“I told you Shyam would be pissed, and now he won’t trust me because he thinks I’m keeping shit from him too,” the man shouted.
“Well, you were,” Jai replied sternly.
“Only because you put me in a shitty position. You need to fix this.” Irritation cracked the man’s voice.
“You don’t think I know that?” I had never heard Jai this bothered before.
“Obviously not, because look at where it landed you…in the hospital. And Amelia almost died because of your stupidity,” the man admonished.
“That’s enough,” Jai yelled.
“Not nearly. You got all of us into this mess. This is on you now!” The shouting was so loud at this point that I didn’t have to try hard to listen in.
I felt guilty for eavesdropping, but Jai wasn’t an open book, and if this had anything to do with his accident, I wanted to know what he was up against. I moved closer to the side of the doorway, so none of the house staff would spot me if they passed by.
“I don’t know how many fucking times I need to tell you and Shyam that I’ll fix it!” Jai’s voice bellowed.
“Do it now, because we both know L—”
Too consumed with the conversation, I lost my balance and knocked my shoulder against the doorway loudly. The voices stopped and footsteps approached where I was standing.
The door swung open and the man from the hospital stood in front of me. This time, his face was tense, his jaw clenched. When he looked into my startled eyes, his expression softened. “Miss Varon.”
“Claire,” I offered nervously.
“Hello, Claire. I’m guessing you came to see this guy.” He motioned to Jai sitting up in bed, his shirtless chest, marred by three dark patches of discoloration on full display, a harsh reminder of the collision.
“I…um…I’m sorry to intrude. I brought food.” I held up the paper bag, now damp from the steam that had been locked inside for so long.
“Come in.” Jai’s voice was still thick from anger. I stepped into the massive room, taking in the dark walls and light gray headboard that matched with the side tables. Masculine and mysterious, just like its inhabitant.
My eyes flashed back to his broad chest, smooth and tanned with mounds of muscle cut so sharply they would scrape my hand if I skimmed it along that board of steel. Even the dark blue stain from his injuries couldn’t discourage my imagination.
“What’s in the bag, baby girl?” he asked, interfering with my ogling session. His lips fixed into the cheekiest of smiles, enjoying my interest in what he was serving.
I cleared my throat. “Bagels.”
“Sounds delicious. Come here and show me,” he said, voice so viscous with sin that I knew he wasn’t referring to the seven-dollar contents of the bag.
I smiled at the man in front of me apologetically, since Jai no longer seemed to care about or desire his presence. “Would you like one? I bought extra…I’m sorry. What was your name?”
“Zayn,” he replied, warm and appreciative of the gesture. “No, thank you. I should actually be on my way.”
I nodded. “It was nice meeting you.”
“The pleasure was all mine,” he said as he tipped his head to me before walking past me to leave, but not without out stopping to give Jai one more glance. “Good luck with that one.” He winked at me before leaving through the open door.
I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped.
“Did you come all this way to stand over there and laugh at me, beautiful?” Jai asked.
“If I say yes, what are you going to do about it? Get up and punish me?” I nodded toward his bruises.
“I would do anything to feel my palm against your ass, so don’t tempt me.” His gaze roamed hungrily over the area of my body that was concealed by shorts.
I moved closer to the bed, unwilling to find out if he was bluffing. As much as his words stirred the butterflies in my stomach, I didn’t want him to risk injury. “What was all that about?” I looked back at the door Zayn had just walked through.
“Nothing. Zayn’s just being an overprotective brother.” He took the soggy bag from me, peeking inside to make his selection.
“Oh, I didn’t know you had another brother.” He had never mentioned it. I’d just assumed it was only Shyam and Jai.
I took a seat on the edge of the bed, noticing the way the sheets were bunched up around his waist. Was he naked under there? I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat from thinking of what must have been rubbing against the soft, white linens.
Holding up cinnamon-swirl bagel, he replied between bites, “Not biological. But he was raised with us. His father worked for ours, so my mother took care of him while his father was working.”
That would explain the reason he’d been at the hospital and the look of worry that had matched that of Amelia’s—family concern. I also remembered Shyam’s expression—pure anger.
“What’s got your forehead wrinkled like that?” he asked.
“When we were at the hospital, all of us were worried about you.” His face beamed instantly at my admission of concern for him. “But your brother…Shyam…he seemed angry. Why?”
Dismissing my question, he took another bite of his bagel. “He’s always angry.”
“Even when his brother is fighting for his life? Are you in trouble, Jai?” I had been born with great intuition. It was something that couldn’t be taught, only inherited, and in this case, it had come from my mother. My father, with all his sense, had still been oblivious to so much.
He pressed his lips together as if choosing his next words carefully. I knew in that whatever he was about to say would be yet another lie. How much of it would I take before I needed honest answers, not bullshit? Yet I was a hypocrite, expecting the truth from him when I gave him anything but.
“Everything’s fine. I just pissed off the new guy at the dealership who last serviced my car, so he did a half-assed job to stick it to me. Asshole was drunk with power.”
More lies. And they were growing more terrible by the minute.
I stared at him. Should I press more? Was it even worth it? I didn’t know what this was between us, but it couldn’t be good that we were building it over a foundation of untruth.
As if sensing my thoughts, he pressed his bagel up to my lips, offering me a way out of the web of questions and anxiety that I was spinning around us. And I caved, choosing the easiest option, escapism. It wasn’t a solution just a temporary bandage to what should be a temporary relationship, though I didn’t want it to end. I sunk my teeth into the chewiness of the dough, letting the sourness of the cream cheese silence me for the moment.
His eyes were glued to my lips as I chewed, hypnotized.
“What?” I asked, swallowing the bite.
Wordlessly, he dropped the piece in his hand back into the bag and threw it aside. The bag crunched as it landed on the floor. Before I could figure out what was happening, his fingers weaved into my hair, yanking me to him, his tongue swiping the corner of my mouth. “Mmm, tastes so much better on you.”
His tongue plunged through the passage between my lips, meeting my own tongue. Cinnamon and cream. His taste was deliciously decadent—like a dessert. Our pace was slow yet our kiss deep. Electricity pulsed through my body, causing the tiny hairs on my arms to rise.
I slipped out of my shoes as our mouths moved together, and folded my legs under me on the bed, sitting on my heels so my whole body could be closer to his. He pulled me near so his lips could trail down my neck, nipping the most sensitive skin right under my ear. The moan that left my body was so loud and desperate that it sounded foreign to me.
This wasn’t the Claire that I knew myself to be. She didn’t have strong yearnings for pleasure like this. Her sex didn’t tingle just from kisses. Whoever this person was, she had awoken from a lifelong slumber—alive an
d never wanting to go without this for the rest of her life.
My hand migrated behind me as I tilted my head back, giving him more access to my neck. I felt the rigid muscles of his thigh as my palms slid across his lap. Unexpectedly, he let out a feral growl. I pulled back to look at his face, thinking I had injured him, but instead, found his stare focused on my hand that I thought was on his thigh. Definitely not on his thigh anymore. And definitely naked underneath the sheets.
My eyes flashed back to his face, to find him with a sly grin on his lips. Mon dieu, he was hard. His eyes challenged me to keep my hand put when my reflex was to pull away in surprise.
Challenge accepted. I gripped his length, cloaked by soft Egyptian cotton, never taking my sight off his face. Coffee-colored eyes fought to maintain their focus as heavy lids drooped with desire over them. My hand squeezed his shaft, and the groan that reverberated through him sent my pussy pulsating with need.
Clenching my thighs to ease the ache, I pumped his shaft slowly through the sheets, careful not to go too fast and chafe him. His breath quickened, despite the lazy pace of my strokes. Wetness seeped through the fabric, cooling my hand on contact as I pumped near his head. His eyes rolled into his head, and he gasped as I gripped him tighter. “Baby girl, stop,” he ground out.
“Did I hurt you? Is it difficult to breathe?” I whispered as I removed my hand, worried I had taken it too far.
He shook his head. “Not at all. It’s perfect. So perfect that I’m about to blow if you don’t stop.”
“Not a bad thing,” I teased, moving my hand back to his dick.
“I need to taste you first. I’m thirsty, baby. Let me drink.”
His words cued my arousal to soak my panties. How the hell did he have that type of power over me?
“Strip, Claire.”
I rose to my knees and pulled the hem of my shirt over my head, only to catch him chuckling at me.
“What?” I looked down at my lacy light blue bra. It might not have been designer lingerie, but it was the prettiest piece I owned.
“Your shirt,” he said, eyeing the bundle in my hands. “The tiger.”
“What about it?” I asked, beyond confused.
He shook his head. Nothing, just reminds me of some ghosts from the past.”
“Ghosts?” My brows furrowed in confusion.
“It’s nothing. Just reminded me of an old enemy” he said, smirking as if he were the only one privy to the inside joke going on in his head.
His eyes roamed to my sex, picking back up where he’d left off. “Now those sexy shorts.”
I set my feet on the floor and worked the button and zipper slowly, enjoying the lust that smoldered off the dominating being before me.
The denim dropped to the floor, allowing me to step out of them. He licked his lips, burning holes into my skin with his heated gaze as I stood before him in just my bra and panties. Sweat beaded my skin from the flame between us.
“Underwear too, baby girl.”
I eyed the open door anxiously. Anyone could walk in and catch me fully exposed at the mercy of this king that lay before me.
“Eyes on me.” My eyes snapped back to his. “Do you trust me?” Despite all the lies between us, I did.
I followed his order and let the blue lace slide off my body. I stood there, naked and vulnerable to him for the first time. His thirst for me grew stronger, judging from the beastlike groan he released. “You’re so beautiful.”
My cheeks heated from his praise, but I kept my eyes focused on his, unwilling to shy away from this moment—the moment where he saw all of me. His hand extended out to me, asking for mine.
I came back to him on the bed, the mattress dipping as I edged closer to him on my knees. I cradled his face in my hands, peering into the depths of his eyes.
“Don’t hurt me,” I whispered. I didn’t mean it physically. My body wasn’t virginal, but my heart was. My body could take whatever he dealt me, but my heart…I wasn’t so sure it would be as strong.
“Baby girl. I would die before I hurt you.” He understood my meaning.
My lips crashed against his, thanking him for his oath. The short hairs on his face tickled my skin as I moved with ferocity, eager to consume all of him.
He pulled away, gasping for breath. “Feed me, baby.”
I stared at him, unsure of what to do next. He helped me by gripping my hips and gently pulling them toward his body, so I straddled his chest with my legs, knees planted into the mattress on either side of him. He slid his body down slightly so that he was positioned under my pussy. Pressing his nose to my flesh, he inhaled my scent. “God, you smell like fucking nectar.”
His tongue swiped through my folds, drinking me in. I sucked in a breath as I clasped the top of the headboard with my hands to steady myself from falling over. The sensation was overwhelming.
His tongue stroked me again and again, slurping at my moisture. “You’re so wet for me, baby girl. I can’t wait to slide my dick into this heaven.”
I panted desperately as he worked my clit with his mouth, licking and sucking with the right amount of pressure to have me clinging to the edge.
“Come for me. I need more of your sweetness,” he demanded before grazing my clit gently between his teeth. His tongue darted over the tip of my nub as his teeth held the base of it in place, sending me screaming his name as I fell over the edge of the cliff that he had driven me to. My body convulsed as heat flooded my sex and trickled down my legs. Jai lapped his tongue into my folds, drinking in everything I had to offer, causing my body to jerk from the sensitivity.
Pulling away from my folds, he licked the streaks of arousal that had dripped down the insides of my thighs. I watched as he savored my taste.
His eyes found mine, the fire brighter than before. He needed more. His hands moved between my legs to push the sheets down from his waist. I looked over my shoulder, taking in his length—thick and long. My mouth watered as I remembered the time that I had seen him receive pleasure from those girls. I had wanted to taste him in my mouth for so long—to send him exploding onto my tongue.
“I want to taste you too,” I begged.
“You really know how to make a man drip for you.” His thumb rubbed my lips. “I haven’t been able to shake the fantasy of these full lips around my cock since the first time I saw you.”
“When you were having someone else suck you off?” I mocked.
His hand smacked my ass, the sting sending pleasure coursing through my veins. “You’re gonna pay for that same smart mouth that you want me to fuck. No mouth this time. I need to be inside of you. Climb on me, baby girl.”
“Jai, are you sure you can do this?” I didn’t want to hurt his ribs any worse than they already had been.
“I’m already in so much pain right now, and it’s not from my fucking ribs. Ride me, sweetheart.”
I hesitated. “We need a condom.”
“Are you on birth control?” he asked hastily.
“Yes.”
“Then I’m going bareback.” His hands gripped my hips, ready to push me down onto him.
I gently placed my hand on his chest to stop him. “Nice try. Condom.”
He let out a frustrated grunt and fished a wrapper out from his nightstand. “I’ve always worn protection in the past, so I know I’m clean. I’ll do this for you today, but tomorrow I’m sending you my clean bill of health and you’d better not deprive me again.” He rolled the latex over his shaft and lay back.
I chuckled at how cute he looked when he was annoyed and pressed a kiss over his heart. Grasping the base with my hand, I carefully inched down his length. I was more than wet enough from the combination of his saliva and my own arousal, but his size was too big to slide in easily.
“Rock your hips,” he urged.
I swiveled myself on him which helped
to loosen up my tense muscles. He slipped in easier the rest of the way until my ass slapped against skin. We both groaned in unison—me from the fullness and him from the tightness.
I made sure not to touch his torso, so I didn’t injure him any further. I braced my hands on the mattress on either side of his chest and lifted off with my knees, then dropped down again. I quickly found the right rhythm as my walls relaxed even more for him. His hands moved to my tits, palming them as I rode him.
I couldn’t help the moans that vibrated through my throat, though. I was still mildly aware of the open door. Surely, Miss Slutty Maid had heard us by now. That only urged me to voice my satisfaction louder. I hope the bitch hears this too. “Oh God, Jai!” I cried.
“Claire, baby. You feel so fucking good.” His hands slid down to my hips, moving me faster on him, slamming me down until his head hit my cervix.
“Oh God. Right there. Don’t stop,” I pled.
“Never. This pussy is mine.”
I couldn’t say anything else. My mind couldn’t think of any other words to say because it was too overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Say it, baby. Who does this pussy belong to?” he barked.
“You. It’s yours.” With that, he slammed me down one last time, shattering both of us into pieces as our orgasms erupted. Hot cum filled the condom as I collapsed off to the side, still hugging his cock between my lips, gasping for breath.
When I finally came down, I glanced back at him to make sure he was okay. “Does it hurt to breathe?”
He smiled. “I love how you worry about me.” He brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes. “I’ve never felt better in my life.”
I smiled as I gave him a soft kiss on the back of his hand.
Sliding off of him, I helped him dispose of the condom. I closed the bedroom door before heading back to the bed, deciding that I had tortured Miss Slutty Maid enough.
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