image of my father as my brothers and I would smile and nod, our immature minds trying to understand the words of wisdom he would bestow upon us at our tender ages. It wouldn’t be until later, after his death, that we would start putting faith and purpose behind those varied words and idioms. I applied them daily in my dealings, and I was certain Cole did too, and perhaps William in his own scattered, immature way.

  My father knew me—even in my formative years, he knew I dealt with my problems with my fists and my rage. He tried to temper that by giving me words to think on, but it rarely stopped me. I was physical, but now I also needed to be reflective. Before I threw a punch or poked a jab, I tried to understand what was driving me instead of hitting something or someone because I could.

  Aly was no different. I didn’t quite understand what it was about her that made me want her for more than my immediate pleasures, but I intended to find out before I did anything in haste.

  The limo eased over to the curb and Angelo got out, assisting Alyson with her single carryon bag before opening the door and waiting for her to climb in. There was no velvet bag on the seat this time; no blindfold or headphones were needed now. Aly was still in the dark, but it was a much different type of darkness now. She sat across from me and the car moved on. I wanted to kiss her, but held my position. “Everything all set with school and work?”

  Her head bobbed. “Yes, all set.”

  “What did you tell them?”

  She smirked sarcastically. “What did I need to tell anyone? School marks me as not attending for a day and I shut off my Love or Lust account until we get back.”

  Smart girl.

  I didn’t say anything more on the matter. She had ensured secrecy without even knowing she would be required to do so. It was better that way. “What they don’t know can’t hurt them,” whispered my father’s voice. These words were true in a multitude of ways when it came to my life. We rode the rest of the short distance in silence.

  My hand released Aly’s elbow to allow her to walk up the stairs to the waiting private jet. The crew and most of my men were already there and ready to go. I gave a few nods and took stock of who was out on the tarmac, looking for any unfamiliar or shady looking characters.

  “Yo, Jake.” One of my lower ranked men sidled up beside me, a shit eating grin on his face. He nodded up the stairs, letting his eyes soak in Alyson’s backside. “Nice new looker. She your girlfriend or just a new toy?”

  I let my fingers grip the stair railing, maintaining my composure.

  He’s not a nail.

  “Shut your mouth, Tommy.” I turned to him and stared him down hard enough to cause him to flinch and take a few steps back. “You don’t talk to her, you don’t even fucking look at her, got it?”

  “Yeah sure, Jesus, man.”

  I took a menacing step toward him. “You fucking got it?”

  “Yes, Jake, I got it.”

  That’s right, you fucking got it.

  Aly was in the private cabin looking around at the interior with the wide-eyed stare of a child on Christmas morning. I was certain she’d never been inside a luxury jet like this before. The individual seats were oversized and over stuffed, clad in imported leather, each with their own mini desktops, fitted with retracting laptops, screens, and headsets.

  The staff had already prepared mimosas and pastries at each seat, allowing us to relax before takeoff. I knew later we’d be served champagne and a meal. It was impressive for most. Again, this was something I was accustomed to and found mundane. Usually I would sleep on these trips, but it was exciting to have Aly here in awe at seeing it all for the first time. I could live that feeling vicariously again through her.

  “If you want, if you’re still tired, there’s a sleeping cabin.” I pointed to the back of the plane. “Of course, we don’t have to sleep,” I whispered in her ear before I helped her sit down. I sat next to her and downed the mimosa. Her cheeks were flush with hot color, and it made my veins quiver with desire.

  “Here, relax.” I handed her the flute of orange liquid. “It will calm your nerves.”

  “I’m not nervous.”

  “No?”

  “I think the word you’re looking for is overwhelmed.” I watched as she sipped the drink. It took every ounce of strength I had not to lick the sticky residue from her lips. “Is your whole family this well off or just you?”

  Aly, you have no idea.

  I held my tongue and signaled for the flight attendant to bring us another round before takeoff. “Have you ever been to Vegas before?”

  She shook her head as she finished the last of her own drink.

  “You will love it. You’ll have plenty of time to explore before the fight, and afterward, we can spend some more time getting to know one another, privately.”

  I desperately wanted to know what made this woman tick. What powers she held and why I was so goddamned attracted to her. We finished our drinks and the jet engines revved. I watched her white knuckle the arm rests and slipped my hand into and around hers. It struck me as odd that something so delicate and small could capture me. My own fingers dwarfed hers, yet here she was, flying in my private jet with men she knew nothing of. Any other time, I would have simply called my service in Vegas and waited for a girl to arrive, dressed her in a fitting fashion, used her, and sent her packing without knowing a name, or a detail. That was my style, no fuss no muss.

  Why is this girl so different?

  Once the jet leveled off and we were flying at our designated altitude, others began to file back and forth through our cabin. Some would stop and lean close to fill me in on what was going on or being arranged. Aly sat patiently, observing. “How many people are on this plane?”

  I shrugged. “A few dozen.”

  “Do they all work for you?” Her tone was one of astonishment.

  I felt my muscles twitch. “Work for me? Um no, I mean yes, I have a team, my trainer, some personal assistants, Angelo, a few others.” I had to keep my story simple for her sake. If she knew half of what was really on this plane, men and product, she’d be screaming to be let off at the next airport. “The best secrets are the most twisted,” echoed my dad’s voice.

  I watched her chew on her lower lip, contemplating the numbers against what I was saying. “So you let other people use the service of your private jet as well?”r />
  Breathe.

  “Alyson, will you excuse me for a moment?” I needed a mental moment. I knew she was being an innocent, inquisitive girl. She was smart, naturally curious. Being who I was and knowing that the protection of my family came first, I needed to keep my cool and make her realize this was all “normal” for those of our means. The only thing she needed to know was that she was safe and secure and no harm would come to her while in my presence. Now was not the time or the place to introduce her to any other elements of our lives. She was new. She may not stay. I needed to be sure of her, know that she could be loyal to not only me, but also to my brothers, before she gained any more knowledge.

  I unbuckled my seat belt and stepped away, following the aisle back toward Angelo. “Where’s Anthony?” I asked as I took the empty seat beside him.

  “He never showed.”

  I smoothed my hair back out of frustration. “Do we know where he is?”

  Angelo pulled a face. He never wanted to disappoint me, even if the situation was out of his control. “I’ve got Tommy on it. As soon as I have word, I’ll get it to you.”

  “And the product?”

  “All accounted for.”

  Knowing that one of my men missed the flight had me on edge. Knowing it was a newer guy only added to the unease I felt. “Angelo, I want information before we land. If there is a problem, I don’t want to be walking into it blind.”

  “I’m on it.” Angelo got up and walked to the next section to talk with Tommy. I downed a glass of champagne and brought a fresh glass back with me for Aly.

  “Miss me?”

  She smiled and took the proffered glass. “Is something wrong?”

  I gave her a reassuring smile. “Not at all. Just taking care of some last minute business.”

  “So you don’t just fight, you manage yourself as well?”

  More damn questions.

  “You’re a curious little rabbit today.” I narrowed my eyes at her.

  Alyson coughed on her champagne. “Excuse me. I guess I get a little more chatty with each fresh glass.” She set down the flute and pushed it away. “Time for water.”