I Need You Forever: Romantic Suspense, Military, Holiday, Contemporary, Erotica, Psychological Thriller (Need Series Book 5)

by Cynthia P. O'Neill

  He whispered against my lips, “I like seeing you like this, tied up and at my mercy to do anything I want to drive you insane. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  He leaned back and scooped out a little chocolate sauce with his finger before drawing circles around both of my nipples. The sauce was slightly warm and felt heavenly against my skin. Watching him lick the sauce off of his fingers made my center clench, and I suddenly craved to feel his tongue on my clit.

  “I like that idea.” My face looked shocked – had I said that aloud? Sometimes my mouth didn’t have a filter when I was sexually aroused. I guess he’d already discovered this.

  I watched as he parted my legs and placed a smear of chocolate sauce over my bare mound and letting it drip onto my clit and down my heat. His fingers played around the edges of my vagina before he brought them back up to my mouth, pushing them in for me to taste. The mixture of my essence with the chocolate was a heady combination. I was already on edge and he kept driving up the heat.

  He picked up the whipped cream next, placing dollops atop of each nipple. Sending sparks to my center, he pushed both of my breasts together and then devoured them with his tongue and teeth. I could feel the moisture in my center begin to drip down my thighs.

  Jax lifted a strawberry from the bowl and dipped it into a little cream before placing it gently on my lips. “Take a bite, sweetheart.”

  I did as he instructed, tasting the sweetness of the fruit and the richness of the cream. He followed with giving me another sip of champagne from his mouth to mine. I hummed in appreciation.

  His eyes darkened as he grabbed another strawberry from the bowl and, taking me by surprise, ran it through my folds. His tongue came out and swiped over my lip, his teeth nipping it, causing me to groan while he pushed the strawberry against my center. “I like my berries with a lot of cream.” His voice was filled with seduction. I watched as he took the strawberry and sucked it into his mouth, moaning in appreciation as he chewed.

  My mind zoned out, thinking how nice it’d be to taste him covered with chocolate and cream. “That can be arranged, love.”

  I didn’t try to deny my thought process. I salivated at the idea of having his cock inside my mouth. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me.

  He took a small spoonful of cream and placed it over my mound before standing and smearing a small amount of chocolate and cream over the top of his cock. I thought he’d crawl up the bed and straddle me so I could suck him off, but instead he climbed up the bed and reversed us into a sixty-nine position. “Go ahead and take me in your mouth, honey. I want you to suck off all of the dessert – don’t leave a speck on me.” His eyes hooded as he said, “You’re not to come until I tell you, understood?”

  I swallowed hard, knowing he already had me ready to fly over. This was going to be difficult, but I’d do anything for him. “Yes, sir,” I acknowledged as his cock shoved into my mouth and his hands held my thighs open while his tongue began devouring me.

  The taste of him was salty and sweet, reminding me of a chocolate dipped pretzel covered in whipped cream. It was a taste I couldn’t get enough of.

  Concurrently, I fought the desire to suck him off and not come. I was certain he was trying to drive me insane as his tongue flicked against the hard nub of my clit while his fingers pushed deep inside my walls, stretching me and searching for my g-spot. What did he want me to do, beg for release? If he kept this up, I’d be doing that and more.

  He’d build me up and get my legs shaking and then back off what he was doing until I regained control. This happened four or five times, maybe more. I was at the point of being mindless trying not to come, trying to follow his orders.

  I was barely hanging on by a thread when I released his cock and began begging, “Please…”

  He lifted, turning his head toward me, “Please what?”

  I tried shifting to relieve some of the ache I was feeling between my legs, but he held me firmly in place. “I need…”

  A sly smile spread across his face as the candlelight bounced off the glossiness of my essence coating his chin. “You need what, love?”

  I didn’t like having to plead, but in this case I needed to come so badly that I felt my body was on the verge of imploding. “I need to come, sir. Please, I beg you.”

  He turned back my direction, grabbed me and flipped me over onto my knees before slapping my ass once and impaling me with his length. “Come for me, love.”

  Feeling so filled at this angle, I struggled to breath at his intrusion. One word, one thrust forward, and I was gasping for air as my vision faded and white explosions of light went off around me.

  Jax didn’t start moving again until I started coming down from my orgasm. He pumped in and out of me slowly while dipping his thumb in my juices and hovering over my forbidden hole. “Has anyone ever taken you back here?” He asked as he pressed his thumb against my opening, testing me.

  I shook my head and pushed back against him, starting to meet him thrust for thrust as I felt myself climbing again. “I was being prepped for that, but no.”

  With one hand on my hip and the other against my forbidden hole, he kept up his rhythm. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. That’ll be your decision.”

  Needing to be driven over the edge, I was mindless with his thrusts. Desperate for something to push me over I yelled out, “Do it!”

  His thumb pushed into my rosette gradually, working his way in little by little, as he sped up his thrusts into my center. The invasion of my ass felt a bit foreign, but good. I found myself rocking back harder. His thumb broke past the tight ring of my muscles, and I felt my body soar with the explosion going on inside. I heard someone screaming out and realized it was me calling out his name as he thrust in two more times before yelling out mine, his seed filling me completely and dripping out against my legs. An explosion rocked through my entire body as my center clenched down hard on his cock, milking every bit of his release.

  My body went limp as I felt him untie my hands and pull me close to rub my arms and wrists to get the circulation back into them. I couldn’t speak; he’d somehow made me mindless with sex. The feeling was so obscure. I felt myself floating and looked down to see my body cuddled next to Jackson with his arms wrapped protectively around me.

  It took a few minutes before I found my way back. I glanced up at him – a smile splayed across his handsome face. All I could say was, “You’ve ruined me for all other men.”

  He laughed. “I’d hope so since you promised that you’re mine now.”

  I had promised that, but what did it mean?

  “It means that I want you in my life. I’m not willing to let you go, not even when all this craziness is over. I’m not sure I’m ready for anything else, just yet, so let’s take it one day at a time and just enjoy the ride.”

  I opened my mouth to ask, “How did you?”

  He pulled me even closer, entwining our legs together. “You’re very forth right and vocal when your mind is scrambled from sex. I like it.”

  I didn’t know where we were headed, but I did like the idea of just enjoying one another and seeing where life took us.

  We ended up spending most of our getaway locked in our room pushing each other’s limits. We’d found a small box of toys, with our names on it, for us to explore and get a little bit of our freak on.

  I guess the security detail gave up hope of us ever joining them for meals. We often heard a soft knock at the door to let us know trays of food, for whatever meal we were on, were waiting for us. I felt embarrassed by it, but Jackson just dismissed it. “At some point in their lives, they’ve been where we are now. They’ll understand. Besides, it just makes their jobs easier knowing we aren’t going anywhere.”

  We did manage to get out for a few hours the last full day of our vacation. I’d never taken a sleigh ride, built a snowman, had a snowball fight, or made snow angels, so Jackson made all of that happen with everyo
ne’s help. It was everything I’d dreamed of and more. My heart was completely lost to him.

  THE VACATION HAD TURNED out better than I’d hoped. Robin and I were both able to forget about the present and the past for a moment and just focus on one another. Neither one of us was ready to leave the cabin. It had truly been magical to spend time with her, but reality was calling, and we needed to get back to my daughter and back to work.

  We made it through Christmas, New Year’s, and most of January without incident. Due to several violations and corrupt crew members, the local branch of the construction company was shutdown. The threatening notes from them had stopped completely.

  Declan had been spotted in Georgia, so we knew he was working his way toward us, but he’d managed to allude the police numerous times and went into hiding. Ivan and Sophia believed he’d made some connections and dealings with some underground low-lifes and, so far, it seemed to be working; no one could corner him.

  We resumed life as best as possible while still keeping Robin unaware of the issues with Declan/Cain. Hopefully, we’d catch him before he got too close, before we had to tell her the truth, which could send her over the edge.

  At least there’d been positive news regarding her brother. He, and a few of his men, had been picked up along the border of a neighboring country. The military higher-ups had negotiated a deal with the militants to release the members of Jonas’s team that had been captured in exchange for a few of their prisoners of war. He hadn’t been able to talk to Robin via phone due to his mandatory debriefing in Washington, but he had sent her a flower arrangement with a note:

  She seemed to relax a bit, knowing her brother was en route to home. However, she’d been feeling a bit unwell lately, having thrown up a couple times over the past several days. She dismissed it as merely the stomach bug that was going around the office. How neither one of us had caught it until now, I didn’t know.

  I tried to get her to stay home from work today, but she insisted on coming in. Feeling a bit overprotective of her lately, I reluctantly gave in. I’d looked up from my desk to check on her, when I saw her getting a bit green around the edges and running toward the bathroom with her hand over her mouth. I tried to follow her, but she shook her head. “I’ll be fine.” So I went back to my desk and waited.

  Several minutes passed, and she still hadn’t come back to her desk. I started to worry, feeling something wasn’t right, so I called Marissa to come down and check on her. I waited outside the bathroom and saw the horror in Marissa’s expression as she walked back out. “Robin’s not in there, and there’s evidence of a struggle and a small amount of blood on the wall.”

  Oh, God. NO! I started pacing franticly and running my hands through my hair trying to figure out where she was, who had her, and what the hell was going on. I guess Marissa had been one step ahead of me. I heard her yell out to call Rick to the floor immediately.

  Everything around me had happened in slow motion as I leaned back against the wall and slid down onto the floor, my legs no longer supporting me. I felt I was part of a horror film, but this was real life. I couldn’t lose her. I still had so much to say, so much to do. I’d planned for us to take another trip back up to Vermont over Valentine’s so that I could propose to her and ask her to be not only my wife, but also my forever sub. I’d already talked with Alexander and Celia to set up the plans. What if he had her? What if I couldn’t get to her?

  I felt a slap to my face and saw Alexander bent down right in front of me. When the hell did he get here? “You need to pull yourself together, Jax.”

  The activity around me came into focus. Every member of the security team was either in the bathroom looking for clues or in the hall on the phone with local authorities.

  A moment later Rick came over and offered me his hand so I could get up off the floor. He guided me toward one of the chairs nearby and had me sit while he grabbed another one and took a seat in front of me.

  “Derrick’s busy running through footage to see what happened, to see if there are any clues as to how he got to her.”

  “It was Cain, wasn’t it?” I didn’t need to ask. I knew it was him.

  Rick was full of tension and anger as he ran his hand over his face. “Yes, Cain must’ve been waiting in the bathroom for her. She definitely put up a struggle. We took a sample of the blood found on the wall and are having our lab do a rush order to see if it’s hers.”

  I felt rage flood through me at the idea that he’d hurt her. If I found him, he’d be good as dead. I’m certain every man in the room felt the same way.

  “We’re pretty sure he chloroformed her to get her out of here. A couple of the ladies said they’d seen a janitor working around the bathrooms, emptying trash from the men’s room, and then the ladies’ room right before Robin had gone inside…” His phone rang and he held up his hand to take the call.

  “What do you have, Derrick?” You could hear how heated Derrick was on the other end of the line. Everyone was furious that this bastard had managed to slip past them.

  Alexander and I watched as the rest of the Prescott family gathered round us awaiting any updates. Rick ended the call and yelled out, “Son of a bitch!”

  I felt my heart ripping in two. What did she ever do to deserve being treated so poorly? I held out hope that she’d be okay, but the words were not promising.

  “The blood is hers. We have a visual that he pushed a cart out the back of the building and loaded it into a van before taking off. We believe Robin was inside that cart. One of the cameras did capture a partial license plate as the van pulled out of the back docking bay, but we haven’t been able to locate it anywhere in the city. All the authorities have been notified, and there’s an APB to stop the van at all costs.”

  Everyone was silent, so I asked, “Is there anything else?”

  He nodded. “He’s armed and dangerous. The two guys that had caused problems at her father’s workplace and had hounded her were found dead – bullets to their heads during the early morning hours. Yesterday, the man who’d directed the construction operation locally was also found dead with a gunshot wound to the head. Cain is definitely armed, dangerous, and trying to finish what he’d started, leaving no witnesses behind.”

  I gulped hard at his words and began shaking my head. “I can’t lose her. I’ve already lost Gabi. I can’t lose Robin too. She’s everything to me.”

  Alexander wrapped his arms around me to try and calm me down. “You can’t get worked up, son. We couldn’t save Gabi, but maybe we can save Robin.” He looked over at Rick. “What about those damn locaters you have us wearing?”

  I didn’t like the look in Rick’s eyes. “We activated them as soon as you told us she was missing, but it went silent about ten minutes ago around the edges of downtown. We have no word on where they’re at.”

  I yelled out, “Someone get me a fucking map of downtown, now!”

  Marissa was quick to pull up a map on one of the nearby computers. We marked where we were located, where all three guys had been found dead, and then stood back noting how the dots when linked together almost formed a circle, which left one of two options: the construction site or where Robin and her father had rented that rundown apartment.

  Alexander called it a long shot to put all our hope into the idea that Cain was methodical enough to plan out a complete circle. But stranger things have happened in life.

  Giving us more hope, we confirmed he had to be trapped within the city because roadblocks had been set up to look for the van as it tried to leave the city. If only we can get to her before he acts on his delusions.

  Rick and Derrick divided up into two teams, one to head toward the construction site and the other the apartment. I’d first selected to go with Derrick, but heard Gabi’s voice telling me, “No. You’ll be too late if you go there.” I didn’t question my delusion; instead, I ran with it. I knew she was guiding me to where I needed to be in life. Hoping she could hear it, I mentally sent up a thank you to he
r.

  I ended up riding with Rick. He’d directed one group to try and enter through the back of the building while we went in the front, but I didn’t give anyone the chance. As soon as he pulled up, I bolted out of the car because I knew she was here. I had spotted the van nearby with a bloody handprint on the side of it.

  I sprinted up the steps toward her door and heard yelling, along with a few slaps when I inched closer. I listened in to assess the situation and to make sure she was okay.

  “Why are you doing this, Declan? What did I ever do to you? Please untie me.” Her voice was weak and she was crying, but she was alive.

  I could hear footsteps walking back and forth across the room. Rick came up behind me and listened in. “I knew I should’ve put a gag on you. I always hated when you tried to talk to me during sex. I hated your little moans, knowing you did that for him.”

  “What are you talking about, Dec?”

  A hard slap and a moan were heard in the room. “Stop calling me by his name, bitch!”

  Robin’s voice was barely audible, “I don’t understand?”

  I leaned forward just enough to see through the crack in the door. I watched in horror; he had her tied up on the sofa with her arms behind her back and her legs bound together at the ankles. Her hair was matted with dried blood and a small amount was still freshly seeping from a line on her forehead.

  All I could envision were my hands wrapped around his throat killing him for what he’d done. I found myself moving forward, but Rick grabbed my shoulder, preventing me from entering. The rest of the guys came in on the other side of the hall; however, Rick put his hand up to stand down. I couldn’t understand why we were waiting. Did we need Cain to get farther away from Robin? Were we waiting for a confession? What was the hold up?

  I watched as he grabbed her hair, wrapping it around his wrist and pulling until he had her whimpering in pain an inch above the sofa. “Those are the sounds that are music to my ears. It reminds me of the last time we were together – you screamed so much. It also reminds me of the night I finally got rid of my brother and was able to come out of his shadow.”