Surrender to Me (I Surrender Trilogy Book 2)

by James, Monica

  Unfortunately that is my last step, as a pair of warm hands secure around my waist, lifting me off the ground, pressing my back to his chest. Convinced I am about to become a missing person, I fight for dear life, kicking and screaming, but sadly to no prevail as my captor is headed outside.

  “Let me go you motherfucker. I’m a black belt and I will fuck you up!” I yell, hoping to infuse some fear into my attacker.

  But this falls on deaf ears as he backs through an open glass door, leading out onto the balcony. I claw at his hands around my waist, and I try kicking his shins with my heels. I wish I had on my stilettos, as this would be more effective if I had left them on.

  I may not be a black belt, but I do remember some self-defense moves I learnt in gym class. I throw my head back and connect with his nose, and celebrate as I hear it squish under the force of my strike.

  Score!

  He lets out a pained grunt and suddenly loses his footing, which results in him falling backwards into an in ground swimming pool. Sadly, he doesn’t let me go, and I too tumble into the freezing water with him. I splutter and frantically wade around, trying to find my feet, but I keep slipping because of the damn slick floor. I fall onto my ass, but at least my head is above water, which allows me to look at my attacker.

  Punching the water when I see his smiling face, I can’t believe Jasper White has the nerve to be laughing hysterically at this so not funny situation. He is laughing harder than I have ever heard him laugh before.

  And I do all I can, dripping wet, sitting in a swimming pool with my ex-boyfriend.

  I laugh with him.

  Chapter 19

  Surrender to Me

  “Let me go you motherfucker. I’m a black belt and I will fuck you up!” Jasper mimics, while holding one hand to his nose and the other to his side, attempting to contain his laughter.

  “Oh, shut your face,” I say, tears running down my face.

  I actually have a stitch from laughing so hard at this ridiculous situation. Cupping water between my palms, I splash Jasper with as much force as I can, and even though he manages to dodge most of my water spray, I still succeed in showering his face with water, blinding him.

  He splutters and gags, trying to wipe the water out of his eyes, while chuckling, “Oh, you are so going down!”

  Taking this perfect opportunity to tackle him, I race over as quickly as I can, making an allowance for being in waist deep freezing water. He hears me coming, and even though he has managed to clear the water from his eyes, I am still too quick and torpedo into him. Letting out a grunt, he falls onto his back with me tumbling with him. The splash is huge, and we create a mini tsunami with our fall.

  I am wading away from him, giggling uncontrollably, but my escape is pointless as Jasper is too strong. He reaches out and grabs onto my arm to stop my retreat, pulling me towards him. Lifting me like I weigh nothing more than a feather, he takes a hold of my thigh, and surprises me by wrapping it snugly around his waist, while doing the same with the other.

  I am now his prisoner, but I come willingly.

  Cupping his hands under my ass, I wrap my arms around his neck to balance myself, never wanting to let go. He longingly searches my face, and the look in his fiery eyes is one I have seen many times before, and it’s one I have missed.

  He then begins walking with me, water sloshing everywhere, and because he is walking forward, I have no idea where we’re going. As I am straddling him, I feel him pressing into me, and I suddenly have to remind myself to swallow.

  My fingers toy with the wet hair which is curling at the base of his neck, and as he clenches his jaw in desire, I pull harder, loving the passion reflected in his eyes. He lets out a pained gasp, tightening his hold on my ass, and before I combust, I feel the cold marble wall press against my back as Jasper pins me up against it.

  I let out a small, “Oof,” with the force of him squashing up against my front, but I welcome it, as this moment is so intense, and one I have wanted for so long.

  “Surrender to me,” he whispers, droplets of water running down his face, into his parted lips. And I am mesmerized by those lucky beads of water caressing his face like a lovers touch.

  “I surrender,” I reply softly, my eyes dropping to his magnetic mouth.

  And I put as much feeling as I can behind those two little words, because they mean more than just surrendering to him in this moment. I surrender to him always- mind, body and soul.

  Jasper gasps and inches his mouth to mine, stopping only millimeters away. His hot breath is lashing against my wet face, which sends a shiver of desire throughout my entire body.

  He mistakes my quiver as me being cold. “Are you cold?”

  Shaking my head, my wet hair sticks to my cheeks.

  “Then why are you shivering?” he asks, brushing my soaked locks off my face.

  I say the only thing I can. “Because I want you.”

  Jasper parts his mouth, ready to speak, but I silence him as I close the distance between us and press my lips to his. At first he seems stunned, as his lips are still under mine, but as I fist my hands into his hair and open my mouth, coaxing him, he devours me whole.

  And I embrace his passion happily.

  His tongue darts into my mouth, and he kisses me with such cavernous ferocity, it leaves me wanting more. My lips feel bruised as he nips and sucks, and I welcome the feeling, encouraging it as I shuffle up his body, tilting my head for better access to his hot, wet mouth.

  He groans as the angle is perfect, and we kiss until I pull away, needing to catch my breath. But Jasper yanks me back to his mouth, sucking on my bottom lip when I open up to him, ready for more. Mewling in response, suddenly kissing is not enough, and by the way Jasper is rubbing his clear arousal against me, he feels the same.

  We are kissing like starved animals, and the noises coming out of us are pure primeval, and so freakin’ hot. With one arm still wrapped around me, he moves the other between us, and begins touching me between my legs. I throw my head back, and my moan is one of raw desire, as I have wanted this to happen for so long.

  Jasper hisses a quick breath through his clenched teeth as he moves aside my underwear with his anxious fingers, and finally, we are skin to skin. He slides his finger up and down my slippery entrance, and when he inserts his finger, I cry out loudly.

  He works his finger into me and I ride his hand, welcoming the intrusion by constricting my legs around him. I rock into him as each stroke takes me closer to the edge, and as he inserts another finger, I close my eyes because the feeling is unadulterated bliss.

  Holding onto his neck and circling my hips to get the angle right, he is teasing me as his fingers are dancing around my center.

  Oh God, I am so, so close, and he knows it because I can hear him hissing under his breath when I clench my inner muscles around him.

  Then unexpectedly he stops and I cry out, knitting my brows together, searching his face breathlessly. I am about to demand why he stopped, but I am taken aback when he lifts me onto the edge of the pool and slides me forward, crouching between my legs.

  He slowly pushes up my dress, and I raise my hips to free the material that is bunched up under my ass. I am looking at him with big curious eyes, anticipating his next move.

  My dress is scrunched up around my middle, and Jasper unhurriedly runs his hands up and down my legs, looking at me closely. My arms are braced behind me, and I am leaning back on my hands for support, waiting impatiently for what comes next.

  Jasper senses my need and scoots me forward, and he too also moves frontward and squats between my thighs. He drapes my legs over his shoulders, and with one hand rips my underwear clean off.

  I let out a tiny gasp, but that gasp turns into a moan, as he buries his head between my legs and begins nuzzling my entrance with his sinful tongue.

  I can’t keep myself supported and fall backwards, but Jasper pulls me towards him, never missing a lick or suck. Lying on my back and feeling like a Goddess
as he is working me over relentlessly, I think I’m going to die as he is driving me crazy with his talented, unyielding mouth. He places his hands underneath my ass to raise me higher, and as I arch my back and let out a guttural moan, he licks over my center leisurely.

  Looking up into the starlit universe, experiencing this bliss, is simply poetic. And watching a shooting star streak across the night sky, while feeling Jasper worship my body like it is his salvation, is too much.

  The touch of Jasper’s wet, skillful tongue and mouth is bringing me over the edge quickly, and he knows how to play my body like an instrument made especially for him. He knows what I like, and he also knows what drives me crazy. I claw at his tresses and clench my thighs, and when he twirls his tongue around my core, I can’t take it any longer, and I explode with a thunderous scream.

  The stars I am now seeing are thanks to Jasper, and the mind blowing orgasm he just gave me. His mouth gradually slows, but my heart is racing rapidly, and I don’t know if it’ll ever stop. Closing my eyes, my head lolls to the side groggily, and I interlace my fingers over my stomach, contented for the first time in forever.

  Jasper unwraps my legs that are still enfolded around him, and pulls down my dress to cover me up. My legs feel limp, and I doubt I will be able to walk ever again.

  As I hear water splashing, I know Jasper has lifted himself out of the pool, and the sight of Jasper wet, is a sight I must see, so I open my eyes and peer over at him. He is lying on his back, in a similar position to mine, and he too looks at ease.

  We are both stargazing with lazy smiles on our faces in complete silence, and for once the silence is not awkward. Feeling my eyes droop shut, I snap them open, not wanting to miss out on a minute of this stillness between Jasper and I.

  I can hear his soft breathing and I sigh, remembering how that sound lulled me to sleep. How I wish that sound was something I still fell asleep to every night. What just happened between us was nothing short of magical, but now that I am coming down from my orgasmic bliss, I am frightened to face the future.

  I shiver again, but this time in fear.

  Jasper senses my apprehension. “Are you okay?” he asks, huskily.

  I nod slowly, but he doesn’t buy it.

  “What are you thinking?

  Shrugging, while still gazing up into the sky, I reply, “I don’t know. I’m just so confused.”

  Jasper turns on his side, bracing himself up on one elbow as he asks, “Confused about what?”

  Bravely looking over at him, I reply, “About everything. What just happened between us? What does it mean?”

  Jasper licks his bottom lip and closes his eyes, letting out a soft moan. Once he reopens his eyes, he has a look of utter desire in them, and I realize he must be able to taste me on his lips. I blush deeply at the thought and Jasper chuckles.

  “After all this time, you’re still so bashful.”

  The look he is giving me should be illegal in every country. And just because I haven’t blushed enough he adds hoarsely, “I’ve craved you.”

  He runs his thumb along his lower lip, and inserts it into his mouth, sucking lightly.

  He then adds, “All of you.”

  My cheeks and neck flush an even brighter scarlet, and I lower my eyes quickly. This does not help my confused mind make any rash decisions when he is talking about craving me.

  After I have turned every shade of red under the sun, Jasper clears his throat and I sneak a peek at him.

  “I know we need to talk, but I don’t know where to start. And I don’t know if talking will change things,” Jasper confesses.

  “I know,” I reply sadly.

  I know that once I tell Jasper I am engaged, he will never speak to me ever again.

  A thunderbolt claps loudly and I jump, startled at the noise. Suddenly, a revelation hits me like the thunderbolt. I am not going to marry Harper. I was stupid to think I could fake my way through this whole engagement.

  If I want Jasper in my life, he deserves to know the truth, no matter how hurtful that may be.

  “I want to tell you everything,” I whisper.

  Jasper’s bright cerulean eyes search my face, and he knows that ‘everything’ may be something he might not want to hear.

  But he nods. “I want to hear everything. The good and the bad, I’m ready.”

  I gulp nervously.

  Chapter 20

  Redemption

  We are both sitting in complete silence. And we are both sopping wet.

  I haven't had the courage to sneak a peek at him during the twenty minute car ride back to his house. I can tell he is also nervous by the way he is tapping the top of the steering wheel with his finger, when we stop at a red light. And it doesn’t help that we are getting every red light.

  I can't believe what happened between us tonight. My legs are only just getting the feeling back into them.

  I am so grateful Jasper has agreed to talk, because I have so much I want to say. I know a lot of what I have to tell him he won't like, but I need him to know everything, and can only hope he appreciates my honesty.

  We pull into his driveway and I wipe my sweaty palms onto my damp dress.

  Jasper turns to me and smiles. “You okay?”

  “No,” I reply shivering, because I am sitting in soggy clothes.

  Jasper notices me trembling. “Come inside. You'll catch a cold sitting out here.”

  Nodding, we exit the car, again in silence.

  As we walk up the stairs, I try my hardest not to check him out, but fail. The desire he evokes in me is clearly health hazardous, because every time I look at him, all I can think of is the way his mouth felt on me. I want him so badly, and I am afraid he is not going to want me back after I confess my secrets to him.

  He opens the door and lets me in first, and my whole seizes in fear. Standing near the sofa, I wrap my arms around my trembling body. I am trembling because yes, I am cold, but also because with every step I take, it brings me closer to my imminent doom.

  He comes over and rubs my upper arms. “You're freezing.”

  I nod, my teeth chattering.

  “Come upstairs. I still have a few of your clothes in my closet.”

  His comment stuns me, but I follow him, eager to get out of these wet clothes.

  When I enter his bedroom, more memories swarm me and I begin shivering for a different reason.

  Jasper heads into the bathroom and comes out with a big green towel.

  “Here, dry yourself off while I find you something to wear,” he says while extending it out to me.

  Taking it gratefully, as I am itching to dry myself, I watch as he walks over to his closest, searching the top shelf. Taking this opportunity to be a total weirdo, I spin around, and subtly bring the soft material up to my nose, inhaling deeply.

  It smells like Jasper.

  After a few moments of my sense of smell running riot on Jasper’s towel, I turn to meet his amused eyes as he places my clothes on his bed.

  “I didn't realize your nose needed drying,” he smirks, while I blush as I am totally busted.

  Loosening my bun to dry my wet hair as it is dripping down my back, I tip my head upside down, and in the process, fat droplets of water splatter onto the carpet.

  “Oh shit,” I cry, flipping my head up and flicking Jasper in the face with my wet hair.

  He lets out a throaty chuckle, while wiping the droplets from his face with the back of his hand.

  “Come here. I’ll do it before you drown me.”

  Gingerly handing him the towel, he gently runs his hand through my wet, matted tresses.

  “Your hair is shorter,” he says while wrapping a lock of hair around his finger.

  Nodding, I reply, “I cut it. I needed a change.”

  A ghost of a smile plays over Jasper’s lips as he understands my statement for what it is.

  But he doesn’t comment, he silently brings the towel up to my head and dries my hair softly. I close my eyes, feeling l
ike a child, and the feeling is somewhat comforting.

  He stops after a minute or two, and my eyes are still closed, enjoying him pampering me.

  “Turn around,” he whispers.

  His soft breath brushes against my cheeks, and I know he is inches away from my face. I do as he asks, with my eyes still closed tight, happy to obey.

  I feel him untying the ribbon from around my waist, and then he slowly begins unzipping my dress. His fingers dance over the skin of my lower back once he has unzipped me.

  Shivering in excitement, I let out a relaxed sigh.

  He leans forward, kissing me on my bare shoulder. “Go change. I have left some of your clothes on the bed.”

  Opening my eyes, I indeed see a pair of my black jeans and a bright blue sweater.

  “Thanks,” I reply, slightly heady from being undressed by Jasper.

  I am holding my dress to my chest because with each step I take, it keeps slipping lower and lower. I reach the bed and collect my clothes, clutching them to my body.

  Heading into the bathroom, and closing the door softly, I lean my head against it and close my eyes, hoping to compose myself before I have to head back out there and face him.

  Shimmying out of my dress, I decide to take a quick shower, and as soon as the hot water hits my chilled skin, I sigh happily. Ten minutes later I am dressed, warm and toasty.

  I take a deep breath as now is the time to face the inevitable. I haven't even planned what I am going to say, but whatever I do say, it will be the truth.

  Stepping out into the bedroom, I am greeted by Jasper’s naked back, as he is standing in front of his closet, shirtless. All the sharp planes of his back scream, ‘perfection,’ and I drool when I ogle the two adorable dimples riding above his tight ass.

  He turns around at the waist and smirks. “Totally getting objectified right now.”

  Letting out a tiny giggle, I reply, as my hooded eyes going to town on his taut chest, “Well stop parading around half nude.”